Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

As promised to Mr. Shekhar, Meera put up her resignation on Monday. Everything went faster after that. She was interviewed by the new firm and was appointed immediately. On Friday, on the last working day, she was given a sent off party. It was a family gathering by all the working staff. Sam and Ananya were also present.

Ananya was wearing a flawless saree that helped it easy to make out her curves. But why I took notice of her was because of what Meera had told me about her a few days ago. It was fresh in my mind.

At the very first sight, I imagined her naked for a minute, lying in the back seat of a car, with her legs open, ready to be fucked by an unknown person. I got an instant erection. I stared her until she caught me doing so. Not once but thrice.

Monday Meera joined new place which was few more kilometres farther than the old one. Everything was good, though not better. She almost found it same except for the colleagues. They all were older than she used to have. That wasn't a problem though as she concentrated on her work.

Two week later I wanted to go to Laxmi road, one of the busiest streets of the city. As usual, I parked my car at a safe place near it and boarded a bus.
I saw Ananya in the bus. She was wearing a flared kurti and looked very cute. This time fortunately I didn't get into any dirty thoughts nevertheless I was mesmerised by her smile.

When I said I'm going to Laxmi Road she said she's also going there. So we took onto the market together.
She wanted to make a replace of her satchel she had bought previous week. We did that first and proceeded to the lamp house where I bought a nice lamp that changes colours with help of a remote. This was my idea and a surprise for Meera.
Maybe for Mr. Shekhar too. Who knows?

Ananya had no clue about such a lamp and its purpose.

"I'm gonna setup a dance floor type ambience at my home."
I said.
She looked at me and smiled. She asked me not to forget about her and Meera's other old colleagues whenever we organise any party. She said she loves to dance in party but she's scared of Sam.

"Yeah, Meera had told me about you guys."

I said and regretted it quickly. She looked straight at me and I feared she heard it the way I feared.

"Let's grab something to drink. I'm kinda starving."

She said quickly.
I thought it was all normal between us, nothing like I thought. But it wasn't. At the corner of the coffee bar, she straightaway put me back into where we were.

"What has she told you about us, I mean, me?"

"What?"

"I know what you know. That I used to fuck my boss. Isn't it?"

I was stunned. I couldn't speak.

"I know you're gonna tell this to Sam, ain't you?"

She asked, looking into my eyes.
I felt like she's standing a breath away from me, counting my heartbeats. If I lie, she would catch me in a second and then strangle me in another.

"No, I won't. I've promised that to Meera."

She suddenly extended her hand and held mine over the small table. A current passed through them to me.
"Please, Krish, make a promise with me too."

"I promise."

"My life depends on you."

"I promise you Ananya, I will never tell Sam about it. Never."

"Okay."
She left my hand. The drinks arrived.

When we were coming back I told her about the car and said I would drop her at home.
She agreed.
I was at Sam's flat for the first time and she invited me inside. Sam wasn't there. Nobody was there.
Though I refused, she insisted I have some cool drinks and I sat on the sofa set. She came with two glasses of red coloured juices.

She sat next to me in the same sofa.

"I had seen you checking me out in the party.."

She said.
A sudden jolt hit my throat and I coughed. A few drops of juice spilled over my pants.
Oops.
She quickly grabbed a towel and rubbed my thigh. Didn't she know that that was so cliche? I didn't know what I should do. I still had the glass in my hand.

"You were staring at me."

She said with her face very close to me. I turned my head right to face her and I could feel her breath on my face even though it wasn't touching me.

"Do you like me?"

That was a direct question. I cleared my throat.

"Wh... What are you saying?"

I stammered. I feared she might not have heard it because of my ramming heartbeats which I still felt struggling to pump the blood into the veins. There were many parts of my body starving of blood.

