Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

Maithrei finished the sip and caught me staring, raising an eyebrow.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Krish?"
"Nothing," I shook my head slightly, without looking away. "You look beautiful."
She blinked, surprised, and then broke into a wide smile. "Well, that’s unexpected," she said, giggling. "Thank you. I needed to hear that."

We talked and joked for a while, and I could see the pressure vanishing from her. After finishing the second drink, she glanced at me, smiling.
“I’ve actually felt really tense all day,” she admitted. “But… I’m happy now. Thank you for spending time with me.”
“Anytime,” I replied, meaning it.
When I finished my drink, she hesitated a bit before asking, “Would you mind taking me for a drive?”
I wanted another drink but quickly decided against it. “I’ll be happy to.”

We left the bar and walked to the parking lot on the left side of the bar. I opened the front door of my car for her, and she slid in. As she settled down, I couldn't help but watch the shine of her cleavage, the beauty of that valley, despite the limited illumination in the parking lot. Again, the thought of Desai crept into my mind, against my will. His greedy lips and tongue, feasting on those melons. I writhed in jealousy.
As I walked around the car to reach my seat, I tried to find solace in the fact that nowadays, she was openly flirting with me. It was no secret how much she was attracted to me. She would have dreamt of making love to me, just as she would have about Desai. I thought of Desai learning about it, and I felt a sense of satisfaction creeping into my mind.

I got into the driving seat and smiled at her. She looked relaxed, the edge of her hair shining from the yellow light falling from the street light. I realised that I was enjoying being around her, and I wondered if it was because she was the ex-girlfriend of Desai.
“So, where are we headed?” she asked, when I started the car.
I laughed. “Let’s drive to Chennai. I hope it’s just a few hours…”
Maithrei pinched my cheek and laughed. “I’m not sure I’m up for Chennai tonight, but I wish we could find seashore right now.”
Even though the car was started, I didn’t drive it. I couldn’t help but find myself captivated by the way her lips moved and how her laughter softened her expression. I couldn’t look away; the attraction stimulated something inside me. Before I knew it, I leaned over and pulled her toward me, pressing my lips to hers.

Her eyes went wide with shock, and she stiffened, pulling back. She managed to push against my chest, and the next thing I felt was her palm landing across my.
“What the hell, Krish?” she gasped, her voice filled with disbelief and hurt.
I froze, the sting on my cheek grounding me instantly. I couldn’t speak.
Maithrei sighed, glancing around the parking lot, her eyes scanning for anyone who might be nearby. She looked back at me, visibly annoyed.
“Krish, what were you thinking? Right here in the parking lot?” she whispered sharply.
I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling a bit foolish.
“I’m sorry. I just... I couldn’t help it. You looked incredible.”

She took a breath, softening a little. “Just drive me home, Krish. We better leave now.”
“Of course, of course,” I replied, quickly engaging the gear and hitting the road towards her place.
We both fell silent for a few minutes. And then I decided to break it.
“I’m sorry. Maithrei. I got caught up in the moment.”
She didn’t say anything. But eventually, after ten minutes’ drive, she sighed and looked over at me. “You couldn’t control yourself, huh?” She gave a small, knowing smile. “Alright then, let’s talk.”
She said and pointed towards a road towards left. “Turn there.”
Surprised, I followed her instructions, turning onto a deserted road. I noticed it was dark, no street lights around. She kept looking around and then gestured to a dark spot just off the road.
“Pull over there, and turn off the headlights,” she instructed.
I did as she said, turning off the car. And she turned to me readily.
“Now,” she whispered. “You can do whatever you want. No one’s here to see us.”

I was stunned by the sudden change in the atmosphere. A few minutes ago, I had been reeling from the insult of a slap across my cheek. And here I was, being presented with a chance of redemption.
I didn’t wait another moment as I leaned toward Maithrei. I felt a surge of energy I hadn’t expected – like all the frustration and anger that had been building inside me had finally found an outlet. Our lips met, and I greedily devoured her lips. They were soft and warm, but I was hungry for more. I pressed my thumb and middle fingers against her cheeks to open her mouth, and invaded it with my tongue, inviting her for a tongue dance. She gave in quickly, and we sucked on each other’s tongues and lips, breathlessly.

