Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

I was on my feet in a second.

“What have you done?”
I almost screamed.
“I gave a reply she deserved.”
“What reply? This is your reply? Don’t you know the consequences?”
“Yeah I know but this was more important. She deserved it.”
Ananya was unfazed.
“That wasn’t good, Ananya.” I blurted.

Meera would now know of my affair with Ananya and she would now have one more reason to hate me. I thought. I had just had a dream of her. And it was so great while it lasted. It was destroyed unbelievably quickly. Even those dreams would now cease to happen in my lonely life. I feared.
And Meera would sure tell Mr. Das everything. He would know who I was. She would tell him what I was. She already has a name for me. Cuckold.
Would he enjoy hearing all that? Would he tease me and laugh at me when he sees me next time? I suddenly remembered Sam. And I quickly realized the thought of facing Sam was more dreaded than facing Mr. Das. I died a little when I thought of Meera telling Sam about this.

“What if Meera tells Sam about it?”
I couldn’t stop worrying.
“That will be foolish.”
Ananya said.
Her confidence amused me.
“She’ll have to tell about her deal with Das also. Then I can defend myself easily.”
“How?”
“I will say, like...”
She paused a moment to think before continuing.
“...Like I was just making up this to her to reply angrily, you know how we should play it out. I was here to tell you how she is cheating on you with her boss. Then you called her, to confront her, only to be answered her phone by Mr. Das, and the things he told you were unforgivable. You were angry so was I. That why, when she called you back I grabbed it and answered it. I just meant to give a tad reply for her gruesome act.”
Ananya laid out her plans.

It was quite relieving for me to hear. There was still hope.

There suddenly appeared an escape route for me; an undo button.
“We can project this same story to Meera too, can’t we?”

I was a stupid as well as desperate. Ananya looked down on me.

“Do you still want to make her feel better? What she did to you, what he said to you can’t be undone. Why do you want this to be undone?”
“We’re complicating things, Ananya. If we clear all the doubts from her, it will be safe for us...”
“Move on, Krish. That’s how you can get back your sleep...”
She suggested firmly.
I didn’t reply. I felt she was right.

We collected our clothes from the floor and the couch, and wore them. We visited washrooms too.

“I am really impressed. You are fearless.”
I said later.
“If you were fearless like me, you wouldn’t have lost Meera.”
She said. I stared at her.
“Don’t take me wrong. You are sweet actually. That’s why it hurts you the most, so much regret that you let her go. The fact is that she was the one moved away from you. It takes some tough and forced measures to stop someone like that.”
She preached. I merely nodded as if I understood everything she said.

I still had doubts.
“What if Sam ever finds out?”
“He will never know. You have to believe, if you want to live peacefully.”
She was cold.
“How?”
“Don’t worry, Krish. Because I think Meera won’t tell him anything in the first place. For that she will have to come up with hell of a back story to support her allegations. She has no proof other than my own statement. I can deny it easily, and she isn’t a fool.”
I now believed her. I chose to believe.
I shook my head. She smiled as she finished convincing me.

Right at the moment, the phone rang again.
This time, it was her phone. She checked it and turned it to me. Her smile had vanished and her face became pale.
“It’s Sam.”

She said.
I was speechless.
She took a long breath and attended the call.
“Hello...”
I just sat like a statue, staring at her. Blow after blow, I was being hammered by my destiny. I felt I had no moves but all the stakes in this game.

Sam’s call lasted only for two minutes.

Well, perhaps the whole world was corrupt. Unfaithful.
I don’t have anything else to justify how fortunate I felt at that moment. Sam wasn’t calling her to confront her. He had no idea about his wife’s escapades with his friend. He had no idea about her whereabouts either. He assumed she was home. And all fine.
He just wanted to inform her that he wouldn’t make it home for the night.
I let out a ling sigh of relief and lay back in the couch. Ananya smiled at me.
“See, there’s nothing to worry.”
“For now.”
“Believe me Krish. “
“I do believe you. I don’t have any choice.”
I said.
We were quite relaxed after that. I collected her clothes from the drier and she made tea for us.
“I’ve slept with you many times, but it is first time I am having tea made by you.”

