Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

At the peak of her cries I heard a swift movement, which stopped her, and then I heard soft movements. I could tell he was probably kissing her mouth.
"You're yummy, my baby. I can make you cum just like that. Do you want that, baby?" I heard Desai's voice, his voice filled with ecstasy.
"I'd love to, but you know how," Meera's voice was equally charged with lust. She was asking him to fuck her! My wife was now indirectly begging him for his dick!

How on earth does this guy manage to turn my wife into this, every single time? I wondered.
And after a few moments, I got evidence for more of her eagerness to get to the main act when she teased him “Are you going to stay dressed all night?”
It was followed by the unmistakable sound of clothes being removed. Desai's voice accompanied, “are you excited to see me naked?”
“Yes,” Meera replied readily. And she followed it with another comment, "oh my God!"
"Shiny, huh?"
"Wet."
“Do you want to touch it?”
“Yes.”
“Then touch me. Hold me. See how it’s throbbing for your love,” he urged. “Do you want to beg me to give it to you?”
A brief silence hung in the air, and then Meera said, “mmm...I will. I will beg this one.” I felt she chuckled as she spoke those words. I could tell her fingers must have wrapped around his dick. My fingers tightened around mine too. My dick was struggling inside the confinement of my shorts.
I couldn't resist the temptation anymore as I pulled down my shorts to free it, and then I grabbed it with a sense of satisfaction.
“Move here... a little bit,” Desai said, guiding her. “I hope I’m not hurrying this…”

“No… not at all,” Meera breathed. “I want this. Please.”
There was a pause, tension hanging thick in the air before Desai spoke again. “Say it, Meera.”
“Please…” she whispered.
“Say my name and say it.”
“Susheel… Please… fuck me.”
"No, baby. I'm your Krish."
I was stunned to hear him going back to his little fantasy. And it thrilled me to the extent that I wondered if he knew that I would be listening to this. But it didn't take away any pleasure from being part of this. I moaned myself, "oh my Meera, just do it."
And I heard Meera's voice, a soft cry, "Oh, Krish..."
It pleased me like heaven.
"Say it." Desai said again.
"Fuck me, Krish... Please... Fuck me now..."
“How?”

"Damn!" Her voice trembled with anticipation. “Just push it in… and fuck me... I'm begging you, Krish.”
The next thing I heard was the obvious sound of her moaning, the tone shifting with each passing second. It was raw, intense, and filled the room. My mind raced, imagining for a moment that it was me fucking her in that bed. My hand had started moving, jerking my dick. And before I knew I was on the verge of an ejaculation. I knew it was sooner than I should let it happen. I struggled but I stopped jerking it.

But I could not withdraw my mind off it; for my ears were still feeding me the sounds – Desai's heavily charged breathings, the bed squeaks, and more than everything else Meera's suppressed moans as she went on receiving his thrusts deep inside her pussy. And I watched in disbelief as my dick, without being touched, twitched a couple of times and then started shooting white stream of cum in the air. I moaned with pleasure and then let it go. For a few seconds, I was immersed in the pleasure of orgasm.
It took me a couple of seconds further to bring myself back to the reality. And this reality grew thick as my dick became limp and as I went on listening to the sounds. Desai's dick, hard and thick, was piercing my wife, claiming her. Her moans grew louder, and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together became clear.

With every passing moment, I could tell Desai was inside her body and mind, and she was loving every second of it. My wife, who only a couple of hours ago had looked at me with eyes full of love and hope, avoiding Desai at the wedding like she wanted nothing to do with him… was now losing herself completely in the pleasure of his dick.
Soon the obvious sounds of Desai shifting, repositioning himself, filled my ears.
"This will make it better, baby," I heard Desai assuring Meera. He was placing himself right at that perfect spot in her pussy, the one that must have been driving her crazy. And then, without waiting for her response, he began to fuck her.
“Aaah... aaahhh...”

