Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

So saying she moved her hand over my bulge and tried to hold it. Then she asked me to take it out. I was hesitant. But not as much as to say no to her. After all, far gone were the days when I had the power of saying no to her.
I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled it along with my jockey slowly down, thus enabling my useless erection to gain her attraction.
Meera kissed me on my cheeks. She then pulled my clothes completely off my legs and threw it away. I had my both legs extended. Then she climbed on to me, on to my knees.
I could guess I was in for a show. Still I asked,

"What are you doing?"

She wrapped her fingers around my erection. It throbbed.
She smirked.

"I'm doing what you deserve baby.."

She had made her intentions loud and clear. Only the dumbest would fail to grasp it. And I was that dumbest. Men are usually dumb when they are horny.
I was looking every inch horny. I was helplessly turned on.

"You know I wanted to hold Arman like this.."

I skipped breathing yet I could sense the force in which my heart pumped blood to my dick to help it bulge.

"And... You did?" I hurried.
She smiled.
"Mmm..."

"And how was it?"
She ignored me with a smile.

"Come on hold it and shake it for me."

She demanded. I moved my hand along my dick, up and down.

"He was thick. I wanted to feel it inside me. Here."
She again touched her crotch.

"Please, show me baby."

I begged.
She smiled and unbuttoned her shirt. I sat there, like a college boy watching a porn movie for the first time. I ceased to move my hands when she finished all her buttons and pulled its front side open to me. I saw her black bra. I saw her deep navel. Glowing skin. My wife was smouldering hotness and melting me. She touched her chest.

"He was all over here then, kissing and licking... "

I visualised what I had seen. It was driving me crazy. This woman knew the knack to control me. She had it better than me. That moment i realised that she knew me more than I ever did. And whatever she did to me would make sense. I felt an urge to follow what she's asking me. I wanted to become a slave to her. Even though she would give me value, I wouldn't assume it, I dared to promise myself. I would remain her slave.

Rule me, Meera. Tell me what to do.
She smiled at me like she read my mind.

"Keep shaking it Krish..."

She leaned forward and kissed me. A light one on my lips. But it was enough to elevate me to the highest level. I sensed it. It was on my face.

"Are you going to cum?"

She asked
I could only moan. She leaned forward again and touched my lips. She then pushed a finger into my mouth and I sensed she wants me to open it.

"Good boy"

She smirked. She was kneeling right in front of me, with her skirt folded above her thigh, and her face just above mine. She leaned further and spat into my mouth.

"More, baby, more."

I gasped.
She spat into my mouth again, and again.

"I'm cumming baby..." I cried as I shot my load, which was sprayed into the air, to her skirt.
She laughed silly.

"It's your juice. See where you landed them.."

I swallowed her last drop of spit from my mouth.

"You know where Arman had landed his juice? Here.."

She pulled up her skirt further and showed me her panty.

"Inside this... Inside my hole... Oh"

Her eyes suggested that she was reliving it.
I couldn't breath. I was pathetic. Usually i come back to real world as soon as I ejaculate. Not this time. She didn't let me.
I told you, I was her slave.
My soul was consumed by her. My body was owned by her.

"You liked that, don't you baby?"

"Yes..."

"Don't you hate me?"

"No, no baby.."

"Say you love me..."
"I love you my baby..."
She leaned again and licked my face. All over my face, I felt her tongue.
"Say that again.." She muttered as she kept licking.

"I.. I love you my baby... My baby...I love you..."

I kept saying as she spit again into my mouth. It fell over my lips and she quickly licked it clean. Like a possessed women, she licked my face until it was drenched in her saliva.

That night, before falling asleep, I heard her whisper into my ear,
"I will need an afterpill in the morning. Don't forget.."

I visited a medical store early in the morning. As I bought the pill, I recalled my scare that I had while watching Meera receiving it from Arman. I was able to laugh at the irony of myself being assigned with the task of buying it. Is it what for she had confessed to me?

