Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

"That man you saw with Meera, his name is Susheel; he's more than a friend. Like a brother to me and my wife. I was also with them. Meera was coming from a long tiring event at work she was tired and felt dizzy. We were walking the road after having coffee. But she forgot her belongings in the cafe so I went back to get them. Susheel was holding her hand to care for her."
"Oh, I am sorry; I always fear the worst at the first sign of anything. I only saw her for a few moments as I was passing by. I am sorry I ended up telling you all this."
"It's okay, Venkat," I said with a smile, cleverly hiding a sense of relief. "I am sure I'll be laughing with my wife over this."

Even though I was quick to make up a story to negate his worry, I knew it was sheer luck that he didn't have the opportunity to see the whole happening.
When I went home I told Meera about it. She was shocked.
"We should be more careful while in public with Desai. Else we'll be giving birth to a lot of unwanted stories." I told her.
For Meera, it took her some time before she believed that Venkat hadn't seen anything.
"Never ever I'll repeat that." She kept assuring herself in the end.

Desai phoned me at work in the morning hours itself.
"Thanks, bro." He said cheerfully. The energy that I had missed in his voice during the past few weeks' phone calls was back. "Thanks for helping me out with your car."
"Helping you out with my car?" I asked.
Desai laughed.
"Ha. Ha. I am just being humble, Krish. I want to thank you for everything. The whole evening was fantastic. I am sorry I had to leave in a hurry and I didn't call you after that because I didn't want to disturb you. I hope you had a fantastic dinner at home."
He stressed the word 'dinner' and I knew what he meant.
"Yeah, I enjoyed the dinner." I said pleasantly and then added, "but I'm sure it wasn't as spectacular as your evening."
"Don't try to fool me, Krish. I know whose evening was spectacular. I've found out what you did in my car."
I was stunned. I thought I had wiped his dashboard clean well. But I quickly realised it wasn't simply enough. I was also in a hurry.
"What did you find out?"
"My car was full of your drops. But I'm not offended, my friend. Because after all, it was for a good cause. I loved the fact that you were able to enjoy the evening."

I was embarrassed. But being caught masturbating was not a new thing in my life.
"The sound you were causing my wife to make was too much for me to handle, man. I didn't even have to touch myself, I swear. I didn't have the place to manage as you did."
'Well, I didn't have that luxury as well."
Desai said.
"I didn't think you would take it that far. I thought you would share a couple of kisses and some other fun, but you took us by surprise."
"I wouldn't have tried it unless I hadn't heard from you about her fantasy of making out on a car. So I thought why not go for it? There couldn't be a better opportunity. And it clicked. Meera was just fire. Did she take the pill?"
"She did."
"When should I come next?"
His sudden query made me struggle to respond.
"Uhh...What do I say?"
"I couldn't give her a peak. So I'm going to have to meet her sooner than usual."
He was now making plans. I could sense a hurry in his voice.
"Are you going to let me watch?"
I asked, very well aware that my question meant giving consent.
"Making such a promise at this stage would be immature. Meera isn't ready yet."
Desai said.

"When are you planning to visit?"
"I would like to visit within a week. One of my friends has launched a hotel in Pune. A luxurious one. He's been boasting about it. I'm gonna make a visit else I'll have to mur*er him to stop his torture. So I'll be visiting soon. I'll drop down at your place for dinner if you give me an invitation."
"I know you're no more waiting for an invitation."
"I hope Meera won't kick me out of the house for silly reasons."
He said and I laughed.
"You can do anything, Desai. But please don't mess with her."
When the conversation ended, I was beaming with a thrill. Within a week.
He was going to visit us within a week. I was already having visions of him walking into my bedroom with my wife, with his arm around her. I foresaw Meera holding him close yet in a submissive way.
I leaned back on my chair and closed my eyes and tried to imagine her moans and screams that I was going to hear after that, and they were all intense. I knew I was going to enjoy it.

That evening when I met Meera at home, I again thought about the upcoming night when she would become Desai's property once again. I looked at our marital bed and the only thing I could think about was my wife lying in there completely naked, and ready to fulfil every desire of Susheel Desai.
After dinner when we hit the bed, I wanted Meera to share about the last night.
But Meera refused.

