[krish_999]

Dear readers.
I haven't been here for a while. This is not an announcement of my return. This is rather about a small story. Maybe some of you are not very happy to read small stories here, but that's what I consider feasible at the moment. It's a story I created mostly during my travelling time (when I am not driving). Like my previous story in the regional language section, this one would consist 5-7 chapters. I hope you understand my limitations. 

The story name is "A Chapter of Nightmare" which will be told in first person.

I will start posting the story soon, and there will be one chapter per week. Please leave your thoughts here. 
Thank you for all the appreciations you guys sent me through the private messages.

Love. Krish.

[krish_999]

A Chapter of Nightmare

Chapter One

 

I am Manav. I work in a tyre threading shop in Solapur. My wife, Shubha, used to work in a popular money lending company. We were in the third year of our marriage, but we did not have any children. In the second year of our marriage, Shubha was pregnant, but unfortunately, it ended in miscarriage. So after that, we decided to take a break of two years before trying to become parents again. However, in the third year, I decided to construct a new house due to pressure from my parents, and I had to take a house building loan. By the time the construction finished, I was deep in debt. But I was confident in getting rid of it since both my wife and I were earning sufficiently. Our collective contribution was necessary to make the EMIs on time.

 

Three months after the housewarming of our new house, Shubha's company shut down her branch and transferred its entire staff to different branches. A few of them were lucky to receive assignments in nearby cities, but others were sent to long distances like Satara, Latur, Kalaburagi, etc. Unfortunately, my wife was particularly unlucky and shocked to know that her transfer was to Hyderabad. I was equally shocked because it was not only 300 km away from my hometown but also in another state.

 

Shubha had the option to leave her job, but as I mentioned, our EMIs were not going to let her do that. Both my wife and I knew our exact situations, so we convinced ourselves and our parents that there was no other way. Our only hope was that after working in Hyderabad for a couple of years, Shubha could be transferred back to Solapur or any nearby place.

 

So Shubha packed her bags and went to Hyderabad. I was going to accompany her. Unfortunately, my manager's wife had a premature delivery at that time, and he was busy in the hospital. Being the next senior staff, I was left to look after the shop's operations. I couldn't even help Shubha in packing.

 

Shubha was tense about doing it alone, but I encouraged her to handle it independently. She was not only beautiful but also smart, and she quickly overcame the tension and eventually boarded the train to Hyderabad. Before that, she had contacted her Hyderabad office, and her colleagues had promised to help her find accommodation.

 

My manager returned to work only after three weeks, and that's when I finally got the chance to go to Hyderabad and see how Shubha was coping with her new challenge. She would call me every day, even crying on the phone many times. I tried my best to help her, boosting her confidence all the time.

 

By the time I visited her for the first time, she was doing alright. She had rented a small 1BHK flat a few kilometers from her office. She had arranged for a gas connection and purchased basic crockery to live comfortably. I was happy to see that she was doing well.

 

I stayed with her for two days. On the second day, her colleague visited us, and Shubha introduced him to me. His name was Sethu. Apart from being her colleague, Sethu had become a very good friend of hers. He was the one who helped her find the flat and set up everything there. She had only good things to talk about him, and I thanked him wholeheartedly for all the help.

 

Gradually, we adjusted to our new life. We would meet twice every month; once I would go to stay with Shubha, and the next time she would travel to me. Those four days were truly the highlight of our month, filled with happiness and contentment. In between those visits, I would count down the days and nights until we could be together again. Despite the two-week gap, our bond grew stronger, and our intimacy deepened. We cherished every moment and never missed an opportunity to express our love during those times. In other words, we made love every night during those precious four days.

 

During my visits to Hyderabad, I met her office friend Sethu many times, and I too became acquainted with him. He was a cool guy with plenty of stories to share. One day he invited me to a party with his friends, and I politely declined because he suggested there would be liquor, and I was a non-drinker. I said I would join him some other time. Shubha was pleased with my response and teased Sethu for trying to get her husband to his booze party.

 

Sethu raised his hand as if to hit her, and Shubha moved away in fear. Although it was a playful gesture from Sethu, I was slightly perplexed by his rude behavior since I was standing there. I was equally surprised by Shubha's choice not to challenge him. From then on, I started to get a strange vibe of Shubha behaving slightly submissively towards Sethu, and Sethu displaying dominance. It was strange because I had no memory of my wife doing the same with me. Even though I thought it might be because of Sethu's muscular body structure compared to the lean petite figure of Shubha, the idea that she felt overwhelmed by his dominant nature left me with a sense of unease.

 

One evening, Shubha called me and mentioned she was going to watch a film with her friends. When I asked about Sethu, she confirmed, "Yeah, he's also coming."

 

By then, I had already met two women from her office, so I assumed they were all going to watch the movie together. However, that weekend when I visited her, while casually checking her purse, I discovered two torn halves of movie tickets. The date and showtime matched that of the outing she mentioned, but I was surprised to find only two tickets. This raised my suspicions as it suggested Shubha had watched the movie solely with Sethu and chose to hide it from me. Although I didn't confront her, my mind was put on alert.

 

In the following weeks, I encountered several similar incidents, all hinting at a deeper connection between Shubha and Sethu. At the same time, I also observed that Shubha tended to follow whatever suggestions came from Sethu, whether it was about the grocery shop or the type of vegetable to include in her diet. One day, she called me and mentioned she was buying a small sofa for her hall. I wasn't particularly pleased about the idea of spending money on a sofa, but more than that, I was concerned that the whole idea might have originated from Sethu. His occasional authoritarian demeanor was also becoming more noticeable to me. Despite my growing discomfort, I chose to remain silent as Sethu was the only person available to help Shubha.

 

These types of incidents kept repeating, and eventually, I decided to confront Shubha. She acted shocked and was in tears. I was left feeling sorry for myself and apologized immediately. I thought it ended there, but Shubha revealed my doubts to Sethu when he visited later. Sethu simply chose to ridicule me.

“Wow, Manav, you're really something. Getting jealous over a few harmless suggestions? It seems you have no idea what friendship means. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from me about being a supportive friend.”

He said.

I was insulted and felt angry at my wife.

It was a tough situation, and for the first time, we didn't make love even once during that weekend.

 

However, my confrontation and subsequent apology did not quell my suspicions. The next time she visited me, I noticed there were no chats between her and Sethu on her mobile phone. I had seen them chatting many times before. Then I remembered she always cleared their chat history before our weekend visits. With this in mind, I was determined to find answers.

 

After a week, I made a surprise visit to her on a weekday. Confirming my doubts initially, I found Sethu with her. However, it was evening, and they weren't doing anything particularly offensive. There was a bottle of Vodka on the table, sealed. Sethu explained that he brought it to show Shubha, as it was his favorite brand. He mentioned he had no intention of opening it until then, but then changed his mind to invite me to try it.

 

Despite swearing that I had never consumed liquor in my life, and trying my best to decline, Sethu persisted, and I ended up sitting with him. At his first gesture itself, like a loyal wife, Shubha placed two glasses on the table. I was surprised to see her making no objection to my drinking. It was another indication of her accepting Sethu's authoritative behavior.

 

Reluctantly, I had my first experience of drinking that evening. The taste and smell of the vodka were far from what I had imagined. It wasn't difficult to drink. Observing how Sethu mixed soda, water, and a drop of lemon juice into it, I got a sense of his expertise in drinking.

 

My head felt dizzy even before I finished my second round. Despite my protests, he coerced me into having a third. Enjoying the lightness in my head, I ended up having a fourth round. After that, I had no memory of the night, and when I woke up, it was already the next morning, and I found myself lying on the sofa. Shubha had left for the office, with a note stuck on the kitchen door.

 

"Call me when you wake up." More than the words, my eyes were drawn to the small heart symbol she had drawn next to them. I smiled at it, realizing my foolishness in drinking so much and ending up unconscious.

My plan for the surprise visit was initially intended for just one day. However, having had no opportunity to spend time with my wife, I decided to extend my stay for another day. I spent most of the day in her flat, passing the time with nothing particular to do. I took a walk along the street too, stopping to watch the construction work going on in a new building next to Shubha’s.

 

While in the kitchen, I stumbled upon Sethu's vodka bottle. I was surprised to see the amount of vodka left in it. I had consumed four pegs, and as far as I could recall, Sethu had also consumed four. Yet, more than half of the vodka remained in the bottle. Curious, I did a bit of research online about the amount of liquor in that bottle and how many pegs it would make—roughly twelve—and realized that Sethu couldn't have consumed more than two pegs. Since vodka is colorless, our glasses looked the same.

 

This revelation heightened my suspicion to a whole new level. It suggested that Sethu might have intentionally gotten me drunk while keeping himself perfectly in control. The realization that I had left myself unconscious for the entire night stirred panic within me. The mere thought of Sethu potentially taking my place in Shubha's bed was enough to make me forget to eat lunch, despite being fully aware that I was likely overthinking the situation.

That evening, Sethu visited again to take back the leftover vodka. I wondered why he did not take it in the night itself, but did not ask him. I felt he was just making an excuse to visit Shubha again. He was surprised to see me and invited me to finish the bottle. I immediately agreed, but made a promise that it would be the first and last time I'd drink liquor.

 

Shubha wasn't very pleased this time. She objected, but only until Sethu gave her a disapproving look. She immediately placed two glasses on the table. This time, I was careful. Pretending to be busy on my phone, I secretly observed how Sethu poured the vodka into the glasses. He first poured vodka into my glass and diluted it with water. Then he poured vodka into his glass, but I noticed he poured only half of what he had given me.

 

Even though I wanted to exchange the glasses secretly, I could not as he quickly handed me my glass. As we started to drink, he said, "in one go." Not wanting to raise suspicion, I followed suit, believing that one glass wouldn't leave unconscious like the previous night.

 

Throughout the evening, I kept planning on how to avoid consuming all the liquor in my glass. I got my chance when Sethu received a phone call he couldn't ignore and went out to answer it. Shubha was busy in the kitchen, so I quickly emptied my glass into the washbasin and filled it with tap water. I wasn't concerned about drinking tap water.

 

However, I couldn't find another opportunity to deceive Sethu after that, and I ended up drinking up to three pegs. Pretending to fall asleep on the sofa, I closed my eyes and fought against actually falling asleep. Unfortunately, despite my efforts, the first drink I had in one go overwhelmed me. I didn't know when I fell asleep.

 

It must have taken a while before I regained my consciousness and woke up from sleep. 

 

As my senses returned, I found myself alone in the silent hall, lying on the sofa. Then, I noticed the closed bedroom door. Confusion washed over me as I tried to remember what had happened. But that's when I heard it—the sound of someone crying behind that closed door. And to my astonishment, it was the unmistakable voice of my wife!

 

Even before I could think of what it would be, I knew everything about it. What it would be and why she was crying like that. It was not a cry but a noise of pleasure.

Also, there was a non-stop, thumping sound of movements coming from that room, and my heart sank as realisation hit me like lightning as I learnt in a moment that it was the sound of Sethu fucking my wife in that bed. The sound of his body violently hitting that of her, amplified by the squeaking sound of the weak wooden cot in the room, and the crying of Shubha which sounded like a long wail cut into pieces and again joined like a chain by momentary breaks of breathing - altogether told me a story I wasn't prepared to know about.

My blood boiled and I squeezed down the cushioned arm of my sofa to get up like a storm. Anger boiled inside me as I struggled to comprehend the betrayal unfolding just behind that door. I wanted to burst in there to confront them and demand answers. I was going to pull them apart and shout at them loud enough to awaken the whole building.

But as I approached the door, I found myself frozen, my hand trembling inches away from the handle.

I just couldn't do it.

 

My heart had already taken the hit. It knew more than I could comprehend in the limited time. The voice coming from the room wasn't that of pain. They were the sounds of pleasure from my wife, of intimacy shared with someone who wasn't me. Amidst all that rhythmic thumping, there lay the undeniable evidence that my wife was enjoying what she was going through at the moment. Her breaths were filled with pleasure, and they told me that she didn't want to be disturbed; that she didn't want to be stopped from getting all that pleasure. To me it even felt like a plea, a plea not to interrupt, not to deny the unyielding pursuit of pleasure.

As I moved closer and held my ears close to the door, I heard Shubha’s voice clearly.

"Slow, Sethu... Please... Aaah..."

I gathered myself to hear what she was talking.

She was begging.

"Oh, come on, baby... It's so good, isn't it?"

Sethu's voice came like a burst of fervor and struggle, as his breathing didn't sound like he was not in the mood to follow her request.

"It's getting loud... he'll wake up... Please... Slow...aaah....aaah.."

She was talking about me.

Well, she was bothered about it. Bitch! And her voice still sounded like a moan. How she didn't have an iota of doubt about her own voice being the loudest from that room!

"Oh, he wouldn't. He didn't wake up yesterday, and he wouldn't wake up today also."

Sethu's assurance coated with a chuckle of arrogance was just a stab at the centre of my already aching heart.

Yesterday!

Yesterday too?

Obviously, they had done it before.

I remembered how I had fallen asleep on the previous night and woke up in the morning lying in the sofa. The memory of that night, when I had unknowingly slept on the same sofa while they indulged in illicit pleasure of betrayal and sex, flooded my mind. It only intensified the pain of being betrayed, and I felt despair crashing over me. I had found myself drowning in a sea of betrayal.

I didn't want to break open the door. I didn't want to stop them. 

That woman, lost in pleasure in that room, wasn't my wife any more.

 

I took a step back. My vision blurred as tears started filling it. I feared my thumping heartbeats would soon start echoing into that room and they would sense that they have been caught. Suddenly the sound of movements stopped in the room. I was alert, and I wiped my tears quickly. I stood there, preparing myself to confront them as they open the door.

Will they quickly dress up and try to cover up; trying to convince me there was nothing? 

"Move that side, and keep your head down, dear..."

Sethu's instructions halted my thoughts. The next moment I heard a soft moan from my wife.

"Aaaah..."

"Such a round ass... So beautiful and nice... Yes..."

I heard a slap. I could tell it was the sound of him slapping the flesh of her ass. Subjecting the softness of her ass cheeks the pleasure of his manliness.

And then the bed squeaking resumed. So did Shubha's cries, though softer, as he started fucking her again.

They had changed the positions. That's it. 

 

It was a long session of violent sex, completing the highest possible level of betrayal. For them, I was just a dead meat lying in the hall.

Slowly, I withdrew myself to the sofa, almost collapsing onto it. The shock I felt was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a lightning jolt that sent my world tumbling in a matter of seconds. I was paralyzed, unsure of what to do next.

Every inch of my body screamed for action. I wanted to burst through that door, to unleash my fury upon them, to make them feel the pain they had inflicted upon me. The thought of violence crossed my mind—grabbing a kitchen knife and brutally ending it all in one swift motion. But deep down, I knew I couldn't.

My body had lost its strength, frozen in place as if weighed down by the burden of having lost in my life. All I could do was sit there, motionless, as the sounds of their forbidden intimacy kept escaping that door, taunting me with the pleasure they were having.

The imagination of them together, entwined in passion, stayed in my mind like a burning charcoal. My Shubha, her petite figure intertwined with another man's, an imaginary sight that filled me with a mix of disbelief and disgust.

But it was real. It was happening right under my nose, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked, my heart ached and I wept in silence. I knew I couldn't face them—not yet. I didn't have the strength to contain my anger and sorrow, to confront the truth of their betrayal. So I stayed where I was, lost and heartbroken, praying for the courage to pick up the pieces of my shattered world.

