Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

I struggled to survive the whole day after that. My mind was a battlefield of confusion and hurt. I couldn’t stay at home, so I dragged myself to the office, even though I felt no purpose being there. As I entered, I saw Nidhi bent over a register next to her desktop keyboard, busy scribbling something down. Her shirt was slightly open, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage, and through the gap between her neck and shirt, I saw the cup of her white bra. For a moment, I stared. And the first thing that came to my mind was that Desai had enjoyed those tits too, which I came to know about after many days. Now, he was set to enjoy my wife, behind my back. Whether I liked it or not, it was the truth.
"Hi, Krish sir. How did the meeting go?"
Nidhi looked up, clearly surprised by my sudden presence. I couldn’t find the words to reply.
"I didn’t see you coming," she added, her tone casual, but I felt she’d noticed my gaze lingering a bit too long.
I scrambled to cover up my embarrassment. "This shirt looks good on you, Nidhi," I said, forcing a smile.
She blushed, smiling back. "Thank you."

I nodded, trying to compose myself. "Meeting went well. I hope it will bring us something special."
As I walked into my cabin, I muttered under my breath, "Yeah, truly special."
That night, when Meera came home, I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me – something I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was strange. I’d faced many moments in my life when I had to welcome her after she had sex with another man. But this… this was different. This time, I knew she had come home after committing to a meticulous plan to meet Desai with the sole intention of having sex with him. My lovely wife had committed to betraying me.
The betrayal wasn’t just about the sex. It was the secrecy. If she had come to me, spoken openly, and told me she was going to sleep with Desai, I might have allowed it. That was who I was. After all, if I could convince her that it was okay to sleep with another man, she could have easily convinced me the same. That’s how our relationship worked. We talked, we agreed, we set boundaries. But this time… this time she had chosen not to include me.
She knew I wouldn’t object. Desai had even suggested she confess to me, but she didn’t. I had told her not to agree with Desai’s request, but my reason was to stop him from finding his way back into our lives. I wanted him gone, knowing that there would be no end to this cycle. But Meera’s decision to see him without conveying her plans to me – it meant she didn’t want me involved. She wanted Desai all for herself, didn’t she?
The thought distressed me, eating away any sense of peace.

That night, as we lay in bed, a strange disgust twisted inside me. I looked at Meera, not as my wife, but as someone else's woman; Desai’s woman. It hit me how I had once looked at Maithrei with that same lustful hunger, only because she had belonged to Desai. And now, Meera – my Meera – felt like she was his too.
The moment she lay beside me, something snapped. I couldn't hold back. My arms went around her, pulling her close, and my lips crashed into hers, claiming her in a way that felt more desperate than loving. I almost tore off her clothes in my haste, my teeth finding her neck, biting hard, marking her skin with hickeys. Meera was startled by the intensity, but she didn’t resist. Maybe she was excited about Friday. Maybe she knew I deserved one last taste of her before she went to Desai, to receive his "special gift," staring at the ceiling, legs spread wide apart, just as she had implied.
As my mind churned with a sickening mix of lust and vengeance, I found myself pushing her legs apart, diving down to bury my face between her thighs. My tongue thrust into her pussy, licking her like I had something to prove. Her moans grew louder as I kept going, but I wasn’t stopping. Not yet. I moved up to suck on her breasts, biting her nipples, and slipped my fingers inside her wetness, making her writhe beneath me. She cried out, her body arching with ecstasy.

“Aaahhh, Krish... Oh my god... You're killing me...mmm... aaah,” Meera gasped, her voice full of pleasure.
Without thinking, I spread her legs again and thrust into her. My cock slid easily into her slick pussy, and I lifted her legs to my shoulders, pounding her hard from the start. I wasn’t holding back. This felt like the last time I’d get to fuck her before she went to Desai, before she gave herself to him. My pace quickened, the heat in my body rising as I felt her struggle to keep up. And then, with a loud groan, I let go, pumping my cum deep inside her.
“Pull out, Krish. Pull out...” she cried, but it was too late. I was already filling her up.
“It’s over, Meera…” I panted. “It’s over. Let me finish.”
It took a while for my senses to return. And when they did, I felt a sudden wave of guilt. “I’m sorry,” I muttered, but she gave me a scornful look.
“Tomorrow you're gonna buy me a pill,” she said, her tone sharp.
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, still trying to catch my breath.
Then, without really thinking, I added, “Why? Can’t we just keep it?”
Her eyes flashed with anger. “What! Is this how you want to do this?”
Her frustration lit a fire in me too. “You never want to give birth to a child with me, it seems,” I snapped.
Meera’s irritation deepened. “I said this is not how we do it. We need to plan, Krish.”
“When?”

