Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

"Make us a drink, Krish!"

Meera said as soon as she separated herself from Mr. Shekhar. I couldn't make out whether that 'us' included me too. I didn't think much deep about it anyway. I had stopped thinking at all. I tried to keep it simple and just filled our glasses with scotch and soda. Meera asked me to keep it light for her. She picked up her panty from the floor and started wearing it.
Mr. Shekhar had some other plans.

"Keep it that way, honey!"

Meera looked at him, eyes widened. I could see surprise as well as enthusiasm in her face. She was still excited.
I was equally surprised but I chose to play it down. I didn't try to look at Mr. Shekhar and hence I couldn't see his gesture to her. She leaned to him to pinch him, and while doing that, she tossed her panty to me!
My drink in right hand, and a soft pink cloth in my left hand. Weren't they the only options left in my life? Life could be symbolic.
I emptied my drink in one go. Meera sat on another couch and enjoyed a sip.

"You know what, Shekhar? He always wanted to watch it."

She said. I thought I spilled a drop outside my glass while I was refilling it.
I honestly didn't have any idea what was she taking me into.

"Really?"

Shekhar looked at me in surprise. I didn't want to reply but I couldn't help seem embarrassed.

"So, you enjoyed it?"

Her asked.

"Yeah, I've counted two shots."

Meera said and giggled.
She was hell bent to humiliate me. May be she didn't know that, instead she might have thought it's pleasing me.
Humiliation. May be it was a way to acknowledge. May be I wasn't updated of this information.

"OK Krish, that was cool to know. Well, would you like it if I spend some more time with your wife?"

"Oh come on, why not?"

It was Meera who replied him.
I only made an agreeable face to her.

"No I want to hear it from Krish!"

He demanded.

"Yeah please!"

I replied rather quickly.

"Thanks, my friend."

Mr. Shekhar got up instantly with a broad smile and held her hands.

"Where?"

Meera was surprised.

"To your room."

"Oh really?"

She instantly got up, and walked with him.
They walked together, with his right hand around her back, to the bedroom. Our bedroom. My bedroom.
And I soon watched the door getting closed Right in front of me. Disappeared from my eyes behind those doors was my wife. The one whom I loved the most. I doubted if she's gonna come back the same.
I suddenly remembered an old dream. I dream that I had thought a nightmare. I nightmare that I thought I can't live through. Now i was living it.
Nightmares would cease now. I sighed. Because they had become reality.
I sat alone there without moving an inch for the next ten minutes. Until I thought I heard a laugh from the room. I turned my head and looked at the closed door for a few moments. Nothing was audible.

I poured another glass and walked to kitchen like a man lost all of his battles. I had to engage myself in some activities to get some relief. My cock was hard again. But I chose to ignore it and took the knife.
For the next half an hour, I got busy devoting myself completely between the cooking and drinking. Once both was finished, I crawled back to the living room. They were still in the bedroom. I walked toward the door and stopped outside. I heard bed crackling noise.
I remembered my old dream again. I felt a déjà vu.

Should I push it open?

I touched the door unintentionally and it opened slowly. Though I hesitated first, I couldn't stop myself sneak my head inside and have a look. Door was opened completely and I got the sight.
There was my wife, completely nude, sitting on top of that man, Mr. Shekhar, also nude. And she was moving her her hip back and forth. They both seemed to be in another world, until they both looked at me.
She stopped moving.

"Ooh come on Krish, please. Let me do it..."

I was obviously a wrong place.
It wasn't my room. It wasn't my place. It wasn't my wife.

"S... Sorry!"

I blurted out and quickly withdrew myself.

"Please close the door, Krish!"

I heard her voice.
That was the sound of the last nail stuck on the chest I was being buried. Only thing that I felt alive in my body was my dick. It was hard at its best.

Alive yet useless. Hard yet unlucky. What I should make you dear?

I heard a sudden scream. A cry.

"Huh!"

It was from my wife.
Then another, and another.
She was being fucked now. He has taken the control. I guessed.
I couldn't hold myself anymore. I pulled out my boy from its hiding. Slowly I worked my hand with all my attention towards the sound of my wife. Mr. Shekhar was really a man. He was pleasuring a wife and her husband together. Indeed, a threesome! I wanted to watch it but there was no way. And it was okay. I could hear her. I could picturise everything from her sounds. Her moans told me about the places she's being hit. Her verbal demands told me what she wanted. Her cries allowed me know what she was being given. Her screams informed me when she reached yet another orgasm. By the time she were gasping and then laughing, I had shot my load into the air again, and I had to catch it with my left palm, not to spoil my door or place. I definitely had changed my preferences about the things I should never spoil or mess with. It was weird. I walked back to washroom to clean the mess I had reached, though I wanted to stand there and listen more of my wife.
When I came back, I saw the door opening and Mr. Shekhar walking out.

