Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

Mr shekhar was in the air.
Sex was awesome between the husband and wife. We made love frequently, and we were aroused of talking about Mr. Shekhar. By each passing day I could feel like my wife would soon be sleeping with someone else again. I had accepted my nightmares as my destiny and they had ceased to distress me. I expected Mr. Shekhar walking into my life at any moment.

During those days Meera told me about an important development at her work. She was interviewed by her zonal head in charge, Mrs. Stella, directly and she was wanted to be working directly under her. She had some positive feedbacks for her.

She told her that her performance among a number of others were under her direct observance and she had found her work impressive as well as inspiring. She said she had been looking for someone like Meera and it's time to step up her profile.

The point was, Meera was up for a promotion.

I said it's a good news then. But I wasn't thinking much.

She explained it to me. It means her departure from Mr. Shekhar's comfort zone. It means she could no way favour him anymore.

"Actually, I have helped him way too much, I mean I favoured his deals, and it'll be problem for, I mean for him basically to continue get anything of that sort.."

She was worried more than I believed she should be.

I asked if there was something to worry about herself.

"No.. I mean not until Mr. Shekhar decides so.."

"What does that mean?"

"Means when the question arises why he was favoured among all, he can betray me if he wants.."

"But that won't make him save himself"

"Yeah but that's definitely a better reply than being silent and get blacklisted forever"

I could feel the foul smell then.

"But, will he do that?

"I don't think so, and that's why I feel safe. But I'm not feeling good about leaving him behind, it's too soon."

I felt good that my wife isn't a selfish one. She was at least thinking about it. She is actually a good person, I know.

"I think you should talk about it in detail with Mr. Shekhar"

I said.

"He knows"

Oh.

Mrs. Stella contacted Meera next day. She was considering an immediate welcome move. Meera said she needs two more days to decide.

Meera called me that noon and told me it's getting quite tough at her office. Mr. Das didn't like her movement for reasons she said she don't know.
She had spoke to Mr. Shekhar about it and he said he wanted to meet Mr. Das along with Meera. Meera informed me that she might be late as the meeting would be after her working hours.

She came home one hour late that evening. And she was very upset. I could read it from her face that nothing was gone in her as well as Mr. Shekhar's favour.

I just asked if it didn't work. She said it didn't.
I didn't ask anything else.

She spoke about it later at night.

Mr. Shekhar took her to a private room at Angels Restau-Bar and Mr. Das arrived after a tensed ten minutes.
Mr. Shekhar's idea was to let him make a suitable replacement at Meera's current chair. He was also offering monitory benefits to Mr. Das. At that very moment Meera wondered why it was so tough to do it at the moment, because it was same Mr. Das who had let his earlier request or demand or whatever it was to place Meera in the chair. She couldn't make out why they both fell apart. Though she didn't say anything, Mr. Das was straight forward and cleared her confusion in a moment.

He said, he would do as Mr. Shekhar suggested, only if his sole wish was fulfilled.
He glanced at Meera more than necessary while he spoke.

"I could anticipate what was coming."

Meera said to me. But I couldn't see what she saw. I asked her what it was.

"He wanted me!"
she said.

Now I literally dropped my jaw on the floor.
Things that happen inside these corporate offices are quite unbelievable. And Mr. Das had even more surprises to throw in.
Mr. Das wanted to sleep with Meera for once. He said he had heard about her even before her profile was introduced to him by Mr. Shekhar through theircommon friend Mr. Verma. It was from Mr. Das' close pal named Mr. Thomas.

Mr. Thomas had told him about an encounter he had with a girl named Meera at a party few months ago. He had almost made it home but he was slapped across his face when he made his vital move. It was a rare failure for him. When Mr. Das later heard about Meera, he immediately wanted to see her because Mr. Thomas was in such a good impression about her curves. Meera's profile was also impressive and there was no need to turn down Mr. Verma's request. From the first day of his meeting with Meera, Mr. Das was nurturing his dream of having this chick in so demand, so badly.

Now she was moving out, and the only compensation that he could think of was herself.

"Only, you can save this man and his business, Meera. And of course, your career too!"

Mr. Das had a wry smile on his face.
Meera's face frowned as she explained it all to me.