Next thing I knew was her lips on mine. I let go of my glass but it didn't drop to the floor, as she had already grabbed it from my hand. I didn't care about the glass at the moment as Ananya kissed me with her warm lips.
It had the same taste of the juice that I had just had, with an added freshness that I made out would be from her lips. She leaned onto me further, and kissed me again. I don't know what happened, but my hands were soon around her, and I opened my mouth to kiss her back.
After this incident I often wondered, why I didn't even think of Meera even once while all this was happening. I could never make out an answer. I didn't remember about Meera. Neither about Sam.

When she got up with my hands in her hands and walked me to her bedroom, I forgot about myself too.
In the bed, she took off my clothes as well as hers. Her boobs and body curves feasted my eyes. She fed me with her erect tits. She knew I was numb and she lead the way.

"I know your favourite pose."

She whispered in my eyes and climbed on top of me. Honestly, this was the first time I thought about my wife since the time I stepped into this flat with her friend.
And the thought was this: Meera had discussed with ananya about my favourite pose!
But I had gone too far from the moment of return. She had grabbed my dick and was putting a condom on it. I moaned like a virgin boy on his first date when she worked her soft hands on my dick that stood up aiming the ceiling. I watched it soon disappearing into her perfectly shaved pussy as she sat on my hip. Next four minutes she rode me back and forth and moaned fervently.

"Say you like me, krish."

She panted.
I was speechless. I was about to cum.

"I'm coming Ananya.."

"Close your eyes krish... And tell me you like me... Say you love me..."

It was a moment I could say or do anything she says. I closed my eyes and groaned.

"I love you... Ananya....I love..."

I couldn't finish, as I shot vigorously, flooding the condom. In a second, I heard her moan and she fell on me, pressing her boobs on to my chest.
Oh my god.
I was suddenly brought back in to the reality.
But that too, could stop neither my hands from embracing her nude body nor my lips from eating hers.
It was delicious.
She got up slowly and I almost jumped out of the bed. She smiled.

"Don't worry. I Meera won't know."

I nodded, without knowing why.
But she made me realise it everything with next sentence.

"I'll keep your secret, as long as you keep mine."

I was stunned.

"You did this to keep yourself safe?"

"Yes. I know the men are never good in keeping secrets. But now I know that you'll do the best."

She finished wearing her clothes. I was still finishing my pants.
She continued.

"But you know, not only that. I had a crush on you, especially when Meera told me about your style. I was about to do it but I.... I just.... Next time I'll do that also, in your mouth, you know..."

She paused with a smile.
What the hell! Women are worst than men in keeping secrets. I thought instantly.
Ananya continued.

"That stuff is really... You know. By the way, don't you bother to ask Meera about sharing all this. You don't know that I knew this."

She was smiling but it sounded like a warning.
I nodded.

On the way back to home I struggled to keep my mind on the road. I'd just had sex with my friend's wife.
I also wondered about Ananya. She was ready to fuck me because she wanted to keep my mouth shut about how she was fucked by someone else. It's just ridiculous. At the same time I also felt she was just cooking up that reason. She had a crush on me and she just wanted to fuck me. That's it.
I preferred the later option to believe because it gave me some value. I really felt pity for Sam. I decided I won't see him for soon.
Also I felt sorry for Meera.

At home when I saw Meera, I felt really guilty.
I've just cheated on my wife.
I couldn't believe it but it was the reality.
And that too, with her best friend.
What if Ananya opens up to her?
That mere thought paralysed me.
I avoided eye contact with her.
I couldn't make any sexual move to Meera for a week. I couldn't even get an erection.

Two weeks were gone since Meera had moved to the new firm. Mr. Shekhar invited us for a lunch at his home.

Meera wore a cream saree and she looked pretty and adorable. She had chosen a perfect look for a family lunch.

Though we had been getting closer to Mr. Shekhar for more than a few months, it was the first time we were seeing his home as well as family. He lived in a lavish bungalow that suited his reverence. He and his wife Sheelu greeted us at his doorstep. It was our first meeting with Sheelu. She was impressed with my charming wife. When she mentioned these pleasantries to me, it suddenly pushed me a few days back, yet again.
I couldn't extricate myself from the guilt of cheating on Meera. I was being tortured.

