Knowing my wife, knowing me as well – Part 01 – Page 5 of 25

It was a dream that kept questing me over next few days. Mohan had said that he had sex with Meera, but how can I be so sure? The only thing I had in support of that view is the way she made love to me on that night. But what if she was naturally aroused to behave that way?A thousand questions. A thousand answers. A thousand possibilities.In the end, a question remained, unanswered.Did my wife cheat on me with that man?
I discussed with Meera about Mr. Shekhar’s suggestion. She instantly turned angry at him because he tried to induce her husband for something she had refused.She revealed that Mr. Shekhar wasn’t collaborating with her firm for more than a month and now he wants her to follow him to work for the team which actually is her current firm’s market adversary. For me it didn’t make much sense. She wasn’t the owner. She doesn’t have to think that deeper. She said she and her colleagues are a team which forms the backbone of the branch. If she leaves, that will be termed as nothing but backstabbing.I asked what if she tells them that her husband is forcing her and she can’t deny him. She looked at me like she heard a joke. At that moment I felt like I didn’t possess any value or power in her life. I didn’t. Her eyes screamed that. She had the upper hand in my life, and this wasn’t a breaking news. This incident just underlined that fact.*****I conveyed my helplessness to Mr. Shekhar. I don’t know how he might have thought of me. Perhaps, a man who had absolutely no control over his wife. But it was just my assumptions as he didn’t make any sign that showed contempt towards me.Few days later he called me. He said he was missing us. He suggested we do something together for fun. I was confused first. Then he suggested we go and watch a T20 match that was happening on Saturday. I immediately agreed, as I heard him promising to arrange the tickets.He then told Meera too the same and I didn’t have to ask her. She was ready.Saturday he reached our home in the morning. Meera was getting ready and she told me to prepare him coffee. I felt a bit shy for her ordering me so open to prepare coffee for him but I relented. As he enjoyed hot coffee, I noticed his shining Mercedes parked outside.I couldn’t hide my excitement as I walked around it. Mr. Shekhar asked if I wanted to test drive it and I instantly obliged. But I couldn’t do much as Meera announced she’s ready before I move it more than a few yards. I smiled at Mr. Shekhar helplessly. He noticed my disappointment and said if I want I can drive it to the stadium. I wanted it.Meera wore a light green camisole with a brown jacket and a black denim. She matched a sunglass with it and looked absolutely gorgeous.Mr. Shekhar exchanged some genuine compliments and opened front door for her.She saw me in the driver’s seat and backed off, saying it’s too rude to leave Mr. Shekhar alone in the back seat.I instantly agreed with her thinking. I could have suggest Mr. Shekhar to take front seat and let her take rear seat, but without thinking much due to my excitement of driving a Benz, I instead suggested her to sit with Mr. Shekhar in the rear seat. Mr. Shekhar smiled and opened back door for Meera. She thanked Mr. Shekhar for his compliments when he sat next to her.I concentrated on the driving for the next sixty kilometres. Mr. Shekhar and Meera did all the talking. They joked and laughed together and I remained a mere listener. In middle of those jokes were the ones she had made up from Mohan. In that, she and he were a couple. Mr. Shekhar asked her what will she say if Mr. Mohan happens to see them together. She said she’d stick to what she had said earlier; that they’re a couple.
“What about krish?”
“I’ll say he’s our driver.”
She said and laughed. Mr. Shekhar too. I had to imitate laughing.But then I realised it. I had become their driver.We reached the place and got a nice place to watch the match. Meera indeed attracted a lot of eyes and Mr. Shekhar mentioned about it. He told me that I have a beautiful wife, again.As the match progressed, Meera’s dress wasn’t the same throughout the match. She tied her jacket around her waist and the camisole showcased best of her curves. I saw many eyes measuring up her inch by inch.I was hugely turned on by the attention she’s got from the public. I wondered if Mr. Shekhar was also feeling the same.The match was a thriller that was decided on the last ball only and we, along with the crowd, erupted in madness, screaming high. While coming back, I volunteered to drive again. After forty something kilometres he suggested a deviation and it ended at the parking lot of a restaurant.He lead us inside and it was a pub. With dim lights and lethally energetic music, it looked a place to visit. As we found a nice couch at a corner, I noticed a crowd at the other end. That was a dance floor.
“We’ll go there later.”
Mr. Shekhar said. He and I were sitting at either sides of Meera. She checked the menu and she named a wine for her. Mr Shekhar quickly rejected it. He said she can select a hot drink only. She selected a vodka then. I went for what Mr. Shekhar did.I saw couples walking towards the dance floor and the crowd was growing. After one hour or so, we also hit there. Meera pulled me to the floor at first and we danced to a latest Bollywood track. It was a remix version and it lasted more than ten minutes. It followed an English track which I couldn’t say whether a remix or what; but it was awesome. Meera was back to her stadium outfit, as she tied the jacket to her hip.I stopped when the track finished. Mr. Shekhar was watching us.He complemented her dance and said she was the centre of attraction on the floor.