That was enough for our trip to Goa. Though nothing was happened as I had expected from such a trip, it invariably soothed my mind. I felt like I knew myself better than ever. I had come to terms with myself. I was a cuckold. I am a cuckold. I have been.

I felt at peace, but only until Tuesday morning. As I was taking a shower, all nude, I touched my dick and a sight of Arman's flashed in my mind.

"He was thick. I wanted to feel it inside me. Here."
I recalled Meera saying that. She wanted that one. Not this one. I doubted if I could satisfy her ever in bed. I then wondered if I had ever satisfied her. Obviously, I had satisfied her a number of times, and all of them were when she was in command. When she was riding me, driving me. When she dominated me. When I played submissive. When she spat in to my mouth. When I swallowed her saliva. Those were the moments when I was at my best. I really felt good of her having found my personality. I felt an urge to run to her and submit myself to her.
When I came out, she was in the bedroom, arranging the clothes. I hugged her from behind, over her white shirt. I kissed her on the neck. An alluring aroma filled my nose, driving me thirsty. She dropped the clothes and turned to me. I could see that she wasn't wearing bra inside the shirt.
Her eyes asked me what I wanted.
I said I want her.
She smirked.

"You want to fuck me right in the morning?"
I loved her way of talking, so straight.

I shook my head "No"

"I want you to fuck me right in this morning"

"Oh!"

She looked at me unbelievably. She was looking down at me, I knew it. But I didn't care. I wasn't ashamed of it anymore.

"OK, strip, my boy" she said with a wicked smile.

I didn't have to do it. She pulled my T-shirt off me and I barely had to raise my hands. She then pulled my shorts down along with my jockey, to the floor. I stood completely nude, at her complete mercy.
She put her both hand on the either sides of her hip. It was indeed a dominating gesture.

"What do you want me to take off?"

She was inviting. My dick made a small jump into the air. I wanted her to take her shirt off. With my shaky hands, I unhooked a couple of buttons of her shirt, and she stopped me.

"Kneel, baby"

It sounded a lovely request then. Now, I do realise it was an order. A word of command.
I kneeled down on the floor in front of her, and she pushed both her thumbs into the either sides of her leggings and looked at me suggestively. I felt proud as I thought I've read her mind correctly and slowly pulled it down. She had pushed her thumbs well into her panty, and as I pulled it, her panty came along, revealing everything that could hypnotise me. As I pulled clothes down to her feet, she touched my head and ran her fingers through my hair. I gasped and looked upward at her.

With a smile she gripped my hair and pulled me to her. My face touched between her legs and an odour I'd never experienced before penetrated deep into my nose, my head, my mind. It was revealing. It was intoxicating. My hands ran around her hip, to her behind, to her cheeks. It was so soft. I felt I'd never been so intimate with her.
As i tried to bury my face in between her legs, she stepped back.
She pushed my forehead a bit and then climbed on to the bed.

She sat on her knees, pulled her blanket over her legs.

"Come on, get inside this, Krish!"

I had no idea what was she up to. Only thing I knew was I was up to anything.
Without asking anything I crawled under the blanket from one end, and when I reached the other side, I saw her legs, spread apart. She lay on her back and pulled the blanket to her belly.

"Get in there Krish, and kiss me"

I heard her say. I could see her pussy, even inside the white blanket. I think at that moment I felt like she doesn't needed to ask me to do it. Silky white skin of the inner sides of her either legs were already leading me there. Neatly shaved, thoroughly open, yet it was hiding it all, unless you know, you invest yourself.
Until that fine morning, I want to tell you folks, I had never done that. I had never touched her down there with my lips. She never asked me and I never dared to do it.

Without wasting a moment, I was in. My lips, my tongue, my teeth, and more than them combined, my undivided attention was in there.
She moaned my name, pulling my hair as I devoured her lips completely, until she let out a scream, that was louder than I've ever heard from her. She pulled my hair so hard that I was forced to raise, and she pulled me on top of her. She kissed me tight and moaned.

