Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

It wasn't hard for me to stay awake as both the ladies dropped off to sleep. I was feeling good about my wife. She had defended herself in the challenges.

I felt like I wouldn't get sleep in the whole night. It was not because of my usual nightmares but excitement. Excitement, knowing your wife's secret. They can excite you, can't they?

I left the home after two o'clock. Both the ladies were in sound sleep. The security guard was also sleeping. So I simply drove off.

Next day, I contacted both Das and Ananya. Das was sad. He said Meera's friend took her away from him and volunteered to drop her.
"Actually she said she'd stay with her. That bitch Ananya. She's Samay's wife. Both the husband and wife are ruining my plans!"
He said in disgust.
"Don't worry, you still have time."
I said, happily.

Ananya called and I guessed what she'd want to tell. Secrets.
"We need to talk, Krish. I have a secret to tell you."
Secrets.
I knew it would be about Sunny. About Meera's confession of holding someone's dick in her hand.
"Can you come over? I'm at home."
Ananya asked.
"No, I don't want to face Sam."
I knew he wasn't there.
"Sam's not home. He's on a tour."
"No I'm still not coming because I am a weak man; I can be easily seduced by you."
I was being honest. I didn't want to live in regret again, though merely a thought about Ananya would give me a hard-on.
She agreed.
So we met at a coffee shop. But it wasn't about Sunny. It was about Meera's boss Das. "This man has an eye on your wife. Meera was about to leave with him."

She concluded.
"Leave to where?"
"Leave to her flat, he was dropping her home."
"Oh, I thought he was taking her somewhere else.."
"If I hadn't interfered, she would have been seduced by him."
"Oh come on, one can't seduce her just by dropping her home."
"How can you be so stupid? This is how it works. It happens. She was drunk. If he had gotten inside her home he can even force himself upon her. Once it happens she won't tell anyone it happened."
"But I don't think Meera will ever do that."
"I don't know how to make you believe."
"Like you trust your husband, I trust my wife."
"But my husband has me. Whenever he feels excited, I'm there for him. That's not the case with Meera. When was the last time she had a man's comfort?"
"Come on. Don't be ridiculous."
"You're not opening your eyes, Krish."
"How old is this guy, Mr Das?"
"He's like forty-five"
"And you think she'd be seduced by him?"
I remembered Mr Shekhar's face suddenly. How old was he? Forty-five? Fifty-five?
"There's nothing bad about age. They come guaranteed of matured dealings afterwards. Sam's boss is forty-eight!"
"What does he has to do in this?"
I asked like a fool and she gave me a stern look.
She kept arguing but I wasn't ready to open my eyes. You can't wake a person who's faking his sleep.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
I asked.
Well, she didn't tell anything about Sunny.
Women are good with their secrets.

Monday I had Das' call.
"She lot of things happened yesterday, buddy!"
He said.
I was surprised.
"Let's meet up."
So we were at the corner table in the bar. I merely listened, as he opened up.

"I had called Meera. I told her that her friend was a bit offensive and how I felt she suspects me having bad intentions. Meera said she'd talk to her friend. She was sorry for that. I got her say what she thinks of me. I asked her if she had felt I've got bad intentions for her.
'No. I don't think so. What about you. Do you have any?'
She replied, and she was smiling. I saw a fine opportunity in that smile.
'Well, who can feel so cold to a beautiful woman like you. But in my case, I'm damn sure I won't show it and won't make a foolish move, not even an inch. Because my ear is still aching.'
I was using a bit self-sarcasm by referring to the infamous slap, and was spot on; she was embarrassed and inclined to keep going. We had a long chat."

