Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

Two days later we met again at her home, on her insistence. She said she had heard in the past that Mr. Shekhar had some flings but she always believed him. And she could never think her husband would steal his friend's wife. And she also wondered why such young lady like Meera choose an old man like him.

"She had that taste, I mean she used to adore old men. But I never thought she could do this.... She had told me that she respected him..."

I managed to say.

Like victims of a same accident, we kept talking and tried to ease it between us.

She then asked me how she was in bed with me.

I felt a bit awkward to answer that.

"She was... She was good."

Then it was my turn.

"How about...I mean... Shekhar..."

She looked down on the floor and let out a sigh.

"Shekhar... He wasn't active... I mean, for at least six months before his death, we didn't have sex."

I was surprised. I thought it's pity, for she's not that bad, even in her age. There could be men around her, who would be fantasising her.

"I think we should forget about it and move on."

I suggested.

"You know, I'm not feeling well when I think of Meera. Because, I immediately feel myself inferior to her.. She's every angle better than me Krish.."

I wanted to ease things more. But I couldn't see any options.

"Are you going to do anything with her? For doing this to you?"

"I think I'm not going to ask her about it... Because it will not help anyone..."

I dared to take a decision.

"Are you planning to do anything?"

I looked back at her. She was staring me.

"I... I want to have some kind of redemption. But I don't know how..."

"How? I mean what are you planning..."

She looked deep into my eyes and seemed thoughtful before talking.

"Can you have sex with me, Krish?

She asked in a low voice but I heard it perfectly. I was shocked.

We stared into each other's eyes.

"No, no, Sheelu."

I blurted out. I then apologised immediately and left.

Few days we both didn't try to contact each other. I wanted to apologise to her for hurting her, but at the same time, I felt it's not just right thing to do; she may be calling it redemption but it is revenge. Revenge against her cheating husband and my cheating wife. I certainly didn't want to be a pawn in that game.

Then unexpectedly we came across at a public place and Meera was with me. She was happy to see Sheelu but I could easily understand what was going inside Sheelu's head.
Meera was wearing a saree and looked very beautiful as always.

I saw Sheelu looking down at Meera a number of times and I thought I saw what was she thinking: This is the other woman who stole my husband.
And inside, I was burning in guilt.

That night I sent sheelu a message.

It just read read: "Yes!"

Sheelu sent me a smiley immediately to acknowledge my message. But there was nothing else.
I sat back and tried to relax. My heartbeats were heavier. Having sex with an elder woman wasn't my worry. But the reason behind it was. I was about to have sex with a widow to avenge her late husband's betrayal. The fact that I had a clear role in his betrayal could just leave me sleepless. What if she comes to know of the truth afterwards? I was feeling myself dishonest. Shouldn't I confess?
Three days I ate these types of thoughts only.

On the fourth day I was with Meera at a shopping mall for groceries, when I bumped on to Sheelu.
She gazed at me for a fraction of a second before turning her complete attention to Meera.

"Hi Meera!"

Meera was pleased to see her. They talked like close friends while I chose to play a statue. Sheelu seemed at ease with Meera and it actually surprised me.
She might have got some solace herself once I agreed to help her get her 'redemption', I thought. May be she might have changed her mind. May be she might have forgiven my wife.
But all my thoughts and hope were proved wrong in a matter of ten minutes.

"Would you mind if I borrow your dear hubby, my friend for this evening, Meera? It'll be helpful if he is there for me when they arrive.."

I heard Sheelu asking Meera. She winked at me when she spoke.

"Oh, sure, why not? Actually I won't bother if you take him right now, if you want. I'm done most of shopping, I can handle it myself.."

Meera was polite. And kind. And generous. And a fool. For now.

How times change.

I suddenly remembered a night.
A night, when a husband stood in the darkness of a kitchen store, leaving his wife alone in the company of a man, believing his wife would guard herself, fearing what would happen if she fails to do so. I remembered me. A clueless, stupid me.
Here my wife was leaving me in the company of a woman whom her husband had no plan to stop, knowing nothing. She was equally clueless.