“Come on, Krish, let’s not talk now. Let’s not spoil the night, please,” she pleaded, her anger softening. She seemed to realize that my frustration had triggered hers. She leaned toward me, her arm wrapping around my chest in a gesture of peace.
“I’m not ready now, Krish. I’ll tell you when I’m ready, okay?” she whispered, her voice gentler.
I nodded, defeated. “Okay,” I said quietly.
She moved away and headed to the bathroom to clean up. When I followed her, I found her already asleep by the time I returned.
I stared at her, a pang of guilt eating at me. She was exhausted, and my anger had made me cruel. Whatever Meera was doing – whatever choices she was making – I couldn’t deny that I had planted the seeds of it. I had nurtured this part of her.
As I lay down beside her, I asked myself if I was truly ready to tolerate my wife cheating on me. What could I do? I searched for an answer, but nothing came. Nothing at all.

The next day, Meera carried her laptop to the office, leaving me no opportunity to spy on her. But I already had the critical piece of information: the screenshot of Desai’s flight ticket. His flight was scheduled to arrive at 10:50 a.m., meaning by 11:30 a.m., he'd be on his way to Alpine Heights. Meera would soon follow for their "extended lunch."
I couldn’t shake the memory of Meera’s playful yet telling remark, "Don’t come soon. I like it that way." It was her way of admitting she enjoyed how Desai could last longer than me, ensuring she reached orgasm every time. The thought tormented me throughout the day. My mind was scattered; I was present everywhere but engaged nowhere. At noon, I skipped lunch, haunted by images of my wife texting Desai, possibly promising him what she wanted him to do when they met.

"Every room has a bed and a couch," I remembered her telling him. I imagined them taking full advantage of that, fucking in every room, on every bed, every couch – clothes discarded, her body fully available to satisfy his endless lust.
Desai had told her how he had been waiting for her for "more than a month." Last time, he’d given her a shower of cum on her belly. This time, I pictured him aiming for her face, drenching her in it. And she’d love it. She’d revel in every degrading moment of it.
I was losing control of my thoughts.
In the evening, Nidhi interrupted my spiral, asking me if something was wrong.
Startled, I snapped, “Nothing.”
But she persisted. “No, Krish sir, I know you’re worried. What’s wrong?”
“Can you stop calling me ‘sir’? Call me just Krish.” My voice unintentionally rose, startling her.
“Sorry,” she murmured before quietly retreating to her desk. I felt bad almost immediately and went over to apologize. After I did, Nidhi shook her head and asked, “Are you ready to talk? You said you’re okay with keeping secrets between us. What happened to you?”
I hesitated but realized she was the only one I could confide in. I asked her to come to my office.
“Nidhi, this is about Desai. I think you’re the only one I can tell the truth to right now. Desai and Meera are seeing each other behind my back.”
Her face was a mixture of surprise and confusion. “What?”
“My fear... it’s the truth now. They’re meeting tomorrow. They’re going to...”