As I sat there, consumed by a sea of emotions, I realized the depth of my own helplessness. The weight of this betrayal had crushed my spirit.

 

In a desperate attempt to ease the pain, I reached for the bottle once more, pouring another glass of liquor. It offered me a brief reprieve, and I tried to convince me that I'm still alive. 

But as the minutes passed, I felt myself slipping away, whether into the embrace of sleep or the numbing oblivion of alcohol, I couldn't be sure. My eyelids grew heavy, my thoughts drifting into uncertainty.

And so, with a heavy heart and a weary soul, I surrendered to the darkness, unsure if it was me falling asleep or dropping unconscious. 

 

The next morning, as the light of day crept into the room, I found myself in the same familiar setting—my weary body lying on the sofa, alone.

Yet, there was a subtle shift in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the realisation that had destroyed my world. 

Shubha had left a small note on the door. Breakfast awaited me in the kitchen, along with a pot of hot water on the stove.

From the outside, everything appeared unchanged. But within the four walls of our home, everything had shifted. My perception of life, of love, of trust—shattered and reshaped by the events of the previous night.

As I read Shubha's note, the burden of sadness took over me, mingled with uncertainty of my life. Deep down, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

[krish_999]

Chapter - Two

I grabbed my bag and hurriedly left for the railway station, but as I stood on the platform, I couldn't bring myself to board the train. Confusion and uncertainty clouded my mind as I grappled with the decision ahead.

Confronting Shubha seemed like the logical choice, but what would come after that? Whatever happened had happened. Would I demand a separation, declaring her betrayal as the end of our marriage? Would I banish her from my life, declaring there is no place for her anymore? Or would I simply tell her to go and live with Sethu, acknowledging that she may be happier without me?

But then a disturbing thought crossed my mind—what if she was indeed happier with Sethu? What if she was in love with him and had already imagined a future together? The realization hit me hard, amplifying my sense of inadequacy in comparison to him. The pleasure moans of my wife was still fresh in my head, and I was sure it would never let me think of me having any kind of edge over him. Why wouldn't she choose him over me? The more I asked myself, the more I felt my heart shattering.

 

Despite my train's arrival, I found myself unable to board. The thought of leaving without resolving anything filled me with dread, knowing I would never be able to do anything, or think of anything else.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Shubha calling. Struggling to make my voice audible through the phone, I told her I was leaving for work and couldn't delay my return to Solapur.

"I'll miss you," she said, surprising me with her words.

But her next words cut deep. "Next time, don't spend all your time with Sethu. I don't like you drinking. You've been here for two days, yet it feels like you haven't spent a moment with me."

Her words pierced deep, a painful reminder of the widening gap between us. Even though in a light tone, her audacity to blame me added the weight of my already disturbing thoughts.

Was she oblivious to her own neglect, to her refusal to make time for me over the past two days, even as she welcomed another man into our marital bed?

 

After the call ended, I sat like a statue on the cemented bench at the platform. My manager called me to confirm whether I would be available at work next day or not. I requested a few more days' leave. He bitterly approved it with a warning that it would be the last.

I had nothing in my mind, yet. I didn't know whether I should leave or stay. I had skipped my breakfast. I skipped lunch too. I had no hunger. I was consumed by the need to uncover the truth about my Shubha's relationship with Sethu. It was clear from their words that they had spent the previous night together, raising the unsettling possibility that it was a regular incident.

The thought of my dear wife spreading her legs for another man every night filled me with disgust. I remembered the signs of their growing closeness over the past few months, her submissive behavior towards him, and suddenly it all made sense. Sethu had become an integral part of her life—the man she respected, feared, and perhaps even loved more than me.

As evening approached, I made the decision to return to Shubha's place and keep a watchful eye on her. I chose to believe that Sethu was not staying with her every day like a live-in partner because I hadn't seen any of his belongings in her house, which would have been difficult to conceal considering the limited size of her apartment. If he were to live with her, they would likely have already found a larger apartment. So I reasoned that he likely visited at night to have sex with her before returning to his own home.

I had dinner at a hotel outside the railway station and then hired an auto to head towards Shubha's place. Careful not to be seen by either Shubha or Sethu, I approached the building cautiously, choosing to move along the darkness of the street. I decided to observe Shubha's apartment from an under-construction building just behind hers. I was relieved to see that all the workers had left already. The concrete staircase, still supported by wooden poles, indicated that the construction was not yet complete. Sneaking inside, I walked the steps carefully to the top where I found a window just outside Shubha's room. Standing in the darkness, I stared at my wife's room. Her window had curtains which blocked my view. But I could see that she hadn't returned after work. She was late.

Perhaps she was spending her evening outside with her boyfriend.

Every thought in my mind was now directed towards seeing them as a couple. And I was waiting for those thoughts to be verified with my eyes. I waited for the evening to turn darker, and then sneaked outside my building through that open window. I carefully forced open Shubha's bedroom window with a piece of an iron rod, eventually breaking the bolt. I left a gap between the curtains, just enough to see the inside of the room through the glass, from the darkness of the other building.

With bated breath, I waited for her return, desperate to uncover the truth about her hidden life.

 

I didn't have to wait long. Shubha returned home before 9 o'clock, and she wasn't alone. I found it the moment she turned the light on. Through the gap in the curtain, I watched as a man's arms encircled her waist, pulling her close. She was wearing a white kurta, which I saw being swiftly removed, leaving her upper body bare except for a black bra. They moved towards the bed, and from the shadows cast on the curtain, I could see Sethu hastily removing his office shirt before joining her.

My heart sank once again. This was exactly what I had feared, yet seeing it unfold before my eyes was a gut-wrenching experience. I tried to look away, to shield myself from the pain of witnessing my wife succumbing to forbidden pleasures. Leaning against the brick wall of the building, I cried in silence.

It was a moment of sheer horror.

 

After a few minutes, I managed to regain an illusion of composure and dared to peek through the window again. However, the movement of the window curtain, caused by the fan they had turned on, completely blocked my view. I frantically searched for another vantage point, but all I found was darkness—a cruel reflection of the helplessness engulfing my life.

With a heavy heart, I sneaked out once more and approached Shubha's bedroom window. It was a risky move, but nothing seemed more threatening than the turmoil raging inside me. Placing one foot on the ledge beneath the window, I cautiously leaned towards the opposite window. Slowly, I opened the window door a few inches and lifted the curtain.

The sounds of Shubha's pleasure reached my ears before the visual spectacle unfolded before my eyes. She lay on the bed completely naked, while Sethu's head was buried between her legs. The sight left me breathless, a cruel reminder of the betrayal that had torn my world apart.

If that wasn't enough, Sethu's right hand was on Shubha's breast, squeezing them one by one. Shubha writhed in pleasure, completely nude, while Sethu remained in his underwear. Her fingers roamed through his hair, alternating between pulling him closer and pushing him away. With her head rolling from side to side, she breathed heavily through her mouth.

"Ah... Ahh... Ah... Sethu... Oh God... Ahh..."

Her moans filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy that cut through the darkness, echoing the depths of her desire.

I had seen enough. I had witnessed a side of my wife I never knew existed. Never had I seen her in our bed like this, never had I pleasured her with my tongue in such a way. These were things I had only seen in porn videos, never imagining my wife would be open to them, especially with another man.

For a moment, I felt that perhaps it was my incompetence that pushed my wife towards this, and a mere flash of that thought had a devastating effect on me. My legs grew weak, and I feared I might collapse to the ground.

Gathering what little strength I had left, I attempted to step back, but then I saw Sethu rising to his knees. I was compelled to keep watching.

With a swift motion, Sethu pulled down his underwear. He was facing Shubha, away from me. So I could only watch his back. While I noticed how well built his body was, I was disturbed by a shameless desire to see his front, especially his dick. I could not, but I could watch Shubha's face. Her eyes were fixed at his manhood, and it seemed she was unable to take her eyes away from it.

"You want this, my dear?" Sethu's voice cut through the air, his question dripping with anticipation.

Shubha's response was shameless—a nod of agreement, her desire unmistakable, with no hesitation to hide her eagerness to receive what he was offering.

"Say it," he demanded, the movement of his right hand suggesting that he was caressing his dick. The beast was proudly displaying his manhood to my wife and teasing her with its size and build. And my wife, she was fully absorbed by the sight.

She giggled, "as if you don't want to give it to me."

"But you want it more, don't you?"

"No. You want me more. I know."

"Your arrogance!" I heard laughter from Sethu - something that boiled me with jealousy as I felt the ease with which he taunted my wife as he wished. He had all the liberty in the world to please this beautiful woman in whatever way he could, despite the fact that she belonged to someone else.

Sethu went on, "I will show you."

I braced myself for what I thought would come next—him spreading her legs and positioning himself between them. But what followed was beyond anything I could have imagined, even in my worst nightmares.

Sethu moved forward on his knees, each on either side of Shubha's slim body. Placing his knees at either side of her flat belly, he leaned forward, positioning his palms beside her head. Then, with mounting horror, I watched as he lowered his waist toward her face.

Shubha brought her hands to her mouth, blocking my view, but I could see that she was grabbing his dick. And then, Sethu lowered his waist further, prompting Shubha to push it into her mouth.

 

As if the level of disgust this sight invoked in me wasn't already enough, I watched in horror as Shubha lifted her head repeatedly, giving me the impression that she was willingly sucking his dick.

"Oh yes, just like that, yes, my girl... Aaah, yes..." Sethu's voice filled the room with ecstasy, his breathing ragged with pleasure.

Shubha soon moved her hands from his manhood, only to place them behind his naked buttocks, guiding his movements as he thrust his waist up and down. The word 'horrible' lost its meaning as I bore witness to my wife being subjected to such degradation, by getting her mouth fucked by this man's dick.

After a while, Sethu rose up and adjusted his position, moving his knees forward until they reached Shubha's neck, then bringing his waist down. As his legs parted further in the effort, I caught a glimpse of his balls hanging towards Shubha's chin. I feared he was going to sit on her breasts.

"Suck it, my girl..." Sethu demanded, his words slicing through the air like a knife.

"Oh, fuck!" I muttered to myself in disbelief.

I watched as Shubha's chin moved, and Sethu's balls disappeared from my view. My wife had engulfed them with her mouth, gifting her boyfriend a pleasure I never knew existed. After a while I again saw his balls hanging free, and his waist still moving slightly up and down, indicating that he was fucking Shubha's mouth again.

 

This torment didn't last long. Sethu quickly withdrew himself and returned to kneel between Shubha's legs. I knew what was coming next. But before it happened, Sethu brought his face down and kissed Shubha. My dear wife seemed to be eagerly awaiting that moment. She opened her mouth and welcomed him, their lips intertwining in a passionate embrace. As the kissing continued, Sethu spread her legs and positioned himself conveniently. Then, I watched as Shubha brought her hand between them, grasping his member and guiding it inside her. Even as they kissed, Shubha let out a soft cry, audible to me as Sethu pushed himself deeper.

"Huhh...!"

What followed was a session of frenzy fucking. Sethu thrust his body up and down with reckless abandon, causing Shubha to cry out even louder. It was the same kind of cries I had heard the previous night. Pleasure and ecstasy filling her voice.

As Sethu spread his legs to increase the pace and vigor, from my lower angle of view, I accidentally caught a sight that would haunt me until my dying day. It was his thick rod plunging in and out of my wife's pussy. It was thick, reminiscent of the ones I had seen in porn videos, making me understand why my wife had looked at it with such awe.

"You loving it, darling?" Sethu asked, eager for the pleasing words from her.

"Mmm... yes,"  came the reply he wanted to hear.

He brought his face down to kiss her again, and met with an ecstatic response from my wife.

I wasn't sure if I could still call her my wife. She had become someone else's possession entirely.

After a while, Sethu paused for a moment to rise on his knee and then lifted her legs to his shoulders, and then started ramming down again. My wife, suddenly finding his manhood piercing deeper inside her pussy, cried even louder.

"Aaah...aaahh... Sethu...slow...aaah"

Sethu paid little heed to her cries and he went on thrusting with increased fervor. Shubha's cries grew louder, drowning my ears and heart in pain. They were nearing climax, and the first sign came from Shubha as she cried out in orgasmic pleasure.

"Aaaah... Sethu... Aaaah..." Her cries pierced the air, her eyes fixed on him. It was the final blow to my sense of worth, as I realized there was no way I could ever measure up to satisfy her like that. It was the moment I realized I was living a lie.

Meanwhile, Sethu, fueled by her satisfied screams, intensified his movements and yelled as he began to climax.

"Yes... I'm cumming, Shubha..."

 

But then, Shubha's sudden demand surprised me.

"Pull out, Sethu... Please... Don't..." She didn't want him to ejaculate inside her.

 

While I was still struggling to come to terms with my wife's betrayal, her asking Sethu to pull out before ejaculating inside her left me puzzled. Was she worried about getting pregnant because of their affair? Or was it a sign that she still had some feelings for me, her husband, despite what she was doing with Sethu?

The thought, even though I wasn't ready to acknowledge it at the moment it was striking my mind, was a small ray of light in the darkness in my life. Later, I would eventually think of it as a stupid feeling.

 

Sethu immediately pulled out and ejaculated on her belly. I could see Shubha enjoying the sensation and the sight of his cum spray on her naked body. Sethu continued jerking his dick till he spurt the last drop of his cum on her belly. The shiny droplets disgusted me further.

 

"Don't worry, Shubha... I know, I won't do it." Sethu reassured her as he returned to normalcy.

"Yeah, I know too. But I get scared every time," Shubha admitted.

"You could use pills. It's not tough," Sethu suggested.

"No way. I already had a miscarriage, I told you. Pills have side-effects. I don't want to take the risk," Shubha explained.

"Then don't use pills. I won't mind helping you out with a healthy baby," Sethu joked, lying next to her as they both tried to cool down after their physical exertions. Even though I was startled by his cruel joke, I couldn't help but tried to catch another glimpse of the monster dick that he had just pulled out of my wife's pussy. It was shining and I saw a white mark around its base, made of Shubha's vaginal fluids. The strength of his dick was decreasing, but that white ring made me think of how much of his length was inside her, and it devastated me further.

"Shut up, Sethu. Don't say that even as a joke," Shubha was busy scolding him, though she couldn't hide her smile.

"Oh, yeah. You'll only accept a baby from Manav. Lucky guy," Sethu laughed, his sarcasm palpable.

"Lucky guy? You stole his two nights," Shubha retorted, "actually three nights in a row. He never had me like this."

"Believe me, those two nights were better than today," Sethu remarked, earning a sharp look from Shubha.

"Shut up, Sethu," she said sternly, "you had me nearly killed, I know I was so loud."

Sethu continued, undeterred. "But you had a lot of fun. Me too. I mean, it was great. I thought I would do it just once, but then... You know... It was great to be with a wife while her husband was asleep in the next room. Such a memorable experience. You are my chocolate... I would never get tired of you," he said, playfully squeezing her cheek as she tried to push him away.

Pieces of truth, painful revelations, were raining and killing my psyche of being a husband.

"Shut up. And please go home now, and don't come back for a week." Shubha insisted, though her tone was softened by a hint of amusement.

Shubha's words echoed in my mind, offering a false glimmer of relief. The realization that they weren't sleeping together every night gave me a minute sense of hope. Perhaps Shubha still held onto the possibility of a future with me, of building a family and having kids together. Then what was she doing with Sethu? Was it just casual sex?