How times change.

"That's so nice of you guys. I don't know how to thank you guys for your support."

Sheelu grabbed her hand. Then turned to me and extended her hand to me. I couldn't help but gave in. It was the first ever forced touch from my side to her. I mean I forcing myself to touch her.

I suddenly felt a rush within my body. My heartbeats were on a rise. I was getting excited when she lead me away from my wife. By the time I reached the parking space and sat inside her car, I was carrying a boner.

"Let's go?"

She looked at me. I saw a woman in command there. Her eyes would burn me.

"Let's go" I said.

"A cup of tea?"

Sheelu asked as I sat in the couch. I nodded my head. She looked at me and smiled.

"Relax, Krish. I won't bite you."

I wouldn't believe it. The scene was set. I knew why I was there.

"Oh you must be kidding!"

I said.

She smiled again. This time it was pleasing.
She quickly returned with two cups of tea. And she sat next to me.

For a few sips we both didn't speak.

I was feeling awkward.
I knew I was supposed to do something but I didn't know what. I really hoped she would take the lead. But the tea was finished soon and we were still separated by an invisible wall.

"You know it's getting awkward, isn't it?"
She asked.

I agreed.

She collected my tea cup and kept it on the centre table.
Then turned to me and touched my thigh.

"Krish, if you don't want to do this, don't. It's okay."

"No, I want to do this."

I said quickly.

She gave me a surprised look.

"I too want redemption."

I said and she smiled.

"You're not teasing me, are you?"

"Not yet."

She gave me a naughty smile.

"Do I look like a widow?"

She didn't. She didn't look a woman grieving either. She didn't even look a mother of two college students. I noticed.

"No. You look beautiful, Sheelu."

I said with a smile.

"Then give me a hug, at least."

She said. Her eyes demanded even more.

I leaned forward slightly and we hugged. I felt her shoulder on my chin. Her smell. Her warmness. I tilted my head a bit and landed a small kiss on her neck. That was all it took to break the ice.
We sat together in that couch and our arms tried measure up each other's back in that awkward position. But soon our lips met. She was very responsive. Our first kiss itself lasted long enough to leave both of us gasping for breath.
Once parted, she spoke her mind.

"Let's go to the room!"

It was happening. In the room, in her bed, we kissed more, and more passionately. Then she let me take off her black top before lying on her back in the bed, wearing her long skirt. Her boobs were bigger than what I was used to, and my hands soon found out it's softness, as she unhooked her black bra for me to explore them. She watched my moves and bit her lips as I devoured her tits. I returned to her warm lips to taste them again, as I lay next her and locked her with my legs.

"Take off your shirt, Krish."

She said. I unbuttoned my shirt but before removing it, her dark brown nipples again grabbed my attention. I leaned to her and I almost climbed on top of her while I sucked them. I sucked, bit and caressed them while she moved her hands on my chest, which was bared by then. She soon pushed me back and got on top of me, raising her skirt up to the thighs. My eyes were eager to peek inside her skirt and she smiled. I was kissed and treated by her and she was by then had become a horny woman. She sucked my tits and soon her hands touched my pants, which was slowly pulled down along with my jockey by the time her lips moved below my lower stomach. As she pulled it even more, my dick stood up in front of her and I watched in disbelief while it disappeared into her mouth. I was finding new places.

"Sheelu..."

I moaned and gasped for air as she sucked me slowly.
It was awesome.
She was awesome.

After bringing me at the edge of the pleasure of my life for a few moments, she looked up.

"Don't you want to fuck me, Krish?"

I moaned yes.

She didn't remove her skirt, she lay on her back and raised it above her waist instead. I pulled her panty down to remove it quickly and tossed it away. I then saw, her neatly trimmed, wet hole which was so inviting as she spread her thighs wide apart.
For a moment I wanted to kiss it. As I bent down and kissed her, I immediately felt her hand on my head.

"Oh my Krish.."

