Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

My name is Krish. Ours was an arranged marriage and I had been in love with Meera since then. This is a story of how our marriage which was the most beautiful thing ever happened to me went on to seem like it wasn't actually there because it seems so gone now. A person often meets his fate on the road he takes to avoid it. Simply put, it's a story of how I messed with it and lost it all.

I'll start from the beginning. I was running a small business when I got married. It didn't work much in my favour and I was forced to quit. I pursued a white collar job from which I was fired a year later. Then I returned to my own business which met with a horrible outcome and I soon found myself reeling with a heavy debt. Though my wife, Meera, was working and earning for our family, I could not find a way to repay my debt to a man called Sunny. I was almost on the run. I was ignoring his calls. But it was a bad move. He tracked me and I ended up being beaten up by his goons. I wasn't seriously injured, but it wasn't a nice experience either, for a first timer.

I told you I'll start from the beginning. Which means there was an incident in the beginning that paved the stones for the surprises that my life had for me. That eventful day, I was leaving my house to somewhere when I spotted Sunny's SUV at the end of the street and I immediately withdrew myself to my house. Meera was in the shower and I had no time to spend explaining. To her, I was already gone because I had announced my leave when she was in there.

I had to hide somewhere. I looked around, as I also thought it'd help if I hide without letting my wife know because I felt like it might help her behave normally. I couldn't find a better place than under my own bed. I didn't think much and I crawled under it. It had space and darkness to protect me. I also remembered to put my mobile in Do Not Disturb mode. All secured, I thought.

Then Sunny came inside, though Meera took her time to answer him.

They spend more time than required in the living room, testing my patience. I could hear them talking in parts but I couldn't understand a thing. She was very friendly. According to me, she knew that I owed him some cash, but she had no idea about the shitty relation that I had with him. She was heard offering him coffee. They had coffee and more talking. One thing led to other I guess, and then something that I couldn't believe to be true happened. Something that changed my life forever.

What I witnessed was their legs as Meera walked into the room with Sunny.
"Oh my god! I can't believe I'm doing this! We need to go back"
I heard Meera saying. She began to turn back but was stopped by Sunny.

"Guess you don't appreciate it when you're having fun." Sunny's voice.

"I know it's really fun, but, but it's also very scary"

"You mean to say I'm scaring you?"

"I meant to say I'm worried..."

It was understood that he was the one walking her inside. Now let me tell you a word about Sunny. He's almost my age but had a dominant personality which made him what he is. And at this moment I realized how effective he was. I heard Meera say that it's not a good idea and all. There were verbal denials from her but it didn't seem to be effective at the moment.

His intention was obvious. If I haven't mentioned it earlier, my wife, Meera was alluringly gorgeous who could easily manage to skip the heartbeats of any man around her.

Before I could accept the fact that it's happening, Sunny felled her on to the bed. The only visual that I had, that of their legs, disappeared from my sight to the bed. I didn't know what to do. I could not come out. Yet I could not stay inside as well. I was made a statue as I heard her words of resistance being suppressed by his kisses. She initially said she can't cheat on her husband but he said she's not cheating because there's no way he'd know of this. He was very fast with his ways which I realized as I saw my wife's orange shirt was hung at the edge of the bed. Meera had let it go. I knew it. I could very well guess she's in her bra only. He showered her beauty with compliments. His kisses were very audible to me.
I was sure that she is going to be taken by another man. I wanted to stop it. Then an idea struck my mind. I quietly pulled my mobile phone from my pocket and dialled her number. Her cell was on the table and it rang. She had set a particular ringtone for me and she could easily recognize my call. It was enough for Meera to regain her world and she jumped out of the bed. "It's Krish!"

Before she could answer the call, I cut it.

"It's him. Oh my god, maybe he's coming back."

I could sense the urgency in her voice. She urged Sunny to get up immediately and leave. He too responded quicker than I expected. He got up and I heard him close the zipper of his jeans. He had gone farther than I thought.
He left soon, but only after taking her number. He had become a threat to my life in every way.

