Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

For one moment, I wondered if he was okay. Then I gave it a thought and wondered if Desai was actually his employer. It was a distant thought though.
"What is the name of your employer? How do you know Krish is a friend of your employer?" Asked Meera.
"I don't know. His name is Mahesh Kumar. But I know Krish sir must be a friend of him. Please help me keep working here. I will never betray you."
"But Sadashiv, I am not a friend of your employer. What's happening in your agency must be their need."
I said the truth and it disappointed Sadashiv.
"If I could help you, I'm really happy to." I added.

I looked at Meera and laughed after Sadashiv was gone, "What the fuck!"
Meera was equally in disbelief.
"Is Desai a friend of his employer?" She asked.
"No, I think Sadashiv is confused," I opined. "If Desai was friends with the watchmen's employer, he would have told me already. On the same night."
"That's true." Meera nodded. "It has nothing to do with him."
"But whatever is happening, it's happening for our goodness." I opined.
Meera stared at me.
"I'm actually angry, Krish. That idiot Desai is partially responsible for all this. Did he call you even once to know if we were okay? Such a moron, he just walked away and must have had a good night's sleep."
"I asked him to leave. Twice."
"So what? A whole day has passed, and he didn't make a single phone call. He must be celebrating how he had enjoyed having me there."
"So he enjoyed?" I blurted.

Meera looked at me.
"Yes, he did. And I did too."
"Good to hear something about it, at last."
"Krish!" She warned. And then she went on, "Okay. We started with kissing, continuing what we had done in front of you. And then we had sex in the standing position, almost like we had done in his flat last time. It was great sex for me. And I don't think he would be disappointed even a bit. That's all I can share with you. Rest is for you to imagine."
I was stunned at the revelation, even though it was far from what I was longing to listen to.
"I will imagine, for sure." I said.
"But don't go overboard, okay?" She smiled. Her eyes stayed with me for long, making it difficult for me to look away. She was teasing me, and she looked at her sexiest best in that.

After breakfast I decided to talk to Desai.
And I did a video call in Meera's presence.
He was sitting in a blue chair, seemingly in an office.
He's already back to his normal life after fucking my wife and almost fucking up my life. I thought instantly.
"Hi Krish. How are you doing.?" He asked and probably then noticed Meera sitting next to me. "Hi, Meera."
Only a side of her shoulder was visible on the screen. I adjusted the phone to include her in the visual. We were sitting on the sofa.
"Hi," Meera's voice was weak, though still carrying the disbelief. "Are you still in Pune?"
I was surprised that she wanted to know that.
"Well," Desai smiled. "I'm still in Pune. Certain circumstances forced me to change my itinerary."
"Must be some new business deal."
"Kind of. I hope the deal is worth my money."

"I'm not in the mood to discuss how worth your deal is, Susheel." Meera scoffed.
"Meera, no." I interrupted and spoke to Desai. "Do you have friends at Vickey security services? They have shuffled their night watchmen's duty chart. Fernandes is no more working at our building."
"I don't have friends there. That's why I had to buy it." His voice was calm and it took me a moment to grasp what he said.
"What?"
"I bought this company. I'm sitting right there."
He panned the camera across the room he was sitting. It was indeed an office. I saw the agency logo on the wall - the same logo I had seen on Sadashiv's uniform a few moments ago.
There was a computer on the desk in front of Desai, along with some documents, newspapers and landline phones.
I turned my face to see Meera's reaction. She was staring at him, seemingly at loss for words. She had been disappointed that Desai didn't even call me to know about our well-being. But suddenly we were being told that he was busy taking care of us, while we could just pray.
"What did you do, Desai?" I asked as I felt the urge to hear more about it.
"I had met them both, the same night. Sadashiv can be trusted. But the other guy seemed a bit unpredictable. I don't leave things for luck. So I made an effort, had my guys talk to them with ready cash. I had to swallow the whole thing but it's okay. Mr Fernandes won't see you ever again."
"And Sadashiv?"

