Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

There was a moment of quiet in the room, except for my tired heartbeats. Then I heard Desai's voice. "Meera. What’s wrong?"
His voice was marked with concern. “Why are you so nervous?”
"I’m hurt.” Meera whispered. “And hit with reality. I’ve cheated on him, haven’t I?" Her voice was suddenly heavy as if she remembered something.
"Why do you think that way now?" Desai's voice was light, as he added, "What’s new about this?"

Of course, from Meera's point of view, it was a first for her, this level of betrayal. But from Desai's point of view, they had already slept together behind my back twice.
"You know, one reason that I came here is to feel… free. It feels suffocating to think of always being watched, always feeling like I couldn’t breathe without Krish knowing," Meera said.
"And did you?"
"For a moment, yes. But now..."
Desai let the silence linger before speaking again. "If this is so painful for you, why not leave him? Why stay?"
Meera's reply was quick, before Desai's suggestion could baffle me. "Because I love him," her voice was filled with emotion. "Maybe I should confess to him after this. I don’t know."
Desai fell silent for a second and then spoke, "I’ve been telling you this from the start. You should. You know, Meera, I’m sure if Krish knew we wanted to meet, he would have helped us. He wouldn’t have stood in the way.”
“Then why does it feel so wrong?”
“Because you’re hiding it.” Desai said simply. “We’re creating tensions for no reason. Krish isn’t the man who would fall apart over this. You know that.”
“Yeah, he isn’t. He’s different.” Meera's voice was low. “But so am I,” she went on. "You know, our meeting – whether it’s here or anywhere else – it’s always been a gift from him. I can’t explain it, but I know he knows about us. He’s too smart not to."
I felt Meera was on the verge of confessing to Desai that their previous trysts were not hidden from me. I didn’t want her to reveal too much, to be honest. But I had no say in their conversation.

"That’s unrealistic, Meera. You’re romanticizing something that doesn’t exist. How can he know about this? Or the previous times?"
"I don’t know how, Susheel. But I feel it. Krish always knows. He’s smarter than you think."
"And me? Do you not see me at all? Is this all about Krish?"
"I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t attracted to you, Desai," she admitted, her words piercing my heart like a sharp knife, before she spoke further, "But it’s complicated. You’re not him, and you never will be. No need to compare."
Desai let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Complicated, of course."
Meera sounded pleading after a moment. "I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess. But I needed this – I needed you – to remind me of what I was missing and what I still have."
Desai leaned closer, his voice gentle. "Meera," he said while sitting back on the bed next to her, "you’re overthinking everything. You’ve been holding so much inside – it’s no wonder you feel like this."
She sighed. "I don’t know what I’m doing anymore," she murmured. "I feel like I’ve lost control of everything."
From the soft sounds, I could sense he was putting his arm around her, offering comfort. "You haven’t lost control," he said softly. "You’re just scared. You’ve spent so much time living for Krish – worrying about what he sees, what he thinks, what he might do. You need to remember what it’s like to live for yourself."

"And what if I don’t know how to do that anymore?" Meera's voice was softer. She was melting.
"Then let someone else remind you," he said, his voice low but warm.
"I hate feeling this way," she whispered. "I hate what I’ve done, what I’ve become."
Desai stroked her hair, his touch soothing. "You’re not a bad person, Meera," he murmured. "You’re just human. Flawed, complicated, and trying to make sense of it all. Just like the rest of us. You deserve to feel better," Desai said, and went on after a pause, "so stop punishing yourself for wanting more."
There was silence after that. Meera said nothing. And Desai was probably waiting for her to say something – or he was waiting for his words to sink in. I hated the silence more than anything he had said, for I feared he was making space in her heart for him.

After a few minutes that dragged me further into dread, Meera suddenly spoke.
“I feel tired. And hungry,” she said.
“We’ll get something online,” Desai replied. I heard Meera's silent gasps for a while. I thought Desai was busy making the food order on his phone. They were surely not planning to depart soon. I didn’t know about Desai's return trip plan. Though I thought Meera might rush back to her office.

