6 comments/ 35877 views/ 17 favorites Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 01 By: aurelius1982 I still remember when it all started. My ship was docked at Rotterdam. I finished my shift, returned to my room, and as was the daily routine, logged into Skype to talk to my wife Menaka back in Mumbai. It was almost midnight there. Menaka was on time as always. We exchanged notes about each other's days, she told me about how our eight year old Ayan had scored an A in his spelling test, and complained about how hot and humid it was getting. It was well over 30 minutes into the conversation that she said, "Oh by the way Prakash, I have something funny and embarrassing to tell you." "What's up?" "Hehe, it's so weird. Basically, I saw Dara having sex on the roof!" "WHAT??" Dara was our building's elderly Nepali watchman. A balding wiry Gurkha who lived in a small shack at the bottom of the building with another watchman. He had started working with us only a few months before. "The internet wasn't working, and when I called the company, they said the problem might be with one of the switches near the roof's door. They said they could send someone over the next day, but if I wanted I could do it too. It was about an hour ago. I followed their instructions and reset the switch and was about to go down again when I saw the roof door was open." The door to the roof of our building is always locked, with each resident having a key. "I thought maybe someone had forgotten to lock it. I had my keys with me. So I decided to check no one was up there before locking it. When I walked up, I instantly heard soft sounds of moaning. Curious, I walked across the roof and there I saw them. Behind the water tank. Hehehe." "Oh my god...hahaha...did you get to see anything good? Who was he with?" "One of the maids who works in the building. I think her name is Vimla. She is in her early 20s. They were going at it hot and heavy." "Were they naked?" "Semi-naked. Bottomless. He had his shirt on. She had her kameez on. She was bent over, with her hands on the parapet wall. And he was doing it to her from behind." "So what did you get to see?" "Not much. It was kinda dark. He had turned off the roof light. But from the ambient light, I got to see enough." "That is so hilarious. Old Dara, huh. Who would've thought he was such a stud?" "Anyway, when I saw the sight, I was shocked and just stayed rooted to my spot. I watched them for almost a minute before Dara noticed me. He stopped humping her for a moment and was about to say something when I blushed, turned around, and ran out." "Hahaha. I wonder if they stopped or if they kept going." "No idea. Someone like you might keep going." "Maybe. Oh speaking of which, I won't be able to log in tomorrow." "Why?" "It's THE reason. You wanna know details?" "No." the smile disappeared from Menaka's face. There was a small awkward silence. Then she said, "But day after tomorrow?" "Yup, same time." "Okay. I'll talk to you then. Good night." "Good night." Even after nine years of marriage, although Menaka had accepted THE reason throughout, she still wasn't entirely comfortable with it. And THE reason was that I had a date. With a particularly comely Dutch woman. -- I work as an engineering officer on a merchant ship. Which meant that for 6 months of the year, I was away from India, traveling various ports around the world. It's a job I had dreamed of as a child and loved it even as a grown-up. I grew up in a conservative Marwari family in Jaipur. So my days in the merchant navy opened up a whole new world to me. From being a nerdy virgin in my engineering college days, in a year or so, I transformed into a male nympho under the tutelage of my more experienced colleagues. It started off with the relatively classy red light district in Amsterdam where a few colleagues dragged me on my first shore leave. Then shadier red light areas in other ports. Then I started learning about the singles bars and other pick-up spots around the world at every port we docked at. I picked up tips and pointers from colleagues about how to chat up women, how to read signals, how to identify the right ones to target. And even if I do say so myself, I am quite good looking and articulate. It didn't take long until I had my first one-night stand with a woman without paying her anything. It was in Hamburg. Luisa, a platinum blond single mother in her early 30s who I met in a bar and who was quite the Indophile. It didn't take too many drinks to seal the deal and she took me to her place. She rode me like a cowgirl for hours. The first few women I charmed and bedded were mostly white. Then slowly my repertoire started opening up. Chinese women, Arab women, South Americans, Africans and of course Indian...I had tasted almost every race by the time I was 25. But something was missing. I was started to crave genuine companionship. Not just booty calls and one night stands. So when one of my one night stands during a month long break in Bombay started showing signs of attachment, I jumped in too. Soon I was in a serious monogamous relationship with Neha, a Punjabi investment banker. The relationship lasted three years. But it was monogamous for only a year. I tried my best to be faithful to Neha. And I succeeded for a year. But soon, the temptations were too much to resist on long stints away from her. I strayed, egged on by my colleagues, most of whom were married but were cheating on their wives with impunity. And strayed again. Kept it secret from Neha. But Neha was suspicious and paranoid anyway, knowing about my previous ways. It didn't take too long for me to get "caught" about two years into the relationship. This was right after I had proposed to her too. We fought, argued, cried, yelled, and fought some more. I tried to explain to her that she was the love of my life. What I had done with other women while on assignment was purely physical and meaningless. I promised to stop. After many late night fights, she agreed to give me another chance. But it didn't stick. After a year of recriminations, it ended with a particularly dramatic fight in which she threw the engagement ring into the Arabian Sea. -- Scarred by the break-up, I returned to my old ways with a vengeance. But in another couple of years, I started feeling lonely again. My parents, still their conservative Marwari selves in Jaipur, had been pestering me to get married right from the day I started working. They weren't thrilled when I got engaged to a Punjabi like Neha, but were happy that I was at least looking to settle down. They came to love her, appreciate her finer points, made their peace with her not being from the same community. And were livid when I told them it was over. Their pestering got particularly intense after I turned 30. And on a 2 month long trip home, I finally caved and let them start the traditional match-making process. The prospective women they shortlisted for me all fit the same template - they were Marwari of course, and from our sub-caste. Their horoscopes aligned with mine. They were good-looking, educated but not too educated, and were "homely". Which meant they were docile, could cook and clean, and were easy to boss around. As a merchant navy engineer with a comfortable salary, I wasn't as cherished on the marriage market as an elite bureaucrat or a a banker MBA, but I was still in demand. The first prospect we visited was insanely gorgeous. Oh man, I still get a boner thinking about her. Things progressed well with her in the first couple of visits. The families were happy. And we finally got permission to "go out" just on our own. That's when the match ended. Based on my experience with Neha, knowing my libido, and having observed all the philandering colleagues around me all these years, I had come to a realization. There was only one way this could work. So after ordering coffees and getting some more small talk out of the way, I started my rehearsed monolog. "I want to clarify something up front. I am in a job that has me traveling overseas for 6-9 months of the year, many times for months at a time. I am a young virile good looking red blooded man with needs. When I am on the ship, I will satisfy my needs. Just like I have been doing so far. I will be emotionally faithful to you and committed to the marriage. But I want you to know up front that when away, I will be sleeping with other women. I have seen colleagues hide it from their wives and be in marriages based on dishonesty. I don't want that. I need you..." "Please take me home." she interrupted me, her face red with rage. I nodded, and took her home. I didn't want my parents to know about this so I begged her to give some other reason for rejecting me. When the rejection was officially conveyed, the reason provided was "she is not thrilled with the idea of being in a marriage where the husband is away half the time." My parents were disappointed. Their disappointment only grew when three other matches ended the same way. Those women couldn't stomach my proposed "policy" either. --- And then came Menaka. Menaka was "damaged goods" according to my parents. In fact they were opposed to even seeing her, and only agreed after the mutual family friend who brought her match started putting pressure on them. In every other way, Menaka was similar to the other prospects I had seen. With one major difference. She was a widow. She had been married right after college at 22 to a businessman who died in a car accident three months after their wedding. Menaka survived with minor scratches. And she got tagged as "inauspicious". She was now 25, and stayed with her parents. Hers wanted no part of her. So you can imagine why my orthodox parents were horrified when I told them after the first visit that I quite liked her. She was pretty, carried herself well, but more than that, there was an odd kind of wisdom in her eyes, maybe the result of three years of hardship. When I gave Menaka the same speech I gave the other women, she didn't look angry or offended. She heard me out with a patient expression on her face. Then she was silent for a minute. And then said, "My school friend Priya's uncle was in the merchant navy. She used to tell me about how he was." "Okay." I said. We sat in silence for another minute or so. "You are aware of my previous marriage? And how it...ended?" she finally said. "Yes." "And you're okay with it?" "Yes." "Your parents?" "Leave my parents to me." She sat silently for another minute. "We can't really afford much of a dowry. My parents used up their savings in my first..." "Dowry? Who said anything about dowry? I don't want any dowry. Nor do my parents." She nodded. And then quietly said, "Give me a couple of days to think about it." She conveyed her acceptance a couple of days later. My mom threw a tantrum but I was steadfast. And threatened to bring home a foreigner wife if they kept objecting to Menaka. We were married a month later. ------- Nine years of marriage went by very smoothly. Within a few months, Menaka was pregnant. Ayan was born. We bought an apartment in Bombay and moved base there from Jaipur. My parents came to love Menaka dearly very soon. When I didn't die within a year of the marriage, their superstitious fears melted away. Menaka held up her end of the bargain about THE reason. She never brought it up, never grumbled about it, and if it somehow came up during conversations inadvertently, changed the subject. The only time we had a bit of a fight related to the subject was about a year into the marriage. We had just finished having sex, and I said, "You're incredible! I can't believe how easily you lost all the pregnancy weight." "I'm still 5 kgs overweight." she said. "Nonsense. You're voluptuous." "You're just being nice." "No, seriously. Any man would be happy to sleep with you." "Shut up!" she punched me playfully. "Don't take my word for it. Try it out." "What?" "I've never made it explicit but I thought this was implied. I am away half the year. You have needs too. I'm not a hypocrite. If you want to..." "STOP!" she angrily said. "HOW CAN YOU EVEN..." And then she started crying. I apologized and dropped the subject, never to bring it up for seven more years. ------ The next time the subject came up was six months ago when we attended a friend's 10th anniversary party. It was a big event in their sprawling bungalow in Thane. I knew the guy from my college days. There were a couple of dozen people and several kids. There was catered food, drinks, music, entertainment for the kids, and so on. Some of my other college buddies were also in attendance and our group soon got down to reminiscing about the old days. Menaka was mingling with the other wives and Ayan was playing with the kids. Soon it was almost 45 minutes before I realized that I couldn't see Menaka anywhere. So I excused myself from the group and went looking for her. Asking a few people if they had seen her, I eventually reached the balcony at the back of the house and heard Menaka's voice. She was on the porch under me, "Yes mom, yes, I'll talk to Prakash about visiting." She was talking to her mother. I looked over from the balcony and waved to her. She waved back. I started heading downstairs to talk to her when I ran into another friend and we spoke for a couple of minutes. Then I made my way to the back porch. There was a big manicured shrubbery beyond which I had seen her standing. I was about to walk around it, when I heard her voice say, "Very cute!" "Aren't they? They take after their mother." a man's voice responded. I stopped in my tracks. I recognized the voice. It was Dinesh, a guy we had been introduced to earlier. He was there alone because his wife was traveling for work and his kids were with his parents. I remembered him because I had notice him check out Menaka a little too obviously at that time. Now, someone checking out Menaka isn't unusual. She has a very pretty face with long silky hair, a petite but striking figure, and larger than average D cup breasts. Motherhood and subsequent years have only accentuated her curves without making her overweight. She gets more than a few glances from guys wherever she goes because even at 34, she is a knock-out. What struck me was the way this guy had blatantly checked her out even with me standing right next to her. Later in the party, I noticed that he flirted with a lot of women. He was a handsome sort of guy. And a natural. I was a little amused to note that he was probably trying to flirt with Menaka, who was very prim and proper in every way possible. With soft steps, I moved to the side. Through a gap in the shrubbery, I could see the two of them about 20 feet ahead of me. He was flipping through his phone and Menaka was standing next to him looking at the pictures. "And that's their mother." he said. "Isn't she a knock-out?" "She is very pretty." Menaka politely responded. "Nothing compared to you though." he smoothly added. Menaka just blushed and then looked around. She was uncomfortable with compliments even when they came from me. "We should do a play-date sometime." he said. "I saw your son earlier. He's about the same age as my eldest." "Sure. Let me know when your wife is back in town." "Oh, she is very busy. She travels a lot for work. She's consultant. No idea when she'll have time for something like this." "I see." "It's not easy, right? Bringing up kids when one spouse is always traveling? Your husband said he was in the merchant navy, so you know how it is." "It's okay." Menaka said, again looking around for me, but I was hidden behind the shrubbery where it was dark. "And it's not just about the kids. Things can get lonely in other ways too." Dinesh said suggestively. Menaka stayed silent. "Think about it. We can meet sometime when my wife is traveling and your husband is traveling." Dinesh said, reached into his pocket and fished out a card. "Here's my card." Menaka said nothing, but took the card. "Anyway, I'll head back inside for another drink. Call me." he said and gently pressed Menaka on the shoulder before walking away rapidly. I admired the guy's technique. Didn't push too hard. Dropped a suggestion, gave her his contact info, and then walked away. I waited a couple of minutes observing Menaka as she stood there alone, just staring at the card in her hand. Then she put it in her purse and fished out her phone. That's when I decided to walk out from behind the shrubbery. "Oh, there you are." she said and smiled as she saw me. "What took you so long?" "I ran into a friend coming down. And then...well, I was listening to that Dinesh guy and you talk." "Oh." Menaka's smile vanished. "Did you hear what he was saying?" "Yeah." "What a shameless man!" she said, looking offended. "But I noticed that you kept his card." I smiled. "What?" Menaka looked a little miffed. That's when someone came to the back entrance and yelled, "EVERYONE, COME ON IN! THEY'RE CUTTING THE CAKE!!" Menaka and I walked back. ------ We didn't really get a chance to follow up on the conversation till much later. First we were at the party for a while. Then Ayan was with us as we drove home. So it was only in the bedroom that the subject came up again. "I threw away the card." Menaka said as she got into bed. "What?" I feigned ignorance. "That guy's card. The only reason I put it in my purse back there was that I didn't want to litter on that pretty lawn. I was going to throw it away in a bin later. And I did that." "There's no need to get so defensive, honey. Even if you kept the card and met the guy, you know my policy on it." She just shook her head and turned away. I put a hand on her shoulder, and didn't say anything further. A minute later, she said, "So you would be okay with me just...calling the guy and meeting him?" "Sure." "You saw the way he was hinting at things. What if I...you know...started hanging out with him?" she turned around and looked me in the eyes. "I've said this before even after we got married. I am not a hypocrite." "It's easy to say that. It all seems very theoretically easy to you. But trust me, I am the one who has had to...struggle with this for all these years." "I know you have. Which is why I am saying that if the shoe were on the other foot, I'd be able to handle it." She just snorted and turned away again. We were quiet for a while before I said, "Haven't you ever thought about it? How it would feel like to be with another man besides me?" "I have been with another man besides you." she replied without turning away. "WHAT????" I sat up bolt upright. "WHEN??? WHERE?????" She turned around and looked at me with a neutral expression. "Does it bother you?" she asked in a neutral tone. "Yes...I mean no...I mean..." I felt very confused. All these years, I had maintained that she was free to explore other avenues of sexual gratification while I was away. What's sauce for the goose and all that. But to hear her say it so nonchalantly seemed to stab at my heart. Menaka just stared at me, as if waiting for me to say something. Finally I did, "If you have slept with someone else, that is fine by me." "Is it really?" she asked. "Yes, it is. I just...I would prefer honesty. Why didn't you tell me about it?" "Do you tell me every time you screw around with those tramps on the ship?" Menaka said sarcastically. "You said you didn't want to know." "I don't. So why do you?" she asked pointedly. "I..." no words came out. There was tension in the air for a while before Menaka smiled. "See how you reacted just at my saying I have been with another man? And you're saying you'll be fine with it." Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 01 "So it's not true?" "It is." "Who????" "Why is it so important for you to know?" "Menaka!" I felt very annoyed. And also a little confused because as my brain was flooded with images of some unknown guy screwing my wife, I could feel my dick starting to stir. "Okay, fine." Menaka said and after a long pause, added, "My first husband." "Huh????" "You can be so dense some time. You asked me if I had never wondered how it would feel like to be with another man apart from you. I said I had been with another man already. Before I even met you. My first husband, the one who died." "Oh!" I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. "So you mean..." "Yeah, I was answering the question literally. But if you're wondering, no, I have never been with another man after we got married. But if I had, your reaction speaks volumes. It's easy to say such a thing in the abstract knowing that I would never do it. But if I actually did...you'll flip out." She turned around again. I just lay there thinking about what she had said. ----- After that conversation, neither of us brought up the topic again. We soon went and visited her parents. A month later, I was back on a ship. And back to my usual ways. But something had changed. I suddenly found myself thinking more and more about Menaka being with another man. Even when banging comely young things on my shore leaves, I found myself imagining Menaka having sex with someone else like Dinesh. And it started turning me on. I didn't mention it to her of course. But it was something that started dwelling on my mind. The next time I skyped home, after talking about this and that, Menaka said, "By the way, I had a slightly awkward conversation with Dara." "Haha, about walking in on him having sex?" "Yes." "What happened?" "I was downstairs, keeping a watch on Ayan and his friends as they played in the parking lot. I was reading a book when I noticed Dara had walked up to me. I looked at him, and blushed a little. He also looked very uncomfortable. Finally he said, "Memsaab, I am so sorry about the other night. Please don't tell the society chairman. I can't lose this job." I said to him, "I have no idea what you are talking about." hoping that he would drop the subject and walk away." "Did he?" "No. The idiot couldn't read between the lines. I was pretending it never happened, so obviously, I wouldn't tell anyone. But he persisted, "That night, memsaab. On the roof." I got annoyed, and said to him, "I really have no idea what you are talking about. Please let me read my book." He was quiet for a while, then said, "I am sorry, memsaab. I...I couldn't help it. It's not like I have a proper home where I could take her. That shack I share with the other watchman Hira...it's not exactly built for privacy." I finally changed strategy and said, "Dara, please, just...fine. I won't tell anyone. Now leave me alone."" "So did he finally leave you alone?" "I wish! He then started talking about how his wife had died five years ago and how he was lonely and he couldn't help himself, and all that. Finally I just got up and walked away. Luckily, he didn't follow me." "As long as he's sure you won't tell anyone, I think he should be fine." "I hope so. I still can't that image and those sounds out of my head." "The moaning sounds?" "And the slapping sounds." "He was slapping her????" "No no...you know." she shyly blushed. "When someone is having sex really hard...the skins slap making that sound." "Haha, he was fucking her hard enough to make those skin slapping sounds? That little old man?" "Hehe. Yeah, it was very...intense. And so kinky. I mean out there on the roof under the open sky, this old man with that maid half his age. Going at her like that. And the sounds she was making..." Menaka's voice had suddenly gone a little hoarse. "Sounds like it turned you on!" I joked. "Shut up!" she giggled and said. "Sounds like someone wishes she was in the maid's place!" I said. "WHAT???" A look of anger flashed across Menaka's face. "Why would you say that?" "Easy, easy, I was just joking." "What a horrible joke to make." she said, even angrier. "I'm sorry, Menaka. Seriously. I didn't realize you'd get this upset." Menaka just glowered at me for a few seconds. Then said, "I am going to bed. Bye." And she logged off. ----- I sat there, stunned at what had just happened. This was the angriest I had ever seen Menaka. She was by nature a shy, quiet, and generally non-confrontational person. In the nine years of marriage, she had never once raised her voice to me. Whenever we had disagreements, she usually gave in right away. And if she was unhappy, she expressed it either by gentle sulking or occasional tears or then complete silence. But this was unprecedented. I wondered why she had gotten so upset. I had made similar bawdy comments in the past, but she either shrugged them away or then made a face. I was tempted to call her on the phone and talk it out, but considering how angry she had been, I decided to give her some time to cool off. Half an hour later, my Skype screen started ringing. I answered. "I am sorry." Menaka said, sounding contrite and looking very tense. "I don't know what came over me." "I am sorry too, honey. I had no idea you would get that upset." "No, it's...it's actually my fault." "No, I was out of line." "You weren't. In fact...that's kind of why I lost my cool." "What do you mean?" "Oh god...I don't know how to even say this." she put her face in her hands. "What's the matter, honey?" She just kept her face buried in her hands for a minute before finally lifting it. "I...I had a dream about Dara." "Okay..." "A couple of nights ago. And it was...like you said...in the dream, I was in the maid's place." her face was absolutely red. "Okay, and?" "And?" "Well, did you do anything?" "In the dream?" "No, in reality." "Of course not!" Menaka said. "It's just that...I had that dream. And since then, I keep replaying that dream in my mind. And it...it arouses me." I sat back and smiled. "So you are feeling guilty because you had a dream about some guy?" "Yes!" I started laughing. "Why are you laughing?" she was annoyed. "Hahaha, come on Menaka. After nine years of being married, and being faithful, you had one sex dream and you're feeling guilty? Compare that to what I have been up to." "I am not like you." she said icily. "I know, I know." I raised my palms. She looked mollified. "It's not just this dream." she said. "In general...the last year or so...it's been different." "How?" "I just feel...so often...aroused. Thinking about...you know." "Thinking about sex?" "Yes." This was not exactly surprising news. The last time I had spent three months home, I had noticed a marked increase in Menaka's sex drive. Our sex life was always satisfactory. Right from the time we got married, whenever I initiated sex, Menaka was ready for it. In the early years, she was a little tentative and shy. Especially during pregnancy and a year after Ayan's birth. But as the years had gone by, she had gotten more and more comfortable with sex. She wasn't a tigress in bed by any means. But over the years, she had gotten comfortable with oral sex, and some minor experimentation. I never pushed her boundaries too much because my port booty calls tended to be very wild and raucous. So sex with Menaka was more like the carnal equivalent of home cooked food - simple and comforting. I sowed my wild oats outside the country and when I came home, I respected Menaka's prim and proper personality and what I considered a moderate to low sex drive. But on my last trip, I found her a lot more vocal, a lot more susceptible to having orgasms, and in general, a lot more sexual. Although she hadn't gone so far as aggressively initiating sex herself, a few times, she had given subtle signals of being ready for it. "So you are horny a lot?" "That word is so cheap!" she made a face and said. "But yes, this time after I left, I found myself yearning for physical intimacy a lot. Something that never happened before." "It's natural." "Not for me!" "Honey, don't you know that most women hit their sexual peak in their early to mid 30s?" "Really?" "Yes. Especially women who have kids. Your body is beginning to feel confident and you are now embracing your sexuality after years of tentative experiences." "Hmmmm." she looked thoughtful. "How often do you masturbate?" I glibly asked. "Prakash!!" she blushed. "Oh come on, if you can't tell that to your husband of nine years, who can you tell it to?" "Please." "Five times a day?" "Noooooooo!" "Then?" "Once or twice. In the shower in the morning or before sleeping at night." "And what do you think about?" "You." she answered a little too rapidly. I felt like pushing her on this, but let it go. It had taken almost a decade to get such an honest conversation going with her. We were both silent for a while. Finally, she spoke. "Anyway, now I really have to sleep." "Masturbate for me." I said. "Shut up!" "Come on! I am alone in my cabin." "Still, it'll feel weird." I tried to cajole her a little more but she kept refusing so I let it go. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 02 The next couple of weeks, I was unable to speak with Menaka over Skype because our ship was on the high seas in a zone where the satellite coverage wasn't very good. I did use the ship to shore communications facility to send her a message about this. Then we hit a spot of bad weather in the Atlantic. The next time I got to skype with her was from Panama in the middle of the day. It was night in India. The call started with Ayan excitedly filling me in with everything that had happened in school, and with his playground buddies and with his favorite TV shows. Menaka was just sitting there with a neutral expression throughout all this. Then my ears perked up as Ayan said in the middle of his ramble, "...and Dara uncle took me for some ice cream after that..." "Wait, Dara uncle?" I interrupted him and looked at Menaka. She signaled to me that she'll fill me in later. "Yes! He also showed me how to tie a gurkha style knot on my shoelaces and..." From Ayan's continuous commentary, I realized that he had spent a lot of time with our gurkha watchman. Ten minutes later, he got done with his report while yawning a lot and then Menaka told him to go to his room and sleep. He obediently left. "So...Dara is the man of the house now?" I asked, partly in jest and partly jealous. "Don't be silly. He was just helping out because I was off my feet for a few days. My ankle had a bad sprain." she said. "What? Are you okay?" "Yes, it's almost fine now. But for a few days I was in a lot of pain." "How did this happen?" "A couple of days after we last spoke, I was walking back with some groceries. It was about 11 o'clock. I was inside the building compound and walking towards the lift when I stepped on a manhole cover. It was loose for some reason and tilted under my weight. That caused my right ankle to twist real bad, and I fell, dropping all the groceries." "Shit! Anything broken?" "No, nothing broken. Just I cried out in pain, and Dara who was sitting by the gate came rushing to help me. He offered me his hand and I caught it to get up, but my ankle throbbed with agony and I fell down again. He looked very concerned. He ran and got his chair. Then he politely asked me if he could lift me up by putting his arm under both my arms. I guess he asked that because it would mean a lot of physical contact between us. I was in so much pain sitting on the ground that I didn't see a choice. There was no one else around either. I nodded. So he picked me up." For some reason, just the idea of the wiry old gurkha putting his hands on my wife, even in an emergency situation like this, made me feel a little jealous and a little excited. "How did he pick you up?" "He moved to my right and bent down. Put his arm under my left armpit and told me to put my weight only on my good left leg. Then he got up, effortlessly pulling me up with him. And then he put me on the chair." "Did his hand touch your boobs?" "Prakash!!" "Well, did it?" "On the side. It was unavoidable. At least that time." and she blushed. "There were more times?" "Let me tell you things in the proper sequence!" she gruffly said. "He put me on the chair, then gathered all the groceries. A couple of packets had burst and the milk carton had punctured. He salvaged whatever was okay and held the bags in one hand. Then he said he'd help me to the lift and into the house. I tried to get up holding his hand thinking the sprain might have subsided by then. But it had gotten worse. So I pretty much had to lean on him as I hopped on one leg towards the lift." "He looks so wiry. I am surprised he was able to support your weight and carry the groceries. And isn't he shorter than you?" Menaka was about 5 ft 4. I remember Dara being at least a couple of inches shy of that. "Yeah, even I was surprised. Apparently he spent a couple of decades in paramilitary forces." "Hmmm...plus gurkhas are known to have strength disproportionate to their built." "Anyway...in the lift, as he moved his hand to adjust our posture a little...that's the time I felt his fingers cop a feel and press my breast in what seemed like an intentional manner." "Did you tick him off?" "Not exactly. He was helping me. But I did take my hand, put it on his and firmly move it lower." "What were you wearing?" "A sari." "So his hands were now touching your bare waist?" "Yes. Better than grabbing my breast. Anyway, soon we got to our floor. He led me to the door as I hopped. I still had my purse in my left hand. I tried to reach inside for the keys, but that made me lose my balance, and I was about to toppled over again. That's when he...he wrapped his arms around me and held me up." "Uh oh!" I said, smiling a little. What an ideal opportunity for the old man to feel up my pretty young wife. "I felt so embarrassed in his bear hug. I told him to let me go and put my hands on the wall for support. He complied, and took the keys I offered him to open the door. He then led me to the couch and I plonked myself on it." "Any more copping a feel?" "Just whatever was unavoidable." she shrugged. "I thanked him and asked him to put the grocery bags in the kitchen. I then felt like I owed him something for helping me out so much. So I reached into the purse and gave him a hundred rupee note. But he refused to accept it, saying he was just doing his job. When I insisted, he took the note and said, "I will use this to go get you another carton of milk. You'll need it for your son."" "Thoughtful." I said, also thinking that this gave him an opportunity to return and spend more time with Menaka. "I told him it wasn't necessary and that I'd just call the kirana store and order delivery. But he insisted. And he left." ----- "I just sat there, my ankle hurting, rubbing it a little. The pain was just growing. I wondered if I had a fracture or something. There wasn't much else i could do but sit and wait. Dara returned twenty minutes later. He had milk. But also some other stuff. There was a crutch he had borrowed from one of the other tenants. And he was carrying a plastic bag. I thanked him again. He put the milk in the kitchen, put the crutch next to me and then sat down on the floor at my feet. I asked him, "What are you doing?" He said, "Memsaab, I have this balm from Nepal that I have used many times in such situations. A little massage with it and you will feel a lot better." I said, "Thanks, but I think I'll just go to a doctor." But he was already taking the balm can out. He then unbuckled and slipped off my sandal from the right foot. "Dara! Wait!" I protested, but he was in a very purposeful mood. "Just try this memsaab. I am very good with massages." he said and gently put his palm around my leg" "Whoa!" I interrupted Menaka. "He was feeling up your feet and you were letting him?" "It's not like I had much choice. i couldn't kick him away." she replied with consternation. "True. So he gave you a massage?" "Yes. He rubbed that ointment all over my foot and my ankle and gently massaged it with his rough hands." she blushed. "Did you like it?" "It was reasonably effective. The pain started subsiding." "I mean did you like the sustained massaging touch of another man's hands on your feet?" there was a little jealousy in my voice. Menaka caught it right away. "Oh, so you are jealous at that while you go around bedding half the world's women?" she replied in a flash of anger. "No, I didn't mean it that way." I got on the defensive. "It was a genuine question." Menaka glared at me for a few seconds. Then her expression changed to one of introspection, and she said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap. Honestly...I was feeling a little...not exactly aroused, but...something different at the constant physical contact we had been in. And his massage was actually giving me goosebumps." she said. "That's natural. The foot is an erogenous zone for some people." "Anyway, I noticed that Dara's expression was also serious. He focused on massaging my ankle, but once in a while, he would tentatively caress my calf." I got the feeling that Menaka's breathing got a little heavier. "How long?" "The massage lasted about ten minutes. We were both silent throughout it. There was