Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

From the day we learnt about Sheetal's illicit affair with Harish, we were eager to observe her behaviour around him. Meera wanted to talk to her, but I opined against it.
"You'll end up embarrassing her," I said. "I think she will eventually tell you by herself. You're her closest friend here."
The following night Meera had a chat with Harish again. She warned him about the consequences. "You'll have a very bad name in the neighbourhoods. She has the option to move to her hometown but this is your native place." She said. Harish said he was cautious about it.
During the chat, he revealed that they had sex every morning after Pawan's departure, for the last three days.

"Every day!" Meera rued later. "Isn't it too much?"
"Why are you so worried about it?" I asked. "Maybe she has been waiting for a man like him."
Meera nodded. "She's doing everything to make him happy. She doesn't even want him to use a condom. Without a bit of remorse. I'm surprised that I never knew of this shade of her."
I wondered what Sheetal would say if she knew the true shades of Meera. And us.

The next morning we both waited behind our front door, peeping at our neighbour's door to see him leaving for work. And after ten minutes, Meera saw Sheetal welcoming Harish into the house.
"Did you notice that she had left the front door unlocked? Harish came in and just walked in. She must have called him." She whispered.
"So that's four days in a row," I blurted.

As we walked out to leave for our respective workplaces, we couldn't help but glance at the closed door opposite. We both knew that Harish must have started banging Sheetal already.
I sensed my dick becoming hard, and I struggled to walk to the parking. I couldn't shake off my feelings even after reaching my office.
In the evening when I met Sheetal, I couldn't stop staring at her. I imagined her naked and in bed with Harish. I visualised his muscular body moving on top of her, fucking her hard.
At the back of my mind, I carried a feeling that it would have been me instead of Harish if I had given in to Pawan's earlier proposal.
For a brief period, I imagined agreeing to Pawan and it made my body warm. I saw Sheetal lying in her bed, completely naked, waiting to be fucked by me.
I felt it was my destiny to fulfil her wish. I was her first choice. She wanted me to be her secret lover. She wanted her married pussy to be filled by my sperm. But it was my reluctance and incompetence which forced her to turn to another man. And she turned to a man who had the skill to fulfil her desires, by fucking her every day. She would soon be bearing his child.

I felt like being cuckolded again. It was a familiar feeling. The thought was devastating to begin, but then it faded away.
Later that evening I met Sheetal while returning from the park and we talked casually. I looked at her mouth and thought how Harish would be sucking her lips the next morning. I stole glances of her sweat-drenched top and armpits and shoulders while thinking that she would sweat it out again in bed with Harish. I watched her swaying ass while walking up the stairs and imagined how Harish would be enjoying those melons. When I made love to Meera in the night, I imagined Harish fucking Sheetal and making her moan with pleasure. I imagined how she would be screaming in her mind. Fill me Harish. Fill my pussy with your cum. Give me your seeds. Make me your wife. Make me the mother of your child. Give me a child. Impregnate me. Aaah.....
Those fantasies hurt me at first and devastated me because I felt being cuckolded again. But eventually, it felt good and I started waiting for the good news.

A few days later Harish told Meera that Sheetal decided to give a break to it as her unsafe days had started. Harish had volunteered to bring a condom, but Sheetal didn't want to use it. Harish was disappointed but helpless.

As the phone call ended, Meera started counting days with her fingers.
"Bitch!" Meera blurted out soon, "she's trying to get pregnant."
I was stunned, not by the information but by her deduction.
Meera looked at me.
"I know when her last monthly cycle was. She told Harish she is safe but as per my calculation, she cannot be. And now she's actually safe as she's near her cycle again. But she's fooling him again, saying the opposite. It means she doesn't want the sex, she just wants to get pregnant. Oh my God!"
I could only stare at her, acknowledging her smartness. Perhaps it was the smartness of women in general.
"Are you not shocked?" Meera looked at me, for the lack of my response.
"Yeah, I'm shocked. But then what? It's her choice. She wants a child."