The trimmed hairs rubbed against my face as I started licking her, and we both wanted to feel it even more. I licked through her wetness and stuck my tongue into her hole while she pulled my hair in pleasure.

"Oh Krish... you're so good honey.... Keep it there.. Yes there..."

She kept whispering as if she was drugged.

"You're definitely better than my husband, Krish.."
I heard her say and looked up. She looked to her left, to the photo of Mr. Shekhar hung on the wall. She then pulled her mobile phone and clicked a photo of me.

"A souvenir.. Don't mind..."

She smiled and threw her mobile away. I smiled and resumed my efforts to consume her.
Until she was on the edge of her orgasm.

"Fuck me now, Krish, please..."

Her voice. I never thought a woman like her could beg me like that. I remembered when I had seen her for the first time ever in my life. It was when I had visited her family with my family. She was elegant, and content. She was a housewife who had everything. Now she was here. Everything is written.

She then guided me in as I kneeled between them and pushed forward my dick into her.

"Mmm...Fuck me, Krish, fuck me..."

She moaned seductively.

I felt her very different from Meera but couldn't spot it. I was completely in by a few thrusts, and I moved slowly back and forth, taking me to her innermost and outermost.

"I like it krish. Mmm.."

She whispered.

I didn't bother to get faster as I concentrated to move in maximum and moved out up to the edge. Sheelu again took her mobile phone and snapped me as I kept drilling her slowly. I was touching everywhere. And I lasted more than I could ever remember, before I decided to turn quicker. But then she suggested a change in position.

She turned her body up and knelt down and bent forward to be on all fours. She had removed her skirt by then. As I stood behind her round and soft buttocks, I remembered, that was exactly the way Meera was seen in the picture Sheelu showed me. This is redemption.

I positioned myself behind her and slid my dick into her.

"Mmm.."

She moaned.

I leaned forward and crushed her hanging boobs, and started moving my hip. This was even better as I soon got quicker and louder as I pounded her harder and harder till I lost control. With a groan, I shot my load into her, to the deepest as possible by pulling her hip back into me with both my hands. I could sense my dick spraying my warm juice into her in sync with my falling heartbeats.

We both then fell on the bed.
She smiled and hugged me while i lay next to her, breathing high.

"You've filled me."

She sighed.
She seemed like she had fallen for me.
I turned to her and we both engaged ourselves in a long passionate kiss.
When she got up, she didn't care to look for the clothes I had tossed away. She pulled out a pink top and skirt from her closet to wear. She then lit up a cigarette and took a puff. She gestured me if I needed one and I shook my head no. She puffed again.

"I'll make you something to drink. How about some fresh juice?"

I nodded.

She smiled at me and walked out. As I got up and collected my clothes, my gaze accidentally fell on the photo hung on the wall. Mr. Shekhar was still smiling.

I was feeling really nervous and incredibly excited as I sat next to Sheelu while she drove the car. She dropped me in front of my home and left. I didn't ask her to get down and she didn't. And I thought it helped me ease my mind. Only to an extent.

As soon as I saw Meera's face, I melt. She was beautiful and perfect as she ever been. I loved her. I couldn't think of losing her. I didn't want to take any revenge to her. I didn't need any redemption. I wanted only her. But inside, I felt like I was losing her. Somebody was telling me that I've done things that I shouldn't have done.

And next day all the hell broke loose.

I was just walking in to my house, and Meera was sitting in the couch, wearing a salwar, with her eyes burning.

"What have you done Krish?"

She breathed fire.

I knew there was some trouble. Before i could process my mind she hit me on the right place.

"You went to Sheelu to fuck her, didn't you?"

Huh!

"Tell me! You fucked her yesterday, huh?"

"Wh.. What.. What are you..."

I stammered.

"Don't try to lie.. Sheelu sent me photos... You eating her pussy... And fucking her! How could you do this?"

Sheelu?
I couldn't believe it.
What the hell has gone wrong? I thought.
Everything had gone wrong.

