Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

"Why do you want to see me fuck around, Krish? What kind of husband are you?"
Meera had questioned me an year ago, the day she had left my life. The day she found out I had slept with another woman.
I had learnt a lot since then, a lot of lessons to be precise, despite being clueless about the most important ones.
As I saw Meera's call on the phone, there was an obvious surge of thoughts and impressions in my mind on what could be the reason behind that late night call.

It was actually an opportunity. An opportunity to confront her, that how leaving me had helped her. I had a big question to ask.
But I never had the courage to do that. I could never ask her what kind of wife she was evolving into. She could happily spread her legs for a man and later smile at me. She could joke about it.
Wasn't she changing into what I had already become?
I could jerk off listening to her being fucked by her boyfriend. And they both claim to know that I do that. They don't even leave me a choice to deny.
If it wasn't evolution, then what was it?

To grow up is everybody's dream. Be comfortable in their own skin is a trait of maturity. And we have been growing up. A stare at the bed they were using to make love like animals would now make me hard in my pants. I could pick up the empty condom packet from the floor with my hand and cherish the pain and pleasure my wife might have been subjected with it by her boyfriend.
I had become a man beyond my own imaginations, and I was okay with that. Her question that I quoted above no more caused any kind of pain to me.

The moment I saw the phone call, I was actually hoping if I could talk about the missing morning-after pill. It was the opportunity that mattered to me at the moment. She must be asking about it and I would tell exactly what Das had told me. I thought.

But I was idiotically wrong.
Instead, Meera wanted to talk about Meghna.

"I can't digest why you've turned her down so easily. You've become so insecure that you can't even have a coffee with her."
She said.
"Why don't you just move on, for god's sake, Krish? I can never be yours again. You've seen it, I'm beyond the point of return. Can't you just realise what have I done with Das?"
"I don't mind it Meera, because I know you don't love him."
I said, trying to calm down myself.
"How many times I've told you I hate you, Krish?"
"I know you don't mean it..."
I said confidently.
"Ok whatever! It's again the old stupid..."
She paused a moment to swallow whatever she was saying.
"I don't know how can you be so stupid!"
"Call me anything you want, but don't think I will fall for Meghna."
She fell silent for few moments. I heard her breath. She was holding the phone so close to her face. I felt good and pressed my phone closer to my ears, as if to feel more of her breathing.
I never stop being desperate.

"You talk like you can't even think of another woman... What happened with Sheelu then?"

This was how I was brought back to the memories of Sheelu. Did she just mention Sheelu?
"What?"
"What made you slip it with the her?"
"It was more like sympathy I guess. I don't have another answer for that. She had bad intentions. I merely fell into her trap, you know that, don't you?"
She let out a sigh.
"You don't really have any problem if I sleep around, do you?"
We were talking finally. Yes.
"What do you think?"
"Don't bullshit me with your diplomatic questions. Tell me, do you mind it if I sleep with another man?"
"Almost no."
"Why almost?"
"Not with Sam."
"Sam?"
"Yes, Sam."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Because... because I know how he lusted after you. He had told me many things that I couldn't stand. That's why we fell apart, I fought with him over it..."
"What did he say?"
"Leave it now... He has apologized and we are good."
"So other than Sam all are ok?"
"You want all of them?"
She laughed lightly.
"No, no... I didn't mean that..."
"Then I am not getting your question."
She thought for a moment before continuing.
"I mean, I am worried. I am worried. If you don't mind me going around with someone and you don't really feel much about sleeping with any other women... how can such a relationship work? How can you... You know there is no meaning in being a husband and wife..."
"It took you more than one long year to ask me this bloody question!"
"Yes it took, but it's something that you should've understood an year ago..."
She reasoned.
"Meera, why do you think I don't regret what I did with Sheelu? I..."
"No... Krish, listen to me. Do you still think I left you because you slept once with Sheelu?"
She interrupted and I couldn't make out where she was heading to.
"Then... Then what else was it?"
"Tell me one thing, Krish. If sheelu hadn't come to me to claim her revenge, would you have confessed to me about it? And would you have stopped yourself from repeating it with her?"

She had asked the hell of a question.

I was a man.
I was a normal man who can find nothing wrong in lusting after any other woman. Sheelu, Ananya, Nikita, Sija or whoever. My defence was very low. If available, I would fuck them all. Even if I had a the comfort of a beautiful wife like Meera.

