Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

After the party I drove Meera home. She looked tired and lay silently in the seat. We didn’t talk much. I expected she would talk about Meghna at least, but she didn’t. Perhaps she would get to know everything from Meghna later.
That thought strengthened my doubt that the whole thing was a test by her.
I was still carrying Meghna’s taste in my lips. It suddenly felt sour.

On arrival at Lavanya Apartments, Meera realized she had misplaced her purse. She covered her face with her palm and sat thoughtfully.

She looked very tired. She didn’t have her house key. I still had one with me in my purse, but I hid it from her.

"Let’s go home Meera. Tomorrow we will get back the keys."
I suggested.
She agreed instantly. She had no choice.

We arrived at my home at one o’clock. I opened the door and welcomed my wife inside. I was feeling something very special about this. Meera was there with me in my home. Alone.

Does she realize it? I wondered.

"I want to have a shower Krish. I am very tired."
She said in a fatigued voice.
"Are you drunk, baby?"
I asked. She looked as if I said something wrong.
"Baby? You should call Meghna that."
She said, trying to smile.
"No way."
I said.
"Why?"
"You still remain my baby."
"You stupid, my Krish. Why can’t you please move on?"
She begged.

She shook her head in disappointment and headed for the attached bathroom. I stood there, listening to the sound of shower.

I was feeling really uncomfortable. I was actually aroused. I imagined her standing completely nude in the shower. Her round boobs in perfect shape, her beautiful navel, her milky thighs. My thoughts were soon out of my control, and my dick stood up like a stone made.

"Krish…"
I heard Meera.
"I want something to wear. You still have my old clothes?"
"Yes, I do. Wait."

I had everything intact, not only her clothes but also the memories of her, love for her and the space in my heart.

I brought a tank top and skirt from the shelf. She opened the door halfway and showed her head out. She extended her hand to me, hiding her body behind the door. I could make out she was completely nude behind it. My heartbeats rose higher.

When she came out later, I could see that she wasn’t wearing anything under the top and skirt. I tried to locate her tits without being caught. When she walked around me, I was drawn to her aroma. Fresh. Arousing. Whenever she turned away from me, my eyes followed her backside.

Her ass was round and plump, I wanted to stuff my dick in that hole right there. Das had once told me. He was right. Anyone would die to feel that ass.

"What are you staring at, Krish? Go, get your sleep."
Meera said, looking at me through the mirror.

I slowly walked to her.
"Meera…"
I stopped right at her back.

She turned to me. I felt weak in my knees. Meera sensed what I was feeling.
"Do you like my friend. She’s good isn’t she?"
She asked with a smile. A smile that could instantly kill me.
"She’s good."
I said.
"So when are you planning your next date?"
"We are not. I don’t want Meghna I want you Meera.."
I managed to say and I held her hand.

"What?"
She looked at me surprised. I leaned forward in an instant and kissed her.

Fifteen months. Fifteen months had passed since I had tasted her lips before this. Still I remembered that taste and I was thrown back to my past. I became her true husband in a moment. My arms crawled around her and my mouth opened wider to suck her both lips into it. And before she could make a move I lifted her in my arms and walked to the bed. I almost fell onto the bed with her and proceeded to kiss her again like a man possessed. I was in a rush, until her right palm fell across my face with a sound. Whack!

The sudden blow had taken me aback. But it couldn't really stop me. I went again and this time my arms tied around her along with her hands, and I kissed her again. More fiercely, more violently, I sucked her lips. I crushed her soft lips and I almost tasted her saliva in my mouth. I devoured her lips against her continuous efforts to free herself, until she managed to shake her head sideways to break the long kiss. And then I let her go.
The next second, I felt another slap across my face, this time harder than the previous one.

Her hand had enough power to make me lose myself. My cheek ached. She jumped up and I merely sat on the bed, silently. I didn’t speak a word. I kept rubbing my face, my head down. I felt I had gone too far.

“What the hell do you think of me? “
She yelled.
“I think of you as my wife, my love, my life; nothing else.”
I said quietly, she stood there staring at me.