She reached between my legs to find my erection and quipped, "You are already up. You don't need to hear my story, baby."
"Please, I deserve to know what happened in that car," I begged.
Meera had started rubbing my dick over the clothes. I felt she was trying to distract me.
For one moment, I felt an urge to reveal that I already knew everything that happened in the car. But I stopped myself. I knew it would fetch unwanted consequences.
So I tried to reason with her.
"Meera, it's now obvious what we want to do in our life. We have shared our fantasies and we have fulfilled all our fantasies. About yesterday's incident, it's clear what happened. And I was waiting at a few metres distance. So what's there to hide from me?"
Meera took her hand off me and smiled at me.
"Krish, you already know what I can let you know. Knowing anything more about it would no more be fun. It would be dangerous."
"But how?"

"Krish, please. It's my request."
"But tell me what are you scared of?"
"Krish, this is the maximum I can do," Meera said thoughtfully. "I don't want you to seek more pleasure from it. I'm scared about the future...our future."
I was now beginning to feel that she had a big secret to tell me.
"What is it that you are scared of? I just want to know that." I insisted.
"I'm scared that you'll go for more. Yes, we have done everything. But I fear there may be many things you would want to try out. There could be many levels higher than what we can take."
"Such as?" I looked at her. "What level is that?"
"I don't know. I don't want to tell you." She said and we sat in silence for a minute. And then she went on, "there is no end to your fantasies, Krish. To be honest, I am scared of the unknown. We all are scared of the unknown, aren't we? I am scared about your fantasies being fulfilled completely and after that, you lose the sense of satisfaction. I am scared that you will seek more."
"But what is bigger than what we are doing?" I wondered.
Meera didn't have the answer. Perhaps she knew the answer but she chose not to tell me, for the fear of giving me new ideas.
Meera waited for a few minutes and then turned to me.

"Are you disappointed, baby?"
"Saying otherwise would be lying," I said. "But I can see you are trying to keep things under control. So, it's okay. And I know there's no need to jump into anything. Things will go on like this for a while. Especially your man is already planning to make a comeback."
I saw Meera's eyes shining at the revelation.
"Have you spoken to him?"
I was slightly surprised that Desai hadn't tried to phone her throughout the day.
"Yeah, he thanked me for letting me fuck my wife."
Meera laughed and pushed me away, only to lie on my chest.
"Tell me, what did he tell you?"
"He said he could not give you an orgasm yesterday."
Meera was shy and smiling all the way. And she was beautiful.
"He must be regretting it. So I guess it would be happening within a few days. You and him, in this very bed of ours..."
My dick was getting harder as I spoke looking at her eyes. I knew Meera could sense it, but I wasn't afraid. In fact, I wanted her to know how thrilled I was.

"In a few days?" Meera's reaction was far from shocked.
I grabbed her face and kissed her.
"Yes," I whispered. "In a few days."
"But not so soon," Meera said. "Only after Tuesday."
I was slightly surprised.
"What will happen after Tuesday?"
Meera smiled, "I will be on my safe days after that."
"Oh." I was stunned. "So you want him to fill you with his juice."
I felt I could not be dirtier than that.
"Don't you want him to fill your wife like that, baby?"
Meera was just fire. I remembered Desai's words and realised how true they were.
"Do you love me if I tell you I'd love that?"

"I love you always," Meera said and kissed me. I took my sweet time enjoying it before I spoke again.
"Desai told me he's going to visit Pune to have a review of a hotel his friend has launched. After that he's coming to our place for dinner," I said. "But I know it's just an excuse. The moment he walks into this house, the moment he sees you, he would be pulling you to him. And he will kiss you right in front of me. He will grab your ass and tell you how much he missed putting his mouth between them. And he will take you to this room straightaway."
Meera's eyes were burning with desire.
"I can't believe how much you've grown into this." She said. "But I'm starting to love it."
"You'll love it more."

"So you'll just watch him take me to the room?"
"I would love to watch him making love to you, to be honest."
"I know that, my cucky hubby. But you can't do that. Not allowed."
"What if I beg you for that? Please let me."
"No. I am not going to be impressed by your begging."
"What else can I do to impress you?"
"There is nothing."
"Please. There must be something."
"Not in my mind."
"Can I suggest something?"
"Mmm...I know what's in your mind."
"Tell me."
Meera pinched my cheek. "You have sunk into this cuckold fantasy. Very deep. Yesterday you wanted to eat me, didn't you? The thought has started to grow in your head. You are not going to stop it."