But what difference did it make? She was my wife; she was supposed to be mine and mine alone. Didn't she understand the sanctity of our marriage? How could she betray me like this? Wasn't she satisfied with me? And even if she wasn't, how did she know she would find satisfaction with Sethu? How did she allow herself to start this affair in the first place? How did it all begin? These questions stared at me, consuming my thoughts with a mix of anguish and disbelief.

Having quenched their thirst, both of them left the bed and grabbed their clothes. Shubha headed to the bathroom, while Sethu drank some water and then got dressed.

Feeling numb and devoid of purpose, I slowly and carefully made my way back to my building. The weight of despair hung heavy on my shoulders, suffocating any desire to continue living. As I stood by the window, I thought about jumping off it to my death. But even the height seemed insufficient to bring about my death.

Covering my face with my hands, drenched in sweat and overwhelmed by despair, I wandered aimlessly inside the building for a while before eventually making my way back to the street. I walked like a lost man. An auto stopped by me and the driver asked me where I wanted to go.

I first sat inside it and then said, "railway station."

 

Boarding the first train I could find, I headed back to my home, consumed by a sense of emptiness and desolation.

 

Returning home marked the beginning of a fall into darkness for me. My life had lost its purpose, and the simple acts of sleeping and eating became difficult tasks. Each night, as I lay in bed, haunted by the scenes of my wife's betrayal. The vivid imagery of her lying in bed with Sethu, their bodies writhing in ecstasy, replayed in my mind relentlessly. I couldn't escape the explicit details: her moving her head to suck his dick, her mouth enveloping his lips. Her fingers entangled in his hair as he pleasured her. The sickening sound of their moans. The unmistakable satisfaction in her eyes – it all felt like a knife piercing my heart. Did I deserve this agony? Why did it happen? The raw, explicit scenes of her infidelity etched into my memory, tormenting me with every flicker of thought. Should I still love her? Should I hate her? Should I seek revenge or abandon her? Or perhaps, should I end my own suffering by ending my life? These questions consumed me, pushing me to the edge of despair.

 

On the third day, I made a decision – I would end it all. I visited a fertilizer shop and purchased a strong dose of insecticide, convinced it would bring an end to my painful life. But despite my determination, I couldn't find the courage or the right moment to consume it. I opened the bottle many times, but the strong smell of it left me wanting a little more time before I could pour it into my mouth.

Whether it was the aftermath of what I witnessed in Hyderabad or the sleepless nights in Solapur, I found myself down with heavy fever. My body shook uncontrollably, leaving me unable to even stand.

 

My parents rushed me to the hospital, where I remained admitted for many days. Lost in a cloud of despair, I couldn't distinguish between day and night.

Then, one day, as I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a beautiful face – Shubha's face, her eyes filled with warmth and concern.

"Good morning," she said with a bright smile.

Her beauty struck me, and I couldn't hold back the tears. "Oh God, why did you let her do this? Why couldn't you stop her?" I cried silently in my mind.

 

"You're alright, Manav. Don't worry, I'm here," she reassured me, her voice like a balm to my wounded soul.

"I wish," I whispered internally.

"You are here," I replied aloud, grasping her hand.

"You missed me too much," she said tenderly.

"Yeah, I missed you a lot," I admitted, the turmoil in my heart conflicting with the soothing comfort of her presence.

"Don't worry. I'm here with you. I missed you too," she said, her words offering a glimmer of solace.

 

For a short moment, I believed that everything that had happened over the past two weeks was nothing more than a nightmare – just a terrible, haunting dream.

 

Except that it wasn't.

[krish_999]

Chapter – Three

 

 

Shubha had returned to Solapur to take care of me. Her decision garnered praise from my parents and relatives who visited me in the hospital.

After two days in the hospital, I was discharged and remained under medication at home, with Shubha by my side, attending to my every need. She knew exactly how to care for me, and her presence brought a sense of comfort amidst the turmoil.

On the fourth day of my recovery, Shubha helped me to the bathroom and gave me a refreshing shower. As the warm water showered over us, I couldn't help but wish for the return of the Shubha I once knew – my faithful, loving wife.

 "What are you looking at?" Shubha asked, noticing my gaze lingering on her.

Her response filled me with a mix of emotions – she loved my gaze, a comforting reminder of her affection. Yes, she loved me, despite everything. But as the days passed and I witnessed her unwavering care, doubts lingered in my mind.

Was her devotion driven by guilt? Or was this the Shubha I had always known – caring and devoted?

On the sixth day after my discharge, Shubha came to bed with me after dinner.

"You have no fever now," she remarked.

"I am feeling better," I replied.

"How about feeling the best?" she asked, her eyes filled with love.

She then lowered her face to mine, and our lips met. It was a moment when a forgotten desire reignited within me. As I pushed my lips into hers, she didn't hesitate to engulf them with her mouth. Before I knew it, our hands were hurrying to undress each other. She knelt next to me and allowed me to suck on her tender melons, and she gasped with pleasure as I licked her tits.

"Mmmm..." She moaned.

As I felt her fingers wrapping around my dick, I could not stop but wish for more. I touched her lips and squeezed them to open, slowly pushing a finger inside her mouth. She smiled at me and sucked on it, awakening my cravings. And Shubha sensed my hidden desire instantly. Her head went down and slowly allowed my dick to enter the warmth of her mouth. I let out a moan as I welcomed the pleasure with a sense of fulfillment. Shubha worked her way from the top to bottom of it, putting good use of her lips, tongue, and fingers. I was amazed by the skill she possessed while doing it. And I felt ashamed a little as I acknowledged her apparent expertise to please a man this way, in my mind. Because it was from someone else that she had mastered it. Even though I was expecting to feel disgusted, the reality was different. The thought that it was my right to be at the receiving end of all this pleasure filled my mind. With each gentle touch, Shubha seemed to erase the wounds of betrayal, replacing them with moments of soft intimacy.

And I enjoyed every moment of her action. I breathed in ecstasy every single time her head went down on me. And when I was ready to get up and take charge of this lovemaking, she stopped me.

"You just lie down and enjoy, my darling," she said with a smile before climbing on me.

She grabbed my member and guided it into her, then started riding me. First slowly, then lying on top of me, moving her waist up and down. And then she proceeded to move faster to get herself pierced nonstop until I came heavily. I felt it was a lot of cum, and I felt very tired as soon as I came. To my surprise, she allowed me to come inside her. I assumed that it was her safe days.

It was a night I found sleep peacefully, after so long.

 

The next day, Shubha returned to Hyderabad.

"If I don't report to work tomorrow, then I'll lose this job," she said, convincing me of her need to leave.

As she left, I cried again.

I felt she was returning to Sethu. He must have been waiting for her since she had come to me. And today, she was going back to him, I thought. I knew he would celebrate this night with her. He would celebrate it by shoving his monster dick into her pussy and ravaging it with pain-inducing pleasure. He would shower her naked, petite body with his sperm. I knew. It was a devastating thought.

I didn't know whether I should hate Shubha or not. I was caught between the memories of betrayal and warmth of her affection. I couldn't help but weep, feeling powerless against the forces that had torn us apart.

There was nothing I could do about it.

 

This realization brought back nightmares to my life, yet I longed for my wife in the nights. The paradox of hating and desiring her tormented me. I even tried to see Shubha as a unique woman capable of loving two men simultaneously. I was sure that she loved me, yet she also loved the comfort of Sethu.

What else does it mean? This thought eventually brought some calmness to me, and I realized that I could not hate her.

There was only one way forward – to stay relevant in her life. I had to make Shubha feel that I am her husband, not Sethu.

In the following days, I spent calculating how I could reclaim the spot of being the sole love of Shubha. However, in the weekends that followed, I wanted to visit Shubha, but I had taken too many days off in the past few weeks, and I could not avail more. Shubha too had the same issue, as she had exhausted her leaves, and she also had to work on Saturdays. For three weeks, we could not meet, and with each passing weekend, I felt hope vanishing from my life.

As each weekend passed, I knew the days of Sethu's visits to her house would be increasing. Every weekend, I supposed, he would spend in her bed. Those images of him fucking her resurfaced in my mind. Days and weeks passed, and I thought she would have forgotten how it would have felt in bed with me. Sethu would have made her forget how it would have felt in bed with her real husband!

The reality was becoming increasingly clearer – my place in her life was fading, and Sethu was slowly taking over.

 

On the fourth weekend, I finally got the chance to visit her. In fact, I was expecting her to be less enthusiastic about meeting me, but it wasn't the case. She welcomed me with utmost energy and happiness of the morning.

We spent the morning together, sharing breakfast and catching up on each other's lives.

After that, we proceeded to the bed for a love-making session. The moment I consumed her lips with a long kiss, I felt my body awakening. But as I lay her on the very bed that I last remembered her lying under Sethu's muscular body, the thought that she must have remembered him while accepting me crossed my mind. I looked into her eyes and saw enthusiasm to have me, but I was unsure of who she was seeing – her husband or her boyfriend who could please her like no one else.

I found myself comparing every move to what I had witnessed Sethu do. From what I had seen, I knew I was no match for the sexual prowess of Sethu. The weight of inferiority complex pressed down on me, dampening my desire. By the time Shubha grabbed my member and guided it into her, I had lost it in my mind. I could feel the strength of my erection weakening, but I still kept moving.

"What happened, Manav?" Shubha asked, sensing my weakness.

I couldn't look her in the eyes. "I... I don't know. I'm tired," I mumbled.

I fell next to her and panted. It was a day of failure.

"Are you okay?" she asked again.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I said, looking at the ceiling.

"Then what happened? You don't want to do it?"

I sensed a pang of disappointment in her voice.

"I want to, but I'm tired, Shubha," I explained.

"Okay. No problem. It's okay," Shubha smiled and patted my shoulder as she got up and then left the bed.

Her understanding demeanor only served to amplify my failure. I had become a failure. I realized that my attempts to reclaim our intimacy had fallen short. I had hoped to reignite the passion we once shared, but instead, I left feeling more distant than ever.

It was not what I wanted to do to reclaim her affection. I felt I should have come after taking enough rest and having recovered.

 

In the night too, it didn't work out as I couldn't initiate making love. As time passed and the moment of my departure arrived, I realized that a lot of ground had shifted in our love life.

Sunday evening, as I boarded the train, a sense of emptiness enveloped me. I knew Shubha would return to an empty bed, her desires unfulfilled. I could already imagine her welcoming Sethu to her bed in a few hours, and satisfying her bodily cravings. But I couldn't bring myself to hate her. Instead, I grappled with my own inferiorities, wondering if I would ever be enough for her again.

At least she would get what she deserved. I thought disgustingly.

 

After two hours on the train, I dialed her number, my mind plagued by visions of her lying in bed with Sethu. My hand trembled as I held the phone to my ear, anticipating the sound of her heavy breathing. But instead, her voice came through, devoid of any hint of passion or urgency.

"Hello?" she answered, her tone rushed but lacking the expected panting.

"I miss you," I confessed, my heart heavy with longing.

"I miss you too," she replied, her words offering a sliver of comfort.

"What are you doing?" I inquired, unable to shake off the images haunting my mind.

"I was making dinner. Today I got a little late," she explained, her voice filled with normalcy.

"Why?" I pressed, hoping for some indication that my fears were unfounded.

"Nothing. Just thinking of us," she replied casually.

"What about us?" I questioned, my doubts still lingering.

"I miss you, Manav. I hope we'll have a more energetic weekend next week," she reassured, her words contradicting my fears.

"Shubha, I'm sorry, I..." I began, but she interrupted me.

"Hey, no," she interjected. "That's not what I meant. We haven't seen each other in weeks. I thought we could go out, watch a film, do some shopping and all. But next time, you will come, right?"

"Yeah, I will," I replied, my mind swirling with confusion.

 

After the phone call ended, I was plunged into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Was she being truthful with me, or was she concealing her true intentions?

The thought of her spending this night alone seemed strange to me, because I knew she could very well invite Sethu to her bed to quench her thirst. I couldn't shake off the memories of her disappointed expression from the previous morning, juxtaposed with the more vivid memories of her indulging in heavenly pleasure with Sethu. Why would she choose to be alone instead of a crazy night with Sethu? All it would take was a simple message to Sethu to inform that her husband has left. And it was possible that he would already have rushed to her, and have carried her to bed, even before I thought of making this phone call.

But what surprised me was that, the pain that usually accompanied such thoughts seemed less this time, as if I had grown accustomed to the agony of betrayal already.

 

The following weekend arrived, and I found myself paralyzed by the fear of another failure. The mere thought of being with Shubha and facing the possibility of disappointing her again filled me with dread. So, I made up an excuse, claiming that I didn't have the time to visit her.

Shubha was disappointed.

"Promise me you will be with me next weekend," she said, her voice tinged with sadness.

As I hung up the phone, I couldn't shake the image of Shubha bracing herself for another weekend alone, likely anticipating the arrival of her boyfriend. The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I knew there was only one way to uncover the truth. I fabricated a story in front of my parents that I would be working late into the night and wouldn't be returning home in the morning as well, and boarded the train to Hyderabad on Friday afternoon.

 

Once again, I followed the same procedure I had put to practice to spy on my wife's apartment two months ago, and I found myself sneaking inside the under-construction building next to Shubha's apartment. The building had undergone progress in terms of construction, but I still found a way to sneak in. I took extra care not to disturb the new tiling on its floor.

As I waited in the shadows of the neighboring building, hoping to catch a glimpse of any illicit encounter between my wife and her boyfriend, my heart raced with anticipation. But to my dismay, the night passed without any sign of Sethu's presence. Instead, I watched as Shubha went about her evening routine – cleaning up her apartment, engrossed in her work on the laptop, and chatting casually on the phone. There was no trace of Sethu, no hint of the betrayal that had consumed my thoughts.

 

And then, just before Shubha retired to bed, I caught a fleeting glimpse of her changing clothes. As she walked into the room with towel wrapped around her body after a quick shower after dinner, I felt my heart becoming warm. I then witnessed her dropping that towel into the bed, revealing a glimpse of her semi-naked torso clad in a simple bra, and I felt a surge of desire stir within me. In that moment, all my doubts and suspicions melted away, replaced by a longing for the intimacy we once shared. I cursed myself for not having the courage to visit her this weekend, for letting my insecurities cloud my judgment.

Putting on a nighty Shubha was settling into bed, her slender figure bathed in the gentle glow of the bedside lamp I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace filling my mind.

Despite the turmoil of the past weeks, there she was – my Shubha, looking innocent and radiant, untouched by the shadows of betrayal that haunted my mind.

 

After a while she switched off the bed lamp and I slowly withdrew myself. Seeing Shubha sleeping alone in the bed, I felt a surge of frustration and guilt wash over me. How could I have denied her the pleasure she deserved, the intimacy she had hoped for this weekend? She had been nothing short of a perfect wife to me – supporting me financially, caring for me during my illness, and offering me solace without hesitation. What more could she do to prove her worthiness? Didn't she deserve to have her physical needs fulfilled? And if I couldn't fulfill them, did I have any right to deny her the chance to seek fulfillment elsewhere?

The realization struck me hard – if I couldn't meet her needs, who was I to stand in the way of her seeking them elsewhere?

It was a painful admission, but one that forced me to confront my own limitations and shortcomings as a husband.