Meera was dejected by my response.
"How can she make such a choice? Having sex with another man is something. But getting conceived by him and giving birth to a child that doesn't belong to her husband, how?"
I said nothing.
"It cannot happen. I should talk to her. Or we should tell Pawan."
Now I felt I needed to stop her.
"He too needs a child, Meera," I said, having decided to take a stand.
Meera looked at me in disbelief.
"Don't talk rubbish, Krish. Do you even know what you're saying? It won't be his child," she argued. "You must talk to him before it's late. He's your friend, so you can talk to him very personally."
"No. I know how much he desires to become a father. It doesn't matter whose child it is, after all. If it brings happiness to Pawan's life, then it's okay. I'm sure he would be happy even if he later learns it's not his child because I know how much he is longing for a child. I think it's not a good idea to tell him now. If we set out to reveal the truth, he will be forced to react in a socially acceptable manner to protect his dignity in front of us, and he will be humiliated for us knowing the truth," I said.

"I can't believe you are arguing against telling him."
"What if he's also a partner in this deal? That whatever Sheetal is doing has the approval of Pawan?"
Meera kept staring at me for a long moment.
"That's your way of thinking, Krish. Not everyone can be like you. People have different feelings."
She was clearly looking down at me, implying my cuckold nature. But I ignored it.
"People have their destiny, Meera. Let them live it. If she has sinned, let's give her a chance to confess it too. Let's not intrude on their private life."
Meera let out a sigh.
She remained silent for long before she shook her head.
"You are right. We shouldn't intrude on their private life. Let's leave it for their fate."

Meera chose to drop the subject altogether after that. And she didn't chat with Harish since then. But I felt she was silently waiting for the news of Sheetal's pregnancy.

One day I saw Meera repairing her handbag. She was sewing the torn parts inside it. It was torn by me first to hide the voice recorder during her lunch with Desai. I had stitched it back but Desai tore it again while recovering the device later.
I sat with Meera and promised to buy her another bag. She said it was one of her favourite handbags and I might not find another one easily in the market.
I asked if she was still angry about it.
"I have reasons to be angry, don't I?" She asked
.
I nodded. "You were angry with me when you found out about voice recorder. But I wonder why you didn't get angry with Desai for spying on us." I said.
"I'm angry with just you because you didn't tell me about the recorder at all. Desai confessed his action even though he didn't have to. I'm sure you still wouldn't have spoken about it if you weren't caught."
I shook my head and she went on, "What would you have done if Desai hadn't found the recorder and I ended up doing some hanky-panky with him? Let's say you were to secretly find out what I did with him, later. What would be your reaction?"
I paused a moment before I replied.
"You are asking this question because you doubt that I would react the same way I did when you told me about Ashish. They are different situations, Meera. You have to trust me, I never expected you to do any hanky-panky with Desai. Otherwise, do you think I would simply sit home until I get my hands on the voice recorder? I am not that lazy, and most importantly, I trust you."
"But I have broken your trust when I slept with Ashish. What if I did the same with Desai too?"
"Why would you do that? You hate him, don't you?"
"But you don't seem to hate him anymore. Tell me the truth, have you never fantasized about him and me?"
I took a moment to reply.
"When kept in the dark, I am forced to imagine things. And my imaginations often go wild. Yes, I have thought about you and Desai. I have hated it since forever. But to be honest, there have been instances when it turned me on too, rarely."
"What do you imagine?"
I looked into her eyes, wondering what would be her reaction if I told her the truth. I instantly knew it wasn't the right time yet.
"Crazy, stupid things," I said. "I don't want to tell, especially because I know you'd hate it."
Meera shook her head. She did not speak further, ending the conversation.
Even though she ended the conversation, I thought she was unhappy with my reluctance.

