Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

Once again, I was left to face the bitter truth. My wife had chosen Desai over me to meet her sexual needs. I had sensed her excitement when I kissed her the previous night. But I was not the reason for her excitement. It was Desai.
"She enjoys having sex with me."

Desai was damn right. That's why she chose to say "no, not yet," when I invited her and then chose to sneak into bed with Desai in the morning.
The occasion perhaps demanded it. Desai's return to our house after many days of absence and the sudden freedom Meera was allowed to enjoy with him during the wedding reception were the factors that led her to be attracted to him. A lot of people had asked them to pose together like a married couple at the reception, and it would have ignited her desire to mate with him. She would have been willing to have sex. And she chose Desai over me.
I heard the footsteps of them leaving the house, but I struggled to put the thoughts to rest for a long.

The day was going to be horrible but luckily my caretaker came an hour earlier. Her presence forced me to take a break from all the thinking. Later when the physiotherapist came, I paid more attention and concentration to the exercises. I was motivated by the thought that only my speedy recovery would help me bring back my wife to my bed; to my life.
The physiotherapist said I was improving as expected.

When he left I checked the voice recorder in Desai's bedroom. To my disappointment, it wasn't working. I immediately ordered its replacement.

In the evening when Meera returned, she didn't go for her regular evening walk. I heard her calling the vegetable delivery guy and scolding him over the quality of the vegetables. It was a rare thing for her to be angry with him. Even when I get angry, she used to tell me it was not his mistake. Even before she entered my room, I knew how her facial expression would be. It was stressful.
"What happened, are you alright?"
I asked as she sat with a depressed look on her face.
"Something happened today," she said, "I'm angry about it but I know you'd be very happy."
"What happened?"
"I thought you were teasing me when you said it's okay if I wanted to sleep with Susheel. But you were serious, weren't you?"
She had locked her eyes on me as if to catch me lying.
"Why do you think so?" I asked.
"Because you asked Susheel the same thing."
I couldn't reply until Meera demanded it with a long silence.
"Are you angry because I asked him that?"

"No, I was expecting it. Susheel was also expecting it. He has told me many times that you would be fantasising about it. He was right."
"But I hadn't thought about it until a few days ago."
Meera looked amused. "Did anything special happen a few days ago?"
For a moment I felt she was trying to know if I knew her secret.
"I saw a dream," I said with a smile. "In that I saw you and him, making out. After that, I started feeling it's okay."
"Such dreams could occur because of two reasons. Either you fear the idea or you like the idea very much."
She said.
"I am not sure."
"Don't be silly, Krish. I know you never fear the idea of me making out with him. That's why you saw that dream."
"Are you angry because of that?"
"No." She laughed a little, sarcastically. "We are that special couple you can't be upset over such things. I was angry with myself. Because he came to me and told me this, and I bought it immediately."
"What do you mean by you bought it?"
"I mean..." Meera looked away. "I was... No. I don't think I should tell you."
She got up from the chair.

"Meera," I said and sat up. "Come on... Tell me what happened?"
Meera looked confused, and indecisive about opening up.
"I'm scared you'd be drawn to it, and I'll end up ruining both of our mental states."
"But you've left me in a curious state, Meera. Why did you tell me in the first place?"
"Because I hated hiding it from you."
"Did you get intimate with him?"
I asked quickly. I saw Meera's chest moving as her breathing got faster.
"Yes," she was looking at the floor. "But I can't tell you about it now. I confessed this now because I would hate myself a lot. Not for doing it but for being dishonest with you."
She was struggling to face me. I saw guilt all over her face. She was torn between telling me the truth about her betrayal and her fear of turning me on with it. For a moment, I felt bad that I was the reason for everything.
At the same time, I was disappointed that she was not telling me.
"Will you ever tell me about it?"
I asked after a few seconds.
"Yes,” she looked up. “But only after you recover."
"After I recover," I forced a smile. "A lot of happening after I recover."

A few minutes of talking relieved a bit of pressure from us.
"Susheel has started me to tease about a first-night kinda thing."
She revealed.
"That's good. A first-night kinda thing. It would be special."
"Krish..." She scoffed. "You change by a fraction of a second. Nothing matters to you. I wonder how much you change inside you."
She was beginning to leave.
"I was just trying to be funny, Meera."
I said.
She gave me a blank stare.