Maithrei’s response grew with intent, as she leaned towards me with her face still in my hands, as if to gesture that she wanted to surrender to me. And my hand dropped to her breasts, soon worming inside the neckline of her kurta. My fingers plunged into the abundance of her softness, though the tightness of the fabric was limiting my movement. I reached behind her with my left hand to unzip the kurta and then slid down the shoulders. I pulled down the bra strap too, and I made sure I pulled down the clothes enough to reveal a major part of her left breast. And then, I hurriedly pushed my right palm into her bra, this time successfully rewarding myself with the pleasure of touching the bare softness of her breast. My lips remained locked with hers, still expressing my eagerness to suck them. As soon as my fingers found the hardness of her tit inside her half open bra cup, I cupped my palm under her breast and took it out. The whole of her left breast was out, and I hurried to lower my mouth to start sucking her tit. Maithrei gasped at my nonstop charge. It turned into a soft moan as I circled my tongue around the centre of it, and at the same time my hand dropped further to caress her belly over the kurta. I squeezed at the soft side of the belly and then brought my hands to feel over her thighs. The fabric of her palazzo was much thinner than the kurta, and I could feel the smoothness of her thighs over it.

Maithrei leaned back on the seat, with her arms holding me like an invitation. I adjusted my seat backward too, to find space to lean towards her. The confined space inside the car was trying its best to slow us down but the excitement to beat it was thriving inside us. My right hand soon reached between her legs, and Maithrei simply opened her legs to let me touch her. I could sense the softness of her triangle mount, and I pushed my fingers to feel the slit. Maithrei gasped.
“Back seat?”
I broke the attention and stared at her eyes. She wanted exactly what I wanted.
“Yes…” I said, nodding.
I got back to my seat and pulled it forward, and then raised its backrest forward to create a gap between both the seats. Maithrei moved first through the gap and I soon followed. Once I landed on the backseat, I folded the left front seat forward to create more space in the back.
Maithrei was breathing hard, and watching me.
I stared back at her. “What?” I asked and then gestured at her kurta. “We can take it off, can’t we?”
Maithrei licked her lips, threw a glace around the car through the window panes, and then pulled the kurta over her head. I helped her, and a moment later, I had the slightly plumb body of hers for the pleasure of my eyes. Our eyes were now adjusted to the darkness and we could see the spark in our eyes each other.

“You are magic, I told you Maithrei.”
I whispered.
“Show me yours,” she said. “You’ve made me wait so long.”
I smiled and leaned forward. Our lips met with more vigour, and my hands literally ripped her bra off her body. Our kiss lasted seconds only, as she lay on her back on the seat and I climbed on her to start feasting on her breasts. This time, both of the soft melons were at my service. The memory of how Desai had sucked Meera's tits while fucking her in bed the day before suddenly came to haunt me. And I felt a feel of rage as I thought I was about to do the same with a woman he once considered his girlfriend. I knew I was going to enjoy this, a lot.
I wasted no time to pull down her palazzo, along with her panty. Maithrei did not show an iota of doubt to let me remove them. She just adjusted her long hair so as to avoid getting tousled in the act. The palazzo got stuck on her sandal, and I removed it too. With that she lay there in the complete glory of her nudeness.

