Knowing my wife, knowing me as well – Part 01 – Page 23 of 25

I sat there silent. Unable to move. Unable to even look up, like I was the one who was caught with her husband.
But honestly I didn’t have any plan to confess that I knew it all, already.
“I’m so sorry to show you this but I’m equally hurt, Krish!”
Sheelu said. Now she was consoling me.I looked up and I felt I cannot sit there anymore. I couldn’t say whether it was guilt or shock.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry too, Sheelu.”
So saying I arose, and I left immediately.
At home I didn’t tell anything to Meera though I wasn’t happy with her allowing him to take her pictures. But I didn’t want to talk about it. And I thought it as a closed chapter.
Sheelu called me later that night to ensure if I was okay.
Two days later we met again at her home, on her insistence. She said she had heard in the past that Mr. Shekhar had some flings but she always believed him. And she could never think her husband would steal his friend’s wife. And she also wondered why such young lady like Meera choose an old man like him.
“She had that taste, I mean she used to adore old men. But I never thought she could do this…. She had told me that she respected him…”
I managed to say.
Like victims of a same accident, we kept talking and tried to ease it between us.
She then asked me how she was in bed with me.
I felt a bit awkward to answer that.
“She was… She was good.”
Then it was my turn.
“How about…I mean… Shekhar…”
She looked down on the floor and let out a sigh.
“Shekhar… He wasn’t active… I mean, for at least six months before his death, we didn’t have sex.”
I was surprised. I thought it’s pity, for she’s not that bad, even in her age. There could be men around her, who would be fantasising her.
“I think we should forget about it and move on.”
I suggested.
“You know, I’m not feeling well when I think of Meera. Because, I immediately feel myself inferior to her.. She’s every angle better than me Krish..”
I wanted to ease things more. But I couldn’t see any options.
“Are you going to do anything with her? For doing this to you?”
“I think I’m not going to ask her about it… Because it will not help anyone…”
I dared to take a decision.
“Are you planning to do anything?”
I looked back at her. She was staring me.
“I… I want to have some kind of redemption. But I don’t know how…”
“How? I mean what are you planning…”
She looked deep into my eyes and seemed thoughtful before talking.
“Can you have sex with me, Krish?
She asked in a low voice but I heard it perfectly. I was shocked.
We stared into each other’s eyes.
“No, no, Sheelu.”
I blurted out. I then apologised immediately and left.
Few days we both didn’t try to contact each other. I wanted to apologise to her for hurting her, but at the same time, I felt it’s not just right thing to do; she may be calling it redemption but it is revenge. Revenge against her cheating husband and my cheating wife. I certainly didn’t want to be a pawn in that game.
Then unexpectedly we came across at a public place and Meera was with me. She was happy to see Sheelu but I could easily understand what was going inside Sheelu’s head.Meera was wearing a saree and looked very beautiful as always.
I saw Sheelu looking down at Meera a number of times and I thought I saw what was she thinking: This is the other woman who stole my husband.And inside, I was burning in guilt.
That night I sent sheelu a message.
It just read read: “Yes!”*****Sheelu sent me a smiley immediately to acknowledge my message. But there was nothing else.I sat back and tried to relax. My heartbeats were heavier. Having sex with an elder woman wasn’t my worry. But the reason behind it was. I was about to have sex with a widow to avenge her late husband’s betrayal. The fact that I had a clear role in his betrayal could just leave me sleepless. What if she comes to know of the truth afterwards? I was feeling myself dishonest. Shouldn’t I confess?Three days I ate these types of thoughts only.
On the fourth day I was with Meera at a shopping mall for groceries, when I bumped on to Sheelu.She gazed at me for a fraction of a second before turning her complete attention to Meera.
“Hi Meera!”
Meera was pleased to see her. They talked like close friends while I chose to play a statue. Sheelu seemed at ease with Meera and it actually surprised me.She might have got some solace herself once I agreed to help her get her ‘redemption’, I thought. May be she might have changed her mind. May be she might have forgiven my wife.But all my thoughts and hope were proved wrong in a matter of ten minutes.