I felt she was torn between the truth and fear. The truth that she had started sleeping with Desai and the fear of me encouraging her to keep doing it. But I was somewhat relaxed after her half-confession. She had at least admitted to being intimate with Desai. I was sure it would be a matter of time before either she or Desai would tell me in detail about it. I also knew the latter would be excited to narrate how he seduced my wife despite her so-called resistance and how she ended up screaming in bed with pleasure.
As I thought about it, I hated the idea of listening to it from Desai. But it also filled my mind with a desire to get my wife back into my bed. Once I recovered, she was going to sleep with me every day. My body felt warm every time I thought about it.

That night after dinner, Desai received a phone call from his hometown. His father was hospitalised due to chest pain. Even though not serious, Desai decided to leave and be with his father. By the time Desai reached his home, his father was about to get discharged from the hospital. Desai video-called me from the hospital and I said hi to his parents. Even though they were in the hospital, they seemed very happy by their son’s sudden return. I thought he would have video-called Meera too, but I later found that he hadn’t phoned her.

In the afternoon I went to the hospital with Meera. The doctor told me to start walking slowly with the plastered leg. Meera suggested I walk in the park, but I kept walking inside the house only. I didn’t want my neighbours to see me walking with help of crutches. I had decided that they would see me walking only after removing the plaster.

In the evening I had a visitor when Meera went for an evening walk. It was Venkat, one of the residents of our neighbourhood. Meera had made coffee for me already. I shared it with Venkat and we sat in the hall.
"I have again come to warn you, Krish. It's about... your close friend and Meera." He said after the pleasantries, watching for my reaction. "Only if you are open to listening." He added.
"Tell me what it is, Venkat," I said.
"It's not something I have seen myself." He moved in his seat, leaning forward. "A friend of mine told me this. Meera had attended a wedding reception on Sunday, hadn't she? My friend had seen her there. And he knows Meera and you by face. But when he saw Meera with your friend Susheel he thought she was married to him. My friend was asking me today about how did she divorce you and when did she marry someone else. I had a tough time convincing him that this guy Susheel was just friends with you and Meera because according to him they were behaving like a couple in front of the crowd at the reception."

My face must have turned red, and Venkat stopped talking.
"How were they behaving?"
I asked. My question gave him the impression that I was taking him seriously.
"They were holding hands...and he was holding his hand around her. He was like a protective man...a husband. And she was alert not to mingle with other men casually, though she was allowing Susheel to touch her as he wished."
I was getting restless. Meera had once told me she would never create a public memory.
"Who's your friend?"
I asked.
Venkat hesitated to reveal his friend's name.
"He told me about this because he was shocked to see Meera apparently divorced and remarried. I think he was a secret fan of... I didn't mean to offend you. But it's just a fact. So it won't be nice if I tell you his name. Sorry."
He said.
I shook my head.

He went on, "I first thought I shouldn't tell you all this. But I then thought I should warn you about it. I think it's damaging your family's image. That day I saw her with the same friend and now this. It's okay if you think it's normal but something is wrong. Maybe I'm wrong... My friend is perhaps wrong. I wish we are wrong. But you should be watchful... You should watch out for signs."
"I can understand your concern, Venkat," I said. "But I'm confident about my friendships. I trust my wife and her friend. He's our common friend, like a family figure. But thanks, I'll be watchful."
Venkat shook his head, staring at me.
I smiled at him. "The only problem is that I know Susheel more than anyone I've seen in my life. And I trust my wife more than anyone else. It's a problem when I have to look at them suspiciously."

Even though I vehemently refused to buy Venkat's doubts, his visit had indeed sown the seeds of doubt in my head that my wife's friendship was becoming a secret relationship that I wouldn't welcome.

When the voice recorder arrived, I found its telephonic syncing unreliable. It had only a fifty-fifty chance of syncing with my mobile phone after disconnection. But I found the voice-activated recording to be smoothly working. So I put the recorder on and hid it in Desai's bedroom. I was expecting Desai to return soon.

As it was expected that the plaster on my legs would be removed on Friday, I was getting excited. I was excited about being able to be part of the outside world. I was fed up with living between the four walls of our huge flat. As the day of walking on the ground without any support approached, the excitement of breathing like a free man was growing. I told Meera about my desire to go on a drive on Saturday morning, she asked me if that was all I cared about.
I felt she was slightly offended by my choice of wish. Perhaps she was expecting me to be thrilled about her moving into my room.
“Not just that. I’m excited about you too.”
I said. But my answer didn’t look convincing to her.
During the dinner, we discussed taking a vacation to enjoy some quality time together. She suggested we go to the south and spend a night in a houseboat. I agreed happily.