One day I received a call from a man who was interested to buy our half-demolished old apartment. He promised to pay me more than the market rate but I politely refused. I didn't want to sell the property.
I told him I had a plan to rebuild it and reside in it. "I am staying in a rented flat right now," I told him.
"I am ready to pay you enough to buy a new flat. Your apartment suits the plan in my head so well that I can't think of anything else." He said. "I have been told that I won't succeed. But I am still trying. Please don't say now. Think about it for a while. That's my request." The man said.

When I told Meera about it, she surprised me.
"If he's paying so much, we should take it and sell the property. It's a good deal. We can buy a new apartment, like this one, with that amount. We'll still have some money left after that."
After Meera's opinion, it was a quick decision for me, and I agreed to sell the property. Even though I knew it was a good deal, I felt I was losing something because I was mentally attached to that house.
"We are getting richer, now," Meera told me in the night. "How about adding a new member to our family now?"
"Yeah, we'll be doing that very soon," I said. But my weak voice might have told her otherwise. She did not remind me about it after that.

The buyer was very happy with our decision. He met me the next day and gave me advance payment. He wanted the sale to be completed as early as possible.
During our visit to the land registrar's office, I and Meera ran into Maithrei. She looked beautiful in a blue top and brown palazzo, though the attire made her look a bit plumper than usual. Her eyes shone behind her spectacles as she smiled at us.
We moved to a nearby cafe while we waited for the registrar to arrive. Maithrei and Meera sat on the same bench, facing me.
We chatted casual stuff while having cold coffee, me doing the talking for most of the part, as Meera passively observed us talking. I asked Maithrei if her hospital routine was changed as she used to work even on Sunday. Maithrei said the clinic had two doctors who'd work on shifts.
"Have you heard from Desai? Your close friend has completely disappeared from the scene."
I was slightly embarrassed when she referred to Desai as my 'close friend' in front of Meera.
"Yeah, he's having some vacation," I said.
"He is a changed man."
Maithrei said. I wondered if she missed him badly. Especially in bed. I felt a pang of jealousy as I thought about it.
"Didn't you try calling him?" Meera asked.
Maithrei was taken aback a little by her question.
"Mmm... Not yet. He's the one who usually rings me," she said.
Maithrei was there for the paperwork of a newly constructed property she had in the city. As she revealed the location, Meera became alert as if she knew the place.
"Is it co-partnered by Desai?" She asked.
Maithrei was puzzled by her straight question.

"He has told me about a property in that area," Meera explained. I wondered when did that happen.
"Yes, Desai is my co-partner in this property," Maithrei admitted. "But he's not coming to the city to complete the work and that's the problem. He is completely reluctant to return to the city. I don't know why."
The registrar arrived and we went on to see him. Maithrei commented on Meera's kurti before parting ways with us.
I asked Meera when did Desai tell her about his properties in the city. Meera gave me a look.
"Have you forgotten it? Don't you remember when Desai took me to an under-construction building?"
I suddenly remembered. But I remembered the day a bit differently. It was the day she had given Desai a blowjob in his car.
"Desai had told me he was going to be a partner in that construction. The other partner was, as we know now, Maithrei." Meera went on. "And I'm sure his share must be one crore. The same cash he used to trap you."
I could see she was making perfect guesses.
"You are right. He tried to catch two birds with one shot," I said.
"He certainly got one," Meera said and then added, "and he got a blowjob from the other one." Her self-deprecating remark made me grin.

Back at home, Meera asked me how did I know about Maithrei's working pattern.
The truth was that I had accompanied Desai to Maithrei's clinic many months ago, where I had met her for the first time. I had to improvise before I could speak about it to Meera.
"Many months ago, when I had to Meet Desai for a work-related need, he asked me to meet in a clinic. It was the first time I met Maithrei. He was seeing her for some anxiety-related problems. Then we saw her with Desai at the restaurant and that's when I realised they were more than what I thought."
"But you didn't tell me about her then."
"I didn't think it was important. She was a nobody."
"She was a nobody? What about now?"
"Now, we both know she's slept with him."