I couldn't believe myself as I lay under the bed. I had just saved my wife from crossing the line. About my sex life, I used to believe it's a nice one. I had a higher sex drive and we made love almost every alternate night. Though I couldn't last like a porn star, she always seemed to be satisfied with me in bed.
Meera was a very attractive woman. Her lovely features always got her a lot of attention from men both at work and at the street. I had been proud of the way she had brushed off those attentions in the past. I had seen moments in that she had been given the lustful look, but all I felt she wanted was respect from men.

That day, I thought a lot about it but I couldn't find a reason for her temptation. I finally concluded it as a momentary flaw that can happen in anyone's life. I also expected her to be feeling guilty.
I decided against confronting her because there were no options to convey her how I came to know of it.
That night Meera was eager to have sex. I too was hard like never before and lasted longer than we both expected. She devoured my both lips when I fell next to her, completely exhausted. Since then, I felt definitely better inside, concluding myself that Sunny was too smart to lure her into bed, and now she's satisfied by me and hence she wouldn't do it again. I promised myself that I would become more active in sex in the coming days.

Next day she left for work and as usual, I was alone at home. I couldn't erase previous days events from my mind. My mind kept pondering about it. The more I thought about it the harder I became in my pants. It was aching, and out of curiosity, I freed it from the clothes. I felt good when I touched myself further and soon I was shaking it. It was quite embarrassing at first because I knew I was wanking to the thoughts caused by my wife's betrayal. Then I thought it's only in my mind and eventually I ended up wanking at regular intervals. Soon my memory was invaded by my imaginations. What if I hadn't stopped them from doing it? I was sure that I would have watched her bra and panties falling to the ground, had I remained inactive for a few more minutes. A shiver ran through my body as I imagined her lying nude in bed, available to him. He had unzipped his pants, for sure I knew. I could guess how quickly he would remove his pants and brief. Then he would get in between her legs. Those milky thighs. Perhaps she could be the one spreading them for him. Then he would put his thing in her. Oh! She would moan, wouldn't she?

I was free every day and night, and my excitements grew by each passing day and it went on until I realized that I regret stopping them. I had gone too far.

A month or so had passed, and I heard some news about Sunny; he was arrested and sent to prison in a money laundering case. That case was going on in the past, that's why Meera never got his call. Once I knew that Sunny is no more a threat to my wife, my imaginations were let loose wildly. I imagined things that I never wanted to happen in reality. I imagined Meera moaning in pleasure with Sunny. In the bedroom, in the kitchen and on the couch. Missionary, doggy and she on top. Moaning, screaming and crying out his name. I imagined all. I soon found imagining them even in Meera's presence. She would be in kitchen, cooking, and I would imagine myself as Sunny. I would then watch her body curves from behind, embrace her and kiss her. I also made love to her imagining myself as him. Everyday.
I was obsessed with Sunny.

Those were the days I had literally stopped looking for a job because it wasn't available. I had knocked enough doors and I had almost quit. That's when I met Mr. Shekhar. He was a man who's at the better side of his fifties. Meera spoke very high of him. He was a trusted client for the firm she worked for. In a party I met him and he was quite charming. I thought I should invite this man to my home for a dinner. I suggested the idea to Meera and she was happy. To be honest, I had nothing in my mind. I always considered him to be an old man and I was sincerely respectful.

Mr. Shekhar agreed for a Saturday and he came with a bottle of wine. He was sincerely friendly to us both. He was very grateful for the efforts we had put up for the dinner.
I soon found out that Mr. Shekhar was a real admirer of my wife's beauty. Meera was wearing an open light pink jacket. Shekhar held nothing back to appreciate her. Right there in front of me, he gazed into her eyes and said, "That's a beautiful dress, and you're incredibly beautiful."

The dress she was wearing was one of my favourites, as it always matched her pinkish cheeks and soft looking lips, but at that very moment I recalled a fact that I had never told her anything about it. It hence had a greater impact on me as well as Meera when he went on to say,
"You are really attractive, Meera, a really stunning beauty".
It was really flattering.

