Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

A week might have passed, and came Mr. Shekhar's wedding anniversary. When I got a call from him, I literally dug my mind. He was friendly, like nothing had ever happened between us. He sounded original. It was me who I felt pretending that nothing had ever happened between us. I think I managed to behave as friendly as possible. He concluded with an invite to his home again. And he had a point.

"It's not only me, but also sheelu, will be your host, so I hope you can't say no"

Still I tried to evade, saying we were not in the party mood since our last gathering at his bungalow because Meera said she needed to concentrate a bit more on the work. I wanted to sound like I am aware that something had gone wrong between us.

"... You know, she took your token of love too seriously, I guess. She's a bit concerned about rewarding it with an even better performance..."

I prattled until he interrupted me.

"She's already put up a great performance for me, she doesn't need any improvement at this point of time. After all she's such an experienced asset to the firm as I'm personally informed by her boss Mr. Das"

I don't know which performance he meant but I instantly got jealous at him for having that luxury. The luxury of talking to a husband about his wife's performance even after fucking her at his presence.

We went to the party. I mean, we ended up attending the party. I saw Mr. Shekhar and Meera striking a conversation and I instantly felt an uninspiring sensation growing inside my stomach. It was usual blah blah between us, and I was sure he wouldn't dare to talk anything unwanted in such an occasion. But there are things in life you cannot choose. How you feel.

During the night I saw them together three times and the third time Sheelu walked up to me and said her husband is very fond of my wife. I said he's happy that she changed her firm, in his favour. She instantly agreed. Talking to Sheelu while watching Meera with Mr. Shekhar actually helped me gain some balance. I don't know how but I really felt good. I talked for ten minutes of nothing to her, I don't now remember what did I talk, but I was later amused why the hell did she stay with me so long in the middle of such a party. However, I found her generous and I felt good.

Meera later asked me if I was upset seeing her mingling with Mr. Shekhar. We both had our basic share of booze. I said I wasn't upset as I had sheelu in my company. Her face lit up instantly. She said Mr. Shekhar had also mentioned about seeing Sheelu talking with me. He had told her that I could be flirting with his wife. As Meera talked more about that night, I could make out how Mr. Shekhar was actually flirting with Meera.

"Not me but it's him who were flirting with my wife!"

I replied.
Meera laughed.
We were in our bed. She laughed and hugged me.
That night we made love.
Life wasn't normal, though I made love to her every night.

Every other night we would joke about Mr. Shekhar. A joke I knew wasn't.
Eventually, one day I got a call from Meera asking if she can go for a coffee with him. I don't know why but I agreed instantly.
She was home before six in the evening. I had my usual queries that helped her easily read uneasiness. A part of me wanted her to understand my difficulty. My other part wanted to act cool. But I ended up being mocked at by her. She said I'm acting very weak. Then I mouthed one of my biggest blunders, yet again.

I said I don't really mind even if she goes out with a dinner date with him. She said I'm just joking.
I said I'm not.
She said if she goes on a dinner with him, he'd definitely take her to his home as Sheelu is not there.

"Where did Sheelu go?" I asked.

"She's gone to her son, who's working in Bangalore."

"So, if he takes you to his home, will you go?"

She thought for a moment and said she would, but she wouldn't let him have sex with her.
I appreciated her imaginary decision, in my mind.

"Because he's old?"

"May be."

"How about Arman?"

She turned her her head to me. It's a rare for me to talk about him.
She had a wicked smile.

"What about him?"

"If he shows up and asks you out, would you go?"

"You want me to go?"

She wanted to throw the ball in my court.

"I'm asking what would you do, would you go?"

She smiled again. And nodded affirmatively.
I couldn't make out whether she's just teasing me or letting me know her wish in a light way.

Later I walked into our washroom with my dirtiest imaginations involving Meera and Arman. I don't know what he had done to me but I never feel anything tragic in her incident with Arman. May be it's my unconscious mind, which believed that he must have earned it. He deserved her. He was powerful enough to satisfy her.
This thought was eating up my mind day by day. Though I made love to Meera every day during her safe period except when I was drunk, I knew I wasn't satisfying her. May be she won't accept it to me but that's the truth.
I felt empathy for her.

My empathy often lead me to washroom. I tried to find solace in imagining her with Arman. A couple of times I imagined us taking a trip to Goa again and meeting up with Arman again. Her face would lighten up on seeing him. I would tell her she can go with her, if she happens to ask me permission. She'd come back after one hour and what would she do? She would thank me? Or would she just look me down? Would she look at Arman thinking he's what she deserves and at me thinking this is what she got?

