Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

On Sunday morning, Meera wanted to visit the temple. She was surprised when Desai offered to accompany her.
"You are not really a religious person, are you?" She asked. "I've heard you prefer the office to the temple."
"Not when I'm walking with a goddess." Desai quipped.
Meera made a face at him.
"Same old flattery. Out-dated!"
When Meera returned to my room wearing a saree, ready to leave for the temple, she told me Desai was going with her. I responded happily but as soon as they left I started feeling jealous. I knew it was just a temple visit but I was witnessing something new happening between Desai and my wife. A bond that didn't have anything to do with sex.

Luckily after a few minutes, Nidhi phoned me. She was planning to visit me.
But I said no.
"Meera is not here, Nidhi. I'd find it tough to answer the door myself. Can you visit two hours later? Meera would be home by then."
Even though I was saying Meera would be home in two hours, the truth was that I wasn't sure about it.
"I'm afraid I have another commitment at noon, Krish sir," Nidhi said. "I'll find another day to visit."
I suggested she visit the next day.
"I have work," she laughed. "Have you forgotten?"
I laughed too.
"I haven't forgotten, dear. But why don't you ask your new boss to spare you a few hours? Tell him that you want to visit me."
I suggested. Nidhi agreed that she would try.
Our conversation lasted one hour, and it helped me forget about Meera and Desai for a while.

Meera and Desai took close to three hours before they returned. I asked Desai about their first day-time date.
Desai laughed.
"I'm not sure I can call it a date. Because she was talking only about you. There was nothing about me."
I felt glad for a moment only to doubt him the next. I knew he could be lying.
Meera and he had in fact gone shopping after the temple visit. "On his insistence," Meera would tell me later.

That evening Piyush visited. Meera was home but Desai had gone somewhere. I felt it was good because I didn't want Piyush to know that Desai was staying with us. The last time when I had met him - on his wedding anniversary at Nagpur - I had told him about having learnt to keep Desai away from my personal life.
Piyush sat on the chair near my bed and we had a long chat. He began with an apology for not visiting me earlier.
"I was on a family tour to Kashmir, Krish. I didn't know."
He said.
I said it was okay.
"I'm quite happy about your visit. I had thought about telling you about this. But Desai had told me about your trip."

I said and quickly regretted dragging Desai's name into the conversation.
"You are still in touch with him?"
I noticed him looking around as he asked as if he was making sure Meera wasn't standing there.
Meera was in the kitchen, making coffee or something.
"He is..." I cleared my throat. "He was very helpful. He's in here only, since the accident."
"Is he still in Pune?" Piyush looked surprised. I was sure he would be stunned if I told him the truth. I was not sure how to tell him that Desai was staying with us. If I told him that Desai was given a room in my house to sleep in, I knew he would imagine the rest based on his knowledge from the past.
However, as I was struggling to find a way to deal with Piyush's curiosity, I heard the door of my room opening. And there stood Desai.
"Hey! What a surprise!" Desai shouted and rushed in to hug Piyush. "When did this happen?"
"What?" Piyush laughed, returning the hug. "The accident?"
Desai laughed.

When Meera walked in, she had four cups of coffee on the tray in her hand.
"You knew he would come?"
Piyush asked.
"Who?" Meera looked at him in surprise. "He's part of the family."
Piyush had taken the coffee cup in his hand but Meera's reply made him stop his body movements all at once. Meera read his surprise and turned to me.
"Krish, you didn't tell him?"
I was at loss for words.
"I've been here with Krish and Meera, Piyush," Desai revealed, "since the accident."
"Oh, I see." Piyush nodded understandably, but the pace he was shaking his head made it obvious that he was struggling to believe what he had heard.
And I was struggling to look him in the eyes.
"Luckily he was with us when Krish fell," Meera said. "He has been helpful to us more than anyone else. There is no word to thank him, to be honest."
Her innocent revelation only helped my embarrassment to mount.

