Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

I felt my world crumbling as I watched them, their intimacy unfolding in my marital bed. Meera’s breathing got heavier, her body arching in response to Desai's touch. The pain of betrayal was sharp, cutting through me with every sound and every movement they made. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This was the woman I loved, the woman I trusted, now lost in the game of passion with a man who had proved irresistible to her. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—shock, betrayal, anger, and even more to my horror, the familiar sense of unwelcome arousal. I knew I should have left my hiding place, confronted them, or done something, but I was frozen in place, a silent witness to their infidelity.

I thought of turning off my phone’s flight mode and dialling Meera's number. Her phone, lying on the dressing table, would ring and might make her think that I’m coming back to the house. Or at least helping her get a grasp of herself, helping her to get out of this. I had used this trick to stop her from falling into another man’s charms long ago, and there was a possibility that I could repeat it once again. But I could not move my body.

There was a part of my body that wanted to watch this. To see how it unfolds. The willing cuckold in me. The beast I had sent to sleep had awakened. I was sitting in the limited space inside the shelf, without having any scope to move, and my limbs were confined to a folded condition. But nothing stopped my dick from gaining growth to become a rock that, before I could even become conscious of it, sent my body and mind into a thrilling frenzy of finally watching what I was dying to witness a few months ago – my lovely wife, submitting to the lust in the hands of a man capable of doing it.

Desai whispered something into Meera's ear, making her giggle softly. The sound of her giggle told me how much she was drawn to this and the instant jealousy I felt was almost like a knife piercing my heart. Desai got up and helped Meera sit up on the bed, her legs still touching the floor. He stood up momentarily to remove his shirt, revealing his dominant physique. As he moved around a bit while doing so, my gaze fell on Meera, sitting topless – with her bare breasts on full display – and without an iota of shyness. And more than that, what captured my attention was the way she was gazing at his chest, appreciating his physique. Desai tossed his shirt aside and leaned down toward her, again capturing her lips with his. His hands were everywhere – her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. Meera moaned softly into his mouth, her body writhing under his touch.

After a few seconds, his hands reached down to start pulling her gown down from her thighs, and Meera slowly lifted her body to allow him to pull it over her head; to completely remove it. Meera's gown was gone in an instant; I saw her sitting boldly on the bed in just her panty.

I could sense a devastating feeling growing inside me despite my arousal.
How long had she been waiting for this? How could Desai betray me like this?
My thoughts raced. And at the same time, deep down, a part of me knew that this moment had been building up for a long time.

I thought Desai gestured toward the bed, and Meera readily skidded her body backward to lie on her back on the bed. This time she properly lay on it, and Desai bent down toward her head and started kissing her. Desai's left hand travelled down her body and slowly slipped under the waistband of her panties. Before I could guess what was coming, Meera arched her back as his palm wormed inside her panties. I bit my lip, trying to stay silent, trying to process the scene unfolding before me. Desai's fingers worked their magic, and Meera arched back, her moans becoming more audible with each passing moment.

Meera threw her left arm around Desai's neck, pulling him closer. The raw passion between them was undeniable, and it was tearing me apart. Desai moved down, his lips trailing kisses over Meera's body. He took his time, savouring every inch of her. When he finally reached her panties, he pulled them down, revealing her body’s perfection completely. Meera's eyes were closed, her breathing heavy, as she waited for his next move.

Desai stood up again, pulling down his pants and underwear. He was now as naked as she was, and the sight of them both, completely exposed, was almost too much to bear. The anticipation of an unknown danger was killing me. Meera glimpsed onto him, and then closed her eyes.
“Oh my God!” Her voice was hollow. I saw her upper body quivering, and she refused to open her eyes for a few seconds. She seemed too stunned to react. But at the same time, she wasn’t doing anything to indicate that she didn’t want him to continue. Desai soon climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Meera was forced to open her eyes this time.
“Susheel…”Meera was now looking at his eyes. “You know I can’t stop you, don’t you?”
“I know that I can’t stop me.” Desai said, caressing her thighs, and he then slowly lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist. Just before her legs were raised, I thought I caught a glimpse of his dick.
Erect. Thick. Dark. Enough to kill my psyche for a moment.
"How much I missed this," Desai whispered, and Meera smiled, with a sense of disbelief dominating her eyes.
"Did you miss me, Meera?" he asked.
“Susheel… I…” Meera's voice was just a helpless moan.