Sheelu was quite a lady. She was also wearing a saree to the occasion and though she was forty something, she looked in her thirties. She owned a spa in the city and she asked Meera to visit it when time allows.

Mr. Shekhar had only things to praise wife. At a point I even felt if he would offend his wife. But nothing of that sort happened.
We had lunch and left.

Few days later, Mr. Shekhar called up Meera again to invite us to his home, this time for dinner. She was surprised and he said this time he wants her to wear the dress he had gifted her.
Though Meera had mentioned about the dress being so revealing, I hadn't seen it yet.
So I too encouraged her to wear it.
Then she wore it.

And that one was stunning. She was real, and the most beautiful woman I have seen in my entire life.
On the way she revealed one thing.

"Sheelu is not going to be there."

"What?"

I asked.

"He told me."

She seemed innocent when she said that. But I doubted whether the dress is for me or Mr. Shekhar.
For me or for Mr. Shekhar? I had to see.

Mr. Shekhar was alone at his big bungalow. But he had made some efforts for the occasion. As my eyes were wandering through the arrangements he had made for us, his were stuck to my wife.

"There may be women in this world with more beauty and charm, but for me, Meera, you're the most beautiful that I've ever seen in my life."

He flattered her, running his palm over her sleeveless upper arm.
I wondered myself that those were the same thoughts that crossed my mind when I saw her, but now he has just articulated it to make her blush. He knew how to impress.
He walked us to drawing room where he had set up for the night.
Scotch. Whisky. Vodka. Wine. Snacks. Flowers. Lights. Dim lights. Everything.
Meera chose vodka over wine. I could foresee what's coming.

"Krish, you may be wondering why this party now."

Mr. Shekhar began to talk as he poured into glasses.

"Well Meera is now with me, I mean my side in the business and now I have an upper hand in to the firm, which I've been desperately looking for. This week, with what she'd done for me in the office, I feel like I've made one of my best decisions in recent times. Krish I wanted to reward your wife, but it's not appropriate to do that in front of her colleagues. So I thought I should do this in your presence since none of this would have been possible without your support.."

He pulled out an envelope from his pocket.
Meera was surprised.

"Nooo...."

She wanted to refuse it, but he pressed her so much that she had to take his 'token of love'.
Then he toasted the glasses for us.
Soon we were partying. Drinking. Talking. Laughing. Teasing..
Most of the talk were centred around Meera, as usual.

Though Meera sat opposite to him, she was feasting us both alike with her alluring looks. She often ran her hand around her ear, tucking strands of her hair and her glowing skin emanated an enticing fragrance.

He played music at a low volume and switched to the dim light after a few rounds.
I was watching his moves in a covert manner. He was bringing up the ambience.
He revealed the reason for Sheelu's absence that he wanted to create this ambience for us. He wanted us to feel home and enjoy the way we wanted. He wanted us to dance and wanted to watch us.
Meera commented,
"If we're gonna repeat our last party, it's gonna be Krish who's gonna enjoy watching."

It hurts when she speaks with such honesty.
Mr. Shekhar smiled. It seemed like he was waiting for the subject to begin.

"Yeah, that's true. That night was so fun, we both had left him so high."

Meera joined him quickly.

"Absolutely."

I tried hard to hide my embarrassment. But as a matter of the fact, I was getting hard.
Then he asked what happened after he left that night.

"Don't ask, it was a tragedy."

Meera said.

"What? Oh no!"

He was surprised to death. I was choked to death. At least I imagined my death in humiliation.
Meera didn't stop there.

"Yeah, you know, he was too drunk for anything.."

"Not only me she too!" I interrupted in order to regain lost pride, desperately.

Mr. Shekhar ignored me and promptly announced that he is not going to let us leave in that night. He said we can sleep in his bungalow, in any room we choose. That was very generous. Meera opposed it more than me, but only in vain.
At last, we agreed.
It turned out a blessing in disguise. Because didn't have the tension of driving drunk, and we could drink more. We could enjoy more.
He upped the music soon, toasted again.

