Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

Two days later, I met Mohan at the bar and he quickly made it clear; today's drinks are on him. Once the drinks arrived, he dropped the bomb: That he made it! He had ultimate taste of the chick on the floor, just a day before.

I didn't believe it at first. I strongly thought he's lying. But it didn't matter anymore whether I believed it or not. Mohan shared it all as I sat like a student listening to the stories from his master.

It happened on the previous day. Monday is the day I leave late from work. That had nothing to do with it as according to Mohan Meera had left her office early at noon. Mohan had asked her out without naming the place which was his flat. She hesitated a bit on reaching there but she never stopped following him. She was wearing a purple T-shirt with light cotton pants, looking plump in parts and sexy in all.

Mohan opened a new bottle of wine as she sat in the couch. She made him promise that he won't push her for than two rounds. He kept his promise in every way as the date progressed.
After finishing her second glass she quit dunking, maintaining her two rounds only rule. She then walked around to see all his wall paintings. There were a lot of them. Among them, there was one that's quite an erotic one in which a nude girl was embraced by a man equally nude, hiding her front areas by his hands. It was when she was observing it closely, Mohan hugged her from behind and asked her if it was the pose. She laughed and talked, but never stopped him. She was in. He turned her to him and their lips met. There was no stopping since then, and he soon walked her to his bedroom.

"Oh man, she's such a joy!"
Mohan sighed and rubbed his crotch with left hand.
I was also itching to rub myself. I was hard.
Lucky bastard! I looked at him jealously.

Mohan went on to say she apparently wanted a good cock. A strong man. She had pure lust in her eyes when she held and put a condom on his fully erect penis. That's exactly he provided her. Her facial expressions were exactly the ones he had imagined as he pounded her harder. She moaned and screamed and when his dick hit the innermost of her love hole. She was the one to cum first and she let him know it by making a suppressed scream. He then bursted into the condom, while she hugged him tight and opened her mouth to kiss his. She offered him her tongue which he sucked along with her now swollen lips.

Later in the night, she texted him it was so good. But she also promised that please don't expect another one.
As I sat listening to him how he screwed my wife in a way that even I felt myself envying, I was slowly reaching to a conclusion. That my life isn't going to be the same. What I had messed with was the most delicate thing in my life. I had damaged it. I had lost control of the ship. I wasn't the captain, anymore.

But one thing that I could not understand even though I pondered over it for hours, and days.
Why, Meera?
Why did you do this? This wasn't something that happened accidentally. It was a deliberate incident. She wanted it happen. Mohan had been sure about it from the moment she had accepted to follow him. She was a woman who longed for a good fuck.
What does that mean? Am I not good enough?
Am I not a man?

I couldn't digest that. Because, if i weren't good enough, then what I was giving her every other night? What she was receiving from me when she was moaning in pleasure those nights? Was she faking it? I had heard about girls faking it to please their men but I couldn't believe my wife would do it to please me. It wasn't simply possible to be true in my life, I thought.
All hell was breaking loose in my mind.
My world had collapsed.
By the time I reached home I was pretty drunk.

I was hit severely with my wife's betrayal. But there was something that crossed my mind only after a few drunken days. That was, I had never thought of confronting Meera. Not even a single time for the first three days.

After three days, I started thinking why I didn't think about it. i could have stormed into her bed screaming to her that she's a bitch. She's a cheat. But I didn't. Because, as I deduced in a few more days, I was the one who had been more responsible than her for it. She was merely a pawn in my game. My fantasy game. I had invited it, and when it's discovered, I didn't have no one else to blame.
I wanted to cry. Scream. But I did neither of it.
I visited the bar everyday and crawled to home. Crawled under my blanket. Slept next to her without making any move.
Next Sunday night Meera warned me about my drinking habit. I knew I was drinking everyday. So Monday I decided to go home straightaway from work. Meera was happy to see me.

In the bed, she thanked me for listening to her.
We were under the blanket and she turned my head to her.

"It's been more than a week. What happened to you?" She asked.