 

As if waiting for a late night train, I sat on a lonely bench at the railway station and wondered what would have happened if I hadn't caught Shubha cheating on me. My life would have been perfect.

There are so many people in this world who believe their life to be perfect, unaware of the truth that their partners have cheated on them. Me too, would have thought the same, if I hadn't learnt about Shubha's affair with Sethu.

In the midst of my internal turmoil, a sense of urgency consumed me. The weight of my inadequacies as a husband pressed down on me like a heavy burden, propelling me to take action. With each passing moment, the realization grew more acute – if I couldn't provide for Shubha's needs, who was I to deny her the chance for fulfillment? The thought gnawed at me, driving me to make a painful decision.

And so, with a heavy heart and a determination born of desperation, I picked up the phone in the next morning and dialed Shubha's number, knowing that my decision would set in motion a chain of events that I might regret forever in my life.

When Shubha answered the phone, I told her that I was heading to Hyderabad to meet her. She sounded happy about it.

I spent the whole day in and around the railway station. And then I headed to her place in the evening and reached there, pretending to have just arrived. On the way, I called Sethu and invited him for dinner, asking him to bring the liquor we had shared before.

"I don't think I'll ever drink again with anyone other than you. It was fun," I told Sethu.

Sethu said he's more than happy to have my company.

And to have my wife too. I said, in my mind.

I asked him not to tell Shubha about me wanting to drink. "She'll never tolerate it," I explained. "So, you have to force me, at least in front of her."

Sethu agreed with that too, with a gentle laughter.

 

As I arrived at Shubha's apartment, she greeted me with a warm smile, wearing a beautiful white and pink kurta. Watching her radiant face and tender lips, my heart sank at the thought of letting all that beauty be consumed by the lust of another man.

This wasn't what I wanted to do, but I felt compelled to take this step. As I looked into her eyes, conflicted emotions swirled within me. Could I bear to see her with another man again? Despite the pain, I knew I had to confront the truth, whatever it might be.

When Sethu arrived, Shubha seemed displeased, but she didn't object to his presence. I invited him to stay for dinner, and Sethu insisted I join him for a drink, despite Shubha's silent protest.

I looked at her as if to seek permission.

"Ignore her, man," Sethu was already pouring a drink for me. "Come on, have a drink with me," he urged.

 

Pretending to be reluctant at first, I accepted, knowing that I had to stick to the plan. As the night progressed, I pretended to drink while laughing along the jokes he cracked, and secretly pouring the liquor into the washbasin twice. Eventually, I acted highly intoxicated and slumped onto the sofa, waiting anxiously for their reaction.

The first reaction came from Sethu, who calmly waited until it was confirmed that I had fallen asleep. He called my name a few times to check, and I pretended to be asleep. Then, I heard Shubha's voice from the kitchen door.

"What happened?" Shubha asked.

"He's passed out," Sethu replied.

"I knew you would do this," Shubha's response was laced with resignation.

I listened intently as Sethu rose from his chair and made his way to the kitchen, his voice now distant.

"Hello, darling," Sethu's voice echoed from the kitchen, filled with anticipation.

But Shubha's response surprised me. "Come on, Sethu, no," she protested, her tone firm and resolute.

"What, no?" Sethu's voice sounded puzzled, hinting at his confusion over Shubha's sudden change of heart.

Shubha's protest surprised me as well. She didn't want to have fun, despite knowing she could easily do it?

"I'm not sure about this, Sethu," Shubha's voice wavered, telling me about her nervousness.

"But darling, I've missed you so much," Sethu's tone was pleading, filled with desire. "You know how much I need you."

Shubha hesitated, torn between her feelings and her reservations. "I don't know if it's the right thing to do..."

Sethu's voice softened, his words dripping with persuasion. "Shubha, please... I need you. I've been dreaming about this moment since the last time we were together."

I couldn't hear anything for a few seconds, except the sounds of movements. I wasn't sure what it was.

"At least wait, let me finish this dish," I heard Shubha's voice.

"Switch off the stove. I have another dish ready for you. It's too delicious to miss," Sethu responded.

"Awww.... Is that it?" Shubha's laughter followed, indicating how quickly he had her excited.

"At least make sure he's asleep. It's the third time you're doing this."

"What have I done? He wanted to drink."

"Nope, you persuaded him."

"He could have denied it if he didn't want to drink."

"He's a gentleman, he wouldn't want to hurt you."

"Yeah, he's a gentleman. I'm the one who wants to hurt you. Come on, allow me to hurt you a little bit. Come... Let's go to bed."

"A little bit? You make me cry."

"I know you do that with pleasure. Come on Shubha, see how hard I'm."

"Oh my God."

"Come on..."

"Okay... Okay... I'm coming."

Shubha relented, her resolve crumbling under Sethu's relentless charm.

I heard them approaching me, and I tried to remain as still as a lifeless body. They stood there in silence, possibly observing me.

"How is it that he's completely out and you're perfectly okay? Did you put something in his drink?" Shubha whispered, her voice tinged with concern.

"No, he doesn't have the capacity. He had four pegs, which is too much for a first-timer," Sethu explained.

"It's not capacity. Maybe his body functions and reacts just fine. Your body must be too damaged to react to the liquor," Shubha said.

"I'm healthy, I know that," Sethu retorted.

"Who knows!" Shubha chuckled.

"Hahaaa!" Sethu laughed, "Just move to the room, I'll show if I'm healthy or not."

I had to struggle hard not to make any movement, as I heard Sethu turning my wife's genuine opinion on me in his favour to hurry her to the bedroom. I resisted the temptation to open my eyes to see them together, getting ready to move into the bed.

The next moment, I heard the door closing. As I opened my eyes to stare at the vacant hall, I lay there, stunned by the weight of what I had witnessed. I was also stunned by the realization that, even though it was a betrayal from my wife, the situation had unfolded with my silent permission. And I was left grappling with the moral ambiguity of my actions.

Was it right? Was it wrong? I was not sure.

[krish_999]

I know I gave a short update. But that's why I've changed the updation time less than a week as I had planned earlier. Each update is posted at least one day earlier than the previous update. Chapter 3 was done after a gap of five days. I hope I'll be able to post the next update after four days.
And I am reading all your comments. So many comments everytime I visit here makes my so happy. Your comments and discussion motivate me to write the story. A big thank you to everyone who read the story and was kind enough to comment on it.
Keep reading and keep posting.
Love. Krish.

[krish_999]

Chapter – Four

 
As I stood outside the closed door, straining to hear every whispered word, my heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and dread. The muffled murmurs of conversation reached my ears, followed by the unmistakable sound of kissing – tender, intimate, and laced with longing. My stomach churned as I realized the depth of their connection, the intimacy they shared that I could never hope to replicate.
"I missed you so much," Sethu confessed, his voice thick with desire and longing.
"It's only been a week," Shubha replied nonchalantly.
"I regret how I allowed you to sleep alone for a week," Sethu countered.
Their banter confirmed my worst fears. They used to be intimate regularly. They considered even a week's gap of not sleeping together as a missed opportunity. I was sure Shubha would have made it a habit to return to Sethu's arms immediately after her return from Solapur. The revelation struck me like a blow, even though I had braced myself for the truth.
With a heavy heart, I continued to listen as Sethu began to undress Shubha, his words praising her beauty.
"Shubha, you're absolutely stunning," Sethu murmured, his voice oozing dominance.
My stomach churned as he asked her to lie down on the bed.
"Lie down for me, my girl... I can't wait to have you more," he commanded, his voice resonating with an undeniable desire, igniting a spark of jealousy within me as I listened helplessly.
"Wanna have this in here, darling?" He went on.
I couldn't precisely figure out what he was referring to, but I suspected it was his dick. I knew how he loved to show off his manhood to her.
"Of course, I want that," Shubha's response was filled with anticipation, sending a pang of jealousy coursing through me again.
 
I felt they were going to try something new, but I realized that I wouldn't be able to witness their lovemaking firsthand. It was something I wanted to watch, despite knowing it would shatter whatever life was left in my soul. But I wanted to see how much cruelty they could inflict upon my fate.
 
Quietly, I slipped away from the house, making my way to the neighboring building. Approaching Shubha's bedroom window with trepidation, I quickly stepped outside, placing my feet on the ledge under the window, and then leaning towards Shubha's window as closer as possible I peered inside. My heart stopped at the sight before me – Shubha lay naked on the bed, across the bed this time, and Sethu buried his head between her legs, eating her pussy. Shubha rolled her head sideways as she rode the waves of pleasure, her right hand squeezing the pillow above her head, while her left hand held Sethu's head in place, ensuring he didn't stop.

"Aahh... Sethu... You're a rascal... Aaww... My god!"

Shubha's moans of pleasure were filling the room. She looked like a woman possessed by a demon of lust.

How is that this creature is my wife? I wondered for a moment.

 

Even though I didn't want to take my eyes off her, I knew I had to return to my place in the hall. With a sense of resignation, I pulled out my phone and set up the camera to record their encounter. It had a setting to record videos with pre-decided duration. Setting the duration to one hour, I positioned it carefully to capture the scene without being detected. With a final glance, I activated flight mode and covered the screen with my kerchief to avoid being spotted by anyone else. This was my reality now – a voyeur to my own wife's betrayal, helpless and alone.

 

Then I returned to the house to resume my solitary vigil and the pretense of being stupidly drunk. As I settled back into my seat, the echoes of passion and lust filled the air, a painful reminder of the betrayal unfolding just beyond my reach.

"Aaah...aaah...aaah...aaahh...aaahh..."

Shubha's soft moans had given way to gentle cries, accompanied by the sound of bodies slamming into each other. Sethu had started fucking my wife. I couldn't discern their position, but I could clearly tell that his dick was going in and out of her pussy. Then, I heard a slap!

"Tell me now...darling... Am I not healthy?"

"Aaah... Yes...!"

"More than your gentleman husband?"

"Yes..."

"Tell me I fuck better than him... Don't I?"

"Yes, you do...aaahh...aaahhh.."

"So good...haaa..haah! So nice... Your hole is so tight... You want this...haah?"

"Yes...aaahh... Sethu... Please... Slow..."

The pace of fucking was escalating.

"I can't be slow now... I just wanna fuck your brains out... You'll love it..."

Sethu had no intention of slowing down.

"Please...aaahhh... Please Sethu... Manav will wake up..."

"He won't wake up..."

"Why don't you come when he isn't here for god's sake?"

"Because it's more fun when your hubby is sleeping in the next room as I do this... This is the thrill... Aren't you thrilled, darling?"

"Please... Sethu..."

And Sethu stopped this time.

"Tell me the truth...I know it. Aren't you thrilled to do this to your Manav?"

"Sethu... Please..."

"Turn around, face me, Shubha," Sethu demanded.

I heard the bed squeaking as they changed positions.

"Aahh... Look at your cunt. Did you just climax?"

"I don't know. What do you know?"

I heard a chuckle from Shubha.

"You are a little bitch, you know that, Shubha? Say it, you are thrilled to cheat on him, especially when he's here."

"Naa...naa. I'm not going to say that..."

Shubha refused.

"Look at my dick, so ready to enter you... You want this, you want this, don't you?"

"Come on Sethu.. Please..."

"Say it...I wanna know..."

"Okay.. Yes..."

"Mmm... Lovely bitch!"

"Aaahh...! Sethu! Slow, please!"

I heard a scream from her as he possibly pushed his way deep inside her, yet again.

"I'm gonna make you cry again...huh!"

So saying, Sethu started pounding hard, and Shubha's cries filled the air again, nonstop.

"Aaah...aahh..aahh..aahh..aaahhh...aahh.aaah...aaaahhh...."

It went on and on until she screamed louder, and I was sure she no longer worried about waking me up.

She had forgotten me.

A few seconds later, I heard Sethu's groan, derived from pleasure and satisfaction. I had memories of him spraying his cum all over her belly, and I knew he would have repeated the act this time too.

I heard them panting together as they brought themselves back to normalcy. The storm of lust had ended. I heard them sharing some light words before Shubha proceeded to the washroom.

A few seconds later, the door began to open.

I simply closed my eyes. It didn't make much difference to me, as my vision had already been filled with darkness long ago.

 

Everything that happened after that was a blur. The door opened, and my cheating partner and her boyfriend emerged. They paused for a moment, seemingly pleased that I was still asleep. Satisfied, they bid each other goodbye. Sethu left soon after.

Before leaving, I heard Sethu asking when I would leave.

"No, not again," Shubha replied cautiously.

She was perhaps wary that he would return next night too, if she told him that I was going to be with her for another night. The man had now made it a habit to screw her whenever her husband is present in the house.

 

Sethu chuckled. 

"Okay, but I won't wait for long. See you at the office on Monday."

"See you," Shubha responded.

 

'I won't wait for long!' I knew exactly what Sethu meant by that. He wasn't going to delay returning to sleep with her again. This cycle was never going to end. I was sure of it.

After some time since Sethu's departure, Shubha tried to wake me up. She attempted to move me to the room, but I was unwilling to wake up from my fake sleep. My mind was preoccupied with retrieving my phone from the window, so I pretended to be unresponsive. Eventually, Shubha gave up and went to sleep on her bed. She did not close the door, but she fell asleep very soon. I wasn't surprised, as I knew the level of screwing she had received at the hands of Sethu was going to make her fall asleep quite easily.

I slowly got up and sneaked out of the apartment to retrieve my phone. Eager to view the visuals, I wasted no time in playing the video recording, standing amidst the darkness of the under-construction building.
The forty-minute video of the room had captured everything. It was almost a repetition of what I had witnessed with my eyes the other day, with my wife showing no hesitation whatsoever in pleasuring her boyfriend in bed or in receiving and acknowledging the intense pleasure he provided.
After allowing him to pleasure her most intimate parts with his tongue, she reciprocated by sitting up and taking his dick in her mouth, intensifying his pleasure. His length wasn't quite visible in the video, but I could see her fingers wrapping around it while her head moved back and forth. I still caught glimpses of his length as she tried to lick under it, and the visual became even more disgusting as I observed how tenderly she was caressing his balls, while looking up and smiling at him. In those moments, the way she was looking up and making eye contact with him made me feel that she was acting like a pet to him. I wanted to look away from the phone screen, but I was too weak to move a muscle on my own.
After that, he made her climb onto the bed to bend forward on her knees, and then entered her from behind. Keeping his hands firm on her lower back, Sethu stood up and started slowly before picking up the pace. As the speed of his thrusting increased, he made Shubha writhe in pain and pleasure, which I could sense from her body movements despite the video having no clear audio. Her head moved up and down as her body took all the beating Sethu was giving her like a beast, leaving her hair dishevelled. Sethu took all the liberty he had to lean forward to reach and squeeze her breasts, and he even slapped her ass multiple times while he fucked her. Shubha was crying, yet enjoying it all immensely. Despite the lingering hatred I harbored for her, for myself, and for my destiny, I couldn't help but feel jealous.

After a while, Sethu climbed onto the bed, making Shubha lie on her back. His muscular body loomed over her slender figure as he lay on top of her. They shared a few moments of intense intimacy, exchanging wet kisses, and I saw Shubha's arms wrap around his neck. Then her left hand moved towards his stomach and disappeared between his waist. I knew what she was doing—willingly accepting him, without wasting a moment. Sethu's body raised slightly before moving forward, and Shubha submitted to his strength.

My body cringed in pain as I witnessed Shubha's reaction to his penetration. As Sethu resumed fucking her harder and deeper, Shubha's arms encircled his torso once again, another visual of her welcome.