It was a wet and wild kiss. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I consumed whatever it gave me. I soon found her holding my dick and guiding it into her. With a swift push I was inside her. I could feel how slippery she was. I managed to move further, without breaking my lips from hers. Slow yet rhythmic, I kept going in and out of her, and very quickly, I let my dick breathe it's last one. I moaned as I felt myself turning weaker, from head to toe. I suddenly felt hungry. Hungry for something that I had become addicted to.
I rolled my body to a side and looked into her eyes.
"Baby..." I moaned. She could read my eyes, but I don't know if she had to do that to know what I wanted. It had become a habit. Turning to me she raised her head and brought her mouth above mine.
I was already holding it open.

From Thursday, we both reported back to our respective work. I thought everything is normal. At peace. But how can that be? There was one thing I had left unattended.
Mr. Shekhar.

I realised it on Thursday night as I saw her phone ringing. It was Mr. Shekhar. Meera looked at me before attending it. I don't know why. I was no one to either stop her or pass some rules to her. Though the call was quickly ended, I had it all written over my face.
Once the call was hung, Meera asked me if I'm worried about her talking with Mr. Shekhar.

I said yes. I said I'm not feeling so good about it. I was honest. Meera hugged me and promised me that she won't give him a chance.
"After all, he's an old man, he didn't last even as you do!" She laughed.

"What do you mean by that? Do I last so less?"

"I said last less, I didn't say you're bad" she reasoned.
I didn't understand.
She explained that she doesn't need me to last very long enough to satisfy her because she loves me. She said I had been the best for her. It was indeed a valid point. Not all men do last like a hunk. But most of their women remain faithful to them.
However, my wife wasn't a faithful one which was already proven. Hence, for me her words, no matter how sugar-coated they were, still sounded like I didn't last good enough.

Good from far but far from good.

But I liked her comment, that Mr. Shekhar was worse than me. I found solace in that. I was happy. In one of that happiest moments, I asked her if she'd dumped her old man live-in partner. Two weeks and many more lovemaking nights had passed by then and I had become supercool. She said yes, as she had rejected a couple of his coffee requests.

"Didn't he ask you why you're saying no?"

I asked.

"Yes he did" she looked at me with a naughty smile.

"And I told him he was pathetic in bed!"

I liked her comment. Afterwards Mr. Shekhar many times became a point of our discussion.

"You should ask him if he were the same when he was young"

She punched me laughing.
We talked like that and each time I gained some confidence in bed. Everything was good between us.

Until that fateful day.

Genius of a hole.
No matter how much time you you've spent climbing it up, you would reach the bottom in an instant.

I sat in the couch. In my living room. In my house. With my head down. To my left, I could see the closed door to my bed room. I could hear the noise. It was my wife. She was moaning, probably in pleasure. There was someone with her. I had no idea. Her heavy breathing was audible to me. She said something which I couldn't grasp.
I couldn't sit there anymore. I stood up and walked to the door. I could hear the sounds very clearly right then. She was receiving it very hard. Isn't she crying?

But there was still no sounds from the man who's subjecting her to all this pleasure.
Who is that? Is it Mr. Shekhar? Is it Arman? Is it Sunny? Is it Mr. Thomas? Is it Mohan? Or is it someone else?
Should I knock the door? Should I push it open? What would they say if I break into?
If it's Mr. Shekhar, he would act very friendly. If it's Arman, he would act like nothing happened. If it's Sunny, he would become angry for delaying his payment. If it's Thomas, he might say thanks. If it's Mohan, he would laugh. If it's someone new, he could ask me who the hell I was.
I could make out a lot of possibilities. Yet none of them made any sense.
But I had to make a decision.

I knocked the door.
And it was opened instantly. Meera stood there right in front of me. Fully dressed.
And like nothing happened, she walked past me. My gaze fell on the bed.
It was intact.
'No, it can't be. My eyes are deceiving me.' May be they weren't doing it in bed. May be they were doing it fully dressed up.
Where is he? Where is he hiding?
Then I almost saw a shadow, moving under the bed.

He was in there. Hiding under the bed!