I joked.
“You like it?”
“It’s very good.”
She was standing in the kitchen with her back against the side cabinets. And she was smiling at me.
“You seem to have something in your mind.”
I said.
“Yes. Do you have any idea?”
“No. And I think you should leave.”
“Are you getting bored of me? So early?”
“I can say I’m tired, but never bored.”
I pulled a plastic chair from the corner and sat on it, sipping the tea.
“By the way, I am worried about the things you told me about Sam... “
“Oh that... I just spoke my fantasies. You can leave it like that.”
“I thought they were real.”
“Well, I don’t certainly like the way he makes love to me. He doesn’t respect my feelings in the bed. Whether I like it or hate it is never his concern. Rest of all are okay especially the freedom he gives me. Well you don’t have to think so deep about us.”

“But next time you are gonna fantasize even more...”
“Maybe...”
She blushed.
“...Don’t you have fantasies?”

My fantasies. I sighed.

You better never know me.

“Mmm... There it is. Tell me.”
She kept her cup aside and walked up to me with her shining eyes.
“Why so hurry? You’ll know when it’s time.”
She kept her eyes on mine, and never let me look away.
“You know, I have a basic idea about what could be your fantasies...”
“That’s interesting. Tell me then...”
She giggled slightly, and bit her lips.
“Are you pretending to be innocent?”
I teased.
She pinched my cheek.
“OK. I think... you like to be... mmm... dominated, sometimes... I mean woman on top. “
I thought she was right.
“Is that it?”
“No. Of course not. There are more things attached to it. Can I sit in here?”
She eyed my thighs. I didn't believe in the strength of the plastic chair, but I didn't want to mention it. Girls hate everything that put blame on their body weight.
“Uh... I am not finished my tea.”
“I will finish it.”
She grabbed my cup and finished what was left at the bottom of it. In a second, the cup was on the side cabinet and she was on my lap, facing me. I leaned back on the chair carefully. I felt her warm breath on my face again.

“Is this one of your fantasies?”
I asked.
“Yes. You are ticking most of my list...”
She put her arms around my neck.
“You seem to have a long list...”
“I do. “
“Is there anything you think I can't fulfil?”
“Yes.”
“Really? What is it?”
“It’s a really stupid one. I don’t want to do it actually. But I like to fantasise.”
“Okay, I won’t force you. Tell me.”
“My biggest one is the craziest one also. I cannot tell you.”
“Why?”
“I am afraid it will piss you off...”
“Does it have anything to do with me?”
“No; not at all.”
“Then I wouldn’t mind. You can tell me. If it’s really crazy, well, I hope it is...”
“Are you gonna be up again?”
“Maybe...”
“You know I want to stay with you tonight. This is one night for us. I will own you completely. Tonight I am gonna make bed for you. And I am gonna lie down in your arms. We’ll kiss and cuddle the whole night; and a lot more than that...”
She snuggled more into me and rubbed her nose against my cheek. She was lovely. I turned my face slightly and planted a light kiss on her mouth.

“It’s dangerous, Ananya.”
“No, he’ll never know.”
“No, it’s not him. It’s us. We shouldn’t be so close.”
“Are you afraid of falling in love with me?”
“I don’t know.”
“You know you don’t have to love me. You just need to behave yourself to me, and I can see love in you. I can find bits of love in your touches, your eyes, breathing and every gesture, and I can be happy. All a woman need is subtle gestures, Krish, not blatant verbal declarations that she is loved.”
“Then why Meera left me?”
I asked.
“...Because she never understood your love; she might have wrong definition of love. That’s why she left you for silly reason.”
“The reason she quoted was silly; but there were enough reasons.”
“How long will you bleed for it, Krish?”