"Oh Krish, your wife! She's such a.... I now feel like an old man!"

He said without smiling at me.

You feel like an old man. I feel like dead.

I said in my mind.
I had started to feel the regret. I had cummed thrice. If not now, when? I suddenly remembered an old article I had come across weeks ago. About a man who watches her wife with her lover. A cuckold level three. Am I suppose to regret? Isn't that a bit unrealistic? Be real man, stop acting yourself. I scolded myself.

I had reached the bottom probably the day I watched Meera with Arman. I had been staying there since then.

My thoughts were interrupted by Meera's arrival. She was dressed up like normal and seemed completely at ease. She walked straight to me and embraced me tight.

"I love you baby."

"How are you?"

I asked. I wonder what I meant. Did I mean how well she was fucked and satisfied? Or did I mean how she felt herself after cuckolding her dear husband like that?

"Can't say baby. Are you okay?"

She patted on my cheek. Mr. Shekhar was sitting nearby and watching.

"I'm okay."

I wasn't.

"You seem exhausted. Did you masturbate again?"

I don't know how she was able to make it out. I was either obviously looking exhausted or she was still having those watchful eyes toward me. Or was it that I smelled like cum?

"Yes. I did."

I blurted out.
She looked inside my eyes and smiled. That beautiful smile. She still looked a virgin to me. I wanted to kiss her. We kept smiling at each other.

"What?"

"I want to kiss you baby..."

I said. I was a desperate boy. She kissed me on my lips. Her lips weren't warm but her kiss was.
I didn't know where they were a few moments ago, or I didn't care to know. I was melting. Once finished, I whispered her ears how much she means to me. And I meant it.

"Is it how you wanted it?"

She asked.

"What?"

"You wanted to watch it. And you have. Did you enjoy?"

I really didn't have a clue how to answer it. Yet I nodded my head.

"Yes."

"You want to see the bed?"

"What?"

"Go see the bed, baby."

She said with a smile.
I rushed to the bedroom and saw what's left.
The bedsheets. All disarranged. Spoilt. The aftermath.
Freshly fucked. It was a hell.
I must have stayed quiet a time watching it. Meera came from behind and her hands rounded me.

"Are you okay, baby?"

She asked.

"How are you?"

I repeated my earlier question.
She was okay. Very okay.

"How was it?"

I finally asked what I cared the most.

"It was okay. Very good."

"So this old man was a young man?"

"No. He was an old man."

She laughed. She seemed she'd forgotten Mr. Shekhar's presence.

"He wasn't that strong. And he wasn't that fast. But he was big. And he was so good."

"Was it painful?"

I asked.

"No baby, it wasn't."

Taking a big isn't a big deal, idiot. I thought myself.
She suddenly touched my dick. It was still damn hard. I was ashamed but I couldn't help.

"Silly boy, you're hard again!"

She teased me.
I didn't care.

"You know we fucked twice."

She said.

"Actually he fucked me once and I rode him once. You know your favourite pose."

"And he came twice?"

"No. Only once. But that was enough for me. He filled me."

The more she talked, the more I more I became desperate.

"Old man moves slowly and comes very late, that's what I like the most in him."

She whispered in my ear.
I come early. I Helplessly remembered.
Her hands had made my dick rock hard by touching it over the clothes.
I stood like a statue, being subjected to her care.

"He delayed it even more in the bed. Oh. And he said it's one of the best sex he ever had."

She had pulled me out of my shorts.
I breathed like a dying man.
She turned me toward her and kneeled in front of me, looking up.

"Do you like if I suck you, Krish?"

"Yes. Yes."

I breathed repeatedly.
I was desperate for that, even in my dying moments.
She leaned to her front and opened her mouth for me. I closed my eyes as I felt my dick entered her mouth. I knew Mr. Shekhar was watching but it was my turn. Or at least I thought so.
Her head went down and up on my shaft and for the first time in my life, I was knowing this pleasure.

Was it my compensation price?

My excitement in excess took me there really fast. May be i was out of juices and energy.
I exploded unexpectedly. She pulled me out of her mouth quickly. But I had finished even before that. She swallowed something.
You've come! She pinched my both cheeks.
And she stood up.

"You love it?"

She wiped her lips though there was nothing to wipe.

"Mmm."

She turned to Mr. Shekhar.