Friday, we were going to visit the hospital to remove the plaster on my leg too. Thursday, Desai phoned me. "You're going to get up and run tomorrow, my friend." He said.
I smiled, "walking will do enough."
"No, it won't. The bed that you have been resting and resting and resting on is going to shake a lot in the night, after a two-month break, isn't it?"
I was amused by his teasing.
He went on. "You might not have counted how many days have passed since you made love to your lovely wife last time. But I'm a man who counts everything. Eight weeks. Your days of loneliness have been longer than mine. So I can only guess the magnitude of your desperation for Meera. I can already hear the sound of your bed shaking like anything. Aren't you excited about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow..." I laughed a little. "I'm excited, for sure; but I don't think the bed is going to shake like that."
"Come on man, don't disappoint me. Don't disappoint Meera. And don't disappoint yourself." Desai said.
"Are you excited about it?" I asked and after a small pause, I went on, “after me, you'll be having your best time with my wife, won't you?"

"I'm rather excited more about you, Krish."
Desai said.
"About me?"
"Yes. I want to watch it. Your first night after many months."
“But you are not even here.”
“I’m coming back tomorrow.”
"No, Desai," I said. "I would prefer it to be a private moment."
"I would call it a selfish moment," Desai said. "You want to watch me having sex with her but you don't let me watch you."
"That was your fantasy, making me watch you doing it with my wife."
"Yours too."
"Yes, I agree."
"This is my fantasy. I have my reason to justify it in your favour."
"How?"
"Because it will help Meera become a little more open to our final fantasy. If she's okay to be intimate with you in my presence, I'm sure she wouldn't mind doing it with me in your presence too."
I knew it was not going to work.
“But I don't think Meera would be okay,” I said.
"Leave that to me."
I laughed, "You are so confident. You're a great manipulator. You'll tell her that it's my idea."

"I told you, Krish. Leave it to me. Tomorrow, you'll be making out with her. Imagine…" Desai's voice became soft as he spoke further, "your Meera lying in that bed… and you, slowly pushing it deep inside her... I want to see her face. She will be shy like how she was on your first night after marriage. She will behave like a virgin girl because of my presence. She might not let you remove her clothes... But it wouldn't take away any fun."
I had started imagining it already.
"And after that? When will you have your moment?"
"My days in Pune are over, my friend. I will be leaving soon. Maybe on Sunday. So naturally, I would love to have my moment with her before that, if you allow me."
I could sense the excitement in his voice. But I could imagine a wolf's grin behind that voice. He had fucked my wife behind my back twice. And he was suddenly pretending to be an innocent who needed my consent to touch her.
"Don't make a joke of it, Desai. I know you don't need my consent anymore."
I said. He laughed a little.
"So tomorrow, get ready for action, my boss!" He said.

I was not sure if he would succeed in convincing Meera about allowing him inside our bedroom to sit and watch. Desai's intention was surely not just to watch us. If it was, he would have suggested doing it in hiding, without asking Meera. But he wanted to introduce the idea to Meera so that later he could reverse the scenario to make me watch when he has sex with her.
In other words, his fantasy was to fuck my wife in my presence. He was longing to make her scream with pleasure right in front of her husband.

The next day we went to the hospital and got the plaster removed. Meera had taken a day off and remained by my side. As soon as I got up from the bed and looked at Meera, she took two steps back.
"Don't embarrass me like last time, Krish." She warned me with a smile. The shyness in her smile only added to her beauty and I felt the urge to defy her warning right away. I waited until the nurse left us momentarily but Meera moved away from me.
I wondered how she would react when I take her to bed in the presence of Desai. I felt thrilled by the thought. I felt horny.
It was just the beginning. It took us the whole day to complete the medical check-up and for the doctor to dismiss further treatment. But the long waiting period through the procedure only helped the excitement to grow steadily.
As I walked through the busy corridor, even a touch of Meera's arm made my cock throb in my pants. Deep in my mind, I was already dreaming of stuffing it inside her pussy. Like Desai had told me, I was suddenly looking forward to seeing my wife behaving like a virgin girl.