And, while listening to her word by word, the most importantly, I made a crucial mistake, which you guys might have already guessed. For those who haven't, I will tell you more about it later.

"I know it won't sound so good for you to do, but if you don't it can be worse."

Mr. Das said and Meera couldn't hold herself anymore. She jumped up and bang! A tight slap on his face.

"You dirty pig. How dare you?"

Both Mr. Shekhar and Mr. Das was terrified by her actions. But Meera didn't care. She neither spent a moment there nor waited for Mr. Shekhar's response, before storming off the place. She rushed herself to the parking space. A few minutes later Shekhar arrived.
He straightaway grabbed her hand and said she did the right thing. He smiled at her and asked her to relax.
He said it's okay.

"I couldn't feel at ease. You know I was actually beginning to worry if I had put him in trouble."

Meera said and sipped the coffee I had made for her.
I couldn't disagree with her. Her action would indeed attract severe consequences.
But I was glad with Mr. Shekhar's reaction. He had earned my respect. I told Meera about it.

"Yeah, he is a good person."

She looked at me.

"But I think I overreacted, didn't I? I definitely did. I could have rejected his demand verbally, I shouldn't have slapped him. How foolish I was.."

Our doorbell rang at the moment.
It was Mr. Shekhar.
Just seeing his face was enough for Meera. She sobbed.

"I ruined everything, didn't I?"

Mr. Shekhar sat next to her and tried to console her.
"No, it's okay. He got what he deserved. You did the right thing. And you don't have to worry about it's consequences. Especially you. I told him there will be consequences if he dares to move a muscle against you. If he does, I'll make sure he'll also feel the heat."

He sounded really firm and this time Meera really felt at ease.
I too felt good because his words meant he not only deprecate her but also stood for her.
He was gracious.

"So what about you?"

"What about me? There is nothing left for me to do, for sure. But that's not the end of the world baby, I can take a step back, it's no big deal. Your old firm, do you think they will black list me for this? They should welcome me instead, shouldn't they?"

Now Meera's face really lit up. They were talking business or things best understood by them only.

"Yeah, really! I never thought about it."

Meera even smiled.

"You know, I was worried I really ruined you.."

"Oh no! How can you be so silly?"

Mr. Shekhar laughed and patted on her shoulder.

Meera was all smiles.

"So it's..."

"Come on Meera, move on! It's time."

"Oh God! Thanks!"

She was relieved completely and smiled at me.

"So what next?"
I asked.

"What next? It's only about Meera now, she's being promoted. Bring the bottle, man!"

Mr. Shekhar was ecstatic.
I didn't want to waste time. As I began walking to the kitchen he stopped me.

"Oh, I brought the bottle, Krish. You ready the snacks, please!"

"Are we partying, guys?"

I heard Meera asking and assumed Shekhar would answer it. There was meat, and fish in the freezer. I volunteered to cook.
Mr. Shekhar soon fetched the scotch from his car and he himself prepared the drinks.
After finishing the first round, I returned to kitchen. I could hear them talk and laugh. I heard him suggesting her that he would take us out for dinner once the drinks are over. She was saying no, she would do it instead.
My snacks were ready by the end of second round and I returned to the living room with it. Meera was sitting with Mr. Shekhar. I played music at a low volume.
Mr. Shekhar turned his head to me.

"Bringing up the party mood, huh?"

I smiled.

"You know I really love the ambience you guys create at home so effortlessly. It's amazing."

"Yours is even better, Shekhar. What do you say Meera?"

I asked.

"But you have Meera with you. She's a rare breed, I mean the way she stands by you in your every move. She's so fun. Absolutely beautiful and intelligent. I really envy you, Krish. How can you be so lucky?"

His comments was really flattering. I looked at Meera. She was enjoying every bit of the sounds dropped out of his mouth. She blushed.
More than her face, my eyes were really stuck to her lips.

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

I suddenly remembered her words, of a few days ago. It brought me am itche inside my stomach. I withdrew my eyes.

"Oh come on. Next time when I see Sheelu I'll ask her if you flatter her like this.."

Meera said.

"I am not flattering you, Meera. Come on, it's real. Ask your husband. I am sure he won't disagree."

How can I disagree with you, Meera? I asked in my mind.

I nodded myself and poured another round.

