Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

Friday.
I went to Lavanya apartments and picked her up. She looked ravishing and I couldn't stop staring at her. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown.
"We're husband and wife once again. Thanks to Mr Das."
I said as I drove the car.
"In your dreams only. It's over, Krish. Now Drive."
She said cruelly.
"You don't have to avoid me that much Meera. Why is it so tough to have a simple chat with you?"
"You know what's happening today? He's bringing me closer to him. His family. So that I should feel comfortable and he has more chances to win me over."
"What about you?"
"I'm indecisive."
She sounded like she decided to be so.
"Don't you care for me at all, Meera?"
"I wish I don't."
"Do you love Mr Das?"
"I like him. But don't worry I'm not going to take his wife's place."

I didn't understand what she meant. I felt stupid. I was clearly lagging behind.

Neerja and Mr. Das welcomed us to their home. Das found it difficult to take his eyes off Meera. He hid nothing from me. His only fear was undeniably his wife. Once we were comfortable around the house, Mr. Das asked Neerja to show me her personally designed lawn. I saw him gesturing Meera to stay back.
I followed Neerja half-heartedly to the lawn. It was gorgeous indeed but I rushed myself to get back inside.
When we came back both Das and Meera were sitting in the living room. I could smell something foul. I saw a mysterious smile on Meera's lips. And his eyes were still on her.

Neerja turned out to be a very friendly homemaker. I wondered how this soft-spoken lady transforms herself into a tigress whenever she wants to.
When we were chatting later at the lobby upstairs, Neerja excused herself, leaving us alone. Mr. Das immediately seized the opportunity.

"Could you please watch the door for us, Mr Menon?"
I wondered what he was up to.
"I have a surprise for you."
He looked at Meera.
He stood up and pulled a tiny box out of his pocket.
"It's for you, my special lady."
He said looking at her eyes.
Meera glanced at the door I was supposedly guarding and quickly opened the box. Inside it was something precious. I saw her eyes shining brighter.
"Let me."
He took it out and I saw it now. It was a diamond necklace.
"My God, You!" I heard Meera whisper.
She sat there awestruck as he extended his hands to put it around her neck. I saw his fingers touching her skin as he did it.
I felt a pang of jealousy. It's one thing to imagine her being fucked by him in my secret dreams, and it's quite another to watch her being merely touched by him. The latter hurts.

"Neerja would notice." I said. I knew I would sound like a jealous dick.
"Do you like it?"
Mr Das ignored my warning completely.
"It's lovely, yes!"
Meera said, running her fingers over it. She was visibly overwhelmed.
"Neerja would notice it. I can't wear it now." She said.
Now he seemed to care.
"You can keep it in the box for now."
She kept it back in the box and handed it to me.
I felt an unexpected pang of guilt. What would happen when he knows the truth?

We returned after the dinner. She was thoughtful and I felt she'd remain so throughout the drive.
"Are you okay Meera?" I finally asked.
"Can you forgive me if I say yes to him?"
She asked me suddenly and I was speechless.
I pulled the car into a lonely area. She looked into my eyes.
"Yes to what?" I pretended to be stupid.
She gave me a surprised look, as if I sounded too stupid.
"To whatever he's expecting from me.."
She said slowly.
"Does it matter anymore?"
"I don't know. Maybe it doesn't."
It was happening.
"I know there's no future in this. But I have gone too far to turn back."
"How far?"
"I'm having dreams of him. When he put that necklace around my neck I could feel it. Like I want to be with him."
"Meera..."
I lost words. Before I could say more, she leaned on to me, fighting to hold back the tears.
"It's happening Krish. I'm not yours anymore. I'm going to do terrible things. Please forget me."
I felt like my head was spinning.
Is it the end?
I was losing her. What have I got now?
Can I ever move on?

May this all be a bad dream. Just a bad dream I made up. I hoped.

She regained her composure quickly.
"Let's go."
She said. I had no reason not to drive.
"And do me a favor. Please don't tell him about our this small talk."
She said as I dropped her home. Das' gift remained in my pocket. I realised it only when I reached home. I felt like it didn't have much value in the whole story. But it wasn't a surprise, for I knew Meera isn't the one who could be seduced with a gift. Only thing that could impress her is something that I can't provide. What is it? I thought.