"He is loyal, but you can decide. You and Meera."
"Let him continue here," said Meera.
"I hope you are okay now. No one can threaten you, not even unintentionally." Desai assured. Even though I felt he was looking at me because he was looking at his camera, I knew he was talking to Meera only.
I looked at her. Her eyes were now shining.
"I thought you ran away. I'm sorry." She said, and her eyes were wet.
"Put your arm around her, Krish." Desai said and my arm went around her almost automatically. "And for me, please tell her everything's gonna be alright."
Meera moved closer to me and allowed me to hug her tighter, and I felt she was letting herself be hugged by Desai.
I was amazed by the connection between them. Meera's head was resting on my shoulder, looking at the man who stole her most intimate emotions on her wedding anniversary night. My dick throbbed within the confinement of my pants, as I witnessed a sort of their reunion.

Finally, we were able to breathe easily and look at each other without guilt and blame.
"So, finally I think it's over." I said and kissed her.
The first time since Desai had her. The first time since Desai pushed his dick into her mouth.
The thoughts crossed my mind and I felt my dick growing further. My kiss grew stronger and placed my palm behind her head and sucked her lips.
Meera pushed me away, eventually.
"Krish..." She looked at me with a sense of disbelief. "Not now!"
She got up and went to the kitchen. I followed her.
"Now our main tension seems neutralised. We can be a little bit excited about the adventure we pulled off, can't we?"
I asked.
"The adventure," Meera smiled. "Your adventure had almost killed me. Let me breathe properly for some time, Krish."
"Do you think it's still not over?"
"It will be over when we feel it's over."
She said.

Later that morning, in the shower, I ended up jerking hard and shooting on the wall, with a silent groan that I imagined like that of a dog.

After an hour, Sadashiv returned to the building and I saw him at the gate. He told me how he had the shock of his life at his office.
"Your friend has bought our agency! How much money does he have?" He asked.
"Just focus on your duty, Sadashiv." I said.

I phoned Desai later and thanked him for helping us. He was on his way to the airport, going back to his hometown.
"So when are we meeting again?" I asked.
"When you're ready to buy my flat," he said and added, "with the cash ready. No bargaining, please."
I laughed. I knew there was no need for bargaining. What remained in my hand after buying Maithrei's flat was going to be enough to buy Desai's flat.

I told Meera about this and she opined that we finish the transaction as early as possible.
"We should shift, Krish. The sooner, the better."

That night we made love. It was great. I remained hard for long and Meera enjoyed a loud orgasm. In my head, it was all about Desai. I saw him letting out a dog-like groan as I shot my load. I kissed her hard enough to make Meera struggle to breathe.
"Did you give him head that night?" I asked when I took a break.
"No."
"No?" I thought she was lying. "But your lips were smudged."
"That's because of the kiss. Told you, it was a quick one, Krish. Didn't have time to give head." She smirked.
"I hope you get the time next time."
I said without thinking.
"What?" Meera was way too shocked. "Wasn't it a one-time event?"
I knew my question was backfired.
"I'm joking, baby."
"I will kill you if you make me do it again."

Even though I didn't realise it at the moment, it was a classic way of her blaming me for everything. But I thought I deserved it. It was more of my fantasy than anyone else's that my wife is fucked by someone who we used to hate.

In the following nights too we had great sex sessions. During the peaks of the pleasure, I begged her to tell me how she felt when Desai pushed her dick into her. But she refused.
"You can imagine, can't you?" She teased me.
Of course, I could imagine.

Monday Meera went to her office as usual. One night I saw her spending long hours preparing a report. I waited for an hour after dinner and slipped into my sleep. When I woke up it was late in the morning. It wasn't a one-off incident.
Before I knew it, the marriage anniversary incident seemed a long-gone memory to Meera. But I was far from it. As the days and nights progressed, my curiosity to know what exactly had happened on the night grew to an extent that it left me frustrated with the lack of kinky sex and Meera's denial to share details. I knew she wanted me to put a halt to the dangerous game and I had no way to express my disappointment.
I found solace in jerking off, letting my imagination run wilder each time.
Meera stopped talking about Desai during this period, and it added fuel to the fire of my frustration.