It was a drug. I was drugged.
Like I said, there are few things in your life you cannot choose. How you feel is one of them.

When I walked out of washroom, being exhausted, I saw Meera chatting.
It was Mr. Shekhar online.

"Oh really? You guys are together again!"

"Not like that. This is official. Can't avoid baby."

Things happen because of a reason. And things happen for a reason. Universal law.

"Hey I ain't complaining. You can go on."

She smiled.

"You can even tell him I'm not here."

She threw a pillow me.

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

"No. I'm not."

It was a lie.

"Why would I tell so?"

"To test him. Let's see if he's really off it."

"He is not interested, I know. He doesn't talk anything of that sort nowadays."

"Oh you don't know the truth then. "

"Oh, come on! What do you want me to do? You want me to invite him now? "

She seemed pissed off. I think she was acting pissed off.

"Yes."

"And you'll hide?"

"Yes.."

She quickly touched my dick with her hand and I was hard. I didn't expect that and I couldn't save myself. My useless dick turned out to be really a dick.

"And you want me to spend time with the old man"

"No."

"Don't lie baby. I know you like it"

She had a wicked smile.

"But he's really pathetic in bed, he would finish in five minutes.."

She mocked a disappointing face.

"That's why I'm letting you do it..."

"You're letting me.... do it, huh?"

I nodded.

"Do you want to watch?"

I still didn't know if she's serious.

"Yes."

"You dirty little bastard!"

She threw a punch at my stomach.
Then she typed few words on her mobile and showed me.

It read like this:
"n u knw, Krish isnt hme"

It was sent. Now I knew she was serious.

The die was cast.

I felt a growing sensation in my stomach. But I could bear it. I was kind of enjoying it.
Her mobile announced the arrival of a new message. She quickly read it and looked at me.

"He's coming, Krish!"

Everything was the same.

I stood still inside the darkness of the store room. The light was still not working. The door lock was still damage and I was really locked up. Outside, I didn't know if it's the living room or the bedroom, Meera was with Mr. Shekhar. He had arrived.
I looked at my mobile and time showed ten fifteen. My dick was still hard. Very hard.

Yet everything wasn't the same.

This time things weren't as quick as last time. I expected him to be taking some drinks this time or them even doing some business talks. But it wasn't true. Anyways, by the time Meera opened the door, after fifty odd minutes, my dick had gone limp in my pants.
Fifty minutes. Then she opened the door. She had her face washed, I noticed immediately.

"What took you so long?"

"It's not me, it's him took so long Krish!" Her voice was calm.

"What, he was talking?"

"No, you don't think so, do you?"

I thought she was still teasing me, as I walked into our bedroom. There I saw, the bed. It looked like an orgy was done there.
I looked her in misbelief. This time I saw her face clearly. Her hair was messy, lips were swollen. She was the aftermath.
She nodded her head. That's all I got at that moment. She went to bathroom and had a quick shower. I went to other one and took a bath myself too.
But the volcano was melting and an eruption was inevitable. She spoke when she was ready. She looked into my curious eyes and she could easily see that I wanted to hear it all.

Mr. Shekhar had come to redeem himself. He wanted to make amends.
"Last time I disappointed you, I know" He said, stopping her going to kitchen for drinks. He was quick to walk her into the bedroom. There, he wasn't an old man.

He was a strong man. And like a strong man he felled her to the bed. In bed, he loved her like a real lover. He started with a passionate kiss on her lips that was enough to push open all the gates of intimacy between them. Meera couldn't stop herself open her mouth and let him devour her tongue. Her floral tank-top disappeared as he moved his lips down along her neck to her curves and tasted her tits. His tongue drew circles around it. She lay completely nude in no time yet he showed no hurry to proceed further. He showered her with flattering compliments. As his lips inched from her navel toward her neatly trimmed pubic hairs, it tickled her and she giggled. And then he spread her legs and got in between them. Starting with a light kiss, he ended up eating her pussy incessantly, and didn't finish until she met with her first orgasm. She had to suppress her scream.

"It was awesome, baby" Meera looked at me. She unzipped me and took my dick out. It was in a complete mess, just like me. She took my right hand and placed it over my dick. She wanted me to take care of myself. I did that happily. I didn't want to interrupt her.

