Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

Next day I woke up with a question. Meera had all the chance to have complete fun with Vivek. She was aroused, and she was willing to have fun. To me, he seemed the right one for her. He wasn't forcing her but he was effective. She was enjoying him, and she willingly pleasured him with her mouth and hand. She could have followed him to his place and spend the whole night with him. Nobody would know. But she didn't. Why?

It's nothing like she was trying to maintain some sort of chastity. I remembered Armaan whom long ago we had met in Goa. We were hardly met, and she let him take her to a garden and have all the fun with her. There was no stopping. Then why not again in the Square?

The booze. The music. The dance. The crowd. A charged ambience. A young, energetic, and enthusiastic partner. All were the same in Goa as well as in the Square.
In Goa, she had me, presumably waiting for her in the bar. And in the Square, she didn't have me waiting for her. That was the only difference. Me.
Then suddenly it struck me. It was just a possibility.
What if I was the difference she felt between Armaan to Vivek? I was there to share the fun she had with Armaan. I was there to let her go with him. I was there to buy her after-pills. I was there for her to come back to.
With Vivek, she didn't have these luxuries. She was all herself. If she knew I was there behind the bushes, she wouldn't have stopped him.

As I processed all these thoughts and lay on my couch, sipping my hot drink, I tried to convince me with reasoning. If she feels the urge to have sex with others only in my presence and permission, that only suggests one thing. She wants to make me feel it.
And what do I feel? I asked myself.
That was the biggest question.

My world had never been so confusing. I could never tell which one was what.
Pain and pleasure.
For me, pain often pleasures me. And pleasure is often painful.

I wondered what if she was aware that I knew of her date. She would've expected me stalking her, wouldn't she? What if Ananya had told her about it? To me, it didn't simply sound logical. Meera never seemed to be worried about someone following her. She had no clue about the possibility of being spied. More than me, she could fear being seen by Mr.Das. I felt. She was unfazed about such worries. I was sure. She was at ease with Vivek.

By noon I had Ananya's call.
"Did you do anything?"
She asked.
"I went to the Square. There was nothing like you imagined!"
"You saw them?"
"Yes. They were watching the dance program. It was really good. You know, I've never seen such a..."
"You saw them watching the program or you saw the program?"
She interrupted me. She was definitely expecting more than what I told her.
"Why are you so negative? I saw them watching the program and then drinking and chatting. They didn't even dance. And he dropped him at her house at right time."
She remained silent for a couple of seconds.
"Ananya?"
I thought she hung up.
"Krish! You have a gem of a woman as your wife. No one stays this firm. She's so... You know what I'm talking about."
I felt really great when I heard those words from her.
"I know that Ananya. I need your help to bring her back to me."
"I really want to help you, Krish. But she never let me talk about it. I don't know, whenever I talk about you, even mention your name in our talks, she quits immediately. Tell me the truth, what have you done to her that she hates you this much?"
I couldn't really face that question. I had done everything.
"You already know what I've done."
"This morning I had called her. She told me almost exactly what you said. You know, now I feel bad, very bad about what I have done to her. I shouldn't have...I mean, we shouldn't have done those things to her..."
I silently listened.

"I haven't felt so regretful ever; not even to Sam. I never thought about it. You know, many of my friends have cheated on their husbands. Their husbands have done their part too. Nobody keeps sexual morality like Meera does. You've slept with other women in your life and still you're doing it, ain't you?"
"You made me do it..."
"Not only me. I had seen you with someone..."
"Oh come on. Don't be so silly. You might have seen a lot of such women but she... You know, Nikita, her name is Nikita, she is one of what you've mentioned. She has her family in the North and here she has someone else, her old boyfriend or something.. but it's not definitively me. I have got nothing to do with her. Trust me. My only mistake was with you, and that too, I had no intention to..."
"Yeah. Yeah. I know, I seduced you, you the Saint."
"You did. And I'm happy you've felt bad about it."
"I felt bad then and maybe now too. But I'm not sure about when I see you again."

I never thought I was so attractive. What's wrong with this woman? I thought.

That night I slept peacefully. I had Ananya's words in my mind. Someone complimenting Meera always made me happy.

But all the peace and my happiness were destroyed soon. Within one week.