I looked into her eyes. Even in the dim light, I could see in there what she wants. But I wanted to ignore her. I wanted to act angry myself.
But that night she didn't want to spare me. She said she's the boss. She was.
She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my shorts down. Her hands moved around my whole body and each time it moved over my jockey, I sensed it growing an inch, without my permission. It had grown to its maximum when she pulled my jockey down and had her fingers around it. I was completely naked and she was still wearing her black shimmy and white floral skirt. She had everything to seduce a man but me. My body had surrendered to her but my mind was still fighting an inner battle.

She apparently had another ideas. She slowly climbed on top of me and sat on my waist. Slowly raising her skirt without letting me see the secrets, she rubbed my dick into her crotch. She wasn't wearing a panty.
Next thing I knew was her lips on mine, with her mouth wide open. After giving me the wettest kiss of my life, she adjusted her hip, and I was forced to close my eyes, as my dick was slowly entering her warm hole. It was one of the most wonderful feeling that I ever had while entering her.
"I'm the boss tonight, krish.."

She whispered again and started to move her hip back and forth. I still hadn't let myself go, and I stuck to my earlier stone face.
Yes you're the boss, do whatever you want with my life. I said in my mind.
She leaned forward and held on to my chest as she found a rhythm, moving her hip like a pro. Soon her body was taking it seriously, and she leaned even further. Then she was moving her hip up and down.

I didn't know when I started to melt, but it happened in one of those moments. I forgot that this woman had cheated on me a week ago. I forgot that I was angry. She had lowered her upper body further and had begun to throw her waist up into her air, slurping my dick completely into her hole.
She panted and cried out my name.
I surrendered.

"Meera....my baby...."

"I love you krish...."

I loved her too. There was no doubt in that. Ever. And I wanted to scream it out. But I had reached the places I had never been to.
I opened my mouth as I was thirsty.

"You want my juice baby?"

She asked me and I could only moan.
Next thing I had in my mouth was her saliva, drooling from her mouth. It had all the warmth of her lips. Her tongue. Her love. Her everything. I swallowed it and parted my lips again. She stopped a moment, held me face with both her palms and spat into my mouth, and resumed riding me like a machine. I swallowed again and moaned like a girl. I then heard her crying...

"I'm cumming ... Krish I'm cumming....mmm"

She collapsed on me and stopped moving. In a moment my hip automatically started thumping up. Two pushes, that was all I took for shooting my juice, deep into her.
I was learning the pleasure of real lovemaking and Meera spat many more times into my mouth. Deep into my mouth, and I swallowed it all very lovingly.
She then kissed me and ate my lips as I hugged her tight to me. She said it was the best sex ever in her life. It was true for me too.
She later mentioned that I loved her saliva and I nodded.

"Do you want more?" She asked.

I nodded and opened my mouth.
She gave me a light slap across my cheek and teased me saying not now.

That night was the best sex I've ever had until then and I forgot everything that happened a week ago. Only thing that remembered was the warmness of her saliva.

Next day I got a call from Mohan asking me if I'm coming to the bar. He had something to celebrate with me and first thing I felt was a electric shock passing through my spine. His celebration could be my funeral.

At bar, he quickly offered me free booze. I doubted if I should accept it or break his head with a bear bottle. Yet I patiently asked if he got lucky again with the woman. His reply really soothed my mind and saved his life. He said the treat was for something else, that he had cleared all the hurdles for his foreign job.
He was going abroad in three days.
I stood up and congratulated him with all my heart. I was also feeling very relaxed because Mohan was also going away from my wife's vicinity.
But that solace was short-lived, as Mohan answered his first question. He said he had got lucky again, on previous day. Monday. Afternoon.

Monday. Afternoon! I repeated it in my mind.

Mohan explained it all, again. When he told Meera about his abroad move, she asked for a treat. That was it. He picked her up from her office at three. The route were the same. She asked him where is he taking her and he said he's taking her a place where she needs to be taken one last time. She knew where it is, and kept blushing till they reached his flat.

Once inside, she was all his. No words spoken. Her blue shirt and dark blue denim were removed even before they reached his bed. There he worshipped her milky thighs and shaved wet pussy with his lips and tongue. Mohan openly admitted that he licked her hole for a good five minutes to bring her to the closer to her first orgasm. It was then he offered her his fully hard dick to feel and with a small gesture she grabbed him and took him in her mouth!