He then removed his pants and all, and presented her with his fully erect, slightly bent to left, enormous dick. She found it bigger than last time. She mentioned it to him.
"That was mine, then. Now, it's yours!" He whispered.
She grabbed it slowly and moved her hand even more slowly. He finished unbuttoning shirt and threw it away to reveal him completely nude. He wasn't an old man anymore. He then arose on his knees and moved closer. As he put his hands through her hairs, she could easily sense what he is seeking. His dick was speaking to her. She bent herself a bit and kissed it. Then she looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth.

As she told me this, I literally forgot to even blink. This wasn't first time I had come across a situation where she was revealed to be tasting someone's dick. But here, it was her revealing it. It was real. Her red soft lips had let a piece of meat pass it. Her tongue, aided by it's thousands of taste buds had had the taste of it. At that moment I envied Mr. Shekhar. I still do.

"I stretched my mouth to contain him, and to suck him. I didn't like it. But I felt I can't deny him. I didn't want to say no to him, baby"
Meera said.

After that he laid her on her back, with her legs up in the air, and shoved his dick into her. Into her hole. This time he didn't come in two or four minutes. He raised her legs on to his shoulder while he knelt between them and fucked her slowly yet rhythmically. He was hitting only in right places and she was quick to reach her orgasm, yet again.

"Huh! It was something! But know, he wasn't done."

Meera sighed.

He then made her sit on top of his rod and ride him. Something she never thought she'd be doing with him. His hands were on her tits as she was hit deepest of her. Until a point she cried she can't move anymore. He said he can handle it. He then turned her on her back and got between her legs again, to fuck her a bit faster this time. He encouraged her to ask him to fuck her harder. She screamed it until he shot his juices deep inside her.
Meera asked me if I had heard her screaming which she was doing nonstop.

"It was awesome, baby!"

For her, It was awesome.
For me, it was a revelation. I had ejaculated by then. I was in a complete nasty mess, but she didn't seem cared. That was a relief.

I slept like a dead man that night. In the morning, lying in my bed, I watched Meera getting ready for work and leave. I chose to stay in the bed. I felt no need to wake up. By the time I woke up, the world around me had become a blur. It looked like I hadn't slept in many days, and when I did, my dreams were nightmares that refused to fade away even in the morning. I was living a dream. What was clear in a dream, suddenly made no sense. Including the fact that you are awake.

"It was awesome baby!" Meera's voice echoed in and out of my dreams. She was in my bed, lying nude, her legs both up in the air, receiving that awesomeness between them. I could see her man, an old man in his fifties, moving his hip down and down, deep into her. I couldn't watch it anymore. My wife was taken. When she asked me if I wanted to watch, I was thrilled of such a possibility. I thought it would be amazing to watch her doing that. But it wasn't. When I saw it in my dreams, they turned out to be nightmares. Because she was pleased by being taken. I couldn't watch it.
I closed my eyes.

When I closed my eyes, it forced me to look at the darkness inside. In a nightmare, every choice you make is wrong one. And it's outcome is another nightmare. It never cease to exist.
I knew I had committed a sin. I had become the sin.

I felt I need to be punished for what I had done.

By the time Meera returned from work, I had become someone else. Inside. Outside, I pretended to be her husband.
I had prepared coffee for her. She sat in the couch and took a sip while measuring up my weak body language.

"Stop acting, Krish!"

She said.

"What?"

I looked at her like I was freshly awaken.

"Stop acting like you regret it."

It took a moment to sink in. She had my undivided attention and she continued.

"You should know the truth as it is. It wasn't an accident. You wanted it."

Yeah I knew that. I'm the sin. I said in my mind.

"Yeah, I know, I wanted it. But I'm scared if I would end up losing you."

I said.

I hadn't actually thought about losing her until i spoke those words. But as soon as i said it, I suddenly realised a matter to worry. What I had until then worried about was the past. But now, suddenly, I was worried about the future. I couldn't lose her. I loved her.
I wanted to cry like a baby. She sat me with her. Ran her fingers through my hair.

"You won't, Krish. If you think you'd lose me, then I guess you don't trust me..."

"No, no, baby. I trust you. I know whatever you did, you did it for me. You did it for my pleasure.."

At that moment, I was speaking with at most honesty.
Love is blind.

"Are you grieving because of what has happened?"

I nodded.

"You are wrong baby. You don't regret that. And it's okay. I know you like it. Otherwise I wouldn't have done it."