Das and I had a fine evening at the Prince bar on Wednesday. He had invited me.
"I don't know what's holding her back, man! She behaves really cool and flirts with me, but when I ask her out she comes up with a hell lot of excuses."
He said.
I was pretending to be enjoying my drink like it was the most important thing in the world for me, but inside I was actually trying to add his words to whatever half-baked info I had gained from the Vivek episode so that I could make out if I had any chance.
"Maybe she's not willing to do anything other than what she's doing right now..."
"Don't bullshit me, Mr Menon. I can see it in her eyes. She wants me. She dreams me. I know that."

He looked deep into my eyes as he asserted his vision. I immediately felt that my eyes betrayed me and conveyed my excitement. I was forced to speak in sync.
"What type of dreams, Mr Das?"
"Wet dreams... Soaked dreams..."
He grinned.
"How do you know they're so wet?"
"You don't know man. You should look into her eyes. It speaks what she doesn't let her mouth to do."
I recollected Vivek's words from Saturday. I suddenly wanted to see Meera and look into her eyes. What were they conveying to her lovers?
"So what's your next move?"
I asked later.
"Persistence, my friend. Today or tomorrow, it doesn't matter. She will be mine."
He declared.
I burned. Hell.

And his persistence paid off within days.
Das called me again, Friday evening.
"Great news. I've got her nod, my buddy. She's coming. But there's a clause. She demanded your presence to where I'm taking her for lunch."
It wasn't a great news. And I couldn't digest her demand.
Why does she need me?
"She thinks if you're present we both will be in control. You're her safety net, I guess. She feels she's not ready for it."
For what?
I didn't ask. It was obvious.

12.15 at noon we landed in the lobby of Sunshine Gardens. We mean, I and Meera. Mr Das welcomed us there.
"You look stunning, Meera."
He said grabbing her hands.
She did. She was dressed in a white dress that complemented her beauty.
He thanked me for being there for him as he led us to the hall. We had a light lunch. I was feeling tense because I had no idea on his plans for the day. Meera was visibly at ease; she was smiling at him as they talked.
Perhaps she was hiding her anxiety. Perhaps she wasn't tensed because I was there with her; a safety net - like Das had mentioned. Perhaps she wasn't tensed at all, for she knew whatever his plans were.
I felt I was the only one who didn't have a clue about anything.
What's happening? What's going to happen?

Das' casual talk was mostly directed to Meera. I felt nothing bad about that because she was the guest. I was just...
Well, I don't know.

Das talked about the hotel and its luxurious features. It was one of his favourite hotels.
"It took me just a visit here, that it instantly became my favourite. I hope you like it."
He said.
"The food is definitely good." Meera commented with a glowing smile on her face. I struggled hard to keep my eyes off her face. This was the first time after like an year, when I managed to sit so close to her, watching her smile. I was mesmerized by her pleasing smile and scintillating aroma. I was still in love with her.
Will she ever come back? I wondered.
"See, for me too it started with the food. Next time we'll have a complete dinner here. I will walk you through the rooftop garden also. It's wonderful to walk there and watch the sky in the night. You won't realize you're in the middle of a crowded city."
Das said.
"Wow." Meera smiled again.

Her smile was enough to trap me in another dream. I daydreamed walking her thorough that unseen rooftop garden. We would watch the sky in the night. I would hold her hand and bring it to my lips. I thought.

"So what we are we gonna do now?"
She asked as we finished the food.
"Of course, the suite. You can't miss that."
He said.

He was right. He had one grand suite ready for us. I wondered if he's paying for the whole day or just for the time we were there. I knew it would cost a big sum. Could it all be for nothing?
When we entered it, I realized it was nothing like I've ever seen or imagined.
The suite was quite luxurious, even beyond my imagination. There was a living room that was decorated with elegance, two large bedrooms, a library and a mini bar in it. Comfortable couches, easy chairs, velvet floors and it all had lavishness painted on them. Elegant and expensive, it screamed luxury by every inch of its space. From the floor to the roof, it had its class written over it.