Desai grabbed his dick without breaking eye contact with her and slowly caressed it. He was warming up his monster.
I should make a phone call to interrupt them, now. I heard someone screaming inside me.
“Did you miss me, baby?” Desai asked again. I swallowed as I watched him lift his dick and then move his grip from its tip to the base, slowly. Its round head was visible to me and I felt it was shiny.
"Mmm... Yes," she replied. She seemed half-asleep. I forgot to breathe for a moment.
"I love to hear this, baby," Desai said and slowly positioned his dick between her legs, and without giving me time to anticipate his next move, he swiftly guided it into her. And I watched his hip moving all the way forward!
"Aaah…."
Meera's response was a soft cry.
"This sound, the sound of your breathing when I go inside you, is what I’ve been dreaming of for the past six months. Can you feel me, my baby girl?"
Desai's voice was as soft and seductive as it could be. Meera's response was just a moan. The movement of her lips, the quivering, told me how much she loved the feel of his dick inside her pussy.
"Can you feel me, my baby?" Desai asked again.

"Yes…"
"You love it?"
"Mmm…" Meera nodded at him. Her eyes did not want to free him. The joy in her eyes was something I had never witnessed in my life. She was lost in the moment.
Desai pulled back, slowly, as if enjoying every inch of her warmth. And then he pumped back!
“Aaaaah!” Meera cried again. I wanted to close my eyes. I felt Meera was getting hurt, and for a moment I felt I should have made that call.
Desai kept his dick buried inside her and leaned forward to land a soft kiss on her lips, as if a gift for surrendering to his manliness. Just a touching kiss, and then he was up again, withdrawing from her.
“Mmm…” Desai let out a moan. He was immersing himself in the pleasure. His dream had come true. I could see the satisfaction on his body movement already. I felt I would die because of jealousy. How can he long so much for my wife?

“Meera… my forever crush…” Desai said again, and then started moving his body. He seemed to have slow down, compared to the initial thrusts. And now Meera had completely surrendered to his movements, his thrusts. No more violent cries escaped her mouth as Desai started fucking her in a deliberate pace. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their moans and gasps filling the room. It was an erotic symphony, one that I was forced to listen to and watch. Desai's thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, building up the tension, the anticipation. After a few minutes, he pulled out to bend down and kissed her pussy. Meera moaned with ecstasy. Desai then lay on top of her, and Meera readily grabbed his member to guide it back into her pussy. I could see that even the last bit of her resistance, hesitation, or whatever was wiped out by lust. He kissed her mouth, swallowing both her lips, and his tongue made a circle around her mouth. His hips started to rise and drop at the other end, comfortably fucking her in a controlled yet powerful rhythm of thrusts. Meera's hands were everywhere—his back, his arms, his neck. She was completely lost in the moment, in him.

I felt a quivering sensation within my body, and I couldn't readily realize what it was. Then I felt something leaking out of my body, from the lower part of my body. I felt I was urinating, then I suddenly realized that I had ejaculated in my pants. My body had surrendered to what I had been subjected to witness by my destiny. I closed my eyes and infused my mind in the pleasure of that release, and I returned to my reality only when I heard the thumping sound from the bed starting to penetrate my ear.

I peeped through the gap again. Desai had started fucking her faster, making Meera moan faster. They were both lost in their own world, a world where I didn't exist. It was a devastating realization. This wasn't just a physical act; it was something deeper, more emotional. This was a moment that would forever change our relationship, our lives. There was no going back from this. And yet, I couldn't tear myself away. I was a prisoner to my own curiosity, my own pain.