"You know it's his first time."

He was sipping his drink and with a smile, watching us.

"Wow! Congrats, man!"

He laughed. I didn't reply.

We joined him for one more round of drinks.
We then made our way to dinner. A light dinner. Mr. Shekhar left soon.

A cuckold isn't always a man who wants to watch his wife having sex with another man. There are different types of cuckoldry namely clueless cuckold, reluctant cuckold, bargaining cuckold and like that. There are different levels this:

Level I:

A man who comes to know that his wife has had sex with another man comes under this category. He may/may not like it but he is forced to stay in the relationship because he either wants to keep the marriage intact or able to dismiss the incident as an accident.

Level II:

In this, both husband and wife knows what has happened. Either he confronts her or she confesses. He also derives pleasure from what he knew. A fact to note is that his wife's lover doesn't know that her husband is aware of it.

Level III:

In this, the wife has sex with her lover with her husband's permission. And her lover comes to know of this fact. He may get to watch/listen the event, and he may not get to involve directly in the act. He may get humiliated.

Level IV:

In this he gets involved. But assumes a secondary role only. He may lick her pussy after the sex or pleasures her lover sexually. A lot of things. And in this level he likes humiliation.

'These levels have a progressive pattern. The most of the real cuckold incidents stay at level one or two. And the level four means the relationship has gone too far: The wife may or may not choose her lover over her husband. Either way the break up is inevitable.

Well, thanks for discussing your mind.

I woke up in the morning with a hangover. Meera was in the kitchen. I shook my head as if I needed to shake what's inside. I wasn't tired. But my head was aching. I quickly went to shower. I felt better. As the visuals from the night began to resurface, I felt the heat below my waist. I had a strong urge to masturbate. Nothing was there to stop me. It was really nice and long as I engaged myself in a half-sleep-half-real wanking experience.

Meera was waiting for me when I was out. She had a smile on her face and hugged me tight.

"What took you so long in there, baby?"

I didn't say anything. She parted and then looked at me with her big beautiful eyes.

"You were masturbating, weren't you?"

She looked divine. There was nothing I could hide from this woman. She never ceases to look irresistible.

"And you thought about yesterday?"

I nodded.

She gave me a look I couldn't read. Her smile was gone. A serious shade overtook her divine look in an instant. I thought she didn't like me masturbating. It was just seconds but it was enough for a hell lot of doubts to be piled up in my mind. Was she going to deny me from wanking? Was she going to deny me sex when I wanted? Was she going to make me do things that I don't like?

Apparently there weren't anything of that sort.

"We're gone too much, Krish. We should stop this.."

She said.
It was really a surprising move from her. I really doubted if she's joking. I couldn't make out whether she's serious or she's merely testing me. But it sounded a healthy move to me. Inside, I desperately wanted her back. But outside, I looked like I heard something I didn't want to. At first I thought I should welcome her decision. But then I thought if I do so, it would suggest I was desperate to stop her. I was stuck between. I don't know when this started, but I was way more obsessed in keeping her mind happy. Keeping things the way she wanted. I wanted to follow her, even when she wasn't asking. I was pathetic, I realise when I look back.

She was serious.

"Yesterday we did things we shouldn't have done, Krish. I mean, it was enjoyable, of course, but, but... you know, once in a while it's okay if you like... But... not like yesterday..."

She stammered a lot.

"It's okay, Meera. We did it, because we wanted to do it... It wasn't a mistake, we chose it.. It's okay baby.."

I was trying to help.

"That I understand Krish. But I'm talking about the extent we have gone. You know, I don't know if you like this, but I want to tell you the truth. Ihen I was in the room, you know, when we were doing it... When Shekhar was on top of me, I went too far. I was out of my mind... I.. I asked him to give me his juice..."

I was awestruck. I didn't know how to respond. I certainly didn't like it. But accepting it at that moment wouldn't make any sense.

"I asked him to spit into my mouth... And he did... Many times..."

She looked down. I swallowed a nothing. I looked at her red lips. I couldn't help but visualise them being parted and asking for a man's spit.

"I'm sorry Krish. I shouldn't have..."
She looked up.

"It's okay baby.. It's over now. We will stop..."

I don't know what makes me so tolerating. Maybe it's a symptom. Because I had started feeling ill.

"You don't hate me, do you?"

"No, no baby. I can't hate you. This spitting thing, you know, you can forget it."

I managed to say.
But can I forget? I asked myself. I didn't know.

Her face still looked like she would cry any moment. This is how they play with our heart.
I hugged her.

"I love you baby."

"I love you too."