That night I drunk like a pathetic failure.
I felt horrible.

Next morning I was trying to shed my hangover when Mr Das rang up me.
"She still isn't saying yes."
So what the hell I should do man? I didn't ask even though I wanted to.
It was Saturday. She had rejected his proposal to visit her at her house.
"Then I suggested your presence. I tried to convince her that there's nothing to worry about in your presence, but no luck. I need to talk to her, Mr Menon. I want to spend some normal time with her. A peaceful evening is all I'm asking from her. Isn't it okay? Do you think she lacks confidence in me?"
I couldn't give him a sensible reply. It felt good for me that she was turning down his advances.

A few days later I had a marriage anniversary function of an old friend to attend. Meera was also invited. I was happy to attend the function and I had great expectations for a supposed meeting with her. I dressed well for the occasion and dreamed of talking to her, getting friendlier to her and even more. These types of public gatherings help people resolve their differences. I hoped for good and prayed for it. Das shouldn’t be there. I thought.

Unfortunately, all my hopes and prayers were shattered at the very moment I and Meera came face to face. She stared at me as I walked up to her and before I could say even a single word, she broke my heart.
“Krish, please. Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk.”
Her quick rejection stunned me. I swallowed the only word that came out of my throat.
“What!”
“Not today!”
She added sternly.
“Meera, consider me as an old friend at least.” I managed to say; although in a low voice. My own misery embarrassed me.
“We better talk only when ‘he’ is present. That’s when you behave like just a friend.” She said, matching her volume with mine. She nodded her head slightly like she’s done talking and walked away. I could only stand and stare her back until she disappeared into the crowd. I was made a statue.

When I realized what I was doing, I looked around desperately. I saw Ananya watching me from a distance. She smiled and nodded. I wasn’t sure if she had seen the entire scene.
She walked up to me.

“What did she say?” She asked.
“Nothing good,” I said disappointingly.
“Really?” She looked at the side Meera had disappeared. She seemed surprised. I didn’t bother and walked away from her.

The party was finished for me. I met many friends but I couldn’t find myself socializing with anyone.
Why was Meera behaving like that?
I kept wondering. I was lost beyond my own reach when I heard a familiar voice.

“Krish...”

It was Sam. Samay Madhav.
I didn’t smile. Neither did him. But he showed me one of the glasses he was holding and I paused a second before I took it.
“Krish, I am sorry.” That was the next thing he said to me and it was unexpected. I couldn’t really say anything immediately. I felt great at first and then started wondering if he really came to reconcile. Well, he really meant it. He grabbed my hand and led me to a corner to have a personal, long conversation.
“I am sorry for hurting you, my friend.” He said many times.
He acknowledged the fact that I never told Ananya about his old crush on Meera. He felt I had been a true friend to him and what he had done to me was unforgivable. He said he is ashamed of his act. He had been thinking about talking to me for long, but couldn’t find right opportunity to do so. In the end, he also apologized for shouting me those things.

I still had his words in my mind.
‘I will fuck her.’

He said he actually had no intention to do those things.
“It was just some rage, which made me say those things.” He said.

How the fate was playing with me. I immediately thought.
It was for those words that I had pushed Meera away to Mr Das. Now Sam was claiming that he never meant them in the first place. With an apology, he simply undid all his mistakes. What about mine? Can I do the same?
No. Never. I thought.
I couldn’t see me claiming Meera back from Das.

Soon Ananya spotted us together and wondered what has happened. She joined us and we changed our topic.

I saw Sam’s return to my friend zone as a positive thing. But I decided against sharing with him my concerns involving Meera and Das. I was the cat that once fell into a bowl of hot water.

Ananya later showed me a photo in her mobile. It was a beautiful fish in a well-decorated aquarium.
“You know who this is?”
She asked me.
“No.”
“This is Krish the fish. This is Meera’s new partner. She has installed a new aquarium at her house. And she has named the fish after you.”
“What. Really?”
I thought I sounded too joyful.
“But it’s a secret. Don’t ask her; she’ll kill me if she knows I sold her secret...”

