Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

She paused abruptly and looked at me. Desai was watching her cute expression but he then snatched the container back from her. And he handed it to me.
“This is for you, Krish. This will help you become her husband for a few hours.”
He said.
I was stunned. I felt a pang of relief as I took the box. Only then I realised how I was perturbed by the memories of Desai making good use of Meera's sindoor a few months ago.
“Thank you,” I said and I could sense the thrill in my voice.
“What do you mean by this will help him become my husband for a few hours?” Meera wondered.
“Because, after that, you are going to come back to me. That’s the fantasy.”
Desai said, putting his hand around Meera and pushing her toward me. “My friend is going to make love to you, baby. You’ll enjoy it. But you’ll have to remember that there’s someone who’s waiting and longing for your return.”
Meera laughed again.

“This is getting cheeky. I can’t believe…”
I was not listening to her. I was carefully opening the box, and I then took a pinch of sindoor from it and then looked at my wife.
Meera stopped making noise and suppressed her laughter. She was becoming shy, suddenly.
“Go,” Desai pushed her again.
Meera was struggling hard not to laugh as I applied the powder at the topmost centre of her forehead. I felt the feeling of doing it, as I secretly felt like I was rightfully getting my wife back after she was taken by Desai many times behind my back. I spent a moment watching in awe how a dot on the right spot had elevated my wife’s beauty.
“Come on, Krish; A little more...” Desai said. “It shouldn’t be spoilt. You better use sufficient quantity so that she remains your wife for the whole night."
Meera laughed and nodded at me. I took another pinch from the box and applied it over the same dot. Some of the powder fell on her nose and lips. I tried to wipe it clean.

"Don't use your hands, Krish," Desai warned. I looked at him, amused.
"Kiss her, man," Desai added with a smile.
Before Meera could make her reaction, I had sealed her mouth with a kiss. Suddenly, I was shivering with hunger. I pressed my mouth and undid the small amount of resistance from Meera and forcefully opened her mouth. I sucked on her tongue and I felt Meera had let go of her hesitation. I took turns sucking her lower and upper lips before running my tongue over them.
“Take her, Krish. Seal your moment.”
I heard Desai's voice.
As I began to lift her in my arms, Meera protested with a giggle.
“No, no, Krish. Don't hurt yourself. I'll walk.”
She held my hand and we walked into the bedroom. We kissed again standing by the bed. This time kiss was intense. My arms started roaming around her body and she hugged me back around my neck. I soon extended the kiss to her throat and even bent down to her cleavage.
As we took a break she looked at me like she wanted more.

"Eight weeks, huh?"
She said with a smile.
I shook my head, "eight weeks."
I leaned forward but she sat on the bed and moved to its centre to lie down. I was amazed to see that suddenly Meera was not showing any form of hesitation. It was a joy to watch her expressing her excitement to invite me into the bed. Just before I began to climb to the bed, I heard a chair being pulled behind me. I turned my head and saw Desai sitting there.
Meera saw him too.
"Are you gonna sit there, Susheel?"
She asked.
Desai smiled at her. His silence made me turn my attention back to Meera. I climbed to the bed and bent forward. Our lips met again. Even though I was deliberately ignoring Desai, his presence in the room only increased my excitement. It was happening. He was going to witness Meera lying on the bed with her legs split and getting fucked by me.

The thought was taking over me like a storm. I kept my body weight on the bed next to Meera and kissed her. My right hand moved downward measuring the depths and curves of her body. I caressed her breasts and squeezed the side of her belly, over the clothes. There was an unmissable sense of exhilaration filling my head that I was not going to be stopped anymore. And soon, I was touching between her legs.
Precisely aware of the fact that Desai was watching us, I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Meera too didn't hesitate to suck it. I moved the tip of my tongue around the gum of her front row of teeth. Her palm rested on my neck. I soon grabbed it and pressed it down to the bed and kissed her cleavage. The off-shoulder dress made it easy to pull down from the chest and I pulled down the strapless bra along with it. And I didn't waste another second taking her nipple into my mouth. Meera's fingers ran through my hair and I took turns sucking both nipples.
My right hand again reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy over the panty. The dress had lost its position already and her thighs were on display for Desai. I could sense the rise in Meera's breath with my slow touches, and I delve further into her pleasure zone by going down to land a kiss between her legs.