After some time, I heard the sound of Meera getting up from the bed. Soon, her feet touched the floor.
"I hope it doesn’t get spoiled," Meera said, her voice filled with concern. I couldn’t help but wonder what she was referring to.
"Your dress is silky, no wrinkles at all. It’s perfect," Desai replied, a hint of admiration in his tone.
"Yeah, I guess. You know, I chose this one because I knew what would happen here," she said casually. She seemed moved on from her emotionally charged state of mind.
“Clever choice,” Desai said.
Meera stood up slowly, and my eyes instinctively followed the movements of her feet. “I’ll take a wash,” she said, turning toward the attached washroom.
Desai grabbed his pants, and I noticed he picked up Meera's panties as well. "Why not take a shower, baby?" he suggested. "Together."
Meera paused, turning back toward him. “Give me that first,” she demanded.
"Tell me," Desai asked, stepping closer.

"What?”
“Shower.”
“Are you crazy? I can’t do my hair here after the shower. I don’t have anything to fix it with.”
“Leave the hair. Let’s just do a body wash,” Desai said, trying to persuade her.
“Susheel! Give me my panties first,” Meera insisted.
Desai stepped closer, their feet nearly touching, and in the next moment, I heard them kissing. The kiss was broken as Meera said, “You’re crazy. Take your shirt off first.”
"Okay, sure," Desai agreed.
I watched their feet moving around as Desai convinced Meera to remove her dress, and he, too, took off his shirt, tossing it onto the bed. One of its sleeves hung from the edge, and I could soon see part of Meera’s dress too hanging off it. I couldn’t help but think about the thoughts running through Meera’s mind as she prepared to undress completely, agreeing to shower with him.

They were both naked, except for her bra. And just as I thought about her bra, I heard something fall onto the bed – easily guessing that it was her bra.
Desai took a moment to admire her body, “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said as if he was seeing her naked for the first time, “every part of you, it's perfect.”
“I can’t believe I’m not feeling shy in front of you,” Meera said.
“It’s because you’re starting to feel like you are mine,” Desai stepped closer again, and I felt he was going to take her into his arms again. I heard him add, “And I love it.”
I heard a giggle from Meera, “Maybe.”
I couldn’t help but feel a sickness rise in my stomach. I felt my arousal giving way to stronger emotions, jealousy, anger and a sense of betrayal. They were more intense than before. Though I couldn’t see Meera and Desai, their voice was enough to make me feel like an outsider in my own life.

Meera continued, further boiling me with jealousy. “and you look even stronger without clothes. It’s like everything about you is just… powerful.”
Desai's reply came readily, “but you complete me.”
The intimacy and connection they shared seemed so effortless and I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was losing everything. I watched their feet moving to the washroom and the silence that prevailed in the room quickly filled my mind also.
They closed the door but didn’t bother to see that it was left half open, a gesture that made me feel how free they were in this house. They were perhaps overjoyed by the thrill of finally getting a chance to be themselves, without any involvement from me. Soon, I heard the shower turn on, the water flowing, and them exchanging pleasure as they watched each other’s bodies get wet. Meera repeatedly asked him to be careful not to wet her hair. The sound of water stopped soon, but they did not come out. I became alert, waiting impatiently for their return to the room. Then, after close to ten minutes, I heard Meera’s giggle.

It was a soft giggle at first, but it soon turned into a moan. After that, I started hearing her moaning his name many times, and it took me a while to understand what was happening until Meera moaned, “Yes, baby, right there.”
They were at it again!
It took me only a few more seconds to realize that he was eating her pussy there.
The bits of expressions that fell out of the washroom soon helped me get a clear picture of the intensity of the tongue worship Meera was receiving.
"Mmm… So good..."
"I love this... Mmm… yes..."
"Oh my god, baby… right there..."
"Aaaah… just there… Mmm..."
"Baby… baby… slow there… Mmm… you’re killing me… Sush... Aaaahhh..."
Then, suddenly, her moans stopped for a few seconds before I heard Desai asking her, “Look at me, baby…”
A second later, I heard him again. “Remember this moment?”
“Yes.” Meera's voice was barely audible.
“Incredible, isn’t it? Life comes back to give us what we want. These moments make me believe you’ve always been in my destiny.”
“Have I been?”