A week later, Desai phoned me and told me he had a job opportunity for me.
"Krish, I bought the Vickey Security Services only with one purpose; to save us all from the disgrace. I've done what is needed and now the agency looks like a burden to me. Can't call it a burden but it is. It's not an investment that we can invest and sit back, watching where it moves. Someone has to be there to guide it. And there's none suitable and motivated than you in my opinion."
He said and I couldn't understand his intention. As if he read my mind, he added, "I want you to take over the agency."
"I can't buy it. I don't have that much money."
I said.
"You don't have to buy it, Krish. You can be the manager."
"There must be a manager there already."
"There's one, of course. But he is inefficient. That's why they sold it to me so easily. I don't like to sell a property in the loss."
"But I'm inexperienced." I said and quickly raised a list of excuses. "And why me? You can find a better one easily."
"How much experience do you need to run a security agency? And why you - because I'm asking you to play the owner. At least on the ground. On paper, I'll be the owner but I want you to run it like it's yours. And the firm needs to exist to make sure Sadashiv remains loyal to us and help us keep an eye on Fernandes."

"I need to think about it, Desai." I said.
"I have already found a contact who can give you a capsule course on how to run a security service agency. Vickey Security Services has a licence for unarmed security services, so it comes with fewer complications. What I'm saying is, it's an opportunity for you. Don't miss it."
"But what if it doesn't click for me?"
"You take a week's leave from your current job. You can decide after the course."
I felt it was a good option.
"Then I agree." I said.
Desai gave me contact details to join a one-week crash course on how to manage a Security Services Agency.

I thought Meera would be happy that I was becoming the manager of a service firm. But her reaction was exactly the opposite.
"Why did you agree with him? Why do you want to keep him close to you? I'm trying to move on, Krish."
"What are you saying, Meera? He purchased the firm only to help us. So it's our part to help him back. He doesn't have any interest to run it."
"But why you? He can hire anyone easily."
"I told you, he just wants to help us. He thinks it will help us keep an eye on the watchmen."
As I sided completely with Desai, Meera fell silent.

I took a week's leave and underwent the custom made course which involved the basic knowledge about the purpose, tricks and laws involved with the private security firms, along with the management of workforce and finance. As soon as the course was completed, I resigned from my job and took charge as the manager of Vickey Security Services.
The office operated on the rented ground floor of a three-storey building. As I walked into my office, I noticed that it was the same place I had seen Desai during the video call. There was just a handful of staff in the office. The agency had less than twenty assignments. Three trainers who had been appointed to hold regular training sessions on basic combat skills, fire fighting, and other safety measures to the security guards had pending salaries. The salary of guards was prioritised and hence the earlier boss had withheld the trainer's salary partially, due to financial crisis.
Within an hour since getting my ass on the manager's chair, I learnt why the previous owner sold off the property when he saw a box full of cash.
I had no clue how to turn it around. I had learnt how to run a security service on paper but I hadn't learnt how to sail a sinking ship on the sea, I felt.

But everything wasn't as gloomy as it seemed at first. Sadashiv was surprised to see me in the manager's chair. But he said he's happy to see me there because I'm a good person.
"I don't understand things much. My only wish is to forget that night, Krish sir."
He said.
"Let's not talk about that night, Sadashiv. It's better that way. I have one request to you, keep an eye on Fernandes. I don't want him to endanger his life with unwanted discussions."
"Leave it to me, Krish sir. I will remain loyal to you, forever."
I felt good to sit on the chair when he left.

