[sarit11]

Chapter 36

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I went back to my couch and thought what's next. There was nothing for me. I was exhausted. I suddenly found myself capable to pay attention to the outer world. The world outside that room. Everything was still there and I breathed normal. I grabbed a glass of water and soothed my throat.
I was then able to switch on the TV and watch it.
When Das walked out, he looked tired.
"Feeling good now, boss?"
I asked casually.
He took time to turn his attention to me.
"Feeling great. You bored?"
"What boring, man. You guys were so loud."
"Yeah I know. I'm sorry, couldn't help."
"It's okay. I could bear it."
"Bear it, huh? Bear it, huh?"
He laughed. I didn't really find anything funny though I put up a half-smile.
"I know it man. When I was younger, like twenty-five years ago, I had to help this friend to elope with his beloved. We were batchmates and very close. We stayed in the same hotel room with very basic amenities for three days and three nights, as we had to wait for arrangements for our movement as well as accomodation. And the nights were really fun. They slept on the bed and I on the floor. You know, the young age, I expected the fire between them. None of us slept through the first night. To be honest, I was awake due to my arousal. They were awake because of my presence and of course, their own arousal. But the poor couple didn't dare to even touch each other. Eventually next day by noon, he made special request. He wanted me to stay inside the bathroom until he, you know..! So I spent that noon in the bathroom while my friend took his girl's virginity. Only I know how I stayed in that stupid bathroom, but it was fun indeed."
He had a point. I could relate myself with that. But I wasn't bold enough to confess.
"Come on Das... I'm not a virgin. I can handle it."
I defended. He completely ignored me.
"In the night, well, he got courageous. In the darkness, I heard sounds of him fucking her. They were doing it like some discrete thing but there was no chance I could miss that!"
I tried to smile.
"Next morning, I told them that I knew what they were doing. The girl was bold, she said she knew I'd be listening. I said, if you knew it and still wanted to do it, that means you wanted to show off. She said she would do even that. I dared her to do it and next thing I saw was her on top of him. She initially meant only to sit on his lap and kiss his lips; but my friend didn't get it. He nicely pulled up her skirt and guided his thing inside her. To make things worse for her, he mentioned how better wet and smooth she had become than the previous day..."
He paused. I thought I found a hint.
"She was excited because you were watching?"
He nodded with his eyes as if to appreciate me for getting it correctly.
"Not only she... My friend was excited. I was excited... And now Meera is equally excited..."
"Is she? Really?"
I was stunned.
Before he could speak more, the door was opened and Meera walked out. She looked like she had taken a quick shower.
"You took a shower?"
I asked, and immediately regretted it.
"Ask your friend!"
She said roughly without looking straight at me. She sat next to Das and smiled at him endearingly. I melt watching that lovely smile. I wanted to pull her to me and kiss her lips. Her fresh scent after bath suddenly filled the air and I got my share of it. I never thought my soap was so aromatic. It was her.
And the next moment I saw Mr. Das catching me ogling at her. I was embarrassed.
I was ogling at his woman.
I looked away to save my dignity. I could still see him smiling, through the corner of my eyes.

They left soon. Das shook my hand before leaving and I thought he pressed my palm a bit harder. I knew why. I was the friend who had helped him fuck his woman by hiding in the bathroom. By hiding in the living room.

***

As soon as they left, I walked to the bedroom and saw the wrinkled bedsheets. I sat at the edge of it and ran my fingers over it. I felt it still had a certain warmness on it. Their warmness. Perhaps her warmness. I thought.
I was again getting aroused.
"My Meera was lying here..."
I whispered and slowly bought my face down to the bed and inhaled. I thought I got some smell.
"... And she was being fucked in this bed..."
I whispered again and rubbed my face on the mattress.
In this bed, she was lying on her back while he pounded her hard, hard like she always wanted.
"Aaahhh... aaahhh... Ahhhh..."
I moaned, pretending to be Meera. In my mind, Meera lay in there with her both legs up in the air, spread apart, while Das pumped his dick deep inside her hole.
"Ohhhh... Dass... aaahhh.. aaah...!"
I had pulled my pants and Jockey down in a hurry, freeing my stick again. It was dirty itself but ready for the third round of action. I wrapped my fingers around it and shook it.
I moaned further like Meera would have done to him, and kept moving my fist up and down, until I suddenly became Das.
"Ohhhh my Meera... Here is my juices for you... Ahhhh... Take it...mmm..."
I was at the peak, and welcomed yet another orgasm, and closed my eyes to live the pleasure of filing my wife's pussy with my cum. I was in heaven for a few seconds, I guess. My moans quickly became panting, and I was brought down to reality, down to be me. When I looked at my dick, I saw drops of white cum at the tip of it. I could make out why it was minimal.
I was exhausted completely. But I was very well aware that the day wasn't finished.
The night would come.
Like every night.

[sarit11]

Chapter 37

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A week later, Das hosted a house party. Neerja was adamant to invite me and Meera for the party. Das thought it would be a tough job for me because I needed to act as her husband in front of a small crowd but he promised there wouldn't be many who’d recognize both me and Meera.

I was really happy inside. I said "I’ve done everything, so why not this?"
"Thanks a lot, buddy. A friend like you is a real fortune."

Oh really? Then what about my wife? Is she a treasure?
I didn’t ask.

"You tell me the time and get Meera agree with this. We'll arrive at the party scene as a couple. But you promise me you won’t attempt any type of discussion with her."
He laughed as I said.

He later confirmed Meera’s consent.

It was Saturday night. I drove in to Lavanya apartments and rang up Meera. She walked out in a flawless frock. I began to open the front door but she opened the rear door quickly.
"Come to the front seat, madam. I am your husband again, for tonight."
I said sarcastically. She realized her mistake and sat in the front seat.
"Sorry I didn’t think much about it, she said."
I smiled.
"You look gorgeous, by the way."
I said.
She stared at me for a few seconds and then smiled. I felt a familiar feeling toward her surging inside me. Fondness.
"Do you still remember me, at lease when you’re alone, Meera."
I asked.
"How can I forget you . You are always around." She replied.
I didn’t really get if she meant it in good or bad sense.
"I am around you, because my life isn’t letting myself move on."
"You know what; you should also see someone else…"
"Someone else?"
"I mean a woman."
"Are you serious? I don’t…"
"Can I suggest you one?"
"What?"
"Can I suggest a woman for you?"
"You can suggest. But I don’t think…"
"Her name is Meghna. She works with me. She’s beautiful and… and I like her. I think she'll like you."
"But I’m not ready for any Meghna.."
"Come on you should get over me."
I didn’t reply. I wasn’t sure whether I should say I can’t or I need more time. I was indecisive as usual.
"I think you too will like her."
"Why?"
"I just know. Trust me."

That was true; she knew my likes more than I do.

At the party Das and Neerja gave us warm welcome. There was none whom I could recognize other than the hosts, so I secretly assured Mr. Das that our secret game is working.
"You should make sure she reach home safely, buddy."
Das said. I felt good that he cared for her.

An hour or something later, Meera walked up to me.
"I want you meet someone, Krish."
"Who?"
"Meghna.."
"She’s here?"
"She knows who you are. We are divorced couple. So don’t fuck it up."
I couldn’t really understand why she was so pressing for a new relationship. Does she want to see me hitched, so that she can move closer to Das?

How closer can she get? He is already married. I didn’t know if they had any future. He would fuck her for a few months, or a year or two, and then they’ll move on. Maybe that could be what she wanted. I kept thinking all this nonsense, until I heard a soft voice.
"Hi Krish.."
I turned slowly, and I saw a young woman. A beautiful woman.
"Meghna?"
"Yes."
She nodded with a smile. She looked beautiful in her floral top and jeans though I wouldn’t dare to compare her to Meera. I never could. Meghna was slim and had a simple look with basic make up. Her smile revealed her perfect white teeth which was, I thought, her best assets. I liked her instantly, though it didn’t make me attracted to her like Meera might have expected.

I immediately shook hands with Meghna. "How are you?"
I asked and gave Meera a suspicious look. "What are you guys planning to do with me?"
Meghna’s eyes dilated in surprise.
"I thought you’ll like me."
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind. You know, she said you’re single again, like me, so I thought...I mean you know she always speak so good of you, I wanted to meet you for long."
"That’s great. Here we meet now. But…"
Meera interrupted me at this point.
"Ok guys, you guys should move to some corner there. You can share anything about me, I’ll be around, see you."
She soon vanished into the crowd.

Meghna and I walked to a corner of the garden. She smiled at someone while walking.

"I guess Meera have told you a lot about me."
I said.
"Tell me about you."

I grabbed a couple of drinks on the way to the farthest table we were heading to. We sat facing each other and I placed the glasses carefully between us.

"Is it our first date?"
She asked.

Is it a test by Meera?
I wondered.
Meghna was unbelievably a cute date.

I smiled staring into her eyes.
"You look really beautiful. Meera never told me she had such a cute friend."
"Meera never told me you're so flattering."
"I am not. I am just being honest."

She bit her lips and raised her glass. We touched it slowly each other and then took a sip before keeping it bank on the table.

"Tell me more about you."
I said.

She was just like me. She was a divorcee. Well, she was officially divorced in a court. She had a love marriage that was far short of what she had expected. Whatever she had thought of her lover had turned false when he became her husband.

"I still wonder how people can hide so much from your partner when you’re in a romantic relationship. Everything seems so perfect. And wonderful. And after marriage, everything changes. Everything starts anew. You realize you never knew this person in reality."

Meghna had married Rajesh against the advices of her parents and friends. Now she realize how important is to listen to the people who love you, who have already proven their love for you for so long.

"I felt like I will never fall in love again. I cannot make wise decisions on a man."
She said.
"Is that why you are going to let Meera decide?"
"She’s a good friend. She helps me always, though I am just a newcomer in her office."
"What did she tell you about our marriage?"
"She said it was the most wonderful thing happened to her."

It pleased me, but I said nothing. I was expecting more from her. She waited for me to say anything, then resumed..

"And she said she had nightstand with a man and that lead to your separation.."
Her voice was lower.

"And didn’t she tell you I too had a nightstand with that man’s wife?"
I found myself talking with an undertone of disgust. She noticed it.
"But that man’s dead and that woman’s gone forever. You can put it to the rest."
"If we could do that, we could get back right?"
"But she’s… she’s in a relationship with…"

She paused and looked around as if anyone’s listening.

We were going deeper.
I wasn’t sure it was a date.

"Krish, Meera thinks we are both sides of a same coin. Struggling with our past from which we must move on; for our own betterment. We just need to spend time with each other so we can see we are not alone. This isn’t a date."
"Yeah I knew."
I said harshly.

She finished her glass and glanced at a waiter; the man walked in with a tray and replaced her glass. She immediately took a sip.

"Don’t worry I am alcoholic only in parties."
She said.
She was very simple. I felt.

"Why should I worry about that? I am just like you."
"Meera told me you respect her a lot. Something that Rajesh fared far behind."
"You seem to have a long list of my qualities."
"Of course, that’s why I am sitting here. I actually underestimated you; I didn’t expect you speak on my face about the issue with that woman. I thought you would try to hide it conveniently."
"I couldn’t hide anything from you, I guess. You have already earned that."
Her eyes shined.
"So we’ll be seeing more of each other."
"That I’m not sure."
"I don’t know, I feel a lot better now, I finally found someone I can relate myself."
"There could be more possible candidates, I guess, I don’t think men can resist your charm."
"None of them were good; every single one wanted to a have a fling. Most of them wanted it behind the back of their wives, lovers and all."
"Like Meera is in right now?"
"Exactly. That’s the only thing I’m not in good terms with her. She should dump that guy. But this is life. We can’t expect that much fair."

The woman was a revelation. Meera had found a perfect suit for me. The more I talked to her, the more I found things I could relate myself. We had a walk around the garden then.

I spotted Meera in a close conversation with a man. From that distance he looked more like Mr. Shekhar. Same age, same shape, except that this man was bald. He was telling her something and she was listening with smile. Meghna held my hand and turned men to her.
"Leave her."
"I am sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you."
I apologized.
"Hey, I didn’t mean that. You can look at her, I'm a nobody for now. Also she told me you guys are more like friends right now."

Friends? When did we become friends? I wondered.

Meghna pulled me further from there.
"Let’s move away from this crowd."

I wanted to look at Meera once again, but I followed Meghna and we had drinks again. We were now past our past. We shared jokes and had fun, laughing around.

"So when are you asking me out for a coffee or something?"
She asked later.
"It's really embarrassing that I couldn't save you asking that..."
I made a face at her.

"I was expecting something would fall from you, but you are not even coming close…"
"Am I that bad?"
"You're still not asking."
She said and we both stared into each other’s eyes before sharing a good laugh.

"How about seeing tomorrow, let’s start with a coffee.."
I suggested.
She agreed.

We exchanged numbers and took selfies with each other. She had her hand around me and rubbed her cheeks with mine when she clicked hers. Right after that she looked right into my eyes.

"Now this looks more like a date."

I felt her breath on my face. Her lips were open, inches away from mine. In a moment, I forgot where we were and kissed her. It was warm and sweet. It lasted a second only and I came back to reality. We let go off each other completely.

"Oh I am sorry.."
I said.
"I am sorry too,"
She panted and looked around. Luckily nobody was watching.
"Please don’t tell Meera. It’s our first date only."
She said
"Mmm... I'll think about it."
I said roughly.
"Haahaa..I know what you'll think about it..."
She pinched my hand.
I laughed.

She left soon. I and Meera said goodnight to Mr. Das and family right after that.

[sarit11]

Chapter 38

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After the party I drove Meera home. She looked tired and lay silently in the seat. We didn’t talk much. I expected she would talk about Meghna at least, but she didn’t. Perhaps she would get to know everything from Meghna later.
That thought strengthened my doubt that the whole thing was a test by her.
I was still carrying Meghna’s taste in my lips. It suddenly felt sour.

On arrival at Lavanya Apartments, Meera realized she had misplaced her purse. She covered her face with her palm and sat thoughtfully.

She looked very tired. She didn’t have her house key. I still had one with me in my purse, but I hid it from her.

"Let’s go home Meera. Tomorrow we will get back the keys."
I suggested.
She agreed instantly. She had no choice.

We arrived at my home at one o’clock. I opened the door and welcomed my wife inside. I was feeling something very special about this. Meera was there with me in my home. Alone.

Does she realize it? I wondered.

"I want to have a shower Krish. I am very tired."
She said in a fatigued voice.
"Are you drunk, baby?"
I asked. She looked as if I said something wrong.
"Baby? You should call Meghna that."
She said, trying to smile.
"No way."
I said.
"Why?"
"You still remain my baby."
"You stupid, my Krish. Why can’t you please move on?"
She begged.

She shook her head in disappointment and headed for the attached bathroom. I stood there, listening to the sound of shower.

I was feeling really uncomfortable. I was actually aroused. I imagined her standing completely nude in the shower. Her round boobs in perfect shape, her beautiful navel, her milky thighs. My thoughts were soon out of my control, and my dick stood up like a stone made.

"Krish…"
I heard Meera.
"I want something to wear. You still have my old clothes?"
"Yes, I do. Wait."

I had everything intact, not only her clothes but also the memories of her, love for her and the space in my heart.

I brought a tank top and skirt from the shelf. She opened the door halfway and showed her head out. She extended her hand to me, hiding her body behind the door. I could make out she was completely nude behind it. My heartbeats rose higher.

When she came out later, I could see that she wasn’t wearing anything under the top and skirt. I tried to locate her tits without being caught. When she walked around me, I was drawn to her aroma. Fresh. Arousing. Whenever she turned away from me, my eyes followed her backside.

Her ass was round and plump, I wanted to stuff my dick in that hole right there. Das had once told me. He was right. Anyone would die to feel that ass.

"What are you staring at, Krish? Go, get your sleep."
Meera said, looking at me through the mirror.

I slowly walked to her.
"Meera…"
I stopped right at her back.

She turned to me. I felt weak in my knees. Meera sensed what I was feeling.
"Do you like my friend. She’s good isn’t she?"
She asked with a smile. A smile that could instantly kill me.
"She’s good."
I said.
"So when are you planning your next date?"
"We are not. I don’t want Meghna I want you Meera.."
I managed to say and I held her hand.

"What?"
She looked at me surprised. I leaned forward in an instant and kissed her.

Fifteen months. Fifteen months had passed since I had tasted her lips before this. Still I remembered that taste and I was thrown back to my past. I became her true husband in a moment. My arms crawled around her and my mouth opened wider to suck her both lips into it. And before she could make a move I lifted her in my arms and walked to the bed. I almost fell onto the bed with her and proceeded to kiss her again like a man possessed. I was in a rush, until her right palm fell across my face with a sound. Whack!

[sarit11]

Chapter 39

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The sudden blow had taken me aback. But it couldn't really stop me. I went again and this time my arms tied around her along with her hands, and I kissed her again. More fiercely, more violently, I sucked her lips. I crushed her soft lips and I almost tasted her saliva in my mouth. I devoured her lips against her continuous efforts to free herself, until she managed to shake her head sideways to break the long kiss. And then I let her go.
The next second, I felt another slap across my face, this time harder than the previous one.

Her hand had enough power to make me lose myself. My cheek ached. She jumped up and I merely sat on the bed, silently. I didn’t speak a word. I kept rubbing my face, my head down. I felt I had gone too far.

“What the hell do you think of me? “
She yelled.
“I think of you as my wife, my love, my life; nothing else.”
I said quietly, she stood there staring at me.

We both remained silent for next five or ten minutes. She walked up to the mirror to face herself fit some time and then came back to me. She sat on the edge of the bed, maintaining a small distance from me.
But she didn't speak anything.

Finally I spoke.
“I’m sorry Meera. I got carried away.”

Meera looked at me and let out a sigh,
“I am sorry too.”
I looked at her and slowly rubbed my cheek. She slightly leaned to me to put her hand over my shoulder.
"I'm really sorry Krish.."

She stood up and slowly rubbed my face. It felt really good honestly.
“I wasn’t going to bang you...“
I said.
“I was just kissing you...”
“Oh really? You call that a kiss? You were like... Anyways you should know that you can’t do that too.”
“That bloody Das has taken the whole of my wife.”
I complained.
“Yes. He has. No more sharing, Krish.”

Wekept staring into each other again. She had said it.
“Does he keep you that happy?”
“I don’t know about it.”
“Do you love him really?”
“It’s complicated I can’t really do that, can I?”

