Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

Nidhi spent an hour with me. She was able to overcome the initial gloominess with our lighthearted conversation.
When she began to leave I asked when she would visit again.
"My days are going to be boring when Meera starts going to her office."
I said.
"I will be very happy to visit regularly, sir."
She said with a smile which looked energetic by then.

As I waited for Desai and Meera to return from the railway station, I mulled asking Desai to visit my office on Monday. When they came back, I spoke to him.
And he said he was already thinking about it.
"It will be helpful to see how things work there," He said. "Because now I’ll have to set up the Mumbai office myself. I’ll try to teach myself from your office."
"You should also try to find someone who can take over now, permanently."
I said.
Desai shook his head, "No. I'm just going to have a feel of what it is and how it is. But finding a permanent replacement for you is not on my table. Vickey Security Services is going to be in your able hands. I'm going to initiate the transfer of the ownership of the company to you."
And he also said he was going to shift to a hotel once I got discharged from the hospital.
"How many days are you going to be in Pune?" I asked.
"Till the weekend, I guess."
"Then why don't you stay with us?" I suggested. I said it in a flow but I quickly reasoned to myself that it would help me observe his interaction with my wife.
Desai looked at me for a second.
"Are you sure?"
He had changed his decision already.

The next day I had a couple of unexpected visitors. The first one was Maithrei. Both me and Meera were surprised alike when she suddenly walked into the room.
It was our first meeting in many months. Wearing a blue saree, Maithrei looked like she had gained some weight since the last time I saw her. Meera was quick to welcome her with a hug.
However, in the middle of a light conversation with her when Desai suddenly walked into the room, Meera simply forgot the joke she was sharing. She quickly managed to divert her attention to Desai but not before I noticed.
"Wow, we have guests," Desai said.
"It seems you're gonna be here for a while," Maithrei said while forwarding her hand to him. "Is there going to be a party or something?"
"I did party when I left for Shimoga. Partying while coming back here would make people say Shimoga wasn't fun enough. I won't do that."
"You always speak very highly of Shimoga. Take me there for once, first."
"You are always welcome to Shimoga."
"I have noted that down, deep down in my heart, Mr Susheel."
Maithrei's willingness to flirt with him was evident from her nonstop smile. Both me and Meera were engrossed in their conversation for a moment.

When Maithrei left, Meera was quick to tease Desai about his friendship with her.
"I thought you forgot us for a while. Many things in the past are coming to my mind. I am sure there would be unforgettable memories for you too."
"Good things can happen in your life." Desai smiled. "But there are great things too. No one can challenge that."
"And how do you define the good things and the great things, mister?"

"I know you are well experienced to differentiate them yourself." Desai looked deep into her eyes and waited for a second. "And if you think you aren't, then I'd like to make you."
Meera was lost in his eyes for a few seconds, making me burn with jealousy.
"Flirting with me when my husband is lying in bed? Are you here to help him or not?”
She asked.
“I'm helping. But no man can stop a wild storm.”
Meera laughed.
“I am a wild storm?”
“You are everything wild when you want. I'm just a servant.”
“Too much flirting happening here.”
Meera said and turned away.
I thought if she hadn't turned away, they might have ended up kissing.
The thought was unsettling. My wife and her lover kissing and someone walking into the room and catching me watching it. For a few minutes, I pondered about telling Meera to keep calm and then let go of it.

An hour later, another unexpected person walked into the room. It was Ananya.
I was surprised to see her but she was even more shocked to see Desai.
She stood there and stared at him.
"Hi, Ananya. Come in."
Desai invited her nonchalantly.
Ananya walked in and hugged Meera first and smiled at me.
"How are you now, Krish?"
The shock of having to face Desai unexpectedly didn't go away from her face. Even when she sat on a chair next to me and chatted with me, I caught her many times stealing glimpses of Desai and watching him through the corner of her eyes.
When I narrated how I fell from the balcony and how Desai interfered to help me in getting speedy treatment at the hospital, Ananya looked at him and found a chance to smile at him in a friendly manner. Suddenly her hostile mood was gone. I felt she was letting the overwhelming effect of running into him sink in.
Meera too was watching all this.