"Krish..." I heard a gasp from Meera; sort of a warning.
I sat up and began to pull down her panty. But Meera didn't let me. She got up too and kissed me and then started undressing my shirt. It seemed she had forgotten Desai's presence in the room. I helped her remove my shirt. She smiled at me lovingly and started kissing my chest. She drew a circle around my nipple with her tongue and I laughed.
"Finally I have my baby."
I said and grabbed her face to kiss her again. She responded with her mouth open, and I found her hands working to unbutton my trousers. My heart started beating hard, anticipating the moment she start sucking my dick in front of Desai. Meera's hand soon disappeared into my pants and I felt her fingers around my dick. It throbbed and I gasped.

"Baby, are you ready for me?"
I whispered.
"Mmm..."
"You are mine..."
I whispered again.
Meera looked into my eyes.
"Am I?"
There was a spark in her eyes that she wanted me to notice. She grabbed my hand with her other hand and brought it between her legs.
"Is this yours?"
She was asking me to take back what was rightfully mine. She hadn't forgotten Desai's presence in the room. I learnt it in a second.
"Yes," I said and pushed her into the bed. With added vigour, I pulled down her panty and quickly knelt between her legs. And I bent down to give a slow deliberate lick on her pussy. I heard a moan from her. I bent down again to lick more. However, I suddenly found myself being dominated by the thought that I was eating a pussy which had been fucked many times by a man who was watching it from a few feet away, and I think I slowed down a bit.
Desai was indeed watching me closely.

"Lick harder, Krish. She's very fond of it." I heard his voice.
"Shut up, Susheel."
Meera warned him before I could even acknowledge.
"I'm just trying to help him, babe."
He said again.
"He doesn't need your help. He knows how to do it."
With her words, I found her palm behind my head. I felt a pang of insult as I thought they were competing with each other to make me eat her coveted pussy. But the moans from Meera were seductive enough to make me continue. It was part of the game. I thought as I pushed my tongue deep into the softness.

But as I finished and looked up I saw Meera's eyes drawn towards Desai. I looked at him. He was sitting on the chair with his hands by the sides, and I couldn't miss the sight of the huge bulge between his thighs. I felt the urge to respond by shoving my dick into her pussy. As if having read my mind, Meera sat up and pulled down my pants. She pulled it down a few inches only and then grabbed my dick with the other hand to reveal it.
I knew my dick was now on display but it didn't affect my arousal. With Meera jerking it slowly, I lay on my back on the bed to invite her for more. With more comfort, Meera used both her hands to jerk my dick and rub my balls at the same time. I thought she was going to suck it. I was waiting for it.
"Start sucking it, baby."
The words of encouragement came from Desai, turning my attention to him.
"Come on..."
Desai said again.
"Shut up Susheel..."
Meera said. This time there was a smirk on Meera's lips. Her voice was softer. I felt she was now enjoying his interruption.

I didn't wait for another second as I pulled her to lie next to me and bombarded her with another attack on her lips with my thirsty mouth. I could sense the strength of her body decreasing as if she was inviting me to take over. I climbed over her, and her arms ran around me. As my erection pressed between her legs with a part of her dress causing an unwanted separation, she smiled at me. There was a spark in her eyes that I loved absolutely, knowing that now she was seeing just me.
"I missed you like hell, baby," I said. My voice was a whisper.
Suddenly I found the strength of Meera's body returning, and she gave a lick across my lips.
"I missed you too, my love."

She whispered and pushed me aside. I moved to the side to lie on my back and allowed her to climb over me. Meera quickly threw her leg over me first, and then sat on my waist. But she didn't sit up; she rather came down to kiss me. The kiss was light. I ended up opening my mouth to welcome her, but she paused a second and then spat into my mouth. It was unexpected.
"You wanted this, didn't you, honey?"
She asked. The spark in her eyes didn't let me blink.
"Yes..."
My voice was a moan.
"You want more?"
She asked and spat again before I could say yes. And then, before I finished swallowing her saliva, she pushed her lips into my mouth to let me suck them at will. My arms went downward to lift her dress to start caressing her ass. The pose didn't last more than a few seconds as we hurriedly swapped our positions. Our bodies were magically brought into a place that we were looking for and Meera parted her legs properly for me, wider than ever.
As my mind started urging me to shove my dick into her well-moist hole, I reminded myself about the condom. I found it in my pocket and I quickly tore the packet open and started wearing it. Meera was surprised.