The sound of their bodies moving and colliding was now accompanied by the splashing sound of his dick ramming into her wet pussy. Meera then lost control of herself and screamed.
"Oh my god… I’m cumming…aah…" she cried out.
Desai pushed himself deep into her and held it there. I felt he was also cumming, but he didn’t let out any expression of a climax. He waited for a second and then kissed her hard; intensely enough to draw her breath from her lungs. I saw Meera pushing her tongue into his mouth, allowing him to suck it. Immediately after, I saw him pushing his tongue back into her mouth too. Meera joyously sucked his tongue.
"You want more of me, don’t you, baby?" Desai asked when their lips finally parted. Even before she could say a word, he started to move his hip again. The man was a machine. His engine had just warmed up.

“Meera…” I heard Desai whispering as he kept thrusting, “when my cock goes in yours like this... the feeling is heaven... I feel like I own you completely. I want you, baby. I want this moment to go on forever. I don’t want to stop.”
His each thrust produced a moan from Meera.
Despite the struggle, she smiled at him, a hint of tiredness in her eyes.
"I don’t want you to stop," she whispered.

That was my wife. That was what she wanted. I felt dying out of jealousy, again. I felt remorse when I thought of what I had been depriving her of for the last six months.
“Did you miss me, Meera?” he asked.
“Mmm…”
“How much?”
“You have no idea,” she responded breathlessly.
“A lot?” Desai probed further.
“Yes. You used to come and make me do a lot of things in my dreams,” Meera admitted.
I wondered if she was just making that up at the heat of the moment, and hoped she was.
“You could have had me, baby.” Desai said.
“I thought you had left forever.”
“Leaving you was not my destiny, I feel now.”
Desai increased his pace, and Meera’s moans grew louder and more frequent. “You’re not getting enough from him, are you?” he asked.
“How do you know?” she panted.

For a moment I felt I didn’t want to hear what they were going to speak next. But they were already doing it. Talking about me.
“I knew it the other day when I saw you at lunch.” Desai went on.
“Why didn’t you call me then?”
Meera was giving in too much for the moment.
“I didn’t want to make you come back. I thought you guys might make it up.”
“I thought the same.”
“Don’t worry, baby. Now I am here. I will give you all the pleasure. My dick is always yours.”
“You didn’t see anyone for the last six months?”
Meera was looking him in the eyes.
And his eyes were on hers, “No, baby.”
“Why?”
“Couldn’t find someone who could replace you in my dreams.”
“Six months?”
“Yes.”
I hated how Meera smiled at him for those words, coated with affection that made him feel proud and forced me to question my authority as her husband.
“Baby, I am going to fill your pussy with my load. It will be heavy. Feel me inside you tonight.”
“I wouldn’t mind it, Susheel. Do anything you want.”
“Will you do anything I want?”
“What is it?”
“Then ride me.”

Desai stopped moving and turned them over, quickly bringing Meera on top of him. She didn’t waste time. She climbed onto his body and sat on his waist while guiding his dick back into her pussy. Her breasts hung and started bouncing as soon as she started riding him, both hands resting on his chest. I noticed the sight of her erect tits. The curve of her back and the roundness of her breasts on the opposite side was making quite a sight to me. I saw her ass cheeks rubbing over his thighs as she moved back and forth, and I was sure she was making sure to fill her pussy with the whole length of his dick.
So much pleasure.
“Come kiss me,” Desai demanded.
Meera paused moving, apparently letting his dick to stay deep inside her pussy, and then put both arms on the bed and leaned down to kiss him. Desai devoured her lips eagerly. His arms slowly massaged her breasts, feeling their softness with a circular motion of his palms.
At the first break of the kiss, Desai asked her, “Now give me... give it to me….”
I thought he was asking her to start riding him again. But Meera did not move.
She looked into his eyes. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”

“Open your mouth.” She said.
Desai opened his mouth and held his tongue out. Meera brought her mouth just above his and then slowly spat into his open mouth. I was stunned. It was a first, something she had refused to do with him in the past. And this time she obliged with a mere gesture. I felt it was a moment that spoke volumes about the chemistry between them.
Desai swallowed her saliva and opened his mouth wider.
Meera giggled and started riding him again, slowly, “You want me to spit in your mouth, baby? You want my saliva?”
“Yeah, spit in my mouth, Meera.”
Meera cupped her hands around his face and then spat forcefully. “Drink it, Mr. Desai!”
“Finally, I got the gift,” Desai murmured.
Meera laughed a little and nodded, “yes.” She then lowered her face to suck his lips. She had surrendered completely to him and had committed to please him to the maximum.