"It feels like Mr Menon has won your trust quite easily, Meera. You seem to trust him than I thought I did."
Mr Das mentioned to Meera.
"True." Meera smiled.
"Since he's our mutual friend, we can feel absolutely free around him."
"You seem to have something in your mind.."
She said.
I brought my attention to the mini bar to fend off the awkwardness of watching them mingle through flattery.
Of all the luxury, the mini bar had caught my attention the most. Das might have noticed it.
"Feel free to check it out, my friend. You'll find your favourite JD over there."
He said.
I was unsure if it was appropriate to open JD right then. It was odd.
"What will you have Meera?" He turned to Meera.
"Nothing, thanks." She said.
"Oh come on, drop the formality, my dear."

He said and pulled her by her hand. He quickly had her in his embrace. She was as surprised as I was, but made no attempt to move away from him. I saw her breasts rubbing against his chest. I wanted to pull them apart. He looked into her eyes and locked them too.
"Before speaking of anything else, tell me what have you done with my gift?"
He was referring to the necklace.
"Oh, it's with me, Mr Das. I had forgotten to return it to her. And we couldn't really see each other..."
I interrupted quickly as if I didn't want Meera to take the blame. I pulled the small box from my pocket and gave it to him.
"That's really a great gesture of trust between you guys. You both have managed to outdo even my expectations, to be honest. Well, it's really good, Mr Menon. Here I can present the same thing to my lady once again. This time we can do it without hiding our excitement, can't we?."
He noted and tied it around her neck without any hurry. He had all the time in the world to tie his diamond necklace around my wife's neck right in my presence.

I felt a pang of jealousy watching him with that luxury. Her compliance with him only added fuel to the fire that had started in my mind. She was surely enjoying his company. My presence didn't bother her at all.
Maybe she was just pretending that way. I hoped.
"Wow. Gorgeous."
Das looked at her with his dilated eyes.

"You're beautiful than ever, believe me, honey."
She surely did, I saw. She was looking absolutely gorgeous. She just checked it with her hands and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Das."
"I should be thankful to have you with me, Meera."
He was showering her with compliments and she kept her gorgeous eyes and pleasant smile on him only. Her eyes were shining and she was clearly into him. Even I could see that, ten feet away from her. There was no chance Mr. Das could miss it.

Is she ready?
Mr Das moved forward and kissed her. A quick and short one, on her lips.
I felt sick to my stomach.
"Now we should have a drink, shouldn't we?"
He asked.
"Sure."
He turned to me.
"Mr Menon, will you please pour us some drinks? Something very light for her. for me, you know what I like, don't you?"
"Sure, I know."
I said immediately. I felt awkward for being directed by him to prepare drinks for them. Nevertheless I turned to the bar. I opened the cooler and saw some cordial. I didn't mind the flavor, I just poured it into a glass and added water. That was for Meera. For Das I took the same JD.
"Come on let's leave him here for now. I have a lot to listen to you."
Das' voice suddenly turned my attention back to them.
"You start the party, friend. We're just coming."

He said to me.
Meera looked at me at that moment, and I saw her eyes. She looked every bit of a woman who knew what she wanted. And now, in his arms, she had chosen him. I felt sick to my stomach. I watched as her eyes bid goodbye to me one last time and went back to him.
Mr. Das had his his arm around her. He was leading her to the bedroom. She walked with him showing no hesitation. My head was spinning. I stood there, unable to move, without knowing what to do or say.

The situation had left me completely off-guard.
Das had just walked my wife into a bedroom that was supposedly his. I had seen that room a few moments ago. It had a king-size bed in the middle of it. I thought of that bed, it's extra softness, and the picture dreaded me. My heartbeats shot up. My throat became dry. My eyes couldn't follow them past the door, for it was shut as soon as they walked in. The sound of that door closing made me hard to breathe. There was nothing to hear from that room since then.
Is it happening again?
Is the nightmare coming back to reality?

No, it isn't. Meera won't do anything silly like that. She's strong. I told myself.
Especially when I'm standing here. They must be having a chat. A private chat. They haven't bolted the door from inside. That means they know they're in check. I thought.
My thoughts were forcefully constructed by me. I had never been such an optimist, but suddenly I tried to become one. I expected them to be walking out soon, asking for their drinks.
I got back to work and prepared his drink. Then, like Mr. Das had asked, I grabbed my drink and finished it in one go. I had started the party for me. It went past my dry throat and I felt no relief. I poured another and came back to the living room.
As I sat on the couch, my eyes again fell on the bedroom door. It was now impossible to look away. I had become restless. My drink was finished in anxiety. I tried doing long, deep breaths but nothing helped.