Pawan and Sheetal vacated their flat in the same week. They were heading back to their hometown permanently.
Their move surprised many of the residents. They had announced the sudden move to avoid getting parties and I knew why.
The night before their departure I invited them for dinner but they politely denied, saying they didn't want to disappoint others.
Sheetal got emotional as she said goodbye to Meera. She had come to my house to hug Meera one last time. Watching her from a few feet, I noticed her baby bump.
As she turned to me, wiping her eyes, she saw me looking at her stomach. There was a momentary pause from her side.
I moved forward.
"It's alright. Everything is gonna be alright. Be happy always."
She knew that I was aware of her pregnancy, and she looked at Meera with doubt.
"He knows," Meera said.
"We both know, Sheetal." I said. "It's okay. But it's our secret. Don't let Pawan know, ever."
Sheetal looked down and let out a sigh.
"Okay," she said with her eyes wet. "I will never forget you. But we'll never see again. Bye."
I knew why she was crying. She knew we understood her secret but all of us were unable to speak about it.
Their departure was painful but I was happy that they were leaving the city for good. They were going to have a good life.
She was going to give birth to Harish's child in her hometown, helping Pawan become a father in front of his relatives and neighbours. The thought was devastating until then. But after their departure, I felt Pawan's decision was a brave one.

A few days after I took charge of Vickey Security Services, Desai landed in Pune. He straightaway headed to the agency.
He looked dashing in his signature grey suit. His chin-length hair had become a permanent aspect of his persona.
It was the first time I was meeting him in person since the night he screwed my wife. The thought crossed my mind the moment I saw him, and my throat went dry.
I invited him to my office. Surprisingly he limited all his talk to his purpose of visit; running of the agency.
I also spoke in detail about the current scenario and the immediate challenge of getting rid of the financial crisis. Desai told me that I needed to stay positive.
"You should always look for opportunities. Having a good chair in your office and your ass on it doesn't mean success. Success is not defined by how you run your business. It is defined by how you grow it. The way you sit in this office despite having no prior experience is telling me that my decision isn't a bad one, Krish."
He told me to ask for funds in case I find an idea to improve the agency. I thanked him for having confidence in me.
"I will make it a success, Desai." I said.
I also thanked him for going out of his way to help us.
"We were really worried about those guys. You handled it in ways we couldn't even imagine."
"Krish, it's me who's thankful to you for accepting me as your friend. That night, it was really..." He paused a moment to restart his sentence. "What I did was, yes it may be our combined fantasy, but still, our selection of the occasion and the place were idiotic. It's sheer luck that we didn't damage our name."
"And your special effort."

I added.
"I would like to know, my friend, about your true reaction after I left, that night. I mean, about what happened between me and Meera."
I took a deep breath before I spoke, "honestly, all we could think about was our neighbours learning and talking about the incident. It was scary."
"That's something we've solved. What about now? How do you look at it?"
"Curious." I said. "I still have no idea how it happened. I mean, it was kinda... You know...it was expected. But I didn't think..."
I was at loss for words and Desai smiled.
"We better need a drink to talk about it, don't we?"
"Precisely." I said.
"We'll find an opportunity." He said. "Another day."
As he had another visit scheduled, he wanted to leave soon. That he didn't ask a single thing about Meera made me wonder if he had forgotten her. I felt a bit disheartened by the thought.
Desai asked me to contact a land lawyer who was hired by him to complete the documentation work for the flat sale. He said I was free to move into the flat and make his payment on any day I prefer. I agreed.
Before he left he said he would return to Pune after two weeks.
"I'll spend the whole day for you. We'll have lunch at a nice restaurant. I'm inviting you and Meera." He said.
Finally he showed some interest to meet Meera again. I agreed instantly.
Desai left soon.

That weekend, we decided to move to Desai's flat. We were given dinner by the residents. It was held at the same party hall. Both me and Meera were slightly worried if anyone would throw a hint about our anniversary night secret. But the dinner was completed peacefully. It was a night when we finally confirmed beyond doubt that we were out of trouble. It was a night I remembered Desai gratefully. I was sure Meera had the same feeling.
On Saturday we shifted to the new apartment. The vast space in the flat made it easier to shift and arrange our things. Meera was soon busy planning the purchase of some plants to set up an indoor garden on the balconies.
"We are going to have a shopping spree."
Meera said and I agreed.