That was true. Meera had given her fish my name. I didn’t understand anything. What did she mean by that?
She wanted ‘Krish’ close to her? Or was that she wanted me in a cage and wanted to watch me in it?
I had no idea.
However, soon I began feeling good about it.

But it was too short-lived. Meera had even more in store for me.

I had Ananya's call in the late evening on Thursday.

“Krish this is very important. I want you listen carefully first and then make a conclusion. Because I am not sure if I am correct. I can be wrong. So you should...”
She was beating around the bush.
“Come to the point, Ananya.” He said impatiently.
“Okay, I will come to the main point. Uh... Didn’t I tell you about the pet shop from where Meera had bought the aquarium? Well she had earlier bought some plants from there, the plants that she has in her balcony, from the same shop. The shop owner, his name is Vivek, they’ve been discussing these plants and fishes and crabs for like a couple of weeks, perhaps even more. Meera told me he’s taking her on a dinner on this Saturday.”

It took me a couple of moments to let it sink in.

Guys, let me tell you something about Meera. She is an absolutely gorgeous woman who can be any man’s dream. Her lively face and beautiful smile can command a lot of attention. She is a bit plump, yet weighs just right in all right places. She wears open neck garments most often, showing off her flawless skin around her neck. I have seen hungry men staring down her neck and at her cleavage. She never looks short of stunning and it’s no more a surprise for me to hear she was approached by a member of opposite sex.

This new man Vivek, however, had become an instant threat.

Having a man to dream or try befriending Meera wouldn't make me worried or surprised. But her approval for a dinner date was hell of a surprise.
Even Das wouldn't have digested it. He was the contender, wasn’t he?

“He's taking her to ‘The Square’.”
Ananya said.
“The Square?”
I had heard the name in the past.
“The Square. It's a bar in the south east of the city. It's a bar, restaurant, pub, dance floor, performance platform, couples only hangout place, dark lit privacy huts and everything special in one place. It has both crowded floors as well as lonely corners. It's beautiful as well as dangerous...”
Ananya ran a detailed description on the Square.

Such places should be banned. I thought.

“You better watch your lady; I advise you.”
She said in the end.
“The ambiance there, it's something. ”
She added with a sigh.
“How do you know so much about it?”
I asked.
“I've been there, twice.”
Hey voice was lower.
“And anything happened?”
“Mmm...I don't want to tell you.”
“Come on...”
“mmm...” she paused for a moment. “First time it was just a kiss. But second time it was way more dangerous, like you feel obliged to go beyond your comfort zone there, and we could've gone even further. It takes a lot of willpower to survive that smoke.”
She sounded like she was reliving it in her mind.
“If it's so dangerous, why don't you stop her?”
I tried to be logical, and actually tried to seek help from her.
“It's dangerous from your point of view, darling. For her, you don't know.”
“Haven't you told her about your experience?”
“I gave her a basic idea, and she's like ,'it's not a date, he's safe to be with, he's showing me this dance performance' and all.”
"What dance, and is he safe?”
“I haven't dated him yet.”
“Have you seen him?”
“He's very young. And he's athletic. And, handsome too. I will brand him hot!”

Slut. I said in my mind.
Why don't you steal him from her? He'll fuck you harder. I didn't say.

“Can you crop your words a bit so that I can feel better, please?”
“I could, but I don't want you feel worse afterwards.”
“If you can't stop her, how can I?”
“Why in the first place you want to stop it?”
I was irritated.
“Then why are you telling this to me?”
“...mmm... Just to make sure you realise your wife maybe willing to move on. But honestly, believe me, I think even she's not sure about it. I thought you could make out what's in her mind. I don't want her do foolish things and end up regretting.”
“I want her back, Ananya. I don't want to move on.” I said.
“Okay. I told you this much. Don't sell me to her. But you can follow her for her safety. She's very innocent. If anything wrong happens, you can stop him.”
“Thank you.”

