Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

"I can't help you, Desai. You must leave now."
"You can, Krish. Only you can."
"I'm her husband, damn it." My voice rose.
"I know, Krish. More than that you're my friend. That's why I'm still talking to you. I don't want to hurt you. I can't hurt you. I can't hurt Meera either. That's why I want you to allow me. I am seeking your permission."
"Meera won't allow it."
I hated my own words as I felt I was telling him that I did not have a problem with his deal.
"If you're convinced, she will also be."
"I can't even tell her. "
"I will tell her."
The way he was replying to me nonchalantly was irking me further.
"What, that I've taken fifty lakh for her?"
"No, dear." Desai shook his head sidewise. "She'll never know about this. You can keep it from her for a long time. Make a fixed deposit for ten years. You can use the money with interest for your child's education. You can settle down in your home town. You'll never wish you'd more money. You will have it. One crore now, think about ten years later with interest."
"You're buying me."
"I'm helping you."
"I'm leaving the money with you. You can think for a week. I will come on next week, on Saturday, with the rest of the money. I will persuade Meera to invite me for a lunch. When she mentions it to you, you can suggest giving me a homely lunch. Please allow her to invite me. I know you'll be most comfortable in your house. If you're okay, I'll propose and you only need to give your consent to support Meera. Just for once. I'll spend one hour with her and you can have the whole cash. If you're not, I'll have just the lunch and whole cash."
I forced a laugh.

"And what do you suggest me do when you would be busy with my wife?"
"You can take a walk and come back in an hour. Or if you are good you can stay and watch. I wouldn't mind if you join me but I wouldn't recommend that because I don't want you to feel too good about it. I only need one chance to put an end to all this."
I was already thinking about the unusual request Pawan had made to me a few days ago. I felt like there was a secret conspiracy was going on around me. You can take a walk and come back in an hour. I remembered Pawan's request to visit his house on Saturday. I felt if my destiny wanted me to help him which would eventually be compensated for by what Desai was planning to take away from me.
The inner thought process left me too stunned to react aggressively to Desai's encroachment on my self-respect as a husband.
"I can't believe I am still listening to you, Desai. I am not going to entertain you for lunch or anything. Take your cash and leave."
"Krish, please calm down. I didn't come to take away anything from you. It's just a proposal. The last resort from my side. I don't have a choice. You have two choices. Either do it or not do it. But all I am asking you to keep the cash now and think about it. You are not realising the power of holding this briefcase until you are holding it. You won't look back in your life, Krish. Let me assure you."
"No matter what you preach..."

Desai interrupted me. "Krish, please keep the cash safe with you before Meera comes back. I don't want her to see it."
He closed the briefcase and got up to hand me it. The briefcase had its weight.
Fifty lakh rupees in cash. My hands were shivering.
"Keep it inside somewhere."
He urged.
I halfheartedly turned and walked to my bedroom. I took the key from the table drawer and opened my shelf to keep the briefcase on its top rack.
"Does Meera check this shelf?"
I heard Desai's voice. He was at my bedroom door.
"Not always," I said.
"I suggest you keep it somewhere she never checks."
I nodded understandably and shifted the briefcase to the lowest rack on the shelf. I dragged a folded bedsheet to cover it. I locked the shelf and kept the key back in the table drawer. When I turned, Desai was glancing at the whole bedroom.
"I like your room. Meera sleeps in this bed, doesn't she?"
He sat on the bed and ran his palm over it. I felt my stomach burn.
"We sleep here, Desai."
"You know I am hard just by sitting here, touching this bed's softness." He quickly looked at me, exactly at my crotch. "I see you are no different there."
I was embarrassed to death at that moment. I didn't know I was carrying an erection. I didn't know why I was carrying the erection.
"I told you the other day, Krish. You are a smart husband. You can bear it. You can enjoy it and hold more power through it. Power over your wife, don't you like it?"