“You’re beautiful, Maithrei. Absolutely stunning.” I said.
Maithrei chuckled softly, pleased to give me the full view of her body. “I’ve waited to hear that from you… for longer than you know.”
I couldn’t stop myself from lowering my mouth to her bare skin, tasting her, relishing the softness and the quiet gasps escaping her lips as I worked my way down her neck and across her chest. Her breath caught as I kissed each inch of her, pressing her back against the seat, making every moment last.
By the time my lips reached at her navel, my hands had already made its way between her legs, caressing the soft mount and rubbing her clit.
“Aaahhh…” I heard a moan from her. Soon I pushed my middle finger inside her, and Maithrei’s moan only got louder as I found wetness inside it.
I took my finger back and sucked it, looking right into her eyes.
Maithrei gasped at my gesture. “God.... Eat me, Krish.”
I brought my right knee to the floor of the car and bent me. But I still could not bring my mouth where I wanted. The lack of space in the car was about to beat me in this game.
“Next time you bring a big car when you come to fuck me, Krish,” Maithrei said with a giggle.
I laughed. “I’m not going home without tasting you, babe.”
“Mmm…” she laughed, “how?”
I moved her left foot into the driving seat and put my both palms under her thighs. Then I lifted her waist to bring her coveted triangle toward my mouth. I did it slowly to let her watch it.

“Like this,” I said with a smile and darted out my tongue to slowly land a clean single lick across her pussy.
“Oh…” Maithrei gasped. I saw her belly throbbing.
“You are worth every moment I thought of you, Krish. I can’t believe I’m living this,” she said.
Desai's ex was singing praise of me. I felt all the insults that I had been accumulating while listening to Meera and Nidhi indirectly to praise the masculinity of Desai was just reversed. And I pressed my mouth to her pussy with great hunger, and slurped all the moisture off it. But it had started to ooze out more. And the way her fingers gripped my hair, how she held her hips up for me – it felt like she was lost in the moment as much as I was.
She was ready.
I put her waist down and smiled at her. “Worth it.”
Maithrei giggled and her eyes remained locked with mine. She adjusted her hair again.
When I finally moved back up, pressing my body against hers, she looked at me with a wild gleam in her eyes. “Take me, Krish. Don’t hold back.”
Finally, unable to hold back, I shifted, lowering my pants as I positioned myself between her legs. The space was tight, but somehow that made everything feel even more intense, the urgency and closeness building to a feverish experience. I lifted her left leg, resting it over the driver’s seat, while her right leg dbangd across the back seat’s headrest, opening her completely to me. She gasped, and as I entered her, I couldn’t help but think of Desai and Meera – how I had watched him take her, how I had felt helpless to intervene. Now, with Maithrei, it felt like I was reclaiming something I had lost that night.

I pushed hard into her, deriving a moan that fell to my ears like a pleasing song, making me desperate to hear more. I pushed again and again, and the rhythm between us grew as we lost ourselves in the movement. Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer, as if grounding us both in the intensity of it all.
“Oh… Krish…” she moaned, her voice rich with satisfaction, urging me on. “Yes… just like that.”
With every thrust, my hands found their way to Maithrei’s body, my fingers curving around her breasts, squeezing them as though I was claiming each part of her for myself. Her skin was warm and soft against my touch, and the way she moaned with each press of my thumbs over her nipples drove me deeper into my own need. I couldn’t get enough of how her body responded, arching and moving in time with me.
My hands slipped down, and every inch of her felt alive in my grip, and I could feel her shivering as I traced her waist. Her hands tightened on my shoulders, pulling me closer, her eyes flashing with raw, breathless desire. Each touch, every sound from her lips, spurred me on, making me want to consume every part of her with a fierce, almost primal need.

Then, in a brief pause, a car passed nearby, its headlights illuminating her face. For that fleeting moment, I saw her fully – the light washing over her features, catching the subtle glow of her skin, her eyes closed in pleasure. She looked breath-taking.
When the light faded, she whispered, “More… please, Krish. Don’t hold back.”
“You’re incredible, Maithrei,” I managed, my voice rough. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She smiled, meeting my gaze. “Then don’t stop,” she whispered. “Show me everything.”
With a sense of urgency, I turned her around, gripping her hips as I entered her from behind. “Yes… oh, God, yes… Krish…”
Her cries urged me on, her body meeting mine, her voice ringing in my ears.
“You’re so good, Krish…make me yours…” she gasped, her voice almost a plea. “Make me forget everything but this.”
Her words drove me wild, and I fucked her with renewed intensity, feeling the tightness of the pussy as we lost ourselves in the moment. She looked back at me, her expression one of pure bliss. And then she leaned forward, bracing herself against the back of the seat.
“Oh…my god! Aaaahhh…Kreeeesh….!”