She sounded a helpless woman to me. I felt guilty for it. I was the one who put her through all of this. If I hadn’t directed Mr. Das to her, nothing of this would have happened. What a foolish idea was that? Even if Sam had any chance, I could have stopped it by exposing it to Ananya. But now, I have no power to stop it. She is drawn more to Das than even she could gauge.

"You don't know whether you would love him or not. There's no future in that. You're playing with fire than we ever did. Why are you doing this? Why can't you just quit?"
"Ssshhh!"
She put her finger across my lips. But I had asked enough.
"If you cared so much, why didn't you stop me at that gardens... What's the name of..."
"Sunshine..."
"Yeah... Sunshine gardens. You didn't stop it when Das took me into his bedroom, did you? Why you..."
"How could I do that? I was not a friend to him? And I had no clue you two were going to fuck right there!"
"Oh! Don't tell me that. You knew that he was there to what! It was well planned. I was the fool there..."
"What!"
"You know, I've been hit on a hundred times since we've parted ways. I had no such interest in them. I had even gone for dinner with a few, and with one, I don't know why I'm telling you this but, with one I had got a bit intimate than I would allow myself, but nothing more than that. I always shied away from them, except for Das. Tell me why? Tell me why I couldn't stop Das at Sunshine gardens?"
I was speechless.
The gun was pointed at my head.
I was the culprit.
I sensed pain, erupting from the deepest of my heart.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want that. I was just helpless..."
I said in a voice audible only to the sharpest.
"Krish... Making grave mistakes and then apologising have already cost us a lot. I want you live a normal life..."
Her voice was smooth and caring. She placed her hands at either sides of my shoulders.

I hugged her and closed my eyes. She knew what I was feeling, and she let me hold onto her. She stood calmly and caressed over my head. I felt sudden comfort in that. I loved her even more.
“I love you Meera..”
I mumbled.
She pushed me slowly and slightly away from her.
“What?"
“I ... I love you...”
“No you can’t. Please understand, there is no future in this love. I have become someone else’s. He owns me completely. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes I know, but it hurts baby...”
“I want you move on... move on to Meghna. She’s nice, and beautiful. “
“I don’t think I can ever do that.”
“That’s why I told you to do...to move on.. you know, I mean, did you do it?”
She was talking about her advice on masturbating.
“No.” I lied, hoping she won’t catch me this time.
“You should, when you’ve done that once you’ll get rid of me.“
“Come on, you’re making fun of me, and my love.”
“No, I mean it, I want you to masturbate, I know you can do it. Like when I was with Shekhar, thinking of Das and me, then you’ll feel better. Then you can concentrate on Meghna or anyone else you want.”
Suddenly she bent forward and touched my groin.

Hell, it was hard. My stupid dick was hard. I saw a wry smile on the corner of her lips.

“See, you’re already hard, you should do it now."
“No... No...”
I shook my head and pushed her hand away.

She didn’t give up. She had her hand again on me. I pushed her away again, each time she touched me, I woke up a little more. I was like a toy in her hand, I learnt.

At the end this nonsense, she sat with me and slid her hand inside myshort. I looked at her unbelievably. And she looked straight into my eyes.
“I want you do it, right now... “
She whispered.
“Wh.. what? No... I... “
I stammered.

I felt her fingers around my hard penis. I swallowed my own saliva. She kissed on my cheek and pulled my short a bit with another hand; and pulled out my dick. It's tip was shamelessly wet.

“You’re perfectly up.” She said after having a good look at it.
“Hold it my boy...”
She whispered.
“No, you do it for me.”
I said.
“What?”
“You do it.”
I tried to brush my lips with hers. She moved away. Anyway she was smiling constantly. We were having a game.
“Hold it.”
She said again.
I refused.

“Okay then get up. Stand up here.” She finally said.
I immediately moved and stood in front of her. She pulled my shorts down and felled it to my feet. I pulled my tee-shirt off me, and presented myself in complete nudeness to my wife. I watched her eyes dilating. She was enjoying it.
“You don’t have to be too excited you’re just going to shag yourself...“
She said. But there was playfulness in her voice. I looked at her lips like I want them immediately.
“You’re gonna do it...”
“Come on, Krish I can’t do it, I will later feel guilty..”
“But for what...? I am your husband.”
“But I have a boyfriend.”
“Still I have some rights on you, haven't I?”
“In your dreams only...”
She grinned.
"Your boyfriend is not suppose to mind if your husband gets something he truly deserves!"
"No way! You and your stupid theories!"
“Okay.. but one last time...”
I pleaded.

She thought for a moment.
“What if I show you something, something that you’ll enjoy, you’ll find it helpful to excite yourself?”
She said and touched the shoulder strap of her tank top.

My eyes widened.

Oh my god. I said myself.

“I well surrender then."
I said.
She locked her eyes with mine for a second.

"Only for show, nothing more."
She warned.
"Done."
I agreed. I was eager to see those beautiful globes once again. My heartbeats were rising higher.

She grabbed the straps from either sides and slid them down until it reached her elbows. The top slid from her chest, baring her breasts, until both the nipples were visible. Brown, round, and erect. Both the nipples were exactly what I had remembered all my life. I used to fondle them lovingly, suck them when I was thirsty, feel them when I felt needy, bite them when I was naughty; but now, all I could do was to stare, yet it was better than what I had been subjected to for so long.

Actually seeing them like this was an unbelievable dream coming true. I saw a couple of dark spots on the white skins on her.
“What’s that?”
I asked out of curiosity. She took a look at them.
“Oh that’s Das. He’s... uh... quite rough on them...”

Oww, it hurts baby. I said in my mind. Bastard. I grinned.

She pulled herself back on to the bed and leaned back with support of both of her hands, allowing the tank top fall further down. Both her breasts were on complete display. They didn’t splay when she leaned back. They were just perfect.

With one hand, she swept back her hair strands behind her ears.
“Now.”
She said, gesturing to my hip. It was time to keep my promise.
I slowly held my dick and began shaking it. The wet tip meant smooth movement.
She fondled herself to tease me once, and it was too much for me. Soon my hand was moving seriously and she sat watching me shag.
“Shake it for me Krish...”
She whispered again.
Her eyes remained on my dick. I moved a bit closer to her and stopped shaking it.
"Come on... Touch it once... Meera..."
This time she looked at me affectionately. Then without saying word, she touched me. Slowly, I let go of my dick and she held it with round, firm grip.
Her warm, soft fingers were around my dick. I let out a slight moan. She looked at my eyes and smiled at me. She seemed like a teen who had a penis in her hand for the first time in her life. She was endearing and I felt I would bend forward to kiss her any moment. The fear of her leaving in between forced me control myself.
"What are you...making me do, huh?"
She panted.
"Your hands feels so good, baby..."
I moaned again as she began moving her grip back and forth on me. As she did it, her body shook and so did her breasts. They were marvelous. As she grew comfortable, I touched over her shoulders and them moved them down to feel them over.
"Watch your hands, Krish..."
She warned and squeezed my dick. I laughed.
"Haaa!"
She spread my precum well over my dick with her hand and then began moving it swiftly. I closed my eyes for a moment in pleasure, and remembered how she was stroking Vivek in the Square hut. She wasn't this passionate. I thought.
Suddenly I felt her pulling it to her. As I looked down, I saw the unbelievable. She was leaning forward and opening her lips.
"Huuuh!"
I took a deep breath and held it there, and watched her take my meat inside her mouth.
Had she ever done this to me?
I asked myself.
Well, she wasn't done. Soon her head was moving back and forth, sucking me softly.
"Oh my baby...mmm..."
I moaned.
She sucked me just a few seconds, but she had lifted my spirits to sky high, as I soon started jerking myself with a gesture from her. There was nothing more I could ask from her. She licked her lips and watched me shag.
"Mmm... Keep shaking for me... Yes.."
She slowly fondled her breasts and my eyes almost stuck to them. I was on the edge, and for me there was nothing to hold back. I shook harder and harder. Within a short period of time I exploded and shot a huge load, huge to even my expectations. Streams of my sticky white cum were splattered all over her neck and breasts, and then to her thighs and on the floor, and I let out a suppressed groan as I enjoyed my orgasm. I was having one of my perfect ejaculation in a long time.
"Wooosh!"
Meera closed her eyes as if to save it from the spray, and smiled.
I grabbed her face and kissed her.
One light kiss.
She was all smiling.
“That was wonderful.”
She said and pushed me away. I was still panting and stood there delighted. She picked up my jockey from the floor and cleaned her chest and thighs. Then she threw it to me and pulled up her tank top.
“Clean yourself and the floor.”
She was still smiling.

I was back to reality. I wiped my dick clean and then the floor with my underwear.

“Okay, now that the end of the it. You should go now."
She got up and pushed me until I was out of the room.

“Good night, and remember to forget this night from your memories right now.”
She said and shut the door close. I stood there in the hall, completely nude, with my semi hard dick hanging in the air.

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Chapter 40

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Next morning we encountered a small problem. Meera woke me up at nine.
"I need my purse. I need my keys."
Her purse, it was at Das' house. I remembered.

"Should I drop you there?"
"No, he doesn't know about the key. He thinks I'm already in my flat. If I tell him the truth, he'll ask me where I stayed in the night..."
I got it. Her night stay in my house had become forbidden.

"So what should we do now?"
She had a plan for it. She rang up Das and told him she's going for groceries at the Star Mall, and asked him if he could bring the purse to the mall by 11 o'clock. He agreed.
"We'll have a coffee as well. Yesterday I couldn't even speak to you much.."
She said before hanging up.

'even speak to you'? Was she expecting a hot date with him? I wondered.

We got ready and headed to a nearby cafe for breakfast. I watched her boobs shaking in slight rhythm in her T-shirt, as she walked. I imagined them naked. I instantly got an erection. She noticed my stare.
"Stop it, pervert!"
She said and pinched on my arm.
My phone rang at the moment. It was Das.
We both looked at each other's eyes suspeciously before I answered it.

"Man I need your help. Meera misplaced her purse here last night and it's with Neerja. Can you pay a visit and pick it up for her? If you come, Neerja will feel it just right; because you're the husband, right?"
The job was a back on my shoulder. I agreed and Meera laughed at me.
"You're my husband, but don't remember it, dear!"
She teased.
After the breakfast she suggested that she'd leave herself.
I went to Das and when I saw him, suddenly I felt great. Just a few hours ago, his girlfriend was sucking and stroking my dick and I was shagging for her. I felt horny in a moment. I felt so much better than I've ever felt during the whole year.
Neerja brought me coffee and returned the purse. I didn't forget to compliment her for the great party, before leaving. Mr. Das followed me to the porch, to thank me secretly for my secret help. I thanked him in my mind for providing an opportunity to get back to my wife once again.

At the Star Mall, I rang up Meera and she said she was with a friend at a cafe on the top floor. I took the purse, and out of curiosity I checked it. I found a strip of afternight pills. Four of the slots were empty. She had needed them at four occasions. I calculated.
One at Sunshine Gardens; one at office; one at my house. And where did they use the forth one?
I felt a sudden sense of loss and jealousy; and I closed the purse in despair.

When I walked into the cafe, I saw her sitting with a man. I quickly figured I had seen the man somewhere.
Meera quickly got up and introduced us each other.
"Mr. Desai, meet my husband, Krish. Krish, this is Mr. Desai. He's..."
"I'm a friend of your beautiful wife, Krish. How do you do? "
Mr. Desai interrupted her enthusiastically and shook my hand. I remember him from previous night's party. I had seen him in a close conversation with Meera. I had thought he had a resemblance with Mr. Shekhar. But from a closer distance now, I wondered how the hell did he look like Shekhar. He looked very different, except for his age. He was in his early fifties. But he looked a strong built man, with a heavy torso and a big head. Of his face, his thicker than usual lips caught my attention the most. He looked too ugly to be my wife's friend. It's just professional. I coudn't stop myself judge them.
I better not look very closely at the men who claim to have befriended her. I decided at the moment.
Mr. Desai a crushed my hand and smiled with his oversized mouth.
"Glad to meet you Mr. Krish. From yesterday's party I've been waiting to see you, the lucky chap. You have a beautiful wife."
He said and winked at Meera. Obviously the compliment was for her. I ignored.
Yes. I do have a beautiful wife. But it doesn't make me lucky my friend. I said in my mind.
I handed over the purse to have and we parted ways right from there. I was still feeling great; last night still afresh in my mind.
Sitting in my car, I pulled out me my mobile phone and started typing a message.
'Meghna, I think I'm not over with my past. I need more time. Forgive me.'

[sarit11]

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[sarit11]

Chapter 41

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Monday Das called me. He was looking to have drink with me. He said he had something meaty to talk with me.
So we met in a bar.
I was eager to know about the 'meaty' stuff.
He would tell me how he seduced my wife for the fourth time. I thought.

"I made a mistake, Mr. Menon, after my Saturday's party. It's a silly mistake, actually my carelessness. I need your help here.."
He spoke very slowly, obvious of his struggle to open up the topic. He looked like he still hadn't sorted out a way to communicate what was in his mind. I was equally clueless, to help him. I nodded my head without understating much.
He finished his drinks sooner than his words, though.
"You know that purse, Meera's purse, that we returned to her yesterday. And today, at my office, she confronted me about a pill that was missing from her purse..."
He took another quick sip immediately.
"Pill? What pill?"
I knew what pill was that. Exactly which one.
"A morning after pill. I had taken one from her purse, because I knew she had them in her purse."
"What? It's a... It's ridiculous!"
I said.
"I know. The story maybe ridiculous but the incident was not."
"Tell me more."
I said and ordered more of our whisky.
"I had a late night guest after the party. Neerja had gone to bed already. So I and this special lady whom I had my eyes set for so long, we sat for a drink... We did a little bit of our drinking and then... You know what then."
"Tell me."
His story was interesting.
"Hell, she wanted only one thing. Protection. She was out of safe days. Unfortunately I didn't have a single piece of rubber and she demanded a pill atleast. I promised her I'd buy one in the morning but she was like, 'I know we both will wake up very late and can't risk forgetting my pill' and all. So much drama! So I checked Meera's purse. Luckily I got one."
"Very lucky."
"Exactly!"
"And how exactly was your special lady?"
"She's a hot married pussy, dude. Definitely fun. My only regret is that I was a bit drunk. I couldn't perform like I had dreamt of it..."
"Don't worry you can improve it next time."
"No, man. She's one within my family, can't risk much. In the morning she gave me that stupid speech about restraint and control. I don't think she'll ever give me another chance. But that's not the problem here."
"Yup. The pill and Ms.Meera should be."
"Exactly. I underestimated the fact that she's an accountant. She has bloody scrutinized her purse to find that a pill was missing from her purse! Can you believe that?"
"Huh! I'm believing it. So what did you tell her?"
"I spoke like I knew nothing about it."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Then the problem is... that the next suspect on the list is you."
"What???"
I forgot to shut my mouth for a few seconds.
"If it wasn't missing from my house, it should be you."
"But how, and why?"
"There's no solution in denying the truth. The pill is one short. I can't tell her the truth as well. So the obvious choice is you."
"Buy why is it so important?"
"It's important because she has doubts over me. I can't afford that. I'm not done enjoying her, man. You can save me."
"But how? Is she gonna ask me about it?"
I knew even if I tell her, she wouldn't believe it. Because I was with her that night. But I could no way convince Das about my dilemma.
What kind of stupid joke is happening? I wondered.
"You were talking with a girl from my office that night. You could tell a story about her."
"You mean, Meghna?"
"Yes. Meghna."
"What story?"
"A story of why you needed a pill in the morning..."
He looked at me hopefully.
"No. Because, one, she's a colleague of Meera. Two, why would I take the pill from Meera's purse?"
I reasoned.
"Why can't we take it this way, one, she's just a colleague of Meera and she could lie about what she did on the Saturday night. Two, maybe it's Meghna who told you about the pill in Meera's purse. Let's suppose Meghna knew about the pill."
I looked down on him for his dumb ideas. He sensed it and improvised immediately.
"Okay, let's forget Meghna. It was someone else, only you know. You guys were in your home the whole night.. In the morning, you got the purse from me and went to your house with breakfast for your friend. She checked the purse for it's style, like it's as wonderful purse, and when she found the pill, you suggested her to take it immediately. Remember, yesterday was Sunday and the chances of finding a pharmacist was tough."
"Wow! What a story!"
I said and mocked a clap.
Obviously I knew it would fall flat when I tell this to Meera. But I damn wanted to tell her this same story. Word by word. You all know why, don't you?
"Will this work?"
"So you want to make me a womaniser in front of your girlfriend, huh?"
"I hope you won't mind. Women respect womanisers."
I laughed, though I agreed with him.
"So when do I have to tell this story to her?"
"If she tries to ask you, possibly when I'll bring her to your house next time."
"Mmm... You want to have all the fun, huh? I'm gonna charge you from next time."
"You surely deserve more, I know. But I envy you, dude. Single, living alone in a beautiful house. If I were you, I'd sleep with a new women every weekend! Tell me one thing, when was the last time you had a go at it with a woman?"

When was that? I didn't want to mention previous Saturday. It'd complicate everything.

"Not in the recent past. It's a few months ago."
"Months ago? Oh no! You're wasting your best time!"
"Well I guess the fun can start when you cross forty..."
"Hahaha! That's for me! Cheers for that, dear!"
He toasted his glass to me.

A deal was set that night.
I would help him keep my wife. I would lie to her that he is saint. I would let him bring her to my house again. I would let him fuck her in my bedroom. I would lie to my wife that I that I bedded a woman for whom I had to steal a pill from her purse.
In return I would get to tell her a story.
I was so relieved that the forth pill I had noticed missing from her purse wasn't actually used by her. I felt happy.
I don't know what I was hoping for. But I felt like there's something in waiting for me.
And I waited for that day.
Tuesday it didn't happen.
Wednesday too, it didn't happen.

By the evening of Thursday, I lost patience. I dialed Das' mobile.
It rang for longer than usual, almost forcing me give up. Then he picked up.
"Mr. Menon! Where are... hello... What's up Mr. Menon? Are you home?"
He was more puzzled than me.
"Hi Mr. Das. I am fine. How you doing, whats up there?
"uh..are you home, Mr. Menon?"
He had a question with an intention. I smelled something.
"I am home. What are you planning, dear?"
I asked slowly.
"Can we come over?"
I could literally feel his arousal from his voice.
The man was bloody dying to fuck my wife. My throat felt choked.