This wasn't like anything I knew of me. I couldn't come to terms with the fact that my wife was there with another man, for whatever reason.

In the past I had seen giving in to another man; I had seen her letting a stranger have his way inside her on a park bench. I had seen her taking a old man's dick in her mouth, letting him fuck her after that; I had seen her riding him on our marital bed; I had seen it all. But still I couldn't live this moment. Behind that door, she was undeniably vulnerable; she could be taken to bed and...

This was different. Because she wasn't mine anymore. In the past, at the end of the day she would return to me. She used to come back to live my wife. Not now, for she wasn't mine. She wouldn't come back to me after this. I was losing her forever.
Forever. That word dreaded me.
Was that the moment she announced it loud and clear for me? Was that the way to end it?
Maybe it was. The man behind that door owned her. I was not her husband anymore. I cannot dream of her from now. To dream of her, to love her, would be so wrong.

Only thing I could do was to stare at the closed door.

I remembered all those moments in my life when I had been failed by closed doors. I had been made to stand still in front of doors my life had set up for me. There had been few.
First I was made to stand and watch in front of my own house when Mr Thomas tried to have a date with my wife after a party. I could do nothing to save my wife other than just pray, though she courageously had defended herself that night.

Then, when I had locked myself accidentally in my own kitchen, I was made to face those dreaded moments again. That day my wife was introduced to another man's lust, quicker than I could imagine. It had then changed our lives forever.

Then, in front of my own bedroom, I had made myself stand when Mr Shekhar had taken my wife to my bed. She was not only taken but conquered by him. At the other side of that door was a bed where my beautiful wife lay, being subjected to another man's thirst and hunger.

Mr Shekhar was no more. But it was happening again.
At the other side of that door was now my wife and her lover. She had acknowledged his love for her a few moments ago. From the beginning of their friendship I had been following them. I knew every twist and turn of their story. I had been a part of it.
And there I was. Staring at a closed door.

Do I really remain a part of their story?
I wondered as I looked at that door. I had heard a giggle from her. Only once. Nothing escaped that room since then. I waited silently, ready to catch any sound that might escape that room.
I heard many known as well as unknown, unidentifiable sounds from the outside world. I could hear my wristwatch ticking. I could hear the tiny sound from one of the decorative lights from the roof. I could hear my own heartbeats. Yet nothing from that room.
What could be them doing? I thought.

Are they sitting at the edge of the bed looking into each other's eyes?
"I want to keep looking into your beautiful eyes.." Mr Das had said.
Is she telling him stories?
"I want to keep listening to your voice.." he had told her.
Is he just holding her hand in his to make her feel comfortable?
"I want to hold your hand and make you feel safe.." he had told her.
Are they sharing a silent kiss? Like a newly married- a passionate, slow and delicate kiss?
"I wanted to kiss her whenever I saw her in my office.." He had told me.

There were many in his wish list.
"I would slurp her tight pussy like a dog!" He had told me. A few months ago.

I couldn't sit there idle sipping my glass anymore. My JD had turned sour.

The large clock on the wall was ticking past 2 O'clock. That meant more than half an hour since I had seen them walking into that room.
The large suite, with its air conditioning system and strong walls, doors and windows, made sure no sounds passed either in or out of it. I had finished my fourth round while surviving my nightmarish thoughts. Then, after filling up my fifth round of JD, I decided it's time I better gathered some courage and walked up to the door of that bedroom.

I rose to my feet and slowly walked toward it. Fear of making unwanted noise and ending up caught spying them helped me follow extreme care while approaching it.

I couldn't hear any noise from inside, until I put my ears really close to the door, almost touching it. Then I heard some sounds. They weren't the sounds of talking. Nevertheless, I could easily make out what was happening because it was what I was imagining unconsciously.

There was the whirring sound of the bed, shaking in some sort of rhythm, and slight moans of a woman. All the sounds were in sync, suggesting a perfect picture of the scene. He was fucking her.