I sat listening that glorious feet Mohan achieved, as I recalled how she had refused me a fellatio in the past, even after repeated request from me. She always maintained it's an unhealthy practice. And here, she voluntarily sucked this man's dick from top to bottom to almost making him cum in her mouth. She then spread her legs for him to receive what she was due, as she moaned with each of his thrust. He fucked her for good amount of time to make her reach her first orgasm.

They weren't done yet. After some sweet-talk and cuddling, he sat her on top of him and she ride him like a horse. Her boobs danced in tune to her movements and she screamed to reach her second shot of the day. That was enough for him, and he let it go and shot his load and filled his condom. She removed it from him and took notice of the quantity of his semen.

"Who's better now, your old man or this young man?"

He asked her.
She said it's been the best sex she ever had in her life.

"Oh man she's such a..."
Mohan stopped unfinished.

I didn't find a right word to name my wife.
She was a bitch but I couldn't call her so.
I loved her so much.
And I was sure what had inspired her to fuck my brain out last night. She had got the idea and put it into practice with me.
She has sucked him, and later spat into my mouth.
All happened on the same day.

That night, as I drove home, my dick was hard.
I didn't feel like she cheated on me.
She was just experimenting, so that she could please me later.
That night, when Meera was asleep, I walked to the washroom and masturbated, imagining her sucking a cock.
I wasn't sure who's cock was that.
Once finished, I got back to bed, hugged Meera tight and whispered in her ears.

"I love you baby....."

Next day I asked Meera if there's anything new about Mohan. She said he was about to leave for Canada in a week. She had not told me about that because I wasn't asking. I had been talking very less for a week. However, everything changed on Monday night.
Mr. Mohan departed as per the plan. I was the happiest and I wished him all success and wished he get it all so well there that he may settle in Canada forever. I didn't want him come back. Once he was gone, I felt very good. I forgot whatever he did to me. I forgot whatever Meera did to me. I gave him credit for resurrecting my sex life.
I made love to Meera in the nights followed and all of them were pretty good even though Monday never repeated. Most of my devilish imaginations had faded.

A week later, Meera went hometown to attend her grandma's death anniversary. Tenth or something, it's an annual ritual.
I also had made arrangements to sell an ancestral property at hometown but I couldn't go because of my job. But Meera has no problem dealing such things. Sale was done without any delay and we had the money in the bank.
I could now repay Sunny's debts. I contacted Sunny's aids and they said Sunny will be out for few days soon. I asked them why should we wait for him as I had the money at the moment. They said Sunny had told them not to take money from me unless he says so.
I immediately realised his plan.

He wanted to visit my home again for this purpose. And his target is none other than Meera!
Is he gonna contact Meera as he had promised her the other day?
Just a thought of him coming back to Meera was enough for me.
Again my devilish mind woke up. Meera was still at hometown and I slept alone every night. Every night I thought about Sunny and Meera together. The more I thought, the more I was drawn to it. I masturbated every night and every morning.
By the time Meera arrived, I had thought of every possible way she could meet up with Sunny.

Two weeks passed and I got a call from Sunny. He said he was coming for the money. I agreed upon to ready the cash on Saturday.
But then I freaked out.
Saturday, I'll be home. Meera will be home. What if he gets rude and misbehave with me in front of Meera? The fact that Meera is my wife will only tempt him to humiliate me.

But what if I stay away and let Meera face him? That idea simply gave way to another idea. I felt an instant hard on.
A part of me wanted nothing bad should happen against my love life. But my body was seducing my mind.
My eyes wanted to watch Meera with Sunny. My ears wanted to hear them talk.

Saturday morning I told Meera that I had to leave for work and would comeback afternoon only. I told her that my rich friend Mr.Sunny might come, and if he does, she should hand over the cash bag. I left just before she goes to shower and drove away.
I parked the car a few turns away and rushed to home. I entered through the front door carefully after hiding my shoes in the garden. Meera was still inside the bathroom.

Without wasting a moment, I quickly crawled under the bed.
I put mobile in flight mode and waited.
But it was a tough task. Meera finished her bath and I watched her feet moving around. She did some household tasks quickly, arranging things here and there, and then started watching TV.
Three hours passed like three days and Sunny didn't come. I realised it was a bad idea but since she Meera was sitting in the living room or cooking in the kitchen, I could not leave.