I asked Meera about inviting Desai for lunch at our new house since we were not conducting a housewarming function.
She declined, "Let him go, Krish."
I felt disappointed at first but then felt happy that our life was on the right track. Better than ever.
The first day in the flat we were expectedly tired. But it didn't affect the fun we had while having sex. Desai's master bedroom was chosen by us. The moment we hit the bed, we found going hungry for each other. I went down and held nothing back as I licked her pussy for long. She got completely nude and rode me for an equally long stretch. I watched her breasts bouncing in rhythm and begged her to spit into my mouth. She kept me waiting until the last moment. I didn't hold back my pleasure groan as I burst a huge load inside her. The night was great.

Two weeks after I took over Vickey Security Services, there was an incident. One of the housing apartment complexes which was protected by the agency was targeted by two burglars at midnight. But the security guards were able to spot them immediately. A fight and chase ensued and both the burglars were caught. The incident went viral in the locality as it was found that the two burglars were on the run for many months.

Not just that. A journalist was interested to talk to me. I invited him to my office and it became an interview. I showed him around our classrooms and training areas and provided him photos of the physical training of guards. The interview was featured in a Sunday supplement of the local edition of a newspaper. It garnered a lot of public attention for the agency. My photo and Desai's name were printed on the article as the manager and owner of the agency respectively. It brought me quick fame in my new neighbourhoods. I and Meera found ourselves being invited to coffee by many of our neighbours. Everyone seemed to be talking about the security services in the beginning. Even though I soon realised that our neighbours' enthusiasm was amplified by us being an attractive couple, Vickey Security Services hit jackpot with the news article. There was a sudden increase in queries and demand for our guards. I gave the brave guards a cash bonus as appreciation. I smelt an opportunity to turn the agency into success.
With the raising queries, I also decided to recruit more guards and conveyed my plan to Desai. He was ready to help with funds to carry out the plan.
"I had told you, Krish. You have it what makes it click." He said.
I hired a new batch of guards and started training them. I promised the trainers that their dues would be cleared very soon.
The Agency was on its way to success.

The instant success impressed Desai and he phoned me.
"You have grabbed the opportunity with both hands. It's a good sign of your capabilities." He showered praise on me.
"I can only thank you." I said humbly.
"Only saying it won't help anymore, friend. You have to convey it through your action."
"Are you suggesting a dinner or something?"
"Dinner," I heard a giggle from his end, "has a dubious name when it has my involvement. Let's not do that because I wish to include Meera too. She didn't even call me after moving into a new house."
I was embarrassed.
"We were going to invite you once we settled down. And I thought she would appreciate a break from the last dinner with you."
I said.

"Then let's do lunch. I hope it will help us shake the ghost of that dinner night." He suggested. "I suggest lunch at a resort or something. Away from the city's noise. Like we did a long, long ago."
A long long ago. It sent my memories back in time when I had lunch with Desai at a resort. We weren't alone. We were with Ananya. It was the first time he managed to have sex with Ananya.
Is he taking us there again?
This time it could be Meera in place of Ananya.
"I have a business meeting in Mumbai on Monday. If you agree, then I'll come a day earlier."
Desai said again.
I didn't know what to say. I heard Meera's voice in my head. "Let him go, Krish."
I wasn't sure if she was ready to meet him again.
"I will discuss with Meera. I will tell you then, Desai." I said.
I remembered how most of my recent decisions were met with criticism by Meera.
"As you wish. But you'll have to hurry because as I'm seeing there're just a few numbers of tickets left on Sunday morning flights."
"I'll ask and get back to you, Desai. I have to know her schedule."
I wanted to sound like it was about her 'schedule' but in reality, it was her 'consent'. I felt being deprived of the power to say yes and I felt ashamed.