My heart stopped as I stood thunderstruck. It wasn't because of the sounds I was hearing but because of the sense of loss which had completely gripped me.
I leaned my back on the wall beside the door to balance myself. I felt the sounds from the room were increasing. Either he was taking her to higher levels of love with his pace and vigour, or I was getting too much involved in their chaos.
Then I heard a cry that was perfectly audible outside.
"Aaahh!" a suppressed one, from Meera. I closed my eyes in disgust and next I heard a groan from Mr Das.
I couldn't stand there anymore.

That was the sound of Das ejaculating into the deepest part of my wife's body. From that groan, I could guess he had great fun cumming into her.
It's over Krish. Go back. Go back to your pathetic life. I heard myself telling me.
When I walked back, I felt like wobbling. I almost fell on the couch.
I shook my head in disgust and then grabbed my drink. I didn't dare to look at the door anymore. The sound of my wife accepting the seeds of her man simply drained all the colours of my life. She would never recognize me. My energy to stay awake and alive had vanished. I thought I would end my life after this day.

By the time it was finally opened, I had moved on to my sixth round of JD. Mr Das walked out first and he sat opposite me. I saw the satisfying smile on his face that told me the whole story. It killed me. Yet I managed to speak.
"Where have you been Mr Das? You took so long?"
"Long? Hell no, man. And you have no idea where I have been!"
He said. He though looked less tired than I was, I noticed.
"It was worth waiting for a year, Krish. Your wife, oh thank you for making up that story, I mean my ladylove there was absolute fun. All because of you.

Thanks, man!"
I managed to smile despite feeling sunken. Dead men do smile at times. Universal truth.
"Would you mind fetching me a glass of water? I feel tired!"
He asked in a tired voice. I got up and brought the water from the mini bar. He finished it before I could sit back.
"One more please!"
And he handed me the glass.
I repeated the act and he simply kept it on the centre table.
"Thanks. Now take your seat, Mr Menon."
He gestured toward my couch.

It took a couple of minutes for Meera to step out. She had tried her best to restore her looks but it wasn't helping much. She looked every inch a woman who just got fucked her brains out. Her lips had lost their sheen and charm, her hair was messy, her eyes tired and her gown was wrinkled. She was molten and stirred. She walked slowly to Mr Das and sat beside him. Very close. She was in thrall to this man. Her man. I was now an outsider.
She smiled at him once and then kept her head down, looking a the velvet floor. My eyes were following her every move and I caught her stealing a glance at me. She was made a woman. His woman. I saw.

My eyes fell on Mr Das and I found him studying me. I felt a sudden guilt as if I was staring his wife.
My life had turned upside down. There was no coming back. Yet I tried to smile at him.
"Look up honey. There's nothing to hide from him. He's our closest friend, we can trust him like our shadows."
He said, holding around her shoulder.
He was right. I had become a shadow. A shadow which can only follow.
Meera looked up and smiled shyly. She was still beautiful. Her smile melted me. I wished I could grab that face and kiss her. Just one kiss.
I used to own her. Long ago. I remembered. I heard someone crying inside of me.
Mr Das took the glass from the table and gave it to her.
She thanked him.
"Thank him. He had made it for you. He knew you'd be in need of this."

Now I was shy. I couldn't figure out why.

"So Mr Menon, from today, from now onward, I own this gorgeous woman. She's my private property, and I'm her proud owner now."
Meera bit her lips.
He leaned to her and kissed lightly on her cheek. I burned further.
"We were in a deep discussion on the coming monsoon, Mr Menon. I hope you haven't heard anything, have you?"

He asked me.
I shook my head.
I heard nothing. I hope they too haven't heard anything, from outside. A man died here. I thought.
Mr Das held her close and kissed her cheek again. She seemed to be enjoying it. She quickly finished her drink and excused herself to the washroom. As she was walking, I watched her back. She wasn't the one I saw in the morning.
"What have you done to her, Mr Das? She's shaken."
I complained once she was gone.
Das had a wry smile on his face.
"I did exactly what I had to do, buddy. I licked her like a mad dog. She touched heaven when I slurped her like that."
He kept grinning as he went on. I didn't know how to respond. I sat there with my mouth open, aghast at his face.
"Then I showed my little thing, you know, the 'little' thing to her. You can't believe how tight she was."
He lowered his voice this time.
"You know she was more like a virgin to me. She hadn't had a company for more than a year. She was really wet after my tongue assault, but couldn't spread enough to fit me in. Then I got her lips around me, oh man!"