"I am her husband, I love her, Desai."
My voice was weak. I hated it.
"But you loved to hear about how I came inside her. Not once, but thrice."
I couldn't think of a reply to shut him up. I was thinking if I should get physical to drag him by the collar and kick him out of my house. But I didn't want to create a scene in my own house in front of my neighbours. What if he shouted those words again?
"Cumming inside her reminded me another thing. If Meera is off her safe periods then I will bring the pill. I don't want to put extra pressure on you by making you do it. It's my responsibility. Just convey me if she will not be safe next Saturday. I could use a condom but Ananya must have told you that I don't like to use it. It takes away the damn pleasure. Also, Meera will be okay with that because she had let me come inside her thrice last time. She had enjoyed it."
I felt I was going to collapse. My heart was pumping harder than I was sure it cannot take. But unfortunately, nothing happened to me.
"You have planned a lot about this, Desai. But no, none of it's happening."
I uttered in the end.
"Don't decide now. Just one hour in this room. I think you're too scared about what I will do to her."

"Yes, I'm scared,"
I admitted.
"I can promise you that I won't be a mad man like the other night. I will be very gentle."
Desai got up only to kneel on the floor at the side of the bed. "My dream is simple Krish. I will lay her here. I will eat her pussy like this." He bent forward, bringing his face down to the bed for a second. "Then I will get up and if she wishes to keep her old promise to suck me, then I'll have a blowjob from her. Then I will get on the bed and make love to her. I will have just one round. That's the end of it. Even talking about it makes me so hard. I'll have to resort to shagging today, won't I? I'm hoping only the good things about Saturday."
"I think you better leave before Meera arrives. You've given me enough mental pressure I won't be able to behave nicely to you in front of her."
I stated like a warning.
"I am leaving, Krish. You are right. I don't want her to learn about this arrangement, especially the cash."
I mocked a smile at him.
"How can I trust you that you won't tell her about it?" I asked.
Desai smiled, "She won't believe even if I told her."

"Why?"
"Because I'm not forcing anyone. If she's going to sleep with me, it's gonna be her choice."
"That's nonsense. That's overconfidence."
"I want you to do one favour for yourself. Tonight you nicely ask her about me. Her true feelings. Give her a hint that you like to hear about the old night. If she mentions she's been excited, and if she goes on to sleep with me again by her own choice, then how can I later convince her that I paid you for it?"
Hypothetically he had a point. I quickly realised I was an idiot to validate his nonsense.
"If you think she's already ready to do it with you, then why the fuck are you giving me the cash?"
"The consent, Krish. I want your consent. I don't want you to feel like a loser either."
"You're so benevolent."
"You'll realise it many years after."
When we came back to the hall he asked for a glass of water. I went to the kitchen and he began to follow me there too.
I stopped him.
"Stay here, Desai. I don't want you to see my kitchen and plan something for my wife there."
Desai laughed.

"Okay, my friend."
I gave him one glass of plain water. He drank half in one go and left.
I couldn't breathe normally even after then.
I came back to my room and sat on the bed with a sense of bewilderment.
What the fuck was that?
I had not only allowed Desai to walk into my room and put a price on the dignity of my marriage, but also let him tell me how he's gonna screw my wife in my own bed.
I looked at my bed and I couldn't imagine anything other than what Desai told me he would do to my Meera.
"I will have just one round."
Desai's words still echoed in the room and I could hear it. I saw Meera lying in the bed and Desai's naked, bulky body over her.
"I will be gentle."
A fake promise. There was nothing gentle about Desai. He would pound her harder and harder with an intent to destroy her body and my soul. But more than anything he told me, his confidence that Meera would go to bed with by her choice devastated me.
He didn't need to buy me. The huge amount of money sitting idle on my shelf wasn't needed to make her open the doors of pleasure to him. He was so confident of already being there in her dreams.
The only thing he needed of me was not to play spoilsport.

When Meera returned after an evening walk I couldn't face her. I kept my eyes glued to the TV screen pretending to watch a cricket match. But my mind was inside the room already envisaging what was going to happen in that room after one week.
I thought of the worst scenario in which I saw Desai walking taking Meera in there, leaving me alone in the hall. I had experienced those moments many times in the past, but none of it was as devastating as the one involving Desai. Perhaps it was just a false hope that it would be painful. I was already carrying an erection even though I hated to admit it.

I wouldn't sit here, listening to Meera's screams of pleasure at the skilful hands of Desai. I told myself.
I thought of taking a walk as suggested by Desai. Or I could walk out of my house and walk into my neighbour's.
There, Sheetal would be waiting for me. I could go to her and I could help my neighbour friend become a father.
I couldn't believe how both incidents were conveniently scheduled to happen on the same day. I felt my destiny was conspiring itself to make me act in favour of them. If I had to help Pawan, then I would have to leave Meera with Desai. If I chose to let Desai have it with Meera, then I would have to walk out of my house and eventually end up in my neighbour's bed.
I was trapped in a cage and I had nowhere to go.