She didn't seem pissed off. She was talking with all the calmness in the world.
She touched around my face tenderly. I could see each and every bit of perfections and imperfections of her face, and I felt myself falling for them with each passing moment. She was winning me over.

“So are you gonna let me stay tonight?”
She asked.
“What are we gonna do?”
That’s how I relented.
“I want to spend more time with you; nice and real. I want to cook for you. I want to know your habits. Your likes. Your personal moments. I want to watch you when you are you. I want to make bed for you; I want to fall asleep in your arms. I want to wake up in your bed. I want to have morning kiss from you.”
She went on, until I realised how helpless I was.

Woman can be magic. Someone had told me. How true.
“Do you love me?”
My voice was soft as ever.
“Don’t ask. “
“Why?”
“We are talking with our heart. If I say the truth, you will take me seriously and complicate things.”
I got what she meant to say.
“If you keep talking like this, I will end up murdering my friend for his wife.”
“You have very bad fantasies.”
She ridiculed me.
“It’s not my fantasy; just pray it’s not my destiny as well.”
I said.
“Come on let’s go to the hall. Let’s go to the sofa.”
She suggested.
We walked into the hall and I played some music.
“We’ll have a drink, later. “
I said. She nodded.

Back in the couch I went back to her fantasy again.
“I am really curious.”
I confessed.
“It’s really crazy, and stupid; and cruel too. But it’s only in my mind. I don't want it happen in real life. But you know, when I... uh... you know, when I think about it, it becomes the biggest turn-on...like hell...”
She wasn’t really comfortable to talk it openly and it made her seem an absolute cute. I let her snuggle into me and wrapped my arms around her.
“We don't have to make all our fantasies true. Some should remain a fantasy. It’s best that way.”
I said, wondering what she had in her mind.
“This one is exactly that one. You know, it’s about...making love to someone else...in my house, in my bed; with someone else...”
“You already have that, with me, don't you remember?”
I interrupted. In my mind I had already rated her craziest fantasy as mediocre.
“No... Not like that... in my fantasy, I do it when Sam is watching.”

Right there she had dropped a bomb.
I wondered what is happening actually.
No matter how many varieties of mangoes you can find, one thing remains the same. The seed inside. You don’t know how they taste like, but you shall sure know they are all the same.

I had read in a recent article. It seemed stupid then. Then.

I had never thought about other people's fantasies.
I had never discussed with anyone about their or my fantasies before Ananya. I suddenly felt all the people in this world could be just like me. Everyone can have fantasies. Their dirty secrets. When one hears about another’s fantasy, he can't laugh at the latter; because he could have been nurturing a dirtier one.

Ananya was making me feel better, unintentionally.
“Oh my god. That’s really... you surely don’t wanna do it.”
I said for the sake of saying something with the flow of our conversation.
“It’s my cruelest fantasy. I don’t want that happen, ever.”
“What do you think his reaction would be like?”
“No, I don’t have him reacting to it. He just watches it. He is not forced to watch it.”
“Then what is in it for him?”
“My pleasure...”
“Your pleasure?”
I asked, pretending surprised, though I had a basic idea about what she meant.
“In my fantasy, I reserve the maximum fun, don’t I? So he watches me having fun. His joy is to see me completely satisfied by whoever I am with; like you.”
“It’s a really good fantasy.”
I said. And I meant it.

I suddenly thought of Meera in a couch, with Das on top of her. She was moaning in pleasure, as he humped into her in brutal force. I knew she would be completely satisfied.
And I knew I would be hard again.
“I am becoming hard again, down there, Ananya.”
I confessed. Her eyes sparkled again.
“I thought it would piss you off because it is very cruel from the husband’s point of view...”
“It’s cruel but it’s also the hell crazy.”
I decided to behave bold.
“You fantasy is to make love to, let‘s say me, when Sam is watching us, huh?”
I asked again.
“Yes.”
“You’ll sure get us killed.”
I said.
No, I thought instantly. I never killed my wife. She had had a sex with many guys right in front of my eyes. Well, at least in my presence; and she was left to live.