He adjusted his groin with her left hand as he paused.
"She lubricated me well with her lips and tongue, then only I managed to go in. She was really hot buddy. She knows how to please a man. I haven't had such a great woman in years. It's worth waiting a lifetime. And you know what, we own each other now."
Lucky bastard. I said in my mind.
Meera returned soon.
"Honey, would you mind if I let Mr Menon drop you back home?"
He asked her. She looked up surprised. Even I was.
It was too early to wind up the day. But he had his share of reasons.

"If I keep looking at you, we'll end up in another round of discussion."
Meera was the first one to laugh. I forced myself to laugh at the lame joke.
"Okay let's leave then."
I rose to my feet. I was drunk but I didn't care. There are things more intoxicating than liquor. I had just learnt.

"Honey, please keep the necklace in there."
Mr Das said while leaving. Perhaps he wanted to make her keep thinking of her possessor. She agreed with a smile and kissed him bye.

Strangely, she sat in the backseat of the car this time. It was a gesture. Every gesture would make me realize she's not mine anymore.
I couldn't talk to her for half an hour. Then I gathered some courage.
"So."
I looked at her in the mirror.
"Have you discussed the future?"
I was unintentionally referring to their discussion on monsoon. I immediately regretted using that word.

"No."
She said.
"Then what else you guys were talking, actually?"
I deliberately avoided the word discussion.
In my dictionary, this word now had a different meaning. A brutal fucking episode.
"Talking? You know what we were doing there, don't you?"
She asked quickly.
"I...I...I mean..."
I was at loss for words.
"And I know you were listening. I was like screaming when he was..."
She paused. I looked into her eyes.
"Yeah. I heard that. But..."
"We barely did any talking in there. He simply led me to it."
She interrupted me.
"Oh..Kay. was it good?"
I couldn't believe I asked her that. Maybe it was alcohol.
"Yes, it was so good."
She replied, surprisingly.
"So he's worth loving and being with.."
"Did you enjoy when we were doing it?"
She interrupted me again. My heart started thumping harder. What should I say? Was she going to judge me? And what even if she did, she didn't belong to me anymore. I did a quick self-talk.
"Yes, I enjoyed. Very.."
I said sarcastically.
"Did you masturbate?"
"What? No!"
I replied even before I could process what she had asked. I couldn't believe she was asking me that. I felt disgusting. What the hell she was thinking of me? She's still seeing me as the same old one who wanked at the site of Mr Shekhar pounding her hard in our bed. It was very disappointing that she was unable to see the change in me.

We didn't talk further until we reached Lavanya Apartments. She got down and looked at me through the window.
"Tell me, Krish. Did you masturbate when I was making love to Das?"
I looked at her stunned.
"No... Why do you..."
"I want you to do it. Tonight. I will feel a lot better if you do."
She said firmly and walked away.
My face had turned pale.
Unable to move or think, I sat there, struggling to breathe. I took myself a few seconds to allow what I'd just heard to sink in. What did she mean? Was she remorseful? Was she sorry for what she'd done? Was she feeling that I deserve better? Was she still nurturing feelings for me?
A hundred questions poked in my mind.
Strangely, I found myself aroused while I drove back home. I couldn't get rid of it even by the end of the eve. I was hard for no reason. Even my body wasn't under my control.
It was easy to learn who had it. Meera.

The more I tried to ignore my hardness, the more it taunted me. I resumed my drinking when I reached home, through the evening to the night, until I dozed off.
I woke up thirsty in the earliest hours of Sunday. I finished a litre of cold water, yet I found no solace. I hadn't had dinner and I was hungry as hell. I went to kitchen and cooked some eggs and ate it. When I was walking around the kitchen, in all that loneliness, deep inside my mind I had a feeling. A feeling that I was deliberately procrastinating something that was long due. I didn't have the clarity in my mind to think about it, or sort it out. I just knew something was there. Then, when I finished my snacks bite, I coggled to my room, only to stop in front of my bed.
My bed sheets were rumpled. And it reminded me another bed sheet that I had seen exactly opposite. The bed sheet in the Sunshine Gardens' suite, I still remembered its shiny, smooth surface. A surface that helped my wife bed her new lover.
I sat on the edge of my bed and lay across its centre. My dick twitched once and caught my attention. I rubbed it slowly and casually.

