Knowing my wife, knowing me as well – Part 01

My name is Krish. Ours was an arranged marriage and I had been in love with Meera since then. This is a story of how our marriage which was the most beautiful thing ever happened to me went on to seem like it wasn’t actually there because it seems so gone now. A person often meets his fate on the road he takes to avoid it. Simply put, it’s a story of how I messed with it and lost it all.
I’ll start from the beginning. I was running a small business when I got married. It didn’t work much in my favour and I was forced to quit. I pursued a white collar job from which I was fired a year later. Then I returned to my own business which met with a horrible outcome and I soon found myself reeling with a heavy debt. Though my wife, Meera, was working and earning for our family, I could not find a way to repay my debt to a man called Sunny. I was almost on the run. I was ignoring his calls. But it was a bad move. He tracked me and I ended up being beaten up by his goons. I wasn’t seriously injured, but it wasn’t a nice experience either, for a first timer.
I told you I’ll start from the beginning. Which means there was an incident in the beginning that paved the stones for the surprises that my life had for me. That eventful day, I was leaving my house to somewhere when I spotted Sunny’s SUV at the end of the street and I immediately withdrew myself to my house. Meera was in the shower and I had no time to spend explaining. To her, I was already gone because I had announced my leave when she was in there.
I had to hide somewhere. I looked around, as I also thought it’d help if I hide without letting my wife know because I felt like it might help her behave normally. I couldn’t find a better place than under my own bed. I didn’t think much and I crawled under it. It had space and darkness to protect me. I also remembered to put my mobile in Do Not Disturb mode. All secured, I thought.
Then Sunny came inside, though Meera took her time to answer him.
They spend more time than required in the living room, testing my patience. I could hear them talking in parts but I couldn’t understand a thing. She was very friendly. According to me, she knew that I owed him some cash, but she had no idea about the shitty relation that I had with him. She was heard offering him coffee. They had coffee and more talking. One thing led to other I guess, and then something that I couldn’t believe to be true happened. Something that changed my life forever.
What I witnessed was their legs as Meera walked into the room with Sunny.“Oh my god! I can’t believe I’m doing this! We need to go back”I heard Meera saying. She began to turn back but was stopped by Sunny.
“Guess you don’t appreciate it when you’re having fun.” Sunny’s voice.
“I know it’s really fun, but, but it’s also very scary”
“You mean to say I’m scaring you?”
“I meant to say I’m worried…”
It was understood that he was the one walking her inside. Now let me tell you a word about Sunny. He’s almost my age but had a dominant personality which made him what he is. And at this moment I realized how effective he was. I heard Meera say that it’s not a good idea and all. There were verbal denials from her but it didn’t seem to be effective at the moment.
His intention was obvious. If I haven’t mentioned it earlier, my wife, Meera was alluringly gorgeous who could easily manage to skip the heartbeats of any man around her.Before I could accept the fact that it’s happening, Sunny felled her on to the bed. The only visual that I had, that of their legs, disappeared from my sight to the bed. I didn’t know what to do. I could not come out. Yet I could not stay inside as well. I was made a statue as I heard her words of resistance being suppressed by his kisses. She initially said she can’t cheat on her husband but he said she’s not cheating because there’s no way he’d know of this. He was very fast with his ways which I realized as I saw my wife’s orange shirt was hung at the edge of the bed. Meera had let it go. I knew it. I could very well guess she’s in her bra only. He showered her beauty with compliments. His kisses were very audible to me.I was sure that she is going to be taken by another man. I wanted to stop it. Then an idea struck my mind. I quietly pulled my mobile phone from my pocket and dialled her number. Her cell was on the table and it rang. She had set a particular ringtone for me and she could easily recognize my call. It was enough for Meera to regain her world and she jumped out of the bed. “It’s Krish!”
Before she could answer the call, I cut it.
“It’s him. Oh my god, maybe he’s coming back.”
I could sense the urgency in her voice. She urged Sunny to get up immediately and leave. He too responded quicker than I expected. He got up and I heard him close the zipper of his jeans. He had gone farther than I thought.He left soon, but only after taking her number. He had become a threat to my life in every way.
*****
I couldn’t believe myself as I lay under the bed. I had just saved my wife from crossing the line. About my sex life, I used to believe it’s a nice one. I had a higher sex drive and we made love almost every alternate night. Though I couldn’t last like a porn star, she always seemed to be satisfied with me in bed.Meera was a very attractive woman. Her lovely features always got her a lot of attention from men both at work and at the street. I had been proud of the way she had brushed off those attentions in the past. I had seen moments in that she had been given the lustful look, but all I felt she wanted was respect from men.That day, I thought a lot about it but I couldn’t find a reason for her temptation. I finally concluded it as a momentary flaw that can happen in anyone’s life. I also expected her to be feeling guilty.I decided against confronting her because there were no options to convey her how I came to know of it.That night Meera was eager to have sex. I too was hard like never before and lasted longer than we both expected. She devoured my both lips when I fell next to her, completely exhausted. Since then, I felt definitely better inside, concluding myself that Sunny was too smart to lure her into bed, and now she’s satisfied by me and hence she wouldn’t do it again. I promised myself that I would become more active in sex in the coming days.