In the end, it was enough for me to lighten up my imaginations. Next day I found myself thinking of Mr. Shekhar in place of Sunny. I found it very impractical to have an old man like him seduce my young wife to bed and that's what made me consider this harmless. I imagined him kissing her on the lips. I imagined Meera sitting in his lap in a chair, facing him and kissing him. Obviously, I ended up masturbating to these thoughts.
I invited Mr. Shekhar again, for dinner on the week followed. He came with a gift for her. A floral sleeveless gown. Both Meera and I were impressed. Out of pure happiness and surprise, she hugged him. Sat next to him on the couch while drinking and I soon found hardness in my pants. I innocently wished if she moved closer to him. I walked to kitchen many times to leave them alone, and delayed my return each time. Once I even handed her our laptop to show him the pics we took when we had travelled to Kolkata last year, and thereby getting them further closer. It worked. They were soon sitting shoulder to shoulder, talking and laughing together. I walked to kitchen again and made a delayed comeback. To my pleasure, I found Mr. Shekhar's right hand was on her shoulder for a short period of time. I ignored it with pleasure and to keep the old man in control, I turned my attention toward the music system.

My mind worked even dirtier this moment. I
poured wine in their glasses and exchanged their glasses with each other. Once they sipped their glasses, I revealed that I thought I accidentally exchanged their glasses. Meera was embarrassed but I then played it cool saying it's all wine and let's keep going. Mr.Shekhar commented he had sensed the change in taste with some added sweetness. Meera, embarrassed even more, pinched his cheek in fun. His glass was up when she did it and it spilled some wine over his pants. I quickly offered a towel to her. She tried to use it but he politely stopped her. He took the towel from her and he wiped his lap himself. He didn't have anything his mind. But that was enough for me and I excused myself to the bathroom and wanked.

While I was masturbating, I even wished if the old man showed some courage to kiss her. But in my mind there was also a want that Meera should never feel it the same way. I came in no real time. But that was all for the night. When I came out, Meera was arranging food on the table for dinner. We had the dinner and he left soon.

That night I commented how attracted he seemed towards her, and he might want to take her out on a dinner. She said she too thought the same about him and revealed that he had suggested taking her out on a dinner by himself. He also had told her that he felt like her husband might want her to spend time with him.
I replied with a 'what?' to that, though I was feeling inside that I was on the right path. I just wanted to speak to her about how other men are lusting after her.
I then confessed her that I have a soft corner for the old man to which she quickly corrected that he's not an old man.
I said he's more than twenty years older than her and that makes him an old man to her. She didn't agree and argued that she considers him still young because of the way he talks and maintains himself. She gave me hints that he was flirting with her but at the same time she refused to talk more about it.

I was disappointed as Meera didn't tell me much about Mr. Shekhar but I managed to hide it.

Next day she showed me a text from Mr. Shekhar asking her out for a coffee. To my own surprise, I found myself insecure. Honestly, I didn't feel good about leaving her alone in the company of a man no matter how older he may be. To her, it was a harmless coffee date. But I was stuck in my own dirty fantasy. She was equally surprised. She teased me for being so shaky that even an old man could make me feel insecure. She laughed, reminding me that it was me calling Mr. Shekhar an old man.
Eventually, I told her to go.
It wasn't a big deal, however. As I told earlier, it was a harmless coffee date. She went with him after work hours and arrived at home just an hour late than normal. Nothing was unusual.
I asked her how was the date and she laughed. In her mind, she had only respect for him. When he had invited her for a coffee, she actually felt it an honor.

She didn't give away any details of the date except that he wanted her to be in the floral frock he had gifted her the other day. She said it's too much revealing. He was disappointed and promised her another gift some other day.
I had actually forgotten about that gift. It surprised me when she said that's too much revealing. She had tried it herself and I asked her to wear it once more for me. Well, she didn't do that saying it would turn me on and she didn't want that happen right then. Though I requested her many times later also, she always said no.

After that, quite a number of coffee dates followed. Sometimes she would tell me beforehand, and sometimes she would tell me afterward. Either didn't make a difference to me.One of those days she came back with a good news that Mr. Shekhar has found me a job. She had told him that I was looking for a job and he responded with one in an export firm. I reported to the firm very next day and started working in the verification section. It was a nice job, on par with my educational qualification and I called Mr. Shekhar to convey my gratitude to him.