Now I could clearly see why I failed.
"Krish."
I heard her voice.
"Are you there?"
"Yes..."
"Then tell me..."
"Meera I don't think I can do such things and hide it from you. I would have confessed it in a few days."
I lied.
I had slept with Ananya and kept it a secret. I would never confess it. I believed.

"I knew you would say this Krish."
Her voice was calm.
"You are never sure about you. You will sleep with other women and then you will confess it to me because you have the comfort of truth that I have already compromised. There was no way I could believe you then."
She threw her conclusion.
I had lost the debate if there was one.

"What about now? Can't you believe me?"
"It doesn't matter anymore. Good night Krish."
She had finished her side.
"Meera please listen..."
"What?"
"Why do you never let me ask you questions? You always run away from me..."
"What do you want to ask me?"
"What have we earned out of this separation? You've been alone for one and a half year... Do you have any idea where you are heading? One day everybody will know what you are doing with Das. Then you will get a name, surely it won't do any good to your future..."
"Krish! Do you want to stop me?"
"No. It's your choice."

I still have regrets for that 'no'. Why do I say things the way I say?

"See Krish.. You are still that old husband; you are happy to be cuckolded."
She had finally mentioned that word for me. Cuckold. My heart stopped.
My wife had just called me a cuckold.

"You are always happy to see me with other men."
She continued hitting the nail on my forehead. I had started bleeding.
"But, but we both are in the same game, ain't we Meera?"
I managed to ask.
"You are also fine to tease me showing off your men to me..."
"What are you suggesting? What are you saying Krish?"
"Why do you always come to my house? You never let him in your house or anywhere else.. or hotels. You want to do it in my presence only. You want me to watch. You are driving pleasure from it, ain't you? You want me to masturbate because you want to make sure that I have enjoyed!"

I spoke my mind like I never did in my life. Things I had always been scared to ask. I was still bleeding. I wanted to get even and make her accept my conclusions.
"Oh really, so this is what you think, huh?"
Meera was furious.
I immediately felt I said wrong things.
"Next time I am not coming to your house for sure."
She said.

"Come on I didn't mean that..."
I was on the back foot immediately.
"Das had asked me to work on this Saturday. He wants me in a saree. You know why. He is gonna take me into his cabin. I don't need you to watch it to enjoy that Krish. Good night!"
She said and hung up the call before I could say anything.

“This is madness! This is bullshit!”
I yelled myself and pulled a pillow from the bed. I squeezed it as if to choke it to death.

Meera had mistaken my confrontation as a challenge. I was clearly lagging behind to what was happening in my life.

“No. This is not good.”
I threw the pillow away. It flew and fell at one of the corner of the room.

My heart was beating hard. I tried to believe it was because of the stupid struggle with the pillow, not with Meera's attitude.
Meera had had sex with many men at many places in the past. I had enjoyed or at least born most of them in one way or the other.
But this was going to be painful. Meera was doing it to prove a word with me.
She was making a statement that not only she can sleep with another man but also she can deny my pleasure she was giving me passively.
She was taking away what was the only solace in my life.

She was ditching me.

It would hurt. I thought.
It would hurt. I melted.

Saturday was just a day away.
Just 24 hours away.
On Saturday I would stay at home having nothing to do while Meera would go to her office in pretence of the overtime work.
And that too, in a saree. She would wear a saree and would look absolutely stunning in her best. When Das pull her to him she would show no resistance. She would stand in complete submission because she got a point to prove to her husband. She would let Mr. Das rub his dick behind her ass. And she would let him take the advantage of her saree to fondle her breast over her blouse from both sides.
He would press his lips on her bare shoulder and lick behind her neck. He would breathe into her glowing skin. He would thank her,
'I thought you wouldn't come. I thought you'd never accept my request. I love you for you have respected my wish honey.'
She would blush.
'I am not fulfilling your wish Das. I am just teaching my poor cuckold husband one lesson; one simple lesson that I don't need him anymore.'
She would say in her mind.

"No!"
I yelled again.
"You're not going to do this to me!"
I picked up my phone and dialled her name.
I was going to tell her the truth about the pill. I wanted to tell her it was Das who had her pill after fucking his family friend. I wanted to tell how he had slept behind her back. If she thought I had cheated on her, then she must know that her fucking boyfriend wasn't a saint.
I kept thinking and waited for the ring.

It rang a few times, until cut by her.

