Knowing my wife, knowing me as well – Part 01 – Page 24 of 25

After bringing me at the edge of the pleasure of my life for a few moments, she looked up.
“Don’t you want to fuck me, Krish?”
I moaned yes.
She didn’t remove her skirt, she lay on her back and raised it above her waist instead. I pulled her panty down to remove it quickly and tossed it away. I then saw, her neatly trimmed, wet hole which was so inviting as she spread her thighs wide apart.For a moment I wanted to kiss it. As I bent down and kissed her, I immediately felt her hand on my head.
“Oh my Krish..”
The trimmed hairs rubbed against my face as I started licking her, and we both wanted to feel it even more. I licked through her wetness and stuck my tongue into her hole while she pulled my hair in pleasure.
“Oh Krish… you’re so good honey…. Keep it there.. Yes there…”
She kept whispering as if she was drugged.
“You’re definitely better than my husband, Krish..”I heard her say and looked up. She looked to her left, to the photo of Mr. Shekhar hung on the wall. She then pulled her mobile phone and clicked a photo of me.
“A souvenir.. Don’t mind…”
She smiled and threw her mobile away. I smiled and resumed my efforts to consume her.Until she was on the edge of her orgasm.
“Fuck me now, Krish, please…”
Her voice. I never thought a woman like her could beg me like that. I remembered when I had seen her for the first time ever in my life. It was when I had visited her family with my family. She was elegant, and content. She was a housewife who had everything. Now she was here. Everything is written.
She then guided me in as I kneeled between them and pushed forward my dick into her.
“Mmm…Fuck me, Krish, fuck me…”
She moaned seductively.
I felt her very different from Meera but couldn’t spot it. I was completely in by a few thrusts, and I moved slowly back and forth, taking me to her innermost and outermost.
“I like it krish. Mmm..”
She whispered.
I didn’t bother to get faster as I concentrated to move in maximum and moved out up to the edge. Sheelu again took her mobile phone and snapped me as I kept drilling her slowly. I was touching everywhere. And I lasted more than I could ever remember, before I decided to turn quicker. But then she suggested a change in position.
She turned her body up and knelt down and bent forward to be on all fours. She had removed her skirt by then. As I stood behind her round and soft buttocks, I remembered, that was exactly the way Meera was seen in the picture Sheelu showed me. This is redemption.
I positioned myself behind her and slid my dick into her.
“Mmm..”
She moaned.
I leaned forward and crushed her hanging boobs, and started moving my hip. This was even better as I soon got quicker and louder as I pounded her harder and harder till I lost control. With a groan, I shot my load into her, to the deepest as possible by pulling her hip back into me with both my hands. I could sense my dick spraying my warm juice into her in sync with my falling heartbeats.
We both then fell on the bed.She smiled and hugged me while i lay next to her, breathing high.
“You’ve filled me.”
She sighed.She seemed like she had fallen for me.I turned to her and we both engaged ourselves in a long passionate kiss.When she got up, she didn’t care to look for the clothes I had tossed away. She pulled out a pink top and skirt from her closet to wear. She then lit up a cigarette and took a puff. She gestured me if I needed one and I shook my head no. She puffed again.
“I’ll make you something to drink. How about some fresh juice?”
I nodded.
She smiled at me and walked out. As I got up and collected my clothes, my gaze accidentally fell on the photo hung on the wall. Mr. Shekhar was still smiling.
I was feeling really nervous and incredibly excited as I sat next to Sheelu while she drove the car. She dropped me in front of my home and left. I didn’t ask her to get down and she didn’t. And I thought it helped me ease my mind. Only to an extent.
As soon as I saw Meera’s face, I melt. She was beautiful and perfect as she ever been. I loved her. I couldn’t think of losing her. I didn’t want to take any revenge to her. I didn’t need any redemption. I wanted only her. But inside, I felt like I was losing her. Somebody was telling me that I’ve done things that I shouldn’t have done.
And next day all the hell broke loose.
I was just walking in to my house, and Meera was sitting in the couch, wearing a salwar, with her eyes burning.
“What have you done Krish?”
She breathed fire.
I knew there was some trouble. Before i could process my mind she hit me on the right place.
“You went to Sheelu to fuck her, didn’t you?”
Huh!
“Tell me! You fucked her yesterday, huh?”
“Wh.. What.. What are you…”
I stammered.
“Don’t try to lie.. Sheelu sent me photos… You eating her pussy… And fucking her! How could you do this?”
Sheelu?I couldn’t believe it.What the hell has gone wrong? I thought.Everything had gone wrong.
Meera showed me her phone. I saw myself. Between two naked legs.I still couldn’t believe it. Because I couldn’t even think, process what was happening to me.
“You cheat!”
Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she wasn’t crying.
“Why Krish? You wanted redemption? You wanted to fuck Sheelu because her husband fucked me?”
That bitch, she had given my wife a word to torture me. Redemption.Fuck redemption. Fuck Sheelu. I wanted to scream.
“Come on baby, try to calm down…”
I tried to find a way to start talking to her.
“I didn’t want to do it… But when she said… I..”
“Shut up Krish…”
She wiped her tears.
“You know Krish, I never thought of you so down. So cheap. I knew you wanted me to sleep around. But now you’ve also started to sleep around. Tell me, is there anything left? Tell me, if there anything left between us?”
“Oh come on, Meera, whatever we did, we did because we both wanted it…”
I gathered some of my mind.
“Yeah we both wanted, but what? Did I ever say I wanted you to go run to a widow and fuck her? Did I tell you to eat her pussy? Oh I can’t believe this! You’re such a…!”
She looked at me like I didn’t deserve to even stand in front of her.I didn’t know what to say.
“Enough is enough, Krish. We have to stop this. Stop everything.”
I thought it’s a good move. Stop everything. Stop those games.But she didn’t mean the games.
“I’m leaving you, Krish. I can’t live with you anymore. We’re done.”
“What.. What do you mean?”
I took a step forward. She ignored me.
“And you know Krish, when I told you about the meeting I had with Mr. Das, I had mentioned about his friend named Mr. Thomas. I told you that he had brought me home that night, the same night when we had an argument and I had left the party earlier. And when I told you this, you said nothing! Why?”
I remembered. Yes, she had told me about him. Yes, but what did I do? Nothing. I had ignored it, because I already knew it. It wasn’t a breaking news to me, and I had let it slip out, while I was listening to her. Big mistake.
I felt I was destined to be what I had become.
I was totally confused, and I couldn’t respond.Meera was digging deep into my mind through my eyes.
“I can tell you why, that you already knew that. I now know you love to watch me to fucking other men, don’t you? You want to make me a slut. You were watching me that night, weren’t you?”