Immediately after that kiss, Desai went up and repositioned himself on top, between her legs, lifting them over his shoulders. He caressed the smooth skin of her legs, trailing kisses up and down her calves. As he was kissing her, I didn’t miss the sight of Meera grabbing his member and guiding it into her pussy. Slowly, he began to thrust, each powerful movement causing her entire body to quiver, the ripples of their passion visibly shaking her breasts.
Desai continued thrusting for another two minutes before spreading her legs wider and lowering his body to suck her breasts. After a while, he rose again and began thrusting with increased speed. His pace intensified, making Meera cry out in pleasure. I lost the ability to breathe as I was caught in a spell, witnessing the sight of my wife being consumed by lust. Desai rammed into her relentlessly, like a machine, and I knew there was no way I could claim her to be my wife after this.
Is this how he fucks her? Is this how he has given her pleasure?
I thought, feeling an unbearable pang of jealousy and self-doubt. There was no way Meera could accept me as her husband after this.

Desai's relentless pace drove Meera to new heights of pleasure. Her cries filled the room, and I began to worry he might hurt her. One moment she was struggling to breathe, the next she was moaning loudly. She even started grabbing and fondling her own breasts, which made Desai even more intense. They seemed perfectly in sync, and each thrust, moan, and touch felt like a knife to my heart. This wasn’t just physical; it was something deeper that was changing our relationship forever.

As Desai kept thrusting into her, Meera reached out for him, clearly wanting more. Desai lowered himself to her, and Meera wrapped her arms around his back, her nails digging in. Their passion was intense. Desai gripped her thighs, pulling her closer with each powerful thrust. His grunts and heavy breathing filled the room as he pressed his mouth to hers. Meera stuck out her tongue, and he sucked it hard before licking all around her mouth.
"Meera… are you ready, my baby? I want to cum… baby… are you ready?" Desai panted.
"Yes… yes… Susheel… oh my god… you are killing me…" Meera cried out in response.
Desai thrust harder a few times, and then grunted loudly as he pressed his body against hers, his dick deep inside her. Meera cried out again, clearly experiencing another orgasm. And the intense power that Desai displayed to keep his body pressing against hers made me realise that he was filling her pussy with his load. My wife was getting her pussy filled by his fertile sperm.
I watched with helpless jealousy as they reached their climax together. Their bodies shook in unison, their cries of pleasure filling the room.

After filling her pussy with his load, Desai collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily and tangled together.
“That was huge…” he murmured in ecstasy, “…feels like all my energy passing to you…”
As Desai's heavy breathing began to slow, he slowly withdrew from Meera and shifted onto his side beside her. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their laboured breathing, a contrast to the intensity that had just filled the space. Desai gently stroked Meera's hair, his fingers trailing lightly across her cheek and neck. His touch was tender, almost affectionate, as he whispered into her ear.

"You were incredible, Meera," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I’ve wanted this moment for so long, and it was everything I hoped for."
Meera, still panting and flushed from the intensity of their encounter, turned her head to look at him. Her movement was carrying the effect of tiredness. She reached out to caress his face, her fingers brushing against his lips.
"I never thought I could feel this way again," she murmured, her voice tinged with emotion. "You've made me feel alive in a way I didn't realize I needed."
Desai smiled, his eyes locking with hers. He leaned in to kiss her gently, his lips brushing softly against hers. The kiss was slow and filled with affection, a stark contrast to the raw passion they had just shared. As they broke apart, Desai's hand continued to caress her face, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from the corner of her eye.

"Don’t…” Desai said, shaking his head slightly. “This was unexpected. Don’t blame yourself. It’s something that was meant to happen, and you and I don’t have to dwell on it. I just want you to know that I care about you, Meera."
I saw Meera nodding at him, though I could not see her facial expression. The tenderness between them was visible, and it was clear that there was a genuine connection and care between them. The scene left me with a complex mix of feelings – betrayal, sadness, and a profound sense of loss.