As the phone call ended I had already decided to say yes. I thought it was better not to ask. I hoped I could convince Meera afterwards.
But I wasn't sure what was in Desai's mind. Is he aiming to repeat the old day?
I leaned back on my chair and imagined Meera sitting across a table and looking into his eyes for long. The same eyes which she last faced on our anniversary night. A close look would bring back the memories of that night in her. She would remember being kissed by his thick lips. She would remember her breasts being touched by his hands. The memories of how she had let him invade her intimate pleasures with his masculine power would leave her in a state of mental submission. He would make suggestions to me, make excuses to earn my approval to take her to a nearby room of the resort. And there he would gift her another heavenly experience.
What would I do?
I would find a way to catch the action. I would catch all the action, starting from the little teasing game he usually deploys at the beginning of the date, to the brutal invasion of a married pussy with his monster dick in the end.
I would catch it all.
My dick was hard before a knew. I got up from my chair and proceeded towards the washroom. I was going to fap hard.

But I was denied my share of secret pleasure as my staff told me I had a visitor.
It was my old friend Sam. I hadn't seen him for long.
"Sam, what a surprise."
I said. I was more surprised that he chose to visit me in the office.
"Surprise is mine, Krish." He didn't smile as he spoke. "I'm glad that you've made a name in the town. But wonder what is the cost you had to pay to become manager of Desai's company- an unusual startup for the big guy. Don't you think it's too easy to guess what made him do this all?"
My face darkened in a moment.
"Sam. Mind your business."
"I haven't forgotten how I had told you to mind yours. You warned me, but I didn't listen. And you know what he did to my wife. He replaced me in my wife's bed. Has he done the same to you too?"
I couldn't say a word.
"Come on Krish. I've come to know that you've bought his apartment too. No, he must have gifted it to you."
"Get out of here, Sam."
My voice was stiff.
"I didn't come to humiliate you. But I just wanted to tell you that we are the same. Telling you this on your face just makes me feel better."
He said and walked away.

I was stunned. I remained seated in my chair for long after he left, as I felt being given a reality check.
"You know what he did to my wife. He replaced me in my wife's bed."
His words echoed in my head. I remembered visiting Sam's house once to get a shock of my life as Desai answered the door instead of Sam. He truly had replaced Sam in Ananya's bed. Even in my presence, Desai went on to take Ananya back to her marital bed and I was left to listen to her moans as he screwed her again.
And what did Sam get? He endured the humiliation of his life as he had to see me sitting outside his bedroom while his wife fucked her boss.
"Has he done the same to you too?"

No. Desai hadn't done the same to me. I said in my mind. But he has already taken her, subjected her to the taste of his manliness.
Not only that; he had already started sowing the seeds for another pussy hunting. In the name of a lunch dedicated to the success of his new investment, he would get my wife to look at him submissively. He would make her remember the pleasure of his manhood splitting her pussy lips apart, a centimetre wider than her husband could ever do in his best day. And he would make her long for him to dominate her again, gift her the same pleasure once again.
And it wouldn't stop there. They both would by then have learnt the secret to pushing me aside to turn into a bystander and go on to indulge in those acts without a break. Various positions. Various places. In the resort. In the sugarcane farm. In my bedroom. In my dining hall. Day, night, and evening.
Is it my future?
I asked myself. I heard Sam's voice again.
"I just wanted to tell you that we are the same."
No! I screamed in my head. I'm not going to let it happen. Meera is mine and mine only. She might make a few mistakes but no one can take her away from me. She's not Ananya.

My phone rang again.
It was Desai.
"Did you discuss it with Meera?" He asked. "I'm afraid the fight tickets are about to be sold off."

"You know what he did to my wife. He replaced me in my wife's bed." Sam's words were still in my ears. My mind became blank for a second.

"Krish?"
Desai asked again.
"Yes, Desai. We'll do that lunch."
I said.​