All of them settled around my bed over a friendly conversation while having tea. Piyush was behaving pretty normally and I slowly began to get over the shame.
After the coffee Meera went to the kitchen and Desai excused himself to his room promising that he would return soon, Piyush found an opportunity to talk to me in private.
"You told me you had disassociated yourself from Desai, Krish."
He said.
"I tried, Piyush," I said. "But it didn't work out. We were professionally together, I mean the company I manage belongs to him. But now he's staying here with us only to help. There's nothing else. Meera is right. Without his help, we would have found it very tough."
Piyush smiled.
"You don't have to assure me of anything, Krish. I know you and Meera as a couple. It's your life. I do believe that you guys are happy with each other. I'm sure you'd stay so in future too."
Piyush's willingness to believe what I said made me happy. Because I was not lying. My wife had made a promise that Desai's stay would be only for friendship, at least until I chose otherwise. And her decision to keep that promise was suddenly gaining more value in my mind.

A few minutes later, Meera returned to join us and sat on the edge of my bed. Her return made us quickly shift to neutral subjects. Desai too walked in later, and he sat on the chair next to Piyush. I could not help but wonder what was in each man's mind while talking to my wife. As I tried to sit up and lean my back on the pillow, Meera got up and helped me. I was alright until I noticed how Piyush and Desai were looking at her curvy back. The sleeveless kurta she was wearing was tight around her body and was exposing the perfect shape of her body. The way both men were helplessly drawn to enjoy the sight made me hard instantly.
I hated it as soon as Piyush left. But the erection lasted longer.

Meera later opined that Piyush was not ready to buy when he heard about Desai's stay in our house.
"He was giving me a strange look when I was praising you."
She said.
"He was jealous," Desai said. "And he would have been more jealous if he knew what is going on between us."
His use of present tense made me quickly wonder if he meant to say 'what is going on between us’.
Meera too had noticed it.
"What's going on between us?"
Desai laughed.
"I mean to say what happened between us, my queen! I have no plan to make Krish doubt us, about what we do out there every night."
The tone of his voice made me quickly realise he was teasing me. Meera made a face at him.
"That night when he stayed overnight here, that was a great night, wasn't it? Piyush would have died of jealousy if he heard your voice even for a minute." Desai said again, this time teasing Meera directly. "But thanks to the robust door of our bedrooms, we were saved."
"Don't make me remember that night," Meera said and got up. "I'd be very embarrassed." She was not looking at him directly. I felt she was remembering exactly what she didn't want to.
Desai smiled at me when she left the room. "Warm memories, right?"
I couldn't disagree.

"There was a thrill of doing something extraordinary that night. Whatever I do with Meera is always extraordinary but that night felt like an adventure trip. Meera was initially trying to control her voice by pressing over her mouth because she was scared that it would be heard from outside. We both were acting like we were scared of Piyush, with the fear of getting caught, to be honest. It was funny when we remembered the soundproof door. After that, oh god! It was a hell of a ride."
"If you make me remember that night, or any other night, I'll be left with no other option than jerking my dick in the night. Eventually, it'll be delaying my recovery and your chance to have it with Meera again. Don't you want to sleep with her again, Desai?"
I asked, choosing my words boldly.

Desai was indeed surprised by my open talk. He stared at me with a smile and nodded.
"Of course, Krish." He said. "I want to sleep with her. And I know you'll have to get up from the bed for that."
He said it like a confession. I loved how helpless he looked at the moment.
"Then let's give our dirty minds some rest," I said.

That night after having dinner in my room, Desai helped Meera in the kitchen while doing the dishes. The door of my room was open and I could hear her instructing him about wiping the washed plates with a towel and then keeping them on the plate basket. I could hear them chatting and laughing.
A few minutes later, they returned to my room to spend time with me as usual.

That night when they went to sleep I remembered Desai's words.
"I have no plan to make Krish doubt us, about what we do out there every night."
I knew he was merely teasing me. But I could not stop thinking about it. After a while, I took the pain to get up and walk up to the door. I opened it and waited still in the darkness for a moment. There was absolute silence from Meera's room.
But I was far from being at peace. I kept the door slightly open when I went back to bed.
In the morning too, I kept the door slightly open to allow me to hear any sound from the outside until Meera and Desai were home. And it was going to be my new habit.