Meera's gasps reached my ears again, her voice strained but filled with pleasure. It was devastating and breath-taking at the same time – knowing how deeply she was enjoying it, knowing her body was being claimed by him in ways that I once believed were mine alone.
“Oh, baby... this is heaven,” Desai groaned. "Susheel can only dream of this pleasure." He was still playing the role of me, role-playing as me in his twisted fantasy.
His voice stayed calm, steady, even as he continued to slowly thrust into her, delivering each word with purpose.
“Did you see how Susheel was drooling at you, baby? He wanted to grab you right there.”
Meera moaned in response, and I could imagine her nodding, maybe even biting her lip, caught up in his words.
“He was so jealous, did you notice that? He wanted to take you right away from me.”
Desai's words again evoked excitement in me, the way he painted the picture of his own jealousy – as if I wasn’t the one who should be feeling it right now.

“Susheel would be dreaming of doing what I am doing right now. He must be jerking off, imagining pushing his dick into this sweet pussy of yours. But it’s mine, isn’t it? It’s only mine.”
"Yeah... It's yours, Krish. I'm all yours, my love..."
Meera's moans confirmed that she was fully into his game of fantasy.
"Stay away from him, baby. Promise me you'll stay away from him..."
Desai said again.
"Will you be jealous if I slept with him?" Meera asked.
I felt Desai stopped moving. “I die of jealousy when I think about it,” he quipped.
I heard Meera laugh. A soft, light sound, as if none of this was serious. “Susheel, I can’t believe how you watched me dance with Krish today.”
Desai let out a groan. “Oh, baby. That was hell for me. I wanted to grab you away from him right then, bring you here. I can’t tell you what kind of meditation it took for me to sit through that. My God, you’re mine. Don’t ever do that to me again.”
Meera laughed again, “don’t tell me… beg me,” she teased.
“You want me to beg you?” Desai’s voice dropped low, almost a growl. “I’d love to do that... mmm... oh my God, your lips. Please, allow me to remove this lipstick. Mmm…”

I heard the intimate sound of their lips smacking together, the wet, intimate noise of a passionate kiss. I remembered the thin shade of lipstick that remained on her lips at that time of leaving my room, and I was sure he was going to erase it with his lips and tongue.
“I even feared you’d kiss him,” Desai admitted between kisses. “If you had, I would have been done. Buried. Susheel Desai, died of heartbreak.”
Meera’s laughter filled the room once again.
“Is your heart so fragile?” she asked.
“Anyone’s heart would be fragile if it’s in your possession,” Desai responded.
“So sure that yours is in my possession, huh?”
“Yes, baby. Do I need to beg you to affirm?”
“I would be keen to have you do that.” I heard the smirk in her voice, and then her moaning resumed, louder this time, as Desai’s rhythmic movements resumed, and soon quickened.
“Oh, you are so wet, my baby. You’ve been waiting for this... for me... this moment…”
“Aaah…” Meera moaned, the sound raw and urgent. Desai wasn’t holding back now, and I could hear the bed squeaking, the sharp rhythm of him fucking her harder, faster.

“Mmm… Susheel... aaahhh…”
Her moans were growing louder, more intense, filling the room. The pleasure she was experiencing was evident, and yet, hearing it was both breath-taking and devastating. I couldn’t stop listening, even though each sound was a punch to my gut. My dick had again started growing back to its full size, and I didn't hesitate to grab it. And I straightaway started moving my hand, though slowly. I was glad that I was able to reclaim the thrill.
Desai was panting, “You always make me wait, and you never cease to excite me. What are you, Meera? Where have you been? This moment… this love… Oh my God, your eyes… You have a king and a slave both here in me. Please, choose me.”
“Oh my God… yes… yes… aaah… be my king now. Make me your queen…”
Their voices were filled with lust, and Meera’s moans were suddenly silenced, probably by a kiss, but the bed kept squeaking, the distinctive rhythm of their bodies locked in the act.