Liar. I thought myself.
“True.” Ananya said, “That’s what makes it so crazy. “

There was a small spark in what she had just said.
“What?”
“I mean he shouldn't like it. He shouldn't enjoy watching it.”
She said.
“What if he enjoys the show?”
“No that's not what I want in my fantasy. I instead see him not liking it, yet sitting there to see how far I would go, and expecting me to stop myself at some point. At first a kiss, then undressing, and then holding a man’s, yes yours... your this thing in my hand...“
She touched my dick as she spoke and I was helplessly hard. And I was not ashamed of it.
I put my hand inside my trousers and pulled it outside once again.

“Hold it... yes... “
Her eyes shone and she grabbed it instantly.
“He wouldn't like it for sure.”
I said. My dick throbbed in the confinement of her fingers.
“And he would want me to stop kissing it.”
Saying so, she bent forward and kissed me right where I wanted.

I moaned.
“Huh... are you gonna make him watch you suck it?”
“mmm...mmm...”
She didn't even look up once.

I felt my dick being treated with more warmness; more wetness. And she went down until it touched her throat. She held her lips tightly around it when she pulled it out, making me feel every drop of blood rushing through my veins to it.
I wanted to ask what else she’s gonna do with it. But I couldn’t. She had gone down again, to make me feel worthy. She grabbed its base when she looked up.

“Shall I go on?”
I didn't like her asking for permission. I felt she wasted a couple of seconds asking it.
“Please...”
I sniveled.
And I touched lightly on her shoulder to convey how much I wanted it. She instantly obliged and resumed to live her fantasy. I just sat there, immensely lost in the pleasure of being sucked by my friend’s wife in the imaginary presence of her husband. And the idea of him not liking it was just an icing on the cake.
“Oh...my...baby...”
I moaned. I must have had leaked too much precum, for the sounds of her suckling me was high.
Soon I was up in a place I couldn’t see anything; I didn't hear the music in the hall. And when I heard a distant sound of a car I chose to ignore it. I forgot Meera in that moment.

“Oh...uhhh... my baby....”
I moaned again.
“I am cumming...please let me cum...”
“Mmm...”
Ananya kept moving her head and the very next second I burst inside her mouth.
“Huhhh...huhhh...”
I hissed and I unintentionally grabbed around her neck, albeit with less force.
"Swallow me... baby... please..."
I moaned a I sensed her mouth will be filled with my juice. And she obeyed me. When she finally got up, she had nothing in her mouth.
I panted.
“Oh my god....”
She wiped around her lips with a smile, as if to remove any spills. Well, she had none. She was perfect.

“You’ve just swallowed my juice.”

I said. It was quite unbelievable.
“And I am gonna lick you clean.”
She said and went down on me again.
I sensed her tongue dancing around my still hard dick. I was in bliss, and I had forgotten Meera.
Right at the moment, the front door was opened.
It was pushed open with a loud sound that shocked me. I turned to it quickly and I saw a man standing in there. Before I could came back to reality to recognize that man, a woman walked past him, and stepped inside.
It was Meera.

I had committed a long list of blunders.
After watching Ananya retorting Meera over the phone I should have thought of the possible actions by Meera. I should have thought of repercussions. I did not.

I was convinced that I can defend any accusations of my affair with Ananya. But I failed to get her out of my house immediately. Instead, I chose to cuddle with her. I chose to get a damn blowjob from her.
I never considered the possibility of Meera immediately trying to verify what Ananya had told her. I merely prepared myself to deny it and defend me later. At the same time, I failed to erase the biggest evidence, which was the presence of Ananya in my house.
I was so lost in the heavenly pleasure with Ananya that I failed to recognise the sound of a car driving into my house.
Ananya had been at my house for more than three hours. Yet I failed to secure the front door. I can impute this to the almost-bachelor’s life I’d been living for a year, but it doesn’t really make sense anymore. I left the fucking door open.