Monday night at dinner Meera was wearing a sleeveless tank top. The dark blue top and the light pink long skirt was making her look gorgeous. While she served me food on my plate I couldn't help but steal glances at her cleavage and armpits. I was feeling warm and I wanted to be embraced by her. I wanted to feel her body scent, and I wanted to kiss her. Even while eating food, I dreamt of her sitting on my lap and lifting her arms to let me inhale her armpit. I wanted to lick them.

Desai was sitting in the same room and I was forced to keep my dreams just to myself.
Meera turned to serve food on Desai's plate. He was consciously not looking at her. Meera then sat on the chair next to him. It had now become very noticeable that they were not making eye contact. But their chairs were too close to each other, they could sense the other person breathing, chewing food, and even thinking about each other.
"What happened?" I asked. "You guys are okay?"
Meera spent a moment before she turned her eyes to me.
"I'm okay." She said. "What happened?"
"She's a little angry with me," Desai said, throwing a glance at her. "But I don't know why."
"No, I'm not angry with anyone," Meera said quickly.
When she finished the food and went to the kitchen I asked Desai about it.
"I haven't figured out why she's angry with me, Krish." He said.
"Did you say something to her?" I asked.
"I told her to shift in here. I felt you guys should spend a little more time together." Desai said as he got up with his plate. "She made a harsh decision because she wants to help you recover faster. It's a good decision but it becomes harsh because of my presence here. I was suggesting that I should move out if it is required."

"But I am not sure she would move in here just because you are not here."
I said.
"She could do anything."
"But why she's angry?"
"That's unknown." Desai smiled at me. He took the empty plate from my hand and went to the kitchen. I was amazed to see his transformation. He was a man I had charged physically once, for claiming that my wife was a whore. And now he was carrying my used plate to the kitchen. It was not a thing he was doing to impress me or my wife. Because like I knew, he was confident about being intimate with Meera again in the future. If there was something capable of delaying it, it was his decision to stay with us. If he had gone to his hometown or Mumbai, he would have been missed by Meera.
But he was staying, to help us. Because he was a friend.

When Meera returned to the room I asked her why she was angry with Desai.
"I'm stressed over work, Krish. I'm not angry with him. If he wants to move out, I'm fine with that. Don't think I'm going to start sleeping with you the moment he leaves."
I saw Desai at the door.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
"Come on, Desai. Why are we making things harder than they are?" I said.
"I came to take my phone," Desai said and grabbed his phone from the table. "And say good night."
"Speak, Desai," I demanded.
Desai stood near Meera and had a look at her. His eyes remained at her eyes for a few seconds and then wandered all over her face for another few seconds. Meera stood without looking at her but eventually, she turned to him.
"What?"
She asked.

Desai smiled at me. "Krish, my opinion was that she should stop treating you like you are bedridden. Your leg is not broken. It's a fracture. I'm sure you can stand up if you wanted to."
"That's not the only thing you think." Meera interrupted.
"Yes, that's not..." Desai turned to her. "Because there are parts of his body which are working hundred per cent. Some parts can turn an idle man's mind into a devil's workshop."
"I'm not ill-treating you, Krish. That's the last thing I want to hear about me." Meera said to me.
"I didn't say that, Meera," Desai said sternly. "I said whatever you are doing shouldn't become ill-treatment. I was talking about the future."
"You're interested in the future because..." Meera began to say and paused as if to restart her sentence again. She looked at me. "He's trying to get me into your bed so that he could break my word and start fucking me every night."
Her words sounded harsh even to me.
Desai moved closer to her.

"You are reading too much between the lines, Meera. I was only talking about Krish. I have no hesitation to admit how much I want to take you to my bed. I’m cent per cent sure you are aware of that. But I can also follow self-control and behave with constraints, like you. Krish is your husband whom you want to take good care of; Likewise, he's my brother whom I want to take good care of. My thought process was solely based on that. You should stop involving me, Meera. Stop worrying about your promise, damn it. Before it should escalate further, I think I should be leaving."
"You can leave in the morning," Meera said quickly. She was staring at him now. And their faces were within breathing distance.
"You guys shouldn't be arguing over me," I said. "It's hurting more than these injuries."
Meera turned to me and moved forward. Her eyes were suddenly wet. "I only want to see you recover sooner, baby. There's nothing else that I want to do now." She leaned forward and caressed my cheek. "Are you desperate for me, like he says?"
I smiled. "There's nothing I can't handle, baby."