"It looks like it's you have a busy day," Meera said when Ananya left. "Everyone who walks through that door happened to be your old friends. Is there anyone else to come?"
"She was more of your friend than mine." Desai quipped and looked at me. "Wasn't she, Krish?"
"My wife is jealous. Don't mind." I said casually, making Meera's face red.
"I'm not jealous."
She said.
"Doesn't it feel good when our old friends come to meet us, even though the reason is painful? So there's something positive about Krish's accident."
Desai said.
"But I think the more you stay in Pune, the more often you'd be running into women from your past," Meera said. "Are you sure you'll keep yourself from meeting them?"
Desai smiled at her.
"They don't know this new me. They only know the old Desai."
"The old Desai and new Desai... as far as I know there are things that are common for both... and I am sure those ladies are fond of those things."
"It doesn't affect me. Not anymore."
Desai said.

Even though Maithrei's and Ananya's visits eased the tension from Meera's mind for the first time after my accident, I felt Meera did not enjoy Desai's presence during their visit. She was careful not to be seen as jealous, but I felt she was keen to tease Desai about his past with both women. On any other day, I would have loved to flirt with them both a bit because I was lying in bed without having anything to do. But Meera's reaction had averted my thought process and made me wonder if Meera would turn warm toward Desai after that.
In the evening, when I woke up from a nap I couldn't see both my wife and Desai in the room. I phoned Meera and she said she was taking a walk.
When she returned, she was alone.

"Where is Desai?"
I asked.
"He went for a walk. He was with me, telling me that he was responsible for what happened to you." Meera sat with me and ran her fingers through my hair. "But I know it’s me who’s responsible for it. I shouldn’t have left you to suffer."
Meera's face was gloomy. I smiled at her and told her not to worry too much about it.
"The more you try to take the blame for it, the more guilty I would become. Do you want that?"
She shook her head.
"No. That's not what I want. I am sorry.”

When she left for home with Desai in the night, I found my old worries coming back. It was evident that they had become closer than ever since my accident. Even though they both had promised me that they would adopt self-control until I recovered, I knew they could easily break all those promises with the ease of breaking a match stick. They could celebrate a wild night in my bed at home, and in the morning they could pretend otherwise.
The visual of Meera opening her mouth in pleasure when Desai pushed his dick into her in the bathroom the other day kept flashing in my head. It didn't take much longer before I started imagining her lying on the bed with her legs parted, welcoming Desai's fully-grown dick into her pussy. My dick became hard and I wished I could release the pressure by shagging. But there was no way.
In the night when a nurse came to check me, the bulge between my legs was quite visible, despite being covered by the bedsheet. I kept my eyes closed to hide my embarrassment. Having an erection was not the reason for my embarrassment. But my inability to do anything about it was.

I was discharged from the hospital on Monday morning. As we were packing our things, Parvati walked in. She had come to see me.
"I thought I wouldn't get out before a week. But I could not sit there." She said.
I looked her in the eyes and smiled. "I'm deeply moved by this."
Parvati helped Meera carry my belongings to the parking. It was a short visit as we left for home soon. However, Parvati took our residential address and promised me that she would visit again.

At home, I insisted that I be shifted to our master bedroom. Meera had bought a pair of underarm crutches for me.
"The crutches are not for now," Meera told me. "You'll have to rest for a week before you can use them."
The pain in my limbs was anyway not making me feel the need to try them on any time soon. I continued to lie on the bed for the rest of the day.

Desai went to my office after I was shifted. Meera too decided to start going to her office from Tuesday. She had found a caretaker for me. It was a woman who lived in a nearby place. The woman would visit three times a day for an hour each to take care of me. At 11 am, 1 pm, and 4 pm. She was granted access to open the front door by adding her fingerprints to the biometric security system.
Desai had suggested hiring a full-time home nurse. But I didn't like it.
"I don't want to keep lying here for long, Desai. I want to feel the itch to get up as soon as possible."
I said.
He said it's wise thinking.