"I mentioned that I'm actually scared to even to ask her out on a coffee date. And so I'm forced to spend my hangover eve alone.
'I was thinking about inviting Reema for a coffee right now.' I told her.
You know, Reema is the last choice big mouth dumb woman in our office. It's a punishment. Everybody knows that. Meera got it and laughed.
'Oh, you don't have to be scared of me. I'm over that incident.'
'Are you sure?'
'Yes.'
'So I can avoid Reema.'
'Yes sure.'
'So where should I come to pick you up?'
She was immediately ready. I picked her up from her home and we then went for a coffee. It's a Sunday, you know. Busy places. Busy afternoon. Warm evening.
After coffee, I suggested a movie together, 'It's been a wonderful evening. I can't seem to be thinking of ending it. Actually, it's been a while I've been to these places.' I told her.
She agreed and we watched a film. Rubbing together each other's hands, she was quite comfortable with me.
'Now we have become real friends, more than just colleagues, I guess.'
I commented after we finished the film.
I then took her for dinner and she was surely enjoying time with me. I then dropped her home, I think I have managed to leave a perfect gentleman image."

I merely looked at him as he described all this, and finishing his drink. When I was busy defending to Ananya that my wife can't be seduced by such a 45-year-old guy, my wife was enjoying a lovely evening with the same 45-year-old. Their first date.
Isn't she really going to be seduced by him?

I was waiting to hear from Ananya on Meera's Sunday outing with Mr.Das. She soon called me and told me about it. It was exactly what Mr Das had told me.
"And you know Meera was criticising me for insulting him. And to defend her stance, she told me about the entire Sunday eve date with Das, she said he made not a single move that she can worry about. She said he's a perfect gentleman."
At this point, I felt Mr Das is not a complete dick like he presented to me. He has a face that he hides from me, and he is putting it on only when required.
However, I pretended to be cool with it.
"I also think the same way, otherwise he would have tried to take advantage."
Ananya was pissed off.
"You're a fool as your wife is. You'll learn only when she spreads her legs for him."
"Mind your language, Ananya."
"Oh, you're really feeling bad now. I don't know how you'll feel when this happens in reality."
She cut the call.

In the night I recalled Ananya's words. I was carrying a boner in my pants since she said those words.
She thought I'm a fool. I laughed at her but deep in my mind, I had that feeling, a fear that my woman was going to spread her legs for him. The more I thought about it, the more I hated Ananya. Because she could be true.

And what about Meera. Is she having the same feeling?
Is she expecting herself in bed with him?
What will she be doing right now?
In her bed, she will be lying. And who will she be thinking of?
Me? Mr Das? Or Sam?
It could be Mr Das.
Is she wet thinking of Das? Is she preparing herself for him? Will she do it? The more I thought about it, the more I got harder. Then I imagined her holding her legs apart for him. She moaning his name.
Fuck me, Das. Please. I'm all yours.
I shot my load in the air, bringing myself down to reality.
I hate you, Ananya. Bitch. I grunted.

Sam returned on Tuesday. When he went to see Meera on Thursday, Das was ready with his plan. When Meera showed up in his cabin to inform she's leaving early, he put on a disappointed face. He said he wasn't feeling really well and was hoping for a coffee with her. It's been a couple of days. She thought seriously about it looking at his face and then decided to stay.
"Okay I will tell him and come back."
When she was back, Das immediately left with her. For a coffee.
"You know, the times e spend together are invaluable. You breathed fresh air into my boring office life. It's my luck that you rejoined us."
"Actually it's my luck that you were there to help me rejoin you. I'm like, finding myself again."

She smiled.
"Who was that man, calling you out? Another lucky fellow?"
"That's Samay Madhav. You remember Ananya - my friend - right? That's her husband. He's my friend too, he helped me a lot with my new home."
"I'm sorry I spoilt his evening, but honestly I'm feeling a bit proud that I'm chosen over that friend. I'm proud that I've earned your company."
"You speaking like this is certainly flattering."
She gave him a gorgeous smile.
"But I'm also thankful to you for making me feel worthy."

Then she opened up with her story.
In that, her husband cheated on her and it ended up in their break up.
Das was astonished to know that a man in possession of such a beauty could seek for better options.
She said, "Well it's true."
"Come on, what does a man then expect from a woman."
"Maybe I'm not good enough."
"Maybe he's a blind."
She smiled and finished her coffee.
"Would you like if we get together this weekend?"
He was asking her out.
But she declined him gracefully.
"I'd love to, but not this time, Mr Das. I'm not finished with my new home. It's quite personal, but I promise that I won't say no when you ask next time."
"That's really cool for me, Meera. I'm just waiting for it."
Mr Das nodded his head.

