Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

"Shit!"
I blurted out in disgust.
We both stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds.
"How can you be so..."
I paused, struggled to find a suitable word.
"Nasty?"
She had a name for it. I nodded.
"I always thought it's nasty, you know that. But men have a liking for it. I gave you one last week. Did you forgot it?"
"That's okay. But you should have washed your mouth."

Did I just say it's okay?

She kept staring at me. I felt shy. I scratched behind my head. I saw a small smile forming around her lips.
"Did he... Did he..cum in your mouth?"
I managed to ask. That was my last option for a solace.
"No."
She said and smiled fully, without showing her teeth. I sighed.
"No, he didn't cum in my mouth."
She repeated.
"That feels better."
"But how do I know you were gonna kiss me like this! You pervert, you deserved it!"
She pushed me away and got up.

"Yes, with a kiss I became a pervert to you..."

I heard the sound of Das opening the door from washroom, denying me any further chance to communicate with her. Meera stood away from me looking at a wall painting, as if observing it.
"It's nice."
She said and looked at me once, before turning to Das.

"I have used your towel once, Mr. Menon."
Das said.

"It's okay Das."
I replied.
You have owned my wife, what's in a bloody towel?
"You wanna use washroom?"
He ignored what I said and spoke to Meera. He held her hand and had all of her attention.
"No. What for?"
"Good."
He replied and looked at me.

"I'm too old to own this beauty, ain't I, Mr. Menon?"
He asked me pulling Meera into his arms. It was nothing new to my eyes, still I felt my heartbeats on a rise.
"You look younger than last week, Mr. Das."
I said. He enjoyed it.
"Really, my lady?"
He pulled her closer and breathed into her face.
She began to smile, and he kissed her, like a surprise.
This time there was no pushing, no fighting, no drama but submission. He had his right hand behind her head, and I saw another slowly crawling inside her side cut kurti, groping her butt. She was locked by his arms and lips, and I found myself unable to move. He opened and closed his mouth around her lips, making it obvious to me how passionately he was kissing.

My dick began to throb again, watching them. I had those lips in my mouth a few seconds ago. I felt a relief as well as a secret pleasure.
I let out a sigh, as they finally parted.
Meera took a deep breath and looked at him adorably.
"You shameless, you know you almost killed me.."
"Huh! But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
He leaned to kiss her again, but she pulled away from him.
"Not here. Your friend is watching."
"He's my best friend. Let him too have some fun."
Das laughed, and turned to me.
"Dear, can we go to your room? She deserves no more waiting. Let me give her what she truly deserves."
Das said to me, and walked her to my room. I watched his right hand starting to fondle her bum over her kurti as they walked.
I tried hard not to swallow the strange taste that still remained in my lips.
He turned back to me at the door.
"Do you have condoms here, buddy?"

That was the most bizarre question I had ever faced in my life. I was being asked for condoms by a man to fuck my own wife while she was standing next to him.
Even she was so embarrassed that she pulled his shirt.
"Das! Das!"
But she was far from angry. I remember.
"Yes. You can find it in the drawer."
I had to force my words out.
"Thanks dear."
Das nodded and turned away. He held his arms around her again and disappeared into the room, closing the door.

The distance was shrinking narrower. The image of myself as a man and a husband was being demolished in my own mind. I started wondering what I was. I was being accustomed to a new world where the feeling of shame didn't probably exist. Even if it existed, it had no value. I didn't fear it anymore.
I shamelessly walked to the door and tried to listen what they were upto. I stood very close, trying to hold my breath.

"You're nothing I've ever thought of. How can you ask him so openly?"
I heard Meera questioning him.
"You're so shameless."
Apparently she believed she was in another world. She dared to call someone else shameless!
"You can call me anything you want now, honey..."
I heard his giggle.
"And why did you need condom today? I've got my pills."

The Pills! I thought the pills could be a topic soon.

Well I was wrong.
He left no option for digging.
"Turn around, dear. Yes, like this, here... This has been so enticing to me..."
"No... No..."
"You never say no to me, my dear... I'm here to love you..."
"You're mad."
"I know you like me that way. Now, where's the drawer?"
I heard him opening the wooden drawer and closing it. He must have had the packet.
"Don't even think about it. I will scream louder and Krish will hear me..."
"Let him listen. He's my closest friend. He won't mind it; and actually I'm very excited about him being there.."
"What!"
Meera sounded as surprised as me.
"Someone's witnessing our adventures... Aren't you excited?"
"Is this your adventure?"
"It's going to be. Let me take this dress off you.. Lemme see you again, my darling! You won't believe how hard I'm now."
"I've seen it an hour ago."
I heard the sounds of her kurti being taken off her. I wiped my face with my hand. I imagined her breasts, decorated with a beautiful delicate bra. The heat inside that room was making me sweat outside.