I had to say something.
“Yeah... why not!”
I blurted out.
“Okay dude... we’re there in one hour...”
He said happily and cut the call.
I fell on the couch breathing heavily. I was sitting in my living room. From there I could see the bedroom door. I felt it’s laughing at me. Half open, half closed, it would open for once in one hour, and then it would close and would remain so for one hour.
I don’t care.
I thought.
Do you care?
I asked.
“No.”
I said and stood up.
I walked inside my bedroom and looked at the wrinkled bed sheet.
It wasn’t looking any good. I quickly replaced it with a clean one. Then I watched from a distance. In this very bed, I had Meera suck my dick a few days ago. She shook my dick. I had jerked it and shot my load on her breasts.
I visualized her face again. Today she would once again become someone else’s. She would surrender to her new man.

By the time Das drove in with Meera, I was hard like hell.
“Come in guys...”
I welcomed them with a smile. I shook hands with Das to create another with Meera.
She tried to evade my eyes, but I caught her hand. It was soft. Even softer than what I had around my dick on Saturday.
“How are you Meera?”
I asked.
“I am good. How are you?”
She asked and gently pulled her hand from my grip. Her voice was low. She would start moaning in that voice. I thought and my dick made a self jerk.

I brought myself serving the couple with some soft drinks.
“I was wondering if we could dine together tonight.”
Das said.
“That’s a good idea. Where are you planning?”
I didn’t really think it was a good idea. I was expecting him to take Meera to my bedroom. I wanted to hear her moan.
I wanted them to make love.
I wanted to hear them.
I was pathetic.
“We’ll have dinner delivered here only. I have promised Meera that I wouldn’t drop her home starving like last time.”
Das said and looked at Meera lovingly.
She didn’t really bother to acknowledge. I could see she was already in another world. She was a woman anticipating the pleasure of being fucked by a man in front of her husband.
She was anticipating Das taking her to bedroom, away from me. I could see it.
“Okay that’s cool.”
I said to Das.
“I will order the food myself, leave it to me.”
Das declared.
I nodded in agreement.

He got up from the couch.
“Can I use your washroom, Mr. Menon?”
“What’s the formality, feel yourself home.”
I said.

He quickly disappeared to the washroom and I sensed an opportunity. I grabbed the empty glass from Meera's hand and placed it on the center table.
“I'm really happy to see you again Meera. Unfortunately this is the only way to do it, isn't it?”
I asked and sat on the couch, right next to her. I touched her left hand slowly.
"Are you trying to trap me again, Krish?"
She turned her face completely to me.
Her lips, red, soft lips. Oh!

In a moment, I leaned forward and kissed her. A really quick one, but felt the real feel of her lips and her mouth. She pushed me away successfully. But when I left, I felt I hadn't had enough.
"What the hell are you doing?"
She asked. But her face looked far from angry.
She was merely surprised, and it made her even more beautiful. Her lack of anger was definitely a welcome change for me.
I glanced at the door of washroom and kissed her again. This time, of course, I had grabbed enough power to not let her push me back, and kissed her deep and long. I sucked her lips and tongue together. I felt her warm saliva. Her lips were softer than I ever known. She was a wonder. Between her struggles to get rid of me, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she had to part her lips. I had my hands around her neck as well as head, locking her to my thirsty love assault. By the time I let her go, I felt she was letting me do it.
It was lovely.

How foolish I was.

"Don't do this Krish...."
Meera panted.
"I still love you Meera."
I whispered.
"You're crazy insane..."
She gave me a blank look.
"And an idiot."
She added and looked at the washroom door before continuing.
"In the parking lot of our office, he had made me suck him..."
Now I felt my throat drying up.
I felt a sudden blow behind my head.
"I was sucking him in his car, that's when you called and we're coming from there straightway..."
"You haven't washed your mouth?"
I managed to ask.
"No."
She shook her head sideways.
Her lips. Soft and red lips were going up and down on his dick an hour ago, and I had just sucked those lips like a lollipop. I felt a strange taste growing inside my mouth.
What was it?

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Chapter 42

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"Shit!"
I blurted out in disgust.
We both stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds.
"How can you be so..."
I paused, struggled to find a suitable word.
"Nasty?"
She had a name for it. I nodded.
"I always thought it's nasty, you know that. But men have a liking for it. I gave you one last week. Did you forgot it?"
"That's okay. But you should have washed your mouth."

Did I just say it's okay?

She kept staring at me. I felt shy. I scratched behind my head. I saw a small smile forming around her lips.
"Did he... Did he..cum in your mouth?"
I managed to ask. That was my last option for a solace.
"No."
She said and smiled fully, without showing her teeth. I sighed.
"No, he didn't cum in my mouth."
She repeated.
"That feels better."
"But how do I know you were gonna kiss me like this! You pervert, you deserved it!"
She pushed me away and got up.

"Yes, with a kiss I became a pervert to you..."

I heard the sound of Das opening the door from washroom, denying me any further chance to communicate with her. Meera stood away from me looking at a wall painting, as if observing it.
"It's nice."
She said and looked at me once, before turning to Das.

"I have used your towel once, Mr. Menon."
Das said.

"It's okay Das."
I replied.
You have owned my wife, what's in a bloody towel?
"You wanna use washroom?"
He ignored what I said and spoke to Meera. He held her hand and had all of her attention.
"No. What for?"
"Good."
He replied and looked at me.

"I'm too old to own this beauty, ain't I, Mr. Menon?"
He asked me pulling Meera into his arms. It was nothing new to my eyes, still I felt my heartbeats on a rise.
"You look younger than last week, Mr. Das."
I said. He enjoyed it.
"Really, my lady?"
He pulled her closer and breathed into her face.
She began to smile, and he kissed her, like a surprise.
This time there was no pushing, no fighting, no drama but submission. He had his right hand behind her head, and I saw another slowly crawling inside her side cut kurti, groping her butt. She was locked by his arms and lips, and I found myself unable to move. He opened and closed his mouth around her lips, making it obvious to me how passionately he was kissing.

My dick began to throb again, watching them. I had those lips in my mouth a few seconds ago. I felt a relief as well as a secret pleasure.
I let out a sigh, as they finally parted.
Meera took a deep breath and looked at him adorably.
"You shameless, you know you almost killed me.."
"Huh! But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
He leaned to kiss her again, but she pulled away from him.
"Not here. Your friend is watching."
"He's my best friend. Let him too have some fun."
Das laughed, and turned to me.
"Dear, can we go to your room? She deserves no more waiting. Let me give her what she truly deserves."
Das said to me, and walked her to my room. I watched his right hand starting to fondle her bum over her kurti as they walked.
I tried hard not to swallow the strange taste that still remained in my lips.
He turned back to me at the door.
"Do you have condoms here, buddy?"

That was the most bizarre question I had ever faced in my life. I was being asked for condoms by a man to fuck my own wife while she was standing next to him.
Even she was so embarrassed that she pulled his shirt.
"Das! Das!"
But she was far from angry. I remember.
"Yes. You can find it in the drawer."
I had to force my words out.
"Thanks dear."
Das nodded and turned away. He held his arms around her again and disappeared into the room, closing the door.

The distance was shrinking narrower. The image of myself as a man and a husband was being demolished in my own mind. I started wondering what I was. I was being accustomed to a new world where the feeling of shame didn't probably exist. Even if it existed, it had no value. I didn't fear it anymore.
I shamelessly walked to the door and tried to listen what they were upto. I stood very close, trying to hold my breath.

"You're nothing I've ever thought of. How can you ask him so openly?"
I heard Meera questioning him.
"You're so shameless."
Apparently she believed she was in another world. She dared to call someone else shameless!
"You can call me anything you want now, honey..."
I heard his giggle.
"And why did you need condom today? I've got my pills."

The Pills! I thought the pills could be a topic soon.

Well I was wrong.
He left no option for digging.
"Turn around, dear. Yes, like this, here... This has been so enticing to me..."
"No... No..."
"You never say no to me, my dear... I'm here to love you..."
"You're mad."
"I know you like me that way. Now, where's the drawer?"
I heard him opening the wooden drawer and closing it. He must have had the packet.
"Don't even think about it. I will scream louder and Krish will hear me..."
"Let him listen. He's my closest friend. He won't mind it; and actually I'm very excited about him being there.."
"What!"
Meera sounded as surprised as me.
"Someone's witnessing our adventures... Aren't you excited?"
"Is this your adventure?"
"It's going to be. Let me take this dress off you.. Lemme see you again, my darling! You won't believe how hard I'm now."
"I've seen it an hour ago."
I heard the sounds of her kurti being taken off her. I wiped my face with my hand. I imagined her breasts, decorated with a beautiful delicate bra. The heat inside that room was making me sweat outside.

"Wow. When will you stop looking so gorgeous? You make me mad...uhhh!"
He was showering her with compliments.
I bet she deserved it all.
"I love these curves honey... Come to me...."
I heard kisses. Wet kisses. And words that I couldn't figure out.

I imagined his lips on her lips. He would be sucking them, pulling them into his mouth. He would chew on them. The same lips I was kissing madly with my lips. I thought.
Them suddenly I remembered her words.
A picture of her lips going down on his dick flushed in my mind. A big, hard, wet, dirty piece of meat, going in and out of her beautiful, tender lips.
I again felt a strange taste in my lips, though less intense. I swallowed it once.
No, you don't have to feel any shame.
I said myself.

"You know what, when I see you around in my office, I often wonder whether I can ever have you in my office like this..."
Das had finished his kiss.
"Like this?"
"Not exactly; actually, even without this... Let me unhook your..."
I knew he was talking about her bra.
"Crazy you, boss."
I heard a giggle from my wife.
"I want you equally crazy today."
"In your dreams."
"This is lovely. Look at you! I don't know what your stupid husband was looking for that made him cheat on you! What was his name afterall?"
I heard him laugh. Laughing at me. I deserved it.

"Don't bring him now. I'm in good mood."
Did she really mean it? I wondered.

"You have the most beautiful teats honey. Look at these. Sticking out and so soft..."
"Ouch! Slowly! Your bites are already there... Everywhere..."
"You like it hard....mmm...I know honey.
"Mmm.."
"But I don't want these marks... You're ruining me."
She complained.
"Lemme heal it by my tongue."
"Mmm.... Please..."
I heard her moaning with pleasure. He must be licking her teats. He would be licking them all over and sucking on the light brown nipples. I bit my lips as I pictured her naked breasts from my memory.
My wife was again becoming my dream girl. I wanted to see her. Just a glance at her beautiful face would satisfy my thirst.
But there was no way. The door was closed and gave me no chance to peep.
I heard more of their moans and then I heard them falling into the bed. Then I heard him claiming her jeans. He would feel her milky thighs with his hands, face, lips.
"No! Easy! Don't rip it... Pull it down slowly..."
That was how she saved her panty from being torn.

Soon I heard her crying out.
"Awww... Mmm... Awww..."
I was familiar with those moans.
He was eating her love hole. My wife's femininity.
"Awww... My... God!"
"Uhhh!"
"Why are you making me scream like this?"
"Aaah! Do it slowly!"
Her voice had turned horny.

"I'll be heard outside..."
Her voice was shivering.
"Let him hear you. Aren't you excited?"
Suddenly I was again their subject of banter.
"No. Please!"
"Don't lie. I can see it in your eyes. Here, look at me."
"You're crazy."
"Yes. I'm. Admit it now."
"Mmm... Yes!"
"Say you're excited."
"Shut up and eat me!"

I couldn't believe what he just made her confess. What magic was he performing at her? He kept doing that magic and she screamed even louder. She surely had an orgasm. I thought. But I was wrong again.

"Don't hit it honey."
I heard him say. She was breathing heavy. On the verge of crying.
"You're killing me... Finish it Das... Make me cum... Please...."
She panted.
"I love your screams. Keep it up honey. It makes us crazy over you..."
"Us? No!"
"Yes, us! Me and Mr. Menon."
"What? Das!"
"He'll be really crazy to hear you cry, won't he?"
"You're so shameless. I don't know how I fell for you."
"You think I'm crazy? You know he really enjoyed when I told him how I bent you over my desk."
There was a pause from Meera's side. Even I forgot to breath.
"What did he say?"
She asked.
"I'm sure he must have masturbated when I left."

I couldn't believe he was talking about me like this. Where is he taking this all? I wondered.
Nevertheless, I wanted them keep talking. It was exciting me, somehow.
"Shut up. How can you speak so low about your friend?"
Meera strangely defended me.
"There's nothing low in this. Men do that. I mean lonely men."
"How do you know he's lonely?"

I was sure she was defending for the sake of opposing him. She knew I'm lonely.
Except for her memories.

"Haven't you noticed how he strips you with his eyes?

What? Did he just say what I've just heard?
My jaw was dropped on the floor.

"What? You're making things up now!"
"No. In the Sunshine gardens, after our wonderful first time, do you remember when you walked towards the restroom from the hall, where I and he were sitting? You know he was watching your ass like the horniest man I've ever seen."

That was the biggest and cruelest lie I had ever heard anyone making of me.

Das! I was a dead man that day. You took my wife for a discussion and fucked her brutally for forty minutes. And you're accusing me of being horny at her? Why are you doing this to me Mr. Das?
I gritted my teeth.
I wanted to push open the door and scream at his face.
I breathed despair.

"Really? Did he?"
Meera sounded highly excited at his lies. She would have believed it all. It was easy to believe it.
A horrible joke was again being played at me.

“Yes. But I won't blame him. Your ass is a wonder. Come on. Show me.”
I heard Das making his wish.
She would obey. She would stand on all fours and put her bottom on display to him.
I heard a light slap, presumably on her ass cheek, making that obvious.

“Yes. This is my dream. I want this honey. Do I have it?”
I heard Meera giggle in reply. Then I heard some more sounds that kept me intrigued.
“Oh no. What are...? You! Are you serious? “
“Come on babe. It'll be fun...”
“No... It'll be painful...”
“There's no such thing... You’ll enjoy it...”
Then I heard a cry from her. It took me no time to grasp what was going on.
“No. Nooo! “
“Just hold on, just a moment, then it'll be all good... “
“Ahhhh...”
“Don't be scared...”
“Oh my God! Aaah...”
“Just a second honey...”
“Ohhhh... ahhhh...”
It went on.

The bastard was sticking his dick into her ass. Stretching it. I had probably never seen that hole clearly in my whole life. He was stretching it.

If I had a condom, I would have stuffed her ass with my dick.
He had told me. And I had provided him a condom. I was more stupid than I thought. I was.
Meera cried incessantly as he slowly made his way into where he intended, I couldn't imagine how deep. Then he began to pound her; she cried in a pattern that suggested me how he was going in and out. With every push, she let out a painful shriek.
“Just like that. Yes. It's just the beginning honey, and then you'll like it.”
I heard Das. Bastard.
He was not completely true. Her cries got lighter but never ceased as he started going faster. He grunted with each thrust and her voice only got weaker.
“Oh my gosh.. You’re killing me...I can't... huh... eee....”
“You can do it babe... You're mine... I'm all yours... Just say yes... “
I noticed how he struggled to talk properly.
“Huhh...Hess... Yes....”
He pumped deeper and deeper; and then a one moment I felt she gave in. Her cries sounded more like moans.
“Yes... Yes... Mmm....”
Das was breathing heavier than her now. He went faster and faster, and let out a loud grunt, like an animal, announcing his ejaculation. Probably filling the rubber.
“Oh my God. My babe... That was awesome... You're so awesome... I love you...”
I heard him blurt. Bastard.

My phone rang in that moment. From my pocket. Shocked, I quickly moved away from the door, but I was sure the damage was already done. They would've guessed I was standing very close to that door.
I felt hell falling upon me, in a moment.
The erection I was unintentionally carrying in my pants fell unconscious. Humiliation of getting caught crippled me, though I pulled out my phone and silenced it.

I knew I was caught spying them.
Spying my friend with his girlfriend.
Spying my wife with her boyfriend.
Spying a couple in their room.

I knew I was in for another low in my life.
Whatever he had accused of me would now be easily proved.

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Chapter 43

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The phone call that spoiled everything was from Ananya. Next time when she show up begging me to fuck her, I would stuff my dick in her ass. She too has one fine, round, plump ass. I gritted my teeth.

I answered the call while making my way to the kitchen.

She said she had some crucial information about Meera. She wanted to meet me as well.
What was left there to speak about?
I wondered and smiled myself.

It is really amazing how we find reasons to smile even at the lowest point of our lives.

“Give me a clue about it right now, please.” I begged.
I wanted to finish the call very quickly.
“It's about her boss. I told you about Das. He's making her work on holidays...”
“What's wrong with that?”
I interrupted her in a hurry.
I wanted to stop talking but I had mouthed a big question.
I shouldn't have. She began eating into my brain.

“Come on you don't know a thing about these office games...”

I wanted to scream at her that now I know everything of it. But I just kept listening to whatever she had to say. My mind was thriving to go back to the hall. When the call was finally finished, I rushed to the hall. The door to the bedroom was still closed. I sat on the couch and expected them coming out with a demeaning look on their face.

What would I tell them when they confront me?

'You guys were talking about me, so...'
I said in my mind and it felt a satisfactory response.

But soon my thoughts were vanished as I heard more sounds of bed squeaks. It was heavier.
And Meera was louder.
I sleepwalked to the door.

“Huhhh... Das....aahh...”
She was moaning continuously.
She was in pleasure as he thrusted his manhood into her. My limp dick stood erect in no time and I didn't hesitate to pull it out. So sure of that they wouldn't come out unfinished, I held my dick and began shaking it frantically.

In my eyes, I saw my Meera lay on her back in the bed and Das pumping his dick into her, making the bed shake and Meera cry out his name.
“Aaahhh...aaahhh...aahh.. Das...”

My room. My bed. My bed sheet. My wife. His dick. I thought as I brought myself nearer to the heaven. Then I heard a scream. Meera cried one after another and his pumping kept on. I wasn't able to hold anymore. With a suppressed hiss, I shot my load which I blocked with my left hand.
“Oh my baby... My Meera...”
I cried silently as I forgot everything about me and enjoyed the pleasure of a perfect orgasm. My left palm was in a complete mess. When I came back to my senses I rushed to the washroom. I noticed the sounds being settled down in the room as well. He must have fulfilled her wants.

When I came back from restroom after ten minutes, I saw Das walking out of the room. He was staring at me and I felt it uneasy to face his eyes. I saw Meera behind him. Her gaze too, was glued on me.
I sat on the couch, like a culprit caught in the act.
I kept my eyes down.
“Mr. Menon.”
Das sat on the couch opposite to me. Meera sat with him.
“You were there, weren't you?”
He was damn straight.
“What...uh...Oh...”
I stammered. I forgot what I had practiced.
Meera had he eyes locked into me. I felt she had never looked at me this long in the recent past.