I walked in to the room and slowly sat on the bed. He's right under my ass, I could sixth-sense it, and I knew that I could drag him out of the bed and beat him up. But why, why am I still not doing it?
I was indecisive. My mind had split into two parts. One wanted me to pull him out of hiding and punish him. The other wanted to go back in time and put me back on the other side of the closed door and listen them again, doing it, finishing it.
There was pain. The pain that vanished as soon as I woke up.

One of the many strange dreams that I had lately been seeing in those days. Sometimes they're too deceiving. This one particularly strengthened my doubts over my wife.
I turned my head to the left. She wasn't there.
I think her absence only added fuel to the fire.

Will she cheat me, if given a chance?

At that moment, I found no reason to believe her not doing it. And I knew that she knew that I liked it. I did like it, didn't I?
I had even confessed it to her.

The point is, I wanted to know if my marriage was still working. I needed to give her a chance. I wanted to test her. But how?

I thought a lot about testing my wife's faithfulness. I googled it and read a lot of articles about it. Most of them were misleading and fictitious. I decided that I'd do my own.
My idea was to give her some time. I just needed to stay away. May be a night.
I selected a Thursday night. I think it was third Thursday. In the morning I told her that I might need to stay at work for the night also. By the evening I called her and confirmed it.

After work, I booked a hotel room and spent my evening there. I returned to my home only by nine. There I did some hard work to climb up to the roof top and took my preplanned position near the door that was leading to the staircase. I had left the door lock open already so that I could open the door slightly and watch the happenings inside, and I could even walk inside if necessary. From there, almost all the living room were visible.
When I peeped inside for the first time, I could hear TV. She was sitting in the couch, watching TV.
I sat back and relaxed. My plan was to watch until she sleeps. Then my mobile rang in vibration mode. It was Meera.
I moved few steps away from the door and attended the call. She said my friend Sam is in the house to see me. I suggested her to tell him the truth. I asked her to tell him that I would meet him tomorrow. I also asked her to prefer messaging to calling as my cell is almost discharged. I actually didn't want to get any more calls. She said okay.

After half an hour I peeped inside and what I saw just took my breath away.
I was like, what the fuck is happening?
I saw Meera sitting in the couch, and Sam sitting next to her, with his hands around her shoulder! They were talking, I mean he was talking and she was shaking her head in discomfort. wtf!
On seeing that I guess my heartbeat shot up so instantly that I don't really remember their conversation word by word. But it almost was like this.

"Come on, Meera, you can't deny me!"

"No, no! Sam, it's not...."

"Otherwise I will tell Krish..."

"Please don't, he already has doubts over me nowadays, please don't!"

"That's why I'm telling you, we can sort this out. It's my humble wish Meera... Just.. Only one time"

"Oh no, how can you do this to me? I'm your friend's wife and... And your wife's friend also"

He was then holding her hand too.

"Why not? You can sleep with Mr. Thomas, then why not me? I will keep it a secret I promise...."

"What.. ?" Meera turned really into him now.

"I didn't sleep with him! What are you saying?"

"Oh come on, I saw you walking in with him and later him leaving..."

"So what? Yeah, he had come here, I mean I let him walk inside, and he wanted to fuck me yeah that's right, but when I gave him a tight slap beneath his ear he walked away, and that's what you saw!"

I don't know the extent of shock that her revelation gave to Sam but I could remember myself sitting down on the floor. It was unbelievable."If you think that I slept with him, then fuck you, bastard! You go and confirm from that Thomas scoundrel, but you don't dare to dream sleeping with me!"

I heard Meera's loud voice.
She hadn't slept with Mr. Thomas that night!
Mr. Thomas, the ladies man, the alpha male, had failed in front of my wife, and even had been slapped on his face! This was a news to celebrate but I couldn't. My wife was the most faithful then but now. It was like I found a long lost key of a freshly lost treasure. Not only it was useless but also it added to the sorrow.