"Your time young couple!"

I was pathetic on the floor, I knew. So I didn't want to dance. But I had the energy to try.
Meera clung on to my shoulder and we danced to the melody. It wasn't a dance. I return to my couch even before finishing the first song and grabbed my glass.

"I can't do this."

I accepted my defeat and emptied my glass to pour another.

"Oh that's bad. That's it?"

Shekhar looked at me. I gestured now it's your turn. He refused.

"No, it's too early, I'll dance later."

According to him he wasn't as drunk as me, but in my eyes we were the same.
Meera walked up to the men and emptied her glass too. She put the glass next to the vodka bottle and looked at me, asking with her eyes to refill it. Then she turned to Shekhar and grabbed his empty glass to give it to me.

"Come, Shekhar. Dance with me."

She turned to him again. Without saying a word he followed her command.
The quick rounds of drinks had pared the dim lights further down in my eyes. But there was no way it could stop me see what was going right in front of me.
There was Meera. There was Mr. Shekhar.
There was no crowd to interrupt them like in a pub. I was merely a spectator.
I watched Meera quickly being charmed into his steps. It seemed Mr. Shekhar possessed only those moves that pulls his partner as closest as possible. She clung onto his body like she had done to me but this time it was well appreciated as Shekhar had his both hands on her hip. He was feeling her love handles up slowly with the moves, in tune to the romantic song.

I had been hard in my tight pants since I stepped in to this house. And it was now aching. I had been carrying the pressure of dry weeks. When they came back to the couch, I was deep in thought of hour how to handle myself.
They picked up their glasses and Shekhar asked me if I've not accidentally exchanged their glasses.
Meera burst into a laugh. I don't remember if I laughed or not.
Shekhar sipped his glass once and shook his head.
"Mmm... No. No added sugar. It's mine."

Meera kept giggling and asked if he wants some sugar. He said he's fan of sugar. She extended her glass to his lips and he took a sip.

"Mmm... Wow!"

Both were laughing. Flirting right in front of me. Yet I was not seeing it.
I cut the foreplay and asked him where is the washroom. He gestured with his eyes to the hall.

"To the right."

He said.
I got up and quickly walked to the hall. To the right I saw a bead curtain and it's coral shells and glasses or I don't know what, made a very audible yet natural sound when I hurried through it. There was a washroom. A spacious and luxurious one that made me stand and notice first.
When I reached the closet I felt a sudden laid back sense within me. It happens. The urge to slow down and relax when you've guaranteed access to something that you have been longing so hard.

As I pulled down my clothes and freed my dick to swing it in the air, only thing I aimed was to do it slowly. I knew my wife is drunk and alone with a man who clearly lusted after her which is not his fault, but at that moment I had the belief that they wouldn't try anything as long as they're unsure of my return. All they could do is to dance together and feel a bit of each other.

I sat down and worked my way as slow as possible, and in my mind I saw my wife being embraced and felt by Shekhar while dancing. But I was well past that pace and nothing was slow. In a matter of two minutes or so, I had reached the point of no return. At the peak moment of it, a vision of Meera lying in a bed with her legs apart and moaning flashed in my mind. In a second, I started emptying my balls into the water.

As I stepped out of the washroom, I heard the song from the drawing room. The volume was lower. They must be dancing, I thought.
When I was about to cross the bead curtain, I stopped. If I walk past this as normal, it would make noise and they'd hear.
I had an urge to peep at them and see what they're doing in my absence.
I avoided the bead curtain by walking around a number of pillars and large couches.
I stopped behind the door way to the drawing room and peeped through the dbang curtain.
They were dancing together, very slowly.
And they were so close. His hands were around her body. He wasn't just holding her but caressing her back. He was feeling her butt, with no objection at al!