Then came an incident that took my life by storm.

There was a party organized by the firm that Meera was working. A lot of free booze, I really liked those parties and as usual, I teamed up with a friend Samay Madhav aka Sam, whose wife Ananya worked with Meera. Ananya wasn't there in the party but Sam didn't care. We had a lot of fun drinking and moving around with more like us.

It was going very good and I was sharing a funny story with the guys when Meera came to me. She wanted to leave.
I wanted to stay.
She went back, only to return to me a few minutes later. I maintained my stand and she walked away dejectedly. On the third time, I got angry. I gave her the car key and asked her to leave herself. She too was pissed off and left with a stare that told me she's not gonna spare me when I'm home.
I returned to my friends quickly, hoping that Sam would drop me home.
However, Meera came back once again and handed me the key. She said someone has offered her to drop her home. I was happy that I didn't have to depend on Sam to go home.

I told her that I would be late and left her before returning to my drinks.
After a while, I moved on and joined another group. There the point of discussion was a man called Mr. Thomas.
Mr.Thomas was a ladies man and one of the men were boasting of his ways to trick young ladies. A newly joined member then dropped a bomb announcing he had apparently left with his catch for the night. Everybody, including me, turned our attention to him and he described how he saw him leaving with her. He then went on to elaborate the chick Mr. Thomas had for the night. It was a very hot girl in a floral long-sleeve frock. I felt my heart stopping as I pictured those details in my mind.

Floral frock, long sleeves, plumb and hot. It was Meera. It was my wife.

Drenched in sheer panic, I quit the group and called her mobile and it was switched off.

I quickly dragged Sam away from the party and told him the truth. He too had heard of Mr. Thomas. Sam commented if it's Mr. Thomas who's given her a lift, then there should not be any doubt about his intentions. He'll take the girl tonight.

I wanted to stop it. But neither I nor Sam did have any clue about the place he might have taken her to.
But I had a distant hope that Meera wouldn't go any place other than our own house.
Sam also agreed the first place we should try should be my home.
We rushed to my home. He drove my car and I sat with impatience and panic running through my veins. He advised me not to resort to any extreme steps.

"If anything goes wrong, it's not Meera's fault but your fault, and more than that, it's due to the undeniable charm of Mr. Thomas! I think my wife Ananya would equally be unable to resist Mr. Thomas if he puts his eyes on her."

He went on to say. Only a good thing Sam could say about Mr. Thomas was that he's a man of one night stands. He would never go after a lady already taken by him, even if she wants it. I constantly felt that his words are only meant to soothe my mind, and it did nothing of that sort either.
Sam kept trying to calm me.

We took more than forty-five minutes to reach home. He stopped the car at a distance and turned to me before unlocking my door. He cautioned me to keep calm.
If he's in, he must have already done the damage by now, and it's better not to make a scene here.
I somehow realized and agreed with him.

We approached my house by walk and I saw his Skoda on the porch!

Yes. He was in!

I took a moment to let that truth sink in.
My wife, my Meera, has been taken.
Taken by another man.
Sam stopped me from walking further.

"Do you want to make a scene?"

I stopped there. I didn't want to make a scene.
What now?
We waited. Each minute passed like an hour. I doubted if I'm doing the right thing by standing there. Actually what I was doing? I was waiting for a man to finish fucking my wife and leave. Each time I thought of her, an unknown feeling ignited in my stomach and it moved upward to my head. I kicked on the bricks that I found on the ground.

I wasn't even looking to my home and it was Sam who spotted Mr. Thomas coming out.
There I saw a man stepping out of my home. A man, who stole the complete access to the most valuable vault that I possessed, and yet managed to walk free like the sole owner of it. I stood there watching him drive away.
The door was closed. I couldn't see any sign of Meera even though I looked for it.
Sam asked me if he needs to accompany me. He was fearing that I might make a bad move when I see my wife.
I said that's not necessary.