“Condom?”
It was indeed a rare thing for us.
“Yeah,” I said. “You're not on safe days, are you?”
I asked.
“Who told you that?”
Her reaction left me puzzled. I didn't know what to say but I knew I shouldn't say the truth.
However, the delay in my response was my response. Meera turned to Desai.
“You must have told him!”
“I knew he would need it.”
Desai said.
“So much for your friend! You guys are crazy.”

“We are brothers. Our hearts beat with the same feelings.”
“Don't tell me your dicks get hard the same way.” Meera quipped on the flow and then covered her mouth with her hand before looking at me. “I'm sorry.”
I smiled at her. I had finished wearing the rubber.
Our lips met again, and I didn't stop kissing her while guiding my dick into her pussy. Meera created circles around me with her legs and arms around me, welcoming me.
And I started fucking her hard, finally breaking the kiss. The way Meera exhaled with each of my pushes made me go faster during the next. I wanted to slow down after a while but my body was caught on fire already. My pace only increased and Meera started to pant soon. She threw her arms around my neck and moaned.
"Aaa...aaa...aaa... Krish..."
I reached the peak sooner than I anticipated, and I felt it should be just a minute.
"I'm cumming baby..."
I declared and pounded hard. I was beyond the point of no return.
"Mmm..."

Meera made a sound that came from her throat. And as I started ejaculating, she grabbed my head to pull me down and cry into my mouth.
"Aaa...aaah!"
She had hit an orgasm. It was so satisfying to watch. And suddenly I remembered that all of this was happening in front of Desai. And I felt proud of being watched. I was sure that I hadn't given her a long experience of penetrative sex but still the excitement of doing it with me after such a long gap had done the trick. Perhaps Desai's presence in the room too had helped.
We were panting but we still found time to kiss and share the love.
I rolled off her body and laughed.
"Oh my God. It was so good, baby."
Meera took a piece of cloth and wiped her pussy.
"Wow. That was some great first night moments." Desai said.

I smiled at him proudly.
As the panting settled, I turned to face Meera and him. I was still fully naked and Meera was still wearing the dress. Her dress at her neckline had slipped down to her hip to expose her breasts completely. Meera quickly pulled it to cover them though, as if she suddenly became aware of Desai's presence. She pulled down the lower end of the dress to cover her thighs too.
I sat up and looked for my pants. I couldn't find my pants.
"It's here."
Desai got up and picked up the clothes from the floor, next to the foot end of the bed.
My dick was completely exposed but I didn't feel the urge to hide it. I was not going to behave shyly. I slowly got up and drank some water from the jar, still keeping the clothes in one hand.
My dick was unusually hard, perhaps thrilled by my own boldness to put it on display.
Desai stood next to the bed and forwarded his hand to Meera.
"Are you tired, baby?"
He asked with a smirk.
Meera bit her lips. And she slowly pushed his hand away.

“It feels stupid now,” she said with shyness in her subtle movements. She was trying to keep her dress in place, although it was already in place. She kept pulling the neckline up and the lower edge down to her knees, and looked a bit lost about what to do. “Suddenly it feels like I became naked in the wrong place.” She added, trying to look deliberately stupid.
“You look adorable, baby.”
Desai said softly and forwarded his hand again.
"You managed to enter our personal moments too. Is there anything left in your mind after this?" Meera asked. She held his hand and sat up and placed her feet on the ground. She adjusted her dress again, pulling up the neckline of the dress.
"Krish has spoilt your Sindoor."
Desai said and tucked her hair strands behind her ear. He was now standing very close to her, and she was looking up, giving him a chance to study her face. They were looking each other in the eyes. I started wearing my clothes.
"You have spoilt her Sindoor, Krish."
Desai said to me, his eyes still fixed on Meera's face. And he slowly touched her cheek with his fingers and then brushed her lips with his thumb. I expected Meera to look away or push him away, accusing him to be weird. But she only kept her eyes on his face. And as his fingers moved below her chin, she further lifted her face.