Just before we were leaving the hospital, Desai showed up. He was coming straight from the airport. Seeing him I felt a sense of secret joy and excitement. I was suddenly thinking about all the things he had promised, even though I was still not ready to admit it openly.
Desai asked me to walk and I did it readily. Meera was watching us, amused.
“Are you guys running a fashion show here?” She scolded us. “This is a hospital, mind it.”
“We are just celebrating it, ma’am.” Desai hugged me and told Meera. “And we know this is not the place for that.”
He asked for the car key as we began to leave the hospital.
“Where are you taking us?” Meera protested. But she gave in when I sided with Desai.
"We are gonna celebrate this," Desai said again and drove us to a bar attached posh restaurant.
Meera protested, "It's too early to have dinner, Susheel."
"But it's never too early to have a drink, baby."
Desai said casually and looked at me. "Don't tell me you are under medication. You are not."
"I still have some medicines," I argued.
"You will live without them. Don't worry." He replied.
In the restaurant he allowed the waiter to lead us to a table. As Meera sat down, Desai gestured for me to take the seat next to her. He was slowly pushing us to be closer, I felt. I wondered how he was going to convince Meera to open the door of our bedroom to him at night.
To be honest, I wanted him to succeed.

Desai ordered scotch for all. Meera amended the order by opting for vodka.
"I will stop at one," she said as soon as the waiter left.
Desai smiled at her, "I would suggest Krish too stop at one."
"Why?"
I asked.
"Meera will tell you why."
"Oh," Meera smiled. "It has nothing to do with that."
Desai nodded at her, "I will see."
"What you will see?" Meera asked and turned to me. "Did you tell him you wouldn't mind his presence in our bedroom tonight?"
Meera's questioning came sooner than expected.
I looked at Desai.
"You did exactly what I thought. Don't you have another trick up your sleeve?"
I asked.
Desai smirked.
"It's a trick that has always worked. It will work tonight too."
He said.
"It won't." Meera declared.
With the arrival of drinks, our conversation shifted to other subjects briefly before returning to the earlier one.
"Krish must have told you he would say yes if I said okay. And then you asked me if I would do it since he already said okay. This is pure manipulation but you should have understood by now that it has become so easy to catch you." Meera said. "But I guess you're holding a trump card that you aren't revealing."

"It's his confidence," I opined, "for having all his dreams turned into reality in the past."
As our first drink finished too soon, Desai quickly ordered a repeat without asking. I thought Meera would stop him. But she didn't.
"About my confidence," Desai said after taking a sip from the refilled glass. "You won't believe me if I told you I was a boy who suffered from the lack of self-confidence. But it's the truth. I had to train myself to become what I am now. My dad was a person who believed in discovering our own path. In other words, I was left with a rich kid tag but no money in my pocket. Eventually, my dad's vision helped me. Even before he thought of teaching me the basics of business, I had established my own business. We didn't call it a start-up then. It was what it was. Krish is right. What makes us confident is our past. It’s a universal truth."
"Question is, but, whether your confidence would work this time or not."
I said.

"Meera said I'm holding a trump card which is true as well. It is again my past." Desai went on, "Even though I am a corporate and my ways are strictly professional I have never done anything that would later make me regret. Many people might have felt that I have used them, but in my point of view, the people I have used have also used me. They have benefited from me. I have never destroyed anyone. I have never let anyone destroy me too. I am a man of prosperity, not destruction. What Meera and you have changed in me is the way that I behave with people. There was a time when I thought that I had the right to be rude to anyone. Even with my parents. You guys taught me to be polite. And still, you can go forward. That's a big change, isn't it? You know the people in my office have never loved me the way they do now. That's the reason how I'm able to sit in Krish's office and enjoy it."
We kept listening as Desai led the conversation with his pieces of thoughts. I had noticed that whenever he talked about his past, it was worth listening to. This time too, it was the same.

We had dinner after our second drink and then we headed home. Desai didn't try to bring the subject back. But as we reached our house, Desai asked Meera what she was going to wear for the night.
"I will change to a top and pyjamas; why?"
She asked.
"Come on, Meera," Desai said. "Don't make it a regular night. Do you know how many weeks have passed since you slept with him? Ask him."
Meera looked at me.
"Eight weeks, Meera," I said readily.
Meera was amused.
"You're counting the weeks!" She laughed, "so, do you want me to dress up for tonight?"
"Yes," I said.
"It's getting cheeky..." She said. "Can't we just make out in this? Don't I look good?"
But she had no intent to stick with the regular kurti. She went to her bedroom to change.