“You should also dance!”
Meera held his hand and said. I also felt the same. I didn’t have anything in my mind. It wasn’t that I wanted to see my wife dancing with someone else. I told her that you should take him to the dance floor.
“After all, he’s your live-in partner.”
I was relating to the ‘Mohan joke’ and they both smiled.The track was a slower one with enough beat that allowed interested takers to dance faster. But I saw Mr. Shekhar putting his arm around her waist and moving in tune with the song. His steps were quite attractive, and instantly earned everybody’s attention. One after another, I watched the whole crowd on the floor switching to those moves. It was quite something to see a fifty year old man making those youngsters follow him on the dance floor. As the song ended, I saw Meera walking towards me. I thought she might be tired. But she quickly untied her jacket and handed it to me. And without saying a word, she walked back to Mr. Shekhar.
I stood there holding her jacket, watching them move their hips together, until the end of the song. I saw many boys ogling at her curves even though they were with their girls. By the time they finished and we exited the pub, I had started struggling with a rock inside my pants.I was forced to take the driver seat again, as I feared Meera might find my hardness. A part of my mind wanted to show her that I’m turned on seeing her dancing with him, while another part of it questioned me what if she doesn’t like it.I sat alone like a real driver and drove. Mr. Shekhar and Meera sat together with their hand in hand like a real couple and chatted. It wasn’t merely chatting. They were flirting with each other. If I share all those details here, the story won’t end.We reached home at midnight. She invited him inside. Saying that he’ll leave soon, he came in. I took out a bottle of whisky and poured in two glasses. Meera brought a wine bottle and asked if it’s okay that she’s taking wine. He was quick to take away her glass saying no, no wine, young lady.
“We don’t have vodka here.”She said.
He said he has. He went to his car and returned with a new bottle of vodka.Soon we were drinking at the comfort of our own couch.At that time there was a power cut. The lights went off, and battery powered lights, along with the decorative lights in the showcase lit up. It was just a few moments, and the power was back. Mr. Shekhar suggested that we’ve got some nice lights that can turn the living room to the right ambience of a pub. Meera said really? and she switched off the main lights and switched on all the decorative lights.Mr. Shekhar was correct. We had the right kind of lights. Red lights from the sides, it was glowing like I had never noticed. Meera went a step further, as she switched on the stereo too.
“How’s now?”
She asked him.
“I told you!”
He poured another round of drinks.Meera asked me to shake legs with her.
“No!”I quickly took my glass and began sipping it.I suggested she can dance with Mr. Shekhar. He’s better dancer.He quickly got up and walked to her. It seemed he too wanted to dance. She removed her jacket and threw it to me and turned her complete attention to her man. He put his hands around her hip, and her hands on his chest. The dance was more intimate than what they had in the pub. I poured another drink before they finished that song.I sensed my dick getting harder again yet I was completely relaxed. I saw Meera turning her back to him and still moving her hip in tune to the slow track. His hands were around her belly and as he stood that closer, I saw his hip rubbing on her butt. I was sure that he’s as hard as me and it was visible that she had no problem with him rubbing it onto her.I wanted to take out my dick and shake it hard. Though I had come to know that my wife was fucked my two men, or may be three men, it was the first time when I saw her sexually active with another man. And this sight, not only made me not angry but also made me enjoy a new feeling.He said something in her ear. His lips were so close to her, and it looked like he’s kissing her.She looked at me and smiled.
“Are you enjoying our dance honey?”
“Mmm.. Yeah… Yeah!”
I stammered.His hands now had made a firm grip around her belly. They were facing towards me.He looked at me.
“What are you seeing, Krish? An old man with a young lady?”
Before I could reply, she turned her face to him and smiled. I doubted her lips touched his face.“No, not at all, Shekhar. I’m seeing a man with a girl.”
“And what do you think of my girl?”
Meera kept grinning.
“She’s very beautiful.”
“That’s all?”
“Mmm.. No, she’s… Hot. Totally sexy.”
Meera nodded her head and touched his face with her left hand without turning back.
“You like her?”
“Yes.. Yes I like her.”
“You want to make love to her tonight?”
This time she turned her face to him and pinched his cheek. She said something that I couldn’t grasp. I was awestruck with his question.
“Yes.. I want to.”
“Okay. But only for one night, after that you’ll return her to me. Promise me….”
“I promise… Only for tonight.”
“And after that?”
“After that she’s yours!”
She laughed high and pinched him hard.He made a sound “ouch!”
Then he pushed her to me and she fell on my lap.
“Come on, don’t waist time. It’s already midnight!”
He said grabbing his glass and sat on the couch next to us.
“Are you going to make love to me? When he’s watching?”
Meera asked me.
“I said yes, if he has no problem.”
“Okay then”She said and kissed me. On my lips. I hugged her and opened my mouth to consume all of her soft lips. We kissed like a teenage couple on their first date, and ended up giggling.
“Okay, I’ll take her to bed once you leave.”I turned to Mr. Shekhar.
“That means I’ll have to leave now.”