We had a quiet dinner. Meera noticed that I was gloomy and she asked me about it when we went to sleep.
"I was wondering about our dinner night with Desai. Sex in our life has improved since that day, didn't it?"
Meera smiled, "Yeah, why?"
I sat up on the bed with my back on the headrest of the bed. I put my arm around her.
"It feels like we've forgiven Desai and we've moved on completely."
"There's no need to forgive him, Krish. He made a move and I was a willing partner. You know about that situation."
"No, I mean he's been trying to repeat it ever after."
"Oh, that's true."
"Do you think he deserved a second chance?"
"What do you mean by second chance?"
She looked at me.
"I mean what if we hadn't gotten back together? Or what if we had gotten back a few weeks later? Would you have given him a second chance?"
Meera kept staring at me and I grew nervous inside. She spoke after thinking for a while.
"Desai was different from other men I've slept with because it happened without any provocation from my side. I was shaken by the incident. I would have never fancied sleeping with him again." And then she slowly broke into a naughty smile. "But now I feel like, I would have done it again."

I was amused by her revelation.
"So it was good, huh?"
"Is it why you're beating around the bush, dear?"
She pinched my nose with a giggle.
"Tell me," I insisted. My heart was beating hard, I was waiting to hear it from her.
"Yeah, it was good."
"But he didn't give you an orgasm."
"Yeah, that's the only thing he missed. Otherwise, he gave me a lot of pleasure."
"The other night you made me do it while standing..."
Meera interrupted me, "Where are you going, baby? Wanna hear about the night again? Does it thrill you now?"
"That night was wonderful. Thanks to Desai. His short speech was a spark," I confessed.
"Go and thank him," Meera quipped. I laughed shyly.
"Go ahead, you can do it." Meera teased me again. "Well, I was wondering what's up with Desai and you. Desai isn't the only guy I've slept with but no one has got you angry as he did."
"He's a monster, that's why," I said.
"Are you scared of him or in awe of him?"
"Oh my God. What are you making me say? He's got a bulky body frame, compared you yours and mine. The thought of him with you in bed actually scares me a lot."

"I've seen you enjoying a lot of scary things."
"Less scary, I'd say." I reminded.
"But you have to be honest with me, Krish. What do you feel when you think of him with me? Do you get an erection?"
"Not in the past. But since the dinner, yes. Something is there."
"My cucky hubby..." she grabbed my hair lightly and pulled it repeatedly. "Promise me you ain't planning anything here. I am not going to sleep with Desai or anyone ever again."
I felt a breeze caressing my whole body and taking away the weight of my bed.
"What about me?"
"Oh, you are always welcome."
"Welcome for what?"
"Welcome to do this..." she put her arms around me and kissed me. I kissed her back. We hurriedly went for each other's clothes without breaking the kiss.

"Mmm...No foreplay today..." Meera whispered in my ears. In a matter of seconds, I was shoving my dick into her wet hole. Meera moaned.
"Mmm...baby you feel so good in there..."
"Don't you want it deeper?"
"Mmm..."
I went deeper and deeper with each push. The sound of my dick plunging into her moist pussy drove me crazy.
I kept the pace under control until she urged me to go faster.
"Make me cum, baby..."
"Are you close?" I asked while panting.
"Mmm..."
I upped my pace and made her moan through the pleasure of an orgasm. As I prepared myself to burst inside her, I asked her if she was safe. She moaned affirmatively and I unloaded my load inside her.
We lay panting for a while.
"You meant safe, right?"
I asked when I found my lost breath.
"Yeah."
"How many days are left in this period?"
I asked casually.
"Mmm...My cycle ended on Sunday. So the safe period ends on this Friday." She calculated while caressing my face. "You have three more days to enjoy without having to pull out."
So next Saturday will be unsafe. I was quick to think. I felt I've found another reason not to let it happen.
No. You won't fill my wife's pussy with your cum, Desai. I said in my mind.