Das shared with me these details on our Friday booze. If she had agreed, Mr Das wouldn't be sitting here with me, I thought. He would have been having fun with my wife.
What type of fun would he have shared with my wife?

Mr Das made Meera work with him on Sunday. There was actually some requirement to verify some presentations. He took advantage of it and asked if she's willing to help. He said he could spare her if she wanted but she volunteered to work. He said she'll be given off on Monday.
By noon the work was finished, and Meera reached his cabin.

"I was leaving, Mr Das."
"I'm also winding up, please sit down."
Das smiled and she sat down.
"I really appreciate that you agreed to come and work on Sunday. It's the second time I'm robbing you of your holiday. I wonder why they fired you, It's their loss I'd say."
"You're always praising me, Mr.Das."
"You're worthy of it."
"Thank you, Das."
"You know, you're not only a good staff but also a great person to be with. I do feel great to spend my time with you."
"Mmm. Sounds really good to me. You can tell me more."
She smiled as she played around a paperclip she grabbed from the top of his large desk.
"I'm not sure if you'd think me joking, well I'm not, I feel great to be with you. Just walk around you, breath around you, and know that you're also breathing the same air that I breathe.."

"You're getting romantic with your staff, boss!"
She commented.
"You're making me one."
"You're actually flirting with me."
"You're making me flirt, Meera."
She looked deep into his eyes.
"And I feel like I'm coming out of your friend zone."
"You've never been in a friend zone."
"Then where am I?"
"You're... You're on the right side you want, Das!"
"What side you think I want?"
"You know what you want, don't you?"
Her voice was now very quiet.
"I know, yes, but I want to know if you think the same way.."
"We shouldn't be talking like this, in this office."
"Imagine this isn't our office and tell me. Nobody will come here."
"No."
"You're calling me a flirt. But my heart is pounding. Beating hard. I'm an amateur."
"Oh really."
"Come, touch and feel it."
He stood up and moved closer to her. She looked into his eyes and touched his chest.
It was really pounding.
"Yeah, you're right. But it doesn't save you from my allegations. You're simply flirting with me."
"You excite me."
"I can see that."
"Does it excite you, Meera?"
He was still standing close to her. Really close.
She fell silent. Only smile.
"Tell me. Does it excite you?"
"I don't want to say."
"Then I will take it a yes."
"Your wish."
"What does your heart tell you."
"I don't know."
He then grabbed her by the wrist.
"Are you going to check my breath?"
"I hope you're not going to slap me for it.."
She laughed, rather a forced one, presumably to escape the tension. Das was sure she was intimidated.
"No. Never again; but I hope..."
He wanted to grab her by the waist and smooch her red hot lips. But he controlled himself.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, Meera. Your presence makes me your... Your... I don't have the right word for that."
She smiled slightly.
"I'm equally speechless. Das. I think we should stop here."
"Can I get a hug from you Meera."
She was like expecting that, didn't make an issue.
"Sure but not here. It's not good. Please."
"Not here?"
"I mean when we meet up somewhere else, not in the office."
She said. It was another promise.
"I'm looking forward to that..."
"I should really go now before you make me do more promises... You're really charming. See you, Mr Das!"
She said and got up.

That day ended there.
Mr Das finished the narration of yet another episode that he thought has made him closer to his dream girl. It was on Monday evening.

Two promises were made by her to him. If fulfilled on the same day, it could bring about even the unpromised.

In the bottom of my conscious mind, I always had a scare. What if Das finds out my real identity as Meera's husband? What if Meera finds out my friendship with Das? I knew I could not escape from the inevitable, so I was praying for a delay.
It didn't last much. And my biggest scare in the whole gamble became true one day. And that too, in the most bizarre way possible. The least way one could imagine.
I was wandering at a mall in the name of shopping. It was a Wednesday, and these wanderings used to be the saving grace in my reclusive life. There was nothing like a Saturday or a Sunday for me anymore. After shopping I was leaving the mall with my bags when I heard Das' voice.
"Hello, Mr. Menon!"
And when I turned to him, I saw Meera with him. The moment I saw my wife's face next to him, I felt I would faint. She was no better, embarrassed to death for I saw her with him but Das couldn't see it. He shook hands with me.