We both remained silent for next five or ten minutes. She walked up to the mirror to face herself fit some time and then came back to me. She sat on the edge of the bed, maintaining a small distance from me.
But she didn't speak anything.

Finally I spoke.
“I’m sorry Meera. I got carried away.”

Meera looked at me and let out a sigh,
“I am sorry too.”
I looked at her and slowly rubbed my cheek. She slightly leaned to me to put her hand over my shoulder.
"I'm really sorry Krish.."

She stood up and slowly rubbed my face. It felt really good honestly.
“I wasn’t going to bang you...“
I said.
“I was just kissing you...”
“Oh really? You call that a kiss? You were like... Anyways you should know that you can’t do that too.”
“That bloody Das has taken the whole of my wife.”
I complained.
“Yes. He has. No more sharing, Krish.”

Wekept staring into each other again. She had said it.
“Does he keep you that happy?”
“I don’t know about it.”
“Do you love him really?”
“It’s complicated I can’t really do that, can I?”

She sounded a helpless woman to me. I felt guilty for it. I was the one who put her through all of this. If I hadn’t directed Mr. Das to her, nothing of this would have happened. What a foolish idea was that? Even if Sam had any chance, I could have stopped it by exposing it to Ananya. But now, I have no power to stop it. She is drawn more to Das than even she could gauge.

"You don't know whether you would love him or not. There's no future in that. You're playing with fire than we ever did. Why are you doing this? Why can't you just quit?"

"Ssshhh!"
She put her finger across my lips. But I had asked enough.
"If you cared so much, why didn't you stop me at that gardens... What's the name of..."
"Sunshine..."
"Yeah... Sunshine gardens. You didn't stop it when Das took me into his bedroom, did you? Why you..."
"How could I do that? I was not a friend to him? And I had no clue you two were going to fuck right there!"
"Oh! Don't tell me that. You knew that he was there to what! It was well planned. I was the fool there..."
"What!"
"You know, I've been hit on a hundred times since we've parted ways. I had no such interest in them. I had even gone for dinner with a few, and with one, I don't know why I'm telling you this but, with one I had got a bit intimate than I would allow myself, but nothing more than that. I always shied away from them, except for Das. Tell me why? Tell me why I couldn't stop Das at Sunshine gardens?"

I was speechless.
The gun was pointed at my head.
I was the culprit.
I sensed pain, erupting from the deepest of my heart.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want that. I was just helpless..."
I said in a voice audible only to the sharpest.
"Krish... Making grave mistakes and then apologising have already cost us a lot. I want you live a normal life..."
Her voice was smooth and caring. She placed her hands at either sides of my shoulders.

I hugged her and closed my eyes. She knew what I was feeling, and she let me hold onto her. She stood calmly and caressed over my head. I felt sudden comfort in that. I loved her even more.
“I love you Meera..”
I mumbled.
She pushed me slowly and slightly away from her.
“What?"
“I ... I love you...”
“No you can’t. Please understand, there is no future in this love. I have become someone else’s. He owns me completely. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes I know, but it hurts baby...”
“I want you move on... move on to Meghna. She’s nice, and beautiful. “
“I don’t think I can ever do that.”
“That’s why I told you to do...to move on.. you know, I mean, did you do it?”
She was talking about her advice on masturbating.
“No.” I lied, hoping she won’t catch me this time.
“You should, when you’ve done that once you’ll get rid of me.“
“Come on, you’re making fun of me, and my love.”
“No, I mean it, I want you to masturbate, I know you can do it. Like when I was with Shekhar, thinking of Das and me, then you’ll feel better. Then you can concentrate on Meghna or anyone else you want.”
Suddenly she bent forward and touched my groin.

Hell, it was hard. My stupid dick was hard. I saw a wry smile on the corner of her lips.

“See, you’re already hard, you should do it now."
“No... No...”
I shook my head and pushed her hand away.

She didn’t give up. She had her hand again on me. I pushed her away again, each time she touched me, I woke up a little more. I was like a toy in her hand, I learnt.