Her cries were the peak of it, and I could feel the waves of her orgasm, with her grip over the seat tightening. Her head sank down to the seat, and I could still hear her breathing hard to contain the pleasure of her sudden explosion. I lost myself in those moments as I landed a few more intense thrusts into her and then let go completely. I felt the last of my frustration and anger dissolve in the intensity of the moment as I filled her pussy with my cum. I hadn’t just come inside a woman. I had avenged my loss. At least I felt so, for a moment.
Maithrei fell on to the seat as I pulled off her, and we both lay on the seat, catching our breaths.
After a moment, she reached for me, and we kissed again, this time slower but just as intense. Her hands were soft against my face, and her smile had warmness to it that I hadn’t seen in her before.
As we parted, she let out a long sigh, still smiling. “That was worth the wait.”
“You,” I murmured, watching her with a grin, “are pure magic.”

She soon started dressing, reaching around for her clothes, but paused with a puzzled look. “Where’s my… oh, my panties?”
I looked around, spotting it beneath the seat. I grabbed them, bringing them close to my face before handing them to her, and I couldn’t resist a playful grin. “Mmm… your scent. How much I love it.”
She snatched it from me, her cheeks pink, and smirked. “You’re such a pervert, Krish.”
We both laughed, and she slid her clothes back on, and fixed her hair. As she glanced at me, she chuckled, noting that aside from lowering my pants, I hadn’t fully undressed. “Next time, I’m stripping you completely first.” She said.
I laughed, “sure.”

After we composed ourselves, we returned to the front seats, and I started the car to drop her off at home. The drive was relaxed, the silence comfortable, broken only by the occasional shared glance and knowing smile.

We stopped at a street vendor for sugarcane juice, both of us relishing the cold, refreshing drink. She took a sip, looked at me with a mischievous grin, and giggled. “I hope this rejuvenates you before you get home.”

Her comment made me pause. Suddenly, Meera came rushing back into my thoughts. Guilt and an unsettling quiet settled around me, as if the world had somehow paused.
On my way back home, alone, the weight of what I had done started to settle in, creeping through my mind like a slow chill. I had slept with other women before, sure.
Ananya, Nikita, Sheelu…
Some of those encounters happened when Meera and I were separated, even with her encouragement, as she pushed me to move on. She wanted me to explore, to feel something new if it helped me let go of her. But some moments – with some of those women – were just outright cheating, no different than what Meera had done with Desai the night before. And yet, somehow, none of those encounters felt as raw as this one.

There was a different burden attached to this mating session with Maithrei; a wound that would feel deeper because of the time, the circumstances. Here I was, questioning Meera’s commitment, holding her accountable for what she did with Desai, while I was with Maithrei. My stomach twisted with a strange sense of irony. What does that leave me with now? What right do I have to confront her, to hold her to some standard I hadn’t even kept myself?
Maybe I could say I was angry, frustrated with Desai’s hold over her, over both of us. And that was the truth, but how far would that excuse carry me? Did it somehow make this any better? I wanted to believe it did, but deep down, I knew it wouldn’t pass any test of morality.
Had I just cancelled out her cheating with my own?

As the ride progressed, I was forced to believe that it was my destiny that had propelled me into this.
I’d cheated, yes, but in some odd way, I felt that this might help me understand and forgive Meera. Maithrei’s words echoed in my mind, “I hope this rejuvenates you before you get home” and a strange sense of clarity came over me. She was obviously talking about the sugarcane juice, but the incident with her would and should, rejuvenate me before I got home.
Perhaps this moment, this mistake, was what I needed to save my mind from going insane.
By the time I reached home, I was fully committed to the thought that I hadn’t done anything wrong. There was no other way.