At noon just after lunch, I got Meera's phone call.
"Desai phoned me, Krish. He's expecting a treat from me for my award, like the dinner you gave him after your promotion."
"What did you say?"
"I said I'll think about it. He added a lot of butter, hoping I would say yes right away."
"What did he say?"
"Since he's no more a client with us, we won't be seeing him a lot. Actually, there's no reason to see him again. So..."
I felt she was already in favour of lunch. But I was the only one who knew what that 'lunch' meant.
"I'm a bit busy, baby. Let's talk later."
"What should I tell him?"
"Is it urgent?"
"He told me to ask you. He's so concerned about what you have to say. It's not a tough decision, is it?"
"We'll discuss later baby."
"What's so much to think?"
"What's your take?"
"I think it's okay. His last one chance."
His last one chance!
It struck deep in my heart.
"Krish, are you there?"
I heard Meera's voice after a few seconds.
"Yeah."
"Do you have any suggestions for the restaurant?"
Restaurant. That's not where he wants to have that one last chance with you. A restaurant can't be a place where he can hump you.
"Krish, are you there?"
I heard Meera's voice again.
"What are you thinking?"
"I was thinking about our apartment."
I couldn't believe I said that.
Our apartment. Our bed. His lunch. His delicious lunch.
"Our house? But why?"
"You asked for my suggestion. That's my suggestion. Let's give him a homely lunch."
"Okay. That's cool."
Meera said.

I couldn't believe that I was carrying a hard-on by then. What the fuck! I shook my head in disgust.
I'm just giving him lunch. It's not permission to fuck my wife. I said in my mind.
After lunch, I'll simply hand over the cash to him.

Desai showed up in my office exactly two hours after Meera's call. He sat in my cabin and spoke to me.

"Thank you, Krish. I knew how you'd decide. I thank you for deciding so quickly." His voice carried his enthusiasm.
I still did not want to accept how shaky was the ground under my feet.
"I only agreed for the lunch, Desai. Don't hope too much. You'll have your cash on Saturday."
Desai smiled.
"I know you are very excited about this. I came in person only to see that. It pleases me. It gives me confidence that I am not forcing you for anything. I would never hurt you, my friend. You are going to enjoy it."
"Your words are just going over my head. I'm not hearing you."
Desai smiled again, shaking his head slowly as if judging me.
"You know," He readjusted in his seat. "You are a player beyond my belief. You can read from your expression but I can't read your mind. Meera too isn't a simple woman. She has slept with people other than you and me. And you guys are playing with me. I am a mouse in your trap, ain't I?"
I was stunned. He had come prepared. I didn't know who was he talking about.

He's set in up another trap.
"You are already warming up for the Saturday. But you are not ready to tell me."
"What are you talking about, Desai?"
I asked.
"Leave it. Next Saturday Meera won't be safe. But don't worry, I've brought the pill already."
He kept something on the table. The pill. 'Unwanted 72', the label read.
A hundred questions popped in my head.
How did he know? Did Meera tell him?
"How do you know about this?" I asked with my shaky voice.
"I don't want to hide anything from you, Krish. I did a little cheating in the game. I have kept a small recording device under your bed, I mean the gap between mattress and cot, near foot-side. I heard your conversation with Meera last night."
I was shocked. I stared at him with my sharp eyes as if to kill him with it.
"You are such a..." I couldn't finish as I heard a knock on the door. I kept silent as a staff came inside and left a brochure on the table. I waited until he left the room.

"You spied on us. How can you do this, Desai? You invaded my privacy. It's my office, otherwise, I would have thrown you away from the building."
"It is my last chance, Krish. I had to be sure I am not hurting you guys. I know it's wrong but I had no other choice."
"And what did you get?"
I asked, carrying my annoyance in the voice.
"I heard it all. You guys talking about me, and her experience with someone else, and her period cycle. And obviously, your lovemaking. It was great, Krish. I have to admit. I envy you. You made her cum in a few minutes. I wish I had half the skills you have."
"Stop buttering, Desai. You don't deserve to pretend like a gentleman."
"I enjoyed the sound of her moan and every word she spoke while making out. You know I was sitting in my car in your parking lot. I shagged right there, while I listened to those sounds."
I stared at him again.
"Why you were there? Are you stalking us? Come on, Desai! Get out of my office."