If these weren’t enough, I forgot to pull up my trousers properly before I stood up when I saw Meera. And when I pulled, it was too late and ended up screaming my nudity. Both she and Mr. Das saw my dick before being hidden in place.

Nobody told me not to be embarrassed in front of them because they were themselves having an illicit affair. I had nothing to fear. It was my home, they were theoretically forcing into my house while I was having my private date. But I failed to remember that. My brain had stopped working.

As soon as Meera saw me, I became the culprit. I became a lifeless statue and I started to melt as she approached me.
She chose to avoid me and turned to Ananya.
“So this is it, this is it, Ananya?”
“Yes, this is it. “
Ananya was shocked as hell as me, but she regained her calmness quickly to respond.
“What kind of friend are you, Ananya?”
“I haven’t done anything worse than what you’ve done. “
Ananya immediately used her prime weapon.
“What are you doing here, by the way? You have nothing to do here, do you?”
Meera looked down at her.
“I can't believe you’re saying this, Ananya. How long it’s been running, Krish?”

She still wasn’t looking at me.
“What is in it for you Meera? If you don't want him, why don't you leave him alone? Set him free, you have no right to stand here make him feel like he dumped you...”
“It’s time you know your boyfriend a little more than what he does to you in his bed. Yes, he is very good in that, to seduce his friend’s wife into his bed. That’s why I left him. Do you know that?”
Meera asked.
“Stop behaving a hypocrite, Meera... and I want you know that he wasn’t the one who initiated this; it was me. He always wanted you. Like madly. But I was the one who forced him for this.”
“I’m done talking to you, Ananya. I don't want to talk to you.”
Meera shook her head.

Two women were fighting for me. Two friends were fighting over a man they both shared.
And two men stood nearby; two friends. Mr. Das was staring straight at me, as if he cared nil about the ladies but only me. He had said nothing since his arrival. Deep in my mind I had started to worry about him asking why I tried to make a fool out of him but ended up one like this. I couldn’t match his eyes. My head was down. I wanted Ananya to leave immediately, before Meera makes her. I didn't want Meera mouth anything from our past.
“You are a big player, Mr. Menon. You’re not a man but a running scam.”

Das began, completely ignoring what Meera had to do with her friend.
“Meera is you wife and...”
“She was.”
I spoke finally.
“She was. She was. Of course she was. That’s okay, but you wanted to watch her having sex with me, huh?”
He had knocked me down right there. I knew Ananya would now lose the plot.
She took the bite and stood up for me.
“It’s absurd. I told him just today about you. And he’s standing right here. He’s not a dickhead to watch what you did there. What the hell do you mean by watching you?”

Ananya made my head a bit more down. I heard Meera laugh. She would have forced that one.
“What do you think Ananya? You think you’re the first one to drop that secret to him? You’re the biggest fool in his game, after me. I told you, it’s time you know your boyfriend a bit more. “
Meera looked at me for one moment, and turned to Ananya.
“I have slept with Das the most times in this house, in that room, in his bedroom. And he kept our door. He guarded it, he listened to us making love, and he masturbated.”

Humiliation is just a word that is almost never mouthed by anyone. But everyone knows what it is, even from a mile away. Here I was living it.

It all started from the smallest form of it. Someone whom I owed a sum was coming to my house. I was scared of the shame I might have to bear if I face him. I didn't want to be embarrassed in front of my wife. What kind of humiliation was that?
To avoid that little one, I hid myself under my bed. It was just the beginning. It turned out.
That day I saw my wife on the verge of surrendering under the manly comfort of another man. Though I managed to save her from that, the curiosity to know what my wife was up to steered my life since then. I found myself hiding many times, trying to know my wife, and ended up knowing me more than I wished for. I often found myself in her place. I imagined myself in her place. I tried to live her pleasure and pain. What was her pain and pleasure to me?