I said and hung up the phone.
I felt sick in the stomach.
That night my maleness slept quite earlier than me.

My life had reached the top of the turmoil. Every week there was something that made me either regret what I had done in the past or wish I had done what I hadn't.

At first, Meera gave me a clear sign, how she was inclined toward the fondness of Mr Das. She made me regret making her the point of attention for him.

Then Sam came up with an apology and also a confession that he never meant to do those things with my wife which he had threatened me a year ago. It was his threatening statement that he would chase and fuck my wife one day, that had persuaded me to push Meera into Das' circle, and eventually let him grow to become the biggest obstacle between me and Meera. Adding the fuel to the fire was my own dirty dreams of Meera making love to other men. If I hadn't taken Sam seriously, Das wouldn't have happened. I felt pity for my own stupidity.

Then Meera built an aquarium at her home and added a fish to it. A beautiful one with a beautiful name. Krish.
I really had thought it meant a return of good fortune in my life. The face she put up in front of me wasn't the one she had. Instead, she loved me. I thought. The day after days I was having dreams of her taking care of that fish, talking to it and dreaming of me while doing it. Within such a short period of time, I had even the craziest dream when I visualised her changing clothes in front of that fish, her thinking of me watching her through the eyes of it.

How grossly stupid I was.
Apparently, the only thing she wanted was to see me locked inside a small cage, while she could go out and have all the fun. This realisation left me fuming with anger.

And finally, now, there was another jolt, in the form of a new avatar, named Vivek, who had managed to do what even the long-time chaser Mr Das couldn’t. This chap was taking her to a dinner date in a place that was notorious for a dinner date place, especially in my case.
I did not have the time to dig about Vivek. I had no idea how to interrupt this date. The only thing I could do was to spy on them. spy on my wife, again.

And it wasn’t really a matter of indecision for me. I had to do it.

Saturday.
I rented a car from a shop and reached Lavanya Apartments well before sunset.
I wanted Meera recognise neither me nor my car. I hid the rented Swift and myself in a nearby cut road and kept my both eyes on that building. I did not want to be in a crowded ‘Square’ and end up not even seeing her.

While sitting there anxiously, I tried to joke myself that I would end up pursuing a detective’s career. I imagined myself sitting in an office and getting my assignment for the day.
“This gentleman suspects that his beautiful wife cheats on him. Our task is to spy on the lady and collect as much as evidence to prove the truth.”

I would by then be able to have a look at the photo of the woman and say, “yes gentleman, she is a cheat.”

Actually, if a woman cheats, it would be easy to find out, for a dedicated detective. But if she doesn't, it would be damn tough because we don't know if it happens after the spy work. Perhaps the woman may start cheating when she realises that her husband had questioned her integrity and had his men after her. Then she would make love with other men in her marital bed only to make her husband realises how she likes to fuck.

It would be damn funny. I thought.

I saw a young woman in saree across the road and wondered if she had ever cheated on her husband. I wondered if she was coming right after meeting her lover.

I was becoming insane.
I was the cat once fell into the bowl of hot water. I would now be hostile to even the cold water.
No. I was the fish that was trapped in my wife’s aquarium.
And I lived on her mercy. I prayed she stay inside her house, looking after the fish, caring it with all the kindness in the world.
But she didn’t.
A blue Baleno was driven into the apartment Complex after 40 minutes. My heartbeats foretold me what was that, and very soon I saw Meera walking out from the other side, from the lift side. She wore a red jacket and dark blue clothing inside it; and jeans, perhaps. He didn’t get out of the vehicle, and she sat in the front seat. She was smiling at him, I saw. I could not see his face at all as the Baleno was driven away quickly.

I hurriedly started my Swift and followed the Baleno. ‘The Square’ was two hours away thanks to the heavy traffic. It had a dance program scheduled at nine. The place was too crowded, and at the jam-packed parking lot, I lost them. By the time I parked my car and reached the entrance, they had disappeared. I had however spotted his car in the parking lot already and it meant they were not completely lost.