I couldn't bear to watch any longer. I recalled hearing her cries from behind the door of their room as he brought her to a powerful orgasm that made her scream. I doubted she would remember any of the moments we had shared together. I was disgusted and a sense of never ending heartbreak weakened my body further. I felt like there was nothing in this world that could bring my wife back to me, to love me the way she once did, or at least the way she made me believe she did.

 

However, as I returned to Shubha's house, I found solace in one thing. I wasn't a clueless husband living a lie. Despite my wife's infidelity, contrary to her belief, I knew the truth. I had also manipulated her and her boyfriend into believing that their treacherous act was still a secret. I was fully aware of what was happening around me, and I even had a video recording of their betrayal. I felt empowered by the details I possessed, knowing I could shatter their false sense of security whenever I wanted.

 

The next day, which was Sunday, Shubha didn't have to work. When I woke up, she greeted me with a fake angry expression.

"If you're coming to Hyderabad to start drinking, I suggest you don't come," she said.

"Yeah, so your boyfriend can move in permanently," I thought to myself.

"Sorry, dear," I apologized. "It's my last time, I promise."

Shubha looked at me unbelievingly.

"Yeah," I nodded, "you can trust me this time."

"Even though I know I can't trust you ever," I added silently.

 

After breakfast, Shubha wanted to take me shopping. I was astonished by her lack of remorse. She acted normal, giving off the vibe of a perfect, loving, and sensible wife. I could only wish it was the only reality in my life. I wished everything else was just a chapter of nightmare.

 

Shubha mistook my gloominess for a lack of enthusiasm to go shopping. She hugged me from behind.

"Don't you want to go shopping? It's okay. Let's stay home. Like this."

As her arms wrapped around me, I felt a sense of relief, suddenly remembering that it had been a long time since we had any kind of intimacy. I turned to face her and looked into her eyes.

Shubha smiled at me.

"Say you love me," she said.

I smiled. "Like I mean it?" I asked.

Shubha pinched my cheek. "Don't you mean it?" she asked.

"Do you love me?" I asked, looking deep into her eyes, as if trying to catch even a hint of a lie as she gathered her reply.

"I love you," she said nonchalantly.

I was startled by her audacity, not to fool me, but to fool herself.

"What do you love about me? What do I possess that makes me worthy of eternal love?" I asked again.

She remained locked onto my eyes as she replied, "I love you not only for your perfections, Manav. I love your imperfections too. My love for you will never be disappointed."

I was stunned by her response. I was certain she never thought I was asking that question out of genuine doubt about her sincerity. But her immediate reply made me believe that she loved me. And she loved me even more because she harbored a secret she knew could destroy my life. My inability to keep her solely for myself was only one reason she felt indebted to me. She owed me her love.

 

Her breath caressed my face, its warmth drawing me closer as our noses touched. Our lips locked, and as she opened her mouth to welcome me, a wave of longing swept over my entire body. Before I knew it, we were rushing to the bed. Shubha responded eagerly, but I was quicker than ever. Our clothes flew off in a matter of seconds. As she opened her arms to welcome me, I didn't hesitate to bring my face between her legs. Shubha was astonished, and I was thrilled for some unknown reason. I went with the flow as Shubha moaned sweetly and caressed my hair.

Her moans drove me crazy. The strange sour taste of her womanhood became sweet in my mouth. I found joy in pleasuring her, using my tongue and lips. As I looked up after this gratifying session of revelations and lust, Shubha grabbed my face and kissed me, sucking on my lips and tongue.

"That was so good, Manav. I can't tell you how it felt," she exclaimed.

"Really?" I asked.

"Let me show you," she said, pushing me back onto the bed. Her head disappeared into my lap, and I gasped as I felt the warmth of her mouth enveloping my manhood.

Her head continued to move up and down, sending me to the craziest places. I reached down to pull her waist toward me, and Shubha kept sucking me while moving simultaneously to bring her waist towards my face. I adjusted my posture to bring my head between her legs again, and started licking her pussy once more, this time in the opposite direction.

I extended my pleasure by caressing all over her lower body, cherishing the softness of her ass cheeks. Shubha, in return, took the moment to extend her care and love around my pole, grabbing and licking my balls too.

A few minutes later, she had me kneeling between her legs, and she guided me as I pushed my rod inside her. She let out a gasp, making me realize how much she loved the feeling of me inside her.

I began to fuck her slowly, remembering from my voyeuristic experience that she loved it that way. And I made sure to naturally bring my face down to kiss her and suck her tongue in between thrusts. She responded eagerly to every move, enhancing the pleasure of each moment. As time passed, I felt my body moving rhythmically, thrusting into her continuously. I didn't feel tired at all.

As I eventually brought her to an intense orgasm, it was more sensational than what I had witnessed her experiencing with Sethu. I was lost in the joy of watching her cry out with pleasure.

"Aaahhh, Manav... aaahhh... aahhh..."

She was literally rolling her head on the bed. I was about to cum too, so I pulled out. But I started jerking off in uncontrolled ecstasy.

"Shoot over me, Manav. Give me a bath, please," Shubha begged, her eyes demanding it even more.

I only had to jerk off for a few seconds before I shot a gigantic load of sperm onto her throbbing belly.

Even I was surprised by the quantity of it. The thick stream of it flew across her body, spreading all over her belly, breasts, and even neck.

Shubha laughed with a sense of joy.

"Oh my gosh. That's a huge load!"

"Yeah, I was holding it for a long time it seems," I said as I brought myself back to normal breathing.

Shubha nodded with a satisfying smile.

"I shall clean it," I added apologetically and looked around to find a rag to wipe it.

Shubha stopped me.

"It's okay. I love it," she said.

I looked at her, surprised.

My wife was expressive. Suddenly I knew.

She brought her fingers to touch those droplets and slowly moved over it, spreading it over her delicate skin. I watched on with utmost satisfaction.

"Next time," she said, "I want it to reach my lips."

She was expressive beyond my belief.

"That means I'll have to hold it back for a month at least," I quipped.

Shubha laughed, "No. No. Don't make me wait that much."

 

That morning sex was one of the best sexual experiences in my life because it was filled with intense passion, mutual pleasure, and a deep emotional connection with my wife. The spontaneity, the exploration of each other's desires, and the genuine expression of love and satisfaction made it unforgettable. 

 As I lay in the comfort of a physical exhaustion, I felt a surge of emotions, a mix of longing, desire, and perhaps a hint of possessiveness. The previous night's events lingered in my mind, fueling a deep need to reconnect with Shubha, to reclaim our intimacy, and to reassure myself of our bond. It was as if the contrast between the betrayal I witnessed on the previous night and the intimacy we shared in the morning heightened the experience, making it one of the most profound sexual encounters of my life.

 

We made love with same intensity in the night again, and repeated the fun on next morning too.

As I spent the day alone at the apartment after Shubha went to her office, a strange sense of disbelief washed over me. It was almost as if I had started to forget that my wife had betrayed me. The intimacy we shared blurred the lines of reality, momentarily making me question the events I had witnessed. However, deep down, I knew the truth. I had seen it with my own eyes, and the knowledge of her betrayal weighed heavily on my mind. With this truth looming over me, I couldn't shake the realization that at any moment after my departure, Sethu could walk into Shubha's apartment and continue their affair without hesitation. This was now my reality, a reality I couldn't escape no matter how hard I tried.

 

I left in the evening. On my way to the railway station in an auto, I spotted Sethu riding a bike with a woman seated behind him. The woman appeared slightly older than him but didn't seem like his sister. Intrigued, I asked the auto driver to follow them. We trailed Sethu for nearly 20 minutes until he arrived at a house. The woman alighted and opened the gate, ushering Sethu and the bike inside. From a distance, I observed them disappearing into the house.

An alarm began ringing in my mind. Was Sethu involved in another affair, again with another married woman? Could she be another victim of his lust? Seeking clarification, I stopped a passing boy.

"Do you know someone named Sethu here?"

"Yeah, Sethu uncle. He lives there." The boy pointed towards the house.

"Who else does live there?"

"Sethu uncle, his wife, and their son."

I was stunned. I literally shook my head in disbelief.

Sethu was married and had a son.

 

As I processed the revelation about Sethu's married life, I realized I had never considered this possibility. The convenient and frequent manner in which he was spending nights with my wife had deceived my intuition. I wondered if Shubha knew about his marital status. If she did, she could have used it to justify their affair during our initial confrontation. But her silence suggested otherwise.

Should I inform her? Would knowing Sethu's married status make her reconsider their relationship? If she stopped seeing him, it would help me have the courage  to confront her.

The truth was that I wanted to confront her. But the fear of losing her forever was stopping me until then.

Suddenly, I felt I had a chance.

I pondered whether to tell Sethu's wife about his affair first. Maybe he needed a wake-up call from his own family, so he could face the consequences of his actions and understand the extent of his betrayal.

 

I instructed the auto driver to return to the railway station. However, on a second thought I decided to stop at a nearby shop. While waiting for my drink, I struck up a conversation to gather information about Sethu and his family. It turned out Sethu indeed worked in the same branch as Shubha and his wife, Shilpa, ran a saree shop nearby. They had a son aged seven, and they had been living in the area for five years in a rented house, with Sethu's parents residing elsewhere.

After that I returned to railway station and boarded my train to Solapur.

 

But I couldn't shake off the thought of confronting Sethu through his wife. While I was determined to reveal the truth to her, I didn't want Shubha to know that I knew everything. So, I devised a plan. I decided to meet Sethu's wife and reveal his affair without disclosing my identity as the husband of the other woman. I would show her the video in my mobile phone to make her believe, and claim to have got it it through some other source.

 

Impatiently, I waited for my chance to make a move amidst the mounting workload at my workplace. Working through the nights for four days straight, I finally earned an opportunity to leave. 

I boarded the train to Hyderabad, with my mind racing with various scenarios. I envisioned pulling Sethu's wife aside and revealing her husband's infidelity. I anticipated the possibility of her refusal to believe it. So I planned to show her the video evidence, just a few seconds of their naked bodies in bed, cherishing the pleasure of their illicit sexual encounter. I imagined reaction of Sethu's wife, the shock, the tears, and her determination to confront her husband. She would probably ask for my name, but I decided I wouldn't reveal it, saying that it is unimportant. With her confronting Sethu, his nightmare would begin.

 

I arrived in Hyderabad by noon and, after lunch, made my way to the saree shop owned by Sethu's wife. It was a boutique specializing in sarees, with a sign outside indicating their online delivery service. As I cautiously entered through the glass door, I saw a woman busy folding and packing a saree. There was no one else around. Taking a deep breath, I approached her.

Sethu's wife appeared slightly older than him, dressed in a loose kurta and palazzos, her face adorned with spectacles and devoid of makeup. I couldn't help but compare her to my own wife. While I wouldn't label Sethu's wife as unattractive, Shubha's beauty undeniably surpassed hers by several notches. Shubha was younger, possessed a lean body, and had a charming face. Plus, she hadn't yet experienced motherhood. Having witnessed Shubha's passion in bed with Sethu, with her arms wrapped around him, I was certain Sethu considered himself extraordinarily fortunate to have her. This comparison only fueled the flames of jealousy within me.

 

Sethu's wife looked up with a smile, assuming I was a customer.

"Yes sir?" she inquired politely.

I hesitated to reciprocate the smile, feeling there was no need for pleasantries in this situation.

"I'm not a customer," I said, trying to recollect her name. "Shilpa... That's your name?"

"Yes, I'm Shilpa," she confirmed, her expression turning more serious as she focused on me.

Gathering my courage, I continued, "I came to see you and tell you about your husband, Sethu. He's... He's having an affair with someone. A married woman... I think you are not aware of this. So I came to warn you about it."

Shilpa's gaze sharpened, and she met my eyes squarely. "Who are you?" she asked, her tone steady and firm.

"I'm... I'm... It is not relevant," I stammered, feeling the weight of the moment.

Her response was immediate. "How do you know my husband? Why should I believe you?" Her voice didn't carry the weakness that I expected. It rather carried the weight of denial.

"I know him. I can recognize him. I have evidence which will help you recognize him yourself," I explained, pulling out my mobile phone and unlocking it. Handing it to her, I added, "Play the video."

Shilpa looked at me in dismay and then at the screen. With baited breath, she moved her finger on the screen to touch the play button. The video played, and it showed her beloved husband climbing naked onto the bed and positioning himself between the legs of a nude woman, guiding his dick into her pussy.

As I watched without even blinking, I saw the shock now taking over Shilpa's face. Her expression suddenly changed from disbelief to horror. Her hand trembled as she struggled to hold onto the phone, and then, unexpectedly, she collapsed. As she began to collapse, I reached out instinctively to try and catch her, but it was too late. Her body slipped from my grasp, and her head struck the edge of the nearby table with a sickening thud. The sound reverberated through the room, sending a shiver down my spine.

Terrified, I knelt beside her, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Shilpa!" my voice was trembling with fear and concern. As I called out her name repeatedly, Shilpa's eyes flickered open, but they lacked focus, and her gaze seemed distant and unfocused. It was evident that she was not fully conscious, and her body appeared limp and unresponsive.

Panic surged within me as I realized the severity of the situation.

"Shilpa, can you hear me?" I implored, gently shaking her shoulders in an attempt to rouse her. But she remained unresponsive, lost in a state of semi-consciousness.

Feeling utterly helpless, I frantically looked around for help. Every passing second felt like an eternity and there was no one to be seen. The gravity of what had just transpired sank in as I realized the consequences of my actions. I even doubted if Shilpa was exhibiting signs of heart attack. I had no clue about her medical history. She was a strange woman. Guilt washed over me as I realized that I had unwittingly caused Shilpa harm in my attempt to reveal the truth about her husband's betrayal.

I thought about dialling 108, the national emergency number, for help, but then quickly went out of the shop and looked for help. Luckily I found an auto and the auto driver rushed to assist, and I carefully lifted Shilpa, placing her in my lap and while allowing her head to rest on my upper arm, and directed the driver to head to the nearest hospital.

The hospital was just half a kilometer away, and Shilpa received prompt medical attention. The doctor suspected she had experienced shock and a minor head injury, recommending an X-ray. I readily signed the consent form. It took nearly two hours before Shilpa regained consciousness, tears streaming down her face. I sat beside her, holding her hand, trying to reassure her.

"Shilpa, please calm down. I know this is tough, but let's not create a scene. Try to relax."

Shilpa glanced at me, her expression unreadable.

 

As the drip was administered, the doctor informed us that the X-ray results were normal, but advised a few more hours of rest before discharge. Shilpa suddenly looked worried.

 "My son. He needs to be picked up from college."

She began to rise from the bed, and the doctor looked at me with concern.

"Don't worry, Shilpa. I'll take care of it. You rest assured," I assured her.

I took down the details of Shilpa's son's college and her phone number before heading to pick him up. At the college, I spoke to the caretaker, who dialled Shilpa's number to confirm before allowing the child to come with me. Upon returning to the hospital, we waited until Shilpa was discharged, and I arranged for another auto.

 

Shilpa insisted on going to the shop, but I urged her to rest for the day. "No, I need to close the shop," she replied weakly.

Reluctantly, I followed her to the shop. I closed the shop while Shilpa and her son waited in the auto. As we headed to her house, I suggested I should leave once we arrived.

However, Shilpa requested me to stay and talk as we arrived there. "I need to talk. I don't even know you," she said.