I had become dozy. I knew if I stay there, I would end up sleeping and would eventually get caught if I snore.
By then I had also come to a conclusion that Sunny might have cancelled his plan. May be he was caught again by security officer, I thought at that moment. When I saw Meera going to washroom, I quickly crawled out of hiding. I silently walked out, from my room, from my house, to the car. I drove away without thinking of a destination.
Since I hadn't had lunch that I was tired. I thought I would return to home and have lunch. That's when I spotted, actually he spotted me, Mr. Shekhar at a traffic signal. He gestured me that he wants to talk.
I found a parking and waited for him. He came and asked if I'm busy. He wanted to have a discussion with me. He too hadn't had lunch and he took me to a restaurant.

He wanted to talk about Meera. He wanted her to leave her current job for one that he had found with a better profile. He had talked to Meera about it but she wasn't as enthusiastic as he was about it. She sited various reasons to him, and refused to consider the offer.
I thought if Meera wasn't convinced, then there must be a reason for it. I asked what makes this one better than the other one. He gave me a detailed report that included the pros that he saw and the cons she saw.
Actually that job was the same except for the pay. It was a couple of thousands higher. Otherwise it was all about the companies. Mr. Shekhar had apparently found better options with this new one and he had made the change. But what he missed there was a person who would provide him with plenty of support. The support he was used to enjoy from Meera. He had access to place anyone in that chair but Meera was his best bet.
The food had arrived. It has a long menu, and it took long for us to finish it. And our discussion was even longer.
So Mr. Shekhar wanted me to discuss this with her. Obviously I was impressed with whatever he had told me, mainly because of the monitory benefit. I promised him what he sought from me.

He dropped me back at where I had parked my car and left.
While I was driving home I wondered what might have prompted Meera to decline it. I couldn't find a reason.
It was quarter past five when I reached home. I thought I would discuss about the offer straightaway but she dropped a bomb immediately. Sunny had come at noon and she gave him the money!

"At noon? At what time?"

I asked out of sudden impulse and quickly regretted it.
She looked at me like why the timing is so important. I felt a need to explain it.

"I mean, I had left the workplace before noon and was to reach here by noon. But I met Mr. Shekhar and got late."

"Oh really, you spent the whole time with him?"

She seemed keen to know about what I did at work and all that day, and she didn't look original. Maybe I was imagining that because I was doubting her. I even checked the bed. It was intact. She later said Sunny had coffee with her. She mentioned he sat in the couch and appreciated our wall decor.
I wanted to know what did he talk. What else did you do together.
And I wanted to ask if he was as good as Mohan. But I couldn't.
I still don't know if Sunny had made it that day. Yet I strongly believed that it had happened. The night that followed had even more to strengthen my doubts.
She was eager to take me to bed in the night. She wanted to dominate me like the other day. She took all my clothes off but didn't take a single clothe off her for the entire night, though I begged for it. I wanted her to remove her printed designer top and gift me with what she's hiding inside her white bra. But she gifted me only those beautiful eyes.

"You want me? You want my tits? You want my lips? You want my kiss? You want your Meera?"
She kept asking and I kept nodding yes, yes, yes.
But she gave me none. She climbed on top of me and consumed me in her pussy. I was elevated to another world as she began to ride me. In that world , that wasn't night but noon. It wasn't me but Sunny she was riding in that bed. I didn't envy him, because I had become him. I wished if she mistakenly pronounce me Sunny. Each time she whispered krish, my baby, I heard it Sunny, my baby. Then she asked me if I wanted her juice.

I knew what's coming. And at the moment, I wanted it. I opened my mouth and nodded yes. I saw plain saliva drooling from her lips. I raised my head in anticipation and consumed it even before it left her lips. She kept rocking me with her hip and spat into my mouth many more times. I swallowed it all like an essential until she made me cum harder like no other nights. I panted like I've just finished a marathon.

I almost believed that she had sex with Sunny on that day. But the very next morning I found possibilities of truth to be otherwise. Meera was sexually aroused by night. What if she had rejected Sunny's advances even though she was turned on by them then or later? What if she wanted it but Sunny was too busy? What if both of them wanted it happen but she was too scared of my untimely return because it was Saturday? What if Sunny was expecting me and came with no mood?