Meera showed me her phone. I saw myself. Between two naked legs.
I still couldn't believe it. Because I couldn't even think, process what was happening to me.

"You cheat!"

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she wasn't crying.

"Why Krish? You wanted redemption? You wanted to fuck Sheelu because her husband fucked me?"

That bitch, she had given my wife a word to torture me. Redemption.
Fuck redemption. Fuck Sheelu. I wanted to scream.

"Come on baby, try to calm down..."

I tried to find a way to start talking to her.

"I didn't want to do it... But when she said... I.."

"Shut up Krish..."

She wiped her tears.

"You know Krish, I never thought of you so down. So cheap. I knew you wanted me to sleep around. But now you've also started to sleep around. Tell me, is there anything left? Tell me, if there anything left between us?"

"Oh come on, Meera, whatever we did, we did because we both wanted it..."

I gathered some of my mind.

"Yeah we both wanted, but what? Did I ever say I wanted you to go run to a widow and fuck her? Did I tell you to eat her pussy? Oh I can't believe this! You're such a...!"

She looked at me like I didn't deserve to even stand in front of her.
I didn't know what to say.

"Enough is enough, Krish. We have to stop this. Stop everything."

I thought it's a good move. Stop everything. Stop those games.
But she didn't mean the games.

"I'm leaving you, Krish. I can't live with you anymore. We're done."

"What.. What do you mean?"

I took a step forward. She ignored me.

"And you know Krish, when I told you about the meeting I had with Mr. Das, I had mentioned about his friend named Mr. Thomas. I told you that he had brought me home that night, the same night when we had an argument and I had left the party earlier. And when I told you this, you said nothing! Why?"

I remembered. Yes, she had told me about him. Yes, but what did I do? Nothing. I had ignored it, because I already knew it. It wasn't a breaking news to me, and I had let it slip out, while I was listening to her. Big mistake.

I felt I was destined to be what I had become.

I was totally confused, and I couldn't respond.
Meera was digging deep into my mind through my eyes.

"I can tell you why, that you already knew that. I now know you love to watch me to fucking other men, don't you? You want to make me a slut. You were watching me that night, weren't you?"

"No, no, baby..."

I certainly didn't want to make her a slut. I loved her. But I was still lying, that I weren't watching her.

"And I want to tell you something, that your friend Sam also knew this. If you weren't there watching my back, he was surely there and he might have told you. Whatever it was, the truth is, you knew that I was with Mr. Thomas that night, didn't you?"

I couldn't reply. She had checked all the exits. My silence, however, made a big statement. A statement of confession.

"Like your friend Sam thought about me, you also must have thought about me. That I slept with Mr. Thomas that night. You really make me think myself so low, Krish! You make me feel like you always wanted to make me seduce strangers and do all the stuff you wanted. You're sick. You're making me sick."

"Meera, please... I knew that but I also knew that you didn't have sex with Mr. Thomas..."

"Don't try to fool yourself, Krish. You knew that only when I told you that I had slapped him. If I hadn't told you that, you'd still be thinking otherwise.."

I was speechless. The truth can make you numb.

"Why do you want to see me fuck around, Krish? What kind of husband are you?"

She looked me so down at.

"And now, you have fallen enough to do these stuff with...."

She shook her mobile on front of me.

"You know, she knew that Shekhar was cheating on her with me.. And she said she wanted to make me feel the same by taking my husband. You know, when she told me that, all I wanted to happen was the earth to split up and swallow me... I just wanted to end my life. You let me so low, Krish. So low... I can't live with you anymore, Krish!"

She was raining. The earth under my very feet was collapsing, yet leaving me reeling for breath.

"Are you leaving me?"

I thought I was crying that.

"Yes. I have to."

"No, baby please."

I begged. She shook her head and walked away from me, to the bedroom and closed the door.

I sat down like a man so lifeless.