“Otherwise, we wouldn’t have gotten the chance to live these moments again. Are you ready?”
“Mmm…” Meera's voice soon turned into a moan, and shortly after, I started hearing the sound of their bodies slamming into each other. I knew what had just happened – he was fucking her, yet again. The slamming sounded like his body hitting the fleshy part of hers, and I assumed he was taking her from behind. It was the sound of his hips hitting the back of her ass, probably because she was bent forward, clinging to the commode or washbasin.
The memory of an old night came flooding back – the night I had seen them in my bathroom before I fell while trying to watch them through the window. Just before I fell, I had seen Meera bending over the washbasin, with Desai entering her from behind, and Meera surrendering to the pleasure of complete submission to him. My fall to the ground had caused them to stop, denying them the chance to complete what they had to leave unfinished that night. Yet, after so long, they were here, reliving those moments. And this time, there was no one to stop them.
Surely, life had come back to give them what they wanted.
I couldn’t help but burn with jealousy as Desai used my wife’s body for his nonstop pleasure, ensuring she received the same level of satisfaction in return. Meera was perhaps already close to her orgasm from his tongue work. I heard her let out a suppressed scream as she reached the satisfying end of the session.

"Oh God, that was quick. What have you done to me, Susheel?" I heard Meera ask, after a few seconds.
"This is what my love for you does to you, baby." Desai said.
"I will die of pleasure if I live with you," Meera said.
Desai laughed. And I wondered if she was already picturing herself living with him. I thought about how she might process the immense pleasure she could experience if she left me and settled down with him. The thought felt undeniably cruel.
I heard the water running again, and when it stopped, I heard Meera asking for the towel.
"There’s no towel in this house!" I heard her exclaim.

“Wait,” Desai replied, emerging from the washroom. As he reached the middle of the room, I was able to see him properly as I was lying close to the outer edge of bed, though still hidden behind the wall of cartons. I noticed Desai’s body still glistening, water dripping everywhere. He proceeded to the hall, leaving wet footprints on the floor as he walked. Moments later, he returned with a small white towel, presumably from his travel bag.
As he entered the room, my eyes couldn’t help but focus on his fully naked body – his heavily built frame, muscular thighs, and, of course, his manhood. I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick, still very much erect, just after gifting my wife her second orgasm in the bathroom. It was a bold display of his masculinity – not because there was nothing to conceal, but because it was a statement of his authority, as if he had every right to present himself however he pleased. He was like a lion in the jungle, and I was hiding, stripped of any sense of identity. For a moment, I wondered where all of this was heading. I didn’t know. I certainly didn’t know.

Desai disappeared back into the washroom, this time closing the door casually, cutting me off from hearing their conversation. Five minutes later, they both returned to the room. I saw their feet only, and quickly assumed they were both naked.
"I'm feeling cold," Meera said immediately. "I need a shirt."
"You can have mine," Desai offered, grabbing his shirt from the bed and handing it to her.
"Are you sure? Do you have a spare one?"
"Yes," Desai assured her, and I watched him walk toward the couch, the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He sat down and got busy on his phone, as if attending to something important.
Meera stood by the bed and wore Desai's shirt, and then joined him on the couch.
"Do you have water, Susheel?" she asked.

I noticed the shirt she wore – a cream one with floral designs scattered across it. It was very loose on her, barely covering her thighs. The sight of her creamy legs, coupled with the knowledge that she wore nothing underneath, made her look hotter than ever.
And in those moments I spent a moment watching her face. It was for the first time since arriving at this house, I was seeing her face. And what I saw made my chest tighten. She looked happy, radiant, even her skin glowing softly, her lips slightly parted, and her expression utterly serene. There wasn’t a trace of worry or guilt, only a deep, unshakable contentment. It was no mystery why; she was gifted the pleasure of orgasm twice in just under an hour, leaving her with every reason to feel fulfilled. Her married pussy might have been completely satisfied, her body enthralled in ways that left no room for longing. As I looked on, observing the peace on her face, I felt the sharp sting of envy and despair, knowing that the joy she radiated came from someone else, not me.

Desai quickly volunteered to bring a water bottle from the hall. I watched as Meera took it, drank deeply, and handed it back to him. The simple act made me aware of my own thirst, even though I knew there was no way to quench it.
They shared the water and soon settled on the couch, sitting at opposite ends of the three-seater. For a brief moment, they stared at each other before bursting into laughter. At first, I couldn’t understand the joke. Then it struck me – they were laughing at themselves, at the urgency and energy they had shown in their desire for each other since arriving here.
"You made order for lunch, didn’t you?" Meera asked.
Desai nodded.