My voice rose as I forgot where I was.
"No, I didn't mean to stalk you. You know, even though I planted the device if I had to get the recording, I had to retrieve the device from your room. It was not possible. So I chose to listen live through my mobile which was already synced with the device. Only thing was that I had to remain in the range. That's why I stayed back in your parking lot."
"Why are you telling me all this? Why don't you leave it? Come to my parking every day and keep shagging every night." I said with disgust. "You should leave now, Desai. I can't bear you anymore."
"I used the cheeky trick only to ensure that I am not hurting you. I told you about the device because I want you to take out the device and destroy it before Meera finds out."
"What will happen if Meera finds out? She'll know about your disgusting character?"
"No, Krish. She'll learn about our meeting. I don't want her to know about it."
I was out of words for a few seconds.
"You are so cunning, and so manipulative, Desai. I know you won't quit ever."
Desai got up, "No, Krish. I will be gone from your life forever. After next Saturday."
Desai left soon. I could not leave my chair for a while.

The things that I spoke with Meera on the previous night came into my head. I had confessed that my sex life was improved after Desai's lecture at the restaurant. I had admitted being afraid of thinking about Desai's bulky body in Meera's bed.
However, more than what I had revealed, Meera's side of the conversation was more revelatory. She though had claimed she would have never considered sleeping with him immediately after the first one, she had provocatively added that she could have considered it. She had also accepted that Desai had given her a lot of pleasure.

And she had hinted about my cuckold history. She had even called me 'cucky hubby'.
And finally, and most importantly, she had made me admit having an erection when I thought of Desai with her.
What else does he need to confirm that I will be playing a passive role next Saturday?
I could not get over the thought for the whole day. By the end of the day, I was convinced of one thing. Only Meera had the power to defy Desai's devious plans.

Back at home I checked my bed and found the device. It was a voice recorder. I synced it with my mobile but there was no recording. I figured that Desai only used it to hear the live conversation.
Meera asked me about the Menu for Desai's lunch.
"There's one week left for it. Let's plan it later."
I said.
I wanted to stop thinking about it.
But the more I tried the more I become tensed about it. It was becoming a routine now.

The next morning I had an idea.
I synced my mobile phone with the voice recorder and hid it in Meera's handbag. I felt Desai would be desperate to talk to her and even Meet her to increase his chance of getting laid. He had already sensed that Meera was soft on him. I was sure he would attempt to strike when the iron was hot.
I went to my office as usual but took a day's off and proceeded to Meera's office. I did not forget to exchange my car with a colleague's.
I parked the car on the road and casually phoned Meera to ensure she was there. Her office wasn't in range with my mobile and thus I could not get any signal from the voice recorder.

It soon turned out to be a hard day for me as I had to remain in the car till I could sense some development. However, at around twelve, I got the sight I had been waiting for. I noticed Desai's car stopping in front of the office and after a while, Meera walked out of the front gate.
Desai had come to pick up Meera. And she hadn't called me to tell me about it.
My heart sank when I saw Meera having a small chat with him even before getting in the car. Meera was carrying the handbag, which gave me hope of spying on them effectively. I was feeling sad about Meera going with Desai without telling me but I was also thrilled by the fact that I would be hearing their conversation once they came in my mobile phone's range.

I followed Desai's car and the drive ended at a restaurant. I assumed he was taking Meera for lunch. The restaurant was different from the last one when he had taken her entire team for lunch.
As the duo went inside the restaurant I drove the car to the parking as close as possible to the building. I checked the mobile and found the device automatically resynced, as Meera was sitting in the range. My heart was already beating hard and I quickly connected the headphone.
I heard Meera's voice. She was reading from the food menu. They were going to have lunch.
I could hear the waiter's voice too, but less audible.

A moment later, I heard Desai's voice.
"Did you tell Krish about this lunch?"
"No."
"But you will tell him afterwards, don't you?"
"Yeah. I don't like to hide anything from him."
"Does he know the details of our old meeting?"
"Last time's lunch? Yes, I have told him."
"No, not that one. The old one."
There was a momentary gap before I heard Meera's reply.
"I've told him."
"But not word by word."
"It's not something you can share word by word."
"I mean you didn't tell him that it was enjoyable."
"How can you say that?"
There was a sense of surprise in Meera's voice.
"I felt so when we spoke about it."
"You spoke about it with him?"
"It came up randomly. He asked, actually. I was surprised, I mean a little scared - to be honest, Meera - that he would kick my ass. But I then figured out he was kinda excited to know."
I couldn't believe how blatantly Desai was trying to manipulate Meera.
"Excited? Krish?"
"Yeah. That's the expression he threw. I don't read people wrong normally."
"Yeah, I know you're so good in that."
Their conversation came to an abrupt halt as the waiter brought the food. I heard Meera thanking the waiter for the quick delivery. As they started having the food, they talked random stuff. I waited with bated breath.
I knew Desai would be dying to go back to the old subject.