palpable tension between us. The third or fourth time he caressed my calf, I said, Dara, my calf isn't hurting, just my ankle. He looked embarrassed and apologized. And immediately got up, saying he was done. Things got a little awkward so to break the tension, I thanked him again." "Interesting." "He left, saying I should call his cellphone if I needed anything more and gave me the number. The massage did make me feel better. The leg wasn't hurting as much. But I wasn't able to put any weight on it either. With the help of the crutch, I went to the medicine cabinet, popped a couple of painkillers and decided to take a nap." "Hmmm..." "I was woken up a couple of hours later by the doorbell. Using the crutch, I hobbled over and opened it. It was Dara with a plastic bag full of food. He said he guessed I wouldn't be able to cook, so he went and got me lunch from the nearby restaurant. I thanked him again and asked him to put it on the dining table. He took a plate sitting there and started spooning out the food. I felt obligated to him so I asked him to serve himself too." "Lunch date!" I chuckled. "Shut up!" Menaka blushed. "Anyway, I don't need to bore you with all the mundane details. Long story short, he helped me out a lot over the next couple of days until I was able to start walking again. Brought me food and other supplies. Picked up and dropped off Ayan to his school bus. Took him to the playground." "And more massages?" "Yes." she blushed. "Twice a day. It really helped a lot. I didn't even need to see a doctor." "Good." I said. Menaka was silent. From her expression, I could see that she had more to tell me, but was feeling shy. So I kept quiet too. After a couple of minutes of silence, I finally asked, "There's something more, isn't there?" She nodded, her face red. "Go on." I prodded her. "It's...embarrassing. And I think you'll get angry at me." "I promise I won't." I said, but my mind was flooded with possibilities of all kinds of things that had happened between them. "Okay...the last time he gave me a massage, I had taken some strong painkillers. I was sitting on the couch as usual and he was massaging me. The warmth of his touch felt very soothing, and before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep, probably because of the painkillers. I don't know how long it was after that, but I stirred awake with the feel of something brushing my face. It took me a few seconds to realize it was Dara's thin mustache." "WHAT?????" I sat bolt upright. "He had one knee on the couch next to me and was leaning over, gently kissing my cheeks. I half opened my eyes. When he realized I was awake, he froze. I looked into his eyes. Part of me was screaming to yell at him and push him away. But honestly Prakash, I was just so caught up in the moment. Relishing any kind of intimacy. I said nothing, just kept looking into his eyes. When I didn't stop him, he resumed kissing my face all over, brushing my lips a couple of times. I closed my eyes and shuddered as the touch of his lips and facial hair sent goosebumps all over my body." I listened, aghast that our building watchman had made a move on my wife and she hadn't resisted. "Then he moved his hand to my breasts, and when he touched them over the sari and the blouse, I felt a jolt of passion and guilt. But guilt was stronger. I pushed him away, and said, "DARA! What are you doing?" He took a couple of steps back and said nothing. Just stared at the floor. "I think you should go." I forcefully said, my face red with anger. He nodded, gathered his stuff, and walked out." I sat in my chair halfway across the world, trying to come to terms with what I had just been told. Menaka looked wracked with guilt. I had promised not to get angry. And I had always maintained I was not a hypocrite. The only thing I could say was, "So what happened next?" "Nothing." Menaka shrugged. "He didn't come back after that. My leg got a lot better. Whenever I went in or out of the building, we avoided each other." I was silent. "Are you angry, Prakash? You look angry." "I am not angry. I am just...I don't know. A watchman????" I finally identified what I was having an issue with. "I am sorry. It's not like I planned it." We were both quiet for a while as I gathered my thoughts. Finally my sensible side overpowered my irrational side, and I started speaking. "Menaka, as I have said, given what I am up to, I have no right to get upset at you for what is child's play by comparison. I am just struggling to come to terms with it. You were right earlier when we spoke after that guy hit on you at the party. It is one thing to agree in theory and another to actually hear something like this play out. But that's my problem, not yours. What I have said all these years still applies. You have done nothing wrong, and my troubles dealing with it shouldn't make you feel guilty." "Thank you, Prakash." she blew a kiss at the camera, looking relieved. "Anyway, I have to get back to work. We'll talk about this later." I said. "Okay, I love you." "I love you too." ---- I had difficulty concentrating on my work that day. I just kept thinking about that old wiry watchman and my wife making out. And my mind constructed visual scenarios of what more could happen if things were allowed to progress. I found myself torn between resentment and arousal. When I had theoretically given my blessing to Menaka to sleep with someone else, I had always assumed it would be someone like that guy Dinesh, from a socio-economic background as ours. To hear her exploring something like that with a lowly watchman went against my deep-rooted class-ist prejudice. At the same time, I recognized that it was a prejudice. And was also oddly titillated by the idea of someone from the working class putting the moves on my wife. The mental image of that watchman with my pristine high class wife was so depraved, it was actually sexy. But there was still some jealousy. The next time I spoke to Menaka about it, I had sorted out my conflicted feelings a lot better. I am sure she was conflicted too. "Menaka, I get that your body is in its sexual prime. And after years of having my permission to do so, you feel like acting on your urges when I am away for months." She nodded. I continued. "You have my blessings if you want to take this any further. I just want you to be careful." "I don't know if I want to actually take it any further." Menaka said. "Why?" "I am worried how it will affect things between us. You mean the world to me. You are my life. If you were around all the time, I wouldn't even have these urges." "Don't worry about me." Menaka nodded. "So have you run into him again since we last spoke?" "Actually, yes. Yesterday we were in the lift together for a while when I came home after picking up Ayan. There was clear tension and awkwardness between us. Ayan kept babbling with him, and he spoke to Ayan too, but we didn't even make eye contact." "If he makes a move on you again...would you like it?" She shrugged. "How far would you like it to go?" "Not very far." she said thoughtfully. "I like the physical contact and the basic intimacy but I don't think I want to actually sleep with him." "Then there are ways to engineer such a situation." "How?" I thought about it. Then I told Menaka my idea. She found it plausible and said she would put it into action in the next couple of days. My ship left Panama and we headed out into the Pacific. For a while, the satellite connection was choppy again. We weren't able to skype. But Occasionally there would be enough of a connection to update our email inboxes. The next update came in the form of an email. --- Dearest Prakash I finally mustered up the courage to try out your idea today. After dropping Ayan off at the school bus, I stopped by the gate where Dara was sitting. He looked away as I approached. I went up to him and asked him if he had some free time to help me move some furniture. He looked at me with a confused expression, but then said yes, he would come over in a while after Banke returned. I was so tense for the next half an hour. I didn't know whether he would come and if he did, what he would do. Finally the doorbell rang. I went and opened it. Dara walked in with a serious expression on his face. "What furniture do you need moved?" he asked. That's when I realized that I hadn't even thought the ruse through. I looked around and said, "Ummm...let's see." That's when he probably realized that it was a ruse. He took two steps forward, put his left arm around my waist, his right hand on the back of my head and pulled me into an embrace. I was a little taken aback by how fast he moved, so my body went stiff. He went still, wondering if he had misread my signals. But then I relaxed my body. He started kissing me on my cheeks, while rubbing my bare lower back. I felt bolts of pleasure surge through my body at his rough manly touch and the odor of his sweat. After a few seconds, I started kissing him back on his stubbled cheeks. He pushed me towards the couch and sat me down on it, continuing to kiss me all over my face. Then he finally put his lips on top of mine and started kissing me. My lips, hungry for any sort of contact, shivered in delight as they rubbed against his thin Nepali lips. His right hand started wandering towards my breasts, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I put my hand on his hand and moved it to my shoulder. He respected my wishes and didn't try fondling any private parts. After kissing for a few minutes, we both had gotten very breathless. I had kept my eyes tightly shut the whole time. I finally opened them and looked into his eyes. He broke the kiss and had a triumphant look on his face. He smiled and then started kissing me again. I moved my hand to his firm lean shoulder. His body, his demeanor, his technique, his smell, were so very different from you. I started getting aroused at the wrongness of the situation. Finally an alarm bell went off inside my head saying I shouldn't move too fast. So I broke the kiss and leaned away. Dara looked at me with a smile on his face. Then he slid down to the floor. He took my sandals off gently one at a time. And then he raised my foot and started sucking on my big toe. I don't know why, Prakash, but it felt so good. For the next ten minutes, he lovingly licked all my toes, massaging my calves. I had to exercise a lot of self-control to not jump him then and there. Then his phone rang. It was Banke who said he needed his help with something. Reluctantly, Dara got up, kissed me on the lips, and left without saying a word. He came back an hour later and we spent fifteen more minutes on the couch making out like teenagers. Again, he tried to grope my breasts, and again I pushed his hand away. "Okay, you should go or people will get suspicious." I finally said. "As you say, memsaab." I closed the door behind him and plonked myself on the couch, feeling satisfied with the physical contact. I hope you are not upset. I love you Menaka xoxo I read the email four times, feeling increasingly horny. I tried to picture the short little Nepali making out with my wife in my own living room on my own couch. It was a deliciously depraved thing that I had set in motion. ------ The next couple of days, we were in the dark zone again. When i finally reached an area with some connectivity, I was disappointed to see no new emails from Menaka. I logged on to Skype and pinged her but there was no response. It was the middle of the night in India and she was probably asleep. My mind kept constructing scenarios of different varieties about what had happened since. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 02 It was another week before I actually got to speak to Menaka. This time it was on the phone. "What's happening with the Dara situation?" I eagerly asked. "Is that all you care about? No questions about your son?" Menaka giggled. "Come on! Don't play with me!" "Okay okay. What do you want to know?" "What has happened since you sent that email? Have you slept with him yet?" "NO!!" Menaka emphatically said. "You have such a dirty mind!" "Then?" "Actually, things have cooled down a bit." "What do you mean?" "He was getting too demanding. After what I wrote to you in the email, he sneaked up whenever he could and we would make out. But his hands started wandering a lot more frequently. Once when I moved his hands away from my breasts, he angrily put them back. And then we had a bit of an argument." "An argument?" "Yes, he sounded very cross and said he wasn't a teenager to be happy with just kissing and hugging. He was a virile red blooded man who needed more. I argued back saying I was a married woman already giving him a lot of liberties and he should stay in his place and not get too cocky. He got upset and stormed out." "Wow! Did he come crawling back?" "Actually...I did something stupid. I should have let him cave and come crawling back. But I have gotten so addicted to his touch that I caved. I called him on his cellphone two days later and asked him to come see me." "So?" "..." "Well?" "I feel embarrassed even saying this. He knew from my caving in that I had tacitly agreed to his demands. So when he started fondling my breasts, well...sorry...but I let him." "I guess you really like his kissing, huh?" "It's okay. I mean he's not a great kisser like you. He has thin lips, he slobbers a lot, his tongue is always poking around in a jerky motion. It's just the physical intimacy I crave, not the actual kissing. Feeling his warm skin against mine." "So he went to town on your tits?" "Prakash, that sounds so vulgar! But yes, he fondled my breasts over my blouse vigorously, commenting on how big and soft they were. He even took my pallu off for better access." "And you let him?" "It seemed practical. He then started kissing my neck as he fondled my breasts. And I found myself getting even more aroused. My breathing was heavy, my pulse had quickened and I...I actually felt myself getting moist down there." "So he fucked you?" "NOOOOOOOO!!" she cried out again. "You are obsessed with using vulgarity!" "Then?" "He started unhooking my blouse. And I wanted to stop him but his lips and mustache felt so nice on my neck, I didn't have the will power to do it. Plus his aggressive fondling of my breasts was also having an effect." "Did he get to see your nipples?" "Yes." I could hear the shame in her voice. "After he opened my blouse, he pulled my breasts out of my bra. And then started flicking the nipples with his fingers while continuing to slobber on my neck. After five minutes of that, my internal alarm went off, and I stopped him. And happy with the progress he had made, he stopped." "You call this cooling down?" I laughed and asked. "I'm coming to that part." she clicked her tongue and said. "Basically I made a mistake by giving in to his demands. After a couple more sessions of playing with my breasts, his hands started wandering under my waist. And I stopped him. And then we had our second argument. This was two days ago. And the impasse continues." "Hmmmm...still...you've gotten topless with another man. That's a big step." "Excuse me! I haven't gotten topless. I always keep my blouse and bra on. They are just...opened and moved to the side." "Haha, big difference." "Anyway, so that's how things stand." We were both quiet for a few seconds. "How often do you masturbate?" I asked Menaka. "Prakash!!" she said loudly. "Come on, don't tell me all this is just for making out. I am sure you are pleasuring yourself a lot after every encounter." "Okay fine...about four five times a day. Every time after he leaves." "Do you just play with your clit or do you also finger fuck yourself?" "Shut up! That is too much detail! Even to give my husband." I let it go. I asked another question which had been on my mind. "During your sessions together...does he get hard?" "Hehe, yes." "And you can feel it?" "Yes, grinding against my thighs or my hips." "Is it big?" "I don't know. He's never taken it out." "Are you curious?" "No!" she replied a little too quickly. "Come on!" "Okay, a little. But I don't even want to go there. I think kissing and above the waist is fine for now." "Do you fondle his torso?" "The last couple of times, yes. I opened his shirt and ran my hands over his lean muscular chest. He has really nice pecs." "So what is the next step you have in mind?" "For now, this is as far as I am willing to go. I have let this guy maul my breasts to his heart's satisfaction. I think he should be grateful rather than demanding." "Fair enough, but you know what any man wants." "Yeah, that I am saving for you when you return." she said and kissed the phone. "Okay, good luck with the impasse. I hope he caves." And then we got down to talking about the other mundane stuff. ---- "Oh yes, just like that. Yes...faster...ohhhh yeahhhh!" Bella, a young Hawaiian I usually hooked up with whenever we stopped in Honolulu, was a very vocal lover. Her calves were on my shoulder as I plowed her cunt hard. We had been fucking almost half an hour, and this was the third time that day. "YESSSSSSSSSSS!!" she hollered her way through another intense orgasm. Once she stopped writhing, I took my erect dick out and slipped off the condom. "Aren't you going to finish?" she asked, running her fingers through her hair. I looked at the petite beauty, covered in sweat, sprawled on the hotel bed. "I have an appointment. Over Skype." I said. I slipped on my underwear and waited for my erection to subside. Bella looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. "What's with you today, Prakash? You seem like you are somewhere else mentally. You've had your eyes closed whenever we fucked, and you just...I don't know...you seem different." "Just work stuff." I shrugged. How could I tell her that I had been obsessing over what was happening with Menaka and Dara. That every waking moment, even when I was having sex with someone as beautiful as Bella, my mind couldn't stop mulling over the incidents that had already taken place and the possibilities of what could happen next. I was conflicted. Bella took the hint, got dressed and left. And I finally logged on to Skype and waited for Menaka to appear. It had been three days since we last spoke. I stared at the Skype screen for ten minutes before Menaka finally logged, later than our pre-decided time. I dialed her immediately. "Hey honey!" I said as her face swam into view. "Hi." She looked a little despondent. "So did he cave?" "Not exactly. It's...it's gotten a little complicated." "How so?" "Well, he didn't quite cave. Whenever we passed each other we would just give each other intense looks of indifference. He didn't approach me, I didn't approach him. But I guess he did decide to do something about it. Two days ago when I was returning after picking up Ayan from the school bus, I saw that Dara was standing by his shacking talking to Vimla." "Vimla? The same one who..." "Yes, the same maid he had been doing it with that first night. They were smiling a lot, she was giggling, and I could see that there was some sort of flirtation happening. As I walked inside the gate, Dara looked at me and gave me a sneering meaningful smile, as if to say, if you won't cooperate, I have other options. He then looked away and started talking to Vimla again. I took Ayan into the elevator and took him upstairs.I started heating milk to give him and turned the TV on for him to watch. Once I had done that, I casually strolled out to the balcony that looks over the entrance, and saw that Dara and Vimla were still talking. Dara cast a glance at me before looking away, so he knew that I was in the balcony checking on them." "He was trying to make you jealous." I interjected. "I guess." "And was it working?" Menaka was silent for a while before answering. "Kind of. I know I had no right to feel possessive or jealous about him talking to her. In fact what they had together has been going on from before I started...experimenting with him. But still, it bothered me. I had expected him to come crawling back. And here he was with this other woman." "Aren't you the other woman if she has been hooking up with him from before?" "Shut up!" Menaka pouted. "Anyway, I gave Ayan his milk and a sandwich. And then went out to the balcony again. There I saw Vimla walking away from Dara. She then turned around and held up one palm showing five fingers. Dara nodded. She entered the building. Once she left, Dara looked up at me and waved. He had the bunch of buildings keys in his hand. I just turned around and walked away. I went back inside, watched TV with Ayan. It was getting to be time for his nap, so I put him down for it after about fifteen minutes. And then went to the balcony again." "Okay." I was very curious to hear where this was going. "In the balcony, I saw Dara wasn't around. Banke was sitting at the watchman's chair. I looked around the building compound but didn't see Dara anywhere. Nor Vimla. So i got a little suspicious." "They were doing it on the roof!!" I exclaimed. "Shhh! Let me tell it my way." Menaka snapped. "Yes, I thought the same thing. So I started walking up the stairs to the roof. Sure enough, the door was ajar. I walked in but couldn't hear anything. So I walked across the roof towards the water tank behind which I had seen them last time. As I approached it, I started hearing some muffled slurping noises. When I finally turned the corner, there I saw it." "What did you see?" "In broad daylight, Dara was leaning against the wall. And Vimla was in front of him, squatting, with his organ in her mouth. Her salwar was bunched up around her ankles." "Wow! What did you do?" "I...honestly...I felt a surge of anger. I angrily yelled...WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? Vimla let out a high pitched cry as she noticed my presence. She looked at me and Dara in panic. Then she pulled up her salwar, and ran past me, looking terrified. I watched her sprint across the roof to the door and run out." "Did Dara follow her?" "No he just stood there, his penis sticking out straight. His pants were around his ankle but his shirt was still on. I couldn't help cast a glance at his penis before looking up at his face and..." "How was it?" "What do you mean?" "Big? Small? Thick? Thin?" "It was okay." Menaka evasively answered. "Bigger than mine?" I asked. I was about 6 inches, and had never gotten any complaints. "Not as long but thicker. But forget about that. Dara had a very annoyed expression on his face. He made no effort to pull up his pants. Just stood there glaring at me. I glared back. Finally he said, "what's your problem memsaab? You said no so I left you alone. Now you are spoiling it for me even if some other woman is willing?" I replied, "Dara, it is not appropriate to do such things in broad daylight on the roof." He said, "You're one to give lectures about appropriate, considering what we have done." He finally pulled up his pants and started taking steps towards me." "Did he put his dick away?" "No. It was still peeking out of his zip." "Temptation!" I snickered. Menaka ignored my wisecrack and continued. "He then said to me, "You are just jealous, memsaab." I laughed and said, "What nonsense? Don't be so full of yourself." although internally, I felt he had a point. He stood barely a foot away from me, his erect penis hanging between us. I couldn't help but cast another look at it. It was the first penis I had seen since yours after we got married. My natural instincts made me curious. Dara noticed that I was looking at it, He said, "Why don't you help me out, memsaab? You are very cagey about anything below your waist, but I am not shy." I looked into his eyes and snapped, "Shut up!" That's when he aggressively pushed me against the water tank." "What????? He attacked you?" "No, not really attack. No different from the slightly aggressive behavior he used to show before. He pushed me back and started kissing my neck." "With his dick out?" "Yes." "Did you push him off?" "Honestly, I only made half an attempt. I had been craving some male contact, so his warm body and his lips felt nice after the break of all those days. But I was still mindful of his wet erect penis rubbing against my thighs. He then started kissing me on the lips. And whispered, "you can touch it if you want"" "Whoa! And you did?" "Yes." she blushed deep red as she said. "You gave him a blowjob?" I asked, a little resentful. Menaka didn't give me blowjobs these days. At all. She had obediently done so when I asked in the early days of our marriage. but it was obvious she didn't enjoy it so I never pressed her much. I was getting enough blowjobs from the other girls anyway. And she didn't offer. "Don't be crazy!" Menaka said. "I just...touched it and felt it a little." "Just for a second or so?" "Yes." she quickly said, then thoughtfully added. "No...for a few minutes. As we kissed, he told me to wrap my fingers around it. And I did. And I moved my hand back and forth. It felt so wet and slimy from Vimla's spit. It was pretty thick. I had a tough time getting my fingers even halfway around it." "So you gave him a handjob?" "Not fully." "As in?" "Well...this is where it gets embarrassingly complicated. We were hugging and kissing, with my hand wrapped around his organ for a few minutes when we both heard the door open and shut. We both instantly separated from each other. I wiped my hand on the sari and he started putting his organ back in his pants." "Shit, who was it? One of our neighbors?" "Worse. It was Banke, the other watchman." "Uh oh!" "By the time he got to us, Dara had zipped up his pants but his erection was still obvious. Banke walked around the water tank saying, "Dara, Vimla just told me that you..." and then he stopped mid-sentence with a stunned look on his face as he saw me." "You think he guessed that you and Dara were making out?" "For sure. because he looked very embarrassed himself. I saw him cast a look at my slightly disheveled pallu, and then I saw him furrow his brow and look at my thigh. I followed his gaze and realize that there was a dark stain of liquid on my light blue sari where Dara's organ had rubbed against it. I don't think it took him a long time to put two and two together." "So what happened next?" "Ironically, I found myself running out of the roof much like Vimla had." "HAHAHAHAHA." "Don't laugh! This is serious!" "Okay okay, sorry." So my wife had taken another big step. Handled our watchman's dick on the roof in broad daylight while being kissed and felt up by him. And then gotten caught in the act by the other watchman. ---- "So what happened next?" I asked. "I rushed down to our flat. Ayan was still sleeping. I washed my hands and changed out of that stained sari. That's when the bell rang. I went to open it and it was Dara with Banke behind him. I only opened the door half a foot and asked Dara what he wanted. He was smirking and saying shouldn't we finish what we started. I just slammed the door shut. I was really shaken up by what had happened." "Understandable." "Next day when I was taking Ayan to the school bus, both Dara and Banke were standing by the gate. Dara had a smug expression on his face and Banke was suppressing a smile. I assumed that Dara had told him everything that had happened between us. And maybe that maid Vimla too. With these many people knowing, you know how the rumor mills work. I was worried that my reputation would be destroyed forever." "Was? So you aren't anymore?" I was feeling conflicted. On one hand, the scene she described seemed intensely kinky to me. On the other hand, it was okay to do such things in secret behind closed doors, but if news of this spread, really, it could create a lot of problems. "I still am a little bit. But later Dara came to our place and assured me that Banke had promised to keep his mouth shut. And that he hadn't told the maid anything. I was still very tense and worried. So when he hugged me and took me in his embrace, it felt reassuring. I sat with him on the couch as he kissed me, caressed me, and tried to calm me down." "Let me guess. he tried to push the boundaries even more." "How did you know?" "Hehe, not to brag, but I have seduced enough women to know that the moment they are feeling vulnerable and tense is when they crave physical comfort the most." "Well, I am not as promiscuous as you." Menaka shot back. "Okay okay. So what happened next?" "I was wearing a salwar kurta. As we kissed and made out, he slipped my kurta off and I let him. A few minutes later, he took my bra off. And I was completely topless in his arms for the first time. he bit and pinched my boobs so much that they had marks all over them." "Really? Show me!" Menaka lowered her pallu and opened her blouse. Sure enough, there were a dozen or so hickeys all over her big boobs. The watchman had really extracted full pleasure out of them. I pictured the scene of her topless in the wiry old man's arms, getting her boobs attacked. She started closing the blouse but I begged her to keep it open. "Some random dude is getting to leave marks on them. Can't your husband just look at them over a webcam?" "Fine. But it feels weird." Menaka complained. "So is there more?" "Yes." she sighed. "After a while, he moved his hand quickly and opened the knot on my salwar. That was too much. I pushed his hand away. He complained, saying why was I being so coy. I told him that he needed to respect my pace. We argued back and forth, his hand on the waist of my salwar and my hand on top of his hand. Finally he offered a compromise. That I should use my hands to "finish what I had started yesterday"." "You mean give him a handjob?" "Yeah." she blushed. "And did you?" Her silent blushing face gave the answer. I stared at my wife, sitting there blushing with her boobs covered with hickeys. How much she had changed in just a few weeks from the demure uptight housewife she used to be. She started speaking again. "He took out his dick..." I noticed that she used that word for the first time, "...it was hard and leaking a little. I wrapped my fingers around it and started pumping my fist up and down while he stuck to our agreement and focused on kissing me and playing with my boobs. After a while my right hand got tired so I switched to my left hand. Ten or so minutes later, he said he was very close. he moved my hand away and started jacking it off himself." "Wait...where did he cum? On our couch? On the floor?" "No." she coyly answered. "On my boobs." "Wow! And you let him?" "It's not like I wanted it. I expected he'd spurt on the floor. But at the last minute he aimed it at my chest and..." she was too bashful to complete the sentence. So my wife's boobs had been covered not just in hickeys but also our watchman's semen! My dick was rock hard on learning of this. "I wasn't happy. I yelled at him as I instinctively rubbed at the sticky gooey stuff with my hands. He was just smiling. I warned him never to do it again and got up to clean myself up in the bathroom when...oh god...this is so embarrassing." "What?" "I forgot that Dara had untied the knot on my salwar and that I had never tied it back up. So as soon as I got up, the loose salwar gave in to gravity and fell in a bunch around my ankles. And I found myself standing there in just my panties, with my butt right in front of his face." Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 02 "FUCK! Did he..." "Don't interrupt. And no, nothing...extreme happened as such. He cackled happily and put his hands on my hips over my panties instantly. I told him to let me go and bent down to lift up the salwar. This made my butt thrust even closer to him. Just as I was lifting the salwar, he moved one hand quickly to the back of my panties and pulled them down. He...he got to see my naked butt." "And?" "I finally stepped away, shook him off, pulled up my panties and salwar and ran to the bathroom. But it was very embarrassing. This guy had now seen most of my body naked." I detected a hint of arousal mixed with the outrage that Menaka was portraying. I suspected she liked what had happened and was enjoying telling me about it. ----- I stared at the screen as Menaka sat there, her hickey-marked boobs exposed and heaving. "You're turned on just telling me about all this, aren't you?" She nodded. "Makes me wonder how turned on you were in the actual situation." "Not this much." She shook her head. "Yeah, right!" "Seriously! When it is happening, sure there is the pleasure that comes with the physical intimacy. But there is also the guilt and shame at what is happening. Not to mention dealing with Dara's demanding nature. When we started off, he was a lot more gentle and respectful. As the days have gone by, he has become more and more presumptuous and cocky. Although..." "Yeah?" "If I am being perfectly honest, I find a certain kinky appeal in being treated like a common plaything by a lowly watchman. Something I don't think I would enjoy if I was with someone like that guy Dinesh who hit on me at the party." "You know what, Menaka? Funny you should mention that. I am feeling something similar." "What do you mean?" I paused for a few moments to gather my thoughts. "When this thing started, the point you made...that I was okay with you fooling around in theory but in reality I'd have trouble dealing with it. That was true. But it wasn't just that you were with some other guy. I was bothered by the fact that you were doing all this with a minimum wage random watchman rather than someone from our class. Maybe it's the traditional Indian prejudice towards lower classes. But as time went by, that idea has actually started turning me on too." "What? You find sexual pleasure in what I am doing?" she asked, surprised. "I don't know if it is sexual pleasure per se. I just...get thrilled and turned on at the taboo element. Just today, I was with a woman. And the entire time I have fucking her, I was only picturing you and Dara." Menaka made a weird face and said, "That's...strange. So unlike me who has sort of reluctantly made peace with the fact that you sleep with other women...your sentiments are not of reluctance but of enthusiasm?" "Initially, they were of theoretical indifference. Now, as I have learned more and more about what has happened, I have gotten really into it." Menaka stared at me and finally said, "I am not sure if I am creeped out by that or thankful." "Me neither." We were both silent for a while. "So considering how far things have come, what are the next steps you have in mind?" I finally asked. "What do you mean?" "I mean the guy is going to obviously keep pushing your limits. How far are you willing to go? Suck his dick? Actually have sex with him?" For the first time, Menaka didn't cringe or blush at such suggestions but looked pensive. "I don't know. Honestly, I feel horny enough to do that. But I also have a sense of morality and propriety. And practicality. Plus, I am a wife and a mother. It's not an easy decision." "Hmm...let me put it this way. let's say you were single, had no kids, and had been in the same position. Would you have gone further?" She shrugged. "Maybe. I mean...until recently, I never thought of the sexual realm as something that could give me such intense pleasure." "Gee, thanks!" I sarcastically said. "No no no!" Menaka realized the implication of what she had said. "I am not saying sex with you isn't great. it's amazing. I love it. It's just that...my horizons have changed and I didn't even know these horizons existed. I grew up in a family and a social setting that always suppresses female sexuality." "True." "So in an ideal world with no consequences, who knows how far I would go and how fast. But I do live in a world with consequences." "Hmmm." "So to answer your question, I don't know. I really don't know. As of now, I am convinced that I don't want to cross any further limits. But then I was also convinced earlier that I didn't want to cross those previous limits." "Que sera sera." "Exactly." "I only ask that you be cautious." "Of course." she said. "Anyway, I should get to bed." "Wait, before you go." I stopped her. "We'll be leaving Honolulu tomorrow. No reliable Skype level connection till Philippines. Plus I have a lot of double shifts lined up in this stretch. That's going to be almost a week. But we will get occasional coverage to update our emails." "Okay." "So promise me this. You will send me an email every day in detail, describing everything that happened. Like the last one you wrote." "Okay, I promise." "I love you." "I love you too". Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 03 The events spanning the next week or so are best described by just copy-pasting Menaka's emails here. I will leave out the mundane parts related to our family and other stuff. ***** Email 1 Dearest Prakash I know you must be curious to hear what happened next with Dara. As you wanted, I have decided to describe everything in as much detail as I can. Today after I was returning from dropping Ayan off at the school bus, Dara just tagged along with me. I felt very uncomfortable at the idea of riding the lift back with him to our apartment. What if some of the neighbors saw? I said this to Dara but he ignored it. His cockiness is getting out of hand. Luckily, no one saw us in the lift and even on our floor, none of the other apartment doors were open. When we entered the apartment, Dara immediately lunged at me and grabbed me in an embrace. I was wearing a sari. I squirmed and fought him off saying he should at least give me some time to finish up chores in the kitchen. He kissed me on the cheek, squeezed my boobs, and let me go. As I went to the kitchen, he strode to the couch, picked up the remote and turned the TV on. He sat there watching TV masterfully as if he owned the place while I cleaned up after breakfast in the kitchen. A few minutes later, he came into the kitchen and watched me work. "Yesterday was amazing." he said. "That glimpse of your perfect ass was so intoxicating that I fucked Vimla three times on the roof last night." I said nothing, just kept wiping the counter. "I know you are jealous of her but..." "I am NOT jealous." I interrupted him. "You are right to be jealous." he ignored me and continued. "You are such a pristine beauty with the perfect body. She is lumpy and a little ugly. And there are pimples on her ass. It's not smooth, creamy, and round like yours." I felt my ears burn at how brazenly and shamelessly he was discussing my body as if it were a piece of meat. "But Vimla gives me access to her cunt, and that's what matters." he stepped close to me and put his arm around my waist. "If you change your mind about that, I promise I will be faithful to you and only you." "You're out of your mind." I pushed his arm away and started washing my hands. He pulled me against him and then pushed me towards the wall. "Memsaab, why are you being so coy?" He then planted his thin lips on mine and kissed me hard. To be honest, I had been craving his touch too so as long as the physical action started, my resentment at his cockiness melted away. In fact, like I said yesterday, it might even have played a role in my arousal. His hands moved fast, pulling down my pallu and unhooking my blouse in the back. He also deftly unhooked the bra and before I knew it, in a matter of seconds, he'd gotten me topless. He put one hand on my left breast and squeezed it really hard. "Owww! Not so hard!" I broke the kiss and complained. He adjusted the strength of his squeezing and mauled my boobs. And soon I noticed that the bulge in his pants rubbing against my thigh was growing. I blushed with shame and a bit of arousal as I remembered how I had jacked him off and how he had cum on my boobs. I remembered how different it looked from yours. How thick it was. I didn't even realize when my hand found its way to his pants and unzipped them. "Good girl!" Dara patted my cheek, happy that I was taking an initiative. "Don't get any ideas." I said, but I wasn't sure what that even meant when I had fished out his dick like a street whore. He then turned me around so I was facing away from him and put both his hands on my naked tits. He moved his hips a little to the side so his erect dick was rubbing against my right hip. I reached back and started jacking it off. For a few moments, we were in a state of mutually provided physical bliss. I loved his he kissed my neck, occasionally pecking at my cheeks and lips. His fingers were skillfully flicking my nipples and pinching them, making them really erect. he also ran his nails all over my bare flat stomach which also for some reason gave me goosebumps. All this while, I was jacking him off. He would occasionally give me instructions like, "Looser grip...now play with the balls...now a little faster..." Dara was running both his hands all over my chest and stomach. I was almost in a trance, and doing this, especially in the kitchen, was making me feel very kinky. I could feel a definite wetness down there. And just as I was thinking about that, Dara slid one hand down inside the sari and took out the tucked portion. "What are you doing????" I protested, letting go of his dick as his the loosened. "Just the sari memsaab...I promise...I'll keep the petticoat on." I tried to reach for the folds and tuck them back in, but it was too late because Dara was deftly unraveling the sari layer by layer. "Promise?" I breathlessly asked. "Promise!" he said. And I got back to jacking his dick off as the sari came off completely and fell down. I was now in our kitchen, topless, with only a petticoat and panties on, getting felt up by our gurkha watchman as I jacked off his dick. Can you imagine that, Prakash? Does it turn you on? Once my sari was off, he also tried a couple of times to feel up my crotch but I kept moving his hand back up. But I will tell you, his touch, even over two layers of clothing, felt really good on my pussy mound. "Ummmhhhh...I am very close..." Dara moaned after a couple of minutes as I had been jacking him off really fast. He tried to take my hand off his dick like the last time. But this time I didn't let go. I didn't want a repeat of the last time. I kept pumping his dick until it was about to spurt and then aimed it at the floor. He shot several gobs of semen all over our kitchen floor, and some drops even fell on my sari even though I had tried to aim away from it. After Dara finished cumming, he let go of me. I stepped forward and started picking up my bra and blouse. "Please...just...stay like that for a while." He asked so sweetly and politely that I agreed. I gathered my clothes in a bunch and put them on the counter. Then I got a rag, got on my hands and knees and started cleaning his cum from the floor. It looked...somehow denser than yours. As I cleaned, my boobs hung and swayed, and Dara commented on how good they looked. He also spanked my ass once, but after a stern look from me, didn't try it again. "Memsaab, I love a woman in a sari, but isn't it a little inconvenient if we are going to do this often?" "What do you mean?" "I mean...takes so much time to take off and then put on. Even salwar kurta is very inconvenient. Why don't you wear western clothes?" "I don't have too many western clothes." I replied. "Whatever you have. Just a suggestion." he said. Walking out of the kitchen, he added, "I will be back at noon when I have a little break. It will be good if you strip down to the way you are so we can save time." Again, I was struck by how cocky he was being. - After Dara left, I stripped naked and masturbated three times on our bed. I kept replaying everything we had done and the kinkiness of the situation. After bringing myself off all those times, I felt a little sleepy so I took a nap without putting my clothes back on. I was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. I looked at the clock and saw it was almost noon. I dragged myself off the bed, still feeling a little groggy. It was only after I walked out to the living room that I realized I was fully naked. A part of me was tempted to open the door like that, but it seemed too big of a step. I recalled Dara's instructions and for some reason felt resentful that he should be telling me what to wear and what not to wear. So I went to the kitchen, and put the whole sari back on before going to answer the door. When I finally opened the door, Dara pushed it roughly, closed it behind him and with a surly expression said, "What took you so long?" I was pissed with his tone of voice. So I replied, "I was sleeping. What do you want?" He smiled and put his arms around me. "You know what I want, memsaab. But will you give it to me?" "Don't be oversmart!" I shook his arms off. "Why are you fully dressed? I thought I told you to be topless and take of your sari." he tugged at my pallu, making me spin a little as a couple of layers of the sari came off. "Dara, stop it!" I yanked at the sari and wrapped it around me again. "You can say whatever you want. I am not going to obey you. Don't forget your place." "Fine." he shrugged and plonked himself on the couch. I glared at him, then went and sat next to him. He put his arm around and shoulder and gently pulled me towards him so I was leaning against his body. For the next few minutes, he kissed me on the neck and cheeks and got me a little worked up. So when he tried to take my pallu off this time, I didn't resist. Soon he had me topless and only in my petticoat. I expected him to take his dick out but he didn't. Instead turned 90 degrees facing me and started kissing me passionately on the lips. With practice, he was actually getting a lot better at it. His hands though, didn't maul my boobs as usual. He kept one hand behind my head holding me in the kiss and his other hand started slowly caressing my thigh. I shuddered as his touch, even through the petticoat fabric, mad me break out into goosebumps. Part of me wanted to stop him, but I reasoned that as long as he confined himself to the thighs, it was okay. We made out like that, him caressing my thighs while kissing me on the lips and stroking my neck. Soon I was breathing quite heavily. "Memsaab." he said between kisses. "Hmmm?" "Please let me take off your petticoat." I just shook my head, and that too tentatively, because honestly, I was now craving for his touch on my bare thighs. "Please." and then kissing again. I shook my head again, but even more tentatively. "I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to do." I said nothing and kept kissing him. I put one hand on his lean muscular shoulders and rubbed them. After a minute or so of making out, Dara moved his hand from my thigh slowly up to the waist and to the petticoat knot. I moved a hand and put it on top of his. We stared into each other's eyes, our breathing heavy and our faces slightly sweaty. After about twenty seconds of the staring contest, I took my hand away. He smiled and pulled at the string. I didn't protest. He put a fingers inside the waistband and loosened it. I found my hips rising by themselves to help him slip off the penultimate article of clothing covering my modesty. "Red undies. Nice." he tried to touch my pussy mound, but I said, "Not there." "Okay, okay." he said and resumed stroking my thigh, this time making direct contact with my skins. I felt a jolt surge through me at his touch. I realized that I was letting things go a lot farther than I would have ideally wanted. Suddenly he stopped kissing me, took his hand off my thighs, and sat back. I stared at him, breathing heavily. "Straddle me." he said, tugging at my arm. I don't know why, but I felt myself compelled to obey him. I got up and put my knees outside his thighs on the couch cushion facing him. Then I lowered myself into his lap, and we started kissing. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. I could feel his erection through his pants poking against the crotch of my panties. I shifted slightly to avoid that direct contact but it was still rubbing against my thighs. I moved a little more until my crotch was resting on his right thigh. I took my right leg and put it between his legs. In this position, the curve of his thigh fit perfectly again the junction of my thighs. very snug fit. And before I knew it...god this is so embarrassing...before I knew it, I started moving my hips up and down his thighs, more or less dry humping him. The friction that this motion caused with his thighs, even through the fabric of my panties and of his pants, was beginning to affect my clitoris. I started moaning with every stroke. Dara, for a change seemed taken aback. He was a passive participant and I was the one doing all the work, kissing him, rubbing his hair, and of course, dry humping his thigh. But he soon recovered his wits. "Memsaab, there are easier ways to do this." "Shut up!" I said in a voice so hoarse that I couldn't believe it was mine. I was rocking back and forth and sideways, the friction was feeling great against my clit. The pleasure wave was building up. And that's when Dara decided he had enough license to try something else. He calmly slipped one hand down the back of my panties and grabbed my right as cheek. I was too far along to be scandalized or stop him. Honestly, if he had had more, I probably wouldn't have stopped him. But he contented himself with fondling the naked skin of my ass while I dry humped his thigh. The feel of his rough fingers massaging my ass directly also had an additional effect on me. Within a minute, the orgasm hit. And I moaned my way through it, continuing to ride his thigh. It lasted for a good 15 seconds or so. And when it subsided, I just plonked my head on his shoulder and hugged him tight. "That was interesting." Dara said kissing me. "Don't think I've ever seen a woman do that before." "I've never done it either." I said, suddenly filled with shame that I had just orgasmed in front of this lowly watchman. "My turn." he said and unzipped his pants. His dick sprang out. And sitting on his right thigh, with my head on his shoulder and kissing him like a teenager, I jacked him off. He left to return to his job. I cleaned his cum off the floor again, making a mental note that next time I should have a napkin or a towel handy. So that's what happened today. He didn't return the rest of the day. I am a little freaked out, Prakash. What I spontaneously did...felt so cheap and trashy. I am contemplating just shutting this whole experiment down before I go too far. Love You Menaka --- I finished reading the email a third time and was wild with arousal. I had already jacked off twice to it already. The mental image of Menaka, clad in just her undies, masturbating using our watchman's knee and then jacking him off...mindblowing! I realized that I did not feel any jealousy anymore and was in fact rooting for Dara to go all the way with my wife soon. Considering the pace at which things were going, maybe it would happen the very next day. I wished there was a way I could see all this happening instead of just reading descriptions. I sent Menaka a short reply saying I loved everything she had written, that I loved her a lot, and was glad she was finding some spontaneous pleasure. I thought about adding that if she wanted to go all the way, she had my blessings, but then decided against it. I did not want her to do anything obligated by my desires. The next 36 hours or so crept by very slowly. I had a tough time focusing on my work and my mind kept going back to what was happening in Mumbai. Finally when we reached another coverage zone, I excitedly refreshed my inbox and was delighted to see an email from Menaka. It had arrived almost a day ago. Eagerly,I opened it and started reading. Email 2 --- Dearest Prakash Thank you so much for your understanding and enthusiastic email. It meant a lot. I thought you might be angry with me. Having your support makes it easy for me to deal with my guilt and shame. Guilt and shame are the theme of this email. After what I did, when my mind returned to normal, I was filled with an overwhelming sense of self-loathing. Typing it all outin an email for you only made that sense stronger. I kept tossing and turning all night, barely able to sleep. The next morning when I was dropping Ayan for his school bus, I kept praying that the watchmen wouldn't be there. But of course they were. Banke had a smile on his face as he stared at me. Dara was standing with his hands folded and a wide grin on his face. I tried to avoid eye contact. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dara raise his right knee and then slap his thigh a few times. At this, Banke burst out laughing. I felt my face go hot with consternation as I not only relived the shame of what I had done, but also felt new shame and anger at the fact that Dara had obviously told everything to Banke. Dara had assured me of Banke's discretion, but how could I trust him? I stopped at the corner of our lane with Ayan. The bus finally arrived. I led him onto the bus and it drove off. I turned around. I could see Dara standing outside the gate looking in my direction. I felt another pang of shame and guilt. And I took an impulsive decision. There was an empty rickshaw passing by. I hailed it and got in. "Where to, madam?" he asked. My mind was blank. I finally said, "Inorbit mall." Long story short, I did not find myself up to the task of facing Dara again at least today. I went to the mall, shopped around a little, browsed a few books, watched a movie, had lunch, doing everything on my own. I called up mom and talked to her. By the time it was late afternoon, I still didn't feel like going home. So I took a rickshaw to Ayan's school. Picked him up after his day ended, and took him to the park. Then to Juhu beach. Then showed him a cartoon movie. It was past 10 PM by the time we got home. Dara wasn't around. Banke was busy talking to someone at the other end of the compound. He didn't notice me as I quickly led Ayan to the lift. At home, I put a tired Ayan to bed. Now I am writing you this email and then I am going to sleep. Before you ask...what about tomorrow? I don't know. Spending a normal day has made me a feel a lot better already. I'll decide tomorrow what to do tomorrow Love you Menaka xoxo -- I could not help but feel a sense of anti-climax because of this email. I had expected something much more...explosive. But she had taken a day's break for her games. Not that I could blame her. Menaka was a shy demure small town middle class girl at heart. Even with me, exploring her sexuality had been a long slow journey. Just the strides she had made so far with Dara were huge. It was understandable if she wanted to slow things down a little and introspect. I was about to log off and go back to work when suddenly I saw an alert at the corner of the screen. Menaka had logged on to Skype! I checked my watch. It was around 1 AM in India. had she logged on hoping to find me? Our ship was moving pretty fast, so before we moved out of the coverage zone, I dialed Menaka. The Skype tone rang a couple of times before the call was declined. I thought it was a network problem. I tried again. Disconnected again. I was about to try a third time when Menaka sent a chat message. - He's here right now. Can't do video or voice. I was stunned! Granted that the email I had just read was sent a day ago. But still, going from that to having him in our apartment in the middle of the night within 24 hours? What had I missed? - WTF????? is all I could type. And then the prompt that Menaka was typing something seemed to last for an eternity as I waited for some clarification on exactly what was going on. -- Finally the message from Menaka popped up in its entirety - I was sleeping when the door bell rang repeatedly. I went to answer it and Dara was standing outside, covered in sweat. It's an unusually humid night here. He asked if he could take a bath at our house because the tap downstairs wasn't working. I was puzzled, asked why he needed to have a bath this late at night. He smiled and said it was because he had just spent an hour having sex with Vimla on the roof. And then as he stepped closer, I could smell the combination of sex juices on him. He smiled again and said he was feeling very sticky and could I please allow him to have a bath. I reluctantly let him in. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 03 - Wow, that is bizarre. Are you sure it wasn't just an excuse? - Maybe it was. But he really was reeking of sweat and sex. So I let him in. - Had you engaged in hanky panky earlier in the day? - No, I did the same thing as yesterday. Spent the day outside. When I came back in the evening, I saw Vimla talking with Dara so I should've guessed that they'd head to the roof eventually. - Is he next to you right now? - No, he is across the room, drying himself. Ummm...what? I asked the obvious question, - He is naked in our bedroom??????? - Yes. - Is he...making a move? - No, not yet. But he is looking at me and smiling. - Menaka, why don't you turn the video on? I'll just watch. Shut off the monitor so he doesn't know. There was no answer for a few minutes. Finally she typed, - Sorry, he just came and fondled me. I pushed him away saying not now. Now he is sitting on the bed naked. His dick is erect. I am feeling a little nervous at the situation. - Turn on video chat. - No way. I feel embarrassed. - Come on! Please! There was silence for a while. And then the video feed came on. - The first thing I saw was Menaka's arm stretched across the screen. I assumed she was turning the monitor off as I told her.She then sat back in the chair. She was wearing a salwar kurta from what I could see. Beyond her, I saw him. Our watchman, sitting on our bed, stark naked. His thick dick looked obscenely disproportionate compared to his wiry small body. "Are you done talking to your husband?" he asked. Menaka nodded. He got up and strode towards the screen. Standing next to Menaka's chair, with his dick swinging side by side, he put his hands on her shoulders and massaged them saying, "He is a stupid man, your husband, leaving such a hot wife alone for so long. Of course, it's good for me." Menaka's eyes were locked into the webcam so it was like she was looking directly in my eyes. I could see tension on her face and she was squirming at his touch. "Don't talk about my husband." she said angrily. "Okay sweetheart." Dara bent down and started kissing Menaka on the neck. She inhaled sharply and pushed him away. "Don't." "What?" he asked, confused. "It's been two days already." He took her hand and tried to wrap it around his dick. Menaka's fingers instinctively grasped it but then she blushed and let it go again. "Haven't you gotten your night's worth from Vimla already?" I heard a tinge of jealousy in her voice. Dara must have detected it too because he laughed and said, "Don't be jealous. You can have what she has." And he pushed his hips forward, slapping his erect thick dick against her cheeks. This made Menaka really angry and she got up. "GET OUT!" she yelled. "Come on, memsaab." he tried to mollify her. "See how keen this guy is for you." He wrapped his fingers around his dick. I saw Menaka looking at the cam and then lower at the dick. And the screen froze. "Goddammit!" I yelled, noticing that the connection had been lost. For the next few minutes, I waited for the internet to come back as the screen stayed frozen on the image of my wife, standing with her hands on her hips staring at the watchman's dick as he held it out towards her just a couple of feet away. And there was no way for me to see or know what happened next. At least not then. -- It was over twelve hours until I finally had access to some communication network. No internet still, but at least phone network. As soon as I could, I called Menaka. "Hi honey" I said. "Hi." she sounded glum. "Do you hate me?" "What do you mean?" "You saw what happened." "Actually, no, I didn't see too much." "What do you mean?" I told her the point at which the internet connection was lost. "Oh, that early?" she said, sounding a little pensive. "Yeah, so what happened?" She was silent for a couple of seconds before answering. "Nothing much. I told him to leave. He argued a little bit and then left." "Huh? Then why would I hate you?" "What?" "You asked me if I hate you." "Oh that...because you didn't get to see anything. I felt very shy doing anything with you watching." Her answer bothered me. I could tell she was hiding something. "So you just sent him away. Right away." "Yes." "So then why didn't you turn the monitor on and notice that I was disconnected." "I did. I noticed you were offline." she said, a little too emphatically. Her story didn't add up. But I didn't want to grill her too much, at least not over the phone. So far, as far as I knew, she had been completely honest with me. If she was being cagey, I was sure she had her reasons. I decided to let it go and wait for her to tell me the truth at her own pace and on her own terms. "Okay. So what next?" That's when I heard the door bell ring behind her. "Honey, I gotta go." Menaka said. "I'll email you later." And she hung up. I sat there with the phone clasped to my ears, convinced that things had progressed a lot and were probably able to progress a lot more. - I was in a lot of emotional turmoil for the next few hours until Menaka's email arrived and cleared a lot of things up. Email 3 - Dearest Prakash I want to start by apologizing to you. I know you know me well enough to have realized that when we spoke on the phone, I wasn't being entirely truthful. I promise you that I didn't lie because I wanted to deceive you. It's just that I couldn't get myself to say the truth while talking to you. I just felt too embarrassed. Somehow it is easier to do by email. I think that in the future, we should communicate anything related to Dara only by email. So now on to the truth. You already told me at what point your connection went down. I had yelled at Dara to get out while he stood in our bedroom naked, pointing his dick at me. The thing is, I was actually getting very turned on and tempted by seeing him stroll around the room naked in his cocky manner with his thick hard dick swinging all around me. Add to it the shame of the fact that you were watching. Which is why I asked him to leave. But my gaze was locked into his dick. As I stood with my hands on my hips, hoping he would leave, he came close to me and pushed his dick against my thigh. He grabbed my boobs over my kurta and squeezed them hard, making my already aroused body cry out for his touch that I had deprived myself of for 2 whole days. When he started taking my kurta off, alarm bells went inside my head, but I let him, deeply ashamed of the fact that you were probably watching. He then put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down in a squatting position. My body, thirsting for some male contact, obeyed. And soon his dick was an inch in front of my face, in its angry erect glory. This was the closest look I had ever had of the dick although I had given him handjobs before. My mouth instinctively opened up in an expression of surprise. And the crafty guy took that opportunity and shoved it forward straight inside my lips. I was taken aback by this sudden movement. I gagged and tried to move my head back. But he had cleverly put his hands on my head, stopping that from happening. Before I knew it, his dick was inside my mouth and touching the back of my throat. Obviously, I struggled. You know I am not a big fan of giving oral sex. But in that squatting position with his strong hands holding my head in place, I wasn't really able to do much. The clammy hardness of his thick dick started making its presence felt in my mouth, rubbing against my tongue, my lips, and the inside of my cheeks. I felt like gagging, but it was suppressed too. And soon he was having sex with my mouth as his public hair went into my nostrils with every stroke. "Oh wow, you have a sexy mouth, memsaab." Dara chuckled and kept going, as I struggled to maintain balance on my haunches. Slowly, the revulsion of fellatio wore off and my tongue and mouth actually got used to the intrusion. I am ashamed to say this but I started enjoying the kinkiness of being on my haunches in our bedroom sucking off the watchman. When he realized that I had stopped struggling, he let go of my head. And for a minute or so, I squatted on the floor, my hands on his thighs as he fucked my mouth. And then I suddenly remembered. You were watching all this. And were probably angry that I giving him a blowjob so happily when I don't do it for you. Obviously, I had no idea you were disconnected. "Wait a second." I said, taking his dick out of my mouth. I crawled over to the CPU and held the power button to turn the computer off. So in my mind, I thought you had seen this happen and then seen me turn the computer off. Which is why I asked you if you hate me. Once I learned you had seen nothing of it, I tried to change the story because I was feeling so shameful and guilty. That was wrong of me and I and sorry. Anyway, after I turned the computer off, I turned around to see he had followed me. He shoved his dick in my mouth again. - I was on my knees on the floor in front of the computer with his thick dick invading my mouth again. By now, I had gotten quite accustomed to having the organ in my mouth. And I was following his instructions. "Take it all the way in until it touches your throat. Keep your lips pressed hard. Then take it out again...yes like that, memsaab. Now roll your tongue over the tip. Hmmm...that's good." As I continued to blow him, he slipped off my bra leaving me topless. He then made me get up and took my salwar off leaving me in just my panties again. We moved to the bed where he sprawled out with his head on the pillow. And I was my his side on my elbows and knees, sucking his dick, feeling very trashy at doing so in our bed with our watchman, clad in just panties. Finally, about five minutes later, I felt his dick throb in that familiar way. Not wanting his semen in my mouth, I took it out and he spurted all over my tits again. This time, it felt normal. I was amazed that even after having sex with Vimla he had produced so much semen. Globs of it stuck to my boobs, polled in my cleavage and leaked down to the bed. Dara sat up, took me in his embrace and kissed me. I was sitting on my ass with my knees up and folded. As we kissed, I felt his hand move to my crotch. His two fingers gently rubbed against my clit over the fabric. And I shuddered. "Dara, no!" I broke the kiss and said, putting my hand on his hand. "Please memsaab." he said. "Give me a chance to pleasure you and return the favor." "It feels wrong." "I won't take it off." he said, rubbing his fingers over that special spot again. I squirmed as I wrestled with the decision. I was wet and I was turned on beyond belief. I needed the release. But I was scared that if I let him breach this last boundary, then nothing would be left. If I let him finger me, how long would it be before he wanted to go all the way? And I didn't feel ready for it. But all this trepidation was disappearing with every stroke of his finger on my crotch. Finally I took my hand away and whispered, "Okay." He looked elated. While kissing me with his lips and one hand rubbing his semen all over my tits, his other hand started its magic. "You'll like it. Vimla loves it." he said, and I felt a pang of jealousy at him mentioning my competition. His index fingers rubbed my clit over the panties expertly as his thumb and middle finger traces the edges of my panties against my inner thighs. I felt myself getting aroused, my breath getting heavier. I kissed him really hard and even bit his lip as his index finger started stroking me harder and harder. After a couple of minutes, his middle finger gently slipped inside my panties and touched my labia directly. I gave a start and looked at him. He stared into my eyes. I went back to kissing him and he took it like the tacit approval it was. Soon his three fingers moved the crotch of my panties to the side, exposing my pussy. He looked at it and said, "Beautiful!" And now his fingers were directly playing with my clit without the wall of the fabric. My chest started heaving. And within a few minutes, I was thrashing about in his arms as a big orgasm swept over me. He kissed and bit me throughout, and we were like two young lovers in heat. Once my orgasm subsided, he respectfully covered my pussy with the panties again. After the sexual release, guilt and shame swept over me. I got off the bed and started getting dressed. I told him he should go and he nodded. After he left, I tried my best to sleep, but it took me a couple of hours until that happened. So there you have it. What I was so embarrassed to tell you over the phone. I have now sucked our watchman's dick, and he has seen my pussy, and fingered me to an orgasm. And not just that one time. Today, we went through the same routine three more times, including right after I hung up the phone. I am a major crossroads, Prakash. I still feel shame and guilt and discomfort at what I am doing with a common gurkha. At the same time, with every boundary I cross, i get more and more engaged in the process. As you can tell, all that remains is the final frontier. I still don't know if I am ready to cross it. But I think about it a lot and I dream about it like I have since that night I first saw him fucking Vimla. You have been supportive of me throughout, but I can understand if you are feeling angry and disgusted at me right now. Say the word and I will stop doing this. I love you more than life itself. Love Menaka xoxo - I finished reading the email with the biggest erection and my brain seemingly on fire. I could not believe how far my once demure wife had come. Not just once, but multiple times, she had given our watchman a blowjob and let him finger her to an orgasm. Just a couple of weeks ago, this would have been unthinkable. I finally typed out my response to her. Dearest Menaka I am not angry or disgusted. I am very happy you are finding the pleasure and delight you so fully deserve. I love you more than life itself too. And whatever you want to do going forward, you have my blessings. Love Prakash For the next couple of days, I was preoccupied with the idea that any moment now, my wife might be going all the way. There was no internet connection so the email wasn't updated. But finally we reached a point where I could make a ship to shore call. I was too eager to wait any longer. So I called up Menaka. "Hi honey, I love you." I said. "I love you too, Prakash. Sorry I haven't been able to send any email updates." she said. "Oh, that's okay. I haven't had any internet access anyway. So what's new?" "Well, things are a bit slow right now. Dara and I are having another fight." she sighed. "Again? You two keep fighting like hormonal teenagers. Haha." "I know. He is just getting so cocky and arrogant." "Well, can you blame him, given how well it has worked so far?" "True, but still. he should show some respect." "What happened this time? Is the fight because he wants to go all the way and you are not ready yet?" "No, it is a different and a weird reason." she even giggled a little. "Tell me." "Like I wrote to you in the email, we crossed another boundary. I took his dick in my mouth, he saw and fingered my pussy. The next day we repeated that three times in different settings." "What kinda settings?" "In the morning, as soon as I returned from the school bus, he came up. Stripped me down to my panties. Got fully naked. Then he fingered me to an orgasm on the couch. And later I sucked his dick." "Mmmmm...it's so hot to hear you describe it so nonchalantly." "Shut up!" she giggled. "Anyway, he had to go start his shift. But he said he'd be back later in the day during a short break. And asked me to be ready for him by stripping down to my panties so we could save time. That's when you had called." "So when you were talking to me, you were only in your panties?" "Yes." she said bashfully. "Anyway, this time we did it all right on the floor inside the door because we were both so horny." "Did you start swallowing?" "Ewwww! No! It's been sprayed on my body every time." "Okay. Okay." "The third time was just before Ayan was due back from school. We went to the bedroom. And...I didn't mention this in the email because I was feeling very shy about it. Oh god..." "He fucked you?" "No." "Then?" "Okay see...I was on my back on the bed wearing just my panties. The crotch was moved to the side and his fingers were playing with my clit and pussy. I was very worked up, approaching an orgasm, when he asked if he could slide my panties down a little for better access. I shook my head. He insisted. So I just said yes, wanting to get the orgasm done with soon. So he put his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slid them until they were around my thighs." "Shit...so you were practically naked!" "Yes, he was now getting a full look at my private parts. And that turned me on a lot. Soon I started orgasming. And as I did, I kicked my legs up and down a fair bit. And that...that made the panties fly off my legs." "Wow!" "Yes, I was now totally naked in front of our watchman. Not a stitch of clothing." "How did he react?" "With delight. I instinctively tried to close my legs, but he grabbed them by the ankles and held them apart, carefully surveying all that he saw. I felt very shy so I closed my eyes and put my hands on my face. He watched and groped my naked pussy and ass aggressively for several minutes. Rolled me over on my stomach and played with my butt crack. It was humiliating but also very erotic." "Amazing!" "Finally I kicked his hands off my legs and started getting dressed saying I had to go pick up Ayan. He quietly started getting dressed as well." "It all seems very amicable so far. What was the fight about?" "I am coming to that. It started the next day. With something very silly. And just snowballed." "What do you mean?" "Okay. So the next morning, expecting that he'll be coming soon, I stripped to my undies. When he did arrive, I hugged him. He hugged me back. And then handed me a small envelope." "What was in it?" "It had 101 rupees. I asked him what that was. And he said it was...oh god it sounds so trashy...it was my 'choot-dikhayi'" "What the fuck is a choot-dikhayi?" "That's what I asked him, a little testily. He explained that like many communities have the custom of muh-dikhayi, where a woman is given a cash gift for showing her face, in his community, there is also a custom of choot-dikhayi. So when a wife gets fully naked in front of her husband, the husband gives her a cash gift as a token of gratitude of showing her his pussy." "WHAT???" "I know! It sounded very creepy to me so I flung the envelope back at him saying what nonsense was this. He picked it up and tried to hand it to me again saying he was just following a custom from his community. I yelled at him that firstly, I wasn't his wife, so this bizarre custom didn't apply to me. Secondly, throwing money at a woman he was getting physical pleasure from? Seemed so cheap. That got him a little upset. He said that sure he wasn't my husband, but he had been around for me and taking care of my needs and listening to every whim and demand of mine. So why wasn't I respecting this one tradition of his?" "Okay...weird." "We argued like that back and forth for a bit and other issues came up. About how I was jealous of Vimla and how I was a tease. And I complained about his arrogance and demanding nature. At the end of it, he stormed out. And hasn't been back since." "That is weird!" "So things here are in a holding pattern. I am waiting for him to cave. And this time I am absolutely not going to be the one to be manipulated. He is the one who owes me an apology." Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 03 "Are you sure?" "Yes!!" After that we chatted about a couple of other issues and the conversation ended. -- I was very titillated by the idea of a choot-dikhayi, a man paying a woman for showing him her pussy. But given how offended and objectified Menaka seemed by it, I echoed her sentiments about the matter. Listening to everything that had happened and base on the short glimpse I had seen, it was clear to me that Dara completely had Menaka in his control. Her sense of pride and propriety was making her throw occasional roadblocks in their progress but I was sure it would be shortlived. It was only a matter of time before that gurkha dick would breach her cunt, I was sure. So I was surprised when the story took an unexpected turn. We next spoke three days later over Skype when I was off the coast of Philippines and had great internet access. I spent fifteen minutes talking to Ayan and Menaka together before she put our son to bed and the topic resumed. "So...fucked Dara yet?" "No! God, you are so vulgar!" she blushed. "But you at least made up with him?" "Not exactly." she said mysteriously. "Well?" "Okay, so after the fight, our cold war resumed. We would look away when we crossed each other, waiting for the other person to make the first move. And he went back to his old trick of using Vimla to make me jealous. She would always be hanging out with him. And I could see from the window at night and even in the afternoon that they would disappear to the roof. Once when I was walking by in the afternoon, he actually took her to the lift in front of me. Trying really hard to weaken my resolve." "Did it? Tell me honestly." "Honestly, I was tempted a couple of times. but I was still upset over our argument and especially the choot-dikhayi stunt. So I held firm. But then I got a chance to get even in a way." "What do you mean?" "Two days ago, I was walking back from shopping in the afternoon. Dara was nowhere to be seen. Banke was sitting at his stool. When he saw me, he walked up to me and said that there was a package delivered. It was the new mixer I had ordered online and the box was big. I already had bags in my hand. So I told Banke to carry it upstairs with me. Which he did. We reached our flat, I put the bag down and led Banke to the kitchen to put the mixer there." "Was he being lewd or suggestive like before?" "Actually, he wasn't. he usually did that only when Dara was around. But he did keep stealing glances at me. Especially when he put the box down and got up, I saw him stare at my breasts for a couple of seconds. That's when a plan started forming in my brain. If Dara thought he could make me jealous, well, two could play that game. His friend Banke was right here." "Whoa! So you sucked him off?" that sounded deliciously wicked. "NO! I am not some sort of a slut to go around sucking the dick of every man I find. But I did decide to use him. I thanked him for the help and told him to wait and I would make him chai. But first, I said, I needed to change." "Ah ha! So you gave him a peep show?" "Kinda. I went to the bedroom and left the door half open. I slowly stripped off my sari and my petticoat. In the bedroom mirror, I could see Banke was slowly taking steps towards the door. He finally stopped at a point about 6 feet from the door from where he could see me. I was in my blouse and panties. In the mirror, I saw his eyes get big in admiration as he saw me. Suddenly, I felt so exhilarated at the naughty thing I was doing. My original plan was to just show him that much. But then I felt a voice inside my head goading me on. So I took the blouse off hastily. And stood there for a few seconds in my underwear, giving Banke a good long look at my body." "Wow! Didn't he barge in?" "I was a little worried he would." "Worried or hopeful?" "Shut up!" she giggled. "Anyway, I had planned to change into salwar kameez. But instead I took out one of those skirts you had bought me." "Which one?" "The black one with pleats that goes down to the knees. I slipped that on. And a top." "Cleavage?" "No, not too much. I wore that and walked out. As soon as he saw me starting to walk out, Banke ran back to the kitchen and stood there as if he had been there the whole time. When I walked in, I saw he was hiding his hips behind a dining chair. One quick glimpse was enough to confirm that he was doing so because he had an erection. I smiled and went to the stove to make tea. he just stood there silently. To break the awkward silence, I asked him if he was married. He said he wasn't. I asked him if he had a girlfriend. He said no, not really. Then he said, "once in a while..." and stopped. I asked what once in a while? Blushing hard, he said, once in a while, Dara shared Vimla with him." "Really?" "That made me blush. I didn't say anything. There was an awkward silence for a while. Then he said, "memsaab, you and Dara had a fight?". For a moment I considered saying yes. But for some reason, I chose the other option. I angrily said, "what do you mean?" He was taken aback and said nothing, and then said sorry. We were both quiet for a while. Then I angrily said that Dara was a nobody, a nothing, and he shouldn't believe random crap he had heard. And I also added, "Dara does not own me." He nervously nodded. I gave him a cup of tea, took one myself and went to the living room. He followed me. I sat on the couch and he sat on the floor near me." "Was he still nervous?" "Yes, but he kept staring at my bare calves. I shifted a little, moving my legs to give him a glimpse of my thighs. And I saw him stare and swallow. I had given him enough signals for him to do something." "What were you hoping he would do?" "At least make some sort of a move. My plan was to maybe allow him a quick fondle and then act shy and send him away. Then he would tell Dara what had happened and he would jealous." "Did it happen?" "Not...not that time." "But it eventually did?" "Yeah." she blushed. - "So when did it eventually happen?" "The next day. I more or less tricked him into it." Menaka giggled. "How?" "Well, that afternoon when i went to the balcony, I saw that Dara was with Vimla again, taking a stroll around the compound. When he saw me, he smiled in my direction and very purposefully squeezed Vimla's ass. She noticed me as well and blushed. They walked around for a while and then I saw them leave the compound, hand in hand. Dara kept looking at me occasionally, trying very hard to make me jealous. So that motivated me to retaliate even more." "So what did you do with Banke?" "The first time I had given him a glimpse of myself in my undies and then let him stare at my legs. But he had been either shy or scared of Dara. So this time, I decided to push the envelope a little. I went down where Banke was sitting on the stool near the gate. I told him that I needed his help getting some stuff down from the roof shelf in our apartment. You know the ladder the building has? I asked him to bring it with him. He nodded and said he'd pick up the ladder from the store room and come up in a few minutes." "Oooh, I see where this is going. What were you wearing?" "Hehe, the same skirt and top from before. And just to make things a little interesting, I went up to our home and slipped off my bra and then put my top back on." "Wow!" "Hehe, I mean the top was pretty modest as you know, but without the bra..." "Yeah, I can imagine. Your tits are big. Must have strained against the fabric like melons." "Shhh Prakash, stop using such naughty words." "Haha, okay. Continue." "A few minutes later, Banke showed up with the ladder. A few seconds after walking in, I saw his eyes go wide as he noticed my chest. Without the bra, the top's fabric was outlining them in an obvious way. And doing this was making me feel a little turned on so my nipples were hard and poking through. He stared at my chest for a couple of seconds, swallowed nervously and then looked at my face again. I put on a mock expression of being offended. And then led him to the bedroom." "Ooooh, bedroom right away." "Shut up! Only because that's where the roof shelves are." "Plus the bed." "You are incorrigible." she giggle. "Banke placed the ladder near where I told him to. Then he offered to climb it and take down whatever I needed. But I said no, only I knew where things exactly where, so I should go up, and he should hold the ladder. He nervously nodded." "And the show began?" "Yes, sort of. He held the ladder firmly. I got on it, moving closer to his body than necessary. That made my boobs brush against his shoulders and I noticed him shiver a little. I climbed up the ladder 3 then 4 rungs. That was actually enough for me to reach most of the stuff on the shelves. I looked down and saw Banke was staring at my thighs under the skirt. Suddenly, I felt very exposed. But at the same time, I felt emboldened to give him more of a look. So I climbed a couple of more runs until the hem of my skirt was well above his head." "What color panties were you wearing?" "Red." "Mmmmmmm." I closed my eyes and imagined the sight of my demure wife climbing too high on the ladder. Her creamy white calves and shins under the black skirt leading up to her shapely thighs and then a look at her perfect ass clothed in red panties. The sight that Banke must have gotten to see at such close quarters was definitely one that he would never have dreamed about. A hot high class housewife wantonly exposing herself to a common watchman like this. It was enough to get the blood surging in my loins. "I stayed up there, poking and looking around the bags and trunks." Menaka continued her narration. I could see her breath getting a little labored as she recalled her adventure. "I glimpsed down once or twice and caught Banke staring directly up my skirt, presumably at my panties. Whenever I looked down, he would look away, red-faced." "His face was red and your ass was red." "Hehe. Anyway, after a minute or two I decided I had given him enough of a show. I picked up a couple of things at random and handed them to him. Then I started climbing down, looking at him. The disappointment on his face at the show ending was obvious. Now originally, I had decided to just end it at that. But as I was climbing down, I started feeling the heat radiate from his body and I saw his muscular arms holding the ladder and suddenly on a whim, I decided to play another trick. When I was on the second rung from the bottom, I pretended to slip and fell backwards. He instinctively wrapped his arms around me as I fell against his chest." "You naughty minx!" I could not believe how diabolical my once innocent wife had become. She blushed again. "The momentum of my weight hitting his chest made him take a couple of steps back. His arms were wrapped around my stomach. When he finally paused, my back and butt were clinging to his front. And I immediately felt something hard poking against my butt through the pants. I realized that my show had given him an erection again. And from the size of the bulge digging into my skirt from the back, I could sense that he was very well endowed." "So he copped a feel?" "Not immediately. For a few seconds, he just stayed still. I could feel his hot breath on my ears. 'Sorry, I slipped.' I said, my voice shaking with excitement. 'Hmmm' he said and then I felt his hands move up and grab my boobs over the fabric. he also thrust his hips forward making his bulge push even more against my ass. 'Banke...what are you doing?' I shyly asked, but did nothing to move or slap his hands away. 'Memsaab...you are so beautiful.' he said, now massaging my bra-less tits over the top. I finally moved my hands up and put them on top of his rough manly hands. But didn't push them away. When he realized that I wasn't really resisting, he pushed me forward until I was leaning against the ladder again. His left hand still massaging my boobs, he moved his right hand low and under my skirt. He slowly caressed my inner thighs and then put his hands on the crotch of my panties. That's when my internal alarm went off. I pushed him away and he stepped back. 'Banke, I am a married woman.' I said my rehearsed line. 'Sorry...sorry memsaab, I just got caught in the moment.' he said, looking contrite. 'Maybe you should go!' I said in mock anger. He nodded, picked up the ladder and almost sprinted out." "You are cruel! Such a cock tease!" "Hehe, maybe. But I thought that was enough to get my motor running and send a message to Dara." she said smugly. "So what's happened since?" "Nothing much. We'll see how things progress now." After that we spoke about other matters and then ended the call. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 04 I was busy with port work for the next day or two and had to also spend a night with one of my fuck buddies in Manila. So I couldn't really talk to Menaka and get updates. But throughout, I kept thinking about what my wife had been up to. As if her dalliance with one watchman wasn't enough, she had crossed another big boundary by teasing the other guy too. And although she didn't specifically say it, I got the feeling that her games with Banke had to do with more than just making Dara jealous. I remembered Banke. He was a young strong strapping guy in his early 20s, almost the exact opposite of the short older gurkha Dara. Just in terms of pure physical attraction, I could understand Menaka's loins burning more for Banke. I was also starting to wonder how things would proceed after 10 days or so when I would be home for a month long shore leave. Menaka had been able to indulge in these discreet games under the excuse of her husband being away. But with me in town and at home, how would things change? Would she be okay with including me in the games? Would I be okay being part of it and essentially signalling to her lovers that I was fine with whatever was happening? So many questions. Some more questions were added to that list the next day. I had finished a night of feverish sex with Lucy, a 22 year old port clerk in Manila, and come back to my quarters in the morning to find a long email waiting for me from Menaka. And it was a very looooong email. Here's how it went. Dearest Prakash I tried to catch you on Skype and even call you over the last couple of days but I guess you are busy. A lot has happened here. As you know, when something complicated or particularly shame or guilt inducing happens, I find it easier to express myself through emails. Conversationally, I feel shy going into details. So I guess it's just as well that this is the form in which I am updating you. The day after I flashed my panties at Banke and then let him feel me up in our apartment, things were quiet. I felt like putting a brake on things after the huge risk I had taken with him and I also wanted to give things with Dara time to play out. I wondered if Banke had told Dara about what had happened. I didn't leave the house much except when absolutely required. The next day though, things changed big time. In the morning when I was walking Ayan to the school bus, I saw Dara standing near the gate with an angry expression on his face. I thought that I guess he knew and was now feeling jealous because the shoe was on the other foot. As I walked past him, he said under his breath, "We need to talk." I ignored him and led Ayan towards the bus stop. When I came back, Dara was still there, hands on his waist and still looking angry. Next to him, I spotted Banke. Banke had an ashamed expression on his face and I noticed a bruise on his cheek. That worried me a little. "Memsaab, we need to talk." Dara gruffly said. "I am busy." I airily replied, enjoying the angry expression on his face. "NOW!!" he said angrily, reaching up and squeezing the much taller Banke's ear hard. "Okay, what is it?" I said, a little taken aback by the anger in his voice. "Not out here." he said, turned around and started walking. Banke glumly walked behind him. I looked around to make sure none of the neighbors were watching and then walked behind them. Dara took us to the wooden shack at the back of the compound where the two of them lived. I walked in behind the two and was surprised at how small the space was. How did they ever manage to live in such a cramped space? It was barely 10 feet by 8 feet, was full of boxes and some kitchen utensils and two thin mattresses in the corner. "What is it? I don't have all day." I folded my arms and said testily. Dara bolted the door, turned around, stepped close to me, and said, "What the hell has been going on between you and Banke?" I looked at Banke, who was staring at the floor. "What are you talking about?" I feigned ignorance. "You and I have a fight so you're getting your cunt rammed by this asshole?" "DARA!!" I said, raising my voice. "I will NOT have you talking to me like this." "Just answer my question, memsaab." I stayed silent and glared at him and then at Banke. "What did he tell you?" "Nothing." Dara said. "I even punched him up a little bit." That explained the bruises, I thought. "Then what the hell?" "I'll show you what the hell. He has been denying anything and everything. But I wasn't born yesterday. Look at what I found on his phone." Dara reached into his pocket and fished out a Nokia phone. He unlocked the screen, scrolled a little and held it up. I looked at the screen in shock, and then threw an angry look at Banke, who looked like he wished he'd be swallowed up by the earth. "He said it's just something a friend forwarded him. But I have spent enough time between those legs to know they are yours. Aren't they?" The picture was an upskirt shot of me that Banke must have taken discreetly when I was on the ladder without my realizing. It was an old phone with a low quality camera, but even in that grainy image, you could see my naked thighs and my butt covered in the red panties. Dara showed me two more similar pictures that were on the phone. "That's...that's not me." I hotly said. "Really?" Dara scoffed. "I am going home." I said and turned around but before I could reach the door, Dara grabbed my arm and pulled me into his embrace. "It's not you, you slut?" he said, one arm wrapped around my shoulders and the other reaching under my kurta. "Dara! What are you doing?" I said, trying to struggle free. Banke looked up and seemed in two minds about what to do. He took a step in our direction, when Dara said, "Don't you dare move, Banke, unless you want another beating." Banke froze. Meanwhile I was trying in vain to push Dara's hand out from under the kurta. But his ex military strength had managed to fell even a bigger man like Banke so I was no match. His fingers were at the knot of my salwar and soon opened it. "Dara, let me go!" I said struggling against his grip. "Okay!" he said, and really let me go. The force I was applying to free myself from his grip made me suddenly fall forward. As I was falling, the salwar dropped around my ankles. Soon I was on my hands and knees on that dirt floor. Dara swiftly moved behind me, lifted the back of the salwar and put one leg on my back to hold me down. I was wearing blue panties and in that position, I was bent over and on display to him and Banke. "Now, let's do a matching comparison." "Dara!" I was protesting loudly, but the shack being in the back corner of the building compound meant no one could hear us. I tried to get up but Dara's foot pushed me down until my shoulders were also on the floor and my arms were folded at the elbow. I looked back and saw that in one hand, he held the phone and was looking at the picture. Banke was staring at my ass with his mouth open, but not moving at all. "Nice shapely thighs...identical shape. The round curve of the divine ass...that's a match too." Dara was touching me all over my thighs and ass as he made these comments. "Please let me go!" I said, on the verge of tears, feeling utterly humiliated. "Why are you acting so coy all of a sudden, memsaab? Isn't this what you love? Teasing poor men by flashing them. And we're all between friends here. Nothing either of us haven't seen before." "Dara, listen to me...I...DARAAA!!" I started reasoning with him but then screamed. I screamed because I felt his his left hand go inside my panties and pull them down. My naked ass and pussy were now exposed to Banke whose eyes had gotten as big as saucers. I blushed and fought back tears, distressed at being exposed like this. "What's the problem? It's nothing Banke or I haven't seen before." Dara said, spanking my ass loudly a couple of times. "He hasn't." I said, fighting back my sobs. "You're still denying that's your picture?" Dara said and spanked my ass really hard. "OUCH!!" I said. "I am not denying it. He's just never seen...beyond what was in the picture." Dara looked at Banke who nodded while still staring at my most private parts. "Well, that's a shame. But I know how it is. This bitch really makes you work hard at every step." Another spank. My ass cheeks were now stinging. "But you see, I am the one who has done all that hard work to turn her from a frumpy housewife to this teasing slut." Dara put his right hand on my pussy lips and rubbed them. I was feeling so utterly humiliated. "I don't appreciate you coming in at the last minute and swooping in on it, Banke. I told you all the details of what we were doing for your enjoyment, not so you try to barge in on my conquest." I listened silently, feeling humiliated but also turned on to hear Dara being so possessive and dominant. It was an entirely new sensation. I found myself unable to say anything or even to make an attempt to move. I stayed hunched over, getting used to my ass and pussy being naked and on display for two watchmen. "I am sorry." Banke said, finally having found his voice. "You know how much I respect you. Even with Vimla, I only have a go with your permission. Believe me, I didn't do anything to make a move on memsaab. She is the one who...who trapped me." "Explain." Dara said, moving his finger to my clit and gently rubbing it. I shuddered. For the next couple of minutes, Banke gave an accurate account of what had happened, from him watching me change, to the ladder story, to my not wearing a bra, and then letting him cop a feel. I was only half paying attention, because as Dara heard Banke speak, he had started stroking my clit skillfully. I had been deprived of that pleasure for several days and my body was crying out in delight. My breathing was getting heavier and my ass was swaying in response to Dara's fingers. --- "Is this all true?" Dara looked at me and asked when Banke finished. "DON'T STOP!" I said loudly, arching my back. Dara's fingers had almost brought me to the precipice of a long awaited orgasm but he had suddenly taken his hand off my clit. My body was covered in goosebumps aching for a release. "Is it true?" Dara asked sharply, spanking my naked left butt cheek. I reached back with my right hand to finish what he had started but he grabbed it by the wrist and pushed it away. "Pleeeeeease...just finish it." I said in a begging voice. "Not so fast. If what he is saying is true, then you deserve punishment, not reward." Dara stayed silent, grabbing my hand that still kept struggling to reach my clit. I finally gave up and sighed. "Yes." Dara stood up and walked around until he was in front of me as I stayed crouched. He got on his knees, put one hand under my chin and pulled my face up until I was looking in his eyes. "And what the reason for this stunt? To make me jealous?" I didn't say anything, just lowered my eyes, and that gave him his answer. "Aren't you ashamed of using poor Banke as a pawn in your games?" This was the height of hypocrisy, I thought. I straightened up on my knees to face him and angrily said, "And aren't you ashamed of using Vimla as a pawn?" "Vimla isn't a pawn. I like her and she likes me. I have been banging her long before you decided to inject yourself into our lives." Dara shot back without batting an eyelid. "You're the one who is jealous of her." "I am not jealous of her." I spat out. "Regardless, what Vimla and I have is a relationship. With you and me, what do we have? You treat me so badly, so arrogantly!" "I treat YOU badly?" I couldn't believe the man's impudence. He stared at me angrily and launched into a monolog. "You don't even realize it. I am a human being too, I have wishes, desires, feelings. But you just treat me like a sexual servant. To me, I am just another lower class poor guy that is expected to dance to your command. YOU set the limits, YOU decide what is offensive and what isn't. I have no say in it." "So is that all just about me not letting you have sex with me?" "Nooooooo! Would I love it? yes. Do I respect your decision? Also, yes. So I will never force you into it. But then everything until then is all driven by YOUR decisions. Vimla and I are two equals in the relationship. You think of yourself as the memsaab and think you are doing me, an inferior person, a favor." I was taken aback by this line of reasoning. I was de facto in a relationship with this guy. So there had to be at least some give and take. I had always been thinking that he's using me, but I realize that he thought I was using him. And maybe I had been. I had been the one laying the real mind games. "Ok." I said, slumping my shoulders. "What ok?" he asked. "Okay, I will respect the fact that we are in a relationship. And promise to treat you as an equal." "So we are in a relationship?" he raised his eyebrows. "Yes," "What kind?" "Excuse me?" "What kind of relationship do we have? Vimla and I we are lovers. Are you and I? Am i your lover?" "Yes." I said, blood rushing to my face. "You are my lover. We are lovers." "Good!" he said, and pulled me close to him by the shoulder. He kissed me tenderly for a couple of minutes while caressing my naked ass. His erection, even through his pants, rubbed against my naked pussy. He then started slipping my kurta off. I was so caught up in the tenderness of us declaring ourselves as lovers, that I kissed him back passionately too and raised my arms for him to slip it off. I had forgotten everything - where we were, which was a dirty dingy shack of a watchman, who i was with, a lowly watchman, and who was with us - Banke, staring at us, rooted at his spot. I let the kurta peel off and then shook the salwar and my panties off my leg. As I kissed my lover clad now only in my bra, I randomly remembered that this was the same bra I was wearing when I first flashed Banke. But this time, I had no panties on. I was almost naked in one watchman's arm while another stared. At that point, I was so far gone, that if he had tried to penetrate me right away, I probably would have complied. But I didn't have to. he didn't ask for it. His demand was very weird. "Memsaab...darling" he said, breaking the kiss. "Could you please make me and my friend some chai?" "What?" "Please memsaab darling, make your lover and his friend some chai." "Here?" "Yes. There's the hot plate. And the pot and the materials are right there." "Okay..." I said, puzzled by this strange request. I reached for my panties, when he said. "Just like that. Don't wear anything else. I want to watch my lover's luscious body." "Okay." I said, blushing a deep red at the thought that Banke would get to keep seeing me like this. I went to the corner, squatted, and started making tea. I turned the hot plate on and waited for it to warm up. I saw that Dara and Banke were now sitting on one of the matresses, staring at me and giggling. "Doesn't her naked ass just look delicious hanging there like that just an inch from the floor?" Dara asked. "Very!" Banke replied. "You know, I was going to ask her to take the bra off to show you her tits. But there is just something really kinky about a woman wearing just a bra. Especially a big boobed woman like this." "You're right." For the next ten minutes, I made chai squatting there and the two watchmen exchanged many such lewd and weird comments about me. --- Finally the chai got done. I poured them into two small glasses and brought it to them. "Aren't you having some?" Dara asked. "No, I had it just a while back." "Okay...come, sit next to me." he said patting a spot to his left. I sat down on folded legs, angled sideways to minimize exposure to my private parts. As I sat, I put my hands over the small triangle that was still visible. "She's shy about her pussy." Banke said and the two of them laughed. I sat there silently as the two guys loudly slurped the chai. "Speaking of pussy, now that we are lovers and you promise to treat me as an equal, I hope you will respect my customs." he fished out the hundred rupee note from earlier. The so-called choot-dikhayi. "Fine." I said, extending my palm. "No, that's not how it's done." he rolled it up into a tube. "In our custom, the male lover slips this into the female lover's pussy." I sighed and opened my thighs, partly from reluctance and partly from the hope that once his fingers were there, maybe they could finish my interrupted orgasm. Banke watched wide-eyed as Dara slowly pushed the note's tube into my vagina. I was already very wet so it slid in easily. Felt very weird, the papery texture. But still, my cunt was pleased a little at the presence of something in it. I was sitting there next to my newly certified lover, naked except for my bra, thighs open, and his friend staring at my naked pussy with a 100 rupee note shoved in it. This lasted about 20 seconds when suddenly, there was a loud rap on the door. "WATCHMAN! WATCHMAN!" a male voice outside loudly said. Dara leaped up to open the door just as I was about to leap for my clothes which were on the other side of the door. But he was faster. So I had no choice but to hide behind the door, almost naked, hoping that Dara wouldn't flash me to some random guy. He didn't. "Yes saab?" he opened the door only partially and asked. "There's some furniture and other stuff to be unloaded. Come help us." "Okay saab." he said. "Banke, go with saab right away. I'll just turn the stove off and come in a few seconds." Banke sprinted out of the shack. Dara closed the door behind him, and turned around to look at me. "These last few weeks, i have happily spent a lot of time in your house following your rules. Since we are now equals, I want you to spend the day here. By my rules." "Okay." I said. "What rules?" "Until i come back, you will stay like this, wearing only a bra." "Ok." "Promise?" "Yes, promise. But come back soon." "I will." Dara left me alone in his shack, bolting the door from the outside. I saw on that thin dirty mattress for a couple of minutes. And soon, my fingers were at my clit, finishing what Dara had started. ---------- Once I brought myself off to a slightly unsatisfying (compared to when Dara did it) orgasm, I started thinking about everything that had just unexpectedly happened and also about what Dara had said. And he was right. And I also realized that I did think of him as some sort of a lover. Obviously, nowhere close to you, because you are the love of my life. But still, someone I had found myself starting to care for beyond just sexual things. I hope you understand what I am saying. Anyway, as I thought about all these things, to keep myself busy, I started tidying up their shack. I folded clothes, gathered trash, cleaned up a little, etc, all the while wearing just my bra as he had instructed. I had turned into Dara's personal nearly naked cleaning maid. And I didn't mind it. Dara returned twenty minutes later, alone. When he opened the door and walked in, I was on my hands and knees, straightening out his bedding. "I am glad you kept your word." he said, staring at my naked pussy. I felt very conscious of his gaze, so immediately sat down on my folded knees and put my hands over my crotch. He came over, squatted in front of me and kissed me passionately. I put my hands on his head and kissed him back. He put one hand over my ass and ran a finger up and down my ass crack. "I notice that you have cleaned up the shack a little. Thank you. Usually Vimla does it every few days." "Just trying to pass time." I said as my face went red at the realization that what he said had implied an equivalence between me and a lowly maid. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 04 "I have put Banke on watchman duty for a while. So we will have privacy." he said, standing up. He started to take off his pants. I was still sitting there on folded knees in the dingy shack, naked except for my bra. Soon his semi erect dick swung free of his underwear and stared me in the face. I wrapped my right hand around it instinctively. "Take it in your mouth again, memsaab darling!" he said, stroking my hair. I obediently opened my mouth wide and took his hard cock inside. "Play with my balls." he said, gently patting my cheeks which were now swollen because of the tool in my mouth. With one hand I started slowly massaging his balls as my mouth gave him a blowjob using the technique he had taught me. I swallowed it whole, took it out, used my tongue and my lips, and soon, he seemed close to cumming when suddenly, "Wait!" he said in a hoarse voice and pushed my face away. The motion made me fall back on the mattress on the floor. He immediately got on his knees under me and grabbed hold of my knees. He held them apart, staring at my wet naked pussy. His dick was just a few inches away. For a second, my body cried out for penetration, but then whatever was left of my shame and sense of propriety returned. "Noooooooo!" I said, putting my hand on my pussy. "I know." he smiled and nodded. "Trust me." Panic surged through my brain. Here I was, nearly naked inside his shack, on my back and my legs held apart. His dick was one thrust away from breaching my pussy. "What are you doing?" I asked in a high pitched voice. "You said we are lovers in a relationship. Then you need to trust me." "Trust you with what?" "Just...take your hand away." "But..." "DO IT!!" he sternly said. I felt my hand move away on its own. I don't know if it was trust that made it happen or my body aching for intercourse. But it happened. My hand moved away, leaving my naked pussy vulnerable to his throbbing manhood. I stared into Dara's eyes as I felt him slowly thrust his hips forward. And I braced for penetration. But instead, his dick slid smoothly over my pussy lips without entering. "Mmmm!!" I moaned as the tip of his dick brushed against my clit. He moved his dick back and then rolled it over my crotch again. Goosebumps sprang up all over my body. "I am not going to force you to do anything you aren't ready for." he said, rolling the dick back and forth over my pussy. It was the weirdest sensation. A thick throbbing cock so close to my pussy, brushing against my labia and my clit, but not entering. Maybe he was trying to tempt me into submission. But I held firm. Just closed my eyes and relished that feeling. A few seconds later, I felt Dara's hands pushing my knees back together. He closed my legs again forcefully, making his dick get trapped between the insides of my thighs. A lot of precum made my thighs wet. And then he started bucking his hips back and forth. I finally realized what he was trying to do. He was respecting my wishes of not wanting actual sex. But instead, he was trying to do the next best thing. Use the soft grip of my inner thighs as a proxy for my pussy. He was essentially fucking my thighs, and every stroke made his dick also rub against my clit. And I went red as I felt the unfamiliar sensation of his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. Dara put my joined ankles over his left shoulder, bent forward, and started kissing me as his fucking of my thighs continued. I kissed him back, loving this weird new sensation. But it didn't last long. My mouthplay had already brought him close to the brink. Within a couple of minutes, the friction from my soft wet thighs were enough to send him over the edge. As we continued kissing, his semen spurted all over my stomach and the bottom half of my bra. Dara had just had innovative intercourse with me without actually entering my pussy. Once he got done shooting his seed, he kissed me hard. Then he slowly slid downwards. he opened my legs and soon his face was right above my pussy. I saw him poke his tongue out and flick my already engorged clitoris. "Mmmmmmmmm!" I squirmed and moaned. His fingers had always felt good but his tongue felt even better. "Is this okay?" he politely asked. I just nodded and laid back, his semen drying on my body, as he gave me cunnilingus. Within minutes, I was thrashing about in the throes of an orgasm. After that, we cuddled naked for a while on the mattress, and he kept my bra on throughout. Although he did maul my tits to his heart's content. And that was pretty much the next several hours until it was time for me to go pick up Ayan. We gave each other oral sex, cuddled, kissed, as much as possible in his shack. Once, he let Banke watch, and I was getting used to having an audience. In fact, once I even felt tempted to ask him to join but I didn't want to step on my lover's toes. After making each other cum many times, that date of sorts ended in the late afternoon. I got dressed, picked up Ayan, and took him home. -------------- All evening and then at night, I could not believe what had happened. From just minor physical games that were in my control in the comfort of our apartment, I had spent almost all morning and afternoon nearly naked in the company of one watchmen and let the other one see me in all my slutty glory. I replayed in my mind the occasions when Dara had quasi-fucked me. All the dozen or so orgasms he had given me. When I put Ayan to bed in his room at night and went to our bedroom, I was in a very excited state. I stripped naked on our bed and fingered myself to a few more orgasms. Far from satisfying me, they actually whetted my appetite. I knew that the next day, I would be with Dara again. But the thought of waiting that long seemed unbearable. After midnight, I couldn't control myself anymore. I fished out my phone and called him up. The phone rang for several rings and then wasn't answered. I tried again. Same result. So I went to balcony to see if I could spot him near the gate. But I saw only Banke sitting there, listening to a radio. I tried the phone again. No reply. And a suspicion started forming in my head. I made sure Ayan was deep asleep and then stepped out of the apartment. I tiptoed up the stairs to the roof, certain that Dara was up there doing it with Vimla yet again. To be honest, at that stage, I did feel a little jealous of her. And a little resentful towards Dara. I had all but given myself to him and agreed to his terms. I had spent so many hours almost naked in his shack. I had sucked his dick so many times. And yet at night, he was trying to find satisfaction between Vimla's legs? I felt like I was being cheated on. I got to the roof door and pulled on the handle. To my surprise, it was locked from the inside. That just confirmed my suspicions. I knocked on the door gently a couple of times. But there was no answer. Finally, feeling annoyed and resentful, I returned to the apartment. I was sure he must have heard my knocks but decided to ignore them anyway. I went to bed stewing in anger for a while before finally falling asleep. The next morning, I ran into Dara while returning from dropping Ayan off. He followed me home and after making sure no one was around to see him enter our apartment, came in. "Was it you knocking on the roof door yesterday?" he pulled me into an embrace and asked. "Yes." I pouted and replied. "Why?" I just shrugged. "You need to control your jealousy about Vimla." he said, patting my cheeks. "It's not jealousy, Dara." I earnestly explained. "It's just that...after I spend the whole day with you like we did yesterday, if you then go spend the night with another woman, it makes me feel...unwanted." "Awwwww, don't feel that way, my love." he hugged me and said. "It's not like I don't want to be with you." I pouted a little more. "I'd happily spend nights with you. But your son is there at nights. How would it seem if you are on the floor naked with your lips wrapped around my dick and your kid wakes up and starts crying?" He had a point. So I don't know what made me say what I said next. "My son won't be home tomorrow night." "Really? How come?" he asked. "He has to go to a friend's place for a sleepover." I said. "Well, okay then. Tomorrow night is memsaab night not Vimla night." he kissed me. After we gave each other oral pleasure again, he left. And I got on the phone to the mother of Ayan's friend Rahil. I had made up this sleepover and I had to make it happen. I called her and told her I had to go to Poona for a day for some family reasons and didn't want Ayan to miss school. Could she please keep him for one night? She agreed. So in conclusion, that's how things stand. I went from being in a prickly fight with Dara to craving his company so much that I engineered this sleepover. Tomorrow night, I will be alone at home and Dara will be with me all night. Do you think things have gone too far? Should I call it off? Call me when possible. Love Menaka Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 05 I read the email three times and jacked off all three times in delight to see how far things had progressed. Part of me was a little jealous too at the fact that Menaka seemed to be getting more emotionally involved with Dara than earlier. But I told myself that it was inevitable. I was more focused on the absolutely kinky developments of my wife spending the day nearly naked in the watchman's shack, clad in just a bra. The whole day I thought about what to do next. And a small plan began formulating in my mind. To put it into action, I went and visited my colleague Zhang, who was a bit of a computer whiz. I called Menaka on her phone when it was evening India time. She answered right away. "Where have you been?" she asked impatiently. "Sorry, honey. Things have been really busy here." I said. "Can you come on Skype?" "Okay." she said. As soon as the Skype call connected, I smiled at what I saw. "Whoa! Nice! A new haircut!" I said. Her hair was usually long and straight. It seemed wavier and more elegantly styled this time. "Did you read my email?" she asked. "Of course. It was hot!" "Are you upset?" "Not at all. I am very turned on. So tonight's the night?" "Yes, Rahil's parents came and picked up Ayan a while back." "What have you two lovebirds been up to all day?" "Prakash! Don't say things like that!" she blushed. "You clearly got a new haircut for the night." "No. That's just a coincidence." she said unconvincingly. "Anyway, we haven't really met all day. I was busy taking care of a lot of chores and he had day duty so he could be free at night." "When is he coming over?" "Late at night, after everyone in the building goes to bed." "So...thinking of going all the way tonight?" "I...don't know." Menaka said, sounding uncertain. This was the first time she had not responded to my teasing about intercourse with indignation. "You know I won't mind if you do." "I know..." she said, pensively. "Will he be with you all night? Or just a few hours? Will Banke be with him?" She said nothing, just looked at me in a lost way. "Prakash,,,," "Yes, sweety?" "I feel weird talking about it like this. It is making me nervous." "I understand." "Maybe it's best if I write you an email like last time." "Okay." "You're okay with that?" "Of course." "I love you, Prakash, you're the best!" She blew a kiss in the direction of the screen. "Before you go...there's something I need you to do, Menaka." "Yes?" "I am emailing you a file. Just download and install it. It's a new database system our company has put in place to sync up all the engineering telemetry. That way i can have access to some information even when I am home." "Oh okay." "It'll take a while to install and then it will automatically update through the internet for a couple of hours. So just leave the computer on." "Alright." she said. -- After the Skype call ended, I rushed to finish off all my work related responsibilities for the next couple of days. I had told my boss that I needed to take a personal day. When i finally got done with everything and returned to my cabin, over an hour had passed. My heart pumping, I opened the email Zhang had sent me with instructions. I logged in to the VPN and then followed his instructions step by step. My request to him had been simple. I told him that I just wanted a way in which I could remotely have access to my home webcam because I suspected that my wife was cheating on me. Zhang had been cuckolded and dumped by his wife so he was only too eager to help. After what seemed like ages but was just about fifteen minutes, I broke through, thanks to the software Menaka had naively installed. And my screen was flooded with images from my bedroom. The room was empty and dark. I checked my clock and calculated that it was about 9:30 PM in Bombay. I applied the night vision filter Zhang had given me and the screen turned into different shades of green. The room was indeed empty. In shades of green, I could make out the bed and other furniture. I turned up the volume all the way and applied the sound enhancement filter that Zhang had told me about. In the distance, I could hear the sound of television coming from the living room. I guessed Menaka was watching TV as was her routine this time of the night. She had anyway said that Dara wouldn't come before later in the night. I knew that this spying exercise would require patience. So I left the screen on, fetched a book and started reading. I had been reading for about half an hour when suddenly, the screen brightened up. Menaka had walked into the bedroom and turned on the light. I looked at my gorgeous wife as she walked around the bedroom, oblivious to the fact that I was watching her. She was still wearing the same salwar kameez as earlier. She walked right past the webcam and the monitor, which meant that as Zhang had said, there was just a screensaver on. I watched as Menaka took a few minutes straightening up the bedroom, folding sheets, picking up clothes and suchlike. She was humming some tune all the while. A few minutes later, her phone rang. She looked at it and smiled. And then she answered it. "Hello, ji." The person at the other end said something. She giggled. I was surprised at how young she seemed in terms of how she behaved. Like an excited teenager. For the next few minutes, I saw her examine herself in the mirror as she spoke on the phone. Obviously, i only heard what she was saying and had to guess what the responses at the other end had been. "Yes, 12:30 is fine. Yes. No need to knock. Send me a missed call and I'll leave the door unlocked." "Don't be silly." and a long schoolgirly giggle. "Have you had dinner? I can cook something for you." "I don't think I have the ingredients for that." "Yes, that I can make." "What do you think I am wearing right now?" "Hehe, keep dreaming." "NO! NO! Do not bring Banke over. I sucked his dick once. He should be happy with that!" This was news to me. She hadn't told me about this. I wondered if she had purposely hidden the fact from me or just forgotten to mention it. "Okay, now I have to go get ready. Yes, now. Yes. Yes! Okay! I am hanging up now." Menaka disconnected the phone and put it on the bed. Then I sat up as she started taking her clothes off. Even after all these years of marriage, the sight of my voluptuous wife stripping still gave me a boner. She got completely naked, then picked up a towel, and walked towards the bathroom, her full ass swaying gracefully. Before she entered the bathroom, I noticed that she picked up a small plastic bag from the nightstand and took it with her. I sat patiently waiting for her to get done with her shower. As the minutes ticked by, I noticed that she was taking a longer time than usual. It was almost half an hour by the time she returned. And the sight of her returning gave me a boner again. My wife walked out fully naked, her big tits rising and falling with each step. The towel was wrapped around her wet hair. And there was a spring in her step. As she walked across the bed and closer to the webcam where the closet of her clothes was next to, I let out a cry of surprise! If she could hear my voice, she would've been startled. But I was startled. As she walked by, I noticed that my wife's pussy was completely bare! Menaka didn't really have a very hairy bush. And she had never really shaved down there. I had never asked her to and she was too demure and traditional for it. I was positive that her bush had been there when she walked in to the bathroom. So that's why it had taken her so long. She had been shaving her pussy. This was confirmed when she then walked to the mirror, put her fingers on her labia and carefully examine her bald pussy. She found a couple of hair that she hadn't managed to get before. She sprinted into the bathroom and sure enough, I saw a razor in her hand. She put one leg on the dressing table, and carefully ran the razor over her pussy. Just watching her do this in her private moments had made me almost cum. --- Menaka finally seemed satisfied with her pussy. She put the razor away, unwrapped the towel from her hair, bent down and started wiping it. Her huge tits swung like pendulums and her ass looked very inviting as she was bent over. I felt like jumping into the screen and mounting her then and there. She then picked up a hair dryer and carefully worked on her newly styled hair. Before that, she slipped on what looked like a new pair of white lace underwear and a matching bra. Once her hair was dried, she put on some basic make-up and then she wore a red sari, almost like a new bride. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair as the sight of my wife of many years decked up like a pretty new bride filled the screen. She was doing all this for our lowly watchman. A guy who had become her lover by shoving that folded hundred rupee note into her cunt. A guy who had done almost everything with her and looked set to capture the final frontier tonight. Menaka finished getting ready, turned the lights off and walked out of the bedroom. Through the enhanced filter, I could hear sounds of the TV being turned on again. And then I heard some sounds of kitchen utensils. I guessed she was cooking while watching TV. The next couple of hours ticked by very slowly as I sat in front of the computer screen. I was agog with excitement about what I was about to see. But it was the middle of the night in Manila and I had had a long day at work. I didn't realize when I dozed off. "I can't find them!" I was suddenly woken up by a loud voice saying that. I rubbed my eyes and saw that Dara, our old watchman, was standing there fully naked in front of my closet. I noticed his nudity and wondered how much I had missed. I checked the clock and it was barely a few minutes past 1230. "They're right there!" Menaka walked into the bedroom clicking her tongue. I noticed that she was still fully dressed. But he was naked. She reached into the closet and handed Dara a towel. As she did, I saw her give his semi-erect thick dick a quick glance and blush. I guess he was going to take a bath again like the other day. "Can I wear his clothes too? Mine are too dirty." he said. "You could." Menaka said looking at my clothes. "But he is much taller and more muscular than you." "And yet here I am playing with his wife." Dara said, put his arms around Menaka's waist and gently squeezed her ass. "Hehe." Menaka giggled. "How about this?" She reached over and took out an expensive golden robe I loved. I cringed at the thought of that boorish old man wearing my fancy robe. "Hmm...okay. I won't be needing clothes for too long anyway." he cackled. "Although I appreciate how you took the effort to dress up." He buried his face in her cleavage over her blouse, nuzzled her breasts and then walked to the bathroom. Menaka walked out and went back to the kitchen. Ten minutes later, Dara came out with my robe on, but open. I could see his dick was more erect now and his wiry torso glistened with water he hadn't fully dried off. he stopped in front of the mirror, and admired his taut body for a while, flexing his muscles and feeling his flat tummy. He then picked up a couple of bottles of perfume and sprayed a lot of them all over his body. "Dinner is ready!" Menaka's voice called out from the kitchen. "Coming, memsaab!" Dara said, smiling at himself in the mirror and walked out. I sat on the edge of the seat watching the empty bedroom and listening to whatever sounds I could hear. The TV had been turned off. I heard some noises of plates and pans. Then I heard indistinct noises of conversation for a while. They were eating and talking. Fifteen minutes turned to half an hour turned to forty five minutes. I started dreading the worst case scenario. That whatever they did, they'd do in the living room and I wouldn't get to see anything. And soon my fears started seeming valid. The voice of conversation stopped. There was complete silence, except for an occasional giggle. I stared at the empty bedroom in frustration, trying to imagine what was happening. Had my wife already been disrobed? Had she already been penetrated? What was happening? Why weren't they moving to the bedroom? That's when my prayers were finally answered. Dara walked into the bedroom carrying my wife in his arms. He had already divested her of her sari, petticoat and blouse. She hung in his arms wearing just her fancy lacy bra and panties. he was still wearing my robe but it was tied up. He gently walked to the bed and threw her on it. "I'll be back." he said, raising his little finger and walking towards the bathroom. My wife, clad in just her underwear, nodded, and sat up. --- Menaka got of the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She seemed to have a nervous expression on her face. She ran her palms over her stomach, her sides and her butt. She then walked around the bedroom taking deep breaths and swinging her arms nervously. She went back to the mirror, lowered the front of her panties, and ran her fingers over her newly bald pussy for a few seconds. She then lowered the back of her panties flashing me her naked ass inadvertantly and swayed her hips like a seductive cabaret dancer. That nice round creamy ass looked so intensely fuckable. "Shit, what am I doing?" she whispered to herself but I could hear it clearly. She pulled her panties back up. Nervously, she walked back to the bed and sat on the edge facing the webcam. There was a pensive expression on her face. I admired her smooth naked legs and her ample cleavage as she sat there, occasionally sighing in trepidation. She folded her right leg over her left, put her right elbow on her knee and sat there looking into nothingness, her other hand smoothing her newly done hair. "What am I doing, Prakash? Am I crazy? Will you hate me?" She said this looking directly at the webcam and for a moment I thought she knew I was watching. But then she looked away and continued her soliloquy. "I love you and I hope you won't hate me. I really can't control myself. Oh god, maybe I should send him away!" She started chewing her right finger in nervousness. "Yeah, I'll send him away." she nodded and said to herself. That's when the bathroom door opened and Dara walked out. His robe was now untied and open in the front and his dick looked almost fully erect. "What were you saying?" he asked, approaching the bed and sitting next to her folding one knee. "Nothing." she said, wrapping her hair around one finger. Dara put his right hand around her shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss. Menaka opened her lips and started kissing him back. Dara's left hand moved to her boobs and started fondling them over her bra, Menaka's body was still a little stiff. Her hands were folded together and although she was kissing him, she seemed nervous. Dara continued to gently kiss her and stroke her shoulders and boobs. Gradually, Menaka seemed to relax. She put her right hand on his arm and gently rubbed it. A few seconds later, her hand disappeared under his arm and moved towards his crotch. Dara moaned a little so I surmised that her fingers were wrapped around his dick. But soon her hand withdrew and started stroking his thighs over the robe's fabric. The enhancing filter meant that the sound of their smooches was very loud. After one particularly loud smooch, Dara lowered his head and started kissing Menaka's neck. "Mmmmmmmmm...ooooooooo" Menaka moaned in a high pitched voice as her left hand started caressing his hair. Dara's left hand now slipped inside her bra and started fondling her right breast really hard. "Aaaah!" my wife moaned as he bit her exposed nipple. "I love your tits!" Dara hoarsely said. His hands kept playing with her tits as she pulled his lips back in for a kiss. They kissed like two hormonal teenagers, moving their heads a lot, and pawing each other. Menaka's right hand move from his thigh to his bare chest and started stroking the hair on it. Menaka then locked her hands around his neck and kissed him very hard for a few seconds. Then she broke the kiss and lowered her face, kissing his hairy chest. Dara kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. "You got a new haircut for me?" he asked. "Hmmm." she said, her face still obscured by the lapels of the robe as she licked his chest. Menaka face was making a slow journey south. She nuzzled and kissed her chest hair for a while, then his stomach, and then suddenly, she bent her head even more and I saw my wife's innocent lips wrapped around the watchman's thick naked dick head, and her dainty fingers wrapped around the base. "No hands!" Dara leaned back and sternly said. I was amazed and aroused to see my wife obediently follow the watchman's command. She put both her hands on his thighs and slid her ass back a little so she could bend over more in the waist. Her head bobbed up and down on his lap as she gave him a skilled blowjob. Watching this was a revelation. I had never gotten such a passionate blowjob from my wife and here was our watchman getting the umpteenth one. "I love your warm mouth, memsaab darling!" he said, and then pulling her tits out of the bra cups, added, "and of course, your big jugs." It was an intensely trashy sight filling my screen. I zoomed in a little. Menaka's nipples were rubbing against Dara's knees as she sucked his thick dick. He started moaning occasionally and caressing her bare arms and shoulders. After about five minutes of the handless dick sucking, Dara made Menaka straighten and then his mouth and hands attacked her tits that were hanging over her bra cups. She wrapped her arms around his head and started kissing his hair. His left hand slowly moved from her breasts down over her stomach and slipped into her panties. "Mmmmmm!" Menaka moaned. "Whoa!" Dara exclaimed. He raised his head and looked at her. "You took off the hair?" She blushed and nodded. "For me?" She blushed and shrugged. Dara got back to sucking her tits and his left hand inside her panties started moving at a furious speed. "NNNGGGGG...AAAAAA...UHHHHHHHHHHH." Menaka started groaning loudly as Dara's fingers feverishly worked her pussy and clit. Dara put one of his legs over hers and attacked her tits and pussy with even more intensity. For the next couple of minutes, my room was filled with different moans from my wife. "AAAHHH YESSSSSS LIKE THAT RIGHT THERE OOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH YEAHHHHH SLOWER NOT THAT SLOW ... ..." She dropped her arms to the side and leaned back as her watchman lover fingered her expertly. In a couple of minutes, her hips and thighs swayed and shuddered as she had a decent sized orgasm in the arms of her lover. I could not believe what I was seeing and was rock hard myself. Hearing and reading about it was one thing. Watching my wife cum at the hands of our lowly watchman on our own bed...divine! "Thank you..." Menaka said with genuine gratitude and started kissing his chest again. Dara leaned back on the bed and she started sucking his dick again. She was now attacking his dick with renewed vigor. In a few moments, Dara raised his legs and wrapped his ankles around my wife's naked back, holding her in the bent subservient position servicing his cock. "That's right...suck my dick, memsaab...suck it like a lollipop!" he said, gently pulling her hair. She complied with his request for a few minutes, then raised her head and kissed him. Dara didn't seem to mind the smell of his own dick on her breath. He leaned back until he was lying down on the bed and with his legs, dragged Menaka on top of him. She put her hands in his hair and started kissing him, laying on top. As they kissed, Dara finally reached for her bra hooks and took the flimsy thing off. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 05 My wife was now wearing only her panties as she squirmed and writhed on top of her lover, kissing him like a hungry teenager. I was taken aback by the level of passionate intensity in their kisses. This didn't just seem like a convenient booty call or a no strings attached fling. This seemed something more meaningful and that partly terrified me. --- After a while, Dara rolled her off from on top of him. Her weight seemed to be too much for him to bear for that long. He made her sit up on the edge of the bed and stood on the floor himself. "Suck!" he commanded my wife, who hungrily complied. "You can use your hands to pleasure my balls." "Oggay" she replied slurring with his dick in her mouth. Menaka was now topless on the edge of the bed, leaning forward as she sucked the watchman's cock. Her left hand was on his waist and her right hand was cradling and fondling his balls. Dara was standing over her, one hand on his head and another on his hips, wearing my robe, standing in my bedroom and wearing a smug happy expression as my wife gave him fellatio. "Get on the floor!" he barked an order and pulled her by the hair. My wife obediently slipped off the bed and got on the floor on her knees. As she slipped off the bed, the friction with the sheet mad her panties slip down a couple of inches and reveal some of her naked ass and ass crack. Instinctively, she moved one hand and pulled them up. But even for that brief second, the glimpse of her naked behind looked so erotic. Soon she was on her knees, bent over slightly in the waist as she played with his balls and sucked his dick hungrily. Her full luscious lips were wrapped tightly around his thick dick, stretched almost to their limit. With every shove of his dick in her face, some of her lipstick rubbed off against his shaft. "Use your tongue, use your tongue!" he casually slapped her on the cheek and commanded. And I could see her tongue tracing a circular pattern around the dick in her mouth as it moved all around, causing a bump in her cheek. She took the dick out after a few seconds, coughed a couple of times, and then sticking her tongue out, traced it all the way from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip. She ran it around the tip in a circular motion a couple of times. Her dainty fingers were pleasuring his big balls the whole time. She then did something incredibly trashy, almost straight out of a porn movie. She held her big boobs and wrapped them around his dick. Dara clearly liked that and he titty-fucked her for a few moments before he shoved the dick back in her mouth. "Your tits are nice to touch and play with but when it comes to my dick, it prefers being in your mouth." Dara's voice had gotten more breathless and high pitched, and he was obviously close to cumming. So this time when his dick invaded her mouth, he decided to take charge of bringing it to climax. He grabbed her hair with both his hands and started bucking his hips rapidly, pretty much fucking her mouth instead of her giving him a blowjob. The rapid motion seemed to surprise Menaka who grabbed Dara's hips for support. But she seemed to get used to it and even enjoy it as her hands slowly moved to his ass and started massaging it. "GLPPP...GLPPP...GLPPPPP..." Menaka's mouth let out muffled gagging sounds, but they conveyed carnal elation, not discomfort. It was a surreal sight. My wife clad only in her panties, her hands wrapped around his ass as her face was pushed against his crotch. He grabbed her hair and continued mercilessly fucking her mouth. her tits were swinging back and forth, alternately slapping his thighs and her ribs. Dara was looking particularly dominant as he used my wife like his personal fucktoy. "Urrrrhhhhhh!!" Dara suddenly grunted, and stopped moving his hips. His grip on my wife's hair tightened and I saw her cheeks puff up as her mouth was clearly being filled with his jizz. Her eyes widened, and she seemed to be trying to push herself back so his dick would come out of her mouth. From what she had told me so far, he had never cum inside her mouth. But he held her firm and she stopped resisting, her mouth getting flooded. It seemed like an eternity but was just a few seconds as the scene held like that. "GLMMMMMM." there was a loud swallowing noise. I felt a pang of arousal and jealousy as I realized that my wife had just swallowed a lot of our watchman's cum, a courtesy she had never extended me. Dara snickered and finally let Menaka's hair go. Instantly, her head sprang back, and she started coughing hard. Some semen shot out from her mouth and landed on Dara's thighs. She sat on the floor leaning against the bed, as her hands wiped the cum that has leaked out of her mouth. She shot Dara a cross look and continued coughing. Dara snickered again, softly tapped her head and walked towards the bathroom, presumably to clean himself up. And I looked carefully at my wife, who was sitting there, wheezing and trying to get her breath back. Her face has many streaks and gobs of his semen. Her eyes looked moist, as it often happens with a coughing fit. Her tits were jiggling all over the place. And her face wore an upset expression. I watched in fascination as Menaka's chest finally stabilized. She threw her head back and sighed loudly. Then she straightened her head again in a snap. She raised her right hand which she had used to wipe the semen away. She stared at it carefully. Then slowly she stuck her tongue out and licked some of it. I saw her lips stretch into a wry smile. She then licked her hand and wrist clean, clearly swallowing whatever gobs of jizz she was licking off. She then used her fingers to gather the streaks of semen from her face and neck and swallowed those too. Even after all that she had done so far, what I just saw her do, unknown to her, seemed to signal a massive shift in my wife's psyche. She had started tentatively exploring her sexuality and expanding her horizons. And although she had been a keen participant, she always seemed to be taking baby steps. The Menaka of the past would probably have been upset at Dara ambushing her mouth like this by filling it up. And she had seemed a little upset initially. But obviously, that anger had dissipated and she had come around to relishing the experience. Here she was studiously gathering and swallowing his cum as if it were chocolate syrup. --- Menaka slowly got up off the floor and got on the bed. She sprawled out on her back with her legs wide open, staring at the ceiling as she still absent-mindedly licked her fingers, Her big tits were gently flopped over outwards from her chest and her nipples were super erect. She then slowly slipped one hand into her panties and started playing with herself, occasionally moaning. I zoomed in the camera and saw that her fingers were fucking her pussy, not playing with her clit. Then she slowly rolled over onto her stomach, raising her body a little on her knees and kept fingering herself. From that angle, she looked so slutty. Her face buried in the bed as her legs were spread out and her ass covered by panties, rising and falling as her fingers penetrated her cunt. And then her bare smooth back spread out over her waist. Dara came back into the room a few moments later, the robe still open. He saw her lying face down on the bed pleasuring herself and smiled. "Did you like that, memsaab?" he asked. "Mmmmm." Menaka replied with a horny moan. "Did you like swallowing your lover's juice?" he asked getting on the bed next to her propped up by his elbows. Menaka turned over on her side and curled her legs up. In that position, her big ass, even covered with panties, looked doubly inviting. She snuggled up closer to Dara and put her face on his shoulder. Dara slid closer to her on his side as well and put his hand on her naked waist. "I have never done that before." Menaka said, blushing. Her hand came out of her panties and started stroking Dara's semi-erect dick. "You mean you've never swallowed even your husband's jizz?" there was genuine surprise in his voice. "No." she shook her head. "That makes me feel very special." Dara stroked her ass. "It's a nice gesture from you about your commitment to this relationship." Menaka said nothing, just gently kissed the hair on his chest while snuggling even closer to him. They cuddled silently for a couple of minutes and then Menaka said, "Does Vimla always swallow?" she asked, a tinge of jealousy in her voice. "No, I was just thinking that. She'll let me cum in her mouth but always spits it out. The lowly maid draws the line at swallowing but the rich memsaab hungrily laps it up and licks the leftover." Dara said and cackled. That remark caused Menaka's face to wear an expression that was of shame and arousal. "What does she have that I don't?" Menaka asked in a sharp tone. "It's not what she has anymore but what she does." Dara quickly replied. "And if I were to also start doing what she does?" Dara propped himself up on his elbow and looked at Menaka. "Are you saying you want to? You're ready?" "NO! I didn't say that." Menaka also raised herself up on her elbow and looked at her lover. "Then?" "I am saying that if...just if...I did, how would things change?" "How would you want them to change?" "Forget it." Menaka plopped down on her back again, clicking her tongue. Dara stayed on one elbow, looking at Menaka with a smile on his face. He looked like he wanted to say something but he stayed silent. He moved his hand lower and into Menaka's panties. "You are really wet tonight!" he said, shoving two fingers in her cunt. Menaka's boobs shuddered at that sensation. But then she pushed his hand out. "Don't do that right now. Just...hold me in your arms and cuddle." she said, putting her head back on his shoulder. Dara complied with her request. He put one leg over hers and drew her into a tight embrace against his body. I watched in surprise as my wife was snuggling lovingly in this old watchman's arms as if she were his wife. For the next few minutes, Menaka happily cuddled with the old man, kissing his cheeks, his chest, running her hands over her body. He reciprocated, but his hands primarily focused on her ass that he stroked over her panties. "Have you always been like this?" Menaka softly asked. "Like what?" "So...sexual...so aggressive. Have you always been chasing women?" "Why do you ask?" Dara said quizzically. "I just want to talk a little. Usually we just do these sort of things. I want to know a little bit about you." "Okay." Dara said, thinking a little. "I have obviously always been interested in sex. But honestly, in my younger days, I didn't really get much action. I guess I didn't understand women. Plus I was married off early. And being in the army meant a very limited access to available women. I was usually happy with the sex life my wife and I had. Then she died and I started, you know, shopping around." "How many women have you been with?" "A dozen or so." Dara shrugged. "How many men have you been with?" "You are the third." she said. "So Banke is fourth if you count him." Menaka blushed hard. "That was just an impulse. I felt bad for the poor guy." she said. "He didn't mind." Dara smiled. Menaka's hand moved down and she wrapped her fingers around Dara's dick, which I noticed was getting hard again. "Already, huh?" she asked, slowly stroking the thick dong. "It's all you. Having you in my arms, talking about sex, and now your magical fingers. If your mouth also cooperated...hehe." Dara winked. Menaka sluttily smiled and slid lower on the bed. With her body folded at her waist and her legs curled up, she open her mouth wide and started sucking his dick. I was amazed that he had gotten ready so quickly. I watched entranced as my wife attacked his dick with her mouth passionately, her fingers playing with his balls. Dara lay back and enjoyed the blowjob. Then his fingers slipped into the back of her panties and started fondling her ass. "May I take your panties off, memsaab?" he politely asked. Menaka took his dick out of her mouth, looked at him, and nodded. He pulled her up into his embrace and started peeling her panties off. her fully shaved pussy and glorious naked ass came into view as the panties slid down to her ankles and were kicked away. He pawed her naked body lying down for a few moments and then sat up. Menaka sat up with him. I looked at my naked wife, her breasts heaving, her legs folded, and her fingers nervously playing with her hair. Her face wore an expression of arousal and conflict. "Move to the other side." Dara said. So far he had been to her right. He wanted her to his right. Getting on her hands and knees, Menaka switched her orientation. As she did so, her big naked ass jiggled. Watching all this through the webcam, I was happier with the new arrangement. It gave me a closer look at my wife's naked body and her face. Dara pulled her closer to him. Menaka moved with a sense of familiarity that indicated that she had now understood how to read her lover's rhythms. Something we still didn't have after nearly a decade of marriage. Dara made Menaka lie down on her back. Her right leg was folded in the knee with her feet on the bed. Dara got on his side to her left and pulled her left leg over his hips. He then slid his hips forward so his thick erect dick was poking against the top of her left thigh. Menaka slid her ass closer to him, making the dick rub against her crotch. He then lowered his face onto hers and started kissing her. Menaka's legs were intertwined with dara's and his dick kept hitting her all over her pussy region. Then he held her legs up in the air with his left arm. And then, he started bucking his hips gently, making his dick rub all over her pussy mound and between her thighs. "Mmm...ahh..." Menaka moaned as the dick presumably rubbed against her clit. I was getting a first hand view of what Menaka had described - Dara's penetration-free fucking. It seemed a lot more elaborate and aggressive than Menaka had described. He didn't penetrate her, but using his left hand, he guided the dick all over her hairless crotch. He rubbed it hard against her pussy lips, her clit and moved it up and down part of her ass crack, poking against her perineum. "Ahhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhh." Menaka moaned between kisses as her lover's dick played around with her vagina without breaching it. "You like it, huh?" Dara breathlessly asked. "Yeahhhhhh...ooooh." Menaka's ass was convulsing and swaying all over. "You like my thick dick all over your pussy?" "I do." "Say it." "I love your thick dick all over my pussy...mmmmmmmmm." There was an edge of urgency and submission in Menaka's voice that made me sit up straight. Her hips were bucking up and down, making her ass jiggle even more obscenely. "You shaved it only for me?" "I shaved it only for you, lover." she grabbed the collar of the robe and said, now writhing in his arms. "You love my dick?" "I love your...mmmmmmmmmm...love your dick." "Sooooo.." Dara suddenly stopped moving and positioned the tip of his dick right at the entrance of her cunt. Menaka stopped moving as well and stared into his eyes. "Well?" he asked. Menaka stared at him for a couple of more seconds and nodded. "You sure?" "Yesss..." she grabbed his hair and pulled him into a kiss. Dara slowly moved his hips ahead and the tip of his thick dick breached my wife's cunt. I almost came sitting there thousands of miles away in my cabin as my wife finally crossed the final frontier. "AAAAAAAAAAA!!" she broke the kiss and yelled with closed eyes as her ass jerked and tried to pull away. But Dara held her hips tight and shoved a little more of the dick in. "IT'S SO THICKKKKKKKK!!" my wife yelled with tightly shut eyes. And it was thick. Much thicker than mine. "I'll go slow." he gently kissed her on the cheeks and said. He withdrew the tip and then pushed it back in, this time almost half the length. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH..." Menaka screamed again, her eyes still clenched shut. "Do you...want me to stop?" he asked in a concerned voice. At this question, Menaka opened her eyes and with an eager expression said urgently, "NO NO NO...keep going...it feels good...it feels good." Dara smiled. He propped up his hips even more, held my wife's legs far apart and then with one swift motion, rammed the entire length of his thick dick inside. "JAI MAHAKALI!!" he yelled his battlecry "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Menaka's ass thumped up and down the bed as her cunt was enveloped around the thickest dick she had ever experienced. And sitting in the cabin, I watched with a sense of delight and doom as I watched my wife finally getting fucked by another man. --- "OHHHHH IT'S SO THICK...IT'S SO GOOD..." Menaka yelled, her hips bucking and thrashing as I saw Dara's dick now buried to the hilt inside her cunt. The journey that began with her spying on him and Vimla and then prodded along with my help after her dreams about him had reached its logical conclusion. I had been rooting for it. So why did I feel this disconcerting sense of something having gone wrong? "You're so tight and warm, memsaab." Dara said happily. He put his left hand on her right ass cheek and pulled her closer so their torsos were now sideways and touching each other. Menaka put her right leg around his waist and drew him in. With her lips, she was kissing her lover's chest hair and shoulders. Having snugly clasped her to himself, Dara started slowly pistoning his dick in and out of my wife's cunt in deep strokes. "Oh yes...oh yes..." Menaka was now whispering. Through the enhanced filter, I could hear the squelching sounds emanating from her pussy as she got fucked on our bed. "I love how your smooth bald pussy feels against my skin." Dara said, biting her ear. Menaka was clinging on to her lover and making guttural sounds corresponding to each stroke. Dara's taut hairy brown ass moved authoritatively as the fucking continued. "You see what you've been missing?" he asked. "Hmmmm...oh yesssssssss..." she responded to another purposeful thrust. With me, Menaka was very silent in bed. I felt a pang of jealousy at how talkative she was being with him. "NOOOOOOOOOO...DON"T STOP!!" Menaka cried out as Dara took his dick out and pushed her away gently. "Relax, memsaab. I am just changing positions." he said, pushing her on her back. "Oh good." My wife responded by raising her legs, opening them wide and rubbing her waiting pussy. Dara placed his knees under her thighs, grabbed her ankles and then shoved his dick inside her cunt again. "Oh yeahhhhhh!!" she responded happily as the dick returned to her cunt. Dara let go of her legs and bent forward until his face was on top of hers. He kissed her and she kissed him back between moans. he put his hands on her head lovingly and she locked her hands behind his neck pulling him into an embrace. He was still wearing the robe and his ass, now covered by the robe, started humping back and forth as he fucked my wife missionary style. Menaka's legs were folded in the knees but obscenely hanging in the air and shaking as she got plowed. "You like this?" he asked. "Yessss." she responded in a high pitched voice. "It's so thick!" "Do you like getting fucked?" "Yes, I love getting fucked." she said, kissing him. "Then why did you make me wait so long?" Dara stopped his humping. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn." Menaka let out a squeal of disappointment. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull him back in. "Beg for it!" Dara snarkily said. He was now toying with my horny wife, fully aware that she had not been fucked for months. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 05 "I beg you..." "Beg me to what?" "Please, I beg you to fuck me." "Say you are a married high class memsaab who wants to get fucked by her watchman." "Yes, yes, I am a married high class memsaab who wants to, who needs to get fucked by her watchman." "Good girl!" he patted her cheeks and continued fucking her. The missionary style fucking continued like that for about five minutes, punctuated only by Dara's grunts and Menaka's unprecedented moans along with the sounds of their skin. I could not believe the sounds she was making. "Okay, get up!" Dara finally straightened and said. "I want to fuck you like a dog." Menaka obediently got on her hands and knees, facing away from the webcam. "Arch your back, bitch! Has your husband never fucked you doggy style?" he gently punched her waist. I also often had trouble getting Menaka to arch her back properly when I took her from behind. She just didn't instinctively realize how to make her ass stick out and expose her pussy in that position. With me that is. With Dara, she got in the correct position right away. "Look at that pussy! So nicely shaved, so wet, so tight despite having a kid." Dara obscenely ran his fingers up and down her ass crack. Menaka just moaned. "Get on with it already!" she said in annoyance after a minute or so. "Demanding!" Dara chuckled and got into position. He reached under her to grab her massive tits and started fucking her doggy style. Menaka's groans resumed as the fucking resumed. She seemed positively delirious with pleasure. The whole scene was so perverted. Doggy style is the most animalistic way of fucking. And here was my prim proper traditional wife taking our watchman's thick dick in her cunt in that position. Her hair fell around her face obscuring it. She could have been any random whore getting pummeled by this lowly gurkha. But she was my wife, I could not believe what I was seeing. Dara let go of her boobs. With one hand he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "Ahhh!!" Menaka shouted. He then took his other hand and spanked her big ass a couple of times. "Chal Dhanno! Hahaha" he stepped up the pace of his fucking and the room was filled with sounds of their thighs slapping and his spanks on her ass. That merciless pounding continued for several minutes. I was impressed with Dara's staying power considering this was the first time he was fucking her. "Oh, it's so amazing, your big round creamy ass. Vimla is so skinny. And her ass is very bony. But you, rich memsaab with your rich foods, you have a perfectly grabbable ass!" "OUCH!!" Menaka yelled at a particularly hard spank. After a while, Dara plopped over on his side and pulled Menaka with him. She was on the bed on her side, her back to him. And he started spoon-fucking her, as they kissed. Menaka's bald triangle of crotch looked so inviting between her legs as the dick kept pounding her. The big tits were flopped over sideways and jiggling with each stroke. Five minutes of this and then Dara sat up. "Come with me." he got off the bed. Menaka, looking like a trashy whore with her make-up smeared all over her face, followed him. He led her to the swiveling chair in front of the computer. "Bend down and put your forearms on the seat." Menaka did as was told. She was now bent over naked just inches from the webcam. The hair covered her face. her naked back rose up to her curvy as which then descended into her shapely legs. Dara grabbed her hips and started pounding her standing up. The wheels of the chair made her move back and forth as my wife now got fucked in her 5th position of the night. It had been over twenty minutes and Dara showed no signs of climaxing. I watched my naked wife standing bent over, squeal and shriek her way through what seemed like an orgasm as the pounding continued. I guessed that from this standing angle, his dick was rubbing against her g-spot inducing the orgasm. --- "OH GOD OHHH GODDDD OHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!" Menaka hollered through an orgasm so intense that I couldn't even blink while watching. It took me a while to realize that the intensely wild sight of my wife quaking her way through an orgasm had turned on Dara as much as it had turned me on. When the orgasm wore off and Dara stepped back, I noticed that his dick was covered in cum. I zoomed in on her ass and saw big gobs and streaks of cum leaking down her thighs. the fucking watchman had just dumped his seed inside my wife's cunt! Dara staggered backwards towards the bed and sat on it. "That was unbelievable!" he said. Menaka was still naked and bent over the chair. Slowly, she straightened, looking intensely satisfied and exhausted. Her knees buckled and she just slumped to the floor right there. And then, curled up in a fetal position. Dara got up with a concerned look on his face and squatted next to her. "Are you okay memsaab?" he lovingly stroked her ass. "Yeah, I'm fine." Menaka said, still breathing heavily. She looked a little embarrassed in the aftermath of what had just happened. "You are loud! Like a hyena!" "Shut up!" she slapped him and giggled. "Come on." he said, straightening. "Let's go wash up." "In a minute." she said in a whiny voice. "I am tired." "Tired already? Doesn't your husband fuck you that long?" "He does." she said, slowly sitting up. "But he isn't so...aggressive." And whose fault was that, I felt like asking her. With my many girlfriends, I was very rough and aggressive. I loved pulling hair, spanking asses, and trying a bunch of different positions. But Menaka always seemed like such a pure and pristine lady in her tastes that I didn't try to push her much. All these years, I had tried maybe 3-4 positions with her, because she always seemed so subdued. Little did I know that all these years, I could've personally unleashed the nympho inside her by being more assertive. Instead, it had taken a watchman to bring out the slut in her. "Maybe you should bring him to me for lessons." Dara said and chuckled. "Come on now!" "Eeeeee!" Menaka squealed as Dara bent down, put his hands on her waist and effortlessly picked her voluptuous body off the floor. I was impressed with the raw gurkha strength in his seemingly wiry body as he casually threw her body over his right shoulder, bent at the waist. Her full ass was curved perfectly next to his face as he carried my giggling wife to the bathroom. I could hear the sound of water flowing and a lot of giggles for the next couple of minutes. My wife and her lover were obviously washing each others bodies clean of all the sex juices. Finally Dara came out, the robe now tied up. He was followed by Menaka, with a towel wrapped around her body, tucked under her arms. "I'm going to get some water." he said and walked out of the room. Menaka nodded, walked over to the bed, and laid down on it, the towel still wrapped around her body. Her chest was heaving and there was a tired expression on her flushed face. Her hair was partially wet. After a few seconds, she turned on her side facing the webcam. She put her hands under her head and bent her knees partially and got into a position I knew. This meant that she was about to fall asleep soon. Sure enough, a minute or so, when Dara came back with a bottle of water in his hand, his married mistress was in slumberland. "Are you sleeping?" he asked. There was no reply. He smiled. He then took off my robe, took a big swig of water, and went to turn the lights off. As soon as the room went dark, the night vision setting kicked in and I started seeing things in shades of green. "Well done, my little slut." he whispered, kissing Menaka gently on the cheeks as he got on the bed behind her. "I'll let you rest for a while, but the night is still young." He then put one arm around my wife's waist, and slid closer, spooning her. And then was silent. I watched the idle scene in green for a few minutes. My wife and her watchman lover slept cuddling like a loving couple. I decided to get up and take a a break. It was morning in Manila. I went to the shower and jacked off, emptying my stuffed balls all over the bathroom floor. Then I got dressed and headed out to the mess hall to get some breakfast. It looked like they would be resting for at least a while. I was sure I had time to get some grub and coffee. When I returned about 15 minutes later, the scene had changed a little, thankfully towards the erotic side. No, there was no action happening. It was still all green and they were still asleep. But Menaka had obviously turned over on her other side, something she tended to do a lot. She was now sleeping facing away from the camera. But the motion had made her towel come loose and it lay wrinkled under her. I could now see my wife's big naked creamy ass and her watchman lover's palm on her left ass cheek as she slept in his arms. I stared at the erotic sight of those two naked individuals sleeping cuddled together, as I constructed various scenarios in my mind about just how I would fuck my wife when I met her in ten days. I was going to try all the positions Dara had tried and also a dozen more of my own. But as I thought up all the positions staring at the green scene, the green eyed monster started making his presence felt too. I started feeling jealous, and even insecure about what had happened. It had been amply clear that Menaka had enjoyed her first time with Dara a lot more than the hundreds of times with me. And it was more than just the thickness of his dick. I am quite well endowed too. As I watched my wife lovingly snuggled up in the watchman's arms, it struck me that it was more than just physical. She had chosen Dara on her own, without too much prodding. Contrast that with her marriage to me, which was arranged. We had not fallen in love "organically" so to say. We never had the kind of raw passion I had with Neha. My wife, raised in a conservative setting, had pretty much been handed over to her first husband and then to me. But what she had with Dara was more primal, more instinctive. Her constant insecurity about Vimla, her little gestures like wearing a red sari or shaving her pussy, or even just the way she hollered and talked during sex. I didn't know if she realized it, but she was clearly in a deeper relationship with the guy than when she had started out. And what scared me was that Dara clearly seemed to recognize it. For another half hour or so, I kept mulling these thoughts, getting more and more paranoid. At the same time, I could not deny the arousal I was feeling. "Ummmmmm.." Menaka stirred first, much to my surprise. I had expected Dara to eventually wake my wife and mount her again. I watched as she slowly sat up, pushing his hand off her ass. And then inhaled sharply as her hands felt her naked body. She looked for a couple of seconds at Dara and tensed up. My guess was that it took her a couple of seconds to remember where she was and what she had done. She sat on the bed with her legs folded and put her face in her hands. She seemed to be expressing a random pang of guilt, judging by her body language. Finally she raised her head and looked past Dara. She got on her knees and bent over to reach across him, once again giving me a great look at her naked ass even in that green dim light. She picked up the bottle of water he had been drinking from, sat back down on her ass again and thirstily emptied whatever was in it. She put the bottle on the floor and then sat on the bed with folded knees. She looked over at her lover and whispered, "Are you sleeping?" "Hrnxxx..." he sleepily mumbled and turned over on his back. Until then he had been sleeping on his side. His legs spread wide apart and his entire dick and backs came into view and became accessible. "Hello?" she said again, and this time gently poked his flaccid dick, and giggled a little. No response. "Some watchman you are." she whispered again and giggled to herself. I watched, fascinated, as my wife sat next to her new lover, with her hand gently stroking his dick. In a few seconds, it started responding, although Dara's chest was still heaving slowly like a man in deep slumber. I had naively expected the horny watchman to wake up my sleeping wife for a second bout that night. Instead my horny wife seemed to be naughtily trying to wake him up, not by shaking his shoulder, but shaking his dick. I was alternating between watching Menaka's hands and her face. A cheshire cat smile was spreading across her face. And I soon understood why. She got up on her knees, moved on them until she was between Dara's legs, facing him. And then I watched my wife lower her beautiful face and take our watchman's dick in her mouth. She was trying to wake him up in the best way a man can ever be woken up. I had been woken up like that a few times. but always by my booty calls, never by my wife. --- It was unbelievable to comprehend this new level of depravity that my wife had crossed. Not only was she initiating sex, but she was doing it in a way that belied her new sluttish side. The demure housewife and mother of my child that I had left behind months ago seemed like a completely different person compared to this tart who was on her knees and elbows, her full round ass sticking up in the air as her mouth hungrily engulfed the rapidly stiffening cock of our watchman. I finally managed to tear my eyes off Menaka and examined Dara. I wondered if he was pretending to sleep, enjoying this new subservient position the naked memsaab had assumed between his legs. But if he was pretending, he was a professional actor. His breathing was still slow, his face still calm, although his body was squirming a little. Menaka continued to suck his dick for a good five minutes or so, bringing it to full attention. It was only when she took the dick out of her mouth and tried to swallow one of his hairy testicles that he suddenly stirred. "Whhhhoooo?" he jerked awake and sat up. "Memsaab?" "Mmmmmhmmm?" my wife answered, wrapping her lips around his dick again. He came to terms with what was happening, and I saw him smile. "At least turn the lights on, memsaab, so I can see your luscious body." he said. Menaka skipped off the bed and turned the lights on. In the bright light, my wife looked even trashier than in the green night vision. Her hair disheveled and her body covered with sweat, she walked back to the bed. She got on her hands and knees again to take Dara's dick in her mouth but he pulled her on top of him. He made her straddle him at the waist, his erect thick dick poking against her ass as he pulled her down for a kiss. "How...did you...survive in the army like this? Sleeping...through so much?" Menaka playfully asked Dara between kisses. "Haha, if the enemy had soldiers like you, I would not have." he replied, grabbing her naked ass with his hands and squeezing it as his dick gently thumped against it. Menaka took her right hand off the watchman's head and stretched it behind her as, reaching for his dick. She grabbed it and raised her crotch to align it with her pussy. "I am not sure if it's a good idea to keep you on as our watchman if your sleep is so deep." she said. "Speaking of deep." Dara gently thrust his hips upwards as his dick entered my wife's cunt for the second time that night. "Ahhhhhhhhh..." Menaka happily moaned as she lowered herself onto the thick cock. "Maybe I can quit and be your personal bodyguard instead." Dara said as Menaka, pivoting on her knees, started moving her ass back and forth, now taking charge of the fucking. Her torso was straight and her tits swayed slightly as she put both hands on his chest for support and slowly started fucking him. "Mmmmmm..." Menaka said between thrusts as she rode our watchman, "but I don't think I can pay you..." "If every night is like tonight, I don't need payment. Food, sex, and a soft bed. What more can a man ask for?" Menaka bent forward, folding her elbows, and shifted from a back-and-forth motion to an up and down motion, her ass bouncing on his thighs. I could hear the now familiar sounds of their skins slapping as she started riding him at a harder pace. In this bent position, her huge jugs hung from her chest over his face. He raised his face a little and the tits started gently thumping into it with every stroke. He poked his tongue out and licked her nipples a couple of times when they hung close enough. "This is one of my favorite things in sex." he said. "What is?" Menaka asked in a slightly hoarse voice between moans. "When a woman with big tits rides you and her tits slap against your face." "Hehe." Menaka said and squeezed her own tits and then made them slap against his cheeks even more. My wife bounced up and down on the watchman's cock for the next several minutes, purposely making her tits slap against his face by bending down strategically. Dara's lips and teeth nibbled at the tits as his hands stayed firmly on her ass, squeezing and spanking it. They were both grunting and moaning throughout in the most obscene ways imaginable. "Turn around." Dara grabbed Menaka's tits and stopped her. "I was to see your ass as you ride me, memsaab." Menaka bent down and kissed Dara long and hard. Then she lifted herself off his cock, and turned 180 degrees on her knees. Soon my wife was riding our watchman reverse cowgirl style. She played with her own huge tits, squeezing and licking them as her ass kept moving back and forth. Dara first just stared at her pulsating full ass cheeks on his waist for a couple of minutes. I could imagine the divine view he must be getting. Her ass parting and closing, giving him a look at her asshole as well as his own dick buried inside her cunt lips. I envied him. He put his hands on her naked waist and then slowly his fingers converged on her ass crack which he started poking and caressing. "Mmmmmm." Menaka moaned. "This position feels so good." "Your ass looks so good." Dara responded. "And your asshole looks so inviting." He stuck out his index finger and I saw him press it into her ass. "OWWWW!! DON'T!!" Menaka stretched one hand back and slapped his hand away. She had used her authoritative voice like a true memsaab. I could see a brief look of resentment flash on Dara's face but he decided to let it go. I am sure he realized that he had already made great progress tonight. "I love the way your ass looks..." he said after a couple of minutes. "But I miss your tits." Dara grabbed my wife's arms and pulled her shoulders back. And then he turned sideways with her facing the camera. Menaka was now on her left side, her back to Dara. Her right leg, bent in the knee, hung in the air. As her lover took charge of the pounding, she wrapped her right arm around his back for support. And I watched her sweaty naked pussy mound glisten and her tits quake as Dara grabbed them and started fucking her really hard from behind. "OYAAAAAAA!!" Menaka cried out in pleasure at the hectic pace of the fucking. The bed was creaking with the pressure of their intense fucking. Menaka looked a little bit like a spider on its side, her four limbs all stretched out in four different directions. Her eyes were close and her mouth was open in a wide blissful way. Dara kept biting her ears and kissing her necks and his hands mauled her tits as he fucked her in this position. After a couple of minutes, his right hand moved from her tits to her pussy and started fingering her clit. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Menaka squirmed even between that quaking. For the next few minutes, I watched our watchman give my wife the pounding of her life on our bed while he played with her clit. It was no surprise when Menaka started screeching and shaking her way through yet another penetrative orgasm. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 06 Things were quiet after that. Menaka was sleeping on the chair, curled up. Dara had turned off the lights and was splayed out on the bed like he owned the place. I watched the scene calmly for several minutes until I started feeling sleepy too. It was morning in Manila but I had been up most of the night. I shifted to my bunk bed but before that, I put on my wireless headphone. So if there was any noise back in my Mumbai bedroom, I would wake up. And then I fell asleep. "Yeah Banke..." I was awoken by Dara's whispering voice blaring in my ears. I stumbled out of my bed and rushed to the computer screen to see when Menaka's other lover or half lover had joined the scene. But he wasn't there. Dara was talking to him on the phone in a low voice to prevent waking my wife up. "Yeah, it went even better than I expected...yes...hahaha...yes...okay listen..." "Mmmmm?" Menaka slowly stirred on the chair where she was still naked. "Nothing, memsaab." Dara said to her and walked out of the room with the phone to his ear. I watched my well-fucked wife slowly raise her head and open her eyes. The room was filled with dawn's early light. She gingerly stepped off the chair, and looked around, confused. Then she slipped on her panties and moved to the bed and closed her eyes again. Soon her naked breasts were heaving again. A couple of minutes later, Dara walked back into the room, fully naked. He saw Menaka on the bed, got behind her and laid down, clasping her naked breasts. Menaka felt his body next to hers and moved her head from the pillow to his well tones arm. "What time is it?" she sleepily asked. "A little after 6." our watchman replied, kissing my wife's neck. She reached back with her hand and gently stroked his cheek. Dara played with her naked tits for a while and then his hand went lower and slipped into her panties. Menaka sleepily moaned as he started fingering her. "Ready for another round?" he whispered in her ear. "As you can feel on your ass, I am!" "Mmmmmmm." Menaka smiled with her eyes still closed as his fingers started moving in her panties. "I'll take that as a yes." Dara seemed really impatient because he didn't even bother to take her panties off. Just lifted her right leg slightly, pushed aside the crotch of her panties, and shoved his dick into her cunt once again. It slipped in quite easily. Soon he was fucking her gently, making her remaining sleepiness disappear with each stroke. Menaka had her right hand wrapped behind her lover's ass and was almost pulling him deeper into her cunt. "Ride me again like last night." he said after a while. Menaka nodded, turned around and straddled him, taking his dick inside her easily. Her panties were still on. Dara slipped his hands inside the back and started massaging her ass as he enjoyed the slapping of her boobs against his face. Menaka put both her hands on his chest and started grinding her ass back and forth as she took control of the fucking. After a couple of minutes, she suddenly stopped and looked behind her with a panicked expression on her face. I could understand why. I had heard the sound of the front door opening and closing shut loudly. "What the hell? Someone is breaking in!" she said, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around her. She tried to get up, but Dara moved his hands from his ass to her waist and held her firmly in place. "Relax, memsaab. It's just Banke. I told him to get us some chai and breakfast." Sure enough, Banke walked into the room holding a thermos and a plastic bag in his hand. As soon as he walked in, his eyes went wide at the sight of Menaka, although covered now in a blanket, on top of his older friend. "Oh, I'm sorry..." he said, blushing, "I didn't know..." And he turned around to walk out of the room. But Dara emphatically said, "Wait!" Banke stopped, but his back was still to them. "What do you mean wait?" Menaka said, sounding genuinely upset. "Are you insane?" She finally managed to wrestle free of Dara's grip and rolled off him, sitting next to him with the blanket wrapped around her. "It's nothing he hasn't seen before, hahaha." Dara chuckled and tugged at the blanket exposing Menaka's boobs. But Menaka tugged back and covered them again. "Banke, OUT!!" she yelled. "Jee, memsaab." he said and walked out, closing the door behind him. Now she faced Dara and glared at him. "You're crossing your limits." she scolded him. But he still had a cocky grin on his face. "What's the big deal? He's already seen so much." "Yes, but while we are having sex?" "So what? Poor guy deserves a show. Besides, you've already sucked his dick." "I told you, that was a one time thing!" "Vimla doesn't mind him watching. In fact she even lets him..." "Well, I am NOT Vimla!" Menaka also screamed, rolled off the bed and started getting dressed. "Aren't you going to finish what you started?" Dara asked, sounding a little cross. "No!" Menaka said with a note of finality and Dara decided not to push the issue. Within a minutes, Menaka had put on her bra, straightened her panties, and then slipped on a loose pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Dara watched her carefully, as did I, wondering what she would say next. "Let's at least have breakfast with the poor guy." Dara said, putting my robe on again. Menaka turned around and glared at Dara again, with her hands folded over her chest. "Fine." she eventually said. "But no funny business in front of him. In your house, I did what you said. My house, my rules." Dara shrugged and walked out of the bedroom with her. - I sat watching the empty bedroom for about half hour, catching up with my emails side by side. I could hear muffled sounds of talking punctuated by occasional laughter and giggling coming from the three of them, but even with the enhanced filters, I couldn't make out what was being said. I was a little disappointed by Menaka stopping the progress of her debauchery. Having sex with Dara with Banke watching or even joining in would have been awesome. But I guess she had done enough for the night by her standards. I sat watching in the hope that I might get to see more action. What greeted me instead was some unexpected intrigue that made me wonder if the woman I had been watching really was my wife. Menaka walked into the bedroom after a long time and started pulling the sheet off the bed. She also started straightening out some of the other mess that the night's activity had created. She was still wearing her shorts and t-shirt. Shortly, Banke walked in on tiptoes as her back was towards the door. She was bent over picking her clothes from the floor when he stood behind her and swiftly pulled her shorts down exposing her ass. "Aaaaaa!" Menaka jumped forward, pulling her shorts up again. "Are you crazy?" She whispered the last part, making me wonder why. "Relax, he is in your other bathroom taking a shower." Banke said and pulled her into his embrace. Menaka struggled a little and said, "He could return any minute!" "That door squeaks. We'll hear him when he gets out." Banke slipped his hands down my wife's shorts and started fondling her ass. "It's still risky!" she finally wrestled free of him. Banke looked a little disappointed, but kept his hands to himself. He walked to the door and stood there, looking outside. "Did you tell him?" he asked. "Of course not." Menaka said, turning around to face him. "Did you?" "No." Banke stayed silent for a few moments and then said. "If you hadn't created a scene, we wouldn't have needed to." "What do you mean?" "When I walked in. Instead of acting so shy and scandalized, you could've just let me join in. All he really cares about is being in control. As long as I fucked you in front of him with his blessings, it would've been okay." Menaka glared at him and said, "Okay Banke...I know that the last few weeks, I have given you both reasons to believe I have no limits or standards. But I do. And a threesome is definitely beyond my limits." "What's the big deal? You sucked our dicks together, remember?" "That was just one time. And because we got caught by him. And I didn't want to let him know that you had already fucked me before him. You know how he got last time." I almost jumped off the chair because of this