"How are you, buddy?"
"Hi.."
He then introduced me to her.
"This is Mr. Menon, you should meet this guy. He's the man helped me reconcile with you. He's the one actually helped you get your job back. I've always been thinking of introducing both of you to each other. Well, finally, see how surprising!"
Well, it was a surprise.
Meera then reclaimed her calmness and composure and boldly shook my hand.
After such a long period this is how I felt my wife's warm soft hand. I wanted to keep holding her hand but Das' presence stopped me from that.

That's the irony of life. My life.

Meera thanked me.
"Is it? Then I'm grateful to your kind heart, Mr. Menon. I don't know how you did and what, but I'd like to hear more of that back-story.."

I sensed she's not making a scene right away and instead she's acting like a total stranger to me in front of Das. A thousand questions raced through my mind and I anticipated a moment when she would come open. But I was eased out of the initial shock; though my mind still happened to have a hunch that she might be trying to dig into my friendship with Das.

Das suggested we move to the coffee house on the second floor. She immediately agreed. In the coffee house she and Das sat together and I took the opposite seat on the small table. Their hands were rubbing each other and suddenly it was making me uncomfortable. Not only because of the sight itself but also the suspicion whether Meera was checking if I was enjoying it or not.

Das was busy making coffee order and Meera was watching me carefully. I tried to smile at her. I was however forced to look down when her eyes penetrated beyond mine. I was intimidated. I felt a loser. Inferior.
I suddenly felt my deepest scare unearthing my mind. Is she contemptuous to me? Will she show me signs that she's choosing him over me? I wasn't the husband to her anymore, and the only thing I could do was to behave as if I haven't seen their closeness, and it was torturing me.
My heart skipped many beats and I didn't have any clue how to save my face. It was torturing me. My inner thoughts were torturing me. I still hate those moments. I want to move on.
"You know the prank that I'd once tried to play on you and how it failed, I told him about it and he advised me to apologise to you. I wasn't sure if you'd forgive me, but when we both knew of your job trouble, he said it's the perfect time. This is the best way to apologise. And see, how we're both happy now, all thanks to Mr. Menon."

Das said.
"That's really great of you, Mr Menon."
Meera said.
"Without your help, we would have never made it. Das you're really lucky to have such good friends. Normally guys give ill advice in these types of cases which actually worsen the situation when dealing with women."
I doubted if she was really praising me.
"Of course, Meera. We discuss a lot of things regularly and he never gives wrong advice, especially about you."
That hurts, Mr Das. I said in my mind.
"Yeah, I don't want you to end up being slapped again, Mr.das."
I punished him lightly. Das laughed. Meera smiled. It was gorgeous.
"I can see you guys are really close."
While talking, Das had his hand around her back and I had a difficult time watching it. Even more difficult was to act as if I hadn't seen it. Even more difficult was to hide the fact it's damn difficult for me.
And she made no attempt to free herself from him. It didn't matter to me whether she could.
In that exact moment, we suffered the entry of an alien invasion to our world.

"Das!"
It was Neerja. A jolt passed through Das' face and I saw it. He lost words to answer. Neerja might have, no, she surely have, noticed his hands to the fullest way possible by a wife of a husband. He withdrew it immediately but he still couldn't speak. Perhaps he knew that damage was done already.
"Hi, Neerja. What a pleasant surprise. How are you?"
I said and stood up quickly.
"Hello, Mr. Menon. Did I really surprise you?"
Neerja replied with a firm voice.
"You did. Actually, Mr. Das did. He didn't tell us you were here."
"Well, he doesn't know. I'm here myself. What are you guys up to? And who's this lady sitting with my husband?"
Even Meera's face was red in a moment. I seemed to be the only one with a movable tongue.
"This is my wife, Meera."
I said. I bluffed. I did more than a bluff.
Everybody, from Das to Meera to Neerja was surprised though the latter was the least.
"I was just introducing Mr. Das to her. How wonderful that you're also here. Please take a seat with us."
I showed her the seat where I was seated. She thanked me with a smile and sat down leaving space to accommodate me next to her.
I sat down and gestured to the counter for a coffee for her too.
"Cold, please," Neerja said.