"How do you know the address?"
"Alpine Heights! It's popular, baby. I'm sure it's worth two crores now," he replied, setting his phone down and looking at her.
"Two crores? You’re kidding!"
Meera smiled, turning toward him as she shifted her folded left leg on the sofa, adjusting her shirt to cover the gap between her legs. But in doing so, she exposed more of her thighs – something she clearly didn’t mind.
"No, baby. It’s in the news," Desai said.
"What’s in the news? My apartment has a two-crore price tag?"
"No, I mean the craze about this place. The rest is my guess, which often turns out to be true."
"Yeah, I have no doubt about your guessing skills," Meera teased with another smile.
Desai suddenly leaned toward her, gently pulling her collar aside to inspect the bare skin beneath.
"Is that a hickey? I didn’t do it,” he remarked.
Meera tilted her head slightly to glance at it and smiled.
"Oh, it’s not you. It’s Krish."
"Wednesday?"

"No, last night," Meera replied, her smile tinged with a pang of shyness.
"You said…" Desai gave her a soft look.
"No, last night I just... He wanted it, but we only did some oral," Meera admitted softly.
Desai smirked, shaking his head. "He gave you tongue?" he asked with a teasing tone.
"No, only me. But he kissed,"
"Must have been desperate for it. Why didn’t you have sex then? Were you saving your energy for me?"
Meera laughed, her amusement delaying her response. Then she spoke, her tone playful yet honest.
"I knew you wouldn’t mind if I came directly from his bed. But yes, I didn’t do it last night because I was excited about today."
"Did you miss me?" Desai asked, his gaze locking onto hers.
Meera bit her lips, staring at him for a long moment, as if deciding whether to laugh it off or speak the truth. She chose the latter.
"In the morning," she said slowly, her voice soft. Her eyes remained fixed on his for a few seconds before she added, "I really missed you when I woke up."
Her words pierced through my heart as I thought of that morning. We had been in bed together, yet little did I know my wife had been longing for Desai. The betrayal cut deeper than I could have imagined. These were the moments that already made me wonder if this was the beginning of the end of our marriage.
I felt as though I was on the verge of hearing my wife commit to his love before their date came to an end.

The way she was smiling at him made me think she was inviting him closer, and the way he was looking at her made me think he would soon jump on her.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"The food!" Meera exclaimed, and they looked at each other with a playful, suggestive gesture, silently debating who would attend to the door.
"You go," Desai said.
"Like this?" Meera laughed, pointing at herself, knowing he was teasing.
"Yeah," Desai replied with a smirk as he got up from the bed.
"I hope it’s not a girl," he quipped, walking out to the main door to collect the food delivery, with just the towel around his waist.
Meera got up and followed him to the hall. I couldn’t help but imagine the delivery guy seeing them together like this, in their current attire. The thought of a stranger becoming aware of to their intimacy unsettled me even further. One by one, more people would know. Until, eventually, the whole world would see them as a couple.

Once Desai collected the delivery, they stayed there. For the next half an hour, I couldn’t see them as they ate their lunch in the hall. I didn’t feel hungry; I seemed deprived of such feelings.
I could hear them chatting like lovers during lunch. Though their words weren’t clear, the tone of their friendly banter made it evident they were enjoying each other’s company.

Meera’s phone rang in the room. The first time, it went unanswered as Meera stayed in the hall. When it rang again, she hurried back into the room to answer it. It was a call from her office, demanding a quick discussion that lasted about ten minutes. As Meera sat on the couch, busy on the phone, my eyes again fell on her creamy thighs.

Desai returned to the room soon and settled next to Meera on the sofa. As he sat down, she leaned closer and wiped one of her palms with his towel. Desai helped by wiping the wetness with the towel, and Meera quickly switched the phone to her other hand, offering the one she had just used for him to wipe as well. The silent communication and the unspoken understanding between them made me realize how closely their hearts were beating together. Meera smiled at him after her hands were wiped and then leaned against him, still talking on the phone. Desai wrapped his right arm around her and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, near her ear. And he squeezed her shoulder gently with his hand, silently gesturing for her to continue without worrying about him.

I couldn’t help but sigh silently. Watching them behave so naturally and comfortably with each other made them seem like a perfectly matched couple. They were enviably at ease, as though they had no doubts or apprehensions about how to behave or what to seek from one another. They seemed to know each other inside out, and their pride in this understanding was evident.
Their bond threatened me more than their physical intimacy ever could. In fact, witnessing them have sex had already lost its shock value. But seeing them interact like this, developing a smooth camaraderie off the bed, was now giving me a new sense of horror.
It was exactly what I had come to find out, and I was finding out.