Two people sitting together doesn't mean they'll necessarily end up in bed. There can be a hundred reasons for them to save the day. May be they might have thought they'll make it another day. Perhaps they might have even discussed about a safe place. Who knows?
Though I had these all possibilities in my mind, I preferred to believe that they had sex in my own bed that day.
They had a furious fucking session on par with what Mohan had a month ago. That's it.
Next morning I woke up with these ideas and I was hard in my shorts. I tried to contain it peacefully at first, only in vain, and I ended up shaking myself in the bathroom.
Not once. Many, many times.

I saw the car parked in the porch, and tried to guess who may be the guest. I at first thought like if I stand there and keep guessing, I could eventually make out his name. But then I scolded myself; it's my house, why should I do these type of stupid games? I immediately found my earlier thought very amusing and giggled myself as I walked inside. I saw the man sitting in the couch, facing away from me. Why this couch is suddenly changed to this position? Who did this? I asked myself new questions during the microseconds that I took walking around the couch to see the man's face.
It was Mohan.
I wanted to say Hi but no sound came out of my mouth. It didn't surprise me either, as if I was expecting my numbness.
He saw me but completely ignored me. He was talking to Meera. But she wasn't there.

"If you don't come out, I will tell krish that we've had sex in my apartment! I will tell him that you're coming with me"

I could understand what he was talking about but I deliberately choose to ignore him and walked to the kitchen. I wanted to see her. I was walking and I heard her sound from the shower.

"Oh come on, I want you to tell him those stories. He likes to hear stories!"

What? What stories? I thought myself and turn back to Mohan and he wasn't there in the couch. He was gone!

I woke up in a jolt. I was immediately surprised that it was just a dream. It was so real. I sat up in my bed and looked at the clock on the wall. It was 3A.M.

Meera was sleeping next to me.

I looked around to various objects kept in our room to make sure I'm not dreaming yet. It was so confusing. Why the hell I dreamed of Mohan now? And his words were still echoing in my ears.
I will tell krish that we've had sex. And you're coming with me?
Suddenly a thought invaded my mind. What if Mohan was trying to fool me with those stories? What if they all were just his fantasies, like mine? What if he had been chasing her and failed?
There were more thoughts. All of them tried to reason with me that Mohan was lying to me.
Though he tried his best, he wasn't able to lay her!

It was a dream that kept questing me over next few days. Mohan had said that he had sex with Meera, but how can I be so sure? The only thing I had in support of that view is the way she made love to me on that night. But what if she was naturally aroused to behave that way?
A thousand questions. A thousand answers. A thousand possibilities.
In the end, a question remained, unanswered.
Did my wife cheat on me with that man?

I discussed with Meera about Mr. Shekhar's suggestion. She instantly turned angry at him because he tried to induce her husband for something she had refused.

She revealed that Mr. Shekhar wasn't collaborating with her firm for more than a month and now he wants her to follow him to work for the team which actually is her current firm's market adversary. For me it didn't make much sense. She wasn't the owner. She doesn't have to think that deeper. She said she and her colleagues are a team which forms the backbone of the branch. If she leaves, that will be termed as nothing but backstabbing.
I asked what if she tells them that her husband is forcing her and she can't deny him. She looked at me like she heard a joke. At that moment I felt like I didn't possess any value or power in her life. I didn't. Her eyes screamed that. She had the upper hand in my life, and this wasn't a breaking news. This incident just underlined that fact.

I conveyed my helplessness to Mr. Shekhar. I don't know how he might have thought of me. Perhaps, a man who had absolutely no control over his wife. But it was just my assumptions as he didn't make any sign that showed contempt towards me.
Few days later he called me. He said he was missing us. He suggested we do something together for fun. I was confused first. Then he suggested we go and watch a T20 match that was happening on Saturday. I immediately agreed, as I heard him promising to arrange the tickets.
He then told Meera too the same and I didn't have to ask her. She was ready.