Then I heard Desai ask, “Wanna go on top, baby?”
Meera’s voice was breathless. “No, please finish it…”
But Desai persisted, “Please, I beg you, Meera. Ride me…”
There was a brief pause, the sound of shifting, and then I could tell they were changing positions.
“Mmm… grab it… yes…” Desai urged.
The bed squeaks resumed, slower now, but the way she managed to shove his dick back into her pussy without wasting a second told me how hungry she had become, to have it inside her.
“This sight…" Desai's voice. "Krish must have dreamt of this when you rubbed your boobs on him.”

Meera was surprised. “Oh, you saw that?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“I wasn’t doing it purposefully,” she defended.
“But you did it.”
“What else did you see?”
“I saw him grabbing your waist, here... and here... and feeling your bum...”
“No, he didn’t touch my bum…”
“He did. I saw. He’s very clever... and subtle…”
“He’s my husband, okay? We aren’t divorced. He doesn’t need to be subtle.”
“Oh really? Come here… baby…” I could hear the sound of him pulling her down, their movements stopping for a moment.
“You’re mine now. Mine alone.”
“Jealous?” Meera teased again.
“Yes… give it to me…”
“What?”
“Come on…”
“Tell me na…”
“Let me taste it. Let me taste your saliva.”

“You know that’s special kinky gift for my husband, no?” she asked, incredulous.
“Mmm… I’m your husband tonight. Give it to me.”
“Ha ha. But you fuck differently.”
“Then spit more.”
“Okay, Romeo… open your mouth. Let me give you the hot stuff…”
“Mmm…”
I heard Desai’s soft moan, like a kid savouring his favourite candy. I knew what had just happened. Meera had spat into his mouth, something she used to do only for me, something that had driven me wild with desire. And now, without hesitation, she gave him the same intimate act for the second time, especially knowing that it was an act she had once reserved only for her husband.

He had done the same during their lovemaking on the concert night. He had taken one of the most intimate pieces of our connection, and now it belonged to him.

“More, baby. Spit!” Desai urged, his voice thick with excitement.

I heard it again – the soft sound of her spitting – followed by a deep, gut-wrenching kiss.

Then, the sounds of them moving again, repositioning themselves on the bed, as they prepared for another round.
The intensity of the moment hit me like a punch. I started moving my hand faster again, and the thrill of another round of orgasm took over my body. I didn't try to hold it back anymore. I jerked faster and shot a burst of cum into the air, this time with less intensity compared to the last one. But hell, it was equally satisfying.

Meera’s screams had filled the other room and my ears, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Aaah... my God... Aaa... Susheel... Oh God... I’m cumming, baby… mmmm...” Her cries echoed in my ears, taking me back to that night of the concert – when she had been with Desai in our bed. That same raw intensity was in her voice. It crushed me to realize that I had never, and perhaps could never, give her this much pleasure. Desai was delivering what I couldn’t.
Then came the final sounds of their climax. Desai, with a strained groan, pulled out. “Let me pull out, baby, I’m gonna cum so good for you...” His words were followed by a low moan, and I heard Meera’s gasp of surprise as he shot his cum.
“Oh my... haaa... oh my... oh my God...” Her voice was filled with awe. “You’ve given me a shower,” she added, her words heavy with disbelief and perhaps a hint of amusement. I felt he had shot his load on her body, probably on her belly.
"Woo... that was damn... Fucking awesome!" Desai laughed, deeply satisfied. “You deserve it, baby.” He added.
Meera’s voice softened as she commented after a few seconds, “Oh my God, so thick... Now I believe you. You weren’t lying when you said you haven’t had sex for a while.”

Desai's reply had a serious tone, “You’re the last woman I’ve been with... and probably the only one I’ll ever get to be with again.”
Both Meera and I were caught off guard by his words. There was a silence, the air heavy with the weight of his confession.
“Do you need to make such statements?” Meera asked slowly.
“I mean it,” Desai said, his tone steady. “I’m not attracted to other women anymore.”
Meera didn’t respond immediately. Silence prevailed for some time and then Meera spoke, “I don’t know what to say...”