“I heard Meera crying very badly...”
I managed to say.
“Oh, that! I had told you the other day. We were trying it out. From behind her...”
He said with a mischievous smile.
Meera was embarrassed and pinched his cheek.
“You!”
“But she enjoyed it, didn't you honey?”
“No.”
She said with a smile. She had enjoyed it.
Wait, she had enjoyed it?
I just nodded as if I was blind.
“Didn't you hear anything else?”
“What else? You guys were bloody Chaos!”
I said.
“We were having a discussion on monsoon.” Meera said with a laugh.
She wasn't the woman who were crying so hard half an hour ago.
I wasn't probably laughing to her joke, Mr Das said.
“Come on friend. Don't feel bad that we caught you. It's your house. Your bedroom. Your bed. I know we were loud. It's nothing we can complain.”
I laughed this time.
Not because of what he said not for what he didn't say.
I imagined him say,
‘Your bedroom, your bed, your wife. I can't complain really.’
Das got up and shifted to my couch and poured a glass of water for himself, and finished it. He must be tired. I could easily make out why.

None talked after that. The silence was getting awkward.
Then I found both of them smiling.
More than Das' I found her smile disturbing to me. She had no right to laugh at me. But she was laughing at me, making me Furious.
Bitch. I thought momentarily.
"This is embarrassing."
Meera spoke after few minutes of silence.

"I can't sit here anymore. You guys have crossed all the limits..."
"We, who what?" Das interrupted.

I too was not sure whom she was blaming.

"You both!"
She pretended to be angry but she definitely looked cute.

When would she is stop being so cute?

"What have I done?"
Das argued.
She adjusted her posture once before answering,
"What have you not done? You're sweating, at least close your buttons!"
I looked at him and noticed two buttons of his shirt left open. And I felt he was still sweating inside.
"You are sweating, I am sweating and I think Mr. Menon is also sweating..."
Only Das laughed at her comment.
"That's not my mistake."

I merely sat silently. I was a dead duck.

"Of course it's your mistake. Let me find something to drink. We are leaving soon..."
So saying she stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"I am sorry Mr. Menon we'll plan our dinner another day."
Das said. I forced a smile.
"Its ok, she needs some rest."
"I too need rest I would say."
"Is it your first time, I mean... like this... uh... anal?"
I dared to ask.
"No, not the first time. But it was special. Perfect. You know I've been dreaming of it for long."
He winked at me.

I felt a sense of loss hearing how he had fulfilled his dream wish.
"Its ok Mr. Menon."
He lowered his voice.
"Don't feel bad for you. Actually I can see myself in you. Do remember the story about my friend and his girlfriend in the hotel room? It's a very tough situation, but if you accept it it's a very exciting one. Two persons, in their own world! Knowing that your best friend is watching you can be the ultimate turn-on. For them it was. Especially his girlfriend. She was like..."
His eyes shined as he relived someone's memories.
"Meera is equally excited, I can sense that. And what about me, you know I was just like you then, I had never wanked harder than that day..."
Das kept unearthing his secrets.

Though I felt his story had helped me ease my mind, the way he concluded it just ruined everything. He wanted to picture me as a peeping Tom. However, he was merely suggesting the truth. I was musterbating.
Getting caught masturbating was horrible than I thought. No matter how hard you try to feel better.

Well, time heals even that.

When Meera came back from kitchen, he got up and ready to leave. I shook hands with the him and then with Meera before waving them goodnight.

I thought it was the end of the day. But it wasn't.
My phone rang at 11 P.M.
It was Meera.

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Chapter 44

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"Why do you want to see me fuck around, Krish? What kind of husband are you?"
Meera had questioned me an year ago, the day she had left my life. The day she found out I had slept with another woman.
I had learnt a lot since then, a lot of lessons to be precise, despite being clueless about the most important ones.
As I saw Meera's call on the phone, there was an obvious surge of thoughts and impressions in my mind on what could be the reason behind that late night call.

It was actually an opportunity. An opportunity to confront her, that how leaving me had helped her. I had a big question to ask.
But I never had the courage to do that. I could never ask her what kind of wife she was evolving into. She could happily spread her legs for a man and later smile at me. She could joke about it.
Wasn't she changing into what I had already become?
I could jerk off listening to her being fucked by her boyfriend. And they both claim to know that I do that. They don't even leave me a choice to deny.
If it wasn't evolution, then what was it?

To grow up is everybody's dream. Be comfortable in their own skin is a trait of maturity. And we have been growing up. A stare at the bed they were using to make love like animals would now make me hard in my pants. I could pick up the empty condom packet from the floor with my hand and cherish the pain and pleasure my wife might have been subjected with it by her boyfriend.
I had become a man beyond my own imaginations, and I was okay with that. Her question that I quoted above no more caused any kind of pain to me.

The moment I saw the phone call, I was actually hoping if I could talk about the missing morning-after pill. It was the opportunity that mattered to me at the moment. She must be asking about it and I would tell exactly what Das had told me. I thought.

But I was idiotically wrong.
Instead, Meera wanted to talk about Meghna.

"I can't digest why you've turned her down so easily. You've become so insecure that you can't even have a coffee with her."
She said.
"Why don't you just move on, for god's sake, Krish? I can never be yours again. You've seen it, I'm beyond the point of return. Can't you just realise what have I done with Das?"
"I don't mind it Meera, because I know you don't love him."
I said, trying to calm down myself.
"How many times I've told you I hate you, Krish?"
"I know you don't mean it..."
I said confidently.
"Ok whatever! It's again the old stupid..."
She paused a moment to swallow whatever she was saying.
"I don't know how can you be so stupid!"
"Call me anything you want, but don't think I will fall for Meghna."
She fell silent for few moments. I heard her breath. She was holding the phone so close to her face. I felt good and pressed my phone closer to my ears, as if to feel more of her breathing.
I never stop being desperate.

"You talk like you can't even think of another woman... What happened with Sheelu then?"

This was how I was brought back to the memories of Sheelu. Did she just mention Sheelu?
"What?"
"What made you slip it with the her?"
"It was more like sympathy I guess. I don't have another answer for that. She had bad intentions. I merely fell into her trap, you know that, don't you?"
She let out a sigh.
"You don't really have any problem if I sleep around, do you?"
We were talking finally. Yes.
"What do you think?"
"Don't bullshit me with your diplomatic questions. Tell me, do you mind it if I sleep with another man?"
"Almost no."
"Why almost?"
"Not with Sam."
"Sam?"
"Yes, Sam."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Because... because I know how he lusted after you. He had told me many things that I couldn't stand. That's why we fell apart, I fought with him over it..."
"What did he say?"
"Leave it now... He has apologized and we are good."
"So other than Sam all are ok?"
"You want all of them?"
She laughed lightly.
"No, no... I didn't mean that..."
"Then I am not getting your question."
She thought for a moment before continuing.
"I mean, I am worried. I am worried. If you don't mind me going around with someone and you don't really feel much about sleeping with any other women... how can such a relationship work? How can you... You know there is no meaning in being a husband and wife..."
"It took you more than one long year to ask me this bloody question!"
"Yes it took, but it's something that you should've understood an year ago..."
She reasoned.
"Meera, why do you think I don't regret what I did with Sheelu? I..."
"No... Krish, listen to me. Do you still think I left you because you slept once with Sheelu?"
She interrupted and I couldn't make out where she was heading to.
"Then... Then what else was it?"
"Tell me one thing, Krish. If sheelu hadn't come to me to claim her revenge, would you have confessed to me about it? And would you have stopped yourself from repeating it with her?"

She had asked the hell of a question.

I was a man.
I was a normal man who can find nothing wrong in lusting after any other woman. Sheelu, Ananya, Nikita, Sija or whoever. My defence was very low. If available, I would fuck them all. Even if I had a the comfort of a beautiful wife like Meera.

Now I could clearly see why I failed.
"Krish."
I heard her voice.
"Are you there?"
"Yes..."
"Then tell me..."
"Meera I don't think I can do such things and hide it from you. I would have confessed it in a few days."
I lied.
I had slept with Ananya and kept it a secret. I would never confess it. I believed.

"I knew you would say this Krish."
Her voice was calm.
"You are never sure about you. You will sleep with other women and then you will confess it to me because you have the comfort of truth that I have already compromised. There was no way I could believe you then."
She threw her conclusion.
I had lost the debate if there was one.

"What about now? Can't you believe me?"
"It doesn't matter anymore. Good night Krish."
She had finished her side.
"Meera please listen..."
"What?"
"Why do you never let me ask you questions? You always run away from me..."
"What do you want to ask me?"
"What have we earned out of this separation? You've been alone for one and a half year... Do you have any idea where you are heading? One day everybody will know what you are doing with Das. Then you will get a name, surely it won't do any good to your future..."
"Krish! Do you want to stop me?"
"No. It's your choice."

I still have regrets for that 'no'. Why do I say things the way I say?

"See Krish.. You are still that old husband; you are happy to be cuckolded."
She had finally mentioned that word for me. Cuckold. My heart stopped.
My wife had just called me a cuckold.

"You are always happy to see me with other men."
She continued hitting the nail on my forehead. I had started bleeding.
"But, but we both are in the same game, ain't we Meera?"
I managed to ask.
"You are also fine to tease me showing off your men to me..."
"What are you suggesting? What are you saying Krish?"
"Why do you always come to my house? You never let him in your house or anywhere else.. or hotels. You want to do it in my presence only. You want me to watch. You are driving pleasure from it, ain't you? You want me to masturbate because you want to make sure that I have enjoyed!"
I spoke my mind like I never did in my life. Things I had always been scared to ask. I was still bleeding. I wanted to get even and make her accept my conclusions.
"Oh really, so this is what you think, huh?"
Meera was furious.
I immediately felt I said wrong things.
"Next time I am not coming to your house for sure."
She said.

"Come on I didn't mean that..."
I was on the back foot immediately.
"Das had asked me to work on this Saturday. He wants me in a saree. You know why. He is gonna take me into his cabin. I don't need you to watch it to enjoy that Krish. Good night!"
She said and hung up the call before I could say anything.

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INDIAN_MAVERICK1190

WTF!!! Now I'm losing my temper! Both Krish and Meera are dumbest dick!!

I want to kill both of them [img]file:///images/smilies/mad.gif[/img] they don't deserve to live around and spoil others life!!

I understand that Krish is a badass and deserve to be punished for his deeds but there is the limit of everything's. If we accept this all going on to score even with him, really!!! She moved beyond from even she always asked questions and want their immediate answers but never want to be in water.

She fucking around and questioning Krish why he did that this or whatever? WTF!! She really have that rights to question him. And that old fart!! Baby he's just the toy in hand of the Meera. If this is mine story then this goes like this "Krish never argued with Meera on her affairs with whom and where she fucked. But he killed every single one [img]file:///images/smilies/kk/chair.gif[/img] who touch her ofcourse after having[img]file:///images/smilies/newsmilies/sex.gif[/img] her. When she came in light about the situation [img]file:///images/smilie4/khallas.gif[/img] that the best part[img]file:///images/smilie3/lotpot.gif[/img] [img]file:///images/smilie3/lotpot.gif[/img] [img]file:///images/smilie3/lotpot.gif[/img]


note :- Story is very nice if we put our brain aside but that's impossible. So stop all this!! We don't want any eroticism farther we all want to see what is the climax!! cause their are plenty of sex scene and readers enjoyed them with zealously. So stop writing it and deliver us the real stuff please!!!!!

Regards
Maverick

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INDIAN_MAVERICK1190
Now I understand your and brev position here

They both deserve to die that's all all I want is they become table!!

Is Meera playing on him? I don't think so she already said "we never be same as before if we back together. I'm way beyond that". So why on the earth this asshole thought they would be back together!! And trying so hard on it.

I think I should confess this
"Brev the one who accept his wife in the screwing situation without any regrets, he is profound with her that leaving her terrify him" but that's him and we all so the same but with some regrets and trying to be even somehow.

And you Krish man!! You league's ahead with him or us. I think she said it right you are a cuckold!! If that arouse you then matter is closed. Don't give us hope that we should expect something good in future. Man move on fuck someone better than her! She doesn't deserve the blind full love of yours. Need to move on or consultant someone you need it badly here. And why didn't you reply are you terrifying to reveal yourself!!!

Mav,
It is truly sad when a husband is happy to see his wife fucked by other men but that is my opinion. Here, Krish, because of his cuckoldism, wants Meera to fuck selected men for his pleasure. In another thread "Wife's Affair", a wife who sleeps with other men for the husband's pleasure feels like a common whore. Even though the wife might enjoy the sex (and who won't) she does not like the concept.

It is very complex here because in Part 1 Meera voluntarily used Krish's perversion to boldly fuck a man of her choosing with Krish watching from afar similar to the current situation where she is fucking Das knowing that Krish is right outside masturbating. Then, Krish too, is fucking other women and does not intend to stop. . When you extend fantasy to reality you are asking for trouble. When both parties transgress the bounds of marriage what is the point of the marriage? The solution is to compromise or divorce. But what will be the compromise?? I can see that both Krish and Neera love each other.

breville1

[sarit11]

Chapter 45

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“This is madness! This is bullshit!”
I yelled myself and pulled a pillow from the bed. I squeezed it as if to choke it to death.

Meera had mistaken my confrontation as a challenge. I was clearly lagging behind to what was happening in my life.

“No. This is not good.”
I threw the pillow away. It flew and fell at one of the corner of the room.

My heart was beating hard. I tried to believe it was because of the stupid struggle with the pillow, not with Meera's attitude.
Meera had had sex with many men at many places in the past. I had enjoyed or at least born most of them in one way or the other.
But this was going to be painful. Meera was doing it to prove a word with me.
She was making a statement that not only she can sleep with another man but also she can deny my pleasure she was giving me passively.
She was taking away what was the only solace in my life.

She was ditching me.

It would hurt. I thought.
It would hurt. I melted.

Saturday was just a day away.
Just 24 hours away.
On Saturday I would stay at home having nothing to do while Meera would go to her office in pretence of the overtime work.
And that too, in a saree. She would wear a saree and would look absolutely stunning in her best. When Das pull her to him she would show no resistance. She would stand in complete submission because she got a point to prove to her husband. She would let Mr. Das rub his dick behind her ass. And she would let him take the advantage of her saree to fondle her breast over her blouse from both sides.
He would press his lips on her bare shoulder and lick behind her neck. He would breathe into her glowing skin. He would thank her,
'I thought you wouldn't come. I thought you'd never accept my request. I love you for you have respected my wish honey.'
She would blush.
'I am not fulfilling your wish Das. I am just teaching my poor cuckold husband one lesson; one simple lesson that I don't need him anymore.'
She would say in her mind.

"No!"
I yelled again.
"You're not going to do this to me!"
I picked up my phone and dialled her name.
I was going to tell her the truth about the pill. I wanted to tell her it was Das who had her pill after fucking his family friend. I wanted to tell how he had slept behind her back. If she thought I had cheated on her, then she must know that her fucking boyfriend wasn't a saint.
I kept thinking and waited for the ring.

It rang a few times, until cut by her.

I redialled and heard the ring again, once, and then heard the phone being switched off.
I threw the phone away. It flew through the air and I heard it breaking down into pieces as I closed my eyes.
I felled myself into the bed and the breathed, desperate to catch some air.
I was losing grip over my life, once again.
I felt I was brought back to those days when she had left me. Back to zero.

She wasn't letting me talk to her!
I lay semi-conscious in my bed for some time before waking up with a single aim.
Booze.
I needed to drink. I rushed to the kitchen in search of my OC. Two rounds helped me touch my feet back on the ground. On the third round, I cracked an idea.

I should message her. She would read it in the morning and if she cares, she would call me.
But what if she shows the message to Das when she confronts him?
I had a rethought.
There was no need to hurt him. I could send a diplomatic message to her.
Like this,
'Okay, that pill was not used by Das. It was used by me; I had a friend to spend the night with me immediately after Das' party and I borrowed one from your purse for her in the morning. I am sorry.'

It should work; I seriously thought.
I finished my glass and walked to the room only to find the phone in many pieces. I tried to assemble it, unsuccessfully. I decided to send it in the morning.

I slept even late that night.

In the morning I went to a nearby shop to get my phone repaired. The guy there demanded two days to repair it. I had no choice; however, I purchased a new phone and inserted my SIM card but all my contacts were saved in the broken mobile phone and were lost.
I didn't have Meera's number.
Whose number do you remember, stupid?

I remembered Sam's number. I had known it for years. He would give me her number.

I called him and I heard a woman's voice.
“Hello Krish! What's up?”
Ananya.
“Hi Ananya. Where's Sam?”
“He's taking morning shower. We can talk.”
She lowered her voice dramatically to sound surreptitious. She was trying to be funny. I suddenly had an idea. I changed my plans.
“I want to talk about Meera, Ananya.”
“With Sam?”
“No, with you...”
“Then call on my number. Are you scared to call me directly?”
“No...”
“You know, if you pretend too much innocence, you will get caught very soon.”
“No, come on...”
I was getting irritated.
“I don't have your number, my phone is damaged.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Yes. Can we speak in this number or do I have to call yours?”
“No. This one is ok; but are you sure, still you want to discuss about Meera?”
“Yes, still Meera.”
“Ok. May I visit you tomorrow? We can discuss much more.”

The bitch was always ready. And she looks more innocent than Meera. Sam should ditch her. I thought momentarily.

Or is it that Sam was also like me?

“You're always on, huh?”
“Only with you. You are the most eligible single available for a fling.”
“That is a bloody insult.”
“No. It was a compliment.”
“Whatever. I need your help, Ananya.”
“Shall I come tomorrow? I am free...”
“If you are free that's very good. You can surely help me. You know you were right about Meera, I think. She is working on holiday again, with Mr. Das, tomorrow. And she is wearing a saree tomorrow for him.”
“What? A saree?”
“Yes, she is going to wear it because he wished to see her in a saree...”
“That's too much a wish. Who wears a saree to one's office on a Saturday? Nobody does that, Krish. She must be teasing you.”
Ananya reasoned.
“I am not feeling good, Ananya. Can you stop her going to work tomorrow?”
“You want me to get her away from that guy, huh? All the talk we had in the past, you've forgotten everything! Okay, no big deal but let me first confirm it's true. Let me talk to her.”