I forwarded that request to the counter.
Things were even now with ladies facing each other.
"Hello, Meera. I'm so glad to meet you. It's really a big surprise. And Mr Menon, your wife is really beautiful."
Neerja eased the moment and Das was brought down to earth. We all enjoyed our coffee. Eventually, Neerja asked Meera where she's working. I stepped up again.
"That's the joke of the day we were sharing, Neerja. Meera works in Das' office and he doesn't recognise her."
"What?"
"And even I had no idea. I was introducing them each other."
"It's not a big deal, Neerja. I've joined his office last month only."
Meera said.
"Oh, I see."
Neerja nodded.
How stupid. Well, Neerja believed it all.
When the coffee was over, Mr Das was forced to leave with his wife, leaving Meera with me.

I thought she'd question me about my bluff. I prepared myself to defend it by claiming she's still my wife.
Well, Meera didn't actually care about it.
"So you've been after me."
She said.
"I've been helping you."
I said. She looked deep into my eyes.
"Are you not playing the same old games with me?"
"No. No."
I knew what she was talking about.
"You knew I was having my hanging out with Das."
"What's wrong with that. He's not like Shekhar."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. What do you think?"
"I think he's just like Shekhar. In the beginning he was very cool like a safe friend. But I'm telling you, eventually he's going to seduce your wife!"
She said firmly.
I couldn't blink my eye, yet I missed the moment she disappeared into the crowd.

Darkness had begun invading me right through my eyes.
Darkness.

By evening, Das thanked me many times. As if it wasn't enough, he dropped himself at my home at eight with a gift which we both enjoyed sipping with ice cubes and soda.

"Your timely action not only saved my face but also avoided a big headache that I would never be able to get over. You truly saved my ass. I feel like I can't decide a suitable way to thank you. I owe you another treat for fooling my wife like that. You don't know how I'm feeling about this. A lot of happiness. I want to scream it to the whole world but it has to remain a secret. The only one I can share this is you, my friend."
He said excitedly.
"And Meera too."
I reminded.
"Yeah, that's true. I think I should call her. May I?"
We had had more than a couple of drinks.
"Sure. Feel yourself home Mr Das."
He rang her. I sipped the heavily mixed drink, putting all of my senses together to hear Meera's voice from the other side.
"I've got your message. It's okay Mr Das."
I heard her voice.
"I embarrassed you. Didn't I?"
Das softened his voice.
"I told you it's okay."
"I wish I could say this face to face.."
"You'll see me in the office tomorrow."
"Not in the office crowd, Meera. Somewhere else where we can be ourselves. How about leaving early tomorrow."
"What are you planning.."
"Nothing yet. Now I will."
"Have you thanked your friend?"
"Of course. He saved us. I owe him a treat."
"Me too."
"Really? I will tell him this for sure."
"Yeah, it would have been very embarrassing had he not made up that idea."
I was listening closely.
"Only thing that worried me was that I had to leave you alone."
"I wasn't alone. I had your friend for company."
Now Das looked at me.
"Did you like my friend?"
"Sure why not!"
"Are you planning to spoil him too?"
"Spoil? Have I spoilt you?"
"Very badly."
"How exactly is that, Mr Das?
"I can tell you exactly, honey. Earlier I used to think of work even when I'm home. Now it's you. You only."
"What's that much to think about me, Mr Das?"
"Everything."
"I wish you be a bit more specific."