As I sat with Desai in the hall, he quietly handed me a small box. It was a packet of condoms. I was surprised.
“You'll need it. She's not on her safe days. I know you wouldn't have thought about it” Desai said.
“Yeah, I didn't think about it,” I admitted.
“Don't hold back, buddy.”
He patted me on the shoulder.
I thought about buying pills for Meera after Desai had sex with her in my car. Now he had bought me a condom.
“What are you thinking?”
Desai asked.
“I was thinking about the other night when I had to buy a morning-after pill for Meera.”
Desai smiled, “Now I'm buying you a condom. This is called karma.”
I smiled and opened the condom packet. But Desai took the whole packet from my hand to return me just one from the pack.
“You get to celebrate your first night only once, dude,” Desai said. “After that, she’s mine.”
I felt he was too engrossed in the fantasy of his girlfriend coming back to him after sleeping with someone else who incidentally was her husband. I wondered if he was going to demand her to come back in the night itself so that he could taste her freshly fucked pussy. I knew I was overthinking.

"Do you think she is gonna let you watch?" I asked.
"Forget it, Krish. Just concentrate on your girl. Just screw her, hard. Celebrate this opportunity."
I could sense the excitement in his voice.
"It feels like you are her husband and you're making her sleep with someone else."
I said.
"It's a good fantasy. Do you want to live that fantasy?" He asked and got up to start walking to my bedroom. I followed him. He picked up something from Meera's wardrobe.
"What is it?"
I asked.
Desai hid the item from me and asked me to freshen up.
"Don't hold back yourself, Krish. After you, she's gonna return to me and be my girl until I leave on Sunday." He said and went back to the hall.
It now made sense why he was pushing me and Meera to have sex. He was going to leave on Sunday. So he was going to have Meera for him on Saturday.
Maybe for the whole day after tonight, I thought. When I went to the washroom and took a piss, the thought of him reuniting with her dominated my mind.
But tonight she is yours. I assured myself.

When Meera returned from her room, she was at her seductive best. Wearing a magenta off-shoulder dress with a flared hem that ended an inch above her knees, she oozed the smell of sex from the moment she walked into the hall. The short sleeves of the dress were loose enough to hang along the upper arm, leaving her armpits on full display. The dress though flared at the lower end was thin enough to reveal the shape of her breasts and hip, and made me wonder if she wore it as per the taste of Desai. There was a fair amount of cleavage on display, with the only jewellery she wore - a thin necklace with a leaf-shaped pendant of black gemstone - hanging deep into her cleavage.
I forgot to take my eyes off her.
"Wow," Desai stood up from the sofa to receive her. "Are you from heaven," he paused a moment and then went on, "or are you here to take us to heaven?"
Meera smiled. She hadn't put on lipstick but it didn't stop her from looking gorgeous.

"Yes, but only one of you," she said with a playful smile. I was stunned by her nonchalance. I thought Desai's plan – whatever it was – was already a success.
"Then that lucky chap is this gentleman," Desai gestured at me.
I smiled at Meera.
“You look stunning, baby,” I said.
Meera laughed. “Are you trying to be Susheel?”
“No, I mean it.”
I said quickly. Though smiling, she gave me a look to suggest to have taken note of that.
Desai moved and stood next to her.
“Are you ready for the night, baby?”
Meera stood and looked at him in the eyes, and then laughed a little.
“You know Susheel, now we’ve seen enough of you doing your tricks. It’s like we now understand that you don’t wait for anything to happen automatically. You are…umm…you have something in your mind for tonight that you are going to put to use and help it become something crazy. But I just…” Meera threw a glance at me to pause and continue to him. “I am kinda curious how you are planning to pull it off…whatever it is.”
“My plan is not very wild…” Desai said with a smile. “It will break my heart, but I’m ready to experience it.”

I was not going to let him look so humble.
“He’s trying to push you to me so that he will have his chance with you later.”
I revealed casually.
“Not surprised. But I’m still wondering how he’s gonna convince us to do it right away.” Meera said and looked at him. “Which card do you have up your sleeve, mister?”
I was getting a little jealous because of the smile she was lending him. That she was standing nearer to him than me was only adding to it.
Desai carefully pulled out something from his pocket.
“With this,” he held out his hand to her. I saw what it was.
It was a small silver container. I recognised it immediately. It was Meera's sindoor box.
“Owww…” Meera laughed aloud and quickly grabbed it from his hand. “You are such a…”
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