I felt they were lying in the bed, their bodies entwined, letting the ecstasy fade naturally. I could hear their breathing, though. I grabbed a cloth and wiped up the mess I had made in my bed. I felt disgusted as I realized I was lying in a pool of my own cum. At the same time, the thought that Desai's cum was probably still drying on Meera's belly devastated me.
“That was good, wasn’t it?” I heard Desai asking, his voice a low hum.
“Yeah, it feels so fulfilling,” Meera replied, and then added, "But I don’t like that I cheated on Krish.” I thought she was trying to make him believe that I had no role in their sex.

However, Desai’s response shocked me. “Then we should tell him.”
“How?” Meera was equally shocked.
“Just say the truth. Say that you came to talk to me, and I took you to bed. Tell him you couldn’t stop me.”
“I can’t tell him I had sex behind his back. You can’t either. You’d lose his trust.”
“You’re right. But I feel bad keeping him in the dark. It’s one thing if he wouldn’t mind, but we’ve complicated this too much already. We can’t confess what we’ve done; it’s too late.”
“What’s your solution?” Meera asked again.
“Give me some time. I’ll find a way.”
“Okay. But until then, please... no more stupid business.”
"Okay," Desai said. "But I love you."
Meera didn’t reply to his declaration, her silence hanging heavy between them. After a moment, she said she needed to clean up and headed to the bathroom.
It took a while for both of them to return and get dressed. Desai broke the silence first. “Do you regret what happened?”
Meera sighed. “I’d be a hypocrite to say so after having so much pleasure.”
“So you loved these moments?”
“Yes.”
“So we’re seeing each other again?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I will call you.”
“Don’t.”
“I will.”
“No, Susheel. Don’t.”

“I know you’ll take my calls. I’ll call you during office hours.”
“I don’t entertain such stuff at work. You know how busy I am there. Don’t even try.”
“I won’t call every day. I’ll call when I visit.”
“I’m scared, Susheel. This is... No. We shouldn’t meet. It's better if I distance myself from you.”
“But you enjoyed it a lot,” Desai pointed out, his tone almost teasing.
Meera paused for a second before replying. “Seeing you here has become a struggle. I’m subconsciously worried that Krish could hear us, spying on us. He could do anything – drill holes in doors, place a voice or video recorder. There’s no end to these doubts.”
I was stunned to hear her speak her mind to Desai. She was sharing her insecurities about me.
“There’s nothing like that. Krish is alright now,” Desai reassured her.
I was astonished to hear him taking my side. It felt like Desai trusted me more than Meera did.
"You don't know what's on his mind," Meera said again. "He had drilled holes on the doors, hadn't he?"
"Do you think he could place a hidden cam to watch us?"
"I'm saying it's possible. I don't know."
"Then why don't we try to find out? It's easy to figure out."
"How?"
"There are apps for everything; it will take a couple of minutes to find out."
Desai's words panicked me.

Meera went on to express her surprise as Desai proceeded to download an application on his mobile phone. My heartbeats shot up as I heard him say, "It's been installed. See, wait, it'll take a minute to scan this room and find out if Krish is that perverted. Just wait, my baby!"
I didn’t know which application he had downloaded on his mobile. I was sure he was scanning the room to find hidden devices. I didn’t know if it could catch voice recorders. If it could find the presence of my voice recorder, then I was caught. I waited with bated breath.
"See, there’s nothing!" Desai said, and I sighed with relief. "Told you he has no doubt. He will never find out unless you tell him. And I think you should."
It was clear Desai wanted to see her again, but he didn’t want to keep me in the dark, possibly because he thrived on the thrill of cuckolding me.
"No, I don’t want to tell him," Meera replied.
It was exactly what I wanted her to tell him because I didn’t want to go back to being a willing cuckold in front of Desai. It was a relief, in a way, but there was still a worry that nagged at me. Even though Meera expressed some resistance to seeing him again, I could sense that she wasn’t entirely against it. That made me nervous.