Sam left after subjecting me ten minutes of more preaching.
I then walked slowly to my house. I walked a loser, like a man who's just got fired from his dream job.
While I stood in front of the door I thought about my previous days. I have imagined Meera having sex with Sunny and Shekhar a lot of times. It used to give me hard on but now my dick was dead like someone had beaten it to death. I suddenly realized that there's a huge difference between reality and imaginations. I wasn't prepared for this reality.

I opened the door using the spare key and got in. Meera was in the shower. The washing machine was on. Bedsheets were new. Nothing specific was there to prove what has just happened, yet everything was written all over the place. Loud and clear. My wife has just been fucked by another man. She has just spread her those milky legs and has just felt how it would be to receive it from someone else than her husband. He might have kissed her. Tasted her lips. All of her.
I sat on the bed like my first time ever in a bed. I felt it softer than I ever felt.
I felt pity for me.
I felt pity for Mr. Shekhar.
I felt pity for Sunny.

When Meera finished her bath, I was lying on the bed. I didn't want to face her and I faked sleeping.
I heard her asking me if I've slept. I didn't reply though I wanted to say I was dead.
I still don't know if I had slept that night.

In the days that followed, I felt self-disgust as it didn't take as many days as I expected to heal the pain caused by my wife's sexcapade. For that purpose, Sam's observation that Mr. Thomas is not going to come after her ever again also helped me. What surprised me even better was my excitement when I made love to her after six days. She too was excited, and I felt really good immediately after that. I suddenly started to feel okay with the incident. On the next day too, we had nice, long lovemaking session. We found ourselves engaged in long wet kisses and we spent more time active in bed than we were used to.

In a few days, I was able to think about Mr. Thomas without much difficulty. Yet, I was jealous of him. Whenever I saw Meera busy at housework, I started to stare at her specific body parts and imagine that Mr. Thomas might have kissed there, caressed there or touched there. That's when I started to get horny. Before I realized it, I was back in my secret world. All this happened within a span of two weeks.
Her next date with Mr. Shekhar came and went without much attention from me.
Those days I started drinking at a bar after finishing the work. I used to sit there alone and sip my drink.

Then, on a fine day, I met a man named Mohan. He didn't work for my firm but I met him at my workplace. Though he was very talkative, we got in close touch only when we spotted each other later in the bar. He was a funny guy who talked about anything and everything.
I wouldn't have to mention him here if not for he spotted an old man with a hot chick near reception next day at my workplace and mentioned it to me. I was just going to the reception side and Mohan asked me to check the lady. At reception, I found the old man, who was none other than Mr. Shekhar and the lady with him was Meera!
They didn't see me, as they were already leaving the place. I saw Meera getting into the backseat of his car with him and leaving.
I was surprised, and wondered why they were there. But since it wasn't a hangout place, there was nothing to put me in a worry.

When I got back to Mohan later, he quizzed me about the lady.
That's my wife Meera, my friend.
I said only in my mind, and laughed myself.

"That is his wife." I told mohan.
He was surprised more than I expected.

"Really, are you sure?"

I said, "Though I didn't see her face this time, I've seen them here together many times. That's his wife."

He was awestruck and immediately stopped the work he was doing at the moment.
For the next twenty minutes he went on to speak on my wife like it was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. I even wondered if he knew the truth and was playing with me.

But he wasn't. He believed me.
I asked him what's the big deal in seeing a young wife with mind blowing features. He said that's not the big deal, but seeing her with such an old man is. He said she'd be dying for a young dick, as that old man can never satisfy such a hot chic.
Mohan again went on to describe her figure in his words and added more insights on how he would fuck her if given a chance. I felt like I would punch him any next moment as he spoke.
But, to be honest, I also had a quick arousal. My mind and body were pulling me to the opposite directions. And I didn't hide it from him and asked him to stop.

I thought this as an innocent joke that I had with a man who wasn't even a colleague. But it wasn't.
That night Meera told me that she had met a man named Mohan in the evening. He walked up to her and immediately started a conversation with her. He was very funny and what's more funny about him is that he had seen her with Mr. Shekhar and had mistook them to be husband and wife. He even asked if theirs was a love marriage.
Meera laughed a lot while talking to me and said she fooled him by hiding the truth. She told him they're not married but they are in a live-in relationship.
I heard it all and acted as if I knew nothing. I wondered if I should tell the truth to Mohan when I see him at work next day.