"Speaking clearly would be more fun."
I quipped.
"You want to eat me after I slept with him? You think you can impress me like that."
"Will you be impressed by that?"
"No."
"But yesterday you said..."
"I told you. This is in your mind."
"I'm not going to hide what's in my mind."
"But your wish is way over the line. Can you imagine what you are suggesting? You are saying you want to taste his juice from my..."
"No. I don't want that." I said quickly. "I suggest you have protected sex."
Meera stared at me for a second.
"Protected sex?"
"But after you hit your orgasm."

Meera looked at me in disbelief. Slowly she blossomed into a smile.
"So you want to taste my juice?"
"Are you impressed with my wish now?"
Meera giggled.
"But you'll still have the taste of his...I mean, the condom."
"What taste does it have?"
I wondered.
"Okay. I'll tell him to use a flavoured one."
"Are you gonna ask him that?"
"Why?"
"What are you gonna tell him? Buy a flavoured one because your husband wants to taste it?"
Meera laughed.
"You are insanely creative. Why don't you just buy one for yourself and use it with me, and then taste it?"
"That's pretty boring."
"Yeah, I have a hunch that you think having normal sex with me is boring."
"It is not. But I agree, some things are more satisfying than normal sex. Like everything else."
"We'll think about it later. For now, let him visit only after Tuesday."
"You don't want him to use rubber next time?"
"Not me." Meera shook her head. "Him. I'm sure he wouldn't want to wear a condom next time."
"Okay, so I ask him to come on Wednesday?"
"Don't invite him. Just tell him not to visit before Wednesday."

"Yes, ma'am,"
I said.
We lay a few moments in bed without making a move on each other.
"We are not going to have it tonight, are we?" Meera asked after a while.
"Why?"
"I have a hunch." She smiled. "That you are going to leave me untouched for him."
I was surprised by her thought process. It hadn't crossed my mind until then. But then, suddenly I was rooting for it.
"It won't be many days."
I said.

"You know what you are saying? You are keeping your wife hungry for sex...making her desperate for a man... and that is Susheel..."
"The next time..." I said with a teasing smile. "...the next time I know it's going to be a big event. He's gonna give you a lot of pleasure. He's gonna come prepared and I want you to match him every way."
"You are his biggest worshipper," Meera said.
I just laughed.
One thing was no more a secret between us. That we both wanted Desai to visit us as soon as possible. And Desai was fully aware that he had never been in such a welcome ambience in our life.

Monday at noon Desai phoned me and seeing his call was enough to cause my heart beat faster. I thought he was going to tell me when he was planning to land in Pune.

However, he wanted to talk about his earlier plan to open a branch for Vickey Services Agency in Mumbai.
He was suggesting that we move things a little faster as the Maithrei's building had completed construction.
But I was hesitant.
I decided to be honest with Desai and told him that Meera didn't want me to work under him.
"She didn't want me to look at you like you are my boss. You know why this matters to her. I too share the same opinion, because of the twist and turns we've had recently. So I was thinking about quitting, Desai."
I said.

Desai was surprised, as expected.
"I know I should have told you earlier. But I was just thinking about how not to hurt my staff. The guys, their lives depend on this. I was going to request you to find a replacement for me. I tried from my capacity but failed. It's over to you, Desai." I added.
"No," Desai said quickly. "From my side, it's a no, Krish. You've been wonderful as the manager. Just look at the growth of the company, dude. You've not only turned it into a business but also forced me to plan a lot. You know Krish, my plan was never to own your agency. I bought it because of you, and I wanted to take it. I plan to make you the sole owner of it."
I was stunned.

"Desai... Come on..." I tried to speak but Desai went on.
"When you open the Mumbai branch, I will take it. The Pune branch will be yours only."
"But..." I interrupted him. "Why are interested in keeping such a small business?"
I heard him taking a deep breath at the other end of the phone.
"Krish, do you know what's the biggest joy in the world?"
I pretended to think for a few seconds as I knew I wouldn't be able to match the answer he already had in his mind.
"No," I said.
"The biggest joy in this world is planting a small seed and nurturing its sapling and watching it become a big tree."
His reply brought a smile to my face. I couldn't disagree.
Indeed, it is the biggest joy in the world.