I felt warm with her soft touch. I grabbed her palm and smiled at her again. My eyes were perhaps betraying me. I wanted her to hug me tight but I didn't want to tell her that. I didn't either know how to hide it from her.
"Meera, I'm sorry to say this but you are thinking about sex only," Desai said, taking my attention back from her. "My point is that there are other forms of intimacy that are beyond sex. Like a kiss. You shouldn't stop yourself from kissing him if you want to make him feel better. Ask him if he wouldn't be happy if you kissed him."
Meera wiped her eyes quickly before turning to him.
"You are still trying to make it happen, Susheel. Will you stop it?"
"Come on, Meera," Desai threw his hand in the air with frustration. "Yes, that's what I wanted. You know you are giving too much value to your stupid promise at Krish's expense and our friendship's expense. So be it, don't kiss him. Or kiss him if you want. But if you kiss him after this moment, I will demand you let me kiss you for sure."

I laughed, forcefully. "What's the big deal you both are making about a kiss?"
"It's a big deal. Yes." Desai said assertively.
Meera laughed a little too as if to ridicule him. I was looking for her reaction. "Are we going to kiss?" She asked me.
My eyes lowered to her lips before returning to her eyes.
"And after that?" She asked again.
"After that," I said, "you kiss him too. What's the big deal about it?"
Meera shook her head and looked sideways as if watching Desai through the corner of her eyes. And then she kissed me. She bent forward to put one hand on my shoulder and then kissed me on my lips. It was a soft kiss that lasted less than two seconds. But I felt the warmth of her lips.
"Feeling better?" She asked with a smile.

"A lot better," I said.
She nodded and moved back, and turned to Desai. "Now it's your turn, mister. Do your kiss."
I could sense anger in her voice.
Desai took a deep breath and moved closer. I thought he would turn down her offer in anger. But he moved closer and put his right hand behind her head. And he brought his mouth to hers all the way. It was not the soft and lovely form of affection that I had given her a moment ago. It was a jaw-smacking, all-consuming wile kiss which looked like an aggressive invasion on Meera's mouth. I saw his palm behind her head becoming rigid and his jawline moving as he sucked on her lips. Meera's eyes were closed and her chest was beginning to move up and down as she was choked by the kiss. The kiss lasted many seconds and left her gasping for air in the end. As he pulled himself back I saw her lower lip being released from his mouth at the last moment.

Meera was left to stare at him and panting. I was completely stunned.
"I am leaving tomorrow."
Desai said sternly and left the room.
Meera took time to settle down her breathing and shivering before she turned to me.
"Moron." She blurted before adding hurriedly, "Goodnight, Krish."
She too left my room without waiting for my reaction.

What has just happened? I was left pondering. The lovely feeling that I had experienced while getting a soft kiss from my wife had suddenly given way to lust and confusion. I felt Desai didn't mean to express his love with that kiss. It was rather a way to vent out his frustration. He was really pissed off by Meera's constant accusing of his character. I too felt Meera was mean and she deserved introspection.
After a while, I switched off the light in the room and prepared to sleep despite knowing that it would be tough to find sleep. Then I heard the sound of the door opening. I switched on the table lamp. It was Meera.
"I'm unable to find sleep, Krish." She said and sat on the chair, pulling it close to my bed. "Susheel was right. I shouldn't make you sleep alone like this. My company might allow you to recover earlier than otherwise."

I laughed. "Don't behave like I'm bedridden with a life-threatening disease, Meera. It's just a bodily injury; I'll recover irrespective of where you sleep. Just relax."
Meera grabbed my hand and brought it to her mouth.
"I know you are just making me feel better by saying such things. I'm sorry for making a scene. I was unsure about how to respond to his claims. I didn't want to accept it."
"Are you going to make out with me?" I asked. "Think again, you'll end up doing the same with him too. How was the kiss, by the way?"
Meera bit her lips and smiled at me.
"You moron, you are enjoying at my expense. I feel manipulated."
"You let him."
She shook her head sideways. "But I'm not going to...I don't want to make out with him openly when you are still lying in bed."
"You have a plan."
She nodded, "I'm going to cheat on him."