Pleasure, I would say.
Her pain was my pleasure.

And it was payback time. My pain, my humiliation would be her pleasure. I foresaw.

The magnitude of humiliation aggravates when witnessed by a third person. Here it was Ananya. I was pushed into a molten volcano and she stood there watching, too stunned to react.
Meera wasn’t done.

“You must know this too; when I had slept with Das for the first time, it was in a luxury suite, and it was Krish who took me in there; to his royal suite, like a pimp...”
“I didn't know what you were going to do there...”
I interrupted to defend myself, thus validating her allegation.
“You knew what was going to happen there, Krish. Don't try to be an innocent in front of her.”
Das said.
“You knew what I wanted to do with your wife and you just let me do that. All you did was to listen to the sounds of our lovemaking...didn’t you?”
He went on hitting the nail on my ego.
“He did that, and when I came out he was looking at me so horny...”
Meera added.
“Oh come on Meera. I didn't... I didn't do that... I was feeling horrible... You’re making up things now...”
“Come on Krish, be a man; at least stand for what you have done. You had the fun the most on that day buddy? “
Das asked.

He was stretching it beyond my wildest imaginations.
“You are making up stories, Das. What fun had I had?”
“Krish...”
Ananya spoke.
She was looking at me, her eyes baffled.

Das was not finished.
“You should know more, Ananya. After every time I spent time with Meera, I used to do tell him about it. No, he would ask me and he was keen to know how I made out with my girlfriend. Little did I know that I was talking about making out with his wife! He was my friend; and it was too good, isn't it my friend?”

Ananya had heard enough.
She shook her head sideways to convey what she had in mind. A big no!
“I am sorry, Ananya. I didn't...”
I couldn't finish.
“No, I am sorry, Krish. Forgive me. I have never known you.”
She kept shaking her head in contempt and went back to the couch and collected her bags. She was leaving and I had nothing to make her stop. She gave me a disappointed gaze in the end, and without uttering a single word, she walked out of my house. The sound of the door slammed behind her echoed in my ears.

“There she goes, Krish. What do you have now?”
Meera asked.
Nothing; I didn't need to say.
“Well, you are all mine now, I see.”
She grinned. I had never seen her face like that in my life.
“Go, close the door.”
She gestured to the door. I couldn't make out what she meant.
“Go!” she raised her voice and pushed me.
Like a machine I walked into the door and did what she wanted.
I felt she didn't want anyone interrupt her talking to me. I was led by curiosity and I walked up to her.
“Sit down! “
She pushed me to the couch. I fell into it and she leaned to me.
“Do you know the greatest sin you have done to me Krish?”

When she bent, I could easily see her cleavage right below her face. But I didn't dare to take my eyes off her eyes. She had commanded all my attention to her eyes. She had become the master. I felt difficult to breathe. I couldn't answer her.
“You slept with yet another woman known to me. You just helped another one who would one day show up in my face and tell me how she fucked my hubby...”
She read out my sin and I closed my eyes.
“Do you still remember the day when I left you? You were crying like a child, saying you didn't mean to hurt me the way I was hurt. Now what is it this? Tell me something!”
“I am sorry...”
I groaned. She stood up, her eyes down at me.
“Don't be. I am not angry with you Krish. I still love you... yes, I’m ashamed to accept this, but I love you. I have to pretend to be angry because I know I don't deserve to be angry with you...”
Her eyes were wet suddenly.
“What are you making me? “
She shut her eyes close, as if to stop her tears falling down. I melted further. Regret had grappled me completely.

“Who has committed the biggest sin, Krish?”
Her eyes were open again.
“I did, and I am sorry, Meera. “
I said.
“Who deserve the punishment, then?”
She seemed to have regained her composure.
“I... I deserve. “
I surrendered.

I thought I deserved the punishment. I was convinced that I deserved it.