Though this incident was played for fun for each other, I liked the possibility of Meera imagining herself in a relationship with Mr. Shekhar.

Next day when I met Mohan, he talked about meeting the old man's lady. He said his name is Mr. Shekhar and I replied I already knew his name. Then he said her name is Meera and they're not married but in a live-in relationship. At first, he told me everything Meera had already told me on the previous night and then went on to say things that Meera wouldn't even find in her distant dreams.

"Oh man, she is so fucking beautiful. When I was talking and looking at her face, you know, I could only imagine how she would moan in pleasure if I penetrate deep into her with my dick... on man, that fucking lucky bastard Shekhar! You know what a live-in relationship means? It means nothing but fuck buddies! Man, I bet she loves fucking!"

I grabbed on to the armrest of the wooden chair that I was sitting on and restricted myself from throwing and striking the whole chair on his head. The way he was talking about my wife instantly shot my blood pressure high. But I did nothing.

It didn't end there.
Next day after work Meera told me how the man she fooled the other day came to her help.
Her scooty had a starting trouble in the evening and Mr. Mohan spotted her in the mess. She hardly knows a thing about her scooty other than riding it. Mohan worked a bit on the scooty and it was okay.
Meera commented how good a man Mohan was. She even had given him her number.
I was surprised to hear Mohan be a good man. I remembered his words about her, and it ended in myself imagining how she would moan if he penetrated her with his dick.
That night I imagined myself as Mohan while I penetrated her with my dick and watched her face. It didn't have any such expressions that Mohan had told me. I later wondered if he could make any.

Next day I went to bar deliberately to meet Mohan and if possible, hear his view of the story.
Indeed, as I had guessed, he was a crooked mind. He told that he had himself tricked her scooty to cause a starting trouble.
As we sipped our drinks, he went on to give further details about how he impressed her and managed to get her phone number.
That night I wanted to test his comments again on her and see if there're any expressions but as I was drunk and Meera doesn't let me even touch her that way, meaning when I am drunk but she is not, I straightaway hit the washroom and wanked. I saw her moaning in pleasure in those moments. It was awesome.

In the days followed, I couldn't see Mohan as he had finished his work in my firm. He wasn't seen at the bar either. Meera too had nothing to share with me about him and my excitement peaked in those days because I began to feel Mohan not a threat anymore. I used to create wild imaginations about him and Meera. All of them ended on a familiar note: that Meera screaming out his name as in porn movies I've seen, and that I wanked myself to these thoughts in my washroom.

But after a week or so, Meera had news for me. It was when she was at a coffee shop sitting with Mr. Shekhar, she saw Mohan walking towards her. Meera was so embarrassed when he started talking to her that she stammered a bit in the beginning. However she managed to introduce Mohan to Shekhar and back by blurting out 'Mohan, this is Shekhar. And Shekhar, this is Mohan. He's a friend, he had helped me last week when my scooty had a problem'. Both the men had a brief chat before Mohan moved on.

Then Meera told Mr. Shekhar the truth. He laughed a lot hearing all the story. He said that's why he noticed a bit of jealousy in the young man's eyes. He also promised her to be at his best whenever he's with her in future because he had no idea when and where these type of men would bump into him.
Meera had a lot of fun explaining all these stories to me.
She met Mohan next day too while coming back from work.
Mohan was very funny this time. He wanted to talk about Mr. Shekhar. He said he doubted that her older man partner was showing her off. She at first acted being offended by his comment and warned him not to address Shekhar an old man. He was unfazed and maintained Mr. Shekhar was still a man who's showing her off because he's using a car while making his woman ride a bike.

"So what?" She asked.

"So that's because he wants the whole world to see his young and sexy wife.."

"No, it's my own choice to use the bike."
She replied quickly, ignoring the 'sexy wife' comment. And added,
"And he's not an old man for me, for he is very good at things he does for me."