My anticipation met with the result as Desai thanked Meera for inviting him for lunch at home.
"I still can't believe that I'll be having a home-cooked meal at your house."
"You surprised me one day. So why can't I do the same?"
I noticed that this time it was Meera who initiated the reference to the old fling.
"Returning the favour? Does it only involves home-cooked food?"
Desai was grabbing the opportunity with both hands.
"Desai, no...not now!"
Meera's reply was a sweet warning.
"Come on, Meera. Don't be harsh on me. You always avoid me talking to me."

"I am having lunch with you, mister."
"Then why don't we enjoy it?"
"You never quits."
"You know what, I think on Saturday Krish is expecting to see a bit of our chemistry."
I sensed danger again as Desai dragged my name into the talk.
"What chemistry do we have?"
"Well, we had chemistry at work. Because of your special skill of being professional. Otherwise what we do share is not chemistry but biology."
"Desai, don't go to that subject."
Meera's voice was becoming softer.
"But Krish was sticking to that subject last time when I met him."
"What did he want to know?"
"He already knows that you became excited after our dinner."
"When exactly did you met him."
"Yesterday."
I was stunned at Desai's reply. Is he going to reveal about his visit to my office?
"Yesterday?"
I heard Meera's voice again.
"Yeah. I was around to meet someone and Krish gave me the address. Then I paid a visit to your house. Nice house it was."
Bullshit! I yelled in my mind. The bastard was clearly manipulating both me and my wife. And all I could do was to listen with more attention.
"When was that?"

"Evening. You were out for a walk. He didn't tell you?"
"No."
"Guess he doesn't share everything with you."
There was silence from Meera.
"I am sorry if I offended you, Meera. Did I say anything wrong?"
I heard Desai's voice after some time.
"Let me wash hands. I have finished."
"Okay. I'll order dessert."
I was glad that Meera was pissed off. But I was wary that Meera would now come to question me about Desai's visit to our house.
I heard Desai making the order for dessert.
When Meera returned she commented that the dessert was exactly her favourite. She didn't sound pissed off now.
"So what else did Krish tell you?"
Meera came back to the topic soon after.
"He's excited about seeing us together. I could see it in his eyes."
"What do you mean seeing us together? Seeing us do what? Stare at each other?"
"We've done a lot better..."
"Not when my husband is around."
"Maybe this time there will be a change."
"Desai, you're going too far..."
"Not unless you're willing."
"I don't want this."
"Krish feels otherwise."
"Why do you bring his name into this? Did he tell you that he wants this?"
"Not everything is told, Meera. Some things are perceived."
"You'll get your ass kicked, Susheel!"
Meera was now addressing him by the first name. I could feel she was agitated.
"You know my assumption on why Krish is excited about it is that he knows that you're kinda excited about our old day. He is aroused to imagine what we did in my place."

"Susheel, don't start this in here. It's a public place."
"No one car hear us, baby. No one is even watching."
"Don't touch me. Take your hand back."
I was stunned at her response. How is he touching her? Over the dining table?
"I'm just holding your hand. Do you feel it?"
"What?"
"Look at me, Meera. Look at my eyes. What are you seeing?"
"I can see you're starved."
"I'm not starved."
"Yeah, I know you're getting a lot from your friend with specs."
I could not believe that Meera dragged Maithrei into the conversation out of nowhere.
"I'm a single man with no baggage. And I play well and hard."
"Stop grinning. You weren't that great with me."
"I would like to change your perception."
"How?"
"Saturday."
"Bullshit!"
Meera's voice was filled with confidence.
"Think about it."
"Stop it, Susheel. You're trying hard to manipulate me."
"It's a half-truth. Am I trying to manipulate you? No. Am I hard? Yes. Do you remember it?"
"Susheel stop it, I tell you."
"I haven't forgotten the feeling of my thing going inside you, Can you forget it?"