I redialled and heard the ring again, once, and then heard the phone being switched off.
I threw the phone away. It flew through the air and I heard it breaking down into pieces as I closed my eyes.
I felled myself into the bed and the breathed, desperate to catch some air.
I was losing grip over my life, once again.
I felt I was brought back to those days when she had left me. Back to zero.

She wasn't letting me talk to her!
I lay semi-conscious in my bed for some time before waking up with a single aim.
Booze.
I needed to drink. I rushed to the kitchen in search of my OC. Two rounds helped me touch my feet back on the ground. On the third round, I cracked an idea.

I should message her. She would read it in the morning and if she cares, she would call me.
But what if she shows the message to Das when she confronts him?
I had a rethought.
There was no need to hurt him. I could send a diplomatic message to her.
Like this,
'Okay, that pill was not used by Das. It was used by me; I had a friend to spend the night with me immediately after Das' party and I borrowed one from your purse for her in the morning. I am sorry.'

It should work; I seriously thought.
I finished my glass and walked to the room only to find the phone in many pieces. I tried to assemble it, unsuccessfully. I decided to send it in the morning.

I slept even late that night.

In the morning I went to a nearby shop to get my phone repaired. The guy there demanded two days to repair it. I had no choice; however, I purchased a new phone and inserted my SIM card but all my contacts were saved in the broken mobile phone and were lost.
I didn't have Meera's number.
Whose number do you remember, stupid?

I remembered Sam's number. I had known it for years. He would give me her number.

I called him and I heard a woman's voice.
“Hello Krish! What's up?”
Ananya.
“Hi Ananya. Where's Sam?”
“He's taking morning shower. We can talk.”
She lowered her voice dramatically to sound surreptitious. She was trying to be funny. I suddenly had an idea. I changed my plans.
“I want to talk about Meera, Ananya.”
“With Sam?”
“No, with you...”
“Then call on my number. Are you scared to call me directly?”
“No...”
“You know, if you pretend too much innocence, you will get caught very soon.”
“No, come on...”
I was getting irritated.
“I don't have your number, my phone is damaged.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Yes. Can we speak in this number or do I have to call yours?”
“No. This one is ok; but are you sure, still you want to discuss about Meera?”
“Yes, still Meera.”
“Ok. May I visit you tomorrow? We can discuss much more.”

The bitch was always ready. And she looks more innocent than Meera. Sam should ditch her. I thought momentarily.

Or is it that Sam was also like me?

“You're always on, huh?”
“Only with you. You are the most eligible single available for a fling.”
“That is a bloody insult.”
“No. It was a compliment.”
“Whatever. I need your help, Ananya.”
“Shall I come tomorrow? I am free...”
“If you are free that's very good. You can surely help me. You know you were right about Meera, I think. She is working on holiday again, with Mr. Das, tomorrow. And she is wearing a saree tomorrow for him.”
“What? A saree?”
“Yes, she is going to wear it because he wished to see her in a saree...”
“That's too much a wish. Who wears a saree to one's office on a Saturday? Nobody does that, Krish. She must be teasing you.”
Ananya reasoned.
“I am not feeling good, Ananya. Can you stop her going to work tomorrow?”
“You want me to get her away from that guy, huh? All the talk we had in the past, you've forgotten everything! Okay, no big deal but let me first confirm it's true. Let me talk to her.”

She was about to hang up. I stopped her.
“Wait. What are you going to tell her? You can't tell her how you knew...”
“Oh no! You guys and your play-games! Grow up guys, for your own sake!”
She said in a tired voice.

We have grown up too much dear. I said in my mind.

“I don't want you talk about what she is gonna wear tomorrow. I want you to stop her from going to work tomorrow. That's it.”
“Ok, give me an idea then. ”
“You're free tomorrow, right? You can ask her accompany you to somewhere.”
“Where?”
“Wherever she can say no.”
“Shopping?”
“Maybe. But she must come. ”
“See will surely come. You have no idea how many times I've gone with her.”
“What if she suggests you to go shopping in the evening?”
“No chance. It's my damn choice when to shop. Let’s say I have a date tomorrow night, haha...”
She made me wonder if she had forgotten the existence of her husband.
“That's good. Thanks Ananya.”
“I don’t need your thanks, dear. I will visit you one day, very soon. And I will make you forget Meera one more time. You be ready to open the door like you did last time.”
She whispered.
“Sam hasn’t finished his bath yet?”
I inquired.
“He takes very long showers. He won’t come out any soon.”