I trailed off.
“How do you know this?”
“I traced Meera’s WhatsApp. Desai is coming to Pune.”
“If you’re so sure, and if you're worried about it, why aren’t you stopping it?” she asked, genuinely perplexed.
“That’s hard to explain. Desai has already slept with my wife. The last time was a month ago.”
“A month ago?”
“Yeah, he came to stay at my house to attend a wedding in our complex. And during that wedding... they did it. He wanted Meera to confess to me.”
“If they did it a month ago, why are you so tense about tomorrow?”
I found it hard to explain.
“That was consensual. I mean, they were sexually attracted, and I let it happen. It’s just sex. My wife is free to have it outside our marriage. That’s our policy. And vice versa. Like, I’ve had sex with other women. Meera’s okay with that. We’re that open.”
“Sounds... interesting.” Nidhi gave me a curious look. “Then?”
“But now she’s meeting him, and I have proof. They’re meeting at a vacant apartment that we have in the city, tomorrow at noon.”
“If you don’t want it to happen, you can stop it. But if you don’t want to stop it, then maybe you don’t mind it,” she pointed out.
“I’m not disturbed by them having sex, Nidhi. I’m disturbed that they’ve decided to do this behind my back.”
Nidhi nodded slowly. “Please don't mind me asking. Why do you let her do this? Have fun with other men?”
“It spices up our relationship.”

“So it’s spiced things up so far?”
“Yeah, but now it feels out of hand.”
“Have you seen them having sex before?”
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t stop it?”
“I wanted to watch.”
“And it was fun?”
“Yes.”
“Then maybe you should watch tomorrow too," she said.
I looked at her. “Are you serious? I can’t do that,” I said. “If I get caught, it’ll be embarrassing as hell.”
"Then why not put some cameras inside?"
I thought about it for a moment and then said, “Yeah... but the problem is, Desai’s too smart. He’d notice them. I might know ten places to hide cameras, but he’d probably figure out eleven. And besides, there’s no time left to hire a professional team to set them up in a truly concealed manner.”
Nidhi nodded. She spoke after a few seconds. “You said you’ve watched them having sex before. How was it?”
Her bold question made me pause. I looked at her slowly, pondering whether I should answer honestly. I cleared my throat and spoke. “It was like... sensational. He’s really good at it. You know... I mean, you know how it is. That’s probably why Meera agreed to see him again. Alone."
Nidhi looked intrigued, her eyes fixed on me. “Has Meera done it with other men too?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“And you’ve seen that too?”
“Yes.”
For a moment, she didn’t say anything, her expression unreadable. Then she asked, “Has she seen you having sex with other women?”
“Yes.”

Nidhi's eyes widened, and she couldn’t take her eyes off me. “Doesn’t that feel awkward?” she asked.
"Do you find it awkward?”
She hesitated, then shook her head. “I don’t know why, but it doesn’t feel awkward to me.” She paused and then said, “You know, when I was with Desai sir, he once told me to think about having sex with Sundeep.”
I shook my head. She had told me about it long ago.
She went on. “He wanted me to compare him with Sundeep and appreciate that he was better. And honestly, he was. But that wasn’t the part that thrilled him the most. He seemed... excited by the idea of me going back to Sundeep, having sex with him, and thinking of Desai sir while I was with Sundeep. He’s a man of fantasies.”
Talking to her was surely lightening my mood. I laughed slowly. “Desai loves to bang committed women. I’ve never heard of him pursuing a single woman.”

Nidhi smirked. “You’re also like him, aren’t you?”
"Why do you think so?" I couldn’t hide my surprise.
Nidhi was staring right into my eyes. “Have you ever had sex with a single woman?”
I felt caught off-guard, but I didn’t look away. I slowly nodded. “No.”
Her lips curved into a sly smile, and I could see the hint of amusement in her eyes.
“What’s that look for?” I asked. “Are you comparing me with Desai now?”
She didn’t answer, just smiled again, this time with a hint of shyness. Her silence left me wondering what was going through her mind. Was she thinking about Desai? Or... was she thinking about me?
"You’re having fun, aren’t you?" I asked.
"Maybe, but you’re also having fun," Nidhi said with a smile.
When Nidhi got up and turned back to exit my office cabin, I couldn’t help but look at her body. Her thin figure and the curve of her beautiful ass caught my eye. For a fraction of a second, I thought about how Desai must have had pleasure with her, making her cry out while he pumped his manhood into her less experienced pussy. The thought made me instantly jealous, and I quickly decided that I had to somehow find out what Desai was going to do with my wife.