When Desai returned from the office, he said is not as easy as I made it look. He said he was going to stay in Pune for a week or two while he was transferring the ownership to me and learning how the company worked. He was going to shift to a hotel suite.
Meera asked me if we could ask Desai to stay with us because he was there for us.
I couldn’t disagree. We both felt it was our basic curtsey to offer him a chance to be with us.
And when we asked Desai, he happily agreed.
And I was suddenly finding a sense of satisfaction in keeping him waiting for it, just like me.

In the night when the dinner was ready, Meera brought it to my room and we all had dinner there. But when it was time to sleep, Meera said she would sleep in the other room.
"I want you to have a peaceful night, dear."
Her decision had me doubting whether she was making up an excuse to meet Desai later in the night. I regretted not drilling holes in the door of the third room, where Desai was sleeping. In the night I lay awake for a long, being extra alert for any noise of any door opening. But there was none.

In the morning, Meera became ready to leave for work, after having breakfast with me and Desai in my room.
Meera wore a white shirt and black pants to the office. It was the first time she was dressing up properly since my accident. I couldn't take my eyes off her when she came to say bye. The lines of her bra straps were visible through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"Watch your eyes, Krish, and stay good till I come back," Meera warned with a smile before leaving.

Desai was going to leave in half an hour after Meera's leaving. He had brought his car even though I had asked him to use mine.
He came to me, dressed up to leave soon after.
"Are you going to be okay, Krish?" He asked.
"I am okay," I said. "I was wondering how you are managing."
"What do you mean?"
"I was wondering how you are practising self-control these days."
Desai laughed.
"It's tough, yes. I thought it was impossible, but a promise is a promise. I'll have to keep it." He sat on the chair next to my bed. "I'm just praying for your speedy recovery."
I didn't get it at first.
"What has my recovery got to do with that?"
"Meera has made it clear, dude. I'll sleep alone till you've recovered and have slept with her again."
I laughed.

"She's very stubborn. Can't help."
"I know she's a bit shaken by the incident. But sometimes I feel I'm lucky that I can help her. I have tortured you guys in the past. This could be my chance for redemption. I am content with the opportunity to help. But still, I would be lying if I told you I am not longing for her affection. I haven't even got a kiss from her since that night."
I smiled.
"Are you jealous because I'm getting a lot of her care and...soft kisses too?"
"I am not jealous. I am hungry for her. You know that, don't you? I am just waiting for the day you walk on your feet and make love to her. And after that..."
He paused.
"After that?"
I asked.
Desai's eyes shone as I encouraged him to talk.
"After that, she's not going to come back for a whole night. You'll hear her screaming with pleasure. You want me to do that, don't you?"
"You are making me desperate with such statements," I admitted.
"We are unbelievably in sync with each other, Krish. We are more than brothers. I want to share with you every thought process I have about Meera. I want you to know every bits of details about the moments I spend with her."
My body was becoming warm.

"Are you going to let me hide in the room when you make out with Meera?"
"No, I would rather like you to sit on a chair in that room. And when I shove my cock into her pussy, I want you to pleasure yourself. Meera should be very shy, but she's gonna enjoy that night."
I was not able to speak for a moment. I was already imagining myself sitting in the chair Desai was sitting, watching him push his dick deep into my wife's pussy, making her cry in pleasure.
"Would do love to do that, Krish?" Desai asked.
"But, will Meera be okay with that?"
"I'll make her. She's thrilled about the fact that you can jerk whenever I'm with her, so I guess she will enjoy it if you are watching her."
"It's gonna take a while to get there." I sighed. I was itching to touch myself. "I wonder how you are going to live peacefully here, hiding all these fantasies."

"But my situation is far better than yours. Because my hands are free."
"My hand is free too. I'm just waiting for you to leave. I'm itching, actually." I said boldly and raised my left hand.
"Oh, really? What are you going to imagine while jerking off?"
"Imagination....can be anything."
"Do you wanna know about my shower sex with Meera the other day?"
I suddenly knew why he was there. He wanted to tell me how he had screwed my wife that day.
"If you have time, tell me."
"I'd prefer having a drink before telling you all. But no, my next drink will be with you, when you are ready."