That night after dinner I mustered the courage to ask Meera a question that had been gnawing at me. I needed clarity.
“I’ve asked you many times if you were satisfied with me, and you always said it was okay. But why didn’t you tell me the truth? Why didn’t you share how you were really feeling?”
Meera’s eyes lowered, and she took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to believe there was an issue between us, Krish,” she said softly.
“But there was an issue, and you turned to Desai?” I asked.
"I... I don’t know, Krish. I’ve been trying to figure it out myself. When I saw Desai at the concert with another woman, I was pulled back into a world I thought I had left behind. We didn’t get a chance to talk there, but I felt his eyes on me the entire time. It was like he was struggling to move on, just as much as I was."

"But why didn’t you try telling me about it? Why did you let it happen?"
"I didn’t know it was about to happen. When he offered to drop me home, he asked Vaikha to stay with Piyush. In the car, we didn’t talk much – just about business, the music, and a little about you."
"And when you got home?"
"He didn't enter the house at first because he didn’t want you to see us together. He asked me not to tell you. But later, when I mentioned you weren’t home, everything changed. I’ve never seen him so desperate, Krish. And in that moment, I think he was just a reflection of my own desperation. And confused as well."

Her eyes filled with tears, and she clutched at her chest as if to hold onto the words she was about to say. "I love you, Krish. What happened with Desai was a momentary lapse, a mistake that I deeply regret. I deserve any punishment you think is fair. But I want to be with you, as your wife, and try to rebuild what we have."
"What if Desai wants to do it again? Is this going to happen again?" I asked.
"No, Krish!" Her voice was firm and almost defensive, as if she were horrified by the suggestion that she might be secretly seeing Desai again. "I’m still trying to understand why I did what I did. But I know it was a mistake, and I don’t want to go down that path again."
The remorse in her voice and the vulnerability in her eyes were hard to ignore. I moved closer, sitting beside her, and gently wiped away her tears, feeling a mixture of pain and love.

"Meera," I said softly, my voice trembling with emotion, "I told you. I love you too, no matter what.”
Meera hugged me tightly, and I felt the warmth of her embrace, the familiar comfort of her presence. Her arms wrapped around me, a silent promise of reconciliation and healing. I kissed her, a tender, reassuring gesture.
As our lips met, a strong surge of desire surged through me. Her lips were soft, and the taste of her, felt like Maithrei’s.
Suddenly I felt she was just another woman waiting to be saved from Desai's grip.
I broke the kiss briefly, gazing into her eyes. "Meera, I don’t want to lose you.”
“I don’t want to lose you too, Krish.”
She said and kissed me back, parting her lips and letting me deepen the kiss. Our tongues intertwined, and the kiss grew more passionate. Her hands moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as if trying to erase the distance that had come between us. The tension we’d been holding started to melt away, replaced by a desperate longing to reconnect.

Meera pulled my body on top of hers, and I climbed, starting to rub my dick between her legs, both of us still in our clothes. I was hard as hell, feeling the heat and softness through the fabric.
"Do you want me?" I asked, my voice thick with desire.
"Yes," she breathed.
I paused for a moment, looking into her eyes. "I might not be as good as Desai," I remarked.
She smiled softly, touching my cheek. "It's okay, I'll manage."
She was cute, at her best.
I got up and swiftly pulled down her leggings and panties together, then quickly removed my own clothes. Without wasting a moment, I shoved my hard dick inside her and started fucking her. Meera moaned, her hands gripping the sheets, her body arching to meet my thrusts.
As I started fucking Meera, I was immediately struck by how wet and smooth she felt. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was because of our passionate kiss or if it was still the lingering effect of Desai’s intense lovemaking from the night before. The way she was so warm and slick around me heightened my desire, and I could feel the mix of arousal and confusion swirling in my mind.