I remembered my marriage night. The night when we looked into each other's eyes and promised ourselves that we're made for each other, forever. How shy she was that night. Shy to touch me and be touched by me. She was shy take off her blouse. She wanted to switch off the light. She giggled at the lightest of my touches on her breast. She tried to hold my hand to stop moving, in vain, as I tried to sneak into her skirt and panty. She bent forward and pleaded me to stop when I pushed my finger inside her. She laughed incessantly as I slowly caressed inside her, as my finger teased her clit. When I asked her 'isn't it?' she would always giggle 'it's not' but her face would indeed betray her, and I would ignore her objections. It was amazing to feel how her pussy was getting wet against her mind. And she wouldn't touch my dick. She was too shy. When I asked her where did she want me in her, she could never say it openly. She was embarrassed. And when I eventually push myself into her, she would always grab onto the pillows and moan, or even cry. And she always wanted me to cum, because my pleasure was hers. She didn't know that she could also cum. She was innocent. She never asked me to fuck her, it was always done as per my wish. She was mine. Mine only.

Until I tried to play games. Games that backfired and the real tragedy was I failed to recognise when it started to backfire.
My phone rang and interrupted me from my thoughts. It was Sheelu.

"What have you done, Sheelu?"

"I did what I have to."

Sheelu's voice was calm.

"I wanted to give her an answer, Krish. I wanted to feel a woman again. I wanted a normal life. You know, at first I thought Meera stole my husband from me. But then, when I saw her so happy with you, I realised that I was the one who was stolen from my own life. I wanted to claim myself back.. and that's what I did."

That's what she meant by redemption, you fool. I said myself.

"What about me?"

"About you? You saw what I did to my cheating husband. I left him, Krish..."

She sounded sad.

"You're a good man, Krish, and too good a man. I sympathise you for your loss, and more than that I pity you for... for you're very indecisive. Confused. I don't know if you can bear it, but I think I loved my Shekhar than you ever loved your Meera. May be that's why his betrayal changed me in a way that you can't understand. You need to grow up, Krish. Get out of her shadow. Get a life. Move on. I have nothing more to say than a thank you for what you gave me yesterday."

She cut the phone. The beep sound of the cut call echoed in my mind. I threw the phone away in despair.

More than all the misfortune I had been through by then, her statement to demean my love hurt me. It asked me questions that I couldn't bear.

Didn't I love my wife? Wasn't my love for her true?

I couldn't accept it. No, it's not simply true. Sheelu was wrong. I loved her. More than anything.

But it was time. What I thought or wished didn't have a say in what was happening in my life. I realised it as Meera walked out of the room with a bag.

"Can't you really stop, Meera?"

I walked into her way and asked. My voice was so weak.

"Can't, Krish. Sorry."

"I love you baby, please..."

"I know you love me and I love you too. But I also know you can't handle your love. You should grow up, Krish. I have to go."

"Where will you go, Meera?"

I asked her a question that I hoped she'd answer in a language that I could digest.

"You don't have to worry about it, Krish. I have called Ananya. I'm moving in with them, until I find a suitable space."

I heard a car horn from outside. She walked away without even looking at me, and I followed her.

Outside, I saw a car, and I saw Ananya and Sam sitting inside it. Meera walked further away from me and got inside the car. I had turned a statue.

I saw Sam smiling at me. He seemed happy.
Ananya had a mysterious look on her face.
Meera didn't even look at me.

I saw there, unable to move an inch back or forth, watching them move away from my sight, my life.

So this is my story. A chapter of my life.

Dear readers, you must be remembering a fact that I had told you in the beginning of this story. A person often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it. Mr. Shekhar was one such. Arman was another. And now there was Sam! He was my friend. But when I knew what he was, I wanted to avoid him and I just did it. And see! He's there, with a victory smile on his face, he's standing there. My wife whom I once wanted to protect from him, is now at his mercy, and that too when she's most vulnerable.

"The day Meera is available, I would fuck her Krish!"

He had screamed me. I had made him scream.

What was it behind his wry smile? I didn't know. Or I didn't dare to accept myself that I knew.
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