I hesitated, concerned about her fragile state, but I stayed.

 

Her son threw his bag on the hall as soon as we entered the house and ran out to play with other children. I walked Shilpa to the sofa but hesitated to sit with her. Her expression was grave, indicating she had numerous questions. I was thinking deep about how much to disclose and how much to conceal.

"I thought I was living an enviable life," Shilpa remarked bitterly. "But you have destroyed it in one moment. Actually, Sethu did. How could he do that to me?"

The walls were adorned with their couple photos, capturing moments from different stages of their relationship. Shilpa looked radiant and youthful in the pictures, suggesting they had a love marriage.

Shilpa suddenly broke into tears, her emotions overwhelming her. Between sobs, she managed to utter, "How could he do this to me? After all these years of love and trust..."

I sat beside her, offering a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Shilpa. I never wanted to cause you this pain. But you deserve to know the truth."

She shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I never imagined Sethu could betray me like this. We were supposed to be a happy family..."

Her voice trailed off into another bout of sobbing, and I struggled to find the right words to console her. The weight of her pain hung heavy in the air, mingling with the silent anguish that filled the room.

As I sat beside Shilpa, witnessing her tears, a wave of emotion engulfed me. I couldn't hold back any longer. Tears welled up in my eyes, mirroring her pain. "I'm sorry," I choked out between my breathings. "I didn't mean to tell you. I didn't mean to tell anyone. But I can't control my emotions anymore." Shilpa looked at me, bewildered by my outburst. "The woman in that video... she's my wife," I confessed, my voice trembling with sorrow. "There are two unfortunate people whose lives got destroyed in this... I'm that other person."

Shilpa's gaze pierced through me, her expression one of sorrow and empathy. Her hand found mine, offering a silent apology. Overwhelmed, I lowered my head into my palms, tears streaming down my cheeks. Never did I imagine I'd find myself in this vulnerable state, weeping before a stranger. But after weeks of mental torment, the weight of my secret had become unbearable, and here, in this moment, I found a fleeting release from the relentless grip of despair and destiny.

I continued to speak, pouring out my heart about my own marital struggles. "It's only been three years since we got married. Everything seemed perfect. I loved her, and I truly believed she loved me too. And maybe she still does, I don't know... But seeing all of this, it's like a knife to my heart. I haven't confronted her yet. I'm afraid of what might happen next. I just felt like I needed to tell you the truth about Sethu's marriage."

As Shilpa's hand rested on my shoulder, a sense of comfort enveloped me, momentarily easing the weight of my sorrow. I looked at her thankfully, "It's just... so hard to comprehend."

"I understand," Shilpa replied softly, her eyes reflecting the pain we both shared. "How our entire world has been turned upside down in an instant!"

Nodding in agreement, I found solace in the fact that someone else understood my turmoil. "Exactly," I sighed, feeling a sense of relief in our shared understanding. "You know, I never imagined this could happen to us. We were so happy, so trusting..."

"We were," Shilpa agreed, her voice tinged with sadness. "I never doubted Sethu for a moment. I trusted him completely."

"Same here," I admitted, a pang of pain lacing my words. "I thought my wife and I had something special. But I was wrong." 

"It's not your fault," Shilpa reassured me, her gaze filled with empathy. "Nobody deserves this..."

 

Silence fell between us, the weight of our unspoken pain hanging heavy in the air. But in that shared silence, a bond began to form – a silent understanding born out of our shared suffering.

And as our eyes met, a silent understanding passed between us – a shared acknowledgment of the bond that had formed in the wake of our shared tragedy.

As we sat there, our hands clasped together in silent solidarity, a surge of memories flooded my mind – memories of the moment I discovered the unthinkable truth about my wife's betrayal. "I still remember that night," I began, my voice trembling with the weight of the memories. "The shock, the pain, the helplessness... it was all too much to bear."

"I can't even imagine," Shilpa murmured sympathetically, squeezing my hand in a gesture of support.

"It was like a nightmare," I continued, my words spilling out in a stream of emotion. "I had my suspicions, but I never imagined... I never thought I would catch them in the act."

The images flashed before my eyes again– the sight of Sethu and my wife entwined in passion, the sound of their laughter mingling with my own silent agony. "I stood there, frozen in disbelief," I recounted, the memories still vivid in my mind. "I wanted to scream, to lash out, but I was paralyzed by the sheer magnitude of what I had witnessed."

Shilpa listened intently, her eyes filled with compassion. "I felt so alone," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. "Betrayed by the one person I thought I could trust, abandoned in a world that suddenly seemed so cruel and unforgiving."

"But you're not alone," Shilpa reminded me gently, her voice a soothing balm to my wounded soul. "We're in this together now."

Her words were a lifeline in the darkness, a beacon of hope amidst the wreckage of my shattered dreams. And as we sat there, our hearts heavy with sorrow yet buoyed by the promise of solidarity, I knew that together, we would find the strength to face whatever lay ahead.

As our tears mingled, I found myself drawn to Shilpa in a way I couldn't explain. Our breaths intertwined, our faces mere inches apart. I was unsure of what I was doing, but there was an undeniable pull between us. As I wiped away her tears, my hand lingered on her face, tracing the contours of her nose, her cheek, her lips. And then, without conscious thought, I leaned in, our eyes locked in a silent understanding.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as our lips met in a tender embrace. It wasn't a kiss born out of desire, but rather a shared moment of solace, a silent reassurance that we were not alone in our pain. It was a gesture of solidarity, a silent vow to support each other through the darkness that threatened to consume us.

As we pulled away, our eyes met once more, a silent acknowledgment passing between us. In that brief moment, I felt a connection to Shilpa unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was as if our souls had reached out to each other, seeking comfort in the midst of our shared turmoil.

And as we sat there, our hands intertwined, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together. In each other, we had found a beacon of hope amidst the darkness, a glimmer of light to guide us through the storm. And as we sat there, lost in each other's embrace, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that we were not alone.

As soon as our lips parted, I felt the lingering warmth of her lips on mine, and a sudden realization washed over me. I had just kissed another woman. The shock of the moment hit me like a tidal wave, and I recoiled in horror at what I had done.

"What have I done?" I muttered, my mind racing with guilt and confusion. I quickly withdrew my hand from hers and scrambled to my feet, a sense of panic setting in.

"This... this isn't right," I stammered, my eyes darting around the room in a desperate attempt to regain my composure. "We shouldn't have done this."

Without waiting for her response, I rushed towards the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I paused for a moment, my hand hovering over the doorknob, before turning back to face her.

"Please," I pleaded, my voice trembling with emotion. "Don't tell Sethu that I know about... about any of this. I need time to sort things out before I can confront Shubha."

Shilpa nodded silently. With a heavy heart, I turned away and fled from the house, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions and unanswered questions.

 

As I settled into my seat on the train, the weight of loneliness descended upon me once again. I felt adrift, with no clear direction on what to do next. My mind was consumed by the events of the day, replaying the unexpected encounter with Shilpa over and over.

When I had set out to reveal Sethu's betrayal to his wife, I had envisioned a scenario where she would confront him and hold him accountable for his actions. But instead, I found a woman who was even more shattered than I was. Shilpa's pain cut deep, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had only added to her suffering.

 
As I contemplated Shilpa’s situation further, a deeper understanding formed: both Shubha and Sethu had been plotting to deceive their respective partners, all while successfully maintaining the false promise of a perfect marriage. I could only wonder how they could have blinded both Shilpa and me without giving a hint about the dissatisfaction they had perhaps been feeling in their lives.
 
Anger boiled within me as I grappled with the audacity of their actions. How could two seemingly rational individuals so coldheartedly disregard the sanctity of marriage? The more our lives had appeared perfect until the moment of this discovery, the more apparent it became that they had meticulously kept their secret. They had successfully fooled two families.
 
As time ticked away, I realized that I had been making a mistake by harboring any kind of hope, even subconsciously. The love for Shubha was ever present at the bottom of my heart, despite the horrible realizations. I had no idea why I was holding onto it. But if there was something that the meeting with Shilpa gave me, it was the ability to measure the darkness my loving partner had spread in my life. I could go on record to say that this was the moment everything changed. Alongside that, an undeniable sense of hatred had begun to take root, gradually eclipsing any remnants of affection I once felt. It was a bitter realization, but one I could no longer ignore — I no longer loved her.

[krish_999]

Sorry for the delay, guys. I am planning to finish the story this weekend. Two chapters are left, and I think it would be meaningless to post them separately as they are just continuation. So I will post it in a couple of days, together. And that would be the end of it. Thanks for waiting patiently. Your comments are inspiring.
Keep reading and keep posting.
Love all.

[krish_999]

Chapter – five

 
While sitting restlessly on the train, I couldn’t help but keep thinking of my own weaknesses. Like Shilpa, I had been reduced to tears in the face of betrayal, unable to take a firm stand for myself. Disbelief about what had happened and confusion about the future made me wonder if I would ever find the strength to confront Shubha and face the truth head-on.
The next morning, I couldn't stop thinking about Shilpa and what might have happened when Sethu got back home. Did he sneak back in after being with Shubha? Or did he come back late? And did Shilpa say anything to him about what she knew? These questions kept me guessing, wondering how Shilpa was handling everything.
Finally, I decided to give Shilpa a call. I had taken her number earlier when I went to pick up her son from college.
"Hello."
The moment I heard her voice, I strangely felt a warmth on my lips. It was the first time I remembered the kiss we shared. I felt guilty.
"This is..." I suddenly realized that I hadn't revealed my name to her. "This is Manav. We met yesterday," I said.
"I know," Shilpa said in a soft voice.
"How are you?" I asked.
"I am alright. How are..." Shilpa started to respond, but I interrupted her, curious to know. "Did you ask him about anything?" I asked eagerly.
There was a pause from the other end.
"I...I could not. I did not speak even a single word to him. I was... I was just..." Shilpa's voice trailed off as she began to cry.
"I was just crying all night," she said, her voice choked with emotion.
I felt bad, but it was our destiny.
"I am sorry I am the one who brought you this news..." I said, not knowing how to console her.
"No, you did the right thing. You are the only one who I can at least share my pain with," Shilpa said, her voice steadier now.
 
I fell silent. She was right. We both fell silent, spending a few moments on the phone, just listening to each other breathing. I waited until her cries ended and she breathed normally.
"Okay, bye," I said, and hung up.
 
We phoned each other many times in the following days. Initially, I was distracted by the fact that I had kissed this woman when I went to share a tragic truth, but as more days passed, I forgot about it.
One day, Shilpa phoned me in the late evening and said Sethu hadn't returned home yet. It was alarming. He could be with Shubha!
I knew he was still sleeping with her many times a week. But as Shilpa told me this, the thought that my wife would be busy pleasing Sethu in bed while I was talking to his helpless wife over the phone overwhelmed me. Grief and helplessness consumed us both.
"What can we do? I am in Solapur," I said.
"I don't know. I don't have the courage to do anything. I will collapse like I did the other day, the moment I see it again," Shilpa said, her voice breaking as she cried.
"Shilpa, don't cry. We should not cry anymore. We should do something," I urged.
"What can we do?" she asked, desperation evident in her tone.
"Let's... I need to think for a moment. I'm coming tomorrow. We need to discuss," I decided.
 
The next day, I boarded the train to Hyderabad. I had no plan yet, but I felt determined to find a solution somehow.
I headed straight to Shilpa's shop. A couple of customers were present, and Shilpa was busy attending to them. She greeted me with a warm smile and silently indicated that she needed a moment to assist them. Understanding her gesture, I took a seat on a nearby chair, allowing her to focus on her customers.
 
Shilpa was wearing a saree this time, which seemed to transform her appearance entirely. The elegant dbanging of the fabric accentuated her curves, giving her an air of gracefulness. Along with her slightly visible belly, the bulge of her ample breasts was also noticeable from the side. As she moved around the shop, attending to the customers, I couldn't help but notice her well-rounded ass.
 
Once the customers left, Shilpa approached me, apologizing for keeping me waiting. I said it is okay. She smiled.
"You look better. Thank God, I didn't kill you the other day," I remarked with a smile.
She stood in front of me, and I couldn't help but stare at her, noticing a sense of fondness hiding in the corner of her eyes. As I continued to gaze at her, she eventually looked away with a shy laugh.
 
It didn't take me long to realize that our silent bond had become a hundred times stronger than we had previously experienced.
 
As we were beginning to talk, another customer entered the shop. Shilpa looked at me apologetically again, and turned to attend to the lady customer. Luckily, the woman didn't stay for long. As soon as she left, Shilpa turned to me.
"We are not going to get privacy here," she remarked.
"It's good, right? They are customers," I said.
"Today I don't want customers. Let's close this," Shilpa said decisively, not waiting for my reaction. She locked her drawer and picked up her bag.
"Where?" I wondered.
"Let's go home," she suggested.
 
I wasn't particularly interested in visiting her house again, but I didn't bother interrupting her. I merely followed her. She had a scooty, and I sat behind her. Her deep-cut blouse gave me a nice view of her shoulder and back. I also caught the fragrance of her perfume. Even though she wasn't as young or beautiful as Shubha, she had an attractive personality of her own. She possessed everything that could satisfy a man. Yet, her husband chose to cheat on her.
 
As we rode, disturbing thoughts crowded my mind. Why would he do that? Was it because he happened to meet a young woman like Shubha? Or did my wife trap him with her alluring beauty? Was she lonely and desperate since moving to Hyderabad, longing for a man's comfort?
Lost in thought, I didn't realize when we reached our destination. Shilpa turned and looked over her shoulder, bringing me back to the present.
"Oh," I said as I alighted. "Sorry, I was lost in thoughts. I didn't know we had reached."
Shilpa nodded. "I have lost count of how many times I have overboiled my milk and spilled it in the past two weeks," she said, sharing a glimpse of her daily struggles.
 
The scooty had stopped just outside the gate. I opened it and allowed her to ride in. Then we walked to the main door. She opened it and looked at me.
"Come in, Manav," she invited.
As we settled on the sofa, finally finding a space where we could open up, Shilpa poured her heart out to me, revealing the turmoil she had been facing ever since discovering her husband's infidelity. "I haven't been able to sleep properly for weeks," she confessed, her voice heavy with emotion. "Every time Sethu comes home late, I can't help but imagine him with Shubha. And when he finally does return, I find myself searching for any signs that he's been with another woman."
I listened attentively, my heart aching for Shilpa. "I can imagine how difficult this must be for you, I have endured it myself." I said softly, reaching out to place my palm over hers to offer comfort.
Shilpa nodded, her eyes filled with tears. "I feel so small, so insulted," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm angry, devastated, and utterly helpless. There are moments when I just want to lash out, to hurt him the way he's hurt me. But then I remember that he's the father of my son."
 
My heart sank as I watched Shilpa struggle with her emotions. I could see another version of myself in her. And I also felt relieved that I was there to help her share her feelings. Because when I had gone through the same pain, I had none to cry to.
"Is there any way we can handle this without my son finding out?" Shilpa asked gently, her voice filled with concern. Tears were streaming down her face.
I did not say anything. I had no answer.
Shilpa shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She went on. "My son idolizes Sethu. The thought of him finding out the truth... It terrifies me."
She was on the brink of breaking down, and I moved close to her. Shilpa leaned toward me, allowing me to pull her into a comforting embrace.
"You're not alone in this. We'll figure this out together," I promised, holding her close as she cried.
After some time, Shilpa asked me if I still had their video on my phone. I hesitated, unsure if it was the right thing to do. But she insisted, saying she was alright and wouldn't collapse like last time. She assured me that she needed to face the truth. Reluctantly, I pulled out my phone and showed her the video. She watched it silently, her expression shifting from disbelief to shock.
 