I was then stopped at the entrance.
“Couples only for the event, sir. “ The men at the gate said.
I said my girlfriend was late for an hour so I thought I would warm up with some light drink. But it didn't help.
"You can wait at the outer lobby, sir. Drinks are available there." They said.

I wasn't ready to walk away leaving my wife with her lover or friend. I roamed around until I saw a lonely girl. I approached her.
“Hello there, do you wanna go in?”
I had never done such things in the past and I hardly expected it would work. But it did. The third girl I hit responded positively.
“Do I know you?”
“We’ll get to know.”
I said and she smiled lightly.

The late moment entry cost me eleven thousand bucks. I wondered if they are offering a suite to lay my new friend. She was very young and she wore a black dress that I couldn’t find a name for. It ended right at her knees, and beyond it was impressive looking shiny legs.

I wondered how come she ended up alone there.
However, once we were inside, I quickly turned my attention away from her. I scanned the whole crowd. Couples, everywhere. Tables, designed at no specific order or space or size. Everything seemed like in a mess yet something fresh. I looked for my targets.

"I'm Shilpa."
I heard my friend say. I was late to turn my eyes to her.
"Uh. I'm Krish."
"What are you looking at?"
She looked at I was looking.
"Look Shilpa I'm so glad you came with me. I am on a dirty secret job in here and I need some room to work. You're free to watch the program and have all the fun you want. We'll see again if we're destined to."
She looked surprised and I thought she looked cute that way.
"Are you a detective?"
I was so happy to hear that, and I had an instant liking for her.
"Don't make an issue with it. Excuse me."
I whispered and walked away.

I walked around, mostly through the darkest areas of the place. I didn't want Meera to see me before I did. Well, I could not see them at all, and I was left in frustration. Like a true detective, I considered the alternative possibilities.
The outer lobby! I suddenly remembered.
What if they had gone there and then moved on to some other places?

Other places! I thought about his car. It was parked in a corner, a dark corner in the parking lot. He could take her to the car and have all the fun he wanted.
I prayed that Meera showed some willpower like Ananya had said. She must resist.
He could also drive her to other places. His places, possibly.
I cursed my decision not to check in the lobby.
By the time dance program was about to begin, I had made up my mind to leave the Square.
Then decided that I would watch the beginning of the program. Everybody would settle down for that, and I could have a better chance to search for them.

The program began very soon, on a slightly elevated platform, where I had earlier noticed a music band playing some western tracks. People gathered around it, well, in half circle actually, in available tables, benches and steps or whatsoever.
I scanned through the audience from the rear corner and suddenly I recognised a red jacket.
Meera! I almost screamed.

Indeed, she was sitting with a man.

I couldn't see his face. But I felt a hostile feeling to see him sitting so close to Meera.

I had actually found much relief and somewhat happiness for being able to find them after such a struggle, but it all faded away as soon as I noticed them in what appeared to be a deep conversation. The whole area was noisy, and one had to literally shout to another in order to make them heard. Vivek was almost touching her ear while talking to her. I noticed her listening to him so intently. I really wished to know what he was telling her.

I was not a good spy. Otherwise, I would've pinned a sneaky tech gadget to her jacket so that I could listen to them. I didn't know whether such a thing exists in the market.

Suddenly the lights were dimmed further and the spotlights were turned on at the stage. Then the dance began. It was definitely something I had never seen in my life before. Spanish? French? German? I had no clue. Even the music was unknown beats with unheard language. A group of dancers, men and women in attractive costumes stole the attention of everyone, including mine. The male dancers had their upper body naked but concealed by some body-art, in unique designs, and women wore blouses and colourful skirts. The tempo of the music and the moves were gradually shifted higher and it became almost impossible to take one's eyes away. Their steps grew wilder and intense with music, and of course, turned highly erotic. I wondered if the men on stage would suddenly jump on their partners and start making love. However, they never touched each other and it was a wonder to watch. And then suddenly all of them disappeared and another couple took on the stage. They had the perfect bodies I had ever seen. The music was reset and re-tuned, and this time drum beats had the prominence. The couple made it seem like all the music arose from their steps. Their dance too grew intense with time, and their moves made it look like they were making love on stage, without letting the audience catch them in the act. I tried not to blink, hoping I'd catch them at it.