A few weeks earlier, in a dramatic moment, she had whispered in my ears that she couldn't stop her doing it. But at this very right moment, I failed to recollect it.
Love is dumb.

I still didn't know where it was taking me. Only thing I knew was that I had stepped over the edge. And I was about to be slipped into an alternate reality.

"You should accept that you love it when I do it."

I heard Meera saying.
She was rubbing her nose with mine.

"And you should know that I don't regret it. I can tell what is real and what is fake. I love you and you only, and that's real. Shekhar, Arman, all are fake. I can stop them whenever you choose."

I don't know if she was brainwashing me, but her words really soothed my mind. Because she was talking about future. She was assuring me of my love. We were still in love. We were still a couple.
I pressed my lips onto hers in a moment. They were softer than ever. No matter how many men have had its taste, it would still be fresh for me.
Love is insane.

"No, not now, baby. I need a shower first."

She shook her head and got up.

I was restless throughout the evening. I didn't wait for dinner. As soon as she was out of the wash room, I carried her in my arms into the bedroom and felled her to the bed. She could see how horny i was. But I wasn't shy.

"I'm not ready. Please.."

She said. But I wasn't one to stop.
Her towel had already vanished. Fresh, warm aroma from her skin was maddening me. I don't remember how I peeled her yellow panty off her and I do remember how I pressed my face in between her thighs. She didn't say a single word of encouragement, but I was a man possessed. Her lips, down there, was wet, only because of her shower. I mistook her to be aroused, or I didn't care, and i stripped myself off my shorts. I was fully erect.

"Omg, no, Krish!"

She tried to stop me.

"I am not ready!"

She said.

"Come on baby, i can't stop it. Please let me."
I wanted it.

"You didn't like to suck a dick, but you did it because you didn't want to deny his wish, did you?"

Someone inside me made me ask all of a sudden. She was taken aback.
I had shown my dick into the door of her love hole.

"Are you hurt?"

She asked a direct question. I stumbled instantly.

"No, no. It's not that..."

"You liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes.."

"Now push it Krish..."

She whispered, gesturing her eyes downward. I don't know if it was a reward for my confession. I pushed my dick into the hole and I could feel it was dry. But I wasn't interested in pausing.
Meera took a quick yet heavy breath, indicating the pain that I instilled in her.

"Am I hurting you, baby?"

I asked.

"Huh, yes! But it's okay, I want it, Krish!"

She tried to smile.

"Go, now."

I slowly pulled myself back and pushed again.
She took another breath. I saw her smiling herself despite the pain.

"What?"

I asked.

"You know, I wanted this in the morning. I was so horny. So wet..."

"Oh really?"

"Now I'm so dry..."

"Should I stop?"

"No, no. We can do it."

"Did I hurt you by asking about sucking him?"

"No. Did I hurt you by sucking him?"

"No."

"Did you like it?"

"Mmm.. maybe..."

"Say yes..."

"Yes..."

"So you want me to do it again?"

"Yes.."

"I will hold his dick and suck him..."

"Yes..."

"I will shake it and I will rub it's head on my lips... These lips.."

She touched her lips.

"Yes... Yes..."

"Kiss me Krish.."

I bent forward and kissed her. Deep, hard and passionate. I felt her tongue on my lips. It felt like the most intimate kiss we ever shared.
Once parted, I again pushed my dick into her. This time, it was smooth. That was all it took her to be wet.

"Fuck me now Krish.."

They weren't merely some random words of encouragement but an order to me. I went in and out of her, like I wanted to stay inside her forever.

"Tell me more, Krish!"

She wanted to hear more and I could only moan.

"Oh, Meera!"

"Tell me yes, I will take all of his dick in my mouth..."

"Yes.. Yes baby I want you do it... Suck him.."

"Do you want me to make him cum?"

At that moment I couldn't say whether it's her or me who were more insane.
Love is evil.

"Yes I want you make him cum in your mouth..."

"Oh baby..."

She moaned.

"All his cum in your mouth..."

She could only gasp this time.

"And I want you swallow it all..."

"Yes, yes, I will..I will swallow it all..."

And next moment, I was there again. Shooting all of mine into her.
My breath. My sweat. My blood. My conscience. My life. My love. All were flowing into her, exhausting me completely.
I had reached the bottom of everything. I couldn't see or feel anything for a few moments. Then when I opened my eyes, it felt like a door was opened.

Love is opening doors.
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