Saturday he reached our home in the morning. Meera was getting ready and she told me to prepare him coffee. I felt a bit shy for her ordering me so open to prepare coffee for him but I relented. As he enjoyed hot coffee, I noticed his shining Mercedes parked outside.
I couldn't hide my excitement as I walked around it. Mr. Shekhar asked if I wanted to test drive it and I instantly obliged. But I couldn't do much as Meera announced she's ready before I move it more than a few yards. I smiled at Mr. Shekhar helplessly. He noticed my disappointment and said if I want I can drive it to the stadium. I wanted it.

Meera wore a light green camisole with a brown jacket and a black denim. She matched a sunglass with it and looked absolutely gorgeous.
Mr. Shekhar exchanged some genuine compliments and opened front door for her.
She saw me in the driver's seat and backed off, saying it's too rude to leave Mr. Shekhar alone in the back seat.
I instantly agreed with her thinking. I could have suggest Mr. Shekhar to take front seat and let her take rear seat, but without thinking much due to my excitement of driving a Benz, I instead suggested her to sit with Mr. Shekhar in the rear seat. Mr. Shekhar smiled and opened back door for Meera. She thanked Mr. Shekhar for his compliments when he sat next to her.

I concentrated on the driving for the next sixty kilometres. Mr. Shekhar and Meera did all the talking. They joked and laughed together and I remained a mere listener. In middle of those jokes were the ones she had made up from Mohan. In that, she and he were a couple. Mr. Shekhar asked her what will she say if Mr. Mohan happens to see them together. She said she'd stick to what she had said earlier; that they're a couple.

"What about krish?"

"I'll say he's our driver."

She said and laughed. Mr. Shekhar too. I had to imitate laughing.
But then I realised it. I had become their driver.
We reached the place and got a nice place to watch the match. Meera indeed attracted a lot of eyes and Mr. Shekhar mentioned about it. He told me that I have a beautiful wife, again.

As the match progressed, Meera's dress wasn't the same throughout the match. She tied her jacket around her waist and the camisole showcased best of her curves. I saw many eyes measuring up her inch by inch.
I was hugely turned on by the attention she's got from the public. I wondered if Mr. Shekhar was also feeling the same.
The match was a thriller that was decided on the last ball only and we, along with the crowd, erupted in madness, screaming high. While coming back, I volunteered to drive again. After forty something kilometres he suggested a deviation and it ended at the parking lot of a restaurant.
He lead us inside and it was a pub. With dim lights and lethally energetic music, it looked a place to visit. As we found a nice couch at a corner, I noticed a crowd at the other end. That was a dance floor.

"We'll go there later."

Mr. Shekhar said. He and I were sitting at either sides of Meera. She checked the menu and she named a wine for her. Mr Shekhar quickly rejected it. He said she can select a hot drink only. She selected a vodka then. I went for what Mr. Shekhar did.
I saw couples walking towards the dance floor and the crowd was growing. After one hour or so, we also hit there. Meera pulled me to the floor at first and we danced to a latest Bollywood track. It was a remix version and it lasted more than ten minutes. It followed an English track which I couldn't say whether a remix or what; but it was awesome. Meera was back to her stadium outfit, as she tied the jacket to her hip.
I stopped when the track finished. Mr. Shekhar was watching us.
He complemented her dance and said she was the centre of attraction on the floor.

"You should also dance!"

Meera held his hand and said. I also felt the same. I didn't have anything in my mind. It wasn't that I wanted to see my wife dancing with someone else. I told her that you should take him to the dance floor.

"After all, he's your live-in partner."

I was relating to the 'Mohan joke' and they both smiled.
The track was a slower one with enough beat that allowed interested takers to dance faster. But I saw Mr. Shekhar putting his arm around her waist and moving in tune with the song. His steps were quite attractive, and instantly earned everybody's attention. One after another, I watched the whole crowd on the floor switching to those moves. It was quite something to see a fifty year old man making those youngsters follow him on the dance floor. As the song ended, I saw Meera walking towards me. I thought she might be tired. But she quickly untied her jacket and handed it to me. And without saying a word, she walked back to Mr. Shekhar.

I stood there holding her jacket, watching them move their hips together, until the end of the song. I saw many boys ogling at her curves even though they were with their girls. By the time they finished and we exited the pub, I had started struggling with a rock inside my pants.
I was forced to take the driver seat again, as I feared Meera might find my hardness. A part of my mind wanted to show her that I'm turned on seeing her dancing with him, while another part of it questioned me what if she doesn't like it.