“He was rough,” I heard him whisper.
“Did you see it?”
Meera asked.
“Couldn’t even blink.”
“How did it feel?”
“I could relate well to his feelings,” Desai tucked her hair strands behind her ear again, making me wonder if he was trying to be intimate with her. He went on, “I’ve done this many times myself, so.”
Meera smiled, “isn’t it what you wanted to watch?”
“I only wanted to watch you in happiness.”
Desai said and looked at me. “Are you happy about what you’ve done, Krish?”
“Yes, I’m happy,” I said. I had finished pulling up my pants.
“So now I guess I can take my baby back!”
I thought he was joking.
“What,” the first voice of resistance came from Meera. “Are you crazy?”
Desai didn’t reply to her. Instead, he bent down and landed a soft kiss on her lips. I watched in disbelief as his lips touched my wife’s lips which I was sucking like a lollipop a few minutes ago. Meera was as stunned as I was.
“Come,” Desai grabbed her hands.
“No, Susheel…”

Meera said in a voice that suddenly felt more tired than ever. But Desai's invitation continued through his eyes. I was so lost in the moment that I forgot to make a stand. I would have bobbed my head sideways, had Meera cared to seek my opinion. But she didn’t.
And I watched her slowly getting up, though she looked far from being convinced. As soon as she stood up, Desai kissed her again, this time more intently. His palm covered her ear but I didn’t miss the sight of her lips opening to welcome his kiss.
Meera's chest had started to move. Even my breathing had increased.
“This night is going to be a little longer,” Desai whispered and turned to me. “Let’s call it a day, my friend. Good night.” He turned his head back to her without waiting for my response. I thought he was going to kiss her again.
“No,” Meera said quickly, giving me false hope for a moment before adding, “not here, Susheel.”
She had taken a stand I was never going to take. She had agreed to join him in bed right after making love to me.
Desai smiled at her and turned to me again.
“Say goodnight to her, Krish.” He said.
I could only nod at her. Desai put his arm around her and walked out.
“I didn’t even wash,” I heard Meera saying.
“You don’t have to,” Desai said to her. “You are alright, honey.”

I felt he was ready to welcome her no matter what; no matter what she was doing moments ago. I had already watched him kiss her mouth despite knowing how I was sucking her lips. Now he didn’t even have the patience to let her clean herself after having sex with me. He was so addicted to my wife.
I wondered if Desai was showing signs of a cuckold nature of his own.
What fantasy is he playing secretly in his mind?

Meera had thrown a glance at me as before she walked with him. I took it as a cue to follow them. But as soon as they entered Desai's room, he closed the door. I rushed to the door and tried to push it open slowly. But it was bolted from the inside!

I was not sure whether I should be devastated or excited. Perhaps I was both. I had found the joy of making love to my wife hardly ten minutes ago, and I was then left to witness the sight of her walking into another man’s bedroom. For a moment I felt robbed, and tricked by Desai. But then I thought otherwise. Desai too had been waiting for this night. He had repeatedly told me that he was going to take Meera ‘back’ after my time. He named it ‘first night’ and helped me make love to my wife as if she was a ‘virgin girl’. His presence in my bedroom was a reason for the added excitement between me and Meera. Even though I was not able to last long like I should have liked, I was able to take her to the top of the pleasure hill. Watching me bringing her to the heavenly feeling, Desai would have become jealous, I thought.

Standing in front of the closed soundproof door was of no use. I rued my old decision not to drill holes in Desai's room while walking back to the hall. I sat on the sofa for some time and then headed back to my room. I switched off the lights in the hall, as it was now obvious that Meera was not going to return to me in the night. I stood next to my bed and looked at it. I tried to imagine how Meera was lying there with her legs parted, welcoming my dick into her pussy. And then I wondered what she would be doing in Desai's room at the moment. I could not imagine. My head was already filled with visuals of Desai's muscular body, fully naked, going up and down.
He must be walking the path to heaven and Meera would have already started screaming loud with pleasure. I thought.

I lay in bed and switched off the light. I felt a sense of loneliness taking over me. It was unlike the loneliness I had been living since the day of my fall. It was different. But I didn't know how to react to it. There was no pain.
I touched my dick and its hardness was still strong. I wrapped my fingers around it and tried to remember the feeling of moving it inside Meera. I felt my body becoming warmer. Before I knew it, I was jerking it.
Later, before I fell asleep I tried to calm myself down with the hope that I would be able to listen to the recording from Desai's room in the morning.