I soon heard Meera bidding him goodnight. She was leaving. I hurriedly shut down my computer and hid my earbuds. Lying still in bed, I realized there was no point in pretending to be asleep.
As soon as Meera opened our bedroom door, I sat up on the bed. I felt a strange mix of emotions. There was nervous excitement, a thrill that was uncontrollable, knowing she had just been completely satisfied by Desai. My heart raced as she approached, her face wearing a shy expression.
Meera looked almost hesitant to face me, like she wasn’t sure how to present it to me. But I knew it well already. She had been fucked, fulfilled in a way I wasn’t sure I could match.

I pretended to remain calm, though I could feel my body reacting to her presence, imagining every intimate detail I’d heard. I welcomed her back like I knew nothing, but the truth of it burned deep inside me. And the thrill – damn, that uncontrollable thrill – was mixed with a growing fear.
“How did it go? What happened? You took so long?” I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible, like I knew nothing.
Meera hesitated for a moment before saying, “Everything. Everything I told you…it happened.”
I waited a moment to think of what to say. "I just guessed. I'm... I mean, I'm just curious how it happened."
Meera took a deep breath before she began speaking, her voice a little shaky, yet calm enough to show she had already made peace with what happened.

"It just… happened. After we started talking, I could sense that things were heading in the wrong direction, but I thought I could handle it. At first, it was just conversation. He talked about old memories, how he’s been thinking about me, and how hard it’s been for him to stay away. I tried to keep things light, remind him that I'm trying to move on and that we're not supposed to cross this line again. But the more we talked, the harder it was for me to stay detached. He was so persistent, Krish. He knows how to play on my emotions, on our past.
At some point, we were sitting so close that I could feel his breath on me. And then he kissed... when he kissed me… I just let him. I don’t know why. Maybe part of me wanted it; maybe I was too caught up in the moment. But once that first kiss happened, everything else followed so quickly. I tried to stop it, but it was like I was frozen. I let him lead, and then before I knew it, we were in bed. And once we got there… I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t. I don't even know if I really wanted to stop him at that point."

She paused, her voice dropping slightly. "It now feels wrong, but it felt alright in the moment, and I just… let it happen."
"How about Desai? He must be happy now. Is he happy to see you cheating on me?"
“He wanted me to confess to you about it,” she said, looking at me. “But I declined.”
“You did the right thing,” I replied. "I don't want to be part of this."
“But you were very excited, Krish,” Meera said, looking straight at me. "I can smell the cum on you.”
I froze, embarrassed. I looked away in a flash of sudden shame, but I quickly overcame it and looked at her.
"Yeah, after you left, I couldn't stop the excitement. When you were getting late, I knew what would have happened. I felt you wouldn't entertain me tonight."

Meera stared at me for a moment. "You did the right thing," she said.
Without another word, she went to the washroom to change. When she came back, she crawled into bed beside me, her body warm against mine. I waited, hoping for more confessions, for her to mention the possibility of meeting Desai again. Or at least about him making such a proposal. But nothing. She remained silent, not offering a single word about it.
That silence soon started eating at me, making sleep impossible. As the night wore on, an alarm went off in my head. A thought awakened in my mind. My wife was going to meet Desai again. He was going to visit Pune. He was going to call her. He was going to take her to hotel suites where I could no longer bother them with my spying methods. My brain laid it all out for me, as if the future was unfolding in front of my eyes, and I was powerless to stop it.
With every passing hour, it became clearer that my marriage was slipping away from my hands, and there was nothing I could do to stop it, unless I established myself as a willing partner in this game of lust – happily welcoming Desai to my house whenever he wanted.
That devastating realization was a shocking twist I hadn’t seen coming.​