At the end this nonsense, she sat with me and slid her hand inside myshort. I looked at her unbelievably. And she looked straight into my eyes.
“I want you do it, right now... “
She whispered.
“Wh.. what? No... I... “
I stammered.

I felt her fingers around my hard penis. I swallowed my own saliva. She kissed on my cheek and pulled my short a bit with another hand; and pulled out my dick. It's tip was shamelessly wet.

“You’re perfectly up.” She said after having a good look at it.
“Hold it my boy...”
She whispered.
“No, you do it for me.”
I said.
“What?”
“You do it.”
I tried to brush my lips with hers. She moved away. Anyway she was smiling constantly. We were having a game.
“Hold it.”
She said again.
I refused.

“Okay then get up. Stand up here.” She finally said.
I immediately moved and stood in front of her. She pulled my shorts down and felled it to my feet. I pulled my tee-shirt off me, and presented myself in complete nudeness to my wife. I watched her eyes dilating. She was enjoying it.
“You don’t have to be too excited you’re just going to shag yourself...“
She said. But there was playfulness in her voice. I looked at her lips like I want them immediately.
“You’re gonna do it...”
“Come on, Krish I can’t do it, I will later feel guilty..”
“But for what...? I am your husband.”
“But I have a boyfriend.”
“Still I have some rights on you, haven't I?”
“In your dreams only...”
She grinned.
"Your boyfriend is not suppose to mind if your husband gets something he truly deserves!"
"No way! You and your stupid theories!"
“Okay.. but one last time...”
I pleaded.

She thought for a moment.
“What if I show you something, something that you’ll enjoy, you’ll find it helpful to excite yourself?”
She said and touched the shoulder strap of her tank top.

My eyes widened.

Oh my god. I said myself.

“I well surrender then."
I said.
She locked her eyes with mine for a second.

"Only for show, nothing more."
She warned.
"Done."
I agreed. I was eager to see those beautiful globes once again. My heartbeats were rising higher.

She grabbed the straps from either sides and slid them down until it reached her elbows. The top slid from her chest, baring her breasts, until both the nipples were visible. Brown, round, and erect. Both the nipples were exactly what I had remembered all my life. I used to fondle them lovingly, suck them when I was thirsty, feel them when I felt needy, bite them when I was naughty; but now, all I could do was to stare, yet it was better than what I had been subjected to for so long.

Actually seeing them like this was an unbelievable dream coming true. I saw a couple of dark spots on the white skins on her.
“What’s that?”
I asked out of curiosity. She took a look at them.
“Oh that’s Das. He’s... uh... quite rough on them...”

Oww, it hurts baby. I said in my mind. Bastard. I grinned.

She pulled herself back on to the bed and leaned back with support of both of her hands, allowing the tank top fall further down. Both her breasts were on complete display. They didn’t splay when she leaned back. They were just perfect.

With one hand, she swept back her hair strands behind her ears.
“Now.”
She said, gesturing to my hip. It was time to keep my promise.
I slowly held my dick and began shaking it. The wet tip meant smooth movement.
She fondled herself to tease me once, and it was too much for me. Soon my hand was moving seriously and she sat watching me shag.
“Shake it for me Krish...”
She whispered again.
Her eyes remained on my dick. I moved a bit closer to her and stopped shaking it.
"Come on... Touch it once... Meera..."
This time she looked at me affectionately. Then without saying word, she touched me. Slowly, I let go of my dick and she held it with round, firm grip.
Her warm, soft fingers were around my dick. I let out a slight moan. She looked at my eyes and smiled at me. She seemed like a teen who had a penis in her hand for the first time in her life. She was endearing and I felt I would bend forward to kiss her any moment. The fear of her leaving in between forced me control myself.