Our conversation and Nidhi's idea of watching Desai and Meera at Alpine Heights had gotten into my head. When I got home, I checked its keys.
The apartment at Alpine Heights had a traditional lock which was put during final construction days. unlike our current home with its digital password. There were three keys in total. I set one aside, though unsure of how to plan my next move. With the key, I could surely unlock the door and enter the house. But there was no way I could lock it again from the outside. I had to find a way.
Later, when Meera came home, she asked me if I’d bought the pill. I had completely forgotten.
“I’ll go and get it now,” I said.

“No worries. I knew you’d forget, so I bought it myself,” she said nonchalantly.
Her eagerness to take it was understandable. It was clear she wanted to make sure she’d be protected for the next two days, allowing Desai to finish inside her without worry. The mix of devastation and arousal that surged through me was overwhelming – my wife was preparing herself for Desai.
That night, as I tried to put my arm around Meera, she stopped me.
"Not today, Krish. I'm really tired."
I knew what she meant. She was preserving her body for Desai. Jealousy flared in my chest, but I pushed forward.
“But I’m already up, baby,” I teased, moving her hand to my crotch. She giggled, her fingers closing around my erection through my pants. The overwhelming tension that I had been carrying since the morning had left my dick in a never ending sense of erection.
“Don’t you want to help?” I asked, feeling the tension between us.
"Okay," she said with a soft laugh and slipped her hand inside my pants and briefs. The warmth of her palm was a welcome comfort. I helped her strip away my clothes.

“Mmm, you are up. So hard,” Meera murmured, her voice filled with playful seduction. She began stroking me slowly, and before long, her mouth replaced her hand. Her lips wrapped around me, taking me deep until the tip of my cock grazed the back of her throat. When she pulled back, she licked under it, sending shivers down my spine.
“Aaah…” I moaned, unable to hold it in.
“Love it?” she asked, her voice sultry.
“Yes,” I gasped, barely able to speak.
Meera continued, her rhythm perfect – alternating between sucking and jerking me off. Every motion heightened the tension until I felt myself on the edge.
“I’m going to cum, baby,” I warned her.
Meera didn’t stop. Instead, she opened her mouth, waiting. “Come for me, yes,” she whispered.
When I came, she took me fully into her mouth, swallowing without hesitation. Despite knowing she was preserving her body for Desai, the fact that I could still fill her mouth with my cum, and that she swallowed it all, was a strange and twisted satisfaction.

The next morning, when I woke up, Meera was already awake, her arms wrapped around me. She cuddled closer, her face pressed against my neck before she lifted it to kiss my chin.
“I love you, Krish,” she whispered softly, and I felt her sincerity.
In that moment, I felt loved. Despite everything, Meera was still mine. She was trying to make peace with herself, trying to compensate for what she was planning to do with Desai. She did love me – of that I was sure. But the reality of her desires was pushing her toward this encounter. A part of me felt sorry for her, sorry that she couldn’t find complete satisfaction with me. I knew I had disappointed her in bed too many times, and maybe, just maybe, she deserved to experience total satisfaction with Desai or someone else every once in a while.
We had come so far with this open arrangement, both of us having multiple partners. So why was today any different? I wondered. What was there to worry about now?

I kissed her back. “I love you too, honey.”
As we had breakfast, I could sense Meera’s nervousness. She was tense, but I knew exactly why.
That morning, when Meera left for work, she wore a blue A-line dress that fell gracefully close to her ankles. The fabric was soft and silky, catching the light as she moved. It was slightly loose around her waist, yet it gently traced the curves of her body, hinting at her shape without clinging too tightly. The dress swayed lightly with each step, giving her a serene elegance, the kind of effortless beauty that she always pulled off.
Her makeup was minimal, just enough to enhance her features – soft eyeliner, a hint of blush, and a touch of lip gloss. She looked naturally radiant, but I couldn’t help but wonder if her choice of subtle makeup was intentional. She knew she would be meeting Desai later, at Alpine Heights. She would be wary of her makeup getting ruined during their expectedly passionate date at noon. As she smiled, unaware of my thoughts, I knew she was already thinking ahead, knowing exactly what would happen next.