He said.
I asked him to help me sit up on the bed, leaning back on the head side.
When I became comfortable, he began to tell me all about that night.
"Just thinking about it would make me hard, even today. Imagine, what a dream moment it was then. When I was at the hotel suite with her, I was just waiting for my time to come. It's not that I didn't enjoy the social moments with her. They were great too. But the moment I was here and you gave me the hint that you are dying to let it happen, I felt like it would be a crime if I waited for another moment. That's why I ran to Meera and wanted to join Meera in the shower. I didn't go there to take a shower, for sure."
Desai looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath, thoughtfully. I sat with a coy smile.

He went on.
"My confidence when I walked towards her bathroom was that she likes when I give her surprises. So I removed all my clothes before knocking on that bathroom door. Meera hesitated a bit, not even sure if it was you or me who was knocking on the door, let alone aware of my surprise. When I said I wanted to join her, she said she has finished her bath. I had to talk her into finally opening it, and she was smiling all the way. I was fully naked. She had a bath towel around her body, wrapping it above her breasts. But she looked amazingly beautiful. I couldn't help but stare at her, and admire her beauty for a moment. She called me shameless. Yes, I was. I asked if I was welcome. She asked me if I was out of my mind.

I said I have taken permission from your husband and since he's clearly told me I can be with you only when he's present in the house, this is perfectly okay.
She laughed, "did you ask him if you could bathe with me?"
"I told him I am going to join you. What were you doing?"
"I was taking a bath. And I have finished. Can't you take bath yourself?" she asked, still laughing.
"I hate to do things alone when I have better options."
I said.

I didn't wait before I entered the bathroom. I closed the door and pulled her close to me and straightaway went for a kiss.
All her pretence of being shocked and offended ended in a second. She opened her mouth to welcome my greed. It was a full-blown kiss, which I had been longing for a week, Krish. You can guess how thirsty I would have become. Even in the hotel room, she hadn't let me kiss. I hadn't tried too. Because she had clearly told me she's coming with me with the expectation of you joining us there. And when you didn't pick up our calls at all, she had warned me 'no funny business in the hotel', before she stepped out of my car. And this is in my character that I give her a word, and I will fulfil it. But there was still some form of intimacy there, I told you about the little fight we had for the bean bag. So you can guess how much I was longing for a touch from her. Just standing in front of her, with my body fully naked, was enough to make me hard like a rock. And I was proud of it. I was presenting myself to her. Every bit of my longing was expressed through that kiss. You won't believe it, but these are the moment when I feel jealous of you. Because even when I was sucking her tongue, I was thinking about you being given the sole right to have her spit her saliva into your mouth. Krish, one day I am going to get her spit into my mouth too. It's one of my greatest desire. I hope I am not offending you by making this wish. But my jealousy was driving me crazy there. I was opening my mouth wider and she was pushing her tongue and entire mouth into my mouth. When we took a break, she said she knew that my intention was very dirty.

"I'll have to take a bath again." She said.
I opened the knot of her bath towel and removed it. She was fully naked. Oh my god. In the car, I had to open my eyes more than I could to see her beauty. Here in the bathroom, she was standing in the full light, fully naked. Her gorgeous body and charming smile, her eyes, no words can describe them. My arms went around her, but not to hug her tightly. This time I bent down to suck her breasts. She was waiting for me. She had started to make noises, calling my name. She leaned against the wall and I went down and almost knelt in front of her. She put her right thigh over my shoulder when I started licking her pussy. It was moist from her fresh bath. I licked it all and made it wet with my saliva. I looked up and said how I'd like to make her cum.
"Many times. Starting from now." I said.
She didn't smile at me.
"Do it now, Susheel. I was waiting for you."
Her facial expression told me how much she had been longing for me. I asked her if she had sex with you after Thursday.

"Didn't Krish tell you?"
She asked.
She was looking down straight into my eyes as if she could read my mind.
"No, he didn't tell me."
"We didn't have sex, gentleman," She smiled. "Krish has kept me untouched for you."
I knew it already but when she says it to my face, the feeling escalates, Krish. She felt like a virgin girl who had kept her chastity untouched for me. I have no craze for virgins or young girls who haven't been touched by their husbands or boyfriends for a while but right at that moment, I put a price on that opportunity. It was all the luck in my life combined. I said I was thrilled about the moment I could show my hunger to her.
She grabbed my hair and I got up. I kissed her again and she wrapped her fingers around my dick while kissing me. She caressed my ball too. I knew she was longing for its taste.
"Go down, baby. Take it." I said.