Next day she left for work and as usual, I was alone at home. I couldn’t erase previous days events from my mind. My mind kept pondering about it. The more I thought about it the harder I became in my pants. It was aching, and out of curiosity, I freed it from the clothes. I felt good when I touched myself further and soon I was shaking it. It was quite embarrassing at first because I knew I was wanking to the thoughts caused by my wife’s betrayal. Then I thought it’s only in my mind and eventually I ended up wanking at regular intervals. Soon my memory was invaded by my imaginations. What if I hadn’t stopped them from doing it? I was sure that I would have watched her bra and panties falling to the ground, had I remained inactive for a few more minutes. A shiver ran through my body as I imagined her lying nude in bed, available to him. He had unzipped his pants, for sure I knew. I could guess how quickly he would remove his pants and brief. Then he would get in between her legs. Those milky thighs. Perhaps she could be the one spreading them for him. Then he would put his thing in her. Oh! She would moan, wouldn’t she?
I was free every day and night, and my excitements grew by each passing day and it went on until I realized that I regret stopping them. I had gone too far.
A month or so had passed, and I heard some news about Sunny; he was arrested and sent to prison in a money laundering case. That case was going on in the past, that’s why Meera never got his call. Once I knew that Sunny is no more a threat to my wife, my imaginations were let loose wildly. I imagined things that I never wanted to happen in reality. I imagined Meera moaning in pleasure with Sunny. In the bedroom, in the kitchen and on the couch. Missionary, doggy and she on top. Moaning, screaming and crying out his name. I imagined all. I soon found imagining them even in Meera’s presence. She would be in kitchen, cooking, and I would imagine myself as Sunny. I would then watch her body curves from behind, embrace her and kiss her. I also made love to her imagining myself as him. Everyday.I was obsessed with Sunny.*****In the days that followed, I felt self-disgust as it didn’t take as many days as I expected to heal the pain caused by my wife’s sexcapade. For that purpose, Sam’s observation that Mr. Thomas is not going to come after her ever again also helped me. What surprised me even better was my excitement when I made love to her after six days. She too was excited, and I felt really good immediately after that. I suddenly started to feel okay with the incident. On the next day too, we had nice, long lovemaking session. We found ourselves engaged in long wet kisses and we spent more time active in bed than we were used to.
In a few days, I was able to think about Mr. Thomas without much difficulty. Yet, I was jealous of him. Whenever I saw Meera busy at housework, I started to stare at her specific body parts and imagine that Mr. Thomas might have kissed there, caressed there or touched there. That’s when I started to get horny. Before I realized it, I was back in my secret world. All this happened within a span of two weeks.Her next date with Mr. Shekhar came and went without much attention from me.Those days I started drinking at a bar after finishing the work. I used to sit there alone and sip my drink.****Then, on a fine day, I met a man named Mohan. He didn’t work for my firm but I met him at my workplace. Though he was very talkative, we got in close touch only when we spotted each other later in the bar. He was a funny guy who talked about anything and everything.I wouldn’t have to mention him here if not for he spotted an old man with a hot chick near reception next day at my workplace and mentioned it to me. I was just going to the reception side and Mohan asked me to check the lady. At reception, I found the old man, who was none other than Mr. Shekhar and the lady with him was Meera!They didn’t see me, as they were already leaving the place. I saw Meera getting into the backseat of his car with him and leaving.I was surprised, and wondered why they were there. But since it wasn’t a hangout place, there was nothing to put me in a worry.
When I got back to Mohan later, he quizzed me about the lady.That’s my wife Meera, my friend.I said only in my mind, and laughed myself.
“That is his wife.” I told mohan.He was surprised more than I expected.
“Really, are you sure?”
I said, “Though I didn’t see her face this time, I’ve seen them here together many times. That’s his wife.”
He was awestruck and immediately stopped the work he was doing at the moment.For the next twenty minutes he went on to speak on my wife like it was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. I even wondered if he knew the truth and was playing with me.But he wasn’t. He believed me.I asked him what’s the big deal in seeing a young wife with mind blowing features. He said that’s not the big deal, but seeing her with such an old man is. He said she’d be dying for a young dick, as that old man can never satisfy such a hot chic.Mohan again went on to describe her figure in his words and added more insights on how he would fuck her if given a chance. I felt like I would punch him any next moment as he spoke.But, to be honest, I also had a quick arousal. My mind and body were pulling me to the opposite directions. And I didn’t hide it from him and asked him to stop.I thought this as an innocent joke that I had with a man who wasn’t even a colleague. But it wasn’t.That night Meera told me that she had met a man named Mohan in the evening. He walked up to her and immediately started a conversation with her. He was very funny and what’s more funny about him is that he had seen her with Mr. Shekhar and had mistook them to be husband and wife. He even asked if theirs was a love marriage.Meera laughed a lot while talking to me and said she fooled him by hiding the truth. She told him they’re not married but they are in a live-in relationship.I heard it all and acted as if I knew nothing. I wondered if I should tell the truth to Mohan when I see him at work next day.
Though this incident was played for fun for each other, I liked the possibility of Meera imagining herself in a relationship with Mr. Shekhar.Next day when I met Mohan, he talked about meeting the old man’s lady. He said his name is Mr. Shekhar and I replied I already knew his name. Then he said her name is Meera and they’re not married but in a live-in relationship. At first, he told me everything Meera had already told me on the previous night and then went on to say things that Meera wouldn’t even find in her distant dreams.