Why did she say so? I sighed.

"Tell me Krish. Did you masturbate when I was making love to Das?"
"I want you do it. Tonight. I will feel a lot better if you do."
I remembered those words. Words by words.

"Did you masturbate?"
That was her final question.
"Did you enjoy when we were doing it?"
She had asked me before that. She expected me to have enjoyed.
"Yes it was so good."
She had confessed, clearly; and she wanted me to believe it. She was not merely giving me clues to help me understand, but making me understand through her words.
"We barely did any talking in there. He simply led me to it."
He simply led her to his bed. Simply, she let him lead her. Because she was ready for it. She wanted it.

And I know you were listening. I was like screaming when he was..."
Perhaps she was screaming to make sure I heard her. Why would she wanted to make sure that?

"Talking? You know what we were doing there, don't you?"
You know, she had said.
She expected that I knew it. She wanted that I knew it.
The doubts that I had conceived when I saw Meera rejecting Vivek were being cleared in my mind. She walked in to that room with Mr.Das only because I was there. If I wasn't there, she wouldn't have.
She wouldn't have allowed Das to take her to his bed.
She wouldn't have let him eat her. She wouldn't have taken him in her mouth. She wouldn't have let him push his dick into her. She wouldn't have let him cum inside her.
My arguments were pointing its fingers at me.
I was the reason. Yes.
Me.
I made her do it.
God.
I sighed remorsefully.

I looked down at my dick. Still hard like a stone. A strange stone. I couldn't understand it. Perhaps Meera could interpret its language better than me; I felt. She had proven that in the past as well.

I looked up at the ceiling. It reminded me the suite of Sunshine Gardens. Beneath that ceiling was that bed. In that Meera was laid.
Like I lay in my bed, she would have lain in that bed. Facing the ceiling. And then, her legs would be spread out. I pretended to be in her position and parted my legs open. She would have let him see her hole. Her wet, welcoming canal. And then he would have shown his dick to her. She must have stared at it, and anticipated it being pushed inside her. Then he would shove his dick into her, making Meera gasp, moan, or even cry.

"...she was like a virgin... She hadn't had a company for more than an year. She was really wet after my tongue assault, but couldn't spread enough to fit me in. Then I got her lips around me... she lubricated me well with her lips and tongue, then only I managed to go in..."
Das had told me.

Lucky bastard. I said and touched my dick. I was jealous. He had his dick inside my wife. She would have then watched it going in and out of her. He would push hard and she would moan. Her moans would only encourage him.
For a moment, I visualised Meera in my place and Das on top of her. He would push hard into her and his face would be just inches above hers. He would breathe into her face. Perhaps he would have come down to kiss her. Her lips would be sucked into his mouth. He would have pushed his tongue into her mouth, forcing her taste his saliva. As she struggle to evade his wet kisses, he would drill his thing deep into her hole. Ohhhh.

How long?
How long would he have fucked my wife?
Long enough to make her cum. I was sure. It would be hard and hot. A year long wait would justify it.
My hand was caressing my dick. I was too scared to shake it, but I was too horny to leave it alone. It was hard and pointed to the ceiling. I tried to grip around it and the temptation grew unbearable as I imagined Meera being pounded hard in her bed by Das. I heard her moan.

"Ohh Das!"
I tried moaning like her and started jerking slowly.
Then I tried panting like her, and cried like her.
"Aaah...aaah... Das!"
It then took me a moment to lose myself. I forgot who I was. Meera's face asking me to masturbate flashed in my mind momentarily and I quickly found my hand moving up and down on my dick in full length, albeit slowly. I panted more, imagining my wife and her old man lover making mad love, until my dick vomited whatever it was holding in it. I let out a fake groan as I came hard in real.
My hand was dirty and I was sorry immediately.
No. I shouldn't have done it. I thought.
This was the first and last. I wouldn't do it again. I closed my eyes and pledged.​