"Come on, don't drink too much. Tonight you don't disappoint your lady, please!"

Mr. Shekhar joked and Meera laughed. I had to force myself to laugh.

"It's my wife's celebration and if not now, then when?"

I managed to say.

"Oh then, you first need to take her to bed. Then you can resume drinks, what do you say Meera?"

I couldn't really make out whether he's flirting or he's just poking me.

But Meera took things to another level.

She grabbed me by my collar and pulled me to her. I felt her lips around mine and I thought I would drop the drink from my hand. Only after she finished her short kiss I realised I wasn't holding any drink.

"Oh this is really hot. Should I help you with the lights, guys?"

Mr. Shekhar arose from his couch and switched off the lights. It was all dark then except for the light from the kitchen.

"Oh! Where are the other lights, man?"

Meera laughed.
I got up and got the remote.
I switched on all the decorative lights. Red and blue lights.
Mr. Shekhar turned the music volume up and returned to his couch.

"Mmm... You want to watch it really?"

I heard Meera and I wondered what's there to watch.

"Of course, allow me!"

Said Mr. Shekhar.
Meera smiled at me. I couldn't think of anything. With her everlasting smile she simply got up and sat on my lap, facing me. I leaned back on to the couch.
Her lips were again on mine. I couldn't even breath. I felt her fingers running through my hair. I felt her tongue intruding my mouth and all my defence were broken in a moment.

"Baby!"

I heard her whisper.

"Mmm."

I moaned.

"Do you want to make love to me, now?"

I could only moan.
She pulled my T-shirt up and I merely held my hands up. She tossed it away. I couldn't really think of Mr. Shekhar at that moment. I could only sense my dick making strong growth in my pants. She too felt it and by moving her hip a bit backward, she touched it with her hands.

"You're up. Let me see!"

So saying she pulled my shorts along with my jockey. My erection jumped out, and she quickly grabbed it.

"Mmmmm.... You're really up."

She smiled.
I struggled to breath.
And what she did next nearly stopped it.
She slid both the bodice straps of her dress down off her shoulders with both her hands and pulled it down. Down, until I saw her dark coloured bra - I couldn't make out the actual colour in the dim, dancing lights- and her breasts - I could make out the colour and softness even if I go blind- and still wanted to see more. I wanted to have more. My hands rushed through her silky skin body and I quickly managed to unhook her bra. I was blind by lust by then, and I tossed it away with a smile. I immediately wanted to kiss her and admire the beauty that she was. As I was beginning to dip my face into her milky hills, she turned her head toward Mr. Shekhar.

"Shekhar, are you there?"

She asked.
I couldn't see him.

"I'm here only, honey!"

I heard his voice.

"And you want to join?"

I skipped many of my heartbeats.

"I'm dying to, Meera!"

I heard him say.
My heartbeats resumed, and it was quite faster.

"Isn't it okay Krish?"

Meera looked deep into my eyes. It was a question. But she wasn't asking. She was just suggesting what she wanted to do. I could merely node.

"Say yes! He may want to hear it!"

She said. It was an order now.

"Yes!"

She gave me a momentary smile before turning toward him. By then, I saw his face near her head.

"Are you ready, Shekhar?"

She asked.
He didn't say anything. He placed his both hands on her shoulders and bent his upper body to bring his face closer to hers; and without showing any sign of hesitation, he kissed her. A lip to lip, first kiss that lasted only three seconds I guess. She smiled at him again. Then she put her hands on his palms and pulled it down, to her breasts. My eyes was following his hands until I was blocked by her face as she kissed me again. On my lips. I couldn't respond, though I was horny as hell.
By the time she finished, she had left her grab of his hands.
She quickly turned to him.

"I think you should take off your clothes..."

She whispered. My eyes was shamelessly glued to him. He wasn't even looking at me. He smiled back at her and started unbuttoning his shirt. We both sat still as he removed it.

"Now, pants too."

She didn't stop smiling.

"Oh.. You're making me nervous."

He said.

"Really? No problem, I'll help."

So saying she extended her left hand and pulled him closer by his pants. I had no idea how could she be so spontaneous. The men, both were nervous.
She helped him unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants, and I watched her pulling it down to reveal his Calvin klein's, and more than that, his bulge. My wife was taking me to a threesome. I wanted to have some water, suddenly.