I wondered if he’s also masturbating in shower.

“Then you go and join him... bye.”
“He is not that romantic. What to do?”
“Oh that's very sad. “

I wanted to hang up the phone but I didn't want to do it in an unfriendly way. Not today. I thought.

“You have nice ideas dear. Have you ever done this to Meera?”
Ananya was too much interested in whatever I said.
“In the shower? Yes, a couple of times. It’s fun.”
“Mmm... I am not surprised. I know now why you miss your girl this much.”
“You better remember it and please don’t spoil my plans...”
“I have had dreams about it you know, but unfortunately...”
“Really?”
“ How about me and you together in a shower, completely the nude... “
“Oh no... I am in the middle of the street, dear, I should quit.”
“Ok but we’ll soon have one good shower. It will be fun. Wow.”
“Bye. Don’t forget about Meera and call me when you get anything.”
She said okay and hung up. I let out a sigh and grinned.

What a woman. Sam must be very bad in bed for her. I thought.

Or is it that I was too good for her? I wondered later. She loved to be fucked by me. She wanted to spread her legs for me and lock me between them. The more I thought about it the more I became hard in my pants.
I felt I needed to get a shower ASAP.

By noon I had Ananya’s call.
“There’s nothing like you feared. She’s not working tomorrow. “
She said.

I was puzzled. Suddenly I felt blank, for something I was chasing no more existed.
She was just teasing me? To make me worry about it?

“She must have teased you. Anyways, I have asked her to come with me for shopping. And it's on you.”
“What?”
“This shopping is for you so whatever we spend, you should sponsor.”
“Oh, ok. Wish you all the best for your shopping. “
I said blatantly. However, I was relieved. So there was no saree. No fondling. No bending. No damn fucking in office this Saturday. I thought.

“After the shopping I will be very tired you know?”
Ananya was still there.
“Uh-huh?”
“I will need a shower. Are you ready?”

This woman never stops chasing me.
A young hot married woman in her better side of thirties, wearing right amount of plumpness in all the right areas, with a fair, glowing skin and a gorgeous smile, was chasing a single man whose only active part of body was his dick. It was not a common scenario. I didn't posses any great power to resist her charm.

"I’m ready for anything, baby." I said.

And she showed up at my door exactly at 3 o'clock on Saturday.
She had some meaty bags in her both hands as proof of the heavy shopping she had done with Meera. I was happy to see those bags.
“Where did you drop Meera?”
I asked as I bolted the front door.
“At her home, safe and sound. Happy now?”
“Thanks dear.”
I said.
She threw her bags on the couch and hugged me tight.
“Just thanks? No, it won’t do. “
She said and kissed me.

I couldn’t stop my arms wrapping around her, and open my lips to welcome her kiss.

Little did I know, at the moment that my wife was just walking into her office - an empty office except for a cabin in which a man was impatiently waiting for her.
And she was wearing a saree.

“It was very hot outside. See, how I'm sweating inside?”
Ananya complained.

She was still breathing hard to recover from the long kiss we had. I had the warmth of her soft lips and tongue sucked into my mouth. I had my hands behind her head, holding her face firmly into me, and had forced her moan 'mmm...mmm' towards the end of the kiss.

Still, when I finished it, she attempted no retreat and was actually pushing her lips more into me. Her eyes were screaming ecstasy.
“You must be tired. I'll bring you some juice.”
I began to walk into the kitchen.
“No, I don't want any juice.”
She touched my forearm, making me stop and stare at her.
“You don't want any juice?”
I asked with a mischievous smile.
She pulled her chin up and slightly pouted her lips.
“Of course, I want yours, handsome!”
She winked at me. Her voice was carrying enough affection to turn me on instantly.
I slowly pulled her close to me and wrapped my right hand around her over her light shade kurti.
“You'll soon have mine, Ananya.”
I was surprised at my own lecherousness.

Oh God. I thought.
I was no more in control.

In fact, I didn't mean to attempt to control myself. It had always been like that with Ananya. From the very first of our highly irregular flings, she was always the one who initiated it. But I can't say myself was ever victim.

I was partner in crime. I was equally sinful.
"I can't wait for that...mmm... But I want to have a shower first...”