And a moment later, I was living the twin pleasure. One, that of my fully grown member finding the back of her throat, and two, that of witnessing her struggle to do so. Her soft lips were stretched to let it go in, and she started moving both her mouth and hand on it. The sight of her breasts almost touching my legs was another beauty of the moment.
She put her bath towel on the floor to kneel on it, and straightaway gave me an intense blowing that took my breath away. Then she pulled out and swallowed, smiling at me. She lifted it and got her face under my whole length and ran her tongue over my balls.
The way my dick was covering the length of her face up to the forehead, was a moment I wanted to remember forever. I told her that I'd like to take a photo of her face.

Meera smiled and asked me what I wanted exactly. "Do you want to take a printout and keep it in your bedroom?" She asked.
She was perfect, Krish. And she started licking under my rod while jerking it with her hand. She was moving her palm in a circular motion and it was just heavenly. I told her that I was her devotee and she was my goddess. She said she was kinda worshipping me at the moment and I promised her that I would show her what true worship is, in the night. The small talk went on, and her fellatio went on until I felt it was time to give it back to her, the pleasure I mean. I pulled her up and kissed her again. Meera, if you believe me, Krish, she didn't let go of my member. She kept moving her palm softly as if she didn't want to leave it…”

Even though I was deeply engrossed in the detailed narration of how Desai had screwd my wife, I didn’t miss noticing how he had smartly hidden the details of talking derogatorily about me. It was one thing that Meera had defended me when Desai tried to have fun at my expense, but I noticed how Desai chose to skip narrating those remarks while keeping everything else very descriptive.

Desai went on.
“Our kiss only grew, to the point of me going down to lick her neck and throat. She was loving it. And she returned the kinky act by licking all over my face. We were literally short of ideas to consume each other. We didn't know where we should do the licking or biting or whatever to make each other satisfied. She bent down to bring her mouth to my chest and sucked my nipple. I was getting lost in that moment when she asked me to take her to the next level.
I was not going to take her to the bedroom. The bedroom was for the night.

So I turned her over the washbasin which was the only option and bent her over it. No, she bent over it. She was ready for me. I quickly moved closer and pushed my dick deep into her. She moaned. I too let out a groan and that was it. Krish, you should see it once to realise how it feels every time. You should see how she cries when my dick enters her pussy. She was looking at me through the mirror. We were lost in each other. And the moment I enter her is worth remembering for a long. This one was even more special. And the washbasin would soon prove a nice thing for her to lean on, as I started fucking her slowly. After a while, I increased my speed and held her hip tightly.

Meera's moans rose and you missed it, man, by stopping me from making a phone call to you. I would have let you listen to every sound that came from her throat. You could have even caught the sound of my dick moving in and out of her pussy. Also the sound of my body hitting hard behind her ass. I grabbed her right arm above the elbow and pulled her towards me when I felt she was leaning too much over the basin. I didn't want her to get injured. Meera struggled to contain me, in the beginning, but she never complains. She always knows that it would be awesome in a few minutes. But as my pace increased, I became slightly rough this time. I grabbed her shoulder with my right hand to hold her in place and started fucking hard. I pounded hard enough to make her lose her strength to stand on her feet. And then she screamed, so high. She came, without giving me any sort of warning. She lost all control and she screamed aloud through her orgasm. Her head was almost hitting the washbasin, and her breasts were getting crushed onto the edges of it, that may be the reason she struggled to tell me she was cumming. Anyway, I was really glad that I had made her cum this time, that too so easily, after I missed it big time, the previous time. I paused a moment to let her enjoy the pleasure. I was going to start and fill her pussy, with my cum too.
I asked her if she was safe.
"Didn't Krish tell you to come after Tuesday?"
"Yes, he did."
"That's because I am safe from today."
She revealed. And she was not just conveying her willingness to let me fill her pussy with my cum. She was telling me how much she wanted it. And I was going to do it many many times that night. But what an anticlimax it became.
That's when we heard the doorbell. When we heard it first we thought you had a guest. Meera got off me; no, I got off her first. Meera turned and laughed at me.