"Oh you're up!"

She quipped.

"For you!"

He replied.

"Is it for me?"

"Every inch of it."

"Every inch? Wow! But how many are they?"

She was now looking up into his eyes.

"Why don't you check it yourself?"

He was every bit of impressive as he always been. I could neither speak a word nor make a move as they talked intimacy.
They were teasing each other.
Meera looked at me.

"I should check it out, baby?"

I didn't have a reply. She neither waited for one, and she slipped off my lap. Her boobs shook and it's swinging motion easily caught my attention. She didn't care at all and she dropped to her knees.
Then she pulled his brief down with both her hands.
His dick swung up into the air, and I saw it. And what a cock it was.

It wasn't something that Meera had earlier picturised to me. It seemed like it would be bigger limp than I am hard. It was bigger and thicker.

"Oh, yes, it's big!"

I heard Meera say.
I knew she was saying it for me. I anticipated her grabbing it. My dick was out of my shorts and I had started leaking precum.

"What you want me to do, Shekhar?"

She looked up into his eyes.

"It's all yours Meera."

"Tell me."

"I want you to kiss it.."

"No, I won't do it without my husband's permission..."

They both were playing games and I was the audience.

"Krish won't disagree..."

"No, he won't allow.."

"Why?"

"Because I have never done this to him!"

"Oh really? Really Krish?"

He suddenly turned to me. She too. I stammered.

"Yeah... Yeah..I mean never.."

"Oh, shit.. You must be kidding!"

I sat like a statue. I knew what was happening. It was humiliation. But my dick was hardening. I couldn't help it.

"But it's okay. Now Krish, please ask your wife to do it.."

He held Meera's head and moved an inch closer to her. I thought his dick would touch her face any moment.

"Come on Krish, ask. I can't wait to have her lips on my..."

He stopped.
Meera too looked at me.
Was she smiling?

"Just say it, Krish!"

"Yeah, do it."

I blurted out.

"Say it louder, Krish."

Her voice was firm.

"Do it, Meera!"

I upped my weakened voice.

"Do what?"

"Kiss him.."

"Him? Where? And only kiss?"

Questions poured in and I knew I was just making Mr. Shekhar annoyed.

"I mean his dick... And not just... Not just kiss.. suck him..I want you to suck him, baby!"
I finished conveying my wish to my queen.
She smiled at me and I saw her hand moving to his dick. I could see the lustful look in her eyes. She took his throbbing erection in her hand as she turned her face to it and lifted it's weight into her mouth. I swallowed my saliva as she pushed her face slowly forward to contain him inside her mouth.
What followed next was a complete assault which I couldn't distinguish as a mouth assault or dick assault. Meera worked hard and he merely stood there slightly touching her head. I could see him enjoying every bit the pleasure my wife was giving him. At one point he looked at me to say that I should remove my shorts and shake myself.

I badly needed that comfort. I removed my shorts quickly and sat there completely naked. I wasn't ashamed of my size. I knew my size wasn't small. He was just oversized. That's it.
I started jerking my dick and I ejaculated within no time. Luckily - I thought at that time - they both didn't notice when I came.
Meera then removed her mouth and started working her right hand on him. She was very fast.
Shekhar moaned she's taking him there.

"Krish, can I swallow him?"

Meera asked me, without looking at me.
I couldn't speak.

"Just say yes, Krish!"

Mr. Shekhar shouted, and I instantly replied.

"Yes, swallow him, baby!"

Meera increased her speed and I knew he would cum any moment.
I leaned a bit right to see it clearly. I was in.
Then he came. She suddenly put its head into her mouth and held it that way, as Shekhar moaned.

"Oh yes, my Meera, yes!"

Then I saw her swallowing. I don't know how much. I didn't see even a drop. She didn't let me. What a bitch! But I saw her swallowing it part by part.
Once finished, she looked up and smiled at him. Her man.
She got up and first thing she did was to drop her dress to the floor. Her pink panty remained, unable to hide any of her marvelous curves.
I didn't hear them talking anything, but everything was well said. She sat on the couch next to me and he kneeled. He then pulled her panty down, running his hands along with her thighs.
She pushed her hip forward and spread her legs apart. He pulled her legs even closer to him, before kissing between them. She moaned immediately, and and slapped on my thigh with her left palm.