Meera ran into Maithrei again, just after two days.
"She seemed eager to talk to me, especially about Desai," Meera told me about it in the evening. "I asked her if she's still attached to Desai. At first, she didn't tell me. But then I told her that I know about them. Do you know what she told me? That property in the city initially belonged to her husband. When he was struggling to fund the construction halfway, Desai helped him by giving him one crore rupee. That transaction coincides with the time when Desai took back his cash from our house."
"So your theory was right," I said.
Meera nodded and remained silent afterwards.
"What are you thinking, baby?" I asked later.
"She asked me how did I know about her affair with Desai. She wanted to know whether I knew it from Desai or you. It means she was fully aware that you knew about it."

"You are right, Meera. There's something about them that I haven't told you yet." I said. "It was not long ago. Desai had invited me to his house to talk about work-related stuff. Then Maithrei arrived. Desai asked me to hide inside because he didn't want her to see me. I agreed because I thought my presence might embarrass her. I closed myself inside one of the rooms. Desai not only greeted Maithrei at his house but also proceeded to make out with her. He took her to his bedroom and they had sex."
Meera was shocked.
"How? When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why should I tell you about this? It's something that doesn't concern you."
Meera stared at me. She certainly did not like my reply.
"Did you watch them fuck?"
She asked sternly.
"Yes... for a few seconds."
"What do you mean by a few seconds? They fucked for a few seconds or you watched for a few seconds?"
"I watched it for a few seconds, of course."
"Do you think I would believe it?"
" You have to believe it. Why can't you believe it?"
"Did you shag after that?"
"No."
"Another lie."
"Why do you think so?"
"Because I know you. Or you tell me why did you stop watching it after a few seconds?"
"Because I was scared of getting caught. I didn't know what they were doing. I went to have a peep and when I saw it I just ran back to the room. Why would I lie to you about it?"

"Krish, it's not a secret to me that you like to watch. Even if it was me there with Desai, you would have stayed inside and just watched it."
"No, I wouldn't."
I said quickly.
Meera stared at me as if she did not believe it.
"What did you see in there?"
She asked after a momentary silence.
"They were both naked. She was lying in the bed and he was on top of her."
"And they didn't see you. Then how did she know that you knew about it?"
"Mmm... Desai would have told her, I suppose. He's like that. He loves to brag about such things. He has told me that he had sex with six women in the last two years," I revealed as I went with the flow.
Meera's eyes widened.
"Six?"

"Yeah. And he said even though it was sheer luck that he got a chance with you, you were the most memorable among all the woman he has slept with."
Meera looked away in disgust. She blankly stared at the floor.
"You are a moron, Krish. I hate you for this. How do you even sit through this? You have been meeting him regularly. Do you know what? You are the one who kept his memory alive for so long. I know you've been nurturing secret fantasies about him. It's not going to be good, I am warning you."
"What is wrong with you, Meera?" I asked. "You are imagining things and you are getting angry over things in your mind. I honestly told you there have been occasions when I got hard while thinking about it. But it doesn't mean I wanted such things to happen again. You tell me to get rid of Desai from my mind but you are the one overly concerned about him. You have also found reasons to say yes to his coffee and lunch invitations. Yes, they were social events in broad daylight, but you can't digest me meeting him."

My voice had risen and it brought her emotion under control when she spoke afterwards.
"You are right, Krish. I don't want you to meet him. Because I don't want him to find the other side of you. I have always told you that he was pathetic in bed. I told you it was a disappointment. I was lying, Krish. It wasn't entirely true. I was scared to tell you the truth because I didn't want to concede it myself. The truth is that I had enjoyed the night with him. The sex with Desai was good. He knows how to do it. But he could not bring it to the end that we both wanted. He was drunk, and so was I. Maybe that's why he could not finish it. But while doing it he made me feel absorbed by it. Do you know what I mean? Didn't you ask me about Ashish's size? Ashish was like yours. But Desai was different. He has got a bigger one."
"Yeah, I know. I have seen it."