"What are you...making me do, huh?"
She panted.
"Your hands feels so good, baby..."
I moaned again as she began moving her grip back and forth on me. As she did it, her body shook and so did her breasts. They were marvelous. As she grew comfortable, I touched over her shoulders and them moved them down to feel them over.
"Watch your hands, Krish..."
She warned and squeezed my dick. I laughed.
"Haaa!"
She spread my precum well over my dick with her hand and then began moving it swiftly. I closed my eyes for a moment in pleasure, and remembered how she was stroking Vivek in the Square hut. She wasn't this passionate. I thought.
Suddenly I felt her pulling it to her. As I looked down, I saw the unbelievable. She was leaning forward and opening her lips.

"Huuuh!"
I took a deep breath and held it there, and watched her take my meat inside her mouth.
Had she ever done this to me?
I asked myself.
Well, she wasn't done. Soon her head was moving back and forth, sucking me softly.
"Oh my baby...mmm..."
I moaned.
She sucked me just a few seconds, but she had lifted my spirits to sky high, as I soon started jerking myself with a gesture from her. There was nothing more I could ask from her. She licked her lips and watched me shag.
"Mmm... Keep shaking for me... Yes.."
She slowly fondled her breasts and my eyes almost stuck to them. I was on the edge, and for me there was nothing to hold back. I shook harder and harder. Within a short period of time I exploded and shot a huge load, huge to even my expectations. Streams of my sticky white cum were splattered all over her neck and breasts, and then to her thighs and on the floor, and I let out a suppressed groan as I enjoyed my orgasm. I was having one of my perfect ejaculation in a long time.

"Wooosh!"
Meera closed her eyes as if to save it from the spray, and smiled.
I grabbed her face and kissed her.
One light kiss.
She was all smiling.
“That was wonderful.”
She said and pushed me away. I was still panting and stood there delighted. She picked up my jockey from the floor and cleaned her chest and thighs. Then she threw it to me and pulled up her tank top.
“Clean yourself and the floor.”
She was still smiling.

I was back to reality. I wiped my dick clean and then the floor with my underwear.

“Okay, now that the end of the it. You should go now."
She got up and pushed me until I was out of the room.

“Good night, and remember to forget this night from your memories right now.”
She said and shut the door close. I stood there in the hall, completely nude, with my semi hard dick hanging in the air.

Next morning we encountered a small problem. Meera woke me up at nine.
"I need my purse. I need my keys."
Her purse, it was at Das' house. I remembered.

"Should I drop you there?"
"No, he doesn't know about the key. He thinks I'm already in my flat. If I tell him the truth, he'll ask me where I stayed in the night..."
I got it. Her night stay in my house had become forbidden.

"So what should we do now?"
She had a plan for it. She rang up Das and told him she's going for groceries at the Star Mall, and asked him if he could bring the purse to the mall by 11 o'clock. He agreed.
"We'll have a coffee as well. Yesterday I couldn't even speak to you much.."
She said before hanging up.

'even speak to you'? Was she expecting a hot date with him? I wondered.

We got ready and headed to a nearby cafe for breakfast. I watched her boobs shaking in slight rhythm in her T-shirt, as she walked. I imagined them naked. I instantly got an erection. She noticed my stare.
"Stop it, pervert!"
She said and pinched on my arm.
My phone rang at the moment. It was Das.
We both looked at each other's eyes suspeciously before I answered it.

"Man I need your help. Meera misplaced her purse here last night and it's with Neerja. Can you pay a visit and pick it up for her? If you come, Neerja will feel it just right; because you're the husband, right?"
The job was a back on my shoulder. I agreed and Meera laughed at me.
"You're my husband, but don't remember it, dear!"
She teased.

After the breakfast she suggested that she'd leave herself.
I went to Das and when I saw him, suddenly I felt great. Just a few hours ago, his girlfriend was sucking and stroking my dick and I was shagging for her. I felt horny in a moment. I felt so much better than I've ever felt during the whole year.
Neerja brought me coffee and returned the purse. I didn't forget to compliment her for the great party, before leaving. Mr. Das followed me to the porch, to thank me secretly for my secret help. I thanked him in my mind for providing an opportunity to get back to my wife once again.