Her arms kept pulling my body into her.

That noon, there was some terrible news. Mr. Shekhar's car was involved in an accident and he died in a hospital. I immediately contacted Meera and she said she was trying to contact me. She said the accident had occurred last night, while he was driving home from us. And he was drunk.

We both went to his home and attended the funeral. As we stood beside a grieving Sheelu and her children, I had a horrible feeling in my mind. It was guilt. I gazed Meera's face many times and I could see the same on her face as well.
We both stayed until the end of his funeral. Meera stood by Sheelu all the time.
As I watched both sitting together and mourning, I threw my mind a few hours back and tried to picture them. One was waiting for her husband at his home, and the other was...well, she was..
How ironic.

I felt sympathy for Sheelu and it had nothing to do with her husband's death.

Meera cried while coming back. She was feeling the guilt more than I had thought. She said it's us, who killed Mr. Shekhar. We shouldn't have let him drive so drunk. At first I tried to console her. Then I got angry saying that wasn't first time we had made him drink and drive. Even I do drink and drive. But it's not fare to take all blame on us for his death. Why, he couldn't think about it himself?
I talked a bit rough, but it indeed calmed her down.

Mr. Shekhar was gone. And his departure coincided with other changes in our life. Meera joined Mrs. Stella's office. Meera bought a new car. Meera quit drinking and started forcing me to do so. Mr. Das wasn't seen or heard after. We visited Sheelu a number of times and watched her life coming back to normal. Her children went back to their respective cities. Sheelu talked about her plans to go back to her hometown once she's done settling the deals fixed by Shekhar. She was planning to sell the bungalow as well.
Unlike Sheelu, our life took too much time to restore what was lost. Meera woke up, got ready, went to work, came back and slept. Some random cuddling, lonely laughs and boring love making rituals happened in between. But most of the fun were gone with Mr. Shekhar.
Two and half months. Then destiny struck again.

We had visited Sheelu a number of times after Mr. Shekhar's death. Most of the times Meera accompanied me. One day Sheelu told me there are some buyers coming to see the bungalow and she asked me if I can be there when they arrive. I instantly agreed.
The buyers came, saw the house and went.
A week later Sheelu called me up again and I visited her next day.

I thought it could be something related to the house sale. She was alone and seemed very depressed. Nevertheless she sat me in the couch and made me a cup of tea herself.
I could sense her state mind. I thought a deal might have stuck good and she might be worried of moving out of the home that was her husband's vision and life. I sat next to her and assured her I'm a true friend of her husband, and I'd do any help whenever needed.

Suddenly she started crying.

"I'm sorry Krish. I shouldn't have called you. I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you.."

She then started sobbing incessantly. I couldn't guess anything. I was shocked to see her sudden shift in mood.
I asked her what happened and why she's crying. She didn't reply. Instead asked me to leave as she didn't want to hurt me.
I didn't have a clue. Yet I tried to assure her.

"It's okay, Sheelu. I won't be hurt if you share it, whatever it is, it can never be worse than what happened to you Sheelu.. Please tell me.."

I persisted.

She almost stopped crying and looked me fit a moment. Then wiped her eyes and took another moment to calm herself down.

Then she dropped the bomb, as she quietly took her mobile, opened some files and showed it to me. I leaned forward and looked at the screen.

I forgot to breath as I saw it. It was a nude photo, a woman's back of her torso, taken from top angle. A shaken one, but it was sure that she was being fucked. It didn't have a face as well, but I could identify the person in an instant. Meera. My Meera!

Sheelu swiped the screen to show me the next. It had a better view with her butt, but also visible was part of a dick holding into the butt crack, probably into her pussy. Sheelu swiped again. Next two photos were blurred. Then came pictures that had it all. Her cute smiling face, along with her legs spread apart, some showed her ready to be fucked and other had her getting fucked.
Then obviously there were normal pics of Meera. The man in picture wasn't visible but it was anybody's guess. It's Mr. Shekhar.

I sat there silent. Unable to move. Unable to even look up, like I was the one who was caught with her husband.

But honestly I didn't have any plan to confess that I knew it all, already.

"I'm so sorry to show you this but I'm equally hurt, Krish!"

Sheelu said. Now she was consoling me.
I looked up and I felt I cannot sit there anymore. I couldn't say whether it was guilt or shock.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too, Sheelu."

So saying I arose, and I left immediately.

At home I didn't tell anything to Meera though I wasn't happy with her allowing him to take her pictures. But I didn't want to talk about it. And I thought it as a closed chapter.

Sheelu called me later that night to ensure if I was okay.
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