Each thrust seemed to remind me of the contrast between what I was giving her and what she’d experienced before. The intensity of her responses made me question just how much of this was about me and how much was still tied to the memories of Desai. I pushed harder and deeper, trying to drown out those thoughts and focus solely on the pleasure I was giving her.
As I moved inside her, flashes of last night came to mind. The image of Desai fucking her deeply, her moans echoing in my head. It aroused me even more, spurring me to thrust harder, deeper, driven by a mix of jealousy and desire.
I paused a moment to pull up her top, and she quickly removed it and threw it away. Her breasts were in front of me, and I arched inward to suck them for a while. Meera pulled up my T-shirt and got me naked. Her hands were everywhere, just like she had behaved with Desai.
I fucked her harder than I remembered doing in the past six months. Every thrust was deep and intense, driven by a mix of longing and raw desire. Meera responded with equal fervour, her moans growing louder, her hips moving in sync with mine.

The thought of Desai inside her pushed me further, my movements becoming more frantic. I could feel the build-up, the pressure growing inside me. I thrust deeper, faster, driven by the need to feel her completely.
Meera's nails dug into my back as I continued, her moans filling the room. She hadn't reached her climax yet, but I was too lost in my own need to slow down. With one final thrust, I reached my peak, filling her with my heavy load. I couldn’t help but wonder for a moment how I was able to deliver another heavy load of cum in the matter of few hours, that too with two different women.

But as I lay there, catching my breath after the intense sex, my mind was a mess of emotions. We had reconnected, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Desai and what he had done with her. He had given her two intense orgasms, and I felt like I couldn’t measure up. I wondered if I’d ever be able to make her feel the same way he did. It wasn’t just about the physical part – it was about feeling like I wasn’t good enough. I was worried that I might never satisfy her like he had. My wife was a special woman and she deserved a man like Desai. This doubt lingered, making it hard for me to fully enjoy the closeness we had just shared.

During breakfast in the morning, I brought up the subject again. “Meera, I don’t want Desai to know that I’m aware of what happened,” I said.
Meera nodded readily. “I’ve been thinking the same thing,” she replied. “I want him to think of it as a one-time opportunity. Maybe if he sees it that way, it’ll help him move on. It might satisfy his cravings and allow him to move on more easily.”
“What about you, though? How do you feel about all this?”
Meera reached for my hand, her touch warm and comforting. “I have moved on, baby, I just want you.” she said softly, her eyes meeting mine with sincerity.
Her words brought a smile to my face. I squeezed her hand gently. “I just love what you said.” I said.

Things felt a lot better after this brief chat.
I had a wife who truly had cheated on me, but I was ready to forgive her. I had cheated on her too, and I felt it was required to bring me an equilibrium, to keep my mind in a sane condition so that I could forgive her. I thought whether I should tell her the truth about Maithrei, but I decided against it immediately for the fear of ruining everything I had resurrected after that.

That day at office, when I met Nidhi, I couldn’t help but think if I was ever going to have sex with her too. I was still intoxicated by the energy I felt when I was mating with Maithrei, imagining that I was avenging what Desai had done to me.
I quickly forced myself to look away from Nidhi.

That night when I and Meera went to bed, I remembered what she told me the previous night.
“You told me I can give you any punishment I felt is fair, didn’t you?” I asked.
Meera looked at me with a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Yes, what punishment do you have in mind?”
I leaned back against the raised pillow and gestured toward my crotch. “How about fulfilling this particular request?” I said with a teasing smile.
Meera giggled softly at my request. “I’d be happy to undergo this punishment often,” she replied with a playful grin.
She then climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on her knees. Moving between my legs, she pulled down my pants with practiced ease. Without hesitation, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. I sighed deeply, feeling a mix of relief and pleasure as she began. Her movements were smooth and deliberate, sending waves of sensation through me.
Meera took me into her mouth with a fervour that quickly heightened the intensity of the moment. Her lips and tongue moved with a deliberate, skilled rhythm, sending waves of pleasure through me.