However, in the morning I found it difficult to retrieve the recorder from Desai's room. I woke up at my usual time but Meera and Desai took their time to walk out of that room. As I found the door closed in the morning, I thought they must be having morning sex. But when Meera walked out, I could not find any evidence. She walked out like any other day.
When Desai came to the hall, I asked him about the night.
"It was beautiful, Krish." He said with a proud smile. "You know, I had waited too long for it."
I wanted to ask him if he was going to let Meera sleep in my room at night. But I didn't ask, for the fear of giving him a chance to decide and dictate.
"I thought you would leave the door open," I said.
"I wanted to leave it open. But Meera insisted that I close it."
"Oh," I said. It was expected.
"But I promise you, Krish. It will happen soon."
He said.
I was not dying to see him fuck my wife. But all I could think about was how he would have done it last night.

As Desai went to the shower, I thought about retrieving the voice recorder from Desai's room. But I could not gather enough courage. Even if I could retrieve the recorder, I was not sure about using it when Meera and Desai are home. So I waited patiently.
Meera was busy in the kitchen. She was wearing a black top and an orange skirt. Her hair was tied in a hurry. She smiled at me and it looked like a perfect way a wife could welcome her husband in the kitchen. It was absolutely calm. Except that I knew she was fucking another man in the night.
"How did it go, baby?" I asked, only to feel bad about having jumped into the subject in such a bizarre way.
Meera looked at me and gave me an innocent look. As if she didn't fuck him last night.

"The last night." I reminded her. In case she has forgotten.
"It was good."
Her voice was soft.
"Just good?"
I wanted her to stop making the dosa for a moment and face her husband. But she kept doing her things.
"Well... It was great." She said without looking at me. The casualness in her behaviour was making me jealous.
I moved closer, almost touching our arms, with my back against the counter.
"Greater than what we had?"
Meera smiled at me, "mmm...jealous?"
"Tell me."
I insisted.
Meera bit her lips before replying, "Yes."
I knew she was just making it up to taunt me. Perhaps she knew that I was not going to buy any other answer.
"So, he fucked you that hard?" I asked again, leaning sideways to bring my face in front of her.
"Step away," she warned. "else you'll burn yourself."
"I have already burnt myself," I said and kissed her. I was expecting some resistance but she didn't move a muscle. I swallowed her lips together and drew a circle around them with my tongue in my mouth. She laughed lovingly as I finished.
"My cuckold hubby!" She squeezed my arm.
"When is he leaving?"
I asked.
"I'm not sure. He told me about a friend's resto-bar inauguration in the city, today evening. He wants us to be with him."
Meera revealed.

It was new information for me. Desai was making the most out of his time left with us.
Desai later confirmed it.
"You guys are coming with me. We're gonna have a blast." He said.
"But, I don't think I could walk into such a place. I'm not ready." I said.
"Don't worry, we won't spend the whole night partying."
Desai said.
I knew that. He would be the first one to hurry back home from the party. Because it was going to be his last chance to be with Meera in a long time.

Meera asked me if I had any plans for the day. I repeated my desire to drive around the city, a short drive. She asked me where I was going for the drive. I had no specific destination. I just wanted to have the feeling of driving a car.
"Do you wanna join me?" I asked.
"I have no plan to join you for half an hour's drive."
Meera laughed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be soon making grand plans for you.”
I said.
“Like a trip to Kerala?”
“Yeah,”
“Do you have any other place in your mind? How about a beach or something?”
“A foreign beach, yes. We can think about making love on a beach, lying on the sands.” I said.
Meera stared at me for a moment.
“That’s great fantasy.” She said.

We had breakfast together, sitting around the dining table with Desai. Meera expressed her desire to go to the temple on Sunday. I was ready.
"Would you like to join, Susheel?" Meera asked Desai.
"No, the temple is not my place."
"Really?" Meera laughed a little. "There was a time when you came all the way from Shimoga for a temple visit."
Desai laughed.
"Desperate times, desperate measures."
He wasn't desperate anymore. He had the freedom to have my wife at any time.

After breakfast, I went out. I was thrilled to drive my car again and see my favourite roads in the city. The sense of freedom to move anywhere you want was special. Only when I experienced it I realised how much I missed it.
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