"I'm leaving."
"You haven't finished the desert."
"You're not letting me enjoy it."
"All I want you to do is enjoy."
Meera stopped talking for a while.
"I have finished my dessert. Finish yours, too."
I heard her voice then.
"Yeah, I am done too."
Desai proceeded to pay the bill while being seated. I heard him asking about the lounge on the other side.
"Let's go have a look."
I heard Desai's voice when the waiter presumably left.
"What is there?"
Meera asked.
"We have a lot to talk about. We should talk it out before we met on Saturday."
"I hope you are not planning something creepy."
"Come on, you know me."
"I know you, that's what I am saying."
There were strange sounds. I assumed they were walking into a lounge. I prayed that they did not walk out of range.
Fortunately, they remained in the range. I heard them talk about the lounge a bit. Then Meera came back to the earlier topic.
"How can you be so sure Krish is looking forward to it?"
"He's expecting it."
"How do you know?"

"He knows that we hadn't used protection last time and he expects the same this time too."
It was the moment I knew Desai had taken the whole thing to a higher level where I had no reach. He had simply made me a willing partner. I thought of calling Meera to interrupt the conversation. But I knew she would ask a lot of questions for which I had to prepare myself.
"What do you mean, Susheel? What did he say?"
Meera's shaky voice told me that she was no different from me.
"He mentioned you'll be out of your safe periods on Saturday."
I could imagine how stunned Meera would be now. My heart was going to burst anytime from then.
"Yeah, he asked me about it on the night before yesterday."
"See. He's already thinking about it."
"So what?"
"I told him not to worry about it. I'll bring a pill."
There was a momentary silence from Meera. I clenched my teeth.
"Did you tell him that you'll bring it?"
Meera's voice was getting softer.
"I told him."
Meera took time to speak again.

"What did he say?"
"He said okay."
"Fuck! You guys are already planning to share me."
I knew Meera wouldn’t find it hard to believe it.
"We're being honest with our true emotions. We're not hiding anything."
"I can't believe it. Oh Krish!"
I felt she would cry. I then felt she wouldn't cry. She was far better than me. If I was in a situation like this, I was sure I would have surrendered already.
"Leave my hand, Desai. I'm not comfortable."
I heard Meera's voice. Is he touching her again? Where are they? Is there nobody else in the lounge?
"It's okay, baby. No one is watching us. We've got complete privacy here."
He was calling her baby! And she’s not offended.
"What are you gonna do? Wanna do it here?"
"No. I don't push too hard."
"You do push it very hard..."
"You mean that? Yeah, I do. Because I want you to enjoy it. Krish will be happy when you scream."
"Does she scream?"
What the hell! I felt like screaming in my mind. Why the fuck she's talking about Maithrei again and again? Why can't she forget her?
"She screams a lot."

"I won't."
Meera's reply came quickly. But it took a moment for me to realise that she had just begun to speak beyond the tipping point. ‘I won't’ means ‘I won't scream’.
It means she won't scream when Desai fucks her again.
It means she will try to stop screaming when Desai fucks her.
"I have already planned how to do it. I'll make you scream."
Desai was gladly making the challenge.
"You had one whole night. And you didn't finish me."
"I was a drunk baby. This time I promise."
"I don't want your promise."
"I can make a promise to myself."

"Don't touch me. Desai, behave. Take your hand off my waist."
I could literally feel my hands shivering now.
"We have come this far... It would be a total loss if we didn't..."
Desai's voice ended abruptly.
"I would slap you if you kiss me again."
I heard Meera's warning.
What? My heart stopped. Did he kiss her?
"Just one more time. Just to revoke the old memory."
"You are such a creep I told you. This is..."
Meera's voice broke and I knew it was another kiss.
The silence lasted longer than the previous kiss. In other words, it was a long kiss.
My wife, who I was so confident of failing every attempt of seduction and manipulation of Desai, was now being kissed by him.
"What are you looking at? I kissed you back. Isn't it enough?"
Meera's voice contained anger. I could simply tell it was fake.
"Enough for now. But I won't be stopping next Saturday."
I didn't hear Meera's voice.
But I could assume she must be looking into his eyes affirmatively.

They left soon after. I saw them walking into the parking lot. Meera looked a bit distracted. But she looked stunning as ever.
I bent forward to hide my face behind the dashboard when Desai's car passed my car.
I sat there for a while, unable to move. Unable to shake off the shock.
And then I realised that I was hard in my pants. But I wasn't worried about it.
More than that, I was devastated because I had realised what was going to happen on Saturday.
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