She didn’t look sweet or soft this morning; she looked like a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. Her eyes sparkled, seductive and intoxicating, drawing attention effortlessly.
The thought of Desai taming her in bed later that day crushed me inside. But I couldn’t look away.

After Meera left for work, I made my way to the office, feeling the mental pressure, unable to think of anything but the future of the day. Nidhi, noticing my unease, didn’t hesitate to ask.
“Is it happening?”
It was just after the morning briefing was over and we were alone.
“Yeah,” I admitted hesitantly. “I think I should just let it happen. It’s fine.”
“How’s she been at home? I mean... her behavior with you?” Nidhi’s concern was evident.
“She’s perfect,” I replied, trying to sound convincing.
Nidhi gave me a look that suggested she didn’t entirely believe me. Sensing her doubt, I added, “Actually, last night, we had some great fun.” I could sense a hint of satisfaction slipping into my voice.
Nidhi raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Special treatment?”
I smiled. “Yeah, she gave me a little something extra.” My grin widened as I noticed her own smile forming, though there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

“Oh, I see,” she said, her tone playful. Then, after a quick glance around to make sure no one was within earshot, she leaned in slightly. “So... are you planning to go there? You know, secretly?”
“I wish I could,” I admitted. “But there’s a problem.” I explained the issue with the door lock. “The door has a conventional lock that can only be operated from the outside. Once I’m inside, I can’t lock it myself.”
“Oh, so how are you going to handle that?” Nidhi asked.
“I was thinking of getting inside the house through the balcony after unlocking it from the inside.”
“That’s dangerous,” she said, frowning.

“There’s no other way. I have to try.”
Nidhi paused, considering the situation, before offering a suggestion. “I’ll come with you to your apartment,” she said. “Once you’re inside, I’ll lock the door from the outside and take the key with me. That way, you’ll be safe, and I can come back later to unlock it for you.”
I stared at her, surprised. “Are you sure?”
I hadn’t expected her to get so involved in my problem.
“Yeah. We can do it,” she said with a reassuring smile.
I nodded, thanking her with my eyes for her support.
At around 10am, Nidhi and I made our way to the Alpine Heights. I left my car at the office, choosing instead to ride on her scooty to avoid suspicion. When we reached my apartment, I quickly checked to ensure no one was watching as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Nidhi followed closely behind, her jaw dropping in surprise.
“It’s huge! Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she walked into the hall.
“There’s nothing here – no extra items. That’s why it looks so spacious,” I replied, though my my mind was preoccupied with what lay ahead instead of the size of the flat.
"Way more than I imagined," she said almost to herself and then added, “But I guess now’s not the time to check it out.”
I glanced at her, suppressing a small smile. “Meera was actually planning to come here with me,” I said. “She wanted to see if it’d be a good place for us to move into.”

Nidhi turned to me. “Move?”
“That was the plan. But then Desai found out and suggested they could meet here instead," I said.
Nidhi nodded and stepped closer to me. And her voice was lower when she asked, "so, where are you going to hide?”
“I’ll figure it out.” I said, looking around.
Nidhi turned to me, concern crossing her face. “Are you nervous?”
“Yeah, a little,” I admitted, trying to smile but feeling the tension rise within me.
She narrowed her eyes. “It’s not going to get violent, right? Like, some altercation happens and if you end up killing them, I’ll end up in jail too, as your partner in crime. Tomorrow’s news: ‘Man, with the help of his girlfriend, kills wife and her lover.’”
Her joke made me laugh despite my anxiety. “If that happens, I’ll definitely consider linking my name with yours,” I teased.
Nidhi laughed but then asked with playful innocence, “Do I really look that beautiful?”
I leaned forward and squeezed her shoulder gently. “You’re my little sweetheart already, Nidhi. My partner in crime.”
She blushed, her eyes reflecting a hint of shyness. She looked cute, but I wasn’t in the mood for flirting. My body felt hot with anticipation, the reality of what I was about to witness gnawing at me.