"I know how much effort you've taken to grow that little security agency into what it is now. It may look like a struggle but if you look closer, you will understand that it was one of the most satisfying things you've accomplished in your life."
"You are right, Desai."
"I'm damn right, Krish. So listen to me. You are becoming the sole owner of Vicky Security Services. I have given my word to Maithrei about starting my business in her new building. You are going there. I'm not looking to launch another branch of Vickey Security Services, but a new and bigger one. I need you to set it up, like acquiring all the necessary permissions and licenses. You've got the expertise to do that."

"Okay." I agreed. There was no other way.
"What will I have to do immediately?"
I asked.
"You will have to go to Mumbai. You can take Maithrei along."
"It will take many days."
"You can take as long as you want."
"And Meera?"
"You can leave her with me." Desai laughed and then added, "of course, you can take her along if you want to, my bro."
I laughed too.
"I thought you were serious."
I said.
"I wish I could be," Desai revealed. "In fact, I wish to take Meera to Shimoga. Possibly the next mango season. I want to take a walk with her to my mango farms."
There he was. Talking about my wife.
"I haven't forgotten about when you took her for a walk along the road. Her cries are still in my ears."

"I will let you listen to her while walking through my mango farms."
"When are you going to let me watch?"
"When you ask."
"I'm asking," I said. My heart was beating faster again.
"What's your offer?"
"Come on... I'm letting you..."
"Don't kill the fun okay." Desai interrupted me. "Give me an offer."
"You tell me. What do you want me to do for you so that I can watch you screw my wife, live?"
I said sarcastically.
"Mmm... I will take her on a trip."
Desai said.
"What!" I was surprised. "Where?"
"To a foreign country where I can take her to a beach. Just Meera and me. I want to lie down on the sand and watch her walking toward me with her lovely smile. I want her to lie next to me and let me hold her. I want to make love to her, lying on the sands."
Desai was in full swing, revealing his dreams.
"Desai. You're killing me with your dreams."
I said.
"Your dream is killing me too, Krish. Asking Meera to let you watch means I'll have to risk a lot. I haven't forgotten the pain of Meera's wrath, dear."
I laughed, "but she has welcomed you with both hands, hasn't she?"

"Not completely. There's more on that."
"Well, when are you coming over?"
"Tomorrow, if you say yes."
"Meera said only after Tuesday."
I revealed.
"Why?"
"You'll know when you come."
"I'm coming on Wednesday, then. I can't wait for another day."
My heart skipped a beating.
Wednesday. Wednesday it is.
"Wednesday. Okay."
I said.
"But don't tell Meera," Desai said.
"Why?"
"Just to surprise her." He said. "She shouldn't know that she's my dinner on Wednesday."
My heart nearly stopped this time.
His dinner.
My wife was going to be his dinner on Wednesday.
My dick was a rock already. When I ended the phone call, I quickly locked the door and returned to my chair, only to pull out my length. The tip was already wet. I opened the front button of my pants to free it up further and started shagging. Meera's cries and moans were filling my head again.
“Fuck me, Susheel... Aaah…huh... Aaah... aah... Ahh... Aaah...”

Imaginary visuals of Meera crying with the pleasure of being taken to heaven started filling my mind. The desire to see it with my real eyes was peaking. I grabbed the mouse on my desk and hurriedly surfed the computer to find the CCTV recording I had found the other day. I had kept the recording copied in a separate folder for convenience. I played it and visuals of Nidhi making love to her boyfriend Sundeep in my car filled the computer monitor. With my throbbing dick in one hand, I skipped the video to the part where the only visual of Nidhi was her feet in the air. Sundeep was fucking her and I imagined it was Desai fucking Meera.
Her moans returned to my head once again, this time more intense. I jerked faster and spurted a huge load on the floor. It was a mess, but it was not a new thing to me.

In four days, I had learnt one thing. Meera's decision to part ways with Desai had done more favour to him than we could imagine. We had not only welcomed him back into our fantasies and life, but we had also let him grow into our hearts and skin so deeply that we were waiting for his next showing. I had already let him have sex with my wife but I was dying to let him repeat that. And this time I was ready to let him do anything he wanted and there was no subtleness in expressing my desire to him or her.
In other words, I was becoming a slave to my desire. A part of my mind had started showing signs to become his slave as well.