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed a couple of times, her voice barely above a whisper. I could see the struggle in her eyes as she witnessed the explicit scene of her husband copulating with another woman.
"She's so beautiful," Shilpa murmured, her voice tinged with sadness. "Why would he come back to me?" It was as if she was questioning her own worth, her confidence shattered by her husband's actions. "I don't know if he ever saw me as a beautiful woman. I was such a fool."
Shilpa didn't watch the video till the end. She handed the phone back to me, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and curiosity. "Don't you hate your wife, Manav?" she asked, her gaze penetrating mine.
"I have started to," I admitted with a heavy sigh. "But I sometimes feel like it's my fault because I'm the one who put her in this state. And after seeing this, I feel like I wasn't the right person for her." I paused, feeling a surge of insecurity wash over me. "I mean... I can never satisfy Shubha like Sethu was able to. I never knew she was longing for sex this much."
Shilpa shook her head sideways, her expression softening with compassion. "No, that's not true," she said firmly. "Because he never did such things with me. This is not how he was as a husband to me. This is just... lust at an insane level. Maybe he's just crazy because he's getting to have a meal that wasn't his."
Her words resonated with me, offering a glimmer of understanding amidst the confusion and hurt.
"Do you hate him?" I asked, bracing myself for her response.
"Yes," Shilpa replied without hesitation. "I hate him so much that I want to kill him. And it makes me sad that I can't and I won't do that. It just makes my life more miserable, every day passing with the pain just rising and rising."
I placed my hand over hers, offering what little comfort I could. "I'm sorry, Shilpa," I murmured, my heart aching for her. "Your life would have gone alright if I hadn't met you."
Shilpa gripped my hand tightly, her eyes searching mine. "Don't say that," she insisted firmly. "If you gave me a choice to take this pain or to live the life of an idiot who didn't know her husband was banging another woman every other night before coming home, then I would have chosen the pain only. I can't imagine not knowing it all now."
I looked at her in the eyes, and nodded slowly.
"I'm thinking of divorce," she continued, her voice filled with determination. "But just walking away wouldn't hurt him as much as he hurt me, right? I want revenge."
"How?" I asked, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over me.
"I don't know," Shilpa admitted, her gaze distant as she contemplated her next steps. “The thought of divorcing Sethu… it scares me. But at the same time, I can’t bear the thought of living in this misery any longer.”
I reached out to gently wipe the tear from her cheek, my heart aching as I knew whatever she was telling me applied to me as well. “You don’t have to make any decisions right now,” I assured her. “We’ll find a way, maybe one step at a time. And I think the first step is to confront them.”
Shilpa nodded and then looked into my eyes.
“Yes, we should face them first. We should together make them face us.”
We gazed at each other, as if lost in each other’s eyes. I could sense her breathing. I wasn't looking at her lips, but I could see them shivering. I reached out again to wipe the wetness from her cheek, moving to the other side, and my fingers lingered as if to feel the softness of her facial skin. Shilpa slowly turned her face to me, and I could hear her breathing. I could hear my own heartbeats.
It was a moment I could no longer ignore the growing tension between us – a magnetic pull that seemed to draw us closer with each passing moment. I knew I could break it if I looked away. But I did not.
And I don’t remember if I did it deliberately, but I nodded slightly.
The next moment, Shilpa leaned in closer, and our breaths joined. I felt all doubts and hesitations vanishing, replaced by an overwhelming sense of urgency and longing.
I opened my mouth and engulfed her lips, and I surrendered myself to the moment. She parted her lips too, and I felt her body pushing into my hands, as if acknowledging an unspoken but undeniable bond that had been building between us.
 
My palm traced behind her ear, and I savoured her lips, infusing the kiss with more passion with each passing moment. I could feel my blood boiling with desire – an emotion that had been hidden for a while – and I felt an urge to push her to the sofa and continue making out with her. But I knew that wasn't why I had come.
I had come to save us from the pain, not to provide us a momentary escape.
Summoning all my strength, I broke the kiss and pulled away.
“I... I am sorry,” I uttered, my words still carrying the weight of my desire to kiss her again. “This is not why I came here. We shouldn’t do this.”
Shilpa shook her head sideways, “Don’t be confused about what this is, Manav.” Her voice was filled with desperation. She then grabbed my hand, which I had taken off her. “Don’t leave me like this, Manav," she pleaded, her eyes searching mine with a mixture of longing and vulnerability. "I need you. Just... be with me."
Her words struck a chord deep within me, and I again felt she was speaking on behalf of me. I knew what she wanted from me at this moment. And I knew what I wanted from her. But my tongue was tied, unsure of what to speak.
“Come with me, Manav,” Shilpa grabbed my hand and got up to walk towards her bedroom.
 
Without a word, I followed Shilpa as she led me to her bedroom, the weight of each step echoing the confusion raging within me. I began to hesitate, my mind filling with doubts and uncertainties. But as Shilpa turned to face me, her expression filled with longing, I felt a sense of clarity wash over me.
"Don't think of anything else," she whispered in a voice I could barely hear. "Just... me."
She knew of my mental state. Perhaps she knew it was a reflection her own.
With a silent nod, I let go of my reservations, allowing myself to be consumed by a raging emotion which I would later realize as hatred. I acknowledged with thrill that I was not romantically attracted to this woman, yet I remained in this moment because I deserved to be in it.
As I entered the bedroom, I noticed Sethu’s shirt hanging on the wall – instantly signalling that I was intruding on his private space. The bed, neatly arranged after a night of sleep before he left for the office in the morning, awaited me. I felt the grip on my hand tighten. Shilpa stopped by the bed and turned to me. Without hesitation, I moved closer and met her gaze.
As Shilpa dropped the pleat of her saree, revealing the bare curves of her body, I could tell she was as desperate as me to prove the same point. We were both discarding things that our partners believed belonged to them—our passion and desire. And it felt liberating to let our primal instincts take over.
From that moment, there was no room for hesitation or doubt.
 
Shilpa nodded, and I eagerly kissed her. Our kiss seemed to convey a message, filled with fervent sucking and the mingling of our lips and saliva. Our arms traced circles around each other's bodies initially, before I reached to unhook her blouse, revealing her bra-clad breasts. As I had observed earlier in the day, her breasts were significantly larger than my wife's, and as I leaned down to kiss her, I eagerly buried my face in their abundance. I circled my tongue around her nipples to quickly make them erect, and Shilpa helped me further by removing her bra completely.
As I stood up and resumed kissing her, her hand ventured down to caress between my legs. Without hesitation, I quickly unbuttoned my pants and lowered them. There was a palpable sense of urgency in our movements by then. Shilpa escalated things rapidly as she slid her hand inside my underwear to grasp my dick. She then sat on the edge of the bed, pulling my erection out of hiding. I knew exactly what she intended to do, and it was precisely what I desired. First, I removed my shirt and let my pants drop to my ankles, then moved closer to her face. My erection had already reached its peak form. Shilpa looked up, meeting my gaze, then leaned forward slightly to take it into her mouth. I felt the warmth of her mouth enveloping the exposed skin of my dick, causing me to gasp.
Shilpa wasn’t as experienced as Shubha. She didn’t engulf my entire penis in her mouth and throat. Perhaps she wasn't comfortable with such deep penetration. Instead, she only took it halfway, keeping her lips tight around the swollen head. However, she compensated by using her hand to stroke the other half. This created two different sensations on my manhood simultaneously – the wetness at the tip and the dry friction towards the base.
After a while, I laid her across the bed and removed the remaining part of her saree and underskirt by sliding them down her legs. Her thighs were plump, fairer than the overall tone of her body. I knew further foreplay wasn't necessary when I noticed the dampness at the center of her white panties. Swiftly, I removed them too, eliciting a sheepish smile from Shilpa as I gazed directly at her pussy – neatly trimmed with a fine layer of hair around it. It was evident she hadn't expected a man's attention there at this stage of her life. In that moment, I also became aware of the fine length of pubic hair around my own manhood. Perhaps this was why she hadn't taken my penis all the way into her mouth earlier.
 
I felt compelled to convey that there was no need to impress anyone anymore. We were here because we both deserved it. Instinctively, I spread her legs and positioned myself between her thighs, planting a wet kiss on her pussy, which made Shilpa giggle sheepishly.
"No... aaahh..."
I relished that sound, a sign that I was pleasing her. Without hesitation, I took my place between her legs and guided my dick into her pussy.

This was step one of my revenge. Our revenge.

Shilpa moaned as my dick pierced deep into her pussy, sliding in easily due to the wetness inside her. I began fucking her hard immediately, the sound of my dick moving in and out of her wet pussy filling the room. The bed squeaked, adding to my satisfaction as I realized I was in Sethu's bed, making love to his wife. The thought was as thrilling as the sensation of my cock inside her, driving me to push deeper. I lifted both of her legs and started slamming harder, initially causing Shilpa to struggle for breath, but she quickly adapted to the position.
She wasn’t as vocal as my wife in bed with Sethu, but I could see that Shilpa was enjoying herself. The sparkle in her eyes and the undulating movement of her creamy belly indicated that I was hitting the right spot. Eventually, she expressed her desire to change positions.
"Take me from behind. You'll love it more," she assured, getting onto all fours. I was delighted to admire her full, glorious ass and wasted no time in accepting the invitation. I caressed her ass cheeks, even giving them a playful slap, before gripping her hips with one hand and guiding my dick back into her pussy with the other.
"Aaaahhh… yes…" Shilpa gasped as I thrust into her from behind, indicating how much she loved this position. I wasn’t sure if it was a position Sethu used to fuck her regularly, but I had already developed an impression that it would be true.
The sight of her beautiful ass and the sensation of my dick disappearing into her made it a profoundly enjoyable experience. With both hands firmly gripping her hips, I began to thrust with determination, the sound of my body hitting the softness of her ass resonating through the room.
"Yea….. Manav… yes… yes… mmm…. fuck…!" Shilpa had started to show signs of getting to the peak of her pleasure, making me move intensely. As she approached her climatic pleasure, I leaned forward to grasp her hair and intensified my thrusts. Eventually, we both reached the peak together. I released my load inside her as she struggled to catch her breath, her grip tight on the pillows. Collapsing onto Sethu's marital bed, we lay spent, a profound sense of satisfaction washing over me, unlike anything I had ever felt before.
In that moment, I realized I had found solace—a temporary yet undeniable escape from the pain and betrayal that had shattered my life. As we surrendered to the passion that consumed us, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of liberation sweeping over me—a silent acknowledgement of the healing power of sex, even in the darkest of times.
But as I lay there in the bed with Shilpa, I found myself unable to shake off the events that had just transpired. Did I do the right thing? Did I take advantage of her? These questions plagued my mind incessantly.
 

I turned to her and asked, "How do you feel?" Her response was unexpected but comforting. "Worthy again," she said quietly.

 

Her words struck a chord within me. They made me realize that perhaps, just perhaps, we both discovered something essential in each other. It wasn't merely about physical gratification; it was about seeking solace in our share pain and hunger for revenge. And in that moment, despite the ambiguity surrounding our choices, I felt a profound sense of calmness envelop me.

We took our sweet time before we rose from the bed. We exchanged smiles before heading to the washroom one by one. As I came out from the washroom, she had almost worn her saree back. I was still completely naked. But I did not feel shy. I grabbed my clothes and started wearing it, smiling at her. She smiled back at me.

We had found our comfort zone.

As I made my way to the gate, Shilpa followed me.

"I will remember this moment," she said softly, her words carrying the weight of acknowledgment. "Not because it was something I longed for, but because it was what we had to do."

Her words struck a chord within me, resonating with the complexity of our experience. Despite knowing that there was no need to cherish it, it felt like it was a purposeful experience.

"I wish Sethu knew of it somehow," Shilpa continued, her voice tinged with a hint of determination. "I wish he could feel the same way I do."

 

As I made my way back to the railway station, Shilpa's words echoed in my mind, haunting me with their raw honesty. I imagined Shubha's reaction if she were to discover my encounter, especially with Sethu's wife. The thought of her discovering the truth filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction.

 

There were two possible outcomes to consider. On one hand, Shubha might be confronted with the harsh reality of her own actions, forced to confront the consequences of her betrayal. It was a scenario that held a certain appeal, a chance for her to finally see herself reflected in the mirror of her own choices.

 

But on the other hand, there was the possibility that she would simply walk away, ending our relation forever. It was a disturbing thought because I knew that I was the one with the right to walk away from her, not the other way around.

 

Yet, as the days passed and my mind grew more settled, I found myself increasingly drawn to the idea of Shubha experiencing a shock of her own. She needed to witness the consequences of her actions, to understand the depth of the pain she had caused.

It was a decision I made with a sense of grim determination, a silent declaration echoing in the depths of my mind. Shubha needed to see this moment, to understand the gravity of her betrayal, no matter the cost.

[krish_999]

Chapter - Six

 

The next time I visited Hyderabad, I was prepared. I arrived and spent the night with Shubha. In bed, I couldn't shake off the memory of how I was treated by Sethu's wife. It fueled me, giving me an energy I hadn't felt before. I was rough with Shubha, grabbing her hair and fucking her from behind, eliciting screams reminiscent of Shilpa's from the other day. Shubha cried, both with pleasure and pain.

In the end, I shot my load deep inside her with a great level of satisfaction, despite Shubha pleading with me to pull out.

“I’m not safe, why didn’t you listen, Manav?” She didn’t hide her displeasure once the storm settled.

I loved her reaction. Because I didn’t care what I did. I was filled with satisfaction that I had done what I deserved to do.

“I got carried away, Shubha. Don’t worry, we’ll handle this.”

“You better do,” she said.

In the night too, I repeated the act by fucking her roughly and filling her with my sperm. Her request to play safe only intensified my pleasure. Perhaps I saw it as a move to assert my dominance, or I didn’t care. I don’t know.

When it was over, and Shubha struggled to catch her breath, she spoke with a smile. "You were waiting for this weekend. I can see it."

I didn't smile outwardly, but inwardly, I agreed. Yes, I was indeed waiting for this moment, fueled by a desire for retribution. In my mind, she had become a property of Sethu, and with each time I used her merely for my pleasure, I felt I was taking the second step of my revenge.

 

The next evening, I extended an invitation to Sethu. I didn't explicitly ask him to bring liquor, but as expected, he arrived with a bottle in hand, his mind undoubtedly clouded with his usual dirty fantasies. I then began to play the calculated game, pretending to be drinking more than him.

At one point, I excused myself to step out of the house and made a call to Shilpa.

"Can you come to my wife's place? Sethu is here. He's going to spend the night with her," I explained urgently.

"Are you there?" Shilpa asked, her voice tinged with confusion. "How is Sethu going to spend the night with Shubha despite you being there?"

I could understand her confusion. Taking a breath, I replied, "He's offered me drinks, after drinking it I'll pretend to pass out. We want to catch them in the act. It's the only way to expose their betrayal at its peak brutality."

"I'm coming. But I don't know the address," Shilpa responded quickly.

I forwarded her the pinned address and returned inside. Sethu was standing in the kitchen when I re-entered.

 

"I'm trying to help your wife in cooking, Manav," he mentioned casually, seemingly unfazed by my presence.