"Wow. When will you stop looking so gorgeous? You make me mad...uhhh!"
He was showering her with compliments.
I bet she deserved it all.
"I love these curves honey... Come to me...."
I heard kisses. Wet kisses. And words that I couldn't figure out.

I imagined his lips on her lips. He would be sucking them, pulling them into his mouth. He would chew on them. The same lips I was kissing madly with my lips. I thought.
Them suddenly I remembered her words.
A picture of her lips going down on his dick flushed in my mind. A big, hard, wet, dirty piece of meat, going in and out of her beautiful, tender lips.
I again felt a strange taste in my lips, though less intense. I swallowed it once.
No, you don't have to feel any shame.
I said myself.

"You know what, when I see you around in my office, I often wonder whether I can ever have you in my office like this..."
Das had finished his kiss.
"Like this?"
"Not exactly; actually, even without this... Let me unhook your..."
I knew he was talking about her bra.
"Crazy you, boss."
I heard a giggle from my wife.
"I want you equally crazy today."
"In your dreams."
"This is lovely. Look at you! I don't know what your stupid husband was looking for that made him cheat on you! What was his name afterall?"
I heard him laugh. Laughing at me. I deserved it.

"Don't bring him now. I'm in good mood."
Did she really mean it? I wondered.

"You have the most beautiful teats honey. Look at these. Sticking out and so soft..."
"Ouch! Slowly! Your bites are already there... Everywhere..."
"You like it hard....mmm...I know honey.
"Mmm.."
"But I don't want these marks... You're ruining me."
She complained.
"Lemme heal it by my tongue."
"Mmm.... Please..."
I heard her moaning with pleasure. He must be licking her teats. He would be licking them all over and sucking on the light brown nipples. I bit my lips as I pictured her naked breasts from my memory.
My wife was again becoming my dream girl. I wanted to see her. Just a glance at her beautiful face would satisfy my thirst.
But there was no way. The door was closed and gave me no chance to peep.
I heard more of their moans and then I heard them falling into the bed. Then I heard him claiming her jeans. He would feel her milky thighs with his hands, face, lips.
"No! Easy! Don't rip it... Pull it down slowly..."
That was how she saved her panty from being torn.

Soon I heard her crying out.
"Awww... Mmm... Awww..."
I was familiar with those moans.
He was eating her love hole. My wife's femininity.
"Awww... My... God!"
"Uhhh!"
"Why are you making me scream like this?"
"Aaah! Do it slowly!"
Her voice had turned horny.

"I'll be heard outside..."
Her voice was shivering.
"Let him hear you. Aren't you excited?"
Suddenly I was again their subject of banter.
"No. Please!"
"Don't lie. I can see it in your eyes. Here, look at me."
"You're crazy."
"Yes. I'm. Admit it now."
"Mmm... Yes!"
"Say you're excited."
"Shut up and eat me!"

I couldn't believe what he just made her confess. What magic was he performing at her? He kept doing that magic and she screamed even louder. She surely had an orgasm. I thought. But I was wrong again.

"Don't hit it honey."
I heard him say. She was breathing heavy. On the verge of crying.
"You're killing me... Finish it Das... Make me cum... Please...."
She panted.
"I love your screams. Keep it up honey. It makes us crazy over you..."
"Us? No!"
"Yes, us! Me and Mr. Menon."
"What? Das!"
"He'll be really crazy to hear you cry, won't he?"
"You're so shameless. I don't know how I fell for you."
"You think I'm crazy? You know he really enjoyed when I told him how I bent you over my desk."
There was a pause from Meera's side. Even I forgot to breath.
"What did he say?"
She asked.
"I'm sure he must have masturbated when I left."

I couldn't believe he was talking about me like this. Where is he taking this all? I wondered.
Nevertheless, I wanted them keep talking. It was exciting me, somehow.
"Shut up. How can you speak so low about your friend?"
Meera strangely defended me.
"There's nothing low in this. Men do that. I mean lonely men."
"How do you know he's lonely?"

I was sure she was defending for the sake of opposing him. She knew I'm lonely.
Except for her memories.

"Haven't you noticed how he strips you with his eyes?

What? Did he just say what I've just heard?
My jaw was dropped on the floor.

"What? You're making things up now!"
"No. In the Sunshine gardens, after our wonderful first time, do you remember when you walked towards the restroom from the hall, where I and he were sitting? You know he was watching your ass like the horniest man I've ever seen."

That was the biggest and cruelest lie I had ever heard anyone making of me.