She had clear plans.
“Shower? At this time?”
“No? Are you wanna enjoy my sweat?”
She had the cutest smile as she asked shyly and I laughed at her.
“Okay. And I've already have mine. But I won't mind another one.”
I said and swept her legs to fell her in my arms.
“Oh my God, seriously?”
She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Yes. Seriously.”
I carried her to the washroom and pushed open its door.
“You've saved my wife from a crocodile. I should give you a shower, shouldn't I? A nice one...”
Her eyes remained on my face as I let her stand under the shower-head. I smiled at her.
“What?”
“Uh... Are you gonna open the shower?”
“What do you think?”
“What about my clothes?”
“What's wrong with these? We'll get it washed and dried later.”
“Oh no! I want to wear it when I go home.”
“You can wear new clothes, can't you?”
I suggested.
“No. I will wear these only.”
She pulled on her kurti as to assert her choice.
“Okay... let me take it off you. I will keep it safe. And dry too.”
I urged her, holding firmly on her shoulders.
She smiled embarrassingly, like a first time offender. I felt she was remorseful.

“What?”
I wondered.
“You know...uh... I can't believe this....”
“What?”
“ I mean...You have never been so enthusiastic with me... Are you doing this because I saved Meera?”
“ This is certainly not the right way to thank you for that...I know...”
“Then what is it?”
“ I don't know... you hot hotter than usual.”
I tried to smile she didn't.
“What... What happened? Will you tell me?”
I could see something wrong in her behavior. I had seen it since she had showed up at my door but it was more apparent only at the moment.

“Every time I have to force you. I always needed to pull you to bed to get what I want from you... how many times... I mean, how many times I’ve fantasized you when I was with Sam. You know I've had sex with many men... But the kind of intimacy I had found in you was never there in any of them. You submit yourself into me. You let me own you completely when you are with me... You make me feel in love with you for the shortest time we spent together... I have always thought if I were married to you I would rather die than think of cheating on you...”

She kept her hands on my chest and played with my buttons as she spoke.
“Are you still forcing yourself to all this?”
Her voice was coming from her heart. I felt.
I was trying to figure out where she was heading to and her last question was straight forward.
“Uh... No. I don't...”
Then I stopped.

Did you really wanna do this Krish?
I heard an inner question. I stared at her.

"I don't know Ananya but I can say I had regrets over it in the past. Every time. ”

I looked sideways as I finished.
I took my hands off her shoulder and stepped away from her. She just watched me move away and her face was filled with sadness.
“Krish I want to make you free from that regret... and do what you want to do in your life. I don't really want to make you sad... But I don't know better way to say this...”
She was struggling.

Is she falling in love with me? I wondered for a fraction of a second.
How stupid I was.

"Meera doesn't deserve you Krish. And she doesn't deserve your regret over me.”
Ananya was observing me carefully. I made no sound as I kept staring at her.

“She has nothing to give you. She has lost it to him, you know, her boss. ”
She revealed the huge surprise for me.

I kept my eyes on the silly woman and leaned back to find support on the washbasin cabinet behind me. She interpreted my face too-stunned-to-react to put up a basic human emotion. In fact, there was none, except for the confusion on how much Ananya knew of it.

Ananya however had mistaken my blank face as calmness before storm.
“Sorry Krish but it’s true. She told me just today.”
She said and we both maintained silence for a few seconds over it.
“How?”
I finally asked.
“And when?”
“3 weeks ago, in her office...”
“In her office?”
“Mmm... On a Saturday...”
Her voice bore all the possible pain of revealing such a painful truth to an innocent soul.

I turned back and faced the large mirror on the wall. At that moment I felt at so much ease that I wondered how the hell I was acting so splendidly in front of her. I felt two hands crawling from either sides of my body and Ananya's face pressing behind my shoulders.

“I am sorry Krish. But it's true.”
“Okay...”
I spoke slowly and faced her.
“I know it is painful Krish but you should think straight. Almost two years since your separation... You've been trying to be faithful to her. If you're not then I am the only one responsible for it. If I wasn't there you would still be waiting for her. And then when you know about what happened to Meera, or what she did to you, you would have felt horrible.”
“So you are saying you have saved me from that, huh?”
I suddenly found myself angry.

I felt she was making use of my failure. Wasn’t she?

"No... I didn't mean that. Please. I meant to say you should know where you are. There is no reunion. If you stop expecting a reunion, you will feel no regret. You are a free man, Krish.”

She had a huge point. I could see the connection.

Logically I was free. I had no one to stop me if I slept around with every girl I could get.
I could go fuck Ananya, Sheelu, Meghna, Nikita or whoever I wanted. Ananya had put it up for me loud and clear.
I had no one to stop me.