At the Star Mall, I rang up Meera and she said she was with a friend at a cafe on the top floor. I took the purse, and out of curiosity I checked it. I found a strip of afternight pills. Four of the slots were empty. She had needed them at four occasions. I calculated.
One at Sunshine Gardens; one at office; one at my house. And where did they use the forth one?
I felt a sudden sense of loss and jealousy; and I closed the purse in despair.

When I walked into the cafe, I saw her sitting with a man. I quickly figured I had seen the man somewhere.
Meera quickly got up and introduced us each other.
"Mr. Desai, meet my husband, Krish. Krish, this is Mr. Desai. He's..."
"I'm a friend of your beautiful wife, Krish. How do you do? "
Mr. Desai interrupted her enthusiastically and shook my hand. I remember him from previous night's party. I had seen him in a close conversation with Meera. I had thought he had a resemblance with Mr. Shekhar. But from a closer distance now, I wondered how the hell did he look like Shekhar. He looked very different, except for his age. He was in his early fifties. But he looked a strong built man, with a heavy torso and a big head. Of his face, his thicker than usual lips caught my attention the most. He looked too ugly to be my wife's friend. It's just professional. I coudn't stop myself judge them.
I better not look very closely at the men who claim to have befriended her. I decided at the moment.

Mr. Desai a crushed my hand and smiled with his oversized mouth.
"Glad to meet you Mr. Krish. From yesterday's party I've been waiting to see you, the lucky chap. You have a beautiful wife."
He said and winked at Meera. Obviously the compliment was for her. I ignored.
Yes. I do have a beautiful wife. But it doesn't make me lucky my friend. I said in my mind.
I handed over the purse to have and we parted ways right from there. I was still feeling great; last night still afresh in my mind.
Sitting in my car, I pulled out me my mobile phone and started typing a message.
'Meghna, I think I'm not over with my past. I need more time. Forgive me.'

Monday Das called me. He was looking to have drink with me. He said he had something meaty to talk with me.
So we met in a bar.
I was eager to know about the 'meaty' stuff.
He would tell me how he seduced my wife for the fourth time. I thought.

"I made a mistake, Mr. Menon, after my Saturday's party. It's a silly mistake, actually my carelessness. I need your help here.."
He spoke very slowly, obvious of his struggle to open up the topic. He looked like he still hadn't sorted out a way to communicate what was in his mind. I was equally clueless, to help him. I nodded my head without understating much.
He finished his drinks sooner than his words, though.
"You know that purse, Meera's purse, that we returned to her yesterday. And today, at my office, she confronted me about a pill that was missing from her purse..."

He took another quick sip immediately.
"Pill? What pill?"
I knew what pill was that. Exactly which one.
"A morning after pill. I had taken one from her purse, because I knew she had them in her purse."
"What? It's a... It's ridiculous!"
I said.
"I know. The story maybe ridiculous but the incident was not."
"Tell me more."
I said and ordered more of our whisky.
"I had a late night guest after the party. Neerja had gone to bed already. So I and this special lady whom I had my eyes set for so long, we sat for a drink... We did a little bit of our drinking and then... You know what then."
"Tell me."
His story was interesting.
"Hell, she wanted only one thing. Protection. She was out of safe days. Unfortunately I didn't have a single piece of rubber and she demanded a pill atleast. I promised her I'd buy one in the morning but she was like, 'I know we both will wake up very late and can't risk forgetting my pill' and all. So much drama! So I checked Meera's purse. Luckily I got one."

"Very lucky."
"Exactly!"
"And how exactly was your special lady?"
"She's a hot married pussy, dude. Definitely fun. My only regret is that I was a bit drunk. I couldn't perform like I had dreamt of it..."
"Don't worry you can improve it next time."
"No, man. She's one within my family, can't risk much. In the morning she gave me that stupid speech about restraint and control. I don't think she'll ever give me another chance. But that's not the problem here."
"Yup. The pill and Ms.Meera should be."
"Exactly. I underestimated the fact that she's an accountant. She has bloody scrutinized her purse to find that a pill was missing from her purse! Can you believe that?"