I lay on my back, looking to the sky. She hadn't been taken by Mr. Thomas. I wasn't sure if Mohan had done it. Sunny couldn't do it. Then, it was Mr. Shekhar, eventually, who did it. And it was entirely my game.
It was entirely me, who gave her away. She was just a pawn in my game.
I sympathised with her. I wanted to run to her and hug her and kiss her. I wanted to scream to her that I loved her.
I peeped again and watched Sam leave. Half an hour later I walked into my house through the front door. I said the work was cancelled.
Once I was in bed, I said I had some work left in there. She smiled at me.

"You're excited, ain't you?"

I smiled back.

"What was it?"

She was looking into my eyes, demanding a reply.

"A colleague, he mentioned you, he said you're so hot!" I said.

Her eyes widened.
And she pulled my pants down. My dick threw itself into the air.

"And you got this!"

She had a wicked smile on her face. I wanted her to kiss it. But didn't want to spoil her mood. I said nothing.
I just let out a sigh, as she grabbed it.

"What else did he say?"

"He said I'm so lucky"

"Oh really, did he say that?"

She had started to move her fingers. I felt like half of the blood my heart pumped went straight to my dick. Now I was a pawn in her game.

"You know your friend Sam, he too has an eye on me"

She said carefully.

"What?"

More than the content, her courage surprised me.

"Yes, I have felt it, if given a chance, he would fuck me"

"Ooh.. What?"

I couldn't say anything else.
She removed her tank-top and licked her lips. Then she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. I couldn't directly look at her tits. It would kill me. It wasn't my wife. I wasn't her husband. She was an angel and I was her slave. My thoughts and my actions were both at her mercy. This woman!

"I've seen him looking at these.."

She touched her boobs with both her palms. I wanted to feel them.

"Would you want him to lick these?"

She was teasing and I nodded.

"Say, Krish, say it.."

"Yes... Yes"

She grabbed my dick again and I touched her tits with my both hands. She bent forward and fed me with them. I licked around her brown tits and fondled their softness. It was lovely.
She was equally horny and I was happy to let her jump on top of me.

"Please fuck me baby, please" I cried as she rubbed my dick into her love hole.

She then merely adjusted her hip and guided my dick inside her wet hole.
My mouth was open as soon as she started riding me. I was thirsty. But she didn't give me anything.

"Baby please give it to me"

"What do you want?"

"I want your juice"

"Oh you want?"

I nodded.

"Where do you want it?"

"In my mouth" I said and held my mouth open.

"No"

"Please... Please"

I was begging for it. I can't now believe that I did it then. Men do things and think differently later. It's called repentance.
She did it only after I shot my load up into her. As I moaned, she spat into my mouth. Many many times and I swallowed it. Many times her spit fell on my face. She then licked it and collected it, before depositing it into my mouth again.

A day later I visited Sam at his house. My very first reaction on seeing him was a slap across his face. It's true that he helped me find out my wife's long-lost faithfulness but that wasn't a reason to thank him. He wanted to blackmail my wife and thereby get in between her legs! I didn't want him come anywhere near to Meera.

I unleashed all my remorse of having messed with my marriage on him with a bench of furious kicks and punches. I called him a betrayer. A backstabber. A cheat. He screamed to stop me but i didn't.
He fell on the couch very soon. A centre table was already broken. Many more things were broken. Including our friendship. I leaned on to him and aimed a punch at his face and stopped.
He looked at me tired.

"Krish, I am a man like you. If you knew my wife Ananya was available, you would love to fuck her, wouldn't you?"

"What?"
I was shocked. I was knocked down by his reasoning.

"I know you would. Anyone would do the same.."

Would you fuck Ananya? I asked myself and I found my inner self laughing. It was a question raised too late. I had already fucked her. I looked at him in disgust. Maybe I saw myself in him.

"The day Meera is available, I would fuck her Krish!" He challenged me. I was helpless by then.

"It's over with you, Sam!" I blurted out and walked away.

I felt like I lied to myself that it was over. His wife was available and I had fucked her. My wife is available and if not him, someone else would eventually find it out and fuck her. It wasn't over.
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