“Okay.”
She nodded. “I know how to deal with that. You wanted to watch me have sex with Das, right? Right!”
She looked at Das.
“Let’s put up a show for him, Das; for my poor, unlucky husband.”
Das grinned.
“Yeah, let’s give him what he truly deserves.”
He said and put his arms around her waist. He held his face against hers.
“Do you know he’s going to like it?”
“No, he is not gonna like it. “
She said and felled her saree from her shoulder and then from her waistline. It dropped to the floor, revealing her sculptured body, in the orange blouse and under skirt. Meera stepped away from the saree and looked at me.

“Where do you wanna watch us, Krish?”
“Here, in this couch. It’s perfect.”
Das said and led her to it. They both sat down and smiled at each other. Soon they were kissing, like two horny human beings. They were horny like a young couple in their first time, like hell, I could see it from their aggressive rush to eat each other’s lips. I saw a lot of tongue being exchanged. His left hand was already on her breasts, while the right one wrapped around her shoulders. Her hands clung to his shirt and soon started to unbutton him. They broke the kiss to gasp, and Das simply grabbed her blouse with his hands and tore it away. I heard the sounds of its metal hooks being pulled off and Meera giggled. She seemed absolutely ignorant of my presence.
I wasn’t present there. As if I wasn’t alive. As if I was no one.

I had imagined her making love to Das a number of times. And every time I had a hard-on. And I had wanked too many a times to those wild thoughts. But right there, when it was actually happening in front of me, happening for me, I wasn’t aroused at all. My dick had died. My body wasn’t allowing me to have pleasure from it. I was being punished. I had to bear this with pain.

Suddenly I remembered Ananya’s fantasy; making love to me while her husband watched without enjoying. Only thing he should do was to watch helplessly, hoping that she would stop it herself.

It was happening with me, and I was the husband. Whose pleasure have I become?
Meera?

It seemed a yes. The way she was turned herself in was not how I had seen ever of her. Her blouse was gone. Her bra had come off, hiding nothing of her breasts. He sucked them and fondled them as he wished. His tongue went dancing around her teats and she moaned to each of his touches. His shirt went off in a few moments. Soon her hand reached into his pants. He took a moment off her, and let her open his pants. Soon he pulled it down to his knees, and freed a monster. Thick and round at its top, it poked its head into the air, challenging me. I died a little more seeing its size. And then she grabbed it.

“Wow. It’s harder than ever. “
Meera moaned, worshipping it with her eyes.
She felled him further back into the couch and leaned on him. He kicked away his pants from his legs; making him completely nude. Meera threw a glance at me, as if to ensure I’m watching, while bringing her face down to him, and opened her mouth to push his dick into her mouth. Like a man half-dead who’d die in a few seconds, I lay in my couch and watched her luscious lips covering around his thick meat and letting it invade deep into her mouth. Das too looked at me once, and moaned with a wry smile, before turning his eyes back into her.

“Yes... baby... ohhhh... yesss....”
Meera’s head had begun to move up and down on him and he kept moaning aloud.
“Oh yes... oh suck me like that... mmm....”
His eyes often fell upon me and I lost a little of myself each time.
At one moment, he stopped her.
“Suck my balls, honey...”
He held his dick up and directed her. Meera leaned further without wasting a second and licked on his large balls. Soon she had her mouth wide open to suck it into her mouth.

“Oh yes... this is so good... mmm... yes...”
He cried.
He held her face with his right hand and grabbed his dick with his left. Then he beat her face with it, around her lips and nose; and she absolutely loved it. The man was a maniac and my wife was his slave.
And I was the slave to that slave; of little value; or no value.
His pre-cum was making her beautiful face dirty. He rubbed his dick all around her face and she loved it all.
She too loved to be punished. I felt.
I wanted to get up and pull her away from him; but I had no life left in me. I was exhausted. I had become a statue.
“Oh my baby... it’s too much for me... I can't hold any more...”
Das moaned soon. He stood up immediately and made her skirt fall to the ground. He ripped off her panty in a hurry and pulled her into the couch. When he stood up, I saw his dick swaying into the air, almost making it parallel to the ground. Its red head shone into my eyes.