The phone call ended soon and Meera kept the phone down.

“You were saying something.” She turned to him, keen to continue the conversation they were having while having lunch.
“Waking up is a special feeling.” Desai smiled and said, "My biggest fantasy is to wake up with you." Meera was amused to hear that.
Desai went on, "I keep dreaming of us going to bed at night, staying there together, and waking up in the morning – our hands intertwined, our bodies close. All those moments would give us the feeling of being one, just you and me."
Meera teased, "You're turning romantic as you get older." She laughed. "Do you have any plan to make that happen?"
“Yeah,” Desai grinned. "I’ve come across a bamboo house resort down south. I think you’d love it. It’s like a hidden paradise. Imagine us walking on beautiful wooden pathways, surrounded by lush green grass. The huts are super private, with bamboo walls that keep us tucked away from the world."
Meera listened, intrigued.

"Inside, it’s cosy and spacious. We could enjoy breakfast together in a lovely lounge area with comfy sofas and hanging chairs. Upstairs, there’s a big bedroom with a king-sized bed that would be ours."
Meera smiled at him when he mentioned the bed. "And then?" she asked.
Desai continued, "And a balcony that has the most incredible views. We could relax on the balcony’s netted extension, taking in the scenery. The area is like, surrounded by tall grasses and banana plants, making it feel peaceful and secluded. At night, the place lights up with soft, glowing lights that look like tiny diyas, giving it a magical feel."

He looked at her, his voice softening. "I think this would be the perfect escape for us. What do you think? Ready for a romantic getaway?"
Meera raised an eyebrow. "How can you be so sure about the privacy there, considering it’s not a foreign country?"
Desai grinned. "A friend told me about it during its construction. When I visited, I loved it so much that I immediately decided to buy it."
Meera stared at him, her eyes widening. "You’re not saying you own it, are you?"
Desai nodded. "I’m saying exactly that."
Meera smiled in surprise. "Were you thinking of me when you bought it?"
Desai laughed. "I was thinking of us."
She shook her head, amused but sceptical. "You’re crazy to spend money on such a distant possibility."
Desai smirked. "It’s not a distant possibility anymore."
Meera stared at him, even her eyes smiling at him now.

Desai pulled her closer, gently pressing his lips to hers. Meera responded, her lips meeting his in a soft kiss.
Desai's hand surrounded her, feeling over her chest. With no bra under her shirt, Desai easily found her nipples and caressed them. His hand then lowered to feel the side of her belly, and Meera broke the kiss, leaning forward, away from him. Desai's hand moved further downward to caress the side of her butt, and he let out a sound of excitement as he squeezed its softness.
Meera turned her head to look at him over her shoulder and smiled. "Don’t start thinking of any crazy ideas," she warned.
"We have all the time in the world," Desai whispered, his voice low.
"Not today. Let's not spoil the romantic feel today," she said. "Maybe at the resort, though," she added, a hint of mischief in her voice.
Desai smiled, "That sounds perfect."
Did she just agree to accompany him to the bamboo resort already? And, did she just promise him anal sex there?
Desai was indeed making his moves steady and fast.

“How is it that you went to that resort alone, by the way?” Meera asked.
“It was during the final stages of its construction when I visited it for the first time. The second time I visited, I had already become the owner,” Desai said, then added, “I no longer take my female friends to such places.”
Meera smiled, “Why so?” Her smile told me she already knew why.
“Because I’ve committed to you,” Desai's voice was soft and steady. “I know we can’t be exclusive, but I’m happy to think of myself as yours.”
“Mmm…hmmm…!” Meera bit her lips. “I can’t believe how you’re making me feel like this.” She turned to him and leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his neck. Desai lifted his chin, allowing her to show her affection. Meera kept kissing around his neck, one after another, until she pressed a little harder.

Desai winced slightly, a mix of surprise and pain in his eyes.
“Now everyone will know there’s someone,” Meera murmured with a teasing smile, pulling back to inspect her work. She was leaving a hickey on his neck!
I was stunned to realize the depth of her action, leaving a hickey on him.
Meera moved to the other side of his neck and gave a bite there too.
“That’s two!” Meera said.
"You’re making your mark," Desai said, touching the spot she’d kissed, his voice filled with admiration.
“I love how much comfortable we are, baby,” he went on.
"Only because you make me feel this way," Meera replied.
“It makes me think of what could have been if we could be together.”
“I’m married, gentleman.”
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