Mohan was too dirty to say she must not forget there are things that a younger partner can easily outdo him at.
Meera told me how dare he was to say that. But her face betrayed her and I could see that she had fun hearing him say that.
That night she had chat messages from Mohan. He wanted to know if she has told her old man about the things she boasted him to be capable of.
She sent an angry face in reply and shared the fun with me. Mr. Mohan was seriously after her. But I wanted to add fuel to the fire. I urged her to shared it with Mr. Shekhar too.

She at first discarded the idea but later she took it up. She messaged a hi to Shekhar and after some earlier chats, she called him. Though I was watching TV, my complete attention was towards her as she talked and laughed over the phone for the next fifteen minutes.
Shekhar was even funnier. He said she's pushing the old man in himself out of the boundary and he's gonna hit the gym very next morning. He suggested that she must give him a fitting reply that her old man is in the shower and is preparing to give her everything that a young man could provide her.
The game was on and I watched it progress in real time.
She replied Mohan exactly what Shekhar suggested to her and she showed me his reply in two minutes.

It read like this: "Wow! Wow! Wow!"

I saw her chatting with him nonstop for the next ten minutes.

Next week she had a small birthday party at a colleague's home. She rarely wears saree and that day was one of those rare occasions. When she was coming back, Mohan bumped into her. He stepped out of his car only to check her out and he did it in a deliberate manner. He then confessed how jealous he is at Mr. Shekhar for owning this beauty all for him. He was completely in awe and full of praise for her.
I could see from her face how bewildered she was at that moment. I knew she was holding herself back to me and I kept asking for details. She let them go part by part.
He asked me if I'm made of milk.
What secret magic does that old man possess that help him own this beauty?
And he had asked her out!

I was like, "really? Isn't it too far?"
She said she refused him with a smile and he didn't push further.
That night, after our usual lovemaking rituals I asked her what type of date would be Mohan expecting. She was sure that it's a coffee date. She was sure that he wouldn't dare anything beyond that simply because of the fact that he knows her husband Shekhar.
She used the term 'my husband Shekhar' and it caught my attention immediately.
I teased her on that.

"Mmm... Your husband Shekhar, huh?"

She tried to defend her at first, but then once realised, she agreed.

"Yeah, my husband, no, not husband, but my live-in partner Shekhar!"

We had a quick pinching game before she returned to my question.
Why I was asking about the date suggestion.
I ended up saying the most foolish thing to have come out of my mouth in recent times.

"I think it's okay if it's just a coffee date."

I regretted saying this the very next moment but my stupid conscience stopped me from accepting it and taking it back.
Meera thanked me for being such a nice husband and hugged me. Like a fool who had spent his trump card at the earliest rounds of the game itself, I lay there, listening to her thanking me for trusting her.
I was also amazed at the speed in which Mohan moved closer to her. I wanted to meet Mohan as soon as possible. I had his number already and I called him after the work next day. I asked him if he's coming to the bar. He wasn't coming. But next day he came and we met.
At first he talked about normal things eventhough I wanted him to straightaway start talking about Meera. But I didn't want to seem like I cared too much about it, hence I held myself back.

However, eventually he came to the point.
He said I'll be surprised if I knew how close he has now become to her. And I was, when he revealed that he had coffee with her that evening.
He had cracked it with her and she was able to talk personal matters. He explained how she enjoyed flirting with him. It seems the old man doesn't have enough time for her. She had even told Mohan that she and Shekhar maintains a weekly lovemaking schedule!

"Krish, can you believe it? Just once in a week! How pathetic, isn't it? She deserves to be fucked twice a day!"
Mohan declared.