“Please give it to me...”
I heard Meera begging him. He made her kneel on the couch and pushed her down to stand her bent forward. Her breasts hung in the air. He was going to take her from behind. He too knelt one leg still on the floor behind her and rubbed his dick into her crack.
“Oh yes... Das... huh...”
She moaned. Her hair fell over her face, hanging into the couch. I heard her gasping though I couldn’t see her face. She was ecstatic like hell.
After a few moments of teasing, he pushed. She moaned again, and again, as he soon started plugging into the innermost of her hole. He had his both hand firmly around the back of her waistline, and started pounding her. I saw his dick piercing into her. I saw her breasts swinging. She was drenched in wetness, and it made a lot of noise unbearable to me.

She was even more noise.
“Oh yes... oh yes... oh huh...”
“Huh... like that babe...huh...huh...”
He stopped at times to grab her boobs that were otherwise hanging freely, and crushed it under his lust. At once he pulled her up without pulling his dick out of her, and thus making both of them almost standing on their knees. She turned her face over her shoulder and kissed him. His hands on her breasts from both sides, and he then started moving himself. I saw his dick getting in and out of her slowly, and she let out moans suppressed into his mouth. When he left her finally, she felled herself on the couch to lie down on her stomach, as if she was done.

“Huh...huh... oh my god... that was... Das...”
He had pulled out of her, but wasn’t done yet.
“Turn around honey...”
As he moved, I saw white sticky juice around his dick. It was still hard to perfection.
It could be hers. I guessed. Meera had turned herself to lie on her back now, and she spread her legs to welcome him into her centre once again. This time he was a bit exhausted, he lay completely on top of her, and kissed her lips a lot, while gathering strength. Then he rose and held his dick into her. She grabbed it and guided it into her hole. Soon he was fucking her like an animal, grunting and breathing heavily.

“Huh...huh...huh...”
“Yess...yess...yess...hahhh....”
They both tried to match each other; killing me further in the process. I could never give her this much pleasure. I thought.
I didn't deserve her. I thought.
She didn't mean to be mine. I thought.
Soon I heard him groan louder, making it obvious that he had arrived.
“Hahh...huhh...hahh...”
He grunted in short breaks. He was shooting his juices into her in short bursts. He was filling her, my wife, with his hot seeds of himself right in front of my eyes. He is making her pregnant. I thought.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. It feels so great... haah... Das...”
She moaned. She cried.
He had collapsed into her. My wife had extracted his everything.
“That was the greatest sex I’ve ever had in my life. “
He said soon.
“Me too.”
She gasped. Then he pulled himself up. His dick was now limp. I noticed. And a lot more nasty; it was dirty like hell.
When he went to the washroom, she brought an old churidar from my room and wore it. Das too got dressed immediately. They never looked at me ever for once, until they were ready to leave.

I was still in the couch, half dead, and my dick whole dead. There would be no life after this, I thought. I would leave this town forever. I decided.

But destiny had other plans for me. Meera had other plans for me.

“Let’s go.” Das was ready to go. Meera walked up to me and leaned onto me.
“I know you haven’t enjoyed it. Because I didn't want you enjoy. It was a punishment. Now it’s done. Now you can go back to you life...”
She leaned further and kissed me. I felt her destroyed, sloppy and swollen lips on mine. She sucked my lips a moment and licked around my mouth, just like she had sucked his balls a few minutes ago.
When she finished, she handed something into my hands: her panty; all torn to pieces.
“It’s all for you. I want you masturbate looking at this.”
She whispered with a smile, before walking away.
Suddenly I felt myself coming back to life. I was able to breath, I could move my hands. And my dick was becoming hard.
Very hard.
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