"Huh! I'm believing it. So what did you tell her?"
"I spoke like I knew nothing about it."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Then the problem is... that the next suspect on the list is you."
"What???"
I forgot to shut my mouth for a few seconds.
"If it wasn't missing from my house, it should be you."
"But how, and why?"
"There's no solution in denying the truth. The pill is one short. I can't tell her the truth as well. So the obvious choice is you."
"Buy why is it so important?"
"It's important because she has doubts over me. I can't afford that. I'm not done enjoying her, man. You can save me."
"But how? Is she gonna ask me about it?"
I knew even if I tell her, she wouldn't believe it. Because I was with her that night. But I could no way convince Das about my dilemma.
What kind of stupid joke is happening? I wondered.
"You were talking with a girl from my office that night. You could tell a story about her."
"You mean, Meghna?"
"Yes. Meghna."
"What story?"
"A story of why you needed a pill in the morning..."
He looked at me hopefully.
"No. Because, one, she's a colleague of Meera. Two, why would I take the pill from Meera's purse?"
I reasoned.

"Why can't we take it this way, one, she's just a colleague of Meera and she could lie about what she did on the Saturday night. Two, maybe it's Meghna who told you about the pill in Meera's purse. Let's suppose Meghna knew about the pill."
I looked down on him for his dumb ideas. He sensed it and improvised immediately.
"Okay, let's forget Meghna. It was someone else, only you know. You guys were in your home the whole night.. In the morning, you got the purse from me and went to your house with breakfast for your friend. She checked the purse for it's style, like it's as wonderful purse, and when she found the pill, you suggested her to take it immediately. Remember, yesterday was Sunday and the chances of finding a pharmacist was tough."
"Wow! What a story!"
I said and mocked a clap.
Obviously I knew it would fall flat when I tell this to Meera. But I damn wanted to tell her this same story. Word by word. You all know why, don't you?
"Will this work?"

"So you want to make me a womaniser in front of your girlfriend, huh?"
"I hope you won't mind. Women respect womanisers."
I laughed, though I agreed with him.
"So when do I have to tell this story to her?"
"If she tries to ask you, possibly when I'll bring her to your house next time."
"Mmm... You want to have all the fun, huh? I'm gonna charge you from next time."
"You surely deserve more, I know. But I envy you, dude. Single, living alone in a beautiful house. If I were you, I'd sleep with a new women every weekend! Tell me one thing, when was the last time you had a go at it with a woman?"

When was that? I didn't want to mention previous Saturday. It'd complicate everything.

"Not in the recent past. It's a few months ago."
"Months ago? Oh no! You're wasting your best time!"
"Well I guess the fun can start when you cross forty..."
"Hahaha! That's for me! Cheers for that, dear!"
He toasted his glass to me.

A deal was set that night.
I would help him keep my wife. I would lie to her that he is saint. I would let him bring her to my house again. I would let him fuck her in my bedroom. I would lie to my wife that I that I bedded a woman for whom I had to steal a pill from her purse.
In return I would get to tell her a story.
I was so relieved that the forth pill I had noticed missing from her purse wasn't actually used by her. I felt happy.
I don't know what I was hoping for. But I felt like there's something in waiting for me.
And I waited for that day.
Tuesday it didn't happen.
Wednesday too, it didn't happen.

By the evening of Thursday, I lost patience. I dialed Das' mobile.
It rang for longer than usual, almost forcing me give up. Then he picked up.
"Mr. Menon! Where are... hello... What's up Mr. Menon? Are you home?"
He was more puzzled than me.
"Hi Mr. Das. I am fine. How you doing, whats up there?
"uh..are you home, Mr. Menon?"
He had a question with an intention. I smelled something.
"I am home. What are you planning, dear?"
I asked slowly.
"Can we come over?"
I could literally feel his arousal from his voice.
The man was bloody dying to fuck my wife. My throat felt choked.