My heart pumped and dick twitched at the same moment. Yet, that wasn't the moment of truth that told me what's happening, but the moment I saw their faces.
They were kissing! They were kissing nonstop. And with each passing second, she was melting into him. I saw his right hand pulling up her frock a bit and making its way to her softness. He parted his lips from hers for a moment, only to go after it vigorously.
I didn't know what I should do.

If I don't show up, will they make out right there?
I felt that's less probable.
The very next moment I saw what's possible, as Shekhar moved his left hand to her front. Towards her crotch, aiming for the big O.
She suddenly made a jump from his hand but not as strong as to stop him. She arced back he started rubbing down there. I saw his hand moving.I couldn't wait anymore. I had to interfere.
I walked back around the pillars and crossed the bead curtain, deliberately making a huge noise. When I entered the drawing room, I saw them dancing to the music like nothing has happened, with both of them barely touching each other.
But I could make out that both were still gasping for their breath.

After that they didn't try much to engage each other. I could see that I had killed the spark. A few more steps and they were back to the couch.
Meera sat with me. Mr. Shekhar sipped his glass once and excused himself to the washroom. The very next moment Meera jumped over me. Before I knew, her lips were on mine. She sat on my lap with both her knees at the either sides of me and kissed me noisily. The same lips that were fed to someone else a few moments ago. I was helpless at the hands of this woman.

"Baby... I love you."

She moaned and rubbed my face with her.
I heard the noise from bead curtain.
Mr. Shekhar was coming. But Meera made no effort to move. She merely turned her head to him.

"Whoa!"

He walked in, and exclaimed.
I tried to smile, to hide my embarrassment.

"Don't mind, Shekhar."

Meera said casually before moving her ass off me.

"No, it's okay. Carry on, feel yourself home Meera."

Shekhar said.

"No, it's just infatuation."

She grabbed her glass and finished it in a swig.
We did one last round, and had a light dinner. By the time we walked into our bedroom, I was too exhausted to even stand. I felled myself on the bed. Meera went to washroom and I didn't care if she returned.

Next day she admitted that Mr. Shekhar is sexually attracted to her. She mentioned the way he was touching her body while dancing. She didn't mention the kiss.
At first I snubbed her allegations saying it could be her delusions only.

I said, "Mr. Shekhar is such a gentleman, I don't think he would do anything like that. It's baseless to believe he'll ever take any risk with you especially because you are so important in his business realm. I can see that he's lusting after you, but he's so professional, isn't he? After all, who can't be attracted to you?"

She looked at me unbelievably. She might have thought how can I be so stupid.

In the night she lay close to my body in our bed and put her hand around me.

"Do you like watching me dance with him?"

I knew she was talking about Mr. Shekhar. I looked at the ceiling when I replied.

"I'm always thrilled by the attention you get from the public."

It wasn't a surprise but a relief for her as it was something she wanted to hear from me. She said she had felt that in the past too.

The sex between us was back. I had forgone my guilt of incident involved with Ananya. Every night I made love to Meera and most of the times I went to bed posing as Mr. Shekhar, at least in my mind. Every night she lay on her back in our bed smiling at me as I ejaculated inside her.

Meera often used to chat with him those days. Most of it was related to work. Or at least I thought so. Two days after our our get-together, she said Mr. Shekhar has gone to The Mauritius for a month long business tour. Life was usual between us.
Three weeks later on a fine day she was chatting with him over the phone. She then revealed to me that he's asking her about that Saturday night. I was curious instantly. He had asked if it was a tragedy or not.
I said, "Tell him the truth. Say it was a tragedy.."

She turned me down.
I commented that he must be looking for some hot talk with her. She laughed in a playful manner and asked him if Sheelu is with him. He said she's not.
Meera looked at me like I was true.
In that moment I got carried away and asked her to tell him that she's also alone. I saw her typing that. And more.

"Ask him about that Saturday night, that, what he was doing after we were gone to our room..."

I called forth for more. I was getting aroused.
She teasingly hit me.