"You can learn from her. She's a good cook, bro," I responded with forced cheeriness. Sethu chuckled in agreement, acknowledging my comment.

Seizing the opportunity, I discreetly emptied my glass into the nearby flower pot and swiftly refilled it with water. Out of the five pegs Sethu poured into my glass, I managed to waste three. Soon after, I pretended to feel the effects of the drinks and excused myself to have a small share of dinner.

 

Acting drunk, I returned to my old position on the sofa and closed my eyes, faking sleep. In the next few minutes, everything seemed to blur into darkness as I listened to Sethu's excited and lustful voice.

"Your hubby is my saviour," Sethu declared, his tone dripping with anticipation. "Come, darling."

I felt a knot form in my stomach as Sethu led my wife to her bed – supposed to by our marital bed – and she obediently followed. Despite having every reason to hate her, the truth that she was preparing to get fucked by another man left me tormented, yet again.

I couldn't hear any sounds for some time after the door closed. I sat like a statue, staring at it, my hearing becoming sharper with each passing moment. Then, I heard slight bed squeaks as they climbed onto the bed. I couldn't make out whether they had already laid on it, but soon enough, I heard muted moans from my wife. It was evident that her voice was being suppressed by his eager kisses.

 

This was followed by the sound of further movements. Were they taking off their clothes? I wondered.

 

My doubt lasted only a few seconds. I heard the unmistakable sound of a man thrusting his member into a woman's pussy, accompanied by her soft cries of pleasure. Sethu had already claimed my wife’s body.

 

As soon as I heard the sounds of their lovemaking, I hastily dialed Shilpa's number. She was on her way, and I whispered for her to hurry up. With bated breath, I waited outside Shubha's bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest as I strained to listen.

The noises emanating from within the room were unmistakable—a symphony of pleasure and ecstasy. "Aaah... aaaa... aah... slow... Sethu... please... aah...!" Shubha's voice echoed through the door, each moan and sigh punctuating the air.

 

Her cries made the moans and screams she had shared with me for the past two days seem distant. How could she welcome her lover and spread her legs with absolute lack of remorse? She had become an enigma. The woman I had sent to Hyderabad many months ago had a heart, and I thought it beat for me. Now, as she cried out to encourage another man to fill her married pussy without reservation, she wanted him to consume her. She wanted to be consumed.

I felt a mixture of anger and helplessness rising within me as I listened. It was evident that Sethu had successfully entangled Shubha in his web of desire, intoxicating her and exerting complete control over her.

 

I dialed Shilpa’s number again, urgency and frustration trembling in my low voice. "Shilpa, hurry, for god's sake!" I urged. "They're inside, and I can't do this alone."

 

Each passing second felt like an eternity as I waited for Shilpa to arrive, the sounds of Shubha's pleasure tormenting me. I clenched my fists in frustration, my mind swirling with a mixture of emotions—anger, betrayal, and a desperate longing for justice.

 

As soon as Shilpa arrived, I welcomed her quietly, gesturing for her to remain calm as I closed the door quietly. Shilpa entered the hall and stood there for a moment, stunned. Shubha's moans echoed through the air, filling the room with their intensity. Shilpa put her palm to her mouth, unable to move anything else. I feared she would collapse on the floor like the other day.

 

Stepping forward, I took her in my arms without a word, offering a moment of comfort. She hugged me tight, pressing her head onto my shoulder as silent tears fell. "Hey…" I whispered, "Nothing can hurt you anymore. There is nothing they can do to us."

She shook her head and swallowed, her lips quivering as she struggled to stand. The noise from the bedroom fluctuated as our cheating partners continued their pleasure ride with alternating pace. Shubha’s moans were interrupted by Sethu’s heavy breathing, fucking her like it was his last chance.

“We need to confront them. Now,” I whispered with my voice barely audible over the sounds from the bedroom. “Are you ready?”

Shilpa looked at the closed door and then back at me, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. I grabbed her hand, offering reassurance. She swallowed again, nodding slowly. “Yes.”

 

With a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, I walked across the hall and pounded on the door with all my strength, the blow echoing through the house like thunder. As if the force of my anger had instilled me with superhuman strength, I raised my leg and delivered a powerful kick to the center of the door. The weak latch gave way without any defence, and the door swung open with a violent crash.

 

The bedroom was well-lit, enough to reveal everything with just one look. Shubha and Sethu froze in shock, their naked bodies exposed as though in broad daylight. Sethu was atop my wife in a missionary sex position, while Shubha’s legs and arms were wrapped around him in a desperate embrace. Sethu was caught mid-thrust, and as he instinctively pulled back in shock, his fully erect dick was abruptly removed from its pleasure of valley. Everything unfolded in a fraction of a second, yet I still caught a glimpse of his glistening member – the rawest evidence of their illicit encounter.

 

They both scrambled to cover themselves, their movements frantic with fear and shock. With a fierce determination burning in my chest, I moved forward, my eyes fixed on their discarded clothes scattered across the bed. I swiftly snatched them up, along with the blanket, denying them any chance of escape. Shilpa stood beside me, preventing them any chance of getting out of the bed.

 

Sethu and Shubha searched desperately for cover in a panicked frenzy. Anticipating their next move, I spotted their respective undergarments hanging on the edge of the bed. With a swift strike, I hit them with the clothes in my hand and felled them on the floor. Then I moved it under the bed with my foot. Their futile attempts to cover their naked bodies only strengthened my determination to confront them head-on.

 

Shubha and Sethu sat there, completely naked and vulnerable, trying to cover their private parts with bare hands and folded knees, their faces drained of color as they realized the magnitude of the lightning that struck them. Panic flickered in their eyes as they searched for words, but before they could speak, I silenced them with a look of pure contempt.

"You thought you could get away with this?" I shouted, my voice dripping with scorn. "With betraying us like this?"

Shubha's voice quivered as she struggled to form a response. "Manav, please, I’m sorry… It’s not what you think…"

"Not what I think?" I interrupted, my anger boiling over. "You're naked in bed with another man, Shubha! You are caught fucking another man! How can you even try to deny it?"

Sethu's face paled with fear as he stammered, "Manav, listen, please…"

"No, you listen!" I snapped, cutting him off. "You've both betrayed us in the worst possible way. You've destroyed everything we had together."

Shilpa stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fury. "You cheater! Do you even realize what you've done? Do you have any idea the pain you've caused? How could you do this? How could you forget me? How could you forget our son, Sethu? Oh fuck, what are you?"

As Shilpa’s advance made them feel even more cornered, Sethu withdrew to the corner of the bed and grabbed the bed sheet he was sitting on. He pulled it forcefully, and Shubha joined him in the desperate act to hide their dignity. They succeeded in covering their respective bodies partially with opposite ends of the sheet. Shubha had started crying.

"Please, Manav…" she begged, tears streaming down her face. ”We made a mistake. We're so sorry…"

Sethu's voice cracked as he joined in. "We never meant to hurt you. Please, we didn’t mean to… it… it just happened…"

I ignored him as I stepped forward, confronting Shubha with a glare. "How could you do this to me, Shubha? Didn’t I love you? Why did you have to do this?" I asked.

Shubha lowered her face into her palms are cried. She had no answers.

Sethu’s remorse was evident in his eyes as he reached out to Shilpa, his voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Shilpa. I'm so sorry," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion.

Shubha's cries were getting louder, her sobs echoing through the room as she struggled to find words. She looked up but struggled to look at my eyes. "I don't know, Manav... I don't know," she choked out, her voice breaking with emotion.

But my patience was wearing thin. "Sorry isn't enough, Shubha," I snapped, my voice rising with frustration. "You've shattered everything we had. How could you come back to me after sleeping with him so many times, like nothing happened?"

Shilpa turned to Sethu. "You think saying sorry will fix everything? You slept with another woman, Sethu. How could you even look at me after that? Every night you come late home, I can’t do anything else but wonder if you are coming back from her bed. I can’t believe how I survived that entire trauma."

I looked at Shubha, my eyes repeating the question at her. She again buried her face in her hands, unable to meet my gaze. "I don't know what got into me, Manav. I'm so sorry," she sobbed, her words barely audible through her tears.

But my heart felt like it had turned to stone. "I can't forgive you, Shubha," I said, my voice cold and distant. "Not after what you've done to me."

Sethu began to speak, "I'll do anything to make it right, Shilpa. Please forgive me," he pleaded, his eyes filled with desperation.

Shilpa's eyes glistened with tears as she turned away from Sethu. "I will never trust you again, Sethu," she whispered, her voice filled with sadness. "You've broken my heart."

 

After a tense moment of silence, I tossed their clothes to them with disgust. They scrambled to cover their nakedness, their movements frantic and desperate. Sethu's once erect member had now become a mere shadow of its former self as he hastily dressed himself. Shubha's tears continued to flow, her face contorted with shame and regret as she pulled on her clothes.

 

As they emerged from the bedroom, Sethu's eyes met Shilpa's, filled with a silent plea. "Come home with me, Shilpa," he begged, his voice tinged with desperation.

Shilpa's eyes narrowed with contempt. "You have the audacity to ask me that?" she spat, her voice dripping with scorn. "After what you've done?"

Her words hit Sethu like a slap to the face, his expression falling as he realized the depth of his crime. "We... We have a son, Shilpa," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please... think of him."

"You remember now?” Shilpa's eyes flashed with anger and she mockingly laughed at him. “How do you think he'll feel when he finds out his father's a cheater?" she demanded, her voice rising with fury. "Do you even care?"

Sethu's face paled with guilt as he looked away, unable to meet Shilpa's gaze. "Please, Shilpa," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "Don't tell anyone. I'll do anything..."

 

Shubha suddenly turned to Sethu as if shocked, "you have a son?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief. "You told me you didn't have any kids!"

Sethu's silence spoke volumes as Shubha turned to Shilpa, her eyes filled with remorse. "I'm so sorry, Shilpa," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the chaos of the moment. "I never meant for any of this to happen."

As Shubha's explanation unfolded, I felt a surge of disbelief and anger rising within me. "So you were planning a life with him?" I asked, my voice quivering.

Shubha shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No, Manav, never," she sobbed, her words choked with emotion. "I never thought of leaving you."

"Then how could you let this happen?" I asked angrily. "How could you betray me like this?"

Shubha's shoulders drooped as she struggled to explain. "It wasn't like that, Manav," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the chaos. "It just... it just happened."

I narrowed my eyes, my scepticism evident in my tone. "So you're saying it was all just a coincidence?" I questioned, my voice tinged with doubt.

Shubha nodded frantically, desperation written across her tear-stained face. "Yes, Manav, I swear," she pleaded. "I never meant for any of this to happen. Sethu was there for me when I needed someone. He was kind to me, and I... I was lonely."

 

A heavy silence settled over us as Shubha's confession hung in the air. Her tears continued to flow. "I'm so sorry, Manav," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I never meant to hurt you."

To be honest, for once I wished I could belief her and forgive her. But the next moment I knew that there is no purpose of rebuilding what had been shattered long ago. Like Shilpa had told her husband, I would never trust my wife.

“You guys can fetch any excuses but it won’t do any good.” Shilpa said, alternating her gaze between Sethu and Shubha. "Of course, I'll go back to the house," she went on with her gaze on the ground, her tone devoid of emotion. "But don't mistake my return for reconciliation. Our marriage ended the moment you betrayed me."

She then turned to face Sethu. "You know what? I've cheated on you too," she declared. "I've been intimate with your girlfriend's husband. And I want you to know that he was great in bed."

I was surprised at her confession, but I was relieved instantly that she did it. Because unknown to me, I was dying to scream at my wife that I had slept with another woman. I studied Shubha’s face to see her reaction. The confession had indeed stung her. She stared at Shilpa like the latter had committed a heinous crime.

Shilpa was unfazed. "We did it to find some semblance of peace," she explained, her voice stern. "Not out of desire, but out of vengeance."

Sethu too, stared at her like she had robbed something dearly from him.

"I'm going back home to our child, but we are not going to live together again, Sethu," Shilpa's voice was steady, her words filled with resolve. "Because you don't deserve to be his father. He deserves better than to bear the burden of your betrayal. This is the end of our marriage. I will live alone rather than seeing your face every day."

With that, Shilpa turned away. She paused at the door to nod at me, and I felt she was mutely saying goodbye. I nodded back at her and she quickly left the house.

Having no purpose of hanging around, Sethu too, followed her.

 

“I’m glad I met her.” I turned to Shubha. “Because she gave me a reason to be equal. You know what, when I came to know about your betrayal, I first decided to end my life. But I could not. I am lucky that I didn’t have the courage to kill myself. I would have been a fool if I did. Shilpa said it right. I found my lost sleep only after cheating on you. Just walking away wouldn’t make any sense. This is how it should end…”

“If you have also done the same thing, then why are you ending our marriage?” Shubha argued, her voice weak though.

“Shubha, there was a reason why you cheated on me, and that too, not once. Many times. I have seen you spreading your legs for that man, spending long spells on your knee feasting on his dick. I have seen how you have been holding him dearly when you did all that. Your love for me wasn’t real. That’s the truth.”

“Don’t say that, Manav. Please…”

“Then how did this happen?” I raised my voice.

Shubha's eyes become teary again. "I told you, Sethu... he was there for me when I needed someone the most. He showed me kindness during my struggles, and I... I was so lonely... And then, when he told me about his struggles too, I… I don’t know. It happened once. And I thought it would stop there. But he came back after a week and…and…” her head was down as she struggled to find justification in her own words.

“He said he didn’t have kids so you thought you could help him, huh?” I asked scornfully.

“He said he was living in loneliness, trapped in a marriage devoid of love and understanding. I never intended for any of this to happen, but I felt I should provide some sort of comfort to his pain. And then it happened… and I could not stop.”

I stood in silence for a few minutes.

“You know, if you think you can make a change to my heart by this confession, then you are mistaken. I'm going to leave you here, Shubha," I said after a while, my tone devoid of emotion. "I know you are not in the right mental frame to propose anything. But I don't care about you anymore. I'm leaving."

Shubha looked at me, her eyes filled with tears, but I remained unmoved. "You should talk to yourself before trying to talk to me," I stated firmly, turning away from her. I gathered my belongings and walked out, leaving Shubha behind.

 

I headed straight to the railway station. On my way, I felt my heart beating hard for long, but I felt like a weight was off my mind. I had finally confronted my wife. I had confronted me. I had confronted my insecurities.

I had decided to move on. I was not going to live with a person who didn’t love me. Or, in other words, didn’t know the meaning of love.

 

Returning to Solapur that same night, I made a conscious decision to distance myself from Shubha. I couldn't bear to hear her justifications or explanations, knowing they would only serve to weaken my resolve. Despite the pain, I couldn't shake the memories of our past together, the love we once shared.

 

Weeks passed, and I threw myself into my work and caring for my parents. The weight of the pain in my heart lessened with each passing day, and I found myself grateful to Shilpa for giving me the opportunity to break free from the cycle of hurt.

 

Although Shilpa had started the divorce proceedings, I remained undecided about my own marriage. The memories of Shubha, of the life we once had, continued to linger in my mind, casting a shadow over any possibility of closure. But with each passing day, I am finding myself slowly letting go of the pain, inching closer to a future free from that chapter of nightmare.

Sometimes I think it was nothing but a nightmare which I forgot to wake up from. Because it makes me feel better.

Hopeful that one day I am going to wake up.

 

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