I had to say something.
“Yeah... why not!”
I blurted out.
“Okay dude... we’re there in one hour...”
He said happily and cut the call.
I fell on the couch breathing heavily. I was sitting in my living room. From there I could see the bedroom door. I felt it’s laughing at me. Half open, half closed, it would open for once in one hour, and then it would close and would remain so for one hour.
I don’t care.
I thought.
Do you care?
I asked.
“No.”
I said and stood up.
I walked inside my bedroom and looked at the wrinkled bed sheet.
It wasn’t looking any good. I quickly replaced it with a clean one. Then I watched from a distance. In this very bed, I had Meera suck my dick a few days ago. She shook my dick. I had jerked it and shot my load on her breasts.
I visualized her face again. Today she would once again become someone else’s. She would surrender to her new man.

By the time Das drove in with Meera, I was hard like hell.
“Come in guys...”
I welcomed them with a smile. I shook hands with Das to create another with Meera.
She tried to evade my eyes, but I caught her hand. It was soft. Even softer than what I had around my dick on Saturday.
“How are you Meera?”
I asked.
“I am good. How are you?”
She asked and gently pulled her hand from my grip. Her voice was low. She would start moaning in that voice. I thought and my dick made a self jerk.

I brought myself serving the couple with some soft drinks.
“I was wondering if we could dine together tonight.”
Das said.
“That’s a good idea. Where are you planning?”
I didn’t really think it was a good idea. I was expecting him to take Meera to my bedroom. I wanted to hear her moan.
I wanted them to make love.
I wanted to hear them.
I was pathetic.
“We’ll have dinner delivered here only. I have promised Meera that I wouldn’t drop her home starving like last time.”
Das said and looked at Meera lovingly.
She didn’t really bother to acknowledge. I could see she was already in another world. She was a woman anticipating the pleasure of being fucked by a man in front of her husband.
She was anticipating Das taking her to bedroom, away from me. I could see it.
“Okay that’s cool.”
I said to Das.
“I will order the food myself, leave it to me.”
Das declared.
I nodded in agreement.

He got up from the couch.
“Can I use your washroom, Mr. Menon?”
“What’s the formality, feel yourself home.”
I said.

He quickly disappeared to the washroom and I sensed an opportunity. I grabbed the empty glass from Meera's hand and placed it on the center table.
“I'm really happy to see you again Meera. Unfortunately this is the only way to do it, isn't it?”
I asked and sat on the couch, right next to her. I touched her left hand slowly.
"Are you trying to trap me again, Krish?"
She turned her face completely to me.
Her lips, red, soft lips. Oh!

In a moment, I leaned forward and kissed her. A really quick one, but felt the real feel of her lips and her mouth. She pushed me away successfully. But when I left, I felt I hadn't had enough.
"What the hell are you doing?"
She asked. But her face looked far from angry.

She was merely surprised, and it made her even more beautiful. Her lack of anger was definitely a welcome change for me.
I glanced at the door of washroom and kissed her again. This time, of course, I had grabbed enough power to not let her push me back, and kissed her deep and long. I sucked her lips and tongue together. I felt her warm saliva. Her lips were softer than I ever known. She was a wonder. Between her struggles to get rid of me, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she had to part her lips. I had my hands around her neck as well as head, locking her to my thirsty love assault. By the time I let her go, I felt she was letting me do it.
It was lovely.

How foolish I was.

"Don't do this Krish...."
Meera panted.
"I still love you Meera."
I whispered.
"You're crazy insane..."
She gave me a blank look.
"And an idiot."
She added and looked at the washroom door before continuing.
"In the parking lot of our office, he had made me suck him..."
Now I felt my throat drying up.
I felt a sudden blow behind my head.
"I was sucking him in his car, that's when you called and we're coming from there straightway..."
"You haven't washed your mouth?"
I managed to ask.
"No."
She shook her head sideways.
Her lips. Soft and red lips were going up and down on his dick an hour ago, and I had just sucked those lips like a lollipop. I felt a strange taste growing inside my mouth.
What was it?
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