"Huh!"

She gasped.
His mouth was open, and I could see his tongue going in and out of her wet lips. I had the perfect view for the whole fifteen minutes that he devoured her pussy. At end of it, she pushed his head away, and shouted.

"Enough! Take me to the bed Shekhar..Fuck me now Shekhar!"

Shekhar licked his lips and shook his head.

"No. Not until Krish tell me so."

I couldn't believe things that they were making me do. I had to become their slave.

"Tell him Krish, tell him to fuck me."

Meera hit me again.

"Fuck her, Shekhar, please."

I said.

"Good."

He smiled.

He got up and made her lean to her left, to my lap, and raised her right leg to the handrest the couch. She lay there with her head in my lap. Her left foot was still the floor and that made her well stretched apart.
He half-kneeled with his left knee on the edge of the sofa and shoved his massive dick into her hole and paused.
Meera moaned.
He looked up to me. I was watching without even blinking.

"I'm going to fuck your wife, Krish! Isn't it hot?"

"Yes, it is. Fuck my wife Shekhar, Please!"

I said quickly. Was I hurrying?

He immediately thrust his dick into her, causing her to moan loudly. Meera held on to my hand with her left hand and on to the couch with her hand as he slowly pushed all of his into her within a few thrusts and then began to slid in and out of her. Her body flapped as he fucked her. He was stretching her inside; as I could make out as I heard her making a sound 'huh' every time he pushed into her.
She looked up into me and touched my face.

"I... love you...Krish!"

I heard her say painstakingly. I know if I tell you this now, you'd say how foolish I was, but this simple gesture from her at this juncture sounded a lot for me. I felt her generous as well as loving to be able to acknowledge my presence.

"I love you too, baby!"

"Oh my baby... he's so... fucking awesome."

She turned her eyes back into him as another thrust pushed deep into her.

"He is... so fucking... perfect.. Huh!"

"Your wife is so tight, Krish!"

Mr. Shekhar said and bent forward to kiss my wife before resuming his deep penetration.
He fucked her harder and and deeper, making her almost cry. Her breasts swayed back and forth with each push.

Then Meera began to orgasm. She gave her complete attention to him and moaned loudly, pulling his hip into her.

"Huh... fucking.. Ouch!"

He paused a few moments to let her settle down before going all in again. And it was longer. Longer as she had mentioned about him last time. He wasn't an old man. He was teaching me and I was witnessing if not learning how to make love to my wife.

It wasn't horribly late as he was there.

"Oh yeah, baby!" Groaned Shekhar.

He stepped up his pace and force, slamming into my wife's hole harder and announced it.

"I'm cumming Meera."

"Yeah," Meera moaned.

"Please, Shekhar! Fill me up. Oh my god."

He waited no more. He groaned loudly and pushed deeper into her, while pulling her hips back into him. A couple of more quick thrusts, and he was done. My throat went dry as I felt all of it's water was transmitted to my cock to make it cum. I was shaking myself incessantly. And I shoot another load into the air as my wife was being filled with cum from another man. My wife looked at him tenderly.
He lowered his torso and kissed her, right in front of my eyes. Her arms made a circle around his neck as she kissed him back. Her messed up hairs strands lay in my lap, and I had to take extra effort not to make it polluted by touching my dick. I now wonder what effort I had made, not to make my wife polluted. She was lying there, having consumed and contaminated with loads of cum through her both ends.

"You're the, oh my god... you're so good, Shekhar! I love it!"

Meera breathed compliments, while Mr. Shekhar stood up. She too arose and picked up her dress from the ground.

I saw her noticing my now limp dick and the mess I had reached. She had a wicked smile her face. I ignored it and pulled up my shorts.
Meera wore her dress and touched my face.

"Did you enjoy the show, baby?"

"Yes, baby!" I tried to smile.

Mr. Shekhar too had finished dressing up, and he pulled her towards him.

"Did you enjoy the fucking, baby?"

"Oh yeah...!'

So saying she leaned forward and they kissed, surprisingly noisy. Unsure of what I should do next, I sat there on my own, as they kept eating each other's lips.

I was starting to feel the pain. I knew it's going to be devastating.
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