It was obvious she wanted to hear more. Why isn't she dropping it? I thought, frustratingly.
"You're a wonderful woman, Meera. You're very beautiful yet un-self-conscious about it. You're very strong but I saw your feminine side today. Your smile in the day makes me smile even at night. I hear your voice even when you're not talking."
"You're again very flattering."
"Take it that way if you want. I meant every word of it."
"We should stop this Mr Das."
"Meera."
"Das we don't want to do anything that might embarrass you."
"Embarrass me? How about you?"
"Your embarrassment will be mine too."
"Don't beat around it, Meera. Speak your mind."
"Are you drunk?"
"I want to make a confession to you Meera. I'm attracted to you. I don't know how you feel about this. I can't hide it anymore from you."
"We better stop it, Mr Das."
He was proposing my wife right in front of my eyes. Sitting in my house, in my living room, on my couch. And I couldn't do anything about it. I had become a stone.
I didn't have a life.
Yet I couldn't blame this man for that.
She'll reject him. I hoped.

"Meera please give me some time. Tell me."
Das went on.
"Tell you what."
"Can I expect a smile tomorrow."
"Of course, you're my boss."
"Is that it?"
"My life is already complicated, Mr Das."
"We can make it less complicated."
"I don't think so."
"I do. Trust me."
"How's that?"
"I will tell you when I see you face to face."
"Okay then. Goodnight."
"Meera. Please. Please give me a reply so that I can go to bed with some peace of mind."
"Reply to what."
Das fell silent for a minute. He was done.
"Das, you better be with Neerja than putting yourself in a position where you'll have to depend on a lot of lies."
"Are you turning me down?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. I feel the best when you're with me."
"Das..."

"I don't care what you think of me right now. I'm ready to get slapped by you a hundred more times. But I want to confess you this, that I'm in love with you. Let the whole world say that it's wrong but I'm. I speak what I feel."
"Do you realise what you're talking about? You're drunk, ain't you?"
"Yes, I'm. But I know who I'm and what I'm talking."
"Okay, I will believe you when we talk face to face. Tomorrow."
She hung up the phone.
Das fell back into the couch. Silent.
"Mr Das."
He looked up at me.
"Mr Menon, you've just heard this. I've just confessed my love to her. I just did it."
I found it difficult to talk now.
"Did you mean it?"
"Yes. Of course. I want this woman."
"In what sense?"
"I don't know. I want her with me. I want to speak to her. Keep looking at her. Listening to her voice. What do you call it?"
Love. I said in my mind.
Where is it taking you, Krish? I asked myself.
The man had truly fallen in love with my wife. I thought.

"How about Meera? Did she say yes?"
I asked.
"She'll say soon. When we meet."
"Okay. That's great news. So we wait for tomorrow."
I was thinking deeply about it.
"Mr Menon."
Mr Das stood up from the couch.
"Let's go right now."
"Right now where?"
"Let's go meet her. I know her place."
A lightning passed through my ear.
"What... What are you doing, Mr Das?"
"She said tomorrow. And it's already. It's five past twelve."
He showed me his watch.
"So what. What are you going to do there?"
"I will...I will just have a look at her face... Her beautiful face and... and will listen to whatever she has to say. I will bear whatever happens that. Let her slap me again."
"Oh come on. You're ruining it again, Mr Das. I suggest you stop for now."
"You haven't heard her voice, Mr Menon. You should have. If you did, you'd have helped me."

I didn't know how to stop him. The man was crazy.
"If you're not coming, it's okay. I'll go myself."
He declared.
I sensed that it would be more dangerous to leave him alone. I didn't trust him at that moment.
"Okay. I'll come. I'll drive. But you must promise me that you won't do anything stupid. Don't get physical. You're risking your life."
I warned.
"And you should not mention my name. I can't bear this crazy image of myself."
I certainly didn't want Meera to think I let it happen.
Mr Das promised me everything I demanded.
And, exactly at 12.55 AM that midnight, I pulled his car into the parking of Lavanya Apartments. I made him repeat his promises for the third time and let him walk toward the stairs at 1.05 AM.
The stairs that would lead him to a flat where my wife is probably sleeping and surely alone.

"I think he's just like Shekhar. In the beginning, he was very cool like a safe friend. But I'm telling you, eventually, he's going to seduce your wife!"
I remembered Meera uttering those words a few hours ago.