And she placed her palm on my crotch. It was hard. But more than the feeling of being caught, I was thrilled by the touch.
"I've been noticing this, lately; you are always carrying a hardness."
She said. She had started caressing it. She tried to grab it over the clothes. I could feel my blood rushing toward it. My body was becoming warm. And it soon caught fire as Meera pulled the waistline of my boxer and pulled my throbbing erection out. It stood up with its tip pointing to the ceiling.
"After so many days..." she smiled at me and slowly wrapped her fingers around it. The touch of her delicate fingers felt like heaven to me. The next moment she leaned forward and brought her mouth over it. And soon, I let out a gasp as her head went down, taking my dick deep into her throat all the way. My entire body stiffened as she pulled back while keeping her lips tight around it.

"He was right," Meera gushed. "It's working hundred per cent."
"Yes, it is." I smiled.
Her head went down again and it marked a nonstop session of sucking. Soon her lips were shining with my precum on them. The up-and-down movement became smoother. I was moaning slowly.
"Oh, my baby. It feels so great. Mmm..."
I ran my fingers over her head, but without trying to disturb her flow. After a long, nonstop session, she pulled out to wipe her lips with the back of her palm.

"Don't hold back, Krish." She said.
She wanted to make me cum. I nodded.
She went down again, this time first giving a licking under the shaft and caressing my balls with her left hand. And again, she shoved the whole length into her mouth, all the way down to her throat. I let out a gasp. I could soon feel my stomach throbbing. I was anticipating a climax.
"I'm close, baby..." I moaned. Meera's pace only increased, and a few seconds later, I sensed the peak. I let out a small cry as I exploded inside her mouth and I felt my sperm gushing out in large quantities. Meera stopped moving and held her lips shut around the head of my dick. Her eyes were closed and I saw her eyes moving with each spurting of cum I had in her mouth. And she swallowed it all, as I watched with a great sense of satisfaction.
"It's a lot." Meera smiled at me as she finally pulled it out. "As is you've been storing it here."

I laughed. "I had no choice."
Meera got up and kissed me. The softness of her lips brought me memories of many other nights in our past. I felt great.
Meera pulled my boxer up in place and then went to the washroom to wash her mouth. She kissed me on my forehead again when she returned.
"Good night, Krish." She whispered.
"Goodnight, baby," I said.
She began to leave only to pause for a moment. "I've cheated on him. But this must remain a secret between us, promise me? If you tell him then..."
"No. I won't tell him. I swear."
I said joyously and then quickly added. "But you should say sorry to him. He was right."
"I will." She said and left.

I was suddenly at peace. I was thrilled. I felt like I had achieved something I had never thought I would have. And I fell asleep quicker than I wanted to.

In the morning I asked Meera if she had spoken to Desai.
"He's gone to the gym. I'll speak to him when he comes back." She said.
When Desai returned from the gymnasium, I asked him to change his decision and stay back.
"Meera was angry. It could be work stress or something. Her anguish isn't something new to you, is it?" I asked.
"I would think about it, Krish," Desai said.

Meera left at her regular time. I was not sure if she spoke to Desai and settled things. Twenty minutes later, Desai too came to me as he was ready to leave for the office.
"Did she speak to you?"
I asked.
"Yes, she asked me to stay back."
"Good," I said. "But you need to restrain yourself from showing your desperation. She's possibly angry because of that."
Desai nodded.
"I am desperate, Krish. There's no hesitation to acknowledge it. But there is also calmness in me because one day, sooner or later, Meera is going to come back to me. She's gonna grab my cock and guide it into her beloved pussy. Meera too knows, how she's gonna go crazy for a while then. You know, there is a sense of joy in playing this waiting game, after all. That day when I reclaim her body and sweat, that day she becomes mine again, that day will be very special. You will hear her crying in pleasure. I will leave that door open, Krish. You can listen or you can watch. What do you want to do, Krish? Watch or listen?"

I was stunned by the brutal honesty with which he was speaking. I could not mouth an audible response. I coughed.
"Relax, Krish. You are going to love the day."
He patted my shoulder and walked away.
Desai had pushed me down to a pit of wild fantasy and left me to swim across it for the rest of the day. It took me the hell of self-control to avert my brain from it. I forced myself to read some news on my mobile phone.