But no one could wake a man pretending asleep.

I was there to stop me. I wanted myself in a cage and I wanted Meera hold the key of it. Meera was correct. I was a cuckold. A cuckold never leaves his wife. He can't. Like sun sets in the West, he tends to his wife, no matter where she rises in the morning.

But one thing suddenly popped up in my mind. When Meera had told her about the little fun she had with Sunny, Ananya had kept it secret from me. It's been months since she knew of it. But when she knew of my wife’s ultimate betrayal with Das, she almost ran to me to tell me all about it.

However, I could see that Ananya's sad face was genuine. She's not enjoying to betray her best friend’s secret. I was starting to feel some kind of fondness toward her.

I smiled at her.
“Okay I understand. I don’t blame Meera either, for what happened; she's just a woman. I tried but unfortunately I failed, I guess....”
I tried to speak.
“It's okay. You'll soon feel better.”
She said.
“I feel better now.”
“That's good. Thank God you're okay.”
“Thank God I knew of this at least now. But I don't understand. Why in their office, how could they do that?”
I was just trying to sound and seem genuine.
“Yeah that's really risky, but not impossible....I know.”
“You know...? How?”
I gave her a suspicious look.
“No, I haven't done anything like that. But I know. I just know. And Meera told me everything. And please don't be angry at me, I have even enjoyed it.”
“What?”
“I told you, don't be...”
“Fuck! You guys are sick!”
I pushed her away pretending anger.

But inside I wanted to hear more. Only thing that stopped me from letting her tell what Meera had told her was the fear of being caught aroused by it.
I started to walk away from her.

“Krish! Stop!”
She said.
“Please stop...”
I stared at her.
“What's now?”
“Stay with me.”
“What for? To watch you take shower?”
“No... to have a shower with me...”
“No. No... See you outside...”
I began to leave.
She quickly turned the shower-head on. Water began to pour over her head. Traces of vermilion from her hairline got washed away in it.

“Please come back to me. “
She begged. She wasn't smiling at all. She was stubborn. I stood there helplessly, watching the water from the top of her head flowing all the way through her body. Her clothes were soaked to the skin in a few seconds. Her curves were revealed, inch by inch. I saw traces of her bra and navel under her kurti.

“If you walk out, I will follow you and jump over you.”
She threatened. I smiled now, and looked down.
“You!”
I mumbled and slowly walked to her, walked under the shower with her, letting myself equally drenched. She hugged me tight.
“I love you.”
I looked straight into her eyes and she repeated.
“I love you Krish, and I mean it.”
“You mean it, okay! But what do you mean by it?”
“I meant what I said. What, can't I love two persons?”
“Two? “
“Mmm.... You and Sam.”
I laughed.
“Okay. It's a new system. Are you gonna marry me too?”
“Don't laugh at my love. I have got feelings for you.”
She had started to unbutton my shirt. I felt good. I liked her tender fingers working delicately on my chest.
One by one, she undid all of them and spread my shirt sideways to reveal my skin. She ran her fingers down my chest and stomach. I felt loved.
“You are a wonderful woman Ananya.”
I couldn't stop me say. She smiled.

Her cute face with water running down on that smile made a beautiful picture. I wanted to kiss her immediately.
There was no need to stop anything. I leaned slightly and kissed her. She was waiting for it. As I sucked her lips along with a mouthful of water, her hands hurried around my shoulder to pull my shirt off me. I too began to pull up her kurti and she helped me do it easily. Her milky white skin appeared even more flawless in the water as I carelessly tossed the sodden clothe aside. I watched water running through her hair to her shoulder and then over her breasts. She unhooked her bra and pulled its straps aside to let it fall on the floor. She was gorgeously well-shaped. A few of the small streams from her neck danced downward to her breasts, until gathered at her nipples, and then made their way down.
She kissed me again on my lips, lightly and then knelt in front of me. I watched in wonder as she worked her hands on my cargo half trousers. My dick jumped out soon and swung in the air blatantly.

“It's saying me hi, isn't it?”
She looked at me. Her eyes were cute.
“Welcome him, baby.”
I said.
Water that felled on my dick was making its head glow more than it deserved, until she had her fingers around it. I just moaned.
“Say you love me.”
She commanded, with the entire naughtiness in the world gathering at her eyes.
I bit my lips.
“You own me, baby.”
“No! Say you love me.”
“I love you.”
I surrendered and laughed.
She too laughed, albeit very short. Water kept pouring over her and was disturbing her, but we were definitely enjoying it. She leaned forward and kissed me. She was going to do it. I anticipated and my dick twitched under the confinement of her firm grip.