I sat alone like a real driver and drove. Mr. Shekhar and Meera sat together with their hand in hand like a real couple and chatted. It wasn't merely chatting. They were flirting with each other. If I share all those details here, the story won't end.
We reached home at midnight. She invited him inside. Saying that he'll leave soon, he came in. I took out a bottle of whisky and poured in two glasses. Meera brought a wine bottle and asked if it's okay that she's taking wine. He was quick to take away her glass saying no, no wine, young lady.

"We don't have vodka here."
She said.

He said he has. He went to his car and returned with a new bottle of vodka.
Soon we were drinking at the comfort of our own couch.
At that time there was a power cut. The lights went off, and battery powered lights, along with the decorative lights in the showcase lit up. It was just a few moments, and the power was back. Mr. Shekhar suggested that we've got some nice lights that can turn the living room to the right ambience of a pub. Meera said really? and she switched off the main lights and switched on all the decorative lights.
Mr. Shekhar was correct. We had the right kind of lights. Red lights from the sides, it was glowing like I had never noticed. Meera went a step further, as she switched on the stereo too.

"How's now?"

She asked him.

"I told you!"

He poured another round of drinks.
Meera asked me to shake legs with her.

"No!"
I quickly took my glass and began sipping it.
I suggested she can dance with Mr. Shekhar. He's better dancer.
He quickly got up and walked to her. It seemed he too wanted to dance. She removed her jacket and threw it to me and turned her complete attention to her man. He put his hands around her hip, and her hands on his chest. The dance was more intimate than what they had in the pub. I poured another drink before they finished that song.

I sensed my dick getting harder again yet I was completely relaxed. I saw Meera turning her back to him and still moving her hip in tune to the slow track. His hands were around her belly and as he stood that closer, I saw his hip rubbing on her butt. I was sure that he's as hard as me and it was visible that she had no problem with him rubbing it onto her.
I wanted to take out my dick and shake it hard. Though I had come to know that my wife was fucked my two men, or may be three men, it was the first time when I saw her sexually active with another man. And this sight, not only made me not angry but also made me enjoy a new feeling.
He said something in her ear. His lips were so close to her, and it looked like he's kissing her.
She looked at me and smiled.

"Are you enjoying our dance honey?"

"Mmm.. Yeah... Yeah!"

I stammered.
His hands now had made a firm grip around her belly. They were facing towards me.
He looked at me.

"What are you seeing, Krish? An old man with a young lady?"

Before I could reply, she turned her face to him and smiled. I doubted her lips touched his face.
"
No, not at all, Shekhar. I'm seeing a man with a girl."

"And what do you think of my girl?"

Meera kept grinning.

"She's very beautiful."

"That's all?"

"Mmm.. No, she's... Hot. Totally sexy."

Meera nodded her head and touched his face with her left hand without turning back.

"You like her?"

"Yes.. Yes I like her."

"You want to make love to her tonight?"

This time she turned her face to him and pinched his cheek. She said something that I couldn't grasp. I was awestruck with his question.

"Yes.. I want to."

"Okay. But only for one night, after that you'll return her to me. Promise me...."

"I promise... Only for tonight."

"And after that?"

"After that she's yours!"

She laughed high and pinched him hard.
He made a sound "ouch!"

Then he pushed her to me and she fell on my lap.

"Come on, don't waist time. It's already midnight!"

He said grabbing his glass and sat on the couch next to us.

"Are you going to make love to me? When he's watching?"

Meera asked me.

"I said yes, if he has no problem."

"Okay then"
She said and kissed me. On my lips. I hugged her and opened my mouth to consume all of her soft lips. We kissed like a teenage couple on their first date, and ended up giggling.

"Okay, I'll take her to bed once you leave."
I turned to Mr. Shekhar.

"That means I'll have to leave now."

He said with a smile.
We both said no, that's not what we meant.
He laughed, saying he's joking.

"You're damn fun, Mr. Shekhar."
Meera shook hands with him and sat on the couch, between us.
He finished his glass and announced its too late and time to leave. We both also, finished our drinks.
Before he got up, she said she has been thinking about his job proposal and she is ready to accept it.
Mr. Shekhar as well as me were surprised.