Desai returned to the house fifteen minutes later, and he came to my room directly.
"I forgot my purse, Krish. I came to take it."
He returned with the purse to say bye again and left. I soon heard the front door opening and closing. However, I heard footsteps going back to the room. I wondered why he was going back. I heard the other room's door closing. And there was complete silence after that. I was sure he had gone back to the room and the lack of any other sound made it obvious that he was still in that room.

I had gone back to reading the news on my mobile phone. But at the back of my mind, something had begun to smell foul. After finishing the article I was reading, I spent a moment to realise that I hadn't heard the sound of Desai returning from the room. I was sure he was still there. At first, I wondered if he decided against going to the office. But he had specifically told me that he had a comeback to take the purse and he had said bye to me after.
There was something that I was not able to see. I knew that.
Eventually, I took the pain to leave my bed and walked over to the door. As I opened the door slowly, I thought I heard a whisper. It was a male voice and it had come from Meera's room. The door was closed and I felt Desai was speaking to someone. But there weren't many words to make it look like a whole conversation.

I waited confusedly, and suddenly I heard a small cry. It sounded like it came from a woman's throat.
My whole body was put on alert instantly.
Is Meera there in that room?
I opened my door wider and tried to concentrate on Meera's room. And a minute later, I heard another cry.
"Huuh!!" It was a scream. It was the familiar voice of a woman hitting the peak of pleasure. I felt my knees weak and I placed my palm on the wall to support my body from falling.
The voice didn't sound like that of Meera. But I knew it was the distance between the doors that was making it tough to hear. A part of my body wanted to run to that door and listen to make sure it was her. But the other part of my body had become too stiff to move an inch forward for I knew it was her. It was my beloved wife, who made that pleasure cry.

And the next moment I heard another cry, it was louder and shorter. The sound was even more familiar, as I quickly recognised it was the sound of my wife welcoming Desai's cock into her pussy. And the cry became loud moans very soon, as Desai began it.
"She's gonna grab my cock and guide it into her beloved pussy. Meera too knows, how she's gonna go crazy for a while then..."
His words echoed in my head and I couldn't believe how easily he had made his plans a reality. My wife, who had begun to seem like a chaste woman a few hours ago, was now lying in that bed, with her legs parted. I was not sure how she was doing it. But I was sure what she was doing.
"I'm going to cheat on him."

Meera had told me in the night. And I was a fool to stop thinking beyond that because I had myself warned her, Think again, you'll end up doing the same with him too.'"
I could now see how she would have told Desai the same thing in the morning.
"I am going to cheat on him."
She would have promised him how she would sneak back into the house after pretending to leave for the office. The picture was becoming crystal clear quickly.
The sounds from Meera's bedroom were on a steady rise. The sound of two people having wild sex was now easily recognisable. Only thing was that the woman didn't sound like my beloved wife. She had become someone else. Someone, who was determined to welcome Desai's monster dick into her pussy and give him all the pleasure.

All the promises she had made to me had gone in the wind. My eyes were wet with tears, and my vision blurred.
I went back to my bed and lay down silently. My dick was hard and I hated my inability to control it.
I could still hear the sound through the slightly open door. It was not clearly audible, but it was the only sound I could hear at that moment. And when Meera's voice peaked, it reached me clearly. Desai was gifting my wife another memorable orgasm. And I heard a groan from Desai. I knew it was the sound of him filling my wife's pussy with his sperm.
After that everything became silent. I lay with my eyes closed, having lost the power to get up again and interrupt them. I heard the sound of the door opening, but no one came to my room. I heard the footsteps as they left silently.
The betrayal was complete.

I took a long breath and my eyes became teary again. I knew that no amount of excuses could justify my wife's action this time. Meera was aware of this and that's why she was doing it so secretly. Their plan was perfect. But their mistake was that they blindly trusted the soundproof door. They thought no sound would escape that room. And no one would know.
I was sure neither Desai nor Meera was going to tell me what they did in that room on that day. I was sure neither of them was going to tell me what they did to me on that day. But there was something even more devastating that I knew.
That it was just a new beginning.​