She was about to hang up. I stopped her.
“Wait. What are you going to tell her? You can't tell her how you knew...”
“Oh no! You guys and your play-games! Grow up guys, for your own sake!”
She said in a tired voice.

We have grown up too much dear. I said in my mind.

“I don't want you talk about what she is gonna wear tomorrow. I want you to stop her from going to work tomorrow. That's it.”
“Ok, give me an idea then. ”
“You're free tomorrow, right? You can ask her accompany you to somewhere.”
“Where?”
“Wherever she can say no.”
“Shopping?”
“Maybe. But she must come. ”
“See will surely come. You have no idea how many times I've gone with her.”
“What if she suggests you to go shopping in the evening?”
“No chance. It's my damn choice when to shop. Let’s say I have a date tomorrow night, haha...”
She made me wonder if she had forgotten the existence of her husband.
“That's good. Thanks Ananya.”
“I don’t need your thanks, dear. I will visit you one day, very soon. And I will make you forget Meera one more time. You be ready to open the door like you did last time.”
She whispered.
“Sam hasn’t finished his bath yet?”
I inquired.
“He takes very long showers. He won’t come out any soon.”

I wondered if he’s also masturbating in shower.

“Then you go and join him... bye.”
“He is not that romantic. What to do?”
“Oh that's very sad. “

I wanted to hang up the phone but I didn't want to do it in an unfriendly way. Not today. I thought.

“You have nice ideas dear. Have you ever done this to Meera?”
Ananya was too much interested in whatever I said.
“In the shower? Yes, a couple of times. It’s fun.”
“Mmm... I am not surprised. I know now why you miss your girl this much.”
“You better remember it and please don’t spoil my plans...”
“I have had dreams about it you know, but unfortunately...”
“Really?”
“ How about me and you together in a shower, completely the nude... “
“Oh no... I am in the middle of the street, dear, I should quit.”
“Ok but we’ll soon have one good shower. It will be fun. Wow.”
“Bye. Don’t forget about Meera and call me when you get anything.”
She said okay and hung up. I let out a sigh and grinned.

What a woman. Sam must be very bad in bed for her. I thought.

Or is it that I was too good for her? I wondered later. She loved to be fucked by me. She wanted to spread her legs for me and lock me between them. The more I thought about it the more I became hard in my pants.
I felt I needed to get a shower ASAP.
******

By noon I had Ananya’s call.
“There’s nothing like you feared. She’s not working tomorrow. “
She said.

I was puzzled. Suddenly I felt blank, for something I was chasing no more existed.
She was just teasing me? To make me worry about it?

“She must have teased you. Anyways, I have asked her to come with me for shopping. And it's on you.”
“What?”
“This shopping is for you so whatever we spend, you should sponsor.”
“Oh, ok. Wish you all the best for your shopping. “
I said blatantly. However, I was relieved. So there was no saree. No fondling. No bending. No damn fucking in office this Saturday. I thought.

“After the shopping I will be very tired you know?”
Ananya was still there.
“Uh-huh?”
“I will need a shower. Are you ready?”

This woman never stops chasing me.
A young hot married woman in her better side of thirties, wearing right amount of plumpness in all the right areas, with a fair, glowing skin and a gorgeous smile, was chasing a single man whose only active part of body was his dick. It was not a common scenario. I didn't posses any great power to resist her charm.

"I’m ready for anything, baby." I said.

And she showed up at my door exactly at 3 o'clock on Saturday.
She had some meaty bags in her both hands as proof of the heavy shopping she had done with Meera. I was happy to see those bags.
“Where did you drop Meera?”
I asked as I bolted the front door.
“At her home, safe and sound. Happy now?”
“Thanks dear.”
I said.
She threw her bags on the couch and hugged me tight.
“Just thanks? No, it won’t do. “
She said and kissed me.

I couldn’t stop my arms wrapping around her, and open my lips to welcome her kiss.

Little did I know, at the moment that my wife was just walking into her office - an empty office except for a cabin in which a man was impatiently waiting for her.
And she was wearing a saree.

[sarit11]

Chapter 46

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“It was very hot outside. See, how I'm sweating inside?”
Ananya complained.

She was still breathing hard to recover from the long kiss we had. I had the warmth of her soft lips and tongue sucked into my mouth. I had my hands behind her head, holding her face firmly into me, and had forced her moan 'mmm...mmm' towards the end of the kiss.

Still, when I finished it, she attempted no retreat and was actually pushing her lips more into me. Her eyes were screaming ecstasy.
“You must be tired. I'll bring you some juice.”
I began to walk into the kitchen.
“No, I don't want any juice.”
She touched my forearm, making me stop and stare at her.
“You don't want any juice?”
I asked with a mischievous smile.
She pulled her chin up and slightly pouted her lips.
“Of course, I want yours, handsome!”
She winked at me. Her voice was carrying enough affection to turn me on instantly.
I slowly pulled her close to me and wrapped my right hand around her over her light shade kurti.
“You'll soon have mine, Ananya.”
I was surprised at my own lecherousness.

Oh God. I thought.
I was no more in control.

In fact, I didn't mean to attempt to control myself. It had always been like that with Ananya. From the very first of our highly irregular flings, she was always the one who initiated it. But I can't say myself was ever victim.

I was partner in crime. I was equally sinful.
"I can't wait for that...mmm... But I want to have a shower first...”

She had clear plans.
“Shower? At this time?”
“No? Are you wanna enjoy my sweat?”
She had the cutest smile as she asked shyly and I laughed at her.
“Okay. And I've already have mine. But I won't mind another one.”
I said and swept her legs to fell her in my arms.
“Oh my God, seriously?”
She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Yes. Seriously.”
I carried her to the washroom and pushed open its door.
“You've saved my wife from a crocodile. I should give you a shower, shouldn't I? A nice one...”
Her eyes remained on my face as I let her stand under the shower-head. I smiled at her.
“What?”
“Uh... Are you gonna open the shower?”
“What do you think?”
“What about my clothes?”
“What's wrong with these? We'll get it washed and dried later.”
“Oh no! I want to wear it when I go home.”
“You can wear new clothes, can't you?”
I suggested.
“No. I will wear these only.”
She pulled on her kurti as to assert her choice.
“Okay... let me take it off you. I will keep it safe. And dry too.”
I urged her, holding firmly on her shoulders.
She smiled embarrassingly, like a first time offender. I felt she was remorseful.
“What?”
I wondered.
“You know...uh... I can't believe this....”
“What?”
“ I mean...You have never been so enthusiastic with me... Are you doing this because I saved Meera?”
“ This is certainly not the right way to thank you for that...I know...”
“Then what is it?”
“ I don't know... you hot hotter than usual.”
I tried to smile she didn't.
“What... What happened? Will you tell me?”
I could see something wrong in her behavior. I had seen it since she had showed up at my door but it was more apparent only at the moment.

“Every time I have to force you. I always needed to pull you to bed to get what I want from you... how many times... I mean, how many times I’ve fantasized you when I was with Sam. You know I've had sex with many men... But the kind of intimacy I had found in you was never there in any of them. You submit yourself into me. You let me own you completely when you are with me... You make me feel in love with you for the shortest time we spent together... I have always thought if I were married to you I would rather die than think of cheating on you...”

She kept her hands on my chest and played with my buttons as she spoke.
“Are you still forcing yourself to all this?”
Her voice was coming from her heart. I felt.
I was trying to figure out where she was heading to and her last question was straight forward.
“Uh... No. I don't...”
Then I stopped.

Did you really wanna do this Krish?
I heard an inner question. I stared at her.

"I don't know Ananya but I can say I had regrets over it in the past. Every time. ”

I looked sideways as I finished.
I took my hands off her shoulder and stepped away from her. She just watched me move away and her face was filled with sadness.
“Krish I want to make you free from that regret... and do what you want to do in your life. I don't really want to make you sad... But I don't know better way to say this...”
She was struggling.

Is she falling in love with me? I wondered for a fraction of a second.
How stupid I was.

"Meera doesn't deserve you Krish. And she doesn't deserve your regret over me.”
Ananya was observing me carefully. I made no sound as I kept staring at her.

“She has nothing to give you. She has lost it to him, you know, her boss. ”
She revealed the huge surprise for me.

I kept my eyes on the silly woman and leaned back to find support on the washbasin cabinet behind me. She interpreted my face too-stunned-to-react to put up a basic human emotion. In fact, there was none, except for the confusion on how much Ananya knew of it.

Ananya however had mistaken my blank face as calmness before storm.
“Sorry Krish but it’s true. She told me just today.”
She said and we both maintained silence for a few seconds over it.
“How?”
I finally asked.
“And when?”
“3 weeks ago, in her office...”
“In her office?”
“Mmm... On a Saturday...”
Her voice bore all the possible pain of revealing such a painful truth to an innocent soul.

I turned back and faced the large mirror on the wall. At that moment I felt at so much ease that I wondered how the hell I was acting so splendidly in front of her. I felt two hands crawling from either sides of my body and Ananya's face pressing behind my shoulders.

“I am sorry Krish. But it's true.”
“Okay...”
I spoke slowly and faced her.
“I know it is painful Krish but you should think straight. Almost two years since your separation... You've been trying to be faithful to her. If you're not then I am the only one responsible for it. If I wasn't there you would still be waiting for her. And then when you know about what happened to Meera, or what she did to you, you would have felt horrible.”
“So you are saying you have saved me from that, huh?”
I suddenly found myself angry.

I felt she was making use of my failure. Wasn’t she?

"No... I didn't mean that. Please. I meant to say you should know where you are. There is no reunion. If you stop expecting a reunion, you will feel no regret. You are a free man, Krish.”

She had a huge point. I could see the connection.

Logically I was free. I had no one to stop me if I slept around with every girl I could get.
I could go fuck Ananya, Sheelu, Meghna, Nikita or whoever I wanted. Ananya had put it up for me loud and clear.
I had no one to stop me.

But no one could wake a man pretending asleep.

I was there to stop me. I wanted myself in a cage and I wanted Meera hold the key of it. Meera was correct. I was a cuckold. A cuckold never leaves his wife. He can't. Like sun sets in the West, he tends to his wife, no matter where she rises in the morning.

But one thing suddenly popped up in my mind. When Meera had told her about the little fun she had with Sunny, Ananya had kept it secret from me. It's been months since she knew of it. But when she knew of my wife’s ultimate betrayal with Das, she almost ran to me to tell me all about it.

However, I could see that Ananya's sad face was genuine. She's not enjoying to betray her best friend’s secret. I was starting to feel some kind of fondness toward her.

I smiled at her.
“Okay I understand. I don’t blame Meera either, for what happened; she's just a woman. I tried but unfortunately I failed, I guess....”
I tried to speak.
“It's okay. You'll soon feel better.”
She said.
“I feel better now.”
“That's good. Thank God you're okay.”
“Thank God I knew of this at least now. But I don't understand. Why in their office, how could they do that?”
I was just trying to sound and seem genuine.
“Yeah that's really risky, but not impossible....I know.”
“You know...? How?”
I gave her a suspicious look.
“No, I haven't done anything like that. But I know. I just know. And Meera told me everything. And please don't be angry at me, I have even enjoyed it.”
“What?”
“I told you, don't be...”
“Fuck! You guys are sick!”
I pushed her away pretending anger.

But inside I wanted to hear more. Only thing that stopped me from letting her tell what Meera had told her was the fear of being caught aroused by it.
I started to walk away from her.

“Krish! Stop!”
She said.
“Please stop...”
I stared at her.
“What's now?”
“Stay with me.”
“What for? To watch you take shower?”
“No... to have a shower with me...”
“No. No... See you outside...”
I began to leave.
She quickly turned the shower-head on. Water began to pour over her head. Traces of vermilion from her hairline got washed away in it.

“Please come back to me. “
She begged. She wasn't smiling at all. She was stubborn. I stood there helplessly, watching the water from the top of her head flowing all the way through her body. Her clothes were soaked to the skin in a few seconds. Her curves were revealed, inch by inch. I saw traces of her bra and navel under her kurti.

“If you walk out, I will follow you and jump over you.”
She threatened. I smiled now, and looked down.
“You!”
I mumbled and slowly walked to her, walked under the shower with her, letting myself equally drenched. She hugged me tight.
“I love you.”
I looked straight into her eyes and she repeated.
“I love you Krish, and I mean it.”
“You mean it, okay! But what do you mean by it?”
“I meant what I said. What, can't I love two persons?”
“Two? “
“Mmm.... You and Sam.”
I laughed.
“Okay. It's a new system. Are you gonna marry me too?”
“Don't laugh at my love. I have got feelings for you.”
She had started to unbutton my shirt. I felt good. I liked her tender fingers working delicately on my chest.
One by one, she undid all of them and spread my shirt sideways to reveal my skin. She ran her fingers down my chest and stomach. I felt loved.
“You are a wonderful woman Ananya.”
I couldn't stop me say. She smiled.
Her cute face with water running down on that smile made a beautiful picture. I wanted to kiss her immediately.
There was no need to stop anything. I leaned slightly and kissed her. She was waiting for it. As I sucked her lips along with a mouthful of water, her hands hurried around my shoulder to pull my shirt off me. I too began to pull up her kurti and she helped me do it easily. Her milky white skin appeared even more flawless in the water as I carelessly tossed the sodden clothe aside. I watched water running through her hair to her shoulder and then over her breasts. She unhooked her bra and pulled its straps aside to let it fall on the floor. She was gorgeously well-shaped. A few of the small streams from her neck danced downward to her breasts, until gathered at her nipples, and then made their way down.
She kissed me again on my lips, lightly and then knelt in front of me. I watched in wonder as she worked her hands on my cargo half trousers. My dick jumped out soon and swung in the air blatantly.

“It's saying me hi, isn't it?”
She looked at me. Her eyes were cute.
“Welcome him, baby.”
I said.
Water that felled on my dick was making its head glow more than it deserved, until she had her fingers around it. I just moaned.
“Say you love me.”
She commanded, with the entire naughtiness in the world gathering at her eyes.
I bit my lips.
“You own me, baby.”
“No! Say you love me.”
“I love you.”
I surrendered and laughed.
She too laughed, albeit very short. Water kept pouring over her and was disturbing her, but we were definitely enjoying it. She leaned forward and kissed me. She was going to do it. I anticipated and my dick twitched under the confinement of her firm grip.

She must have sensed it. She simply ignored it and swallowed its head. I let out a slight moan that got lost in the water.
Soon I found her sucking me so possessively that made me believe what she meant when she said she loved me. And I loved the way she sucked me deep, deep into the back of her throat.
I turned the shower-head half close to let her suck me undisturbed. I watched her soft lips forming a perfect O and moving it back and forth to let my dick tease her tongue continuously. She had made a rhythm that carried me to the edge of the world I had almost forgotten. I felt like I would cum any moment soon. I didn't want this end so early. I stopped her.

“Let's go to the bed.”
I wasn't breathing, if I remember.
She looked up, and licked along the bottom of my dick.
“Ooohhh...”
I sighed.
“No, I want this here.”
She said and got up.
She was adamant and began unbuttoning her jeans. I tried to help her, though she did it all herself. I knelt in front of her and pulled it all down, though leaving her panty just above her thighs, revealing her flower right in front of my face. She was freshly shaved and beautiful. I pushed the tiny clothe as well, down to her feet and she pulled her legs from it and kicked I away quite unceremoniously.
She had offered me her completeness. Mesmerized with her everything, I pressed my face into her. Into the center of her.

She let her legs split apart and raised her right thigh over my shoulder. I had better access; and I kissed between her.
“Huh.”
She hissed. The water flowed through her belly was falling to my face. As I slurped her pussy I got the taste of the water, albeit sweeter than it’s supposed to be.
She leaned back and closed the tap and then lifted her right thigh comfortably to let me reach her in inner lips.
As I pushed my tongue inside and chewed on her lips she moaned my name.
“Oh my Krish... ”
“Ohhhh...my god... ”
“Oh yes... awww...”
She kept moaning and my tongue work grew harder only. She was slippery and I just wanted to lick her clean. The more I tried, the more she melted. I prodded deeper into her until I sensed her body quivering from within.
“Hsss... ahhh...huh...”
She grabbed and pulled my hair. It hurt, yet I made no attempt to stop her.
“Kreeesh...”
She cried and patted twice on my head to let me know what she was going through. I opened my mouth and sucked more into her hole. It was getting harder for her to bear. My tongue was dancing.
Suddenly there was more water. More wetness. I madly slurped it all. She struggled to bring her breath back into the normal. When I finally took my mouth away from her and looked up into her eyes she bent forward and my pinched on my cheeks lovingly.

“Krish... I love you so much Krish... “
She hugged me and almost made me fall on the floor. Well, we managed to sit on the floor, with our ass on the wet floor. We shared a laugh.
Then she kissed me again.
“I want you to fuck me now.”
She whispered.
“It’s my pleasure. You want it here or...”
“I want it here... you know how I want it?”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to bend me over the washbasin here and do it from behind me...”
My eyes grew wide she noticed it.
“I want it please... you know that's how Meera had given in to Das in their office... Over his desk...”
I was stunned. Actually I was amazed to see how my life was giving her life new meanings.
“She told you this?”
“Will you be angry?”
She has scared.
“No. Certainly not. If I'm angry too, that will be at her, not at you. But I am trying to move away from her. So tell me.”
She believed me.
“Ok. She told me how they had done it...”
“How they had done it? I mean, wasn’t there anybody?”
“No, it was a Saturday. Everybody had left everyone had left and Meera was the last one. He had called her into his cabin. Actually she knew he would be expecting her. But she hadn't thought that he would do it right there. ”
“He did force her?”
“No... It wasn't a bang. He kissed and hugged her... again kissed her all over her body... And then... You know. Then she was...”
“Yeah I got it. She gave in, right? And?”
“And then he made her... I mean he touched her between her legs. First over the clothes and then...”
I merely nodded my head.
“Are you sure you wanna hear it all?”
I nodded again.
“Every bit of it.”
“Okay... And then he made her touch his thing... And she touched...”
“She held him?”
“Mmm. She did, and she jerked him a few times. Then he asked her if she liked it.”
“She said yes?”


I immediately thought I shouldn’t have asked it.
“Yeah, she said that; and he then bent her over his desk and pulled down her... She was wearing a dress, so he just pulled down her panty...”