They're also having an affair. My instincts told me.

They too weren't touching each other. But I could very well see he was taking her to a blissful orgasm on stage, while hundreds of horny men and women watched. I felt an urge to scream to the man to kiss his partner. And when they both had their passionate climax, the audience went mad. They screamed in their loudest volume. I thought I too had come.

Well, I was hard like a stone when I came back to normal.

I saw Meera leaning towards Vivek.

Are they kissing?

He suddenly had his hand around her and they shared another secret. He would kiss her any moment. I thought. The audience was still shouting and clapping. Many of them began to stand up, blocking my view. I hurried forward through the crowd. I saw a couple in a nearby seat kissing madly. They were madly aroused, I knew.

I knew Meera would be no different. This is worth eleven thousand bucks. I said in my mind. The unlimited booze and food and space and light and darkness, all are the bonus.

Couples were moving on to the dance floor, at the sides, as if they were to imitate those classic performers there. A DJ was inviting all to the dance floor and the atmosphere would change to electric any moment. I stayed behind my targets. My wife and her new friend.

I wouldn't call him her boyfriend. Not yet. I still trusted her. I saw them watching the couples on the dance floor, with drinks in their hands. They constantly changed tables, and with each change, he would get her a new drink. He never asked her for a dance. And instead, it seemed like they were having a never-ending conversation. I died to hear what they were talking. After almost one hour, he walked her away from the crowded area and headed to the open garden. There were benches. I thought they were going to sit on them.

No, they weren't. He walked her further, beyond the disturbance of the loud music, and finally into one of many small hut-like structures...

That's the privacy huts? I recollected Ananya's words.

I could not see them both as they walked inside one. I sensed the foul deal really quick. That's where he's taking her.

I needed to know. The lights were dim. I could walk closer, but I could no way stand in front of the door and stare. Then I noticed some bushes on the other side.

That's my place. I quickly decided.

I looked around and walked stealthily over to the other side of the bushes and when I made sure I wasn't being watched, I dived into them. I crawled under the thick bush like an expert and moved closer to the hut. I could smell jasmine from the bushes. When I got close enough to the hut, I looked for a way to peek inside. The hut was made by some palm leaves at the sides. I slowly and silently forced my hand through them to make a hole and peeped. I struggled for some time to get a proper view. Eventually, I saw them.

Inside were a table and two benches on either side of it. At one sat them, and they looked like lovers.

At the dim light, I almost saw his face. He loved younger than me. And I felt he was athletic as well, even though he was wearing a blazer jacket. I started feeling jealous immediately. He was very handsome. I had to agree.

Is he going to seduce my wife? I worried myself.

I felt worse when I noticed his hand around her.

"Like I told you, I love living my life with beautiful things. Like you."
He was saying.
"When I saw you looking at my fish and speaking to him with your eyes, I had committed myself that I will have to see more of them. Look at me..."
He was trying to be romantic with her and it seemed he was effective in that. He had made an excuse to touch her face. She turned to him and smiled.

"Your eyes speak more than you do..."
"Really? What are they saying?"
"They're telling me 'don't move!'. They're making me unable to take my eyes off them."
She smiled again.
Their eyes, hell, remained as if they were glued to each other. His hand slowly touched her cheek and she looked down quickly.