Das! I was a dead man that day. You took my wife for a discussion and fucked her brutally for forty minutes. And you're accusing me of being horny at her? Why are you doing this to me Mr. Das?
I gritted my teeth.
I wanted to push open the door and scream at his face.
I breathed despair.

"Really? Did he?"
Meera sounded highly excited at his lies. She would have believed it all. It was easy to believe it.
A horrible joke was again being played at me.

“Yes. But I won't blame him. Your ass is a wonder. Come on. Show me.”
I heard Das making his wish.
She would obey. She would stand on all fours and put her bottom on display to him.
I heard a light slap, presumably on her ass cheek, making that obvious.

“Yes. This is my dream. I want this honey. Do I have it?”
I heard Meera giggle in reply. Then I heard some more sounds that kept me intrigued.
“Oh no. What are...? You! Are you serious? “
“Come on babe. It'll be fun...”
“No... It'll be painful...”
“There's no such thing... You’ll enjoy it...”
Then I heard a cry from her. It took me no time to grasp what was going on.
“No. Nooo! “
“Just hold on, just a moment, then it'll be all good... “
“Ahhhh...”
“Don't be scared...”
“Oh my God! Aaah...”
“Just a second honey...”
“Ohhhh... ahhhh...”
It went on.

The bastard was sticking his dick into her ass. Stretching it. I had probably never seen that hole clearly in my whole life. He was stretching it.

If I had a condom, I would have stuffed her ass with my dick.
He had told me. And I had provided him a condom. I was more stupid than I thought. I was.
Meera cried incessantly as he slowly made his way into where he intended, I couldn't imagine how deep. Then he began to pound her; she cried in a pattern that suggested me how he was going in and out. With every push, she let out a painful shriek.

“Just like that. Yes. It's just the beginning honey, and then you'll like it.”
I heard Das. Bastard.
He was not completely true. Her cries got lighter but never ceased as he started going faster. He grunted with each thrust and her voice only got weaker.
“Oh my gosh.. You’re killing me...I can't... huh... eee....”
“You can do it babe... You're mine... I'm all yours... Just say yes... “
I noticed how he struggled to talk properly.
“Huhh...Hess... Yes....”
He pumped deeper and deeper; and then a one moment I felt she gave in. Her cries sounded more like moans.
“Yes... Yes... Mmm....”
Das was breathing heavier than her now. He went faster and faster, and let out a loud grunt, like an animal, announcing his ejaculation. Probably filling the rubber.
“Oh my God. My babe... That was awesome... You're so awesome... I love you...”
I heard him blurt. Bastard.

My phone rang in that moment. From my pocket. Shocked, I quickly moved away from the door, but I was sure the damage was already done. They would've guessed I was standing very close to that door.
I felt hell falling upon me, in a moment.
The erection I was unintentionally carrying in my pants fell unconscious. Humiliation of getting caught crippled me, though I pulled out my phone and silenced it.

I knew I was caught spying them.
Spying my friend with his girlfriend.
Spying my wife with her boyfriend.
Spying a couple in their room.

I knew I was in for another low in my life.
Whatever he had accused of me would now be easily proved.

The phone call that spoiled everything was from Ananya. Next time when she show up begging me to fuck her, I would stuff my dick in her ass. She too has one fine, round, plump ass. I gritted my teeth.

I answered the call while making my way to the kitchen.

She said she had some crucial information about Meera. She wanted to meet me as well.
What was left there to speak about?
I wondered and smiled myself.

It is really amazing how we find reasons to smile even at the lowest point of our lives.

“Give me a clue about it right now, please.” I begged.
I wanted to finish the call very quickly.
“It's about her boss. I told you about Das. He's making her work on holidays...”
“What's wrong with that?”
I interrupted her in a hurry.
I wanted to stop talking but I had mouthed a big question.
I shouldn't have. She began eating into my brain.

“Come on you don't know a thing about these office games...”

I wanted to scream at her that now I know everything of it. But I just kept listening to whatever she had to say. My mind was thriving to go back to the hall. When the call was finally finished, I rushed to the hall. The door to the bedroom was still closed. I sat on the couch and expected them coming out with a demeaning look on their face.

What would I tell them when they confront me?

'You guys were talking about me, so...'
I said in my mind and it felt a satisfactory response.

But soon my thoughts were vanished as I heard more sounds of bed squeaks. It was heavier.
And Meera was louder.
I sleepwalked to the door.

“Huhhh... Das....aahh...”
She was moaning continuously.
She was in pleasure as he thrusted his manhood into her. My limp dick stood erect in no time and I didn't hesitate to pull it out. So sure of that they wouldn't come out unfinished, I held my dick and began shaking it frantically.

In my eyes, I saw my Meera lay on her back in the bed and Das pumping his dick into her, making the bed shake and Meera cry out his name.
“Aaahhh...aaahhh...aahh.. Das...”