“And didn’t she... didn’t she object?”
I asked with hesitation.
“Yes... But she was enjoying it when he was... you know, when he was inside her... She told me that. She wasn't expecting it so much good but it was far better than what she had thought.”
“Better than me?”
“No... No... Definitely no. I mean, I haven’t asked her, I am assuming it from what I know of you.”
She must be flattering me, I thought. I though said nothing.
“What she meant was he was surely better than her own expectations...”
“At first you said she wasn't the expecting he wouldn't do it...”
“She said she wasn't expecting it in his office.”
“So she was already waiting for it...”
“I don't know. I have not asked her. But as far as I know, everybody has dreams like the one I had about you. She must have had it. She must have had dreams about him. That’s why she let it happen so easily.”
“But he is an old man after all.”
“I have had sex with a 50 year old. It was fun.”
“You know you should think twice before you say such things to someone.”
“That's the fun with this; I can say anything to you and still be happy.”
“Yeah that's a privilege when you are fucking your hubby's is best friend.”
She laughed.

“So are you convinced or what?”
“What?”
“To bend me over there...”
I smirked at her.
“Do it and give me what I deserve, my darling... See your thing is so hard I can't wait to feel it inside me.”
“You want to tell my wife's cheating story and make me fuck you out of my frustration, huh?”
She was taken aback by my reply.
“Really do you think that way?”
She was serious.
“No, I know you love me Ananya. You have feelings for me.”
I said. She knew I was acting sarcastic.

She smiled and kissed me again to bring me back to her. This time she was sucking my lips and she pulled me up to stand on my feet. My manhood was sticking out in the air, almost parallel to the ground. She led me nearer to the washbasin and turned her back to me.
“I think I will come very soon.”
I said.
“You sucked me too good. I guess.”
I was lying. There was better reason for my excitement.
She just smiled to me through the mirror and leaned forward, pushing her ass to me.
I watched her round plump ass like Das had mentioned about Meera. I saw her canal from behind. I stood behind her and rubbed my dick into her ass crack slowly.

“I am going to stick it into your backdoor to Ananya. You have a perfect, perfect one.”
I said in ecstasy.
“Oh my God... you will make me cry.”
“But you are gonna love it, for sure.”
I had placed myself into her entrance. She was drenched inside and as I pushed inside forcefully she let out a short moan.

I pulled myself halfway back and pushed again, swiftly.
“Awwww...”
She hissed. Her hairs fell into the washbasin with my third push.
“Krish... Oh my....”
“Are you ok, my baby?”
“Mmm...”
She moaned.
“It's tough to stand like this... But it’s okay...Huh...”
She pulled up her hair from the wash basin and looked at me in the mirror.
Well, that was just the beginning. She tried to hold at the edge of the cabinet in the beginning, but when I had my way into the deepest of her hole, she lost control of everything. I drove my dick slowly and passionately into her, and she was forced to rest herself on top of the cabinet. She grabbed on to the metal tap with her left hand.

“Oh my god... ”
“Krish...”
“Huh...”
She kept moaning.
I heard nothing and plunged deeper into her, reaching all the right places. I leaned forward and grabbed her breasts softly. Then I ran my tongue along the center of her back. She giggled.
“You feel so good honey.”
I said.
She moaned in a tired voice as I explored the smooth skin at her back with all my love and affection.
“Do you want more of it baby?”
“Mmm...”
She didn't spoke a word. She was again on the verge of another collapse. I corrected my posture upright and then unleashed a final assault into her core. I held my hand tight around her waistline and they pumped faster and deeper into her, hitting my groin behind her ass continuously.
“Mmmm...”
“Oh my...”
“ohhhh...”
“mmm...”
“eeee...”
She cried soon, and ended up almost screaming.

I was too beyond my limit I knew. I let it go. I delivered a few final thrusts into her and burst my load with a struggled groan.
“Huhh...”
The joy of filling her deep hole with my warm juice was better than ever. The joy of emptying it into her wet lands in short jerks.
“It‘s so good. Oh my baby... it is so good. ”
I panted.

Moments later as I pulled myself out of her she quickly turned to me and hugged me tight. She kissed me all over my face. Her eyes were wet. I noticed.
She took a break and breathed.

“Forget Meera... please make me yours, please. I don't want Sam... I want you Krish... I love you...”
I was learning more of women psychology. And the more I learnt, the more I became confused.

I learnt that sometimes women do not think it logically. But I couldn’t learn why. And I feared it.
If Meera too could think this way, she would really fall in love with Das.
They don't really think about the lack of possibility. They just love, and they chase it.
My face paled in a second.

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Chapter 47

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“So what are you gonna do now?”

Ananya asked.

We were sitting on the couch, both comfortably dressed in new, dry clothes. I had just put her wet clothes for drying.
“What I am gonna to do?”
I looked her in doubt.
“Aren’t you gonna confront her?”

That option hadn't even crossed my mind. She was now thinking the most logical way.
I was the husband who 'just' knew how his wife had sex with her boss. I was expected to be angry. I had to confront my wife.

“Yeah, but what will I tell her about how did I come to know?”
I reasoned.
I obviously didn't want to confront Meera. Firstly, it's a long gone chapter in our lives. There's no point in suddenly coming up with this whole new confrontation shit.
Next, in Meera's eyes, I had never been so friendly with Ananya that she would easily leak Meera's secrets to me. If I confronted Meera about it now, she would easily make out who's behind it. Meera coming to know Ananya's betrayal wasn't really my concern, but why I'm confronting her like a stupid at this moment will definitely give rise to unwanted suspicions.
Meera would even make out there something fishy between me and Ananya; something that prompted Ananya to betray her best friend.
“You tell her anything you feel, but you shouldn't let her ask you how you came to know...”
“Of course she will doubt you...”
“Let her doubt. That's natural. I will handle that!”
“How?”
“I will deny it.”
“Will she believe?”
“I will tell her I have nothing to do with it. Why would I tell you about something that she kept so secret from even me for so long? She's my best friend. You and I have nothing going on between us. Why would I tell anything to you? My friend is Meera, not you, are you?”
She raised her eyebrows slightly.

“And if you confront her later, I won’t be able to defend myself like this... see, she told me this thing in the morning, there’s no way I will straightaway run to you to spill the beans to you. It’s too convenient to believe, isn't it? But if you delay it, the case will be different.”

What I feared was exactly her strength.
The world was becoming stranger to me. Very hard to understand and mingle with.

I tried to make deeper calculations in my small mind on how to avoid this bad move.
“What is left there to ask her, Ananya? I don't really want to talk to her...”
“You will definitely do it later Krish... I know you will definitely do. And I told you, if you do it now I won't be doubted much; and if you do it later, I can’t escape.”
“Come on Ananya.”
“Listen to me Krish. You will have to confront her, right now.”

I was in deep trouble. I looked up and saw the clock hanging on the wall.
A few minutes ago, I was sticking my hard thing into the deepest hole of this woman. And now she is giving it back. I thought.

“I don't really have courage to do it."
I finally said.
“What?”
“I have just made love to you. I have just cheated on her. I can't really blame her cheating on me.”

Ananya rested her eyes on me for a moment. I thought I had found a reason to stop her.
I chose to look away from her.

“That you can blame upon me. It's not your fault. I seduced you.”
“In her case too, Das seduced her...”
“But she had enjoyed, she told me clearly about it, that she had enjoyed having sex with him.”
“I too have enjoyed it with you...”
“Stop it!”
Ananya pressed her palm across my mouth.
“Stop talking about me. You must forget about me for some time and face your wife.”
Her eyes penetrated deep inside me. I feared if she would read my mind.
She was almost leaning on me.
“Okay, but what should I say?”
I surrendered.
“You ask her if she remembers you. You tell her, that you’ve been waiting for her, for her return. And you ask her why did she choose her boss over you, you ask her why did she made so big deal about your one night stand with an old friend’s widow...”

Not in this world I could ask my wife these things.

“Come on Ananya, try to understand...”

“Shut up and pick up your phone. Right now!”
Ananya took the phone from the table and handed it to me. My heartbeats were escalating. The moment my shaking hand unlocked the mobile, Ananya snatched it back from me.
“I will make the call for you. Remember, you never mention my name."
She warned.
"Let’s say you heard it from somewhere else, let's say you have a friend who is also a friend of Das, let’s say Das told him about it and that’s how you ultimately knew it.”
She poured in ideas.
I tried to grab the mobile back from her.
“Come on Ananya... why are you getting so personal?”
I asked out of desperation.

She stared at me for a second and then jumped on me.
She jumped on me and sat on my lap with her knees at either sides. Next thing I knew was her mouth over mine. It was a big open mouth kiss. I was completely done to death.

Somebody once told me women can be dangerous. How true!

“It's all personal now. You are my personal matter now.”
Ananya whispered. I hesitated to lick the wetness of her saliva from my lips. She ran her fingers through my hair.
She was being lovely. I was being burnt.

“Please talk to her Krish, finish it now.”
Ananya said in a soft voice.
I nodded. She sat back and dialed Meera on the phone. She put it on the speaker mode and waited. As it rang for the first time, she quickly handed it to me.
“Talk!”
She said without making any sound.

Hell. I said in my mind and waited.
Let it happen. I will face whatever follows.
I tried to assure myself.

On the sixth or seventh ring, the call was attended.

“Mr. Menon, she’s a bit busy. Call after sometime...”
I heard a voice. It wasn’t Meera but a man. And I recognized the voice instantly.

Das. And he was breathing heavily.

“What?”
The word I was gone out of my mouth unintentionally.
“We are in my office dude... Will talk to you later.. Huhh!”
The call was cut right away, but I still caught that ‘huhh’ grunt clearly.
And I thought I heard more sounds in the background. Meera.

The phone fell off my grip and I looked at Ananya. Her mouth was left open, eyes still.

Darkness was coming. And there was nowhere to hide.

[sarit11]

Chapter 48

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“Do you know him?”
Ananya asked.
I didn’t hear her.
“How is Meera still with him?”

I almost yelled at her.
“I don't know. I can't really believe this... It's not possible...”
“Not possible? It’s happening... Tell me the truth Ananya; did you really leave her at her home or at his office?”
“ What? Don't you believe me?”
“ Why would I believe you? Tell me... She is still exactly where he wanted her. And did you hear that sound. He’s bloody fucking her... He is...”
I paused. It was not that I was exhausted.
But I had gotten a sudden jerk in my trousers. I was getting hard.
I couldn't believe it. I was beyond my control, again.



Well, there was nothing left to control.
The fact that Meera was getting fucked by him in his office was growing in my unconscious mind and I was being ruled by it.
‘ I am a bit busy...’
His voice echoed in my ears. The sight of Meera lying on his desk with her face down flashed before my memories. I imagined Meera struggling to bear his force, as he pounded her from behind her. I melted like ice and I wanted to see her instantly.



“I have done nothing wrong. I thought she would stay at home. I didn't expect this... Please believe me Krish...”
Ananya touched my hand to bring me back to reality.
“I don't know what to do now... I don’t see anything that can be done now...”
I looked at her.
“I am sorry Krish.”
She was sad.

“Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong. I believe you. I was just angry at myself....”
I said a few minutes later.
She sat closer and rubbed her palms over my wrist, as if to convert me. I just sat steady.
“But I don't understand. He knew you. Did you know him personally? “
That was the question which was dreading me. I realized instantly.

I was getting naked in the middle of a huge crowd. My identity of a husband who liked his wife getting fucked by other men was about to be unearthed. The fact that I knew everything about Das and his relation with Meera and ultimately myself was being uncovered. I was about to get stripped of my pride as a social being. I foresaw everything in a second.

No. I shook myself inside to gather what was left of my consciousness.
I had to come up with stories to cover me. I knew.

More lies.

“He... he knows me... as a friend of Meera. He... He had once spotted me with Meera somewhere, a few weeks ago. She had told him that I am a friend.”
“She introduced to you to him as a friend?”

She had found something to hang on.
“Yes. “

“She is sick. See, she was playing games with you. You should have caught her right there.”
I nodded and wiped my face.
“But how the hell he dared to tell you so openly that he is fucking her? Why he is showing it off to you?”
“I don't know...”
I tried to appear clueless.
“I have no idea what she must have fed into him. Perhaps... she might have told him that I am after her... like I am a stalker or something... which is true, isn’t it?”

“No... I feel something different. He must have known who you are.”
“No way, he is not aware. “
“How can you be so sure?”
“Do you believe he would speak to me like this if he knew? he would definitely try to hide it from me.”
Ananya shook her head slowly.
“Yeah that's true. “
She believed me.
“That is not my concern. But Meera...”
I was changing the target intentionally. I didn’t want her think more about me.
“You still have concern for her?”

She was annoyed.
“Move on, Krish. Please move on. You have nothing to do with her. She has become his now.”
I stared at her for a moment and agreed.
“You are right. Yeah. It is time, I know. But it’s tougher than it should be.”
“You know he always wanted her. he was always behind her. And now he has her. Not only once. First one can be called an accident. But this one is not. It proves that she wants him. I am sure they will soon have more of it. In many places...”
“Many places...?”

“Mmm... Like his flat... his friend’s flat... or a hotel room... even a parking space is enough. He will grab every opportunity to....”
“To fuck her.”
I completed her.
She was absolutely right. He had taken her to the hotel room, his house and his ‘friend’s flat’. What is left, a parking space?
That was too was almost a past thing.


I remembered that day when Meera told me about the blowjob she gave him in a parking area. That also reminded me of the kiss I had with her right after that. It still sent a shiver through my spine. Her lips were so crushed that day. She would do the same to him today too, as they have all the time. I thought.


“Holy shit.”
I grunted.
“What happened?”
“As we are talking he must be shoving himself into her. I can't live this moment. I feel like I needed to drink. “
I looked away in despair.

“Can’t you forget her, Krish?”
She asked softly.
“I want to. But I am not able to. I feel like dead.”
“Oh really. Let me make you alive then...”
She said and kissed me.
I sat like too stunned to react at first as she circled her arms around me and pressed herself more into me. She sucked my lips and her kiss was very rough. She was eating my lips. I had a hundred questions to throw at her but only thing I could do was to embrace her soft body.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I thought she consumed my breath too.
Soon we were making out madly in the couch. I pulled up her T-shirt and kissed on her breasts. She sat up facing me with her knees apart at either sides of my thighs and took off her bra. The new one. She had just bought it during her shopping. She rose further and let her globes reach my mouth at its height. She was feeding me and I sucked on them like a man possessed.

“Ohhhh... My Krish...”
She moaned.
She cupped her palms under her milky globes and shoved one into my lips.
“Suck me. Eat my nipple.”
She was turning me into greedy as hell.
I sucked her teats while crushing them as a whole with my both hands. She leaned more on me, pushing me further back into the couch, in an attempt to dominate me completely.
She was turning herself wilder and I just had to let her. She had begun to swivel her ass on my lap.
“Oh my Krish... I love you... let me give you all I have...”
She blurted.

Her voice carried vibrations from ecstasy.


I looked up and tried to kiss her.
She kissed me and pushed her tongue into my mouth.
“I will give you more than what she could give her boss...”
She whispered.
“Mmm...”
“Let him take her to his office every Saturday... I will come for you Saturday and Sundays. I will be in your bed; however you want... your wish...”
“Mmm... “
“You want that, don’t you?”
“Mmm... I want it baby.”
“You love me?”
“Mmm... I love you...”

I thought Meera’s face flashed in my mind. Why every time Ananya quotes her name I remember her face? It weakens me. It kills me. It keeps alive something in me.

“You are mine... Meera can’t have you now... you belong to me. You are my dream... this is my dream...”
Ananya rained more. Still the she couldn’t wash away Meera’s face from my mind. What she was claiming to be seemed to have exactly the opposite effect in my mind. I knew what was my dream.

“Mmm my lady...”
I moaned in memory of Meera.
My hand had gone under her skirt. She had no panties. Her ass cheeks and its softness, smoothness seduced my fingers. I searched nothing in them yet found everything. She ran her fingers through my hair and again kissed me with more love and affection. Her tongue invaded my mouth like she would let my dick would do to her.

Then came a moment when my teeth behaved a bit too hard on her lips.
“Mmm... ouch.”
She gave me a small slap across my face. A light one. Not even close to the one Meera gave me a couple of weeks ago.
Why I am still remembering things associated with her? I wondered.

I sensed my dick jerking inside my trousers.
“Ananya . I want to fuck you every time I remember her face.”

I blurted out.
“Mmm..... Is that your revenge?”

She was interested to pick it up.
“Yes.”
“Then I welcome that...”
She said and slid off my lap. I was well aware of what was to come. I stood up and let my trousers drop to the floor. The moment I sat down, Ananya bent to me and grabbed my hard rod. Its round head was wet with precum.

She jerked me a couple of times, and my precum spread into her fingers. I was too horny to wait any more.
“Sit on me, baby...”
I moaned.
She was happy to oblige.

She rose on her knees and sat on my lap, her legs split.
I just glided my shaft into her. She was all soaked inside. I could see she was hornier than me.
“Am I better than her?”
She placed her hands on my shoulders.
“Are you competing?”
She laughed.
Neither of us bothered about her skirt. She still had it around her waist. Everything was hidden from our sight but as soon as she began moving up and down, I could feel it perfectly.

My dick was going exactly where it wanted.
“Aaah... aaah...”
I gasped with each of her jump.
I could feel each of my inches invading into her body.
“You are dripping...”
I commented.
She blushed.
“I can’t help...”
"It feels great..."
She put her arms around my neck to get even closer and started grinding me rhythmically.
It was awesome. She was so awesome.
I caught her eyes with mine and kept her riding me. She smiled. She noticed the spark in my eyes.

“What are you looking at like this?”
She asked.
“You are a wonder, Ananya.”
I said.
She smiled again and simply licked around my lips. She was turning dirtier.
“Mmm... I liked it.”
I said.
“You want more?”
“Mmm... more dirty. I want you be dirtier.”
I whispered.
She licked me more and made my lips and face wet with her saliva. I grabbed her ass and squeezed her flesh roughly. She pressed herself more to me as if to escape from my light assault, and my dick had more fun invading her deepest.

“You have your eyes on my ass...”
I heard her murmur.
“True...”
“One day... I am gonna let you have it...”
“mmm... how exactly are you gonna let me have it?”
“How do you wanna have it?”
“You tell me, baby...”
“Mmm... huh... I’m gonna let you take me from behind me...”
“Tell me more...”
“My backdoor... I will let you put your thing inside it...”
“Ohh my... tell me more... “
“No... then it’s up to you...”
“You wanna know how I am gonna do it?”
“Yes...”
“It’s gonna hurt...”
“No problem...”
“You will cry...”
“No I won’t.”
“Not even when I push it deep inside you?”
“No, I will manage.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, next time...”
Her mouth was wide open as she breathed.