"Really?" He asked again.

"Yup!"

"Oh my goodness!"

I said "wow!"

Mr. Shekhar looked at me.

"Krish, your wife is really something. This is something that I feel celebrating. I want to kiss her, right now. May I?"

The way he asked was so timely that I forgot to hear it fully before I said, "oh yeah, sure."
Next thing I saw was my wife being pulled into him and his face pressing to hers. It was dim light, and her hair blocked my view, and I couldn't see how they were kissing. But they were were kissing. I mean he was kissing her. Two or three seconds. Then everything was back.
He thanked me for everything. Thanked her for everything. He thanked me for promising him to return her later. He thanked her for the kiss. And he left.
I turned to her and asked about the kiss.

"Kiss? It was...mmmmm...."

She paused a moment and climbed on to my lap.

"Taste it yourself!"

And she kissed me. Wild. Wet. Long.

"Fuck me now, krish!"

She said. I was hearing that word from her for the first time. But I didn't care at the moment.

"I can't hold any more Krish.."

She whispered and pulled up her camisole. I unhooked her bra quickly and she threw it away. I sucked around her tits. She rubbed my face between them and panted.
Soon I turned her on her back on the couch. She urged me to remove my pants. By the time I had removed it, she had thrown away her jeans and panty. Completely naked, she lay on her back and spread her legs.

"Fuck me now, Krish!" She demanded again.

As I slid my dick in to her pussy, I could see how wet she had become. My dick went in to it's maximum with a single push.
It was too slippery. Slurpy sound was audible as I moved my hip furiously onto her. She moaned my name a couple of times, and that's it. Without any warning, I shot my load and I moaned.

"Oh, no!"
She screamed.

But I was finished for the night. Though I tried to move my dick in and out a few times, I couldn't help it go limp.

"Oh no! Oh no!"

She kept saying as I got off her.

"Why did you let him go?"

She asked before getting up. I stood there like a boy failed in a class test. She grabbed her clothes and walked to the bedroom.

She looked at me as we both lay under the same blanket.

"Can you do it now, baby?"

She was desperate. I was helpless. She switched off the lights.
In the darkness, after sometime, I heard her asking.

"Can I masturbate, baby?"

I looked up into the darkness, and swallowed a nothing.

"Yes. It's okay."

"Thanks."

She moved the blanket some. At first I couldn't hear anything. After sometimes I slowly felt it. Some slow movements.
It increased over time. Then she started panting, in not so audible manner. Her hand were moving faster then and it peaked to a suppressed moan from her.
She had reached there and I found myself hard by then.
I was scared to tell her but then gathered some courage.
I hugged her and told her that I'm hard.
She suddenly pushed me away.

"What the hell? No!"

"Come on honey.. Please..."

"No. Now you shake yourself."

I lay without moving, without talking.
After a while she asked me to do it. I said, "It's okay. I'll sleep."

I suddenly felt her hand on my dick. I was still hard.

"Come on. Shake it, Krish."

This time her voice was much smooth.

"You watched me masturbate. Now you let me watch. Come on, it's okay."

She moved her hand up and down twice and left.
I gave in. I took it in hand and slowly started. Initially I felt like I'm spent already. But I had to do it. I closed my eyes, even though it was dark already. I wanted to see with my inner sight. There I saw Meera dancing with Shekhar. I saw her grinding her ass to his groin. I saw him caressing her belly and then her boobs. I then saw him moving his hip in sync to her movements as if he's pounding her from backside. I had gone too far. My hand peaked and I shot my load into the bed sheet.

"That was too quick, again."

I heard Meera giggling in the dark.
She then turned to me and hugged me tight.

"You want my juice, baby?"

She asked. I said yes. Have I ever told her no?
She kissed me first. And then asked me to open my mouth. I followed what is told.
She held my face with her palm and spat into my mouth. It was a bit forceful and it directly hit the back of my mouth.
I swallowed it quickly.

"Tasty?"

She asked and I said yes.
She touched my face and I opened my mouth again.
Again she spat.

"Drink it baby."

Again.

"Drink it Krish. It's my juice."

Again.

"Say you love my spit. And swallow it."

I did both.
Again.
Again and again. Until she felt enough for tonight.
We slept hugging tight.
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