“I was worried about where you’d hide until we got here,” Nidhi went on with a smile. “But now, seeing how big this place is, I think you’ll manage just fine. Plenty of space for you to disappear.”
I began to smile and she added, “so much space is there; it's actually making me wonder of I too should stay around, with you. I hope I won't die of tension and heart attack."
I stared at her, unsure whether she really meant that. She saw my look. "I mean... If you're okay with that, of course." She added, almost looking embarrassed.
"And who's going to lock the door then?" I asked.
She froze for a moment, and then a laugh bubbled out of her. “Okay, that was dumb. Forget I said it.” She shook her head, smiling at her own foolishness.
For a moment, I just watched her. The way her face glowed, a mix of charm and embarrassment, was... distracting. There was something about the way she could laugh at herself that felt disarming, like she was letting me see a part of her she usually kept hidden.

Nidhi left shortly after, locking the flat from the outside as we had planned. She also kept my phone, saying it would save me from unexpected drama in this game of secret.

Now, I was alone, and the real wait began.
I removed my shoes and belt, hiding them under a wooden cot to avoid detection. As I wandered around the flat, I searched for the perfect hiding spot. The shelves didn’t seem like a safe option – if they opened one out of curiosity, I’d be caught red-handed.
I checked the time on the wall clock. It was almost 10.30 a.m. Desai's flight was scheduled to arrive at 10:50 a.m. It would take him about half an hour to get out of the airport and head to this place. Meera might already be waiting for him, but I doubted she would have time to go to the airport to receive him because of her busy schedule at work.
It seemed more likely that they would meet here directly. They might stop at a café for coffee before coming over, but I felt that was unlikely. Desai would be craving a more substantial feast, and why would he waste time on coffee? He would probably rush here as quickly as possible, eager to take Meera to bed without delay.

Based on my calculations, they would likely arrive here by 11:50 a.m.
I needed to find a place to hide in the empty house. With nothing but basic furniture in the rooms, finding a good hiding spot was challenging. I walked around, trying to predict where they would spend their time together. The master bedroom seemed the most likely choice.
As I stepped into the room, my heart raced at the sight of the king-size bed. "It has a bed and a couch in every room," I remembered her message to Desai.

In just a few hours, my wife would be welcoming her lover in this very bed – offering him her married body, accepting his manhood into her. She would be seeking and delivering pleasure with a man who wasn’t her husband. She would give him the kind of insane pleasure that I could only wish for.
I thought about how to hide myself in the master bedroom. The empty shelves, equipped with locks, were an option, but risky – if Meera or Desai decided to open or lock them out of curiosity, I could end up either caught or trapped. There were no curtains to offer cover either. The only feasible hiding place was under the bed.
The bed was heavy, and there wasn’t enough of a gap on the sides for me to easily squeeze in. However, the inside of the bed’s frame was hollow, providing just enough space for me to lie beneath it if I somehow could get in. But even that felt unsafe. What if Meera or Desai decided to check under it?

I remembered how Desai had used an app the last time he was with Meera to scan for spy devices in the room. They could easily be suspicious and inspect beneath the bed. I needed to make my plan foolproof.
Searching for a solution, I found some empty cartons in the kitchen. I carried them to the master bedroom and arranged them under the bed, creating additional cover for myself. I left small gaps between the cartons to allow myself a view of the room.
At 11:45 a.m., with my heart pounding in anticipation, I carefully lifted one side of the bed and maneuvered myself into the narrow space beneath it. I positioned myself behind the cartons, concealed but with a clear vantage point. I removed my shoes, belt, and wallet – anything that might inadvertently make noise. Yet, as the clock inched closer to noon, my heartbeats seemed deafeningly loud, and I worried that Desai might hear them if he was particularly alert.

I lay stiff under the bed, barely daring to breathe, waiting for their arrival. But as the seconds turned into what felt like minutes, and the silence stretched on, doubt began to creep in. My mind suddenly cooked a thought that threw me out of my focus. What if they changed their plan on their way to this place and went to any hotel suite of Desai's choice instead?
The thought kept growing, overpowering me. What if all my preparation, all this waiting, had been for nothing?
The silence that filled the house was beginning to suffocate me. I glanced at the clock again. 12:00.
I heard nothing. Not a single footstep. Not the creak of a door. Nothing at all.
I knew it. The plan was falling apart.
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