Desai got up from the bed and began dressing with deliberate movements. Meera just remained on the bed, and pulled a bed sheet to cover her body. Once dressed, Desai leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Meera's forehead. “Be careful,” he advised softly, his voice carrying a note of concern. “I think we should keep this between us. Don’t hurt him.”
I could hardly believe Desai’s audacity to show concern for me after screwing my wife in my bed. It was a bizarre display of care, considering how he had just betrayed me.
Meera nodded in agreement, her face reflecting a mix of relief and sadness.
“You should get ready before he returns, Meera,” Desai advised.
Meera nodded and sat up, still covering her body with the bed sheet. She leaned against the wall, sitting on the bed.
“You should leave first, Susheel,” she said in a tired voice.

Desai headed toward the door. I watched on, hidden, as he left the room. I heard the soft click of the door closing behind him. The sound was a stark reminder of what had just happened – a man leaving my bedroom after fucking my wife’s brains out in our marital bed. The harsh reality of the situation was almost too much to bear. Life was unfolding in ways I could scarcely believe.

I couldn't shake off the wave of devastation and disappointment. I needed to confront Meera immediately. I wanted to understand from her own lips why she couldn't control her own temptations. Why did she have to do this, especially when everything seemed in our favour to move on from Desai?
After a few moments, I watched as Meera slowly got up, her face now a stark contrast to the joy she had just moments ago. Her expression was gloomy and distressed. She grabbed her clothes, clutching them to her chest, but made no move to put them on.
Standing completely nude, baring the clothes in her hands, Meera's face crumpled as she began to cry. The sudden shift in her emotions left me stunned. Her sobs were heartfelt and raw, a painful display of regret and sorrow.
“Oh, Krish, what did I do to you?” she wept, her tears falling freely.
I remembered Desai wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye immediately after their lovemaking. She had been on the brink of a breakdown, struggling to hold back her emotions.
Oh my God. I said myself. I should have made that call.
I closed my eyes. I knew I had failed myself.

After a few moments, Meera composed herself, wiping her tears away. She gathered her clothes and headed to the bathroom. She returned quickly, wrapped in a towel after a hasty shower, though she hadn’t washed her hair. Her movements were mechanical as she opened her wardrobe and selected new clothes. Casually dropping the towel, she bared her body once more, checking herself in the mirror for any signs of Desai’s touch – likely looking for hickeys.

She put on a bra and panties, followed by a top and pants. Meera then wiped her partially wet hair one final time before heading back to the bed, seemingly preparing to settle in for the night. She picked up her phone and dialled a number - presumably mine - only to be met with no response. She took a long breath, then sat on the bed and dialled again. I saw a pang of relief on her face as the call began to ring. She wasn’t dialling my number this time.
The call was answered after a short wait.
“Hello, Maithrei. Is everything okay? How’s the child?”
The spy in my brain took a jolt as I realized Meera had called Maithrei. I couldn’t hear Maithrei’s voice, so I waited as Meera spoke. Then, Meera asked the question I had been dreading.
“Krish hasn’t returned yet. When did he leave your place?”
The pause as Meera listened to Maithrei’s response felt endless. And then, I noticed Meera’s eyes widen in disbelief, her posture stiffening.
“From here? Are you sure?” Meera asked, as if trying to reconfirm what she had just heard.

I knew Maithrei had told her everything. I realized this night’s surprises weren’t over yet. From Meera’s expression, I could see the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. An hour ago, I had told Maithrei that I was at home, resting in my bed. And now Maithrei had revealed it to Meera. It wouldn’t take long for her to figure out I was hiding somewhere in the house.
It wasn’t that I had committed the gravest betrayal of the night. But the revelation of my presence in the same room while she was getting fucked by Desai would undoubtedly prove that I had been willing to let it happen.

Meera hung up the phone, her face filled with confusion and growing suspicion. She looked around the room, as if searching for where I might be hiding. And then, eventually, her eyes fell on the shelf where I was hiding, and froze.

I could only hold my breath.​