Mr Das returned to me exactly after twenty minutes. His face said it wasn't good.
"How did it go?"
I asked impatiently.
"She said she's sparing me the slaps for another day."
I let out a sigh that I hid perfectly from him.

While driving back home, I was content with a sense of relief at the turn of events. The fact that Meera had rejected his advances, and that she had even warned him with a possibility of a slap across his face soothed my mind. I didn't really believe she would slap him ever again, but I expected Mr Das should believe it.
When we reached my home, Das straightaway took the driver's seat and drove away, just gesturing me a good night. I watched a failed man gone, and I was happy about it.

Later, in my bed, I found myself unable to sleep. I tried to visualise Meera in her bed. Her hand would be warm and soft, just the way I felt that evening. I remembered her words.
"I think he's just like Shekhar. I'm telling you, eventually, he's going to seduce your wife!"

She had said that only to make me furious. She had no plans to be seduced by this old man. If she had, even in her craziest dreams, today was the day. The more I had positive thoughts about her, the more I felt an urge to think the opposite too.
What if she was truly attracted to him? I wondered. Wouldn't she have let him lead her to her bed?
In that case; I visualised Meera lying in her bed. I thought myself in place of Das. I sensed my erection growing and my hand crawled inside my underwear. I remembered the feel of her panty against my face and imagined Mr Das pulling it down her thighs, slowly. I rolled myself in my bed and imagined Meera, lying there, right under me. I pressed my lips to the pillow and kissed her warm lips.
'Das...mmm'

She moaned between my kisses.
'Meera.... My baby...' I moaned lovingly.
My hardness had grown to perfection. I caught Meera stealing a glance at it and biting her lips.
'Spread your legs for me, baby' I blurted and gripped around my erection. I watched her legs spread. I wanted to go down on her.
'I'm ready Das. Please give it to me...' she whispered.
I adjusted my dick between my thighs and visualised it slowly struggling its way inside her.
'Aaaah...Aah... Das!' I heard her cry. It was lovely. Her moans when she received a dick hard like that one would be music so lovely.
I slowly pushed my groin down to the softness of the mattress and almost lived to the pleasure of being inside her inner lips. Slowly I began to move, up and down, making my dick rub against the inner walls of my thighs, and moaned.
'Meera...my baby...'

I heard her moaning to each of my moans.
'Oh my God! Yes... Oooh yes... Fuck me hard... Das...'
Soon I was there. I was moving very fast and pounded hard into the mattress.
'oh yes... Oh yes... Come... Fill me... Please...aaah!'
I heard Meera asking for it. And that was it. I exploded within me and with it came the darkness. I closed my eyes forcefully to see her receiving the hot streams of my sensations. But the image soon faded and I was lying with my face down in my bed; and my dick still jerking itself in the momentum, still leaking cum. Wasted cum.

In the morning my phone rang. It was Meera.
"Krish, you were with him when he came to me yesterday, weren't you?"
She was furious.
I couldn't believe how Mr Das betrayed me.
"I didn't have any other option, Meera. Mr Das sought my help as he was too drunk. He wanted me to drop him at your place or else he'd have driven the car himself. He wasn't in a shape to do that and I thought it's better if I accompany him. He didn't misbehave, did he?"
I played it down carefully.
I might have sounded logical to her. She was cooled off.
"Please tell him not to do such stupid things."
"It won't happen again, Meera. What was it all about?"
"You don't know?"
"He mentioned something about a slap. Have You slapped him again? I couldn't get it."
I heard her laugh lightly.
"No, I just scared him away."
She said.
"Meera, I...uh.. You weren't serious yesterday at the coffee shop, were you?"
I asked.
In reply, I heard the cut line tone.

Nothing happened for a few days. Then there was an invitation from Neerja. For me to their home. With my family for dinner. That meant I have to show up at their bungalow with my 'wife' Meera. I was doubtful of her consent.

"What is this about?"
I asked Mr Das.
"It's actually my plan Mr Menon. I will tell Meera. You just play along. You'll do that for me, won't you?"
I had no other options. I was forced to ignore my doubtfulness on his true intentions.
Meera said yes to the invitation. I don't know what she was thinking.​