“Would you mind if I borrow your dear hubby, my friend for this evening, Meera? It’ll be helpful if he is there for me when they arrive..”
I heard Sheelu asking Meera. She winked at me when she spoke.
“Oh, sure, why not? Actually I won’t bother if you take him right now, if you want. I’m done most of shopping, I can handle it myself..”
Meera was polite. And kind. And generous. And a fool. For now.
How times change.
I suddenly remembered a night.A night, when a husband stood in the darkness of a kitchen store, leaving his wife alone in the company of a man, believing his wife would guard herself, fearing what would happen if she fails to do so. I remembered me. A clueless, stupid me.Here my wife was leaving me in the company of a woman whom her husband had no plan to stop, knowing nothing. She was equally clueless.
How times change.
“That’s so nice of you guys. I don’t know how to thank you guys for your support.”
Sheelu grabbed her hand. Then turned to me and extended her hand to me. I couldn’t help but gave in. It was the first ever forced touch from my side to her. I mean I forcing myself to touch her.
I suddenly felt a rush within my body. My heartbeats were on a rise. I was getting excited when she lead me away from my wife. By the time I reached the parking space and sat inside her car, I was carrying a boner.
“Let’s go?”
She looked at me. I saw a woman in command there. Her eyes would burn me.
“Let’s go” I said.
“A cup of tea?”
Sheelu asked as I sat in the couch. I nodded my head. She looked at me and smiled.
“Relax, Krish. I won’t bite you.”
I wouldn’t believe it. The scene was set. I knew why I was there.
“Oh you must be kidding!”
I said.
She smiled again. This time it was pleasing.She quickly returned with two cups of tea. And she sat next to me.
For a few sips we both didn’t speak.
I was feeling awkward.I knew I was supposed to do something but I didn’t know what. I really hoped she would take the lead. But the tea was finished soon and we were still separated by an invisible wall.
“You know it’s getting awkward, isn’t it?”She asked.
I agreed.
She collected my tea cup and kept it on the centre table.Then turned to me and touched my thigh.
“Krish, if you don’t want to do this, don’t. It’s okay.”
“No, I want to do this.”
I said quickly.
She gave me a surprised look.
“I too want redemption.”
I said and she smiled.
“You’re not teasing me, are you?”
“Not yet.”
She gave me a naughty smile.
“Do I look like a widow?”
She didn’t. She didn’t look a woman grieving either. She didn’t even look a mother of two college students. I noticed.
“No. You look beautiful, Sheelu.”
I said with a smile.
“Then give me a hug, at least.”
She said. Her eyes demanded even more.
I leaned forward slightly and we hugged. I felt her shoulder on my chin. Her smell. Her warmness. I tilted my head a bit and landed a small kiss on her neck. That was all it took to break the ice.We sat together in that couch and our arms tried measure up each other’s back in that awkward position. But soon our lips met. She was very responsive. Our first kiss itself lasted long enough to leave both of us gasping for breath.Once parted, she spoke her mind.
“Let’s go to the room!”
It was happening. In the room, in her bed, we kissed more, and more passionately. Then she let me take off her black top before lying on her back in the bed, wearing her long skirt. Her boobs were bigger than what I was used to, and my hands soon found out it’s softness, as she unhooked her black bra for me to explore them. She watched my moves and bit her lips as I devoured her tits. I returned to her warm lips to taste them again, as I lay next her and locked her with my legs.
“Take off your shirt, Krish.”
She said. I unbuttoned my shirt but before removing it, her dark brown nipples again grabbed my attention. I leaned to her and I almost climbed on top of her while I sucked them. I sucked, bit and caressed them while she moved her hands on my chest, which was bared by then. She soon pushed me back and got on top of me, raising her skirt up to the thighs. My eyes were eager to peek inside her skirt and she smiled. I was kissed and treated by her and she was by then had become a horny woman. She sucked my tits and soon her hands touched my pants, which was slowly pulled down along with my jockey by the time her lips moved below my lower stomach. As she pulled it even more, my dick stood up in front of her and I watched in disbelief while it disappeared into her mouth. I was finding new places.
“Sheelu…”
I moaned and gasped for air as she sucked me slowly.It was awesome.She was awesome.