I admitted blatantly. My blood was boiling through my veins as I was finally hearing the truth that I had been seeking for two years.
"I know you must have seen it. There's no point in hiding it." Meera looked straight into my eyes.
"Okay, he's got a bigger dick. So what? Do you think I'll be inferior to him?" My voice was affected by my rising heartbeats.
"No. But I was scared that you'll think he was special. I didn't want you to believe he has the power to lure me to his bed as he wished. Tell me the truth, Krish. If I had told you that I had a truly great night with him, would you have hated him like now?"
"I would be jealous." I tried to force a smile onto my face. "Did you have a truly great night with him?"
"It was a long night. I have told you already."

"But you haven't revealed your true feelings. You hold back despite knowing that you don't have to. I'm always willing to know the truth."
"I know what happened when I told you everything I did with Ashish."
Meera smirked. Her light smile was marking a drastic mood change. She was ready to tease me.
"Meera, we both know we can be more honest with each other," I smiled back at her. "Didn't you have fun telling me about what you did with Ashish?"
She looked down for a moment and then looked up.
"I... I don't want to tell you. I mean... I can't. I don't know how you'd react. Maybe I know exactly how you'd react."
"Stop confusing yourself..." I sat with her on the bed. "I want to hear it from you. He's gone from our life. So it's okay."
"Are you sure of that?"
"Absolutely. Do you think Maithrei isn't talking to him? She needs his presence to run her real estate business and she must have tried to get him back. You can guess what she must have offered him. But he hasn't come back. I believe he has decided to settle down in his hometown."
"But the partnership with Maithrei is just a fraction of his investments," Meera said. "He will come back for them."
"His investments are mostly online. For others, he has other friends too. What I am saying is he cannot have a better reason than Maithrei to come back. Because I have seen what Maithrei can give him."

Meera looked straight into my eyes for a few seconds.
"So you have seen it clearly, right?"
Her voice was much softer.
"Yes."
I nodded.
"When you saw him with her, didn't you think about how he would have done the same to me?"
"Not at the moment, because I was shocked." I said and then added, "but later, I have had thoughts about it."
"Didn't you get angry because I lied to you?"
"I was disappointed. But I then thought you would tell me the truth one day. And I also thought maybe you were telling me the truth only. Desai had confessed to me that he was unable to satisfy you. He has that regret."
"You two are the biggest perverted minds I have ever known," Meera pushed me away with a shy smile. "I wonder why he hasn't told you a detailed version of that night's events."

Her doubt was spot on. Desai had already told me a detailed version of his screwing of my wife.
I began to admit the truth but then I held it back.
"Why don't you give me a detailed version of it? I mean, like how you told me about Ashish?"
Meera bit her lips and gave me a pregnant look.
"And you will get aroused."
"So what?" I shrugged. "Don't you like when I am aroused?"
"But I have loved the fact that you always hated Desai. I don't want to change that."
"Desai is gone. What I think of him doesn't matter now."
Meera shook her head. She looked down and scratched her forehead and then proceeded to put her loose hair strands behind her ear.
"We have wasted a lot of time already, dear. I haven’t even taken bath after the exercise. My sweats have dried."
She was trying to escape. I sat closer and put my arms around her.
"But I am in the right mood to hear it, baby. I'll make dinner today. Tell me, tell me everything he did that night."
My body was already getting warm. I was already anticipating how she was going to tell me how Desai had pumped his monster into her pussy at various angles at various spots in a big apartment. I was dying to hear it from her; word by word.
"Okay," Meera smiled finally. But she didn't look straight into my eyes.
"Where do you want me to start from?"
"Uhm..." I cleared my throat. "From the moment you walked into his apartment. From the moment he kissed you at the door."
A light smile flashed on her Meera's face. "You still remember very much of what I have told you."
"I do," I admitted.
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