At home Meera too had news to share. She said she had accepted his coffee offer that evening. She said he was very flirty. She expected him to be a good lover to whoever it's concerned. I kept asking for more and then she revealed the naughty part.
That Mr. Shekhar and she makes love once in a week. I acted surprised, saying why she cut down the numbers, and she should have said her actual frequency instead. She said she thought about Mr. Shekhar and she calculated that's what he may be capable of. She burst into laugh saying that she had at first thought about saying once in a fortnight. I too laughed with her. It was very fun to talk like that but I never realised I was actually laughing at myself.
Mohan said it's very sad numbers and he would love to help her. She was quite shocked to hear it openly but Mohan went on to promise her that he'll request Mr. Shekhar to increase the frequency of making love. He had got her bursting into laugh and teased her further asking her the frequency he should demand from her partner. He suggested that twice a day will be good for her. She had had too much fun with him.
I commented she should discuss this with Mr. Shekhar also, like asking about his frequencies or the frequency he'd like to maintain with her. She started beating me with a pillow for that.

Later that night she got a message from Mohan saying it's cold out there and he's thinking of demanding a frequency of thrice a day. I saw Meera replying him a number of times and blushing each time reading his message. She told me that she never had this much fun fooling someone.
You're fooling someone else, and I'm fooling myself. I said in mind as I tried to force myself to sleep, ignoring the boner that I was hiding in my shorts.

Next week again, Mohan asked her out. I didn't know how to stop her. He was a man she could safely hangout with. I don't know how he manages to look like a safe date to her while harbouring so much dirty thoughts about every part of her body. She never told me that he said this, and it was a dirty comment. She always said he made this dirty statement and it was fun to hear.

That was a Friday. In the morning she told me that she'd go for a coffee with him after work. I asked her to make sure they finish it before the dark.
She came late however, though it wasn't dark either. She came at six thirty. I had become worried a bit by the time she showed up and I told her about it. She was quick to be turned off. She said if I wasn't okay with it, I should have told her. She went on to pronounce that she doesn't want to go with Mohan ever again and made me regret expressing my care.
I had to make a lot of apologies and cuddling to get her back in to her fun mode and speaking about the date.
More than a dozen kisses on all over her face, that's what it took her share it all.
It was was a small pub this time. She was waiting at the place when Mohan arrived in a car and he insisted that they go this new place. It was a nearby pub where no rush exists in day time. They had a couple of glasses of wine each during the entire time they spent there.
He was at his flirty best, she said. Though she seemed pretty impressed of the date, nothing was there for me that's worth mentioning here.

But it wasn't the case when I met Mohan at the bar on next day. He said he and his dream girl had hot kissing session on Friday!
I sat there, with my mouth open and unable to move any part of my body for a whole minute hearing that.
He said he had taken her to KR Wines on Friday evening. After a couple of drinks from there, he was to drop her back to where she was picked up from. But when he sensed an opportunity in the empty parking space, he wasn't the one to miss it.

Meera was wearing a floral frock with a red jacket and looked absolutely stunning as well as inviting. Mohan said he couldn't stop himself and he went straight to her lips and went deep at the very first chance. Though she pulled him away quickly, he had got the very warm taste of her soft lips. He didn't stop there and went to do it again. This time too, she protested but it was minimal, when he pressed his lips on to her. This time longer and deeper, she opened her mouth for him. She enjoyed his kiss. His hands quickly found a way to her boobs and he caressed them over the clothes. He managed to feel all over her twin softness before she regained herself. She pushed him back and said she's scared like hell. He looked straight into hey eyes and he saw the sparks there. They left soon.
His story didn't end there.
When he texted her at night, she wasn't replying at first. But he kept messaging until she responded. She tried to scold him but he was unfazed. He said he knew she had enjoyed it when it happened no matter what she felt afterwards. And she ended up admitting it.

I knew it's not heading to the right places. Though I had an instant hard on, I didn't want to enjoy it. What was upsetting to me more was not the fact that she was kissed but the fact that she admitted she enjoyed it.
What did that mean?
She liked him? Or she liked the kiss only?
Is she going to repeat it?
I decided that next time when she tells me that about a date with him, I would oppose it straightaway.
That night there was no sex as I was drunk and she wasn't. I resorted to help myself in the washroom, while I waited for the Sunday to come.
Sunday came. Day was gone and night came. I literally jumped on to the bed with her. I wanted to kiss the same lips, feel the same boobs that Mohan had two days ago. I was as hard s possible, way too much excited, and ended up cumming too earlier. She insisted another round but I was limp and spent completely.
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