"You're such a dirty mind. You're playing with an old man's emotions.."

I enjoyed her accusations.

"Hey look, he's asking what I'm wearing!"

She widened her eyes. Then looked at me.
"What should I reply?"

"Really? Isn't it too early?"

I teased her wondering how fast he's moving.
I then suggested she should tell the truth.
She was wearing a black T-shirt with a long floral skirt.

She laughed. She was joking. He hadn't asked about her dress.
"You're too crooked and willing to show off your wife!"
She said.

But she didn't allow anymore off me. She pushed me out of our room and closed the door.

"You go, sleep in the couch."
She smirked.

"Okay, I will, but promise me you'll share the fun with me later." I said.

She opened the door and threw a pillow over me and shut the door.
I sat on the sofa and switched on the TV. But I couldn't watch anything. I had become very hard and I felt a strong urge to masturbate. I walked to the washroom and engaged myself to the dirtiest of my thoughts.
After pleasuring myself for twenty long minutes I walked back to the couch. This time I felt relaxed. Meera's door was still closed. I wondered if she's masturbating.

Then I heard our doorbell ringing.
It was almost ten and I thought it could me any neighbour.
I was walking to the door, as Meera opened her door. She was in panic and her face looked frightened.

"Don't open the door. It's Shekhar."

She almost cried while muttering those words.

"What?" I was speechless.

"Yes, he asked me would I mind if he show up here right now. I thought he's joking and said okay."
She murmured.

"That's okay. Why are you panicking for that? Let him come."
I started to walk to the door, like a fool.
She held my hand.

"No. Don't you remember that we've told him that you're not here? I'm supposed to be alone."

I stopped. Yes. Now I got the picture. Why she's panicking and why he's standing there.

"Oh shit."
I could only say that.

"You'll have to hide."
She said.

"And then?"

"I don't know."
I thought for a microsecond.

"Where should I hide? Under the bed?"

I still remember me picturising myself hiding under her bed, even in that anxious moments. I have often wondered later how did I manage to do so.

"Under the bed? No! No way! Find somewhere.... Wait, yo can hide in our store room.."

Meera suggested.
Suddenly I thought about my old trick.

"Okay. I have an idea. I'll hide in the store room. You'll open the door, and make him some drinks. And after sometime I'll call you and you must pick up. You'll be told that I'm coming home, I'll reach in ten minutes. You can force him leave quickly."

She looked at the wall clock. It was nine fifty five.

"At what time will you call?"

"I'll call you at ten ten.."

"No, ten five.."

"Okay. At ten five."

I grabbed my phone and hurried to the store room. It was at the end corner of kitchen. While I walked in I heard the doorbell again. I quickly closed the door and heard it's handle lock getting hooked. I feared if it was audible outside. It was utter darkness inside. I found the switch with help of my mobile, but it wasn't working. I couldn't hear anything from outside as well except the sound from TV.
It was 9.56pm in my mobile. I noticed the sounds from TV stopped. I made out than they must be sitting in the couch there. Though I tried my best, I couldn't hear any sound from there.

I stood silently in that darkness and nine minutes went like nine hours.
At exactly 10.05pm, I made the call. It just beeped and displayed a no signal message.
I tried again, and again only to get the same result. The shit was happening. The kitchen store had no signal.
I went to the mobile settings and carried out a manual search. Though it showed a number of other networks, none of them got registered when I selected on them.

It wasn't working.
I decided to sneak in to the kitchen and make the call. I was scared of getting caught if they're sitting in the living room. But had no other choice.
I sneakily tried to open the door handle. That's when I got the second dose of bad luck. The door handle was damaged and it could only be opened from outside. Meera had told me about this a few weeks ago, but I had forgot about it.
Shit. I cursed myself and again resorted to searching for signals which wasn't there.
It was time to become panic as it was already 10.15.
Then I heard the door handle moving. It was opening.
Meera stood there, and the first thing I knew was her palm across my face.