"I'm feeling embarrassed."
She said
"Why is that, babe?"
He had a flirty tone in his voice. He knew how to say things.
"I'm not supposed to be here."
"You're mistaken, my dear. You're not here. Actually, we both are not here."
"Then where are we?"
"We are on a lonely island. You step out of this small boat means you step into the water. This is all we have. This is the world now."
"You're good making up stories."
"I create beautiful stories. They will make you feel the world better. Your world."
"Is that why you said the dancer was having a crush on me?"
"I said that because I knew it. I can say we one has a crush on other. Like the one... Well, you won't agree if I told you..."
"Tell me."
"Okay... Like that one you're having right now."
"I knew you'd say this. But no!"
She tried to move away and he let her go of his hand.
"I'm not holding you. But remember, I had told you, you wouldn't agree."
She shook her head sideways to convey him a no.
"Meera, I told you. Your eyes speak a lot more than you do."
"They are lying..."
She said and looked away. But she was blushing. I could see it.
God. I thought.
Meera grabbed her drink from the table and took a sip.
"You're wasting it."
He said
"What?"
"You're not capable, to be honest even after all these..."
He gestured at her glass. She placed it back on the table.
"Look, speak honestly with me. A crush never means a potential love affair. It just means a crush. Like the one I have with Madhuri Dixit."
"Madhuri Dixit? Wow? But she's too old for you.."
She laughed.
"For what? If Madhuri was in my bedroom tonight, you know what I would like to do with her?"
Meera suddenly looked enthusiastic. Even I did.
"I know that you would do; yeah, only if she agreed!"
She giggled saying that.
"You've got a very dirty mind, dear. You're nothing like when you showed up at my shop!"
"What have I said dirty? You made me say that."
"But then you didn't tell anything."
"No. There's nothing to tell. It's obvious."
"Then tell me. Come on, take some more sips and tell me."
He showed his own drink to her lips and she took a small sip. Her eyes remained in his. "Well ... in your bedroom, in your bed, you'll do... You know..."
She paused and smiled shyly. She was having a great time. I thought.

"What, tell me. Go ahead."
"You dirty mind, you are nothing like you promised when you asked me out."
"What have I done wrong? I'm just talking. We're just talking, sharing what we have in our mind."
"Yeah. Yeah. We're sharing the dirtiest things in your imaginations."
"Tell me the truth, Meera. Hold your breath and tell me one truth. Show me your guts this time. Are they really dirty things?"
Meera almost opened her mouth to say something and he stopped her.
"Truth only."
She thought again and spoke slowly.
"Yes. They are."
She bit her lips, eyes on him.
Then all of a sudden, his lips were on hers, while his hands wrapped around her. She made no movement as he kissed her for three and half a second. Then he let her go. I was expecting her objection that never came until it lasted. I was let down by her lack of objection.

"These are the beautiful things. You're a beautiful thing."
She looked at him like shocked, now.
"Was that your first kiss?"
He asked.
"What?"
I had heard him, but she hadn't. I didn't know how.
"I said, did you like this place?"
He asked immediately.
"Why not. It's a wonderful place. I loved it."
She said, still looking at him.
"Good. This is the place to bring people if you want to impress them."
She made a cute gesture with her lips.
"Are you trying to impress me?"
He wrapped her arms around her again.
"Don't tell me you still haven't noticed."

She smiled lovingly and he was again bringing his lips closer to hers. This time he was quite slower, yet she made no attempt to move away. Instead, she kissed him back and tried to put her right arm around his neck. The kiss was intense and longer. I watched and merely moaned.
Oh my God, what's happening?
I saw his hand moving to her chest and he slowly began caressing her breasts over the clothes. Inside her jacket, outside her tank top. She soon leaned backwards, as if to let him have more privileges. His lips moved to her neck and she looked up. She let out a moan. I heard it clearly. I swallowed some cold air down my dry throat. She was letting him.
He bent his head down further and pressed his face into her breast. I saw it clearly. With one hand he was still fondling them.
"You have a gorgeous body, my babe."

He whispered.
"Vivek..."
She tried to speak something but dropped it as he put his hand under her top from the lower edge. He moved out upwards and I knew he was trying to feel her breasts. Meera let out another sigh.
"Vivek. Stop it. Please."
I heard her say.
That's the willpower. She's showing it. I thought. I cursed myself for being turned on.
I was indeed a weak person.
I prayed that they shouldn't go beyond this kissing and groping.
Vivek immediately took away his hand and sat up. His right hand was still wrapped around her. I hated him for keeping it there only.
"What happened, babe?"
He asked and brushed aside the hair strands that were loosely fallen to her face.
"We shouldn't do this."
She said and breathed.
"I was aroused watching the dance."
He said suddenly.
She took another deep breath and looked at him. He continued.
"It was really great to watch them making love on stage, without making it obvious, right?"
"Yeah."
"Did you feel the same way?"
"Yeah, yes...”
"I was really hard; you know what I'm talking about... I thought I'd get over it when the dance ends. But now you see..."
He paused, and grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch.