She must have sensed it. She simply ignored it and swallowed its head. I let out a slight moan that got lost in the water.
Soon I found her sucking me so possessively that made me believe what she meant when she said she loved me. And I loved the way she sucked me deep, deep into the back of her throat.
I turned the shower-head half close to let her suck me undisturbed. I watched her soft lips forming a perfect O and moving it back and forth to let my dick tease her tongue continuously. She had made a rhythm that carried me to the edge of the world I had almost forgotten. I felt like I would cum any moment soon. I didn't want this end so early. I stopped her.

“Let's go to the bed.”
I wasn't breathing, if I remember.
She looked up, and licked along the bottom of my dick.
“Ooohhh...”
I sighed.
“No, I want this here.”
She said and got up.
She was adamant and began unbuttoning her jeans. I tried to help her, though she did it all herself. I knelt in front of her and pulled it all down, though leaving her panty just above her thighs, revealing her flower right in front of my face. She was freshly shaved and beautiful. I pushed the tiny clothe as well, down to her feet and she pulled her legs from it and kicked I away quite unceremoniously.
She had offered me her completeness. Mesmerized with her everything, I pressed my face into her. Into the center of her.

She let her legs split apart and raised her right thigh over my shoulder. I had better access; and I kissed between her.
“Huh.”
She hissed. The water flowed through her belly was falling to my face. As I slurped her pussy I got the taste of the water, albeit sweeter than it’s supposed to be.
She leaned back and closed the tap and then lifted her right thigh comfortably to let me reach her in inner lips.
As I pushed my tongue inside and chewed on her lips she moaned my name.
“Oh my Krish... ”
“Ohhhh...my god... ”
“Oh yes... awww...”
She kept moaning and my tongue work grew harder only. She was slippery and I just wanted to lick her clean. The more I tried, the more she melted. I prodded deeper into her until I sensed her body quivering from within.
“Hsss... ahhh...huh...”
She grabbed and pulled my hair. It hurt, yet I made no attempt to stop her.
“Kreeesh...”

She cried and patted twice on my head to let me know what she was going through. I opened my mouth and sucked more into her hole. It was getting harder for her to bear. My tongue was dancing.
Suddenly there was more water. More wetness. I madly slurped it all. She struggled to bring her breath back into the normal. When I finally took my mouth away from her and looked up into her eyes she bent forward and my pinched on my cheeks lovingly.

“Krish... I love you so much Krish... “
She hugged me and almost made me fall on the floor. Well, we managed to sit on the floor, with our ass on the wet floor. We shared a laugh.
Then she kissed me again.
“I want you to fuck me now.”
She whispered.
“It’s my pleasure. You want it here or...”
“I want it here... you know how I want it?”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to bend me over the washbasin here and do it from behind me...”
My eyes grew wide she noticed it.
“I want it please... you know that's how Meera had given in to Das in their office... Over his desk...”
I was stunned. Actually I was amazed to see how my life was giving her life new meanings.
“She told you this?”
“Will you be angry?”
She has scared.
“No. Certainly not. If I'm angry too, that will be at her, not at you. But I am trying to move away from her. So tell me.”
She believed me.
“Ok. She told me how they had done it...”
“How they had done it? I mean, wasn’t there anybody?”
“No, it was a Saturday. Everybody had left everyone had left and Meera was the last one. He had called her into his cabin. Actually she knew he would be expecting her. But she hadn't thought that he would do it right there. ”

“He did force her?”
“No... It wasn't a bang. He kissed and hugged her... again kissed her all over her body... And then... You know. Then she was...”
“Yeah I got it. She gave in, right? And?”
“And then he made her... I mean he touched her between her legs. First over the clothes and then...”
I merely nodded my head.
“Are you sure you wanna hear it all?”
I nodded again.
“Every bit of it.”
“Okay... And then he made her touch his thing... And she touched...”
“She held him?”
“Mmm. She did, and she jerked him a few times. Then he asked her if she liked it.”
“She said yes?”

I immediately thought I shouldn’t have asked it.
“Yeah, she said that; and he then bent her over his desk and pulled down her... She was wearing a dress, so he just pulled down her panty...”
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