When I went home I did not tell Meera about Desai's plan to visit on Wednesday. As he said, I too felt she shouldn't know that she was going to be his dinner.
Tuesday was the slowest day in my life as I waited for Wednesday.

Maithrei phoned me and asked me to plan our visit to Mumbai. She suggested we took a cab together.
"I hope you'd enjoy sharing a cab with me." She said.
It was the first time in many months when we were speaking. I wondered if she was thinking about making it into a romantic trip.
"I'd surely enjoy, Maithrei," I replied.

In the night I told Meera about Desai's decision to transfer the ownership of Vickey Security Services to me, as a reward for setting up his firm in Mumbai.
"I'll have to work in Mumbai for many days for that. We can go together and spend a good time there." I suggested.
"Are you crazy?" Meera asked. "You'd be very busy visiting government offices seeking permissions and applying for licences. And also hiring teams to set up offices, and ad agencies, even buying your vehicles and getting them painted according to your agency's theme. I can already see you running short of time to finalise your staff's uniform pattern. It's not an IT firm that you are starting. It's a security services agency and Susheel would be planning to launch it as if it's one of the best in the city. He's a man who wouldn't settle for mediocre. I'm sure it’ll take a month at least and you think I'll find time to chill with you that many days?"

I was stunned by the quickness of her calculations. I had been making a list of things to do in Mumbai for the last 36 hours to set up the agency and Meera had thought up all of them in an instant. I could only watch her mouth in awe.
"What are you staring at me?" Meera asked. "Don't be disappointed that I'm not coming, baby."
She sat with me on the sofa and caressed my face. "After you set up all this, we'll surely have a vacation. You'll be the boss in your office so you can decide. We won't go to a busy place like Mumbai. We'll find a foreign country where we can spend a few days... enjoy some serene scenes by the river or sea."
As she mentioned spending time by the sea in a foreign country, Desai's words came to my mind.
"To a foreign country where I can take her to a beach. Just Meera and me. I want to lie down on the sand and watch her walking toward me with her lovely smile. I want her to lie next to me and let me hold her. I want to make love to her, lying on the sands."
I wondered if he was the one going to fulfil Meera's dream once again. This time it didn't thrill me.

In the night when I went to sleep, I closed my eyes and thought about the possibility of Desai taking Meera to a foreign country. He would promise to bring her back to me, for sure. But what if he didn't? I had no plan to give in to his dream but I still thought about the aftermath of such an event. I kept pondering the possibility of Desai convincing Meera to continue to stay with him, in that unknown foreign city. My thoughts were stupid but equally dreadful.

In the middle of all these thoughts, I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was Wednesday.
The first thing I thought after waking up was about the night.
Tonight, Desai is going to be here.
Either in my room or the other room, Desai would be sleeping with my wife. And this time, I would not need him to secretly phone me. I was sure I would be listening to their lovemaking from the hall itself.
"What are you day dreaming, mister?" I heard Meera asking me. She was standing next to the bed and watching me.
"I was thinking about the dinner," I said. "Dinner with Desai."
Meera giggled.
"I knew you were thinking about it. It's the only thing you can think about until it's over."
"Which room it will be?"
I asked.
"Shut up and go to your gym," Meera instructed with a serious face. But I could see she was faking that face. I could clearly see she was also thrilled about the night.

It happened to be a busy day in the morning with a couple of enquiries turning into serious proposals. It was a fruitful day. At noon, I thought it was a bright day.

At around 4 pm Nidhi entered my office with a shy smile.
"Are you busy, Krish sir?"
It took me one second to know why she was smiling.
"I know why you're smiling, girl." I said.
Nidhi bit her lips.
"You have a date?" I asked.
"Sort of."
She said.
"Promise me you won't spoil my car seat."
I said and placed my car key on the desk.
"I'll get it cleaned." She retorted.
"By Sundeep?"
"By Sundeep." She giggled and grabbed the key. "Without you sir, I'd have died a virgin."
I was astonished by her audacity to talk like that.
"How many times would you lose your virginity?"
I asked.
"This time I'll tell him to do it properly."
She said and ran away with the key.
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