I skipped a heartbeat and watched him make my wife touch his erection.
"Oh my god."
I heard her say.
"Hard, isn't it?"
He asked.
"Yes..."
She said, and I watched clearly from the lowest corner of the hut, her palm feeling over him intentionally. He had made it. I felt an upsurge in my blood pressure and I felt jealousy. I wanted to be in his place. I wanted her to touch my dick like that.
Then I watched him lean to her and kiss lightly on her cheek, lightly and then opened his pants' zipper. Then he pulled his dick outside. I saw its bulbous end. It was big. It stood out of his clothes like a big snake.
"Hold it, babe..."
He whispered to my wife and she immediately followed his words. Her grip was firm around him.
"What if anyone comes?"
She asked. That was her sole worry.

Oh, my Meera! What are you becoming into? What are your making me into?

"Nobody's coming."
He assured her and helped her start stroking him. He then leaned to kiss her again.
She was stroking him herself now. Her eyes were completely on it while her hand moved up and down. And soon his hand was on her breasts again. Inside her clothes. He pulled her closer and rubbed his thirsty lips all over her neck and cleavage. When he tried to take off her jacket, she refused.

"No. Don't, please."
He did not force her, at all.
He did not force her into anything she didn't want to do. She was very happy to give him a handjob. For now.
Her hand was moving fast and I could hear its sound.
A handjob. As I thought, he stepped it up again.
"Kiss me please, babe."
I heard him say. She stopped stroking and looked at his eyes. He caressed the back of her neck and I thought he told something to her eyes. She looked down and bent forward!
I watched in utter shock, as her face went down to his lap and she slid his dick into her mouth. She slowly stroked him with her hand as well and sucked him for a few seconds. He let out a moan. She soon let it slip out of her mouth and reclaimed it completely by her handgrip.
"It was wonderful Meera. You're wonderful.."
He said and pulled her to kiss her again. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue play with hers. Her hand was soon moving faster, faster and even faster. She was serious about it like she wanted to do it.

"Oh my God. Oh my God." I heard him say.
"Keep going. Keep going. Aaah!"
He moaned again and suddenly he shot his load into the air. She looked at it lovingly and made it work harder to squeeze out whatever it had in store. I saw the streams of his cum being shot into the air and then falling on everywhere including the table. I watched him moan and groan, in complete jealousy, as my wife handed him one great orgasm.
Once everything was settled down, she took her hand off him and had a close look at it. It was dirty.
He cleaned it with some tissue papers.
They kissed again. Long kiss that must have helped them share a lot of salivae.

"That's wonderful Meera. I've never had a date this great."
He said when they became normal.
"Me too. Never had a date this crazy."
She said and finished her drink.
"I owe you an orgasm."
He said.
"You don't."
"Why?"
She bit her lips and smiled shyly.
"I think I too have had one."
"What! Really?"
"Yes, a silent one. But it is great."
"How can that be? Is it that easy?"
"Of course it's not that easy. But it was building since the dance program."
She revealed.
"Oh, that's really amazing... We should have more of these...We should go now... I have a place."
He began to say.
"No. Not any place. You had promised me something. No danger games. We already did great naughty things. Can we finish for tonight?"

He had no options but agree. She was perfectly under control. She had great willpower. She could have let him have his way. He was that charming. But she knew when to say no. And she did.

I followed them out of the Square. In the parking, I saw him opening the backseat for her. She refused and sat in the front seat. That was it.

He later dropped her at Lavanya apartments and drove away.

I was happy when I was back at home.
Happy as well as aroused. I straightway went to shower and pulled out my hard dick. It was leaking cum already. I shagged again and came with loads of cum.
My wife wasn't unfaithful. She was just a bit naughty. I thought as I went to bed.
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