My room. My bed. My bed sheet. My wife. His dick. I thought as I brought myself nearer to the heaven. Then I heard a scream. Meera cried one after another and his pumping kept on. I wasn't able to hold anymore. With a suppressed hiss, I shot my load which I blocked with my left hand.
“Oh my baby... My Meera...”
I cried silently as I forgot everything about me and enjoyed the pleasure of a perfect orgasm. My left palm was in a complete mess. When I came back to my senses I rushed to the washroom. I noticed the sounds being settled down in the room as well. He must have fulfilled her wants.

When I came back from restroom after ten minutes, I saw Das walking out of the room. He was staring at me and I felt it uneasy to face his eyes. I saw Meera behind him. Her gaze too, was glued on me.
I sat on the couch, like a culprit caught in the act.
I kept my eyes down.
“Mr. Menon.”
Das sat on the couch opposite to me. Meera sat with him.
“You were there, weren't you?”
He was damn straight.
“What...uh...Oh...”
I stammered. I forgot what I had practiced.
Meera had he eyes locked into me. I felt she had never looked at me this long in the recent past.

“I heard Meera crying very badly...”
I managed to say.
“Oh, that! I had told you the other day. We were trying it out. From behind her...”
He said with a mischievous smile.
Meera was embarrassed and pinched his cheek.
“You!”
“But she enjoyed it, didn't you honey?”
“No.”
She said with a smile. She had enjoyed it.
Wait, she had enjoyed it?
I just nodded as if I was blind.
“Didn't you hear anything else?”
“What else? You guys were bloody Chaos!”
I said.
“We were having a discussion on monsoon.” Meera said with a laugh.
She wasn't the woman who were crying so hard half an hour ago.
I wasn't probably laughing to her joke, Mr Das said.
“Come on friend. Don't feel bad that we caught you. It's your house. Your bedroom. Your bed. I know we were loud. It's nothing we can complain.”
I laughed this time.

Not because of what he said not for what he didn't say.
I imagined him say,
‘Your bedroom, your bed, your wife. I can't complain really.’
Das got up and shifted to my couch and poured a glass of water for himself, and finished it. He must be tired. I could easily make out why.

None talked after that. The silence was getting awkward.
Then I found both of them smiling.
More than Das' I found her smile disturbing to me. She had no right to laugh at me. But she was laughing at me, making me Furious.
Bitch. I thought momentarily.
"This is embarrassing."
Meera spoke after few minutes of silence.

"I can't sit here anymore. You guys have crossed all the limits..."
"We, who what?" Das interrupted.

I too was not sure whom she was blaming.

"You both!"
She pretended to be angry but she definitely looked cute.

When would she is stop being so cute?

"What have I done?"
Das argued.
She adjusted her posture once before answering,
"What have you not done? You're sweating, at least close your buttons!"
I looked at him and noticed two buttons of his shirt left open. And I felt he was still sweating inside.
"You are sweating, I am sweating and I think Mr. Menon is also sweating..."
Only Das laughed at her comment.
"That's not my mistake."

I merely sat silently. I was a dead duck.

"Of course it's your mistake. Let me find something to drink. We are leaving soon..."
So saying she stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"I am sorry Mr. Menon we'll plan our dinner another day."
Das said. I forced a smile.
"Its ok, she needs some rest."
"I too need rest I would say."
"Is it your first time, I mean... like this... uh... anal?"
I dared to ask.
"No, not the first time. But it was special. Perfect. You know I've been dreaming of it for long."
He winked at me.

I felt a sense of loss hearing how he had fulfilled his dream wish.
"Its ok Mr. Menon."
He lowered his voice.
"Don't feel bad for you. Actually I can see myself in you. Do remember the story about my friend and his girlfriend in the hotel room? It's a very tough situation, but if you accept it it's a very exciting one. Two persons, in their own world! Knowing that your best friend is watching you can be the ultimate turn-on. For them it was. Especially his girlfriend. She was like..."
His eyes shined as he relived someone's memories.
"Meera is equally excited, I can sense that. And what about me, you know I was just like you then, I had never wanked harder than that day..."
Das kept unearthing his secrets.

Though I felt his story had helped me ease my mind, the way he concluded it just ruined everything. He wanted to picture me as a peeping Tom. However, he was merely suggesting the truth. I was musterbating.
Getting caught masturbating was horrible than I thought. No matter how hard you try to feel better.

Well, time heals even that.

When Meera came back from kitchen, he got up and ready to leave. I shook hands with the him and then with Meera before waving them goodnight.

I thought it was the end of the day. But it wasn't.
My phone rang at 11 P.M.
It was Meera.​