And soon Meera climbed on to my lap and kissed me. Her lips, fresh from giving the fellatio, felt softer than ever. And how her lips and tongue moved in and out of my mouth, I couldn’t help but sense the heightened eagerness in her to mate with me. And it soon brought back the memories of that night. My wife, having yielded to Desai's manliness, was now hell-bent to conquer me. As if Desai's rough passion was driving her. But this realisation didn’t bring the bitterness I’d have expected. Instead, it added fervour to my response. After she rode my dick for long, I claimed my turn to get between her legs and shoved my dick into her pussy that I suddenly imagined to have freshly fucked by Desai. I felt the urge to fuck harder and to my surprise, I lasted like forever. I fucked her long enough to make her cry, and when she reached that peak, her voice was almost a scream. The look on her face mirrored my own sense of conquest, and I felt, just for a moment, like I had somehow taken back my world.

Afterward, as we lay together catching our breaths, her fingers still tangled in mine, she looked at me, her eyes wide. "You were... different tonight," she murmured, a hint of surprise in her voice. "Maybe it was because of… you know?” she didn’t say the name. “You feel that too, don’t you?”
I nodded, realizing that she was right. My excitement had been fuelled by that night, but not just by her. It was Desai’s presence that lingered, that somehow added a charge to every touch. And I knew in that instant, as I felt our connection slowly subside, that this newfound energy between us would fade. This intensity, the thrill, was not from me alone; it was from that ghost of Desai lingering in the background. I could feel it – a strange clarity settling in.

Even as we lay there, promising each other we would keep him out of our lives, I was left with the realization that only Desai could truly satisfy her in that way. And, silently, that knowledge burned within me, a quiet, unsettling truth.

As the days passed, my mental state was a whirlwind of emotions. I hated that it had happened, felt betrayed, and also regretful of the fact that I too had ended up betraying her
Yet, I felt a twisted relief that it occurred in front of me—if it had happened while I was absent, I would have remained oblivious. The images of Desai thrusting into her, her moans, and the way she climaxed twice left me with a mix of jealousy and an unsettling thrill. Part of me was satisfied to have seen something I had longed to see for long in the past, even though it came too late to consider as an enjoyable experience. I couldn’t decide whether to hate Desai or accept that what happened was a matter of fate. The realization that this wasn’t the first time they had slept together helped me find some solace, enabling me to process and eventually move on from the experience.

The nights with Meera continued, and despite our deep connection and intense sessions of lovemaking, I found myself struggling. Many times I had to try my old trick – pulling out before climaxing and then starting again – hoping that would do the trick. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring her to orgasm like Desai did.

As the nights passed, I realized something. It wasn’t about my efforts or technique. I was putting in long, intense sessions, but it seemed that Meera’s body just wasn’t responding the way I hoped.

One evening, after yet another attempt, I decided I had to address it. “Meera,” I said, feeling a mix of frustration and concern, “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been getting fully satisfied... I mean orgasms. I’m trying everything I can, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Do you have any idea why this is happening?”
She looked at me with a thoughtful smile. “It’s not that important to me, Krish. I’m happy with what we have. What you give me is more than enough. I feel loved and cherished.”
Her words brought me some relief, but deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy. Meera deserved a certain level of intensity every time, and it was quiet annoying to think that only Desai could provide it.

I wondered if I’d ever really be enough for her. I thought about that night when she seemed fully satisfied, but only because I had tried to act like Desai, allowing myself to channel Desai’s passion, mirroring his intensity. Was that what she needed? The thought distressed me deeply. Maybe Desai could give her that pleasure effortlessly, while I was left struggling to keep up.
It felt like a bitter truth, but one that was growing clearer.

As I lay there watching Meera sleep seemingly peacefully, I felt an emptiness growing – a feeling that no matter what I did, I might never be capable of providing what she truly wanted.​