Her breath was turning heavier with her movements. She was riding me perfectly and she was way quicker to reach her heights this time.
“Yesss... yesss....”
“Oh my god...”
She cried soon. And I felt her body throb from inside. She strangled my neck tightly and pushed herself more into my groin. She suppressed a wild moan and kissed me once it all settled. She pushed my head backward and rubbed her both lips into my mouth.
As I opened my mouth, she knew what I wanted. I loved her warm saliva flowing into my mouth. I swallowed it all and kissed her.

“You know it’s her loss. “
She breathed into my ears and hugged me.
“I love you. “
She kept moaning in a tired voice.
“Are you okay Ananya?”
I asked.
“Yes, please let me lie down here.”
She glided of my thighs and lay on the couch, with her legs apart.
“Give me yours, Krish.”

She extended her hands to me.
She wanted me to give her more of what I could. In no time, I was on top of her, devouring her lips. As I pressed my both hands on the couch, she grabbed my dick and guided it into her.

"Give it to me Krish. Give me harder than you’ve ever given to her..."
She asked. Her voice was torn. She was sedated by lust. Yet she had more understanding with what she wanted.
I pushed down into her and she let out a gasp.

“Oh yes. Like that. Huh.”
She teased.
I pushed again, and again, and went on to pound deep into her. She threw her left leg on the air and let the other one on the floor. I pushed harder and deeper, making the couch cry.

“Make me your wife today. Make me yours...”
She cried and looked at me lovingly.
She had surrendered to me like Meera never did.
“You are mine baby, huh...”
I grunted.
I was closer.
And my eyes spoke it to her.
“Yes. Yes. Give it to me Krish. Huh.”
She kept crying madly.
“Forget Meera. Make me yours.”
The more she asked me to forget Meera, the more I was remembering of her, until I was hugely obsessed with her. For a fraction of a second, I felt I was on top of Meera. My Meera. My woman.

I wanted to stay there, with her.
“Aaahh...”
I was beyond my point of return and exploded right there. I started to cum, spraying yet another load of my warm juice into my friend's wife, straight into her womb. At least I felt so. I was gasping for breath, and unloading myself in short jerks, and I pushed into the deepest of her hole.
This is it. The pleasure. I thought.

Well, I was wrong. As soon as the flow was done and my breathing was back, I longed for more. Wanting more.
Only one woman could satisfy my hunger... My mind’s hunger.

But I was exhausted indeed; I closed my eyes and lowered my face down on the couch behind her ear, rubbing my face onto her hair.
I heard my phone ringing then, and I was too tired to care for it.
Well, it was a hand’s reach for Ananya and she grabbed it easily. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was smiling at the mobile screen, making me wonder what’s so funny about it.
Then she answered the call.

“Meera, he’s a bit busy now. Call after sometime.”


I was struck with a lightening jolt.
“Who’s this? Hello... Ananya?”
I heard Meera’s voice from the other end.
“Yes I am with him, in his house. He’ll talk to you later.”
Ananya said and cut the call.
I felt my dick losing its strength and life, all of a sudden, and pulling itself back from her. And I was being pulled beyond existence.

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Chapter 49

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I was on my feet in a second.

“What have you done?”
I almost screamed.
“I gave a reply she deserved.”
“What reply? This is your reply? Don’t you know the consequences?”
“Yeah I know but this was more important. She deserved it.”
Ananya was unfazed.
“That wasn’t good, Ananya.” I blurted.

Meera would now know of my affair with Ananya and she would now have one more reason to hate me. I thought. I had just had a dream of her. And it was so great while it lasted. It was destroyed unbelievably quickly. Even those dreams would now cease to happen in my lonely life. I feared.

And Meera would sure tell Mr. Das everything. He would know who I was. She would tell him what I was. She already has a name for me. Cuckold.

Would he enjoy hearing all that? Would he tease me and laugh at me when he sees me next time? I suddenly remembered Sam. And I quickly realized the thought of facing Sam was more dreaded than facing Mr. Das. I died a little when I thought of Meera telling Sam about this.

“What if Meera tells Sam about it?”

I couldn’t stop worrying.
“That will be foolish.”
Ananya said.
Her confidence amused me.
“She’ll have to tell about her deal with Das also. Then I can defend myself easily.”
“How?”
“I will say, like...”
She paused a moment to think before continuing.
“...Like I was just making up this to her to reply angrily, you know how we should play it out. I was here to tell you how she is cheating on you with her boss. Then you called her, to confront her, only to be answered her phone by Mr. Das, and the things he told you were unforgivable. You were angry so was I. That why, when she called you back I grabbed it and answered it. I just meant to give a tad reply for her gruesome act.”
Ananya laid out her plans.

It was quite relieving for me to hear. There was still hope.


There suddenly appeared an escape route for me; an undo button.
“We can project this same story to Meera too, can’t we?”

I was a stupid as well as desperate. Ananya looked down on me.

“Do you still want to make her feel better? What she did to you, what he said to you can’t be undone. Why do you want this to be undone?”
“We’re complicating things, Ananya. If we clear all the doubts from her, it will be safe for us...”
“Move on, Krish. That’s how you can get back your sleep...”
She suggested firmly.
I didn’t reply. I felt she was right.

We collected our clothes from the floor and the couch, and wore them. We visited washrooms too.


“I am really impressed. You are fearless.”
I said later.
“If you were fearless like me, you wouldn’t have lost Meera.”
She said. I stared at her.
“Don’t take me wrong. You are sweet actually. That’s why it hurts you the most, so much regret that you let her go. The fact is that she was the one moved away from you. It takes some tough and forced measures to stop someone like that.”
She preached. I merely nodded as if I understood everything she said.

I still had doubts.
“What if Sam ever finds out?”
“He will never know. You have to believe, if you want to live peacefully.”
She was cold.
“How?”
“Don’t worry, Krish. Because I think Meera won’t tell him anything in the first place. For that she will have to come up with hell of a back story to support her allegations. She has no proof other than my own statement. I can deny it easily, and she isn’t a fool.”
I now believed her. I chose to believe.
I shook my head. She smiled as she finished convincing me.

Right at the moment, the phone rang again.

This time, it was her phone. She checked it and turned it to me. Her smile had vanished and her face became pale.
“It’s Sam.”

She said.
I was speechless.
She took a long breath and attended the call.
“Hello...”
I just sat like a statue, staring at her. Blow after blow, I was being hammered by my destiny. I felt I had no moves but all the stakes in this game.

Sam’s call lasted only for two minutes.

Well, perhaps the whole world was corrupt. Unfaithful.

I don’t have anything else to justify how fortunate I felt at that moment. Sam wasn’t calling her to confront her. He had no idea about his wife’s escapades with his friend. He had no idea about her whereabouts either. He assumed she was home. And all fine.
He just wanted to inform her that he wouldn’t make it home for the night.
I let out a ling sigh of relief and lay back in the couch. Ananya smiled at me.
“See, there’s nothing to worry.”
“For now.”
“Believe me Krish. “
“I do believe you. I don’t have any choice.”
I said.
We were quite relaxed after that. I collected her clothes from the drier and she made tea for us.
“I’ve slept with you many times, but it is first time I am having tea made by you.”

I joked.
“You like it?”
“It’s very good.”
She was standing in the kitchen with her back against the side cabinets. And she was smiling at me.
“You seem to have something in your mind.”
I said.
“Yes. Do you have any idea?”
“No. And I think you should leave.”
“Are you getting bored of me? So early?”
“I can say I’m tired, but never bored.”
I pulled a plastic chair from the corner and sat on it, sipping the tea.
“By the way, I am worried about the things you told me about Sam... “
“Oh that... I just spoke my fantasies. You can leave it like that.”
“I thought they were real.”
“Well, I don’t certainly like the way he makes love to me. He doesn’t respect my feelings in the bed. Whether I like it or hate it is never his concern. Rest of all are okay especially the freedom he gives me. Well you don’t have to think so deep about us.”
“But next time you are gonna fantasize even more...”
“Maybe...”
She blushed.
“...Don’t you have fantasies?”

My fantasies. I sighed.

You better never know me.

“Mmm... There it is. Tell me.”

She kept her cup aside and walked up to me with her shining eyes.
“Why so hurry? You’ll know when it’s time.”
She kept her eyes on mine, and never let me look away.
“You know, I have a basic idea about what could be your fantasies...”
“That’s interesting. Tell me then...”
She giggled slightly, and bit her lips.
“Are you pretending to be innocent?”
I teased.
She pinched my cheek.
“OK. I think... you like to be... mmm... dominated, sometimes... I mean woman on top. “
I thought she was right.
“Is that it?”
“No. Of course not. There are more things attached to it. Can I sit in here?”
She eyed my thighs. I didn't believe in the strength of the plastic chair, but I didn't want to mention it. Girls hate everything that put blame on their body weight.
“Uh... I am not finished my tea.”
“I will finish it.”
She grabbed my cup and finished what was left at the bottom of it. In a second, the cup was on the side cabinet and she was on my lap, facing me. I leaned back on the chair carefully. I felt her warm breath on my face again.
“Is this one of your fantasies?”
I asked.
“Yes. You are ticking most of my list...”
She put her arms around my neck.
“You seem to have a long list...”
“I do. “
“Is there anything you think I can't fulfil?”
“Yes.”
“Really? What is it?”
“It’s a really stupid one. I don’t want to do it actually. But I like to fantasise.”
“Okay, I won’t force you. Tell me.”
“My biggest one is the craziest one also. I cannot tell you.”
“Why?”
“I am afraid it will piss you off...”
“Does it have anything to do with me?”
“No; not at all.”
“Then I wouldn’t mind. You can tell me. If it’s really crazy, well, I hope it is...”
“Are you gonna be up again?”
“Maybe...”
“You know I want to stay with you tonight. This is one night for us. I will own you completely. Tonight I am gonna make bed for you. And I am gonna lie down in your arms. We’ll kiss and cuddle the whole night; and a lot more than that...”
She snuggled more into me and rubbed her nose against my cheek. She was lovely. I turned my face slightly and planted a light kiss on her mouth.

“It’s dangerous, Ananya.”
“No, he’ll never know.”
“No, it’s not him. It’s us. We shouldn’t be so close.”
“Are you afraid of falling in love with me?”
“I don’t know.”
“You know you don’t have to love me. You just need to behave yourself to me, and I can see love in you. I can find bits of love in your touches, your eyes, breathing and every gesture, and I can be happy. All a woman need is subtle gestures, Krish, not blatant verbal declarations that she is loved.”
“Then why Meera left me?”
I asked.
“...Because she never understood your love; she might have wrong definition of love. That’s why she left you for silly reason.”
“The reason she quoted was silly; but there were enough reasons.”
“How long will you bleed for it, Krish?”

She didn't seem pissed off. She was talking with all the calmness in the world.
She touched around my face tenderly. I could see each and every bit of perfections and imperfections of her face, and I felt myself falling for them with each passing moment. She was winning me over.


“So are you gonna let me stay tonight?”
She asked.
“What are we gonna do?”
That’s how I relented.
“I want to spend more time with you; nice and real. I want to cook for you. I want to know your habits. Your likes. Your personal moments. I want to watch you when you are you. I want to make bed for you; I want to fall asleep in your arms. I want to wake up in your bed. I want to have morning kiss from you.”
She went on, until I realised how helpless I was.

Woman can be magic. Someone had told me. How true.

“Do you love me?”

My voice was soft as ever.
“Don’t ask. “
“Why?”
“We are talking with our heart. If I say the truth, you will take me seriously and complicate things.”
I got what she meant to say.
“If you keep talking like this, I will end up murdering my friend for his wife.”
“You have very bad fantasies.”
She ridiculed me.
“It’s not my fantasy; just pray it’s not my destiny as well.”
I said.
“Come on let’s go to the hall. Let’s go to the sofa.”
She suggested.
We walked into the hall and I played some music.
“We’ll have a drink, later. “
I said. She nodded.

Back in the couch I went back to her fantasy again.
“I am really curious.”
I confessed.
“It’s really crazy, and stupid; and cruel too. But it’s only in my mind. I don't want it happen in real life. But you know, when I... uh... you know, when I think about it, it becomes the biggest turn-on...like hell...”
She wasn’t really comfortable to talk it openly and it made her seem an absolute cute. I let her snuggle into me and wrapped my arms around her.
“We don't have to make all our fantasies true. Some should remain a fantasy. It’s best that way.”

I said, wondering what she had in her mind.
“This one is exactly that one. You know, it’s about...making love to someone else...in my house, in my bed; with someone else...”
“You already have that, with me, don't you remember?”
I interrupted. In my mind I had already rated her craziest fantasy as mediocre.
“No... Not like that... in my fantasy, I do it when Sam is watching.”

Right there she had dropped a bomb.
I wondered what is happening actually.
No matter how many varieties of mangoes you can find, one thing remains the same. The seed inside. You don’t know how they taste like, but you shall sure know they are all the same.

I had read in a recent article. It seemed stupid then. Then.

I had never thought about other people's fantasies.
I had never discussed with anyone about their or my fantasies before Ananya. I suddenly felt all the people in this world could be just like me. Everyone can have fantasies. Their dirty secrets. When one hears about another’s fantasy, he can't laugh at the latter; because he could have been nurturing a dirtier one.
Ananya was making me feel better, unintentionally.
“Oh my god. That’s really... you surely don’t wanna do it.”

I said for the sake of saying something with the flow of our conversation.
“It’s my cruelest fantasy. I don’t want that happen, ever.”
“What do you think his reaction would be like?”
“No, I don’t have him reacting to it. He just watches it. He is not forced to watch it.”
“Then what is in it for him?”
“My pleasure...”
“Your pleasure?”
I asked, pretending surprised, though I had a basic idea about what she meant.
“In my fantasy, I reserve the maximum fun, don’t I? So he watches me having fun. His joy is to see me completely satisfied by whoever I am with; like you.”
“It’s a really good fantasy.”
I said. And I meant it.

I suddenly thought of Meera in a couch, with Das on top of her. She was moaning in pleasure, as he humped into her in brutal force. I knew she would be completely satisfied.

And I knew I would be hard again.
“I am becoming hard again, down there, Ananya.”
I confessed. Her eyes sparkled again.
“I thought it would piss you off because it is very cruel from the husband’s point of view...”
“It’s cruel but it’s also the hell crazy.”
I decided to behave bold.
“You fantasy is to make love to, let‘s say me, when Sam is watching us, huh?”
I asked again.
“Yes.”
“You’ll sure get us killed.”
I said.
No, I thought instantly. I never killed my wife. She had had a sex with many guys right in front of my eyes. Well, at least in my presence; and she was left to live.

Liar. I thought myself.
“True.” Ananya said, “That’s what makes it so crazy. “

There was a small spark in what she had just said.

“What?”
“I mean he shouldn't like it. He shouldn't enjoy watching it.”
She said.
“What if he enjoys the show?”
“No that's not what I want in my fantasy. I instead see him not liking it, yet sitting there to see how far I would go, and expecting me to stop myself at some point. At first a kiss, then undressing, and then holding a man’s, yes yours... your this thing in my hand...“
She touched my dick as she spoke and I was helplessly hard. And I was not ashamed of it.
I put my hand inside my trousers and pulled it outside once again.


“Hold it... yes... “
Her eyes shone and she grabbed it instantly.
“He wouldn't like it for sure.”
I said. My dick throbbed in the confinement of her fingers.
“And he would want me to stop kissing it.”
Saying so, she bent forward and kissed me right where I wanted.

I moaned.
“Huh... are you gonna make him watch you suck it?”
“mmm...mmm...”
She didn't even look up once.

I felt my dick being treated with more warmness; more wetness. And she went down until it touched her throat. She held her lips tightly around it when she pulled it out, making me feel every drop of blood rushing through my veins to it.
I wanted to ask what else she’s gonna do with it. But I couldn’t. She had gone down again, to make me feel worthy. She grabbed its base when she looked up.
“Shall I go on?”

I didn't like her asking for permission. I felt she wasted a couple of seconds asking it.
“Please...”
I sniveled.
And I touched lightly on her shoulder to convey how much I wanted it. She instantly obliged and resumed to live her fantasy. I just sat there, immensely lost in the pleasure of being sucked by my friend’s wife in the imaginary presence of her husband. And the idea of him not liking it was just an icing on the cake.
“Oh...my...baby...”
I moaned. I must have had leaked too much precum, for the sounds of her suckling me was high.
Soon I was up in a place I couldn’t see anything; I didn't hear the music in the hall. And when I heard a distant sound of a car I chose to ignore it. I forgot Meera in that moment.

“Oh...uhhh... my baby....”
I moaned again.
“I am cumming...please let me cum...”
“Mmm...”
Ananya kept moving her head and the very next second I burst inside her mouth.
“Huhhh...huhhh...”
I hissed and I unintentionally grabbed around her neck, albeit with less force.
"Swallow me... baby... please..."
I moaned a I sensed her mouth will be filled with my juice. And she obeyed me. When she finally got up, she had nothing in her mouth.
I panted.
“Oh my god....”
She wiped around her lips with a smile, as if to remove any spills. Well, she had none. She was perfect.

“You’ve just swallowed my juice.”


I said. It was quite unbelievable.
“And I am gonna lick you clean.”
She said and went down on me again.
I sensed her tongue dancing around my still hard dick. I was in bliss, and I had forgotten Meera.
Right at the moment, the front door was opened.
It was pushed open with a loud sound that shocked me. I turned to it quickly and I saw a man standing in there. Before I could came back to reality to recognize that man, a woman walked past him, and stepped inside.
It was Meera.

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Chapter 50

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I had committed a long list of blunders.
After watching Ananya retorting Meera over the phone I should have thought of the possible actions by Meera. I should have thought of repercussions. I did not.
I was convinced that I can defend any accusations of my affair with Ananya. But I failed to get her out of my house immediately. Instead, I chose to cuddle with her. I chose to get a damn blowjob from her.
I never considered the possibility of Meera immediately trying to verify what Ananya had told her. I merely prepared myself to deny it and defend me later. At the same time, I failed to erase the biggest evidence, which was the presence of Ananya in my house.
I was so lost in the heavenly pleasure with Ananya that I failed to recognise the sound of a car driving into my house.
Ananya had been at my house for more than three hours. Yet I failed to secure the front door. I can impute this to the almost-bachelor’s life I’d been living for a year, but it doesn’t really make sense anymore. I left the fucking door open.