"Bad luck," she was teasing me. But in her eyes, I saw it. She was expecting me to resume very soon. She was ready to welcome me again into her. But we heard the doorbell again. This time repeatedly.
We were alarmed. We thought you would answer the door. When we came out, quickly threw whatever clothes we got on our bodies, and first, we started looking for you. Meera said you would be on the balcony because you would have opened the balcony door open otherwise we wouldn't have heard the doorbell so loud in the bathroom. But you were nowhere. The doorbell rang again and Meera finally opened the door. Oh man, you not only ruined our night but also ruined yourself a chance to witness, I mean listen to our hottest night. This time I had clear plans to make love to her in many wonderful positions, like laying her on the bean bag first, and then on the bed. Many poses. You would have cummed non-stop, without even having to touch yourself.

My dream of having a good, complete lovemaking session with Meera is not going to realise any time soon, I know. I would be lying if I said Meera's decision not to sleep with me for a while hasn't disappointed me, but I am also delighted to see how strong your bond is.
Yesterday Meera jokingly asked me what makes me interested in married women only, and what I see in married women especially. I said it is not true that I'm always interested in married women only; but whenever I'm drawn towards married women, one thing has surely been there; the quality of love. A woman who deeply loves her husband is far more attractive to me than a woman who doesn't have that love. Meera tops the list with that feature. That makes her insanely attractive, and unforgettable.

Like I told you the other day, she's just fire. She's special.
Anyways, I am not devastated by her decision. You too shouldn't be disappointed about what you missed. Once you are out of bed, and back on your feet, you'll get what you cherish the most. You'll see your lovely wife lying in this bed, and crying in pleasure when my thick rod penetrates her sweet tight pussy. I have goosebumps when I think of that moment. But it's quite devastating because I have no idea when it will be.
Are you not thrilled about that moment, Krish?"
I felt I was already leaking inside my shorts.
"You have no idea how much."
I said.
"You are the only one who can help me. Get well soon, I'll say sooner, Krish."
I laughed.
"I am getting better, and I can already walk on crutches, I think."
"Oh, don't do that. Making it worse for you is the last thing I want to do."
"Once the pain ends, I'm going to ask her to shift to my room," I said. "That's what you want, isn't it?"
"I will be very jealous of that night." Desai got up and adjusted his crotch. I saw a huge bulge there. Desai went on, "It could be a first-night sort of thing for you. Can I watch it?"
I was stunned by his demand.
"Why do you want to watch it?"
"I want to see it. I want to see how she welcomes you."

When Desai left for the office, I wondered about the reason behind Desai's unexpected wish.
Is it that he too wants to watch her in bed with another man?
I remembered how he had watched his friend Sujoy walking away with Ananya in his presence. It was a sign of a cuckold fantasy being alive in his head.
He was more of me. I felt. That could be the reason he was totally in sync with my thought process. And it gave me a fear that he would one day ask Meera too to walk with another friend of his.
The thought was alarming but I found solace in the fact that it would take much longer before he presented such a wish to me.
Until then, I was going to enjoy the satisfaction of keeping him waiting for his moment.

However, when Desai was gone and I found myself alone in the big house, I was unable to stop thinking about the next time Desai have sex with Meera. The prolonged duration for which Desai was going to stay with us would enable him to see how much Meera cared for me. And his desperation was going to only rise with time. In Desai's own words, the more Meera expressed her love for me in his presence, the more desperate he would become for her. And when the time comes, the day their reunion happens, Meera would be crying with pleasure so loud in her room that I would be able to listen from my bed.

I loved the fact that I was driving Desai desperate for sex and I was getting to see it in plain sight. But there was one thing I had failed to observe. That there was another person in the house who was getting desperate for warmth and affection from the opposite sex.
Perhaps I had trusted her too much. Because otherwise, it wouldn’t have taken so long for me to realise that Meera and Desai staying in the same house was going to draw her to him behind my back, making her forget all those promises.​