Knowing my wife, knowing me as well – Part 01 – Page 3 of 25

I knew it’s not heading to the right places. Though I had an instant hard on, I didn’t want to enjoy it. What was upsetting to me more was not the fact that she was kissed but the fact that she admitted she enjoyed it.What did that mean?She liked him? Or she liked the kiss only?Is she going to repeat it?I decided that next time when she tells me that about a date with him, I would oppose it straightaway.That night there was no sex as I was drunk and she wasn’t. I resorted to help myself in the washroom, while I waited for the Sunday to come.Sunday came. Day was gone and night came. I literally jumped on to the bed with her. I wanted to kiss the same lips, feel the same boobs that Mohan had two days ago. I was as hard s possible, way too much excited, and ended up cumming too earlier. She insisted another round but I was limp and spent completely.*** ***
Two days later, I met Mohan at the bar and he quickly made it clear; today’s drinks are on him. Once the drinks arrived, he dropped the bomb: That he made it! He had ultimate taste of the chick on the floor, just a day before.
I didn’t believe it at first. I strongly thought he’s lying. But it didn’t matter anymore whether I believed it or not. Mohan shared it all as I sat like a student listening to the stories from his master.
It happened on the previous day. Monday is the day I leave late from work. That had nothing to do with it as according to Mohan Meera had left her office early at noon. Mohan had asked her out without naming the place which was his flat. She hesitated a bit on reaching there but she never stopped following him. She was wearing a purple T-shirt with light cotton pants, looking plump in parts and sexy in all.
Mohan opened a new bottle of wine as she sat in the couch. She made him promise that he won’t push her for than two rounds. He kept his promise in every way as the date progressed.After finishing her second glass she quit dunking, maintaining her two rounds only rule. She then walked around to see all his wall paintings. There were a lot of them. Among them, there was one that’s quite an erotic one in which a nude girl was embraced by a man equally nude, hiding her front areas by his hands. It was when she was observing it closely, Mohan hugged her from behind and asked her if it was the pose. She laughed and talked, but never stopped him. She was in. He turned her to him and their lips met. There was no stopping since then, and he soon walked her to his bedroom.
“Oh man, she’s such a joy!”Mohan sighed and rubbed his crotch with left hand.I was also itching to rub myself. I was hard.Lucky bastard! I looked at him jealously.
Mohan went on to say she apparently wanted a good cock. A strong man. She had pure lust in her eyes when she held and put a condom on his fully erect penis. That’s exactly he provided her. Her facial expressions were exactly the ones he had imagined as he pounded her harder. She moaned and screamed and when his dick hit the innermost of her love hole. She was the one to cum first and she let him know it by making a suppressed scream. He then bursted into the condom, while she hugged him tight and opened her mouth to kiss his. She offered him her tongue which he sucked along with her now swollen lips.
Later in the night, she texted him it was so good. But she also promised that please don’t expect another one.As I sat listening to him how he screwed my wife in a way that even I felt myself envying, I was slowly reaching to a conclusion. That my life isn’t going to be the same. What I had messed with was the most delicate thing in my life. I had damaged it. I had lost control of the ship. I wasn’t the captain, anymore.
But one thing that I could not understand even though I pondered over it for hours, and days.Why, Meera?Why did you do this? This wasn’t something that happened accidentally. It was a deliberate incident. She wanted it happen. Mohan had been sure about it from the moment she had accepted to follow him. She was a woman who longed for a good fuck.What does that mean? Am I not good enough?Am I not a man?I couldn’t digest that. Because, if i weren’t good enough, then what I was giving her every other night? What she was receiving from me when she was moaning in pleasure those nights? Was she faking it? I had heard about girls faking it to please their men but I couldn’t believe my wife would do it to please me. It wasn’t simply possible to be true in my life, I thought.All hell was breaking loose in my mind.My world had collapsed.By the time I reached home I was pretty drunk.*****
I was hit severely with my wife’s betrayal. But there was something that crossed my mind only after a few drunken days. That was, I had never thought of confronting Meera. Not even a single time for the first three days.After three days, I started thinking why I didn’t think about it. i could have stormed into her bed screaming to her that she’s a bitch. She’s a cheat. But I didn’t. Because, as I deduced in a few more days, I was the one who had been more responsible than her for it. She was merely a pawn in my game. My fantasy game. I had invited it, and when it’s discovered, I didn’t have no one else to blame.I wanted to cry. Scream. But I did neither of it.I visited the bar everyday and crawled to home. Crawled under my blanket. Slept next to her without making any move.Next Sunday night Meera warned me about my drinking habit. I knew I was drinking everyday. So Monday I decided to go home straightaway from work. Meera was happy to see me.In the bed, she thanked me for listening to her.We were under the blanket and she turned my head to her.
“It’s been more than a week. What happened to you?” She asked.
I looked into her eyes. Even in the dim light, I could see in there what she wants. But I wanted to ignore her. I wanted to act angry myself.But that night she didn’t want to spare me. She said she’s the boss. She was.She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my shorts down. Her hands moved around my whole body and each time it moved over my jockey, I sensed it growing an inch, without my permission. It had grown to its maximum when she pulled my jockey down and had her fingers around it. I was completely naked and she was still wearing her black shimmy and white floral skirt. She had everything to seduce a man but me. My body had surrendered to her but my mind was still fighting an inner battle.