If these weren’t enough, I forgot to pull up my trousers properly before I stood up when I saw Meera. And when I pulled, it was too late and ended up screaming my nudity. Both she and Mr. Das saw my dick before being hidden in place.

Nobody told me not to be embarrassed in front of them because they were themselves having an illicit affair. I had nothing to fear. It was my home, they were theoretically forcing into my house while I was having my private date. But I failed to remember that. My brain had stopped working.

As soon as Meera saw me, I became the culprit. I became a lifeless statue and I started to melt as she approached me.
She chose to avoid me and turned to Ananya.
“So this is it, this is it, Ananya?”
“Yes, this is it. “
Ananya was shocked as hell as me, but she regained her calmness quickly to respond.
“What kind of friend are you, Ananya?”
“I haven’t done anything worse than what you’ve done. “
Ananya immediately used her prime weapon.
“What are you doing here, by the way? You have nothing to do here, do you?”
Meera looked down at her.
“I can't believe you’re saying this, Ananya. How long it’s been running, Krish?”
She still wasn’t looking at me.
“What is in it for you Meera? If you don't want him, why don't you leave him alone? Set him free, you have no right to stand here make him feel like he dumped you...”
“It’s time you know your boyfriend a little more than what he does to you in his bed. Yes, he is very good in that, to seduce his friend’s wife into his bed. That’s why I left him. Do you know that?”
Meera asked.
“Stop behaving a hypocrite, Meera... and I want you know that he wasn’t the one who initiated this; it was me. He always wanted you. Like madly. But I was the one who forced him for this.”
“I’m done talking to you, Ananya. I don't want to talk to you.”
Meera shook her head.

Two women were fighting for me. Two friends were fighting over a man they both shared.
And two men stood nearby; two friends. Mr. Das was staring straight at me, as if he cared nil about the ladies but only me. He had said nothing since his arrival. Deep in my mind I had started to worry about him asking why I tried to make a fool out of him but ended up one like this. I couldn’t match his eyes. My head was down. I wanted Ananya to leave immediately, before Meera makes her. I didn't want Meera mouth anything from our past.
“You are a big player, Mr. Menon. You’re not a man but a running scam.”
Das began, completely ignoring what Meera had to do with her friend.
“Meera is you wife and...”
“She was.”
I spoke finally.
“She was. She was. Of course she was. That’s okay, but you wanted to watch her having sex with me, huh?”
He had knocked me down right there. I knew Ananya would now lose the plot.
She took the bite and stood up for me.
“It’s absurd. I told him just today about you. And he’s standing right here. He’s not a dickhead to watch what you did there. What the hell do you mean by watching you?”
Ananya made my head a bit more down. I heard Meera laugh. She would have forced that one.
“What do you think Ananya? You think you’re the first one to drop that secret to him? You’re the biggest fool in his game, after me. I told you, it’s time you know your boyfriend a bit more. “
Meera looked at me for one moment, and turned to Ananya.
“I have slept with Das the most times in this house, in that room, in his bedroom. And he kept our door. He guarded it, he listened to us making love, and he masturbated.”

Humiliation is just a word that is almost never mouthed by anyone. But everyone knows what it is, even from a mile away. Here I was living it.

It all started from the smallest form of it. Someone whom I owed a sum was coming to my house. I was scared of the shame I might have to bear if I face him. I didn't want to be embarrassed in front of my wife. What kind of humiliation was that?
To avoid that little one, I hid myself under my bed. It was just the beginning. It turned out.
That day I saw my wife on the verge of surrendering under the manly comfort of another man. Though I managed to save her from that, the curiosity to know what my wife was up to steered my life since then. I found myself hiding many times, trying to know my wife, and ended up knowing me more than I wished for. I often found myself in her place. I imagined myself in her place. I tried to live her pleasure and pain. What was her pain and pleasure to me?

Pleasure, I would say.
Her pain was my pleasure.

And it was payback time. My pain, my humiliation would be her pleasure. I foresaw.

The magnitude of humiliation aggravates when witnessed by a third person. Here it was Ananya. I was pushed into a molten volcano and she stood there watching, too stunned to react.
Meera wasn’t done.
“You must know this too; when I had slept with Das for the first time, it was in a luxury suite, and it was Krish who took me in there; to his royal suite, like a pimp...”
“I didn't know what you were going to do there...”
I interrupted to defend myself, thus validating her allegation.
“You knew what was going to happen there, Krish. Don't try to be an innocent in front of her.”
Das said.
“You knew what I wanted to do with your wife and you just let me do that. All you did was to listen to the sounds of our lovemaking...didn’t you?”
He went on hitting the nail on my ego.
“He did that, and when I came out he was looking at me so horny...”
Meera added.
“Oh come on Meera. I didn't... I didn't do that... I was feeling horrible... You’re making up things now...”
“Come on Krish, be a man; at least stand for what you have done. You had the fun the most on that day buddy? “
Das asked.

He was stretching it beyond my wildest imaginations.
“You are making up stories, Das. What fun had I had?”
“Krish...”
Ananya spoke.
She was looking at me, her eyes baffled.

Das was not finished.
“You should know more, Ananya. After every time I spent time with Meera, I used to do tell him about it. No, he would ask me and he was keen to know how I made out with my girlfriend. Little did I know that I was talking about making out with his wife! He was my friend; and it was too good, isn't it my friend?”

Ananya had heard enough.
She shook her head sideways to convey what she had in mind. A big no!
“I am sorry, Ananya. I didn't...”
I couldn't finish.
“No, I am sorry, Krish. Forgive me. I have never known you.”
She kept shaking her head in contempt and went back to the couch and collected her bags. She was leaving and I had nothing to make her stop. She gave me a disappointed gaze in the end, and without uttering a single word, she walked out of my house. The sound of the door slammed behind her echoed in my ears.

“There she goes, Krish. What do you have now?”
Meera asked.
Nothing; I didn't need to say.
“Well, you are all mine now, I see.”
She grinned. I had never seen her face like that in my life.
“Go, close the door.”
She gestured to the door. I couldn't make out what she meant.
“Go!” she raised her voice and pushed me.
Like a machine I walked into the door and did what she wanted.
I felt she didn't want anyone interrupt her talking to me. I was led by curiosity and I walked up to her.
“Sit down! “
She pushed me to the couch. I fell into it and she leaned to me.
“Do you know the greatest sin you have done to me Krish?”

When she bent, I could easily see her cleavage right below her face. But I didn't dare to take my eyes off her eyes. She had commanded all my attention to her eyes. She had become the master. I felt difficult to breathe. I couldn't answer her.
“You slept with yet another woman known to me. You just helped another one who would one day show up in my face and tell me how she fucked my hubby...”
She read out my sin and I closed my eyes.
“Do you still remember the day when I left you? You were crying like a child, saying you didn't mean to hurt me the way I was hurt. Now what is it this? Tell me something!”
“I am sorry...”
I groaned. She stood up, her eyes down at me.
“Don't be. I am not angry with you Krish. I still love you... yes, I’m ashamed to accept this, but I love you. I have to pretend to be angry because I know I don't deserve to be angry with you...”
Her eyes were wet suddenly.
“What are you making me? “
She shut her eyes close, as if to stop her tears falling down. I melted further. Regret had grappled me completely.

“Who has committed the biggest sin, Krish?”
Her eyes were open again.
“I did, and I am sorry, Meera. “
I said.
“Who deserve the punishment, then?”
She seemed to have regained her composure.
“I... I deserve. “
I surrendered.

I thought I deserved the punishment. I was convinced that I deserved it.

“Okay.”
She nodded. “I know how to deal with that. You wanted to watch me have sex with Das, right? Right!”
She looked at Das.
“Let’s put up a show for him, Das; for my poor, unlucky husband.”
Das grinned.
“Yeah, let’s give him what he truly deserves.”
He said and put his arms around her waist. He held his face against hers.
“Do you know he’s going to like it?”
“No, he is not gonna like it. “
She said and felled her saree from her shoulder and then from her waistline. It dropped to the floor, revealing her sculptured body, in the orange blouse and under skirt. Meera stepped away from the saree and looked at me.
“Where do you wanna watch us, Krish?”
“Here, in this couch. It’s perfect.”
Das said and led her to it. They both sat down and smiled at each other. Soon they were kissing, like two horny human beings. They were horny like a young couple in their first time, like hell, I could see it from their aggressive rush to eat each other’s lips. I saw a lot of tongue being exchanged. His left hand was already on her breasts, while the right one wrapped around her shoulders. Her hands clung to his shirt and soon started to unbutton him. They broke the kiss to gasp, and Das simply grabbed her blouse with his hands and tore it away. I heard the sounds of its metal hooks being pulled off and Meera giggled. She seemed absolutely ignorant of my presence.
I wasn’t present there. As if I wasn’t alive. As if I was no one.

I had imagined her making love to Das a number of times. And every time I had a hard-on. And I had wanked too many a times to those wild thoughts. But right there, when it was actually happening in front of me, happening for me, I wasn’t aroused at all. My dick had died. My body wasn’t allowing me to have pleasure from it. I was being punished. I had to bear this with pain.

Suddenly I remembered Ananya’s fantasy; making love to me while her husband watched without enjoying. Only thing he should do was to watch helplessly, hoping that she would stop it herself.

It was happening with me, and I was the husband. Whose pleasure have I become?
Meera?

It seemed a yes. The way she was turned herself in was not how I had seen ever of her. Her blouse was gone. Her bra had come off, hiding nothing of her breasts. He sucked them and fondled them as he wished. His tongue went dancing around her teats and she moaned to each of his touches. His shirt went off in a few moments. Soon her hand reached into his pants. He took a moment off her, and let her open his pants. Soon he pulled it down to his knees, and freed a monster. Thick and round at its top, it poked its head into the air, challenging me. I died a little more seeing its size. And then she grabbed it.
“Wow. It’s harder than ever. “
Meera moaned, worshipping it with her eyes.
She felled him further back into the couch and leaned on him. He kicked away his pants from his legs; making him completely nude. Meera threw a glance at me, as if to ensure I’m watching, while bringing her face down to him, and opened her mouth to push his dick into her mouth. Like a man half-dead who’d die in a few seconds, I lay in my couch and watched her luscious lips covering around his thick meat and letting it invade deep into her mouth. Das too looked at me once, and moaned with a wry smile, before turning his eyes back into her.
“Yes... baby... ohhhh... yesss....”
Meera’s head had begun to move up and down on him and he kept moaning aloud.
“Oh yes... oh suck me like that... mmm....”
His eyes often fell upon me and I lost a little of myself each time.
At one moment, he stopped her.
“Suck my balls, honey...”
He held his dick up and directed her. Meera leaned further without wasting a second and licked on his large balls. Soon she had her mouth wide open to suck it into her mouth.
“Oh yes... this is so good... mmm... yes...”
He cried.
He held her face with his right hand and grabbed his dick with his left. Then he beat her face with it, around her lips and nose; and she absolutely loved it. The man was a maniac and my wife was his slave.
And I was the slave to that slave; of little value; or no value.
His pre-cum was making her beautiful face dirty. He rubbed his dick all around her face and she loved it all.
She too loved to be punished. I felt.
I wanted to get up and pull her away from him; but I had no life left in me. I was exhausted. I had become a statue.
“Oh my baby... it’s too much for me... I can't hold any more...”
Das moaned soon. He stood up immediately and made her skirt fall to the ground. He ripped off her panty in a hurry and pulled her into the couch. When he stood up, I saw his dick swaying into the air, almost making it parallel to the ground. Its red head shone into my eyes.
“Please give it to me...”
I heard Meera begging him. He made her kneel on the couch and pushed her down to stand her bent forward. Her breasts hung in the air. He was going to take her from behind. He too knelt one leg still on the floor behind her and rubbed his dick into her crack.
“Oh yes... Das... huh...”
She moaned. Her hair fell over her face, hanging into the couch. I heard her gasping though I couldn’t see her face. She was ecstatic like hell.
After a few moments of teasing, he pushed. She moaned again, and again, as he soon started plugging into the innermost of her hole. He had his both hand firmly around the back of her waistline, and started pounding her. I saw his dick piercing into her. I saw her breasts swinging. She was drenched in wetness, and it made a lot of noise unbearable to me.
She was even more noise.
“Oh yes... oh yes... oh huh...”
“Huh... like that babe...huh...huh...”
He stopped at times to grab her boobs that were otherwise hanging freely, and crushed it under his lust. At once he pulled her up without pulling his dick out of her, and thus making both of them almost standing on their knees. She turned her face over her shoulder and kissed him. His hands on her breasts from both sides, and he then started moving himself. I saw his dick getting in and out of her slowly, and she let out moans suppressed into his mouth. When he left her finally, she felled herself on the couch to lie down on her stomach, as if she was done.
“Huh...huh... oh my god... that was... Das...”
He had pulled out of her, but wasn’t done yet.
“Turn around honey...”
As he moved, I saw white sticky juice around his dick. It was still hard to perfection.
It could be hers. I guessed. Meera had turned herself to lie on her back now, and she spread her legs to welcome him into her centre once again. This time he was a bit exhausted, he lay completely on top of her, and kissed her lips a lot, while gathering strength. Then he rose and held his dick into her. She grabbed it and guided it into her hole. Soon he was fucking her like an animal, grunting and breathing heavily.
“Huh...huh...huh...”
“Yess...yess...yess...hahhh....”
They both tried to match each other; killing me further in the process. I could never give her this much pleasure. I thought.
I didn't deserve her. I thought.
She didn't mean to be mine. I thought.
Soon I heard him groan louder, making it obvious that he had arrived.
“Hahh...huhh...hahh...”
He grunted in short breaks. He was shooting his juices into her in short bursts. He was filling her, my wife, with his hot seeds of himself right in front of my eyes. He is making her pregnant. I thought.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. It feels so great... haah... Das...”
She moaned. She cried.
He had collapsed into her. My wife had extracted his everything.
“That was the greatest sex I’ve ever had in my life. “
He said soon.
“Me too.”
She gasped. Then he pulled himself up. His dick was now limp. I noticed. And a lot more nasty; it was dirty like hell.
When he went to the washroom, she brought an old churidar from my room and wore it. Das too got dressed immediately. They never looked at me ever for once, until they were ready to leave.

I was still in the couch, half dead, and my dick whole dead. There would be no life after this, I thought. I would leave this town forever. I decided.

But destiny had other plans for me. Meera had other plans for me.

“Let’s go.” Das was ready to go. Meera walked up to me and leaned onto me.
“I know you haven’t enjoyed it. Because I didn't want you enjoy. It was a punishment. Now it’s done. Now you can go back to you life...”
She leaned further and kissed me. I felt her destroyed, sloppy and swollen lips on mine. She sucked my lips a moment and licked around my mouth, just like she had sucked his balls a few minutes ago.
When she finished, she handed something into my hands: her panty; all torn to pieces.
“It’s all for you. I want you masturbate looking at this.”
She whispered with a smile, before walking away.
Suddenly I felt myself coming back to life. I was able to breath, I could move my hands. And my dick was becoming hard.
Very hard.

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nymph11

Just a synopsis after this Mast Saturday Rasleela....

Meera:
Girl……she’s the best heroine I have read in Xossip….She just delivered a stunning blow in the last update…the best payback I have ever seen…She could act so swift…deliver a huge blow to Krish’s defendant (Ananya) and left him to fend for himself…She could manage him to accept his cuckold ways and do to him what he likes the best…humiliation cuckold sex with Das….
She could show her loving side and her potent vengeance side in the same breath…
Loved her rasleela with Das…it is less erotic as we were used to the forbidden fruit (Meera) being enjoyed by Das as revealed by the voyeur of Krish only in the earlier narrations….now it is a no hold barred fuck mela…so more of a hardcore encounter that the eroticism….
I really loved her last stunner…torn panties and asking krish to masturbate on it and the kiss,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Ananya:
She came….she saw…she fucked…..herself in the end….
Felt a bit of sympathy towards her…she got a total knock out by Meera…..What happens to her once she encounters Meera at her home…
She will never have the same equation with Meera…as Meera can deliver a lethal payback to her…If she can do to her husband Sam what she did with Krish…..
Ananya now knows she can never ever count on a guy like Krish…what if Sam deserts her knowing her affair with Krish……
Now she has to play a slave role to Meera if she black mails her to do a service to keep her affair a secret.
Das:
Das the BOSS…my man…..
He is the only man to show concern for Krish….Even he could have forced Meera to have sex with his dear friend Krish….had he not known that Krish is….or …was her cuckold husband…..
Alas…..Krish just lost his good friend…..and gained a potential HUMILIATOR in the future….
Now no more erotic updates and encounters…..Das can fuck Meera at will…and she will go to any level of hardcore sex to humiliate Krish further…..by cooperating with Das to the maximum level…
Any ways… as I have already written my admiration for Das earlier….He has the quality of being manly with his women…and churning out pleasure out of their pussy ….OLD IS GOLD….This oldie has years to service his women before he runs out of battery……Way to go Das…. Try for a threesome with Meera and Ananya……would be a mega rasleela…………
Sam:
I don’t know if he could get a revenge fuck with Meera….long overdue man…….time to release his juice in her pussy…
Last and also the Least….
KRISH……….
He just got degraded from a LESS SPINE ….to ……A SPINELESS Creature……….
When she finished, she handed something into my hands: her panty; all torn to pieces.
“It’s all for you. I want you masturbate looking at this.”
She whispered with a smile, before walking away.
Suddenly I felt myself coming back to life. I was able to breath, I could move my hands. And my dick was becoming hard.
Very hard.
His cock must be easiest one on the planet to get it hard……Just crumble the bedsheet and shout in his ears…..Das just fucked Meera……u could see it limp back to life……..but where is his wife…….He will remain a lonely MASTRUBATOR for the rest of his life……….
Good that he did not get along with Meghana…..the poor thing would have to endure a lifelong agony had she become his girlfriend…let alone being a wife….
These lines
“Let’s go.” Das was ready to go. Meera walked up to me and leaned onto me.
“I know you haven’t enjoyed it. Because I didn't want you enjoy. It was a punishment. Now it’s done. Now you can go back to you life...”
Just remind me of a famous Jim Carrey dialogue in the movie Bruce Almighty…
THAT’S HOW THE COOKIE CRUMBLES………..
THAT’S HOW JUST NOW KRISH LIFE HAS CRUMBLED………….
For all those poor chaps who were expecting Krish resurgence as a MAN to get his GIRL Back…….
GOOD LUCK AND SWEET DREAMZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ…….

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