"Why the fuck you didn't call?"
She screamed.

"What?"
I rubbed my face.

"Is he gone?"
I asked. More than being hit, I was surprised to know that Mr. Shekhar had left.

"Answer me first"
She gruffed.

I told her the truth. I showed her the mobile.i showed her the door handle.

Then I asked,

"How did you manage to send him off?"

She said she didn't have to do that as Mr. Shekhar left himself.
I let out a sigh to convey my relief which was short-lived, until she revealed what happened.
And what she told me stunned me.

When she opened the door Mr. Shekhar walked in with a smile and asked how is she. She said she's surprised like hell. She lead him to the living room. She switched off the TV and asked him to sit in the couch while she would prepare something to drink.
But suddenly he clung to her hand and pulled her to him.
He said, "I'm not here for drinks, Meera"

His hands had embraced her. He then suggested they should be in the bedroom first before starting to talk. She was forced to walk him to the bedroom. He quickly closed the door and next thing she knew was his lips on hers. First kiss. It was wet enough to fell Meera to the bed. There he kissed her again. Second kiss. While it was happening, she felt his touch under her skirt. Two things had happened even before his arrival that made her go blank in a second. One, she wasn't wearing her panty; two, she was wet.

"You're deliciously wet, my lady!" He smiled when he saw it.

Helplessly, she looked to the clock and it was exactly 10.05. She tried to look at the table on which her phone was lying, while her legs were being spread apart. Before she could say anything, shekhar lowered his face down there and she felt his lips in there. Lips and tongue. Just a few seconds and he rose to give attention to her boobs. He kissed and kneaded them over the T-shirt, lowering his body perfectly between her legs. His right hand went towards her waist and before she knew, he executed it. Her skirt was up to the waist, and she sensed something touching her down there and with a swift push, his dick was inside her, albeit only the head.
Meera paused, and her eyes was closed, trying to remember the sequence. I was stunned, and numb. However, I managed to ask.

"Then?"

She looked at me once and looked down to the floor. Then continued.

"Then, then he was very quick. He kept going. Oh my god, I can't describe what I was feeling then. I'm sorry baby. I couldn't stop him, I just couldn't. "

She began to sob.

"It's okay baby."
I tried to calm her down. I didn't want her to cry.

"Sorry that I hit you."

She touched my face with her soft hands and I melted. I hugged her.

"I love you baby."

"I love you too."

She whispered and wiped her tears. She was calmed down and sat back.

"What happened then?"

I wanted to know, even though I was scared if it would anger her. Well it didn't.

"Then, then, he... He kept going, like hard. I just couldn't stop him. I couldn't stop me too. And he was very quick, like you. Just a couple of minutes. I came back to my senses only when he came. I felt his juice inside me."

She kept saying and I sat there listening it all. I now wonder how stupid I had been. And I chose to ignore her comment 'he was quick like you, just a couple of minutes'.

"He was exhausted with that. He commented he was feeling like an old man.."

"I started crying as soon as he was off me. I cried that I did what I shouldn't have. He was embarrassed. He tried to sit down next to me and console me. But I asked him to leave. He wasn't leaving but I insisted and told him I'll talk to him later. I told him that I need some time. He relented. He left immediately."

Meera finished.

"Are you safe?"

I asked like it's the only thing I cared.

"Yes."

I looked straight into her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

She looked at me confused, her gaze asking me what the hell I meant. I sat close to her and slowly fondled shoulder.

"I mean, baby, whatever happened, has happened. It was our fault, we gave him too much space. It was just fun for us until now, and we failed to see from his side. I'm the one to blame. I shouldn't have let him do all that stuff. You know, dance and all..."

"Can you forget this?"

She interrupted me. After all, that's what mattered to her the most.

"I have to. And I will. Because I love you baby."

I was honest. I couldn't think of a life without her.
She leaned to me and kissed me. It was a light kiss on my lips.

"I love you Krish."

"I love you too baby."
I whispered.
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