She apparently had another ideas. She slowly climbed on top of me and sat on my waist. Slowly raising her skirt without letting me see the secrets, she rubbed my dick into her crotch. She wasn’t wearing a panty.Next thing I knew was her lips on mine, with her mouth wide open. After giving me the wettest kiss of my life, she adjusted her hip, and I was forced to close my eyes, as my dick was slowly entering her warm hole. It was one of the most wonderful feeling that I ever had while entering her.“I’m the boss tonight, krish..”She whispered again and started to move her hip back and forth. I still hadn’t let myself go, and I stuck to my earlier stone face.Yes you’re the boss, do whatever you want with my life. I said in my mind.She leaned forward and held on to my chest as she found a rhythm, moving her hip like a pro. Soon her body was taking it seriously, and she leaned even further. Then she was moving her hip up and down.I didn’t know when I started to melt, but it happened in one of those moments. I forgot that this woman had cheated on me a week ago. I forgot that I was angry. She had lowered her upper body further and had begun to throw her waist up into her air, slurping my dick completely into her hole.She panted and cried out my name.I surrendered.
“Meera….my baby….”
“I love you krish….”
I loved her too. There was no doubt in that. Ever. And I wanted to scream it out. But I had reached the places I had never been to.I opened my mouth as I was thirsty.
“You want my juice baby?”
She asked me and I could only moan.Next thing I had in my mouth was her saliva, drooling from her mouth. It had all the warmth of her lips. Her tongue. Her love. Her everything. I swallowed it and parted my lips again. She stopped a moment, held me face with both her palms and spat into my mouth, and resumed riding me like a machine. I swallowed again and moaned like a girl. I then heard her crying…
“I’m cumming … Krish I’m cumming….mmm”
She collapsed on me and stopped moving. In a moment my hip automatically started thumping up. Two pushes, that was all I took for shooting my juice, deep into her.I was learning the pleasure of real lovemaking and Meera spat many more times into my mouth. Deep into my mouth, and I swallowed it all very lovingly.She then kissed me and ate my lips as I hugged her tight to me. She said it was the best sex ever in her life. It was true for me too.She later mentioned that I loved her saliva and I nodded.
“Do you want more?” She asked.
I nodded and opened my mouth.She gave me a light slap across my cheek and teased me saying not now.
That night was the best sex I’ve ever had until then and I forgot everything that happened a week ago. Only thing that remembered was the warmness of her saliva.
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Next day I got a call from Mohan asking me if I’m coming to the bar. He had something to celebrate with me and first thing I felt was a electric shock passing through my spine. His celebration could be my funeral.
At bar, he quickly offered me free booze. I doubted if I should accept it or break his head with a bear bottle. Yet I patiently asked if he got lucky again with the woman. His reply really soothed my mind and saved his life. He said the treat was for something else, that he had cleared all the hurdles for his foreign job.He was going abroad in three days.I stood up and congratulated him with all my heart. I was also feeling very relaxed because Mohan was also going away from my wife’s vicinity.But that solace was short-lived, as Mohan answered his first question. He said he had got lucky again, on previous day. Monday. Afternoon.
Monday. Afternoon! I repeated it in my mind.
Mohan explained it all, again. When he told Meera about his abroad move, she asked for a treat. That was it. He picked her up from her office at three. The route were the same. She asked him where is he taking her and he said he’s taking her a place where she needs to be taken one last time. She knew where it is, and kept blushing till they reached his flat.
Once inside, she was all his. No words spoken. Her blue shirt and dark blue denim were removed even before they reached his bed. There he worshipped her milky thighs and shaved wet pussy with his lips and tongue. Mohan openly admitted that he licked her hole for a good five minutes to bring her to the closer to her first orgasm. It was then he offered her his fully hard dick to feel and with a small gesture she grabbed him and took him in her mouth!I sat listening that glorious feet Mohan achieved, as I recalled how she had refused me a fellatio in the past, even after repeated request from me. She always maintained it’s an unhealthy practice. And here, she voluntarily sucked this man’s dick from top to bottom to almost making him cum in her mouth. She then spread her legs for him to receive what she was due, as she moaned with each of his thrust. He fucked her for good amount of time to make her reach her first orgasm.They weren’t done yet. After some sweet-talk and cuddling, he sat her on top of him and she ride him like a horse. Her boobs danced in tune to her movements and she screamed to reach her second shot of the day. That was enough for him, and he let it go and shot his load and filled his condom. She removed it from him and took notice of the quantity of his semen.
“Who’s better now, your old man or this young man?”
He asked her.She said it’s been the best sex she ever had in her life.
“Oh man she’s such a…”Mohan stopped unfinished.
I didn’t find a right word to name my wife.She was a bitch but I couldn’t call her so.I loved her so much.And I was sure what had inspired her to fuck my brain out last night. She had got the idea and put it into practice with me.She has sucked him, and later spat into my mouth.All happened on the same day.