bombshell. She had already had sex with Banke? When? Why didn't she tell me? "Yeah, yeah, I know. Still..." "See, I don't really care if you wanna tell him." Menaka shrugged. "No, not yet." "You're the one who was scared first, remember?" "Yeah I know." Banke sighed. "Still, I can't help but feel jealous. How...how was he?" "What do you mean?" "Sex with him...compared to me..." "It's not a contest." Menaka said. "So he was better?" "I didn't say that. Why are you so insecure?" "He said you shaved your pussy for him." "He thinks so." "So you didn't?" "Stop interrogating me!" "Okay, fine." Banke walked up to her and tried to hug her again. This time she relented. "So when do I get my turn again?" "That's up to you. How will you sneak away?" "I'll try to think of something." Banke said, then suddenly letting Menaka go, whispered. "He's coming." And he rushed out of the room. Dara walked into the room, his semi-erect dick swinging as he dried his naked body with one of our towels. I watched the cocky expression on his face and smiled at how clueless he was that he was being cheated on, sort of. Of course, the irony of me feeling amused at his ignorance didn't escape me. Menaka had hidden a lot from me too. -- "Banke, you can go sleep now." he loudly said. Soon I heard the sound of the front door closing. I was expecting Dara to continue their interrupted last session. But he started putting his clothes on. "I have to go wash cars." he said by way of explanation. Menaka nodded and started walking towards the computer. Soon she was just a foot away from the webcam. She sat on the chair that she had been fucked on and slept on a few hours and and started working on the computer. I waited with bated breath, wondering if the spyware was really as good as my friend had said. Would she detect that everything was being broadcast? Turns out she didn't. She soon started typing something...I assumed an email to me describing what had happened. "Did Banke try to cop a feel or something while I was in the bathroom?" Dara asked with a smirk, now fully dressed. "No." Menaka curtly replied and kept typing. "Poor guy. You are too hard on him." Dara said, coming close to Menaka and squeezing her tits over the tits. "What would there have been in letting him watch us? He has already seen so much. Maybe you could've even sucked his dick again." Menaka stopped typing and turned around to face Dara. "So what do you want me to do eventually? Sleep with him too like your beloved Vimla does?" she asked pointedly. "No no, of course not!" Dara said in a dismissive tone. "He is just a nice guy learning his way in the world so watching a master at work might've been helpful, that's all. Remember, I didn't ask you to suck his dick. You were doing it willingly when I walked in that day. So i thought you might not mind doing it again." "I told you, that was a one time thing!" she snapped. He smiled, bent down, and kissed Menaka while rubbing her back and said in a gentle tone, "And you need to stop obsessing over Vimla after last night. Vimla is dal-roti. When a man is starving, he'll happily have dal-roti. And share it with a starving friend. You memsaab, are biryani. I might give my friend a taste but I am not sharing the whole biryani with him. I'll give him dal roti and have most of the biryani myself." Menaka giggled at the weird metaphor. "Will you also keep having the dal roti on the side?" "Why would I if I regularly get the biryani. Vimla is all Banke's now. She won't care. She just has to have her needs satisfied because her drunkard husband can't." It was news to me that Vimla was married as well. Dara certainly had a type. "And what if Banke gets bored of the dal roti tries to have the biryani when you're not around?" Menaka extended the metaphor. "You mean if he tries to go beyond just a little fondling and so on? Tries to have sex with you?" "Yeah, then?" Dara's face got really serious. "Banke would never dare to do something like that. He knows what I'll do to him. But if he does every try to force himself on you, just let me know." he hotly said. "What if he doesn't force himself? What if...the biryani wants to..." Menaka started saying in a mocking tone but couldn't finish her sentence because Dara reached over and grabbed her hair. "Ouch...I was just joking..." "Listen, memsaab." he said in a threatening tone. "Don't even joke about something like that. We are in a relationship now. I will not tolerate being deceived or betrayed like that, I don't find even the idea funny. So don't even think about it. I am having trouble even coming to terms with the fact that once your husband is back he'll have sex with you behind my back. But he is your husband, so I have no choice. But if you try something with Banke or anyone else..." "Relax." Menaka said defensively, sounding a little scared. "Don't worry about it." "Remember the last time you tried something behind my back with Banke? How I punished you?" "Yes." she said in a quivering voice. "Don't make me hurt you again." he said, now in a gentle tone letting her hair go. "I don't like to hurt you. Your perfect body is meant to be enjoyed not beaten." "Again, I was just joking. I am sorry." Menaka said sounding like a repentant child. "Good." he gently caressed her cheeks. "Okay, now I have to go. I will try to come back in between if I can get Banke to cover for me for a while. But he has been up all night so might spend the day sleeping. But I'll try. When will your son return?" "Afternoon. School bus as usual." "Okay, I hope Banke wakes up well before that." He walked out. Menaka just sat on the chair facing away from the webcam. I could see from the movement of her shoulders that she was breathing heavily. "Shit, what have I gotten myself into?" she said to herself in a worried voice. Then she turned around and started typing again. I seriously hoped it was an email to me about the situation. - I watched Menaka typing for a minute or so. Her face wore a blank look as she stared at the keyboard and typed. Even in that situation, I could not help admire how her big tits gently shook with the movements of her hands. Menaka's last email describing major developments had been really long and I expected this one to be the same. Unnecessary in a way because I had seen everything. But she didn't know that. I was looking forward to how she described the events in her own words. How much she hid from me. So I was surprised when Menaka got up soon, moved to the bed, and laid down with her cellphone in her hand. I thought she was taking a short break. But then my email alert pinged. I checked my inbox. It was from her. "Dearest Prakash Please call me when you get the time. I know you'll want to know about what happened at night. I know I promised to write you an email like last time. But I don't feel like writing a long email right now. love you Menaka" I read the email and then switched back to the webcam feed. Menaka was still on the bed with the phone in her hand. I picked up my phone to call her. But then stopped. I had to think about a few things before I spoke with her. The last several hours had been quite an emotional roller coaster ride for me. It had been erotic to see my wife in real time getting fucked by our watchman but it was also a little difficult. Plus there was the fact that she had clearly lied to me. Or at least hidden facts from me. Why did she have to do that? I had given my blessings to the whole operation. And Menaka wasn't a deceptive person by nature. And the whole thing with two timing Banke and Dara. It had made me livid to see and hear Dara threaten my beloved wife towards the end. He didn't own her. I had partly understood his previous arguments to Menaka about how he was feeling treated like a lowly servant but this possessiveness accompanied by threats was a bit too much. Why had Menaka let herself get into this mess when she could have just kept things simple? And as I thought about that, I realized that the answer to my first question probably lay in the second one. Menaka had hidden things from me precisely because of the mess she had gotten herself into. She knew she had my utmost approval to have sex but given how annoyed I was feeling about the two-timing mess, she thought...and rightly...that I would be annoyed by it. If she told me, I would probably get upset at her stupidity. And I was upset. But at the same time, I couldn't totally fault her. She had led a sheltered conservative life and devoted almost a decade to building my family life. She was inexperienced in the games of love and sex. She was only now starting to experiment with her sexuality. So if she made a couple of blunders in this relatively early stage, so what? I myself had made some really bad decisions early in my sex life. Then there was the question of what my approach to the phone call should be. Should I just tell her that I know everything? But how would I explain that? By admitting that I had tricked her into letting me spy on her all night? Even between husband and wife, that was an uncomfortably creepy thing to admit to. What if she got really upset? No, there was no way I could tell her what I had done. At least not over the phone right away. In person when I returned to Bombay, perhaps. So how do I approach the phone call? Play along? What if she lied some more? I went through a lot of such internal debates for about ten minutes, staring at the image of my wife lying on the very bed on which she had been thoroughly fucked by our watchman a few hours ago. Finally I felt ready to make the call. I unplugged the speakers and the headphones so the sound from the computer wouldn't create a feedback. But I kept the webcam feed on and kept watching her. I dialed her number. There was a 2 second delay in the webcam feed. "Hi slut!" I said in a rehearsed joking voice. "Got nicely fucked by the watchman?" "Prakash!!" she said in a whiny voice and a terse expression on her face. "Don't call me a slut. It makes me feel bad about myself." "Okay, sorry. But you didn't answer my question." "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes, Dara and I...we did it." I could see her blush and cover her face on the screen. "Congratulations!" I said, half sincerely. "How was he?" "Not bad." she said laconically. I had already heard her say to Banke that she didn't like comparative questions so I steered clear of those though they sprang up in my mind. After all, I had seen the sex on the screen. It was obvious that she had enjoyed it a lot more than any time with me. "So...details?" I left the question open-ended. She thought for a few seconds before answering, as if deciding how much it was okay to share. "He came over late at night. We had dinner. Then we went to the bedroom. We did our usual thing of making out, oral, etc. Then when he started doing his thing of...you know...rubbing his penis against me down there...I think he sensed I was ready..." "What made him sense it?" I asked, wondering if she'd mention the red sari or the shaved pussy or the conversation about Vimla. "Just my body language I guess. He asked me if he could put it in. I nodded. And...well...it happened." She was silent. "Okay..." I said, hoping for more details. "Are you mad at me?" "No, I told you to go ahead, remember?" Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 06 "Still, saying it is one thing." "Honey, I am fine. I play around and now so have you. No big deal." I said. "So...how did it feel to be penetrated by the first cock after mine?" I phrased the question that way to give her an opening to tell me about Banke. "Actually..." she said and then stopped. "Yes?" I said hopefully. I watched the expression on her face which clearly suggested an internal struggled. "Actually...it felt very similar to yours." she finally said. And that was the first actual lie. Until now she had only hidden things from me. Not coming clean about Banke right now fell in that category. But telling me it felt very similar to mine was an obvious lie. I had seen how thick it was and heard her yell about how thick it was. Her reaction to Dara's penetration had been anything but similar to when I fucked her. I felt a surge of anger, but calmed myself saying she was probably doing it to protect my male ego. "Similar, eh?" I finally said. "Yeah." "What else?" "What else...I don't know...it feels weird talking about it..." "I understand." I said, not wanting to pressure her too much. "Whatever sticks out in your memory..." "He was...energetic...a lot more than what I'd expect from a man his age." "Energetic how?" "You know...in terms of pace and how long he lasted and all that." she said and two seconds later I saw her blush. "How long did he last?" I asked. "About 15 minutes or so." "Hmmm..." I replayed the image in my mind of her hollering through the sort of orgasm she had never had with me. "What else?" "That's it I guess. Like I said, feels weird describing such stuff." she shrugged. "How many times did you do it?" "Just that one time." another lie but I let it go. "Was he there all night?" "He left in the morning." "He didn't want to do it again?" "He did, but I didn't feel like it." Again, I gave her the benefit of the doubt and assumed it was a lie meant to protect my male ego because we rarely if ever did it more than once a night. In being totally honest with me about how they had actually fucked three times and how she had initiated sex once, she might've felt like I would've felt threatened. "Hmmm...so you are satisfied?" "It was nice." "You plan to keep doing it with him?" "Maybe." "What about Banke?" I asked an open-ended question. "What about him?" she sharply countered. "Was he there? Did he watch? Try to join in." "No. I haven't seen him in a couple of days." I could sense the tension in her voice. This was clearly a sore point. "Maybe he'll want his turn next?" I said, trying to sound jocular. Menaka was silent for a few seconds. On the screen, I saw her chest heave and her face wear a tense expression. "Prakash, I have to hang up. There is someone at the door." Another lie. But I let it go again. "Okay. Should I call you back in a few minutes?" "No, I have to go meet...Alka for a while." "Okay." "I will message you in a few hours." And she hung up. And then just lay there on the bed. There was no one at the door as I knew. But the topic of Banke seemed to make her panic. I cursed myself for bringing it up. She put her phone on the bed, covered her face in her hands and just stayed still. ----- Menaka stayed on the bed for a while and I kept staring at her until I realized that she had fallen asleep again. The night had been a tiring one for her, so that was no surprise. I thought about the conversation a bit. Then I remembered a document I had to finish and send to my boss so I kept the feed open and the volume on high and started working on it. It was about 45 minutes when there was some sound from the Bombay feed. It seemed like the sound of the front door opening. I instantly switched to the video. My wife was still sleeping on the bed. A few seconds later, Banke walked in. He was holding a bunch of keys in his hand so I assumed he had used one of the spare keys to open the door. He stood by the bed and looked at the sleeping form of Menaka. Then he got down on his knees and gently touched her arm. "Memsaab, wake up." he softly said, shaking her. "Mmmm?" Menaka sleepily replied. "It's me, Banke." he shook her again. "Banke??!!" Menaka suddenly sat up. "What are you doing here?" "I sneaked away from the shack. Dara still thinks I am sleeping. He is busy at the main gate." he sat on the bed next to her. Menaka yawned and stretched sitting on the bed. Then she said, "You shouldn't be here, Banke. It's too risky." "I know." he rubbed her shoulder. "But I couldn't help myself." "I am serious, Banke." Menaka sounded really worried. "If Dara finds out, we both will be in big trouble!" "You let me worry about Dara." Banke said, leaning in to hug my wife but she pulled away and stood up. "Let you worry about him? I would if you weren't so terrified of him. And to be honest, I am too!" "Memsaab, Dara is just...old fashioned. And old. Don't worry..." he got up and tried to hug her again. This time, Menaka did not push him away. She let the big young man wrap his arms around her and kiss her neck while squeezing her boobs. She seemed to get lost in his virile embrace for a while before saying, "If you aren't afraid of Dara, why don't you tell him what you did that day?" "What did I do?" he asked, continuing to fondle her. "You took advantage of him being busy and me being in a vulnerable position and ambushed me." "You think of it as an ambush?" "Wasn't it? I was almost naked, wearing just a bra, bent over cleaning the corners when you just grabbed me and held me down. And penetrated me despite my protests!" "Okay, maybe it started out like that...but I couldn't help myself. I had been sporting a perpetual hard-on looking at your naked ass and big boobs. When I walked in and saw you bent over with your ass like that, the animal in me acted instinctively. I just mounted you. But you could have stopped me!" "How could I stop a big strong lug like you when you hold me down and penetrate me? And I told you to stop!" Menaka tried to sound offended but her tone was husky. "Your mouth said no but your went cunt said yes!" Banke slipped a hand down Menaka's shorts. "Nonsense!" my wife closed her eyes, leaned back on his chest and said. "Even your mouth said no for only a little while. Soon you were moaning happily." "Mmmmmm..." He had started finger fucking her standing up. "Yes, like that. You were clearly enjoying it then like you are enjoying it now." Banke smiled. That made Menaka stop and push him away. She took a couple of steps away from him and countered, "Banke, come on! Dara had made me strip almost naked and worked on me for hours. Of course I was aroused. And yes, my body did welcome the elusive penetration. My husband has been away for months. I was starved for sex. And I didn't instantly stop you. But that doesn't mean it was a good idea." "You liked it then. I still remember how your skin trembled in delight with every stroke of my big dick." "Shut up!" "You liked my big dick...it's much bigger than Dara's. And your cunt felt so tight but yet so warm and alive..." "Banke, stop!" Menaka almost yelled. "It was a mistake. And you know it was a mistake. If it wasn't, why did you pull out and step back as soon as you heard Dara approaching outside?" "If you really thought it was a mistake, why did you then rush to me and start sucking my dick?" Banke countered. "You idiot, that was the only way to explain the situation without letting Dara know!" Menaka slapped Banke hard on his cheek. "You half naked with your dick erect and covered with my juices...me almost naked. Dara would have understood immediately that we were having sex. I had no choice but to go down on my knees and take your dick in my mouth to clean it up and pretend that I was just giving you a blowjob." Banke's shoulders slumped. "Yeah, I know. And I am thankful for that." he said wanly. "It's so unfair...it's not like you are his wife. He is an old man!" "An old man who can still beat you up, obviously." Menaka said sarcastically. Dara said nothing. He hugged Menaka again and slipped his hands down the back of her shorts, fondling her ass. "Please memsaab...just once." "Once what?" Menaka asked, her breathing a little heavier. "Let me do it again." "What about Dara?" "He's still busy. Please, just a quickie." Menaka seemed comfortable in his big burly embrace. She rubbed her hands against his big biceps and said, "Okay, but quickly." "YES!" Banke exulted. He roughly turned Menaka around and pushed her shoulders down. She put her hands on the bed for support and bent over. "Easy!" she whispered. "Can't wait much longer." Banke said and whipped out his erect dick. It really was quite huge. Almost 9 inches long with a thick head. I watched spellbound as this other watchman kept my wife bent over. He pulled down her shorts and panties. And then unceremoniously and rather clumsily, entered her from behind. "Aaaaahhhhh!" Menaka cried out because of the pain of the huge organ invading her insides. "Take your top off!" Banke demanded as he started pounding my wife in quick hard strokes. She complied, stripping her t-shirt off while still bent over. Soon she was wearing just her bra, which is how I guess Banke had first fucked her. As I watched my by-now slutty wife getting fucked by her other lover in our bedroom, I couldn't hep but mentally critique what I was seeing. Banke had a huge cock but he was clearly inexperienced and not very skillful in the art of sex. Watching Dara fuck her had been almost emasculating because that old man had game! Banke seemed to rely solely on the size of his cock and his instincts when it came to sex were almost like a caveman. He just put his brawn hands on my wife's naked waist to keep her bent over and pounded her cunt rapidly. No foreplay, no caressing, no clit play, no variation. Menaka was grunting in response to each stroke, but not as passionately as I remembered her being with Dara. She was taking the assault on her cunt almost as a chore or a favor. It wasn't very impressive in the sense of technique. But it was still incredibly arousing to see my wife, the mother of my child, clad in just a bra, bent over in our bedroom and getting fucked by another watchman. Banke didn't last very long. I guess he had a lot of jizz built up because he came on her ass in just 2-3 minutes. Menaka hadn't even reached the early stages of her orgasm as I could see. She just stayed bent over with the young buck's jizz on her ass. Then she straightened and walked to the bathroom. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 07 I sat staring at my phone waiting for it to ring. It was almost time. Almost 4 PM in Bombay. It had been over forty eight hours since I had last seen Menaka on my computer screen getting clumsily fucked by Banke in our bedroom. For a variety of reasons that I will soon go into, I hadn't been able to keep monitoring her progress over the computer and the couple of times we had spoken had been very short conversations. I was dying to hear her voice again. Finally the phone rang. "Hey, finally!" I replied. "Hello Prakash. How are you?" she sounded a little tired. I wondered if she had just been fucked by one of her lovers again. But it was unlikely given that our son was probably there with her. "I am doing fine. Just a little tired with all the crazy work." I replied. "How have you been?" "I'm okay." she laconically said and was silent. "Well...any developments on the Dara front?" "Nothing much. We had sex again two days ago in the afternoon before Ayan came home." "Where?" "In the living room on the sofa." This part at least was true and gelled with what I had observed. That day after Banke left, Menaka had taken another nap. A couple of hours later, the door bell rang. She walked out of the bedroom. I could faintly hear Dara's voice coming from the living room. But they just stayed there. I watched the empty bedroom for about half an hour as I could make out a mixture of voices coming from the living room. The murmurs had gone from conversational to tender, and then there were faint sounds of moans and grunts. I had Menaka's orgasmic hollers after a while. Then things quitened down. And ten minutes later, my wife walked into the bedroom, completely naked and sweaty looking well fucked. In about 12 hours, she had now been fucked 5 times including the interrupted session earlier in the morning. There was exhaustion in her body language but her face also had an aura of satisfaction. She headed to the bathroom, had a long bath, and then started getting dressed in a salwar kameez, one of her regular ones. The sex for the day seemed to have ended because then she left the bedroom and didn't return as long as I watched. "On the sofa huh?" I asked. "In what position?" "From behind." "You mean in the ass?" "WHAT??? NOOO!! Are you crazy? Just regular." "Does he play with your asshole?" "Prakash!!" she sounded bashful. "I can't share such details right now." "Come on. The guy has managed to seduce you pretty easily considering you are a high class memsaab and he is a lowly watchman. Your ass is very inviting. Surely he wants to try that too." "He did mention it indirectly once but I shot him down. It is NOT something I will do, not even with you." "I know you won't do it with me. But you might with him." I couldn't help but let a little bitterness show. Menaka went silent. She had clearly detected my tone too. "Prakash, you are the man I love. You are the center of my world." she said earnestly. "If you are feeling resentful in any way..." "No no, sorry, I didn't mean it that way." I backtracked. "Anyway, how many times has he fucked you since?" "Not at all. Ayan came back. It was a Friday. Today it's Sunday. I've been busy with Ayan ever since. No chance of anything with Dara." "Not even late at night when Ayan is deep asleep in his room? You've played around at night before with him." "Yes, but that was impulsive stupidity. I don't want to risk waking him up." "With your orgasmic screams?" A few seconds silence. "I don't scream during orgasms. You know that." she lied. I felt like prodding her a little, but I let it drop. "True. So has Dara cooperated? With him not getting his hands on you for 48 hours, maybe he is spending time with Vimla." I touched a pain point. "Maybe." Menaka testily said, barely concealing the jealousy in her voice. Then she probably realized what she was conveying and changed the subject. "Anyway, how have you been? Still busy with that major engine malfunction?" "Yeah, it's been 18 hour shifts since that damn thing conked off. We'll probably get it fixed later today and then leave port." "So ten more days." she said. She sounded partly wistful. "Yep, ten more days and Dara will have to share you with me." "No sharing. I don't plan to continue this when you are here." she said pointedly and then added a little too enthusiastically. "When you are here, you satisfy my needs. I don't have to play with anyone else." "That's good to know." I gave her the response she expected although in my mind, I again felt a pang of jealousy at how well Dara seemed to satisfy her than me. "When will you be able to Skype again?" "Maybe from Singapore in 5 days." I lied. "Anyway, what's your plan for the day?" "I have to take Ayan to a classmate's birthday party in a while. In fact he's watching TV in the living room ready to get going. You wanna talk to him? It's been days." "Sure, put him on!" "HI papaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" my son's voice blared through the phone after a few seconds as Menaka walked out of the bedroom and put him on. "Hello champ!" And I started catching up with my son. --- It took about ten minutes to catch up with all the exciting events in Ayan's life. I tried my best to sound interested but honestly, I was too preoccupied with the Menaka situation. Finally they hung up. I rolled down the window of the van. "Okay Francis, you can get in now." I said. Francis solemnly nodded and got into the van. "So I was going over the different cameras before the phone call." he said. "These three are fixed. These three have lenses that can rotate about 24 degrees each way. This is the waterproof one. And these two are similar to the other ones I showed you." "Do they all have night vision?" I asked. "Night vision will be enabled by the software I gave you." he said. "Okay...do you have a couple of extra ones?" "Yeah sure...where do you want them?" "Is it possible to put them on the roof?" "The roof? Where exactly?" I explained to him the layout and he nodded. While describing where exactly I wanted them, I paused. It was instinctive. The van had darkly tinted windows so no one could see inside. But still, I felt it prudent to stay silent while my wife and son walked out of the building and past our van. Oh yes, I was in Bombay! Watching the events of Menaka's first night of being a total slut had left me with mixed feelings. I was turned on at how I had been able to watch it all unfold live. I was also a litle concerned about her safety given the complicated situation with Banke and Dara. I had felt livid at how Dara had threatened her and I still remembered the description of how he had bent her over like a slave in his hut and beaten her ass. Our ship was set to leave Manila in hours. We'd be out of range for a couple of days and really busy. I felt that the situation had complicated itself enough to the point where sitting on a ship thousands of kilometers away was not an option anymore. So I called the shipping company and made up an excuse of my mother being really sick. Over the years I had built up enough respect and credibility for them to not question me on a matter like this. I spent a few hours wrapping up work related matters and explaining stuff to my junior guys. And then I took the next available flight to Bombay. On the flight, I thought about exactly what I was going to do when I got home. One option was just landing up home to "surprise" Menaka. That would be the best in terms of keeping her safe from Dara's wrath in case things with Banke got complicated. But that would also mean a temporary end to Menaka's exploration of her sexuality. After considering many scenarios, I came up with the best possible plan. Soon after landing in Bombay, I contacted a friend who worked in a new channel that conducted many sting operations. Soon I had the contact of Francis, a discreet and competent surveillance equipment guy. I went to his Lamington Road office and hire his services. I was impressed by how laconic and non-judgmental he was. Once I was able to prove that it was my house I was trying to surveil, he had no more uncomfortable questions. Next I booked myself into a hotel just a couple of streets away from my building. This served two purposes. It was within the range of the high definition cameras and mics so I didn't need to rely on internet connection. And it also meant I was close enough to home so that if some tricky situation arose with Dara and Banke that threatened my wife's safety, I could rush over right away and rescue her. Once everything was decided, Francis had driven me to my building in the dark van and we waited for Menaka and Ayan to leave. And now here we were. "The roof shouldn't be a problem since you have the key." Francis said. "Nor your house." "What if you are stopped by someone? Especially the watchmen?" "Don't worry sir. This MTNL uniform is very powerful in gaining access to place." he tapped the logo on his shirt. "The only tricky one is going to be the shack." "Yeah, did you decide how you will install things there?" "It won't happen right now. But I will have them installed later tonight by using a diversion." "What sort of diversion?" "We'll arrange for a truck to break down near your building at night. And then offer the watchmen a lot of money to help us fix it." "One of them is usually sleeping at night." "Don't worry about that. I'll make it seem like a multiple person job and offer enough money to the awake guy to go get his sleeping partner." "Wow, you have thought of everything." "That's why you are paying me so much, sir." This whole thing had set me back by several lakhs. But when else would my hefty merchant navy salary come handy? "Okay, so by tomorrow morning..." "By tomorrow morning, I will have all the targets done. All the rooms in your apartment, the roof, and the shack. And we already have the screens and speakers in your hotel room. They just need a couple of driver updates and you're good to go." "Excellent." "The keys?" I handed Francis my set of keys to the apartment and the roof. he picked up his bag of electronic goodies and stepped out of the van. ---- Later that night, almost everything was set up in my hotel room. I had a multi-screen feed of everything happening in my apartment. Menaka and returned with Ayan from the birthday party and with him awake and babbling, whatever I saw was mundane day-to-day stuff. I did get to see Menaka in her undies when she changed her clothes, but considering what else I had seen before, it seemed tame. The cameras on the roof were also set up and the night vision software worked perfectly. For now the roof was empty. The only feeds not working were the ones reserved for the cameras in the watchmen's shack. Francis had assured me they would be installed later that night. I moved to the bed and started watching TV while having my dinner. Occasionally I checked out the screens to see what Menaka was doing but there was nothing remarkable happening. I knew that patience was the name of the game. A couple of hours later, something finally happened. There was movement on the roof feed. It was the maid Vimla walking in. I had seen her around a couple of times, but this time, knowing that she was my wife's sexual rival, I looked at her carefully. She was petite, barely five feet, and had a dusky complexion. She didn't seem to have big boobs from what I could see based on her chest. She had a cute innocent looking face that was wearing an annoyed expression as she paced around, presumably waiting for Dara. Finally ten minutes later, the guy showed up. he bolted the roof door behind him and walked to their spot behind the water tank. He hugged her but she shook him off. "Where have you been?" she asked in an irritated voice. "I am here now." he started lifting her kurta up, but she slapped his hand away. "Wait. I need to talk first." "We can fuck and talk. I don't have much time." "NO!" she said forcefully. A look of anger flashed across Dara's face but he controlled himself. "Fine, what?" "What's with you these days? It seems like you are avoiding me. And you keep snapping at me." "Is that what you want to talk about?" he sounded annoyed. "No...I...I lost both the jobs in the building today." "What? How?" "I don't know. Both memsaabs told me one after the other that they were going to look for other maids. They said I come late, take too many days off, etc. But I think the real reason is different." "What real reason?" "I think that Menaka memsaab who caught us that other night has been telling people about us." "No way!" "Don't you remember how angry she was. And the way she looks at us when she walks by. I am sure that nosy bitch is going around telling people." "I told you I had spoken to her and she promised she'd keep it to herself." "Then explain to me how I suddenly lost two jobs on the same day. One I could still understand." "Hmmm..." Dara rubbed his chin in thought. I could sort of see the sense in what Vimla was saying. I had seen first hand how jealous Menaka was of her. And how possessive she was about Dara, despite cheating on him as well. It was quite possible that she did have a role to play in getting Vimla fired from the only two jobs she had in the building. "I now need to look for other households. And if they are in buildings far away, I might not be able to meet you as often." Vimla pouted. "You leave it to me. I will sort this situation out." Dara said. "Hahh!" Vimla scoffed. "What are you going to do? She did catch us in the act. If she did tell those other ladies, they won't hire me back. And everyone else in the building also probably knows. In fact your job could be in trouble. I don't think the society will want a watchman who has sex with women on the roof." "I told you, leave it to me." Dara said. "Now, on to more important things..." He pushed Vimla towards the water tank and made her bend over as he unzipped his pants. The old gurkha whipped out his rapidly hardening dick as Vimla pulled up her kurta and untied the knot of her salwar. I saw that she wasn't wearing an underwear as her petite almost flat naked brown ass came into view. "Oh I have missed this!" Vimla sighed as Dara entered her with ease grabbing her naked waist tight. "Me too!" he said and started humping her in deep hard strokes. I watched them have sex for a few minutes but my attention wandered. Vimla was not bad looking but compared to my wife, she was nothing. I stared at my wife instead who was cleaning the kitchen after putting our son to bed. She looked so beautiful even doing the most mundane things. I could not believe she was the same demure shy woman I had been married to for almost a decade. She had turned into a nympho of sorts, two timing two men and possibly orchestrating the removal of a sexual rival. Suddenly the blank feeds on the leftmost screen came to life. Francis had managed to install cameras in the shack as well. It was a tiny and messy place and looking at it, my mind was filled with memories of how Menaka had described being bent over and subjugated there. This was a shack in which she had been first fucked by a watchman. I wondered if I would get to see it happen in this setting again. Or if she'd play it safe and stick to our apartment. The rest of the night was uneventful. Menaka went to bed soon. Dara and Vimla got done fucking and left the roof. And then Dara went and slept in his shack, presumably leaving Banke on night duty. I also went to bed with the impending sense that something major would happen the next day. I woke up to the sound of Ayan throwing his usual morning tantrums coming from the speakers of my surveillance desk. Getting him ready for school was always a major ordeal. I watched, a little amused, as Menaka ran around after him following the daily routine. The watchman's shack was empty so I assumed Dara was up and about as well. Finally Menaka got Ayan ready, made him drink milk, handed him his lunch box and walked out of the apartment to take him to the bus stop. She returned about 15 minutes later, wearing a big grin on her face. She looked almost excited at being alone in the home. I guessed Dara or Banke would be coming over shortly. And my guess seemed to be right because my wife then went to the bedroom and started unwrapping her sari in a big hurry. The blouse and petticoat came off too and she was soon standing in front of the mirror in black panties and a blue bra. She stared at herself and then slowly took the bra off, letting her big tits hang loose. I suppose she was getting naked so as soon as her lover walked in, they could get to it and make up for lost time. So I was surprised when instead of getting on the bed, she walked out of the room clad only in her panties and walked into the kitchen. Maybe to get a drink of water I thought. But instead she reached for a blue apron hanging in the corner. I had never seen that apron before. It looked new. She put the neck loop of the apron over her head and with the front of the apron partially covering her tits and the rest of her front all the way down to halfway to the thighs, She walked back to the bedroom, tying the strings of the apron behind her back. The apron obviously left her back and her panty covered ass fully exposed. The loose ends of the apron strings hung over her ass swaying sideways as she walked. In the bedroom, she stood in front of the mirror again and admired what she saw. I had to admire her too. Something about my wife almost naked wearing just an apron looked so kinky. The front of the apron was loose and displayed her cleavage while hiding her boobs. But with ever movement, art of the boobs would spill out of the edge. She kept trying to push them back in and tried to make the apron tighter in the front but in vain. She turned this way and that, admiring how her ass stuck out and how the blue apron and the black panties formed a contrast against her milky skin. And then she went back to the kitchen. She put a pot of water on the stove presumably to make chai and then scooped out wheat flour in a wide tray. And started making dough. This all seemed very strange. Very soon the front door opened and in walked Dara holding his stack of keys. He closed the door behind and looking around said, "Memsaab?" "In the kitchen!" Menaka nonchalantly replied. So now Dara had free rein of the house. He could use his keys to walk in anytime. And Menaka seemed to be treating it as normal. "Oh wow!" Dara stopped in his tracks upon entering the kitchen as his eyes took in the kinky sight of my imaginatively dressed wife. She looked at him and flashed him a sh smile, almost like a wife trying to impress her husband. "What are you doing?" the old gurkha asked slowly stepping behind her. "Making breakfast. You like parathas?" again she asked in a very wifely tone. Dara stepped right behind her and put his hands on her waist. He rubbed her ass over her panties and then slipped one hand to the front under the apron. Menaka kept kneading the dough and smiled happily. "I have seen women wear these but never this way." Dara chuckled and leaned forward to kiss Menaka on the neck. His hands moved all over her front as he nibbled on her neck. "What are you doing? Don't you want me to focus on cooking?" Menaka asked in a playful tone. Clearly mock reluctance. "Let me help you." Dara took his hands out from under the apron and put them around Menaka and in the dough with her hands. His body was now clinging to hers and he kept biting and nibbling at her neck. In that intimate embrace both of their hands played with the dough for a while. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 07 "You're making it a loose lump." Menaka said in a whispering voice that showed she was getting turned on. "You know's what's not a loose lump? This." His right hand went up and pushed the loose top front of the apron to the center exposing her breast. Then the other one. He squeezed and fondled his tits for a while and Menaka still kept working on the dough. I was feeling weird watching this. What I had seen the other night was pure animalistic sex. This whole thing seemed almost...romantic. My old watchman clinging to my semi-naked wife, grinding against her as he squeezed her boobs. And her body language also conveyed a loving slow arousal. Dara picked up a little bit of flour from the plate and smeared it over her nipples. Menaka giggled. Some more flour was then put on her neck as he then started licking it off. Watching the two incorporate food into their sex was a little weird to see. "Memsaab." "Hmmmm?" "The water is boiling." "Hmmm." she responded with eyes closed, enjoying their cuddling. "Should I put tea leaves in?" "Hmm." Dara reached over for the tea box and spooned some of it in the boiling water. He then smeared flour around his fingers and brought them towards Menaka's mouth. She opened and started sucking on them hungrily as if sucking his dick. - That depraved scene of my wife, her eyes closed and with an horny expression, sucking flour off Dara's fingers continued for almost a minute. He kept mauling her tits throughout, putting even more flour on them and then bent down and started sucking it off. Menaka was moaning and writhing in the arms of our watchman in our own kitchen. "Turn the stove off or the chai will get bitter." Dara ordered and Menaka complied. Next he got on his knees behind her, moved the crotch of her panties to the side and buried his face in her ass. "OOOHHHH!!" Menaka moaned as his skilled tongue started playing with her pussy and clit. Dara put his hands on the kitchen counter for support and almost started humping my wife's pussy with his fac, making her ass shake back and forth. Throughout this, I noticed that Menaka kept kneading the dough. I looked at this sight from three different angles on my screen. Menaka's tits were still spilling out of her apron and they kept swinging into the flour every time Dara's motion thrust her forward. She was biting her bottom lip hard, clearly preparing for an impending orgasm. Dara's face meanwhile was almost completely hidden by the big twin globes of my wife's ass. "Oh yes!" Menaka whispered and started shivering as Dara finally brought her over the edge with his tongue. I had seen Dara make my wife cum many times but watching it happen in the kitchen while she kneaded dough was extra perverted. Just an hour ago, she had been in here preparing lunch for our son. And now she was getting cunnilingus from a lowly watchmen, with her tits swinging out. Once Menaka got done cumming, she caught her breath and turned around. Dara stood up. She reached for his pants with her left hand. "Careful!" Dara snapped. "You'll get dough all over my clothes!" "Sorry." Menaka said, instantly withdrawing her hand. "Should I wash it?" "No, it's okay. I have a better idea." Dara wickedly smiled. He turned my wife around again. He grabbed her right hand, pulled it behind her and slipped it inside the apron's waist string at her lower back. Then he did the same with her left hand. Her dough smeared hands were now constrained behind her, touching her panties and messing them up instead of Dara's pants. "Hehe, what are you doing?" she giggled, trying to move her hands out. But they were pretty tightly wedged in there. "Just keeping your troublesome hands out of the way." Dara said. "Now bend over so your tits are in the flour." "It'll be unusable." she protested. "You can afford it." Menaka smile and bent over, making her big tits flop in a big tray of dry flour. She coughed a little as some flour flew up and entered her nostrils. Then she sneezed, rendering the flour totally unusable. "Part your legs, arch your back, stick your ass out." Dara gave commands tu get Menaka ready for the doggy style position. Menaka complied. the bottom front of her apron fell forward. He big ass stuck out, looking inviting even in the panties. And her tits were submerged in flour. She was crossing new heights of trashiness. I saw her ass sway in anticipation as Dara positioned himself behind her and reached for his zip. BING BONG BING BONG! Both Menaka and Dara froze. "Shit, who's that?" she said, starting to straighten, but Dara pushed her back down. "Stay like that!" he barked. "I'll see who it is. Probably just Banke." "What if it is someone else?" Menaka said in a worried voice. "I'll check from the peephole. If it isn't Banke, I won't open the door. Whoever it is will think you're not home and go away." "Okay." Menaka said, sounding tentative. The old gurkha strode out of the kitchen, closing the door behind him. Menaka obediently stayed bent over in the fuckable position. I turned my attention to the living room feed. He walked to the door and looked through the peephole. "What the hell?" I heard him mutter with his eyes attached to the door. He took a step back, slapped his head and sighed. The bell rang again. Dara shrugged and opened the door slightly. "You??" a familiar voice said. "Come in quick!" Dara poked his head out the door looked around and opened it completely. Vimla walked in with a confused expression on her face. Dara quickly closed and locked the door behind her. "What the hell are you doing here?" Dara asked with a menacing hiss. "Me??? What the hell are YOU doing here?" the petite maid shot back. "You should go." Dara said. "I am not leaving until I talk to memsaab about why I lost those jobs." Vimla folded her hands defiantly and stood there. The feed from the kitchen made me giggle a little. My wife had first stayed bent over as ordered. Then when the main door opened, she straightened and stood up on hearing the noise. Dara had closed the kitchen door so I guess she couldn't clearly hear who it was. But the look on her face was one of panic because I am sure she could make out that it was a female. Menaka instantly started scrambling around trying to pull her hands free with renewed strength. But they were wedged perfectly with the apron string pinning her wrists against her back. "Oh god oh god oh god!" she wandered around the kitchen in panic. Meanwhile out in the living room. "I told you I'd take care of it." Dara said in an angry tone. "And how are you going to do that exactly? Have you...have you broken in?" Vimla whispered the last part in shock. "What???" "Is this your idea of taking care of it? You take revenge by breaking in and what? Stealing something?" "What nonsense!" Dara shot back. "Then why are you here? And where is memsaab?" In the kitchen, Menaka had moved to the closed door and was holding her ear against it, trying to listen to what was happening outside. But I doubt she could hear much beyond murmurs. Dara meanwhile had his hand on his head and seemed to be thinking about how to deal with this situation. "Dara, what the hell is going on?" Vimla asked in another panicky whisper. "Just...shut up for a moment!" Dara snapped back. "And get out, I will try to explain later." In the kitchen meanwhile, Menaka, who was still holding her ear against the door, tried to change positions and slipped a little. With her hands tied, she was off balance, and that made her bump against the door. Although the door was closed, it wasn't locked, and the momentum of Menaka's bump made it slowly swing open with a creaking noise. I almost burst out laughing at the comedic situation that then unfolded. Our kitchen is about 10 feet from the front door where Dara and Vimla were standing. As the door creaked open, obviously, the two of them looked in that direction. And the sight of my nearly naked wife, her flour smeared tits hanging out of her apron, was revealed to them. Vimla's eyes went as big as saucers and her mouth fell open. Imagine her shock. The pristine high class memsaab in such a state of messy undress, and very obviously with her hands tied behind her. Menaka meanwhile wore a look of intense panic and humiliation too. She immediately backtracked to the furthest corner of the kitchen. And Dara jst stood there, looking annoyed at what had just happened. The two women he had been banging were suddenly face to face. - "OH MY GOD!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER???" Vimla was the first one to recover from the shock but she screamed out. "Shut. Up!" Dara caught her in an embrace as she started running towards the kitchen. "THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED! I DID NOT WANT YOU TO RAPE HER!" "Will you calm the fuck down?" he said dragging her towards the kitchen but at a slower pace. "I am not raping her." Menaka meanwhile looked so petrified standing in the corner of the kitchen that I wondered if she had wet herself with hear. She could hear this whole scene now, and must have been wondering how to explain the situation. "Memsaab! Are you okay, memsaab? What has he done to you? Oh god what has he done?" Vimla still struggling to break free of Dara's embrace said. Menaka said nothing, just kept staring at the floor. Vimla kept blabbering in panic. Dara seemed to lose patience. He let go of Vimla and then slapped her hard back handed across the face. That blow made Vimla shut up as her hand went to her stinging cheek. Menaka looked even more petrified but stayed silent, shivering. Her shivering was accompanied by sweating which made the flour on her tits sticky. "Now will you shut the fuck up and let me explain?" Dara grabbed Vimla by the hair and said. She nodded. "Okay." Dara let go of her and angrily said "Damn, what a mess!" This was a point at which I seriously considered getting up and going to the apartment to put an end to this. He had just hit Vimla and I was worried that if he got even more cranky, he might hurt my wife. But for now he seemed calm. "Memsaab, you want to tell her?" Menaka just kept staring at the floor with moist eyes. "Could you at least tell her this is not rape?" "What is it then?" Vimla found her voice, but now she sounded calmer too. "Memsaab and I...we are...well...we have been doing what you and I do." Dara smiled and shrugged. "What?" Vimla sounded confused. "I don't understand." "What's there to not understand?" "Wait...you and her? And...willingly?" Vimla sounded incredulous. "Tell her, memsaab." Dara said with an edge to his voice. Menaka just nodded. "Since when???" "Well, that depends." Dara said, finally regaining his usual calm swagger. "If you mean actual sex, just 2 days ago. But other stuff...has been going on since soon after she caught us on the roof. She had actually caught us once before too, you just didn't know." Vimla's expression showed a mix of embarrassment and resentment. Menaka just looked embarrassed. Finally she said in a low voice, "Will you untie my hands?" "In a little while." Dara cockily said and then walked up next to her. Flicking her nipples, he said, "Memsaab here has a husband who is away months at a time. She liked what she saw when she first caught us on the roof. And she wanted a taste." "Memsaab?" Vimla's question had an almost judgmental tone. Menaka still didn't seem ready to make eye contact with Vimla. Vimla kept glaring at her with an angry expression on her face. Then Vimla suddenly started sobbing. Dara walked back to console her. "So...so...you have been cheating in me?" she suddenly flared up and started punching Dara on the chest. "Easy, easy." he grabbed her by the shoulders, barely registering the blows from the frail woman. "All this time...all those things you said..." Vimla said between tears and Menaka finally raised her head and looked at the two of them. "I meant all those things. I still do." Dara said gently and tried to kiss Vimla but she pulled away. "You said I should leave my husband...you said you loved me!" "I do love you! I love you a lot!" Dara sincerely said. "And you SHOULD leave your drunkard husband." I was probably the only one who noticed the look of intense sadness that suddenly flashed across Menaka's face. The intense pang of jealousy and resentment she felt hearing Dara admit his love to the maid proved to me conclusively that for Menaka, Dara was more than just a fuck buddy. "Leave him and be with you while you are going around sleeping with...her?" Vimla cast a loath filled glance at my wife. "How am I supposed to compete with her? Look at that milky white skin and those huge jugs." I admired the web of jealousy Dara had managed to weave. Both women were intensely jealous of each other because of him, just a lowly watchman. Even in all my sexual adventures, I don't think I had ever achieved something of that magnitude. "Yes, she does have a great body. But she also has a husband and a kid. And she is a memsaab, I am a watchman. What's happening between her and me is just purely physical. What you and I have,,,,that's real!" Dara said. I admired Dara's ability to say the right things and manipulate women. Or maybe he was being sincere. He had seen enough of the world to know that no matter how hot Menaka was and how much she seemed into him, they didn't really have a future together. A maid like Vimla though, he could have a real future with. "I don't believe you." Vimla sobbed again and said. "Why not? Just think of memsaab as another participant in our sexual games. I've had Banke bang you, and you didn't have a problem with that." "That was...just for fun." Vimla defensively said. She looked up at Menaka and their eyes met. They stared at each other. These two women had both been fucked by Dara. And they had also been fucked by Banke, come to think of it. One a high class voluptuous fair skinned memsaab and another a stringy dusky maid, both had been penetrated by the same two guys. Of course, only Menaka and Banke...and I knew that. "So is this." Dara said. "WILL YOU UNTIE MY HANDS?" Menaka finally shouted. The resentment in her voice was obvious. "In a while." Dara nonchalantly said, stroking Vimla's cheeks. "What the fuck do you mean in a while? This is my house! You can't treat me like this!" Menaka sounded positively furious. Dara looked up at Menaka and smiled. "Okay, I will untie you soon. But first, we have an issue to take care of." "What?" Menaka almost spat as she said that. "Vimla's jobs in the building." Menaka said nothing, but her face instantly wore a guilty look. Even Vimla noticed it. "So you did make it happen, memsaab?" she said, shocked. "I don't know what you're talking about." Menaka said unconvincingly. "Really? You and I have sex during which you keep talking jealously about Vimla. Keep making me promise I won't see her again. And then two days later she loses her jobs. That's supposed to be a coincidence?" Menaka just shrugged, making her flour smeared boobs quake. "Did you tell those people?" Dara asked pointedly. "Were you so jealous of Vimla that you tried to destroy her livelihood?" "She...was jealous of me?" Vimla asked incredulously. There was a silence for a while as Menaka glared at the two of them. "You stupid privileged spoilt woman!" Dara said angrily advancing towards my wife. "Do you realize that I will also get fired?" He grabbed Menaka's hair and pulled it with one hand and with other, pinched her right nipple really hard. "OUCH!!" my wife cried out. "You won't get fired!" "Why not???" he said, now pinching the other nipple. "BECAUSE..." Menaka cried out in pain. "I didn't tell them about you." Again, I briefly considered going over. But I was too caught up in the proceedings. "What do you mean?" "Untie my hands!" "First tell us!" Dara brought his face menacingly close to Menaka's and hissed. "Okay okay...at least stop hurting me." Menaka was now on the verge of crying. Dara let her go and said, "Speak." Menaka breathed heavily for a few seconds trying to regain her composure. And then said, "Yes, I did tell those two neighbors about how I saw Vimla twice having sex on the roof. But I didn't say it was with you. I said it was with some guy I didn't know." Menaka quickly said. "So..." Vimla tartly interrupted. "That way I get fired but you have him to yourself?" Menaka just nodded. "What a bitch!" the maid said. I sorta agreed with her. Threatening someone's livelihood for your personal insecurities and sexual pleasures...I didn't know Menaka was capable of that. The three of them were silent for a while, looking at each other. Menaka had gone from petrified to jealous to contrite. "Well, the solution is simple." Dara finally announced. "Memsaab, given that you made this mess happen, you will hire Vimla as your maid at twice the pay." "What?" Menaka said. What???" Vimla joined in. "I don't want to work for this bitch!" "Why not?" Dara asked. "Because she is a bitch." Vimla said hotly. "Will you PLEASE untie my hands?" Menaka almost begged. "I can't feel my fingers." "Yeah, yeah." Dara said and opened the apron string knot. Menaka's hands sprang to the front and she rubbed her wrists. As she did so, her boobs shook again and Vimla noticed. And Dara noticed that Vimla noticed. - "Vimla, come here and lick the flour clean off memsaab's boobs." "What?" Vimla said, and Menaka did too. "The best way for you two to get along is for the three of us to play together. No jealousy. No anger." Dara coolly said. "So come, lick her big tits." "I don't feel like it." Vimla pouted. "Vimla!" Dara said with an edge to his voice. "Don't make me ask again!" Vimla sighed and walked to them. "This is stupid." And then the petite dusky maid bent in her waist, opened her mouth, and started licking the flour off my wife's huge boobs. "Wait!" Menaka jumped and stepped back as soon as she felt Vimla's tongue on her nipples. "This is going too far." "I agree." Vimla said. "Come on, ladies!" Dara said in a coaxing voice. "Haven't you ever fantasized about being with another woman?" "NO!" they both said emphatically. "Yeah, well, I have fantasized about being with two women at once while they pleasure each other!" "That's because you are crazy." Menaka said, and then in a possible bid to avoid another attempt at her boobs being licked clean, went to the sink and washed the flour off herself. Her boobs, half wet, with the water dripping down her nipples, looked even more inviting. Once she got done washing her boobs, she hid them behind her apron, tied it up and started walking out of the kitchen. Dara grabbed her wrist. "Where do you think you are going?" "To put some proper clothes on!" Vimla shook her hand free. "You two should leave." My wife stormed to the bedroom and shut the door behind her. She then sat on the bed and put her face in her hands and started sobbing a little. I felt bad for her but also felt she deserved this mess. It was a really petty thing to do, getting poor Vimla fired. I thought she deserved some punishment, as long as it was within limits. I was so caught up in watching my wife that it took me a while to realize what has happening in the living room. Dara had dragged Vimla there and was taking her clothes off. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Vimla was feebly protesting as her salwar kurta came off. "Shut up!" Dara angrily said. Soon he had the petite maid fully naked. He pushed her on the couch and got on the floor between her legs. Soon the maid started moaning as the watchman started licking her clit. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 07 Menaka meanwhile had taken off her apron and was dressed in a t-shirt, loose shorts, and had also put on a bra. She suddenly heard the moans coming from the living room. She frowned and walked out of the bedroom. "What the hell?" she yelled. "I told you two to get out!" Vimla looked a little worried but Dara ignored my wife and kept licking the maid's hairy pussy. "DARA!" she shouted, but to no avail. The ball was now in Menaka's court. Normally in a situation where you have unwelcome guests, you call the watchman to kick them out. When the watchman himself is the unwanted guest, whom do you call? Neighbors? Police? But my wife was smart enough to know that such a step would mean public humiliation. She just stood there with her arms folded, seething, watching the depraved scene unfold in the living room. "Don't be shy and peek from there, memsaab." Dara said after a couple of minutes. "It's nothing you've never seen before. I don't mind an audience. In fact I like it. Come here and watch from up close." My wife sighed and slowly walked to the couch. Vimla was on the couch with her legs open and Dara was on his knees in front of her. He got back to licking her clit and Vimla started moaning again. Menaka sat down on the love seat perpendicular to the couch and started watching the action. It was obvious that she had a voyeuristic side. In fact watching these two go at it is what had been the spark that lit her inner fire a few weeks ago. Vimla for the most part kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the attention she was getting from the old gurkha's tongue. Maybe she was feeling shame at having an audience but was too much under Dara's control to protest. Once in a while, she would open her eyes and look at Menaka. Their eyes would meet and they would look away. But clearly as time went by, both ladies were getting used to the situation. "Unhunhunhununh!!" Vimla nasally groaned as she had an orgasm. I noticed that the maid, maybe conscious of Menaka's presence, didn't holler or heave too much. It seemed like a very restrained reaction to an orgasm. Dara then got up and took his pants off. His thick erect dick sprang to attention. "You want a turn next, memsaab?" My wife just shook her head. "Come on!!" Dara walked to her, his dick swinging, Menaka cowered a little on the couch. "Don't touch me!" she said resentfully. "At least suck my dick a little like you so love to." he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth towards his dick. But she kept her lips tightly pursed. He slapped her cheeks a couple of times with his thick organ before letting her hair go. "Why are you fighting it?" Dara asked. "Go to hell!" Menaka angrily answered. Dara shrugged and walked back towards the maid who had been watching all this with a mixture of shock and triumph on her face. I am sure it gave her pleasure to see the bitchy memsaab humiliated. - Dara sat on the couch and nudged Vimla. As if used to the routine, the naked maid got on her knees and then straddled the watchman. Her petite ass lowered itself on the watchman's thighs as his dick easily entered her recently moistened cunt. "Ungghhhhh" Vimla groaned as the thick cock penetrated her. Menaka, who had been pointedly looking away sitting a few feet away from them, turned her head and started watching. The maid slowly started rising and falling on her lover's dick. Dara, who usually played with Menaka's thick ripe ass a lot during sex, seemed to keep his hands to himself. And I could understand why. Vimla had very little flesh on the bones. But the scene unfolding on my screen streamed live from my house was an erotic one nonetheless. The gurkha's thick virile cock pummeling the maid's feeble body as she bounced on top of him. They were grunting and groaning loudly. I was getting turned on. And in a few minutes, it was obvious that Menaka was too. Menaka started fidgeting a lot, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The look on her face showed no trace at all of anger anymore but curiosity, fascination, and of course, arousal. Turned out that I wasn't the only one to notice this. "Come on, memsaab, join us!" he held out his hand. "No." Menaka said, but with very little conviction. "You are clearly aroused. If you don't want to join in, at least pleasure yourself. Here." Dara threw a blanket at her that had been folded next to him. "Use this as cover if you feel shy about us seeing you." Menaka thought about it for a moment and then covered herself with a blanket. From the movements under the blanket, it seemed like she had slipped her hands inside her shorts. Soon she was breathing heavily as well, watching the perverted sight in front of her of the old man and the maid fucking. Dara and Vimla kept looking at Menaka every few minutes and smiling as they realized she was getting worked up too. Soon Menaka's softer moans joined in with Vimla's louder groans and Dara's heavy grunts. After about ten minutes, Menaka had had two tiny but obvious orgasms and was still playing with herself under the blanket. Dara got out from under Vimla and pulled her to the floor. He made her get on all fours and entered her from behind. She moaned in pleasure loudly as he started fucking her with gentle strokes. The motions under Menaka's blanket had gotten faster and she came again watching those two go at it on the floor. After a few minutes, I noticed that throughout the doggy style humping, Dara had been slowly pushing Vimla forward and moving ahead himself. Soon she was just a couple of feet away from my masturbating wife. Dara nudged Vimla and she reached for the blanket. "Come on memsaab, this is not fair. You are seeing everything we are doing. We should also be able to see." and she yanked the blanket off. Menaka flailed to keep the blanket on her but it was too late. Now she was in full sight too. Although there wasn't much to see. She had just lowered her shorts a little and her right hand was inside her panties. She paused for a moment, but Dara and Vimla kept fucking, so she also got back to what she was doing. The slow forward movement continued though and Menaka didn't even realize when a couple of minutes later, Vimla's face was almost at her crotch. "You should see memsaab's choot. So fair and cleanly shaven. Not hairy like yours." Dara said. I expected Vimla to be offended but she had clearly decided to get into the spirit of things. Vimla took one hand off the floor even as Dara fucked her in slow deep strokes, and pulled at Menaka's shorts and panties. "Please memsaab. Let me see your choot." she said breathing heavily. I wondered if Menaka, having masturbated so much, was also about to get in the spirit of things. She grabbed on to her clothes to resist. "Come on, memsaab!" Dara said. "Stop fighting it." Their eyes met. And then my wife slowly nodded. Menaka raised her butt and slid her shorts and panties down. I watched with a raging erection as my wife was now bottomless in front of our old watchman and our new maid. "Use your tongue on her like I use mine on you." Dara gently spanked Vimla and ordered. And soon, the maid's tongue was playing with my wife's clit. Menaka closed her eyes and moaned loudly which meant that Vimla was as natural at cunnilingus as she was at fellatio. Menaka folded her legs and put her feet on the couch opening herself wide. Her shaved pussy was completely open. Dara grunted in approval at the sight. This three-person chain went at it for about five minutes. Menaka, naked from waist below, spread eagled with Vimla's tongue at her clit. And Dara fucking Vimla from behind. The contrasts in their complexions were also interesting. Menaka with her milky white skin, Vimla with a dark brown complexion and Dara's olive toned Gurkha skin. I knew that I could stop this at any moment by calling her cellphone. But I was too riveted by the sight in front of me. "My knees are sore." Dara said and got up. He sat down on the couch. Vimla got up and straddled him again. She guided his dick inside her hairy cunt and started riding him, faster than he had been fucking her. Menaka was still spread-eagled on the love seat, her eyes half open and in a daze. She stayed like that for a minute or so until Vimla said, "Come sit next to us memsaab." Menaka got up and hobbled towards the couch. Once she reached it, she plonked herself to Dara's right heavily. He immediately extended his right hand and started playing with her clit. She started moaning in pleasure again. With his thumb pleasuring her clit, he then inserted two of his fingers into her cunt and started frigging her. Menaka threw her head back in pleasure, then turned it left and started kissing Dara. Vimla, who was still riding him, leaned forward and kissed Menaka on the cheek. Soon the three of them were kissing each other alternately for a few seconds until at Vimla grabbed Menaka's hair with her left hand and pulled her into a long passionate kiss. Dara's hand had meanwhile taken a break from Menaka's pussy and was tugging at her t-shirt. Menaka got on her knees and took the t-shirt off. Then, still on her knees wearing only a bra, she turned to face Dara and started kissing him again. Her smooth naked creamy ass looked so inviting as she kissed him. "That's quite a gaand! So white and round!" Vimla, even while riding her lover, couldn't help but reach over and fondle the rich memsaab's alluring behind. Dara's hand reached around Menaka and started playing with her pussy from behind. The hand also took breaks to fondle her divine ass. Bent over like that, her ass was again in sharp contrast to Vimla's ass which was bouncing on Dara's lap. And not just in terms of complexion. Menaka's ass was the big and ample posterior of a mother in her 30s, almost one and a half time as wide as Vimla's childless small bony ass. Dara must have noted the contrast too, because for a while he had both his hands on each of their ass cheeks, fondling, squeezing, and spanking them both. Throughout this time, Menaka took turns first passionately kissing Dara and then Vimla. Both ladies, despite their earlier protestations against the appeal of being with another woman, seemed to be getting into it very enthusiastically. "Let me see those big boobs again!" Vimla said, still getting fucked by Dara on his lap. Vimla pulled out Menaka's ample tits one at a time out of her bra. Once the tits were out, Dara started sucking and biting the left one and Vimla focused on the right one. Menaka was now practically naked although her bra was still on. "Now my thighs hurt." Vimla announced and slid down from Dara's lap, making his still erect dick swing back and forth. That's when I realized that he had been fucking her for close to half an hour now. And he hadn't even gotten a turn at my wife yet! Vimla wrapped her right hand around the dick and said, "Come here memsaab. let's suck this dick together." - I was a little surprised when Menaka obediently got down from the couch and joined Vimla between Dara's legs. Sure, she had already started taking part in the action. But giving a joint blowjob to a watchman with a maid seemed a bit out of her comfort zone. Clearly not! Menaka stared at the dick at close quarters with morbid fascination writ large on her face although she had sucked it before. It was wide, with a thick foliage of gray around it. The balls were also massive, almost as big as oranges. Vimla opened her mouth wide and took the dick in her mouth. Barely half of it entered. She bobbed her head up and down it a couple of dozen times, eyes eyes locked with Menaka's. Then she took the huge dick out of her mouth and bent it towards Menaka. Menaka tentatively opened her mouth and lowered it on the dick. She was barely able to take an inch of it inside her petite mouth before she gagged, coughed and took it out. "It's okay memsaab." Vimla stroked my wife's hair. "Takes a little getting used to as you know." Vimla took it in her mouth again and sucked it for a minute or so. Then she offered it to Menaka again, who opened her mouth as wide as she could and lowered it again. This time Vimla put her left hand on Menaka head and pushed it down. Menaka started coughing and pulling back but Vimla kept her head pressed down. "Just stay like that memsaab. Get used to it. Roll your tongue around it. Yes, that's it." Dara was sitting on the couch with his arms stretched along the backrest, a contented expression on his face. The old bastard's wildest dreams were coming true. A threesome with a memsaab and a maid, both decades younger than him. Vimla let go of Menaka head and she immediately took the dick out and coughed a couple of times. She also spat out some loose public hair. Her eyes seemed watery. I thought she had had enough so I was surprised when without any prompting from Vimla, she took the dick in her mouth again. This time a couple more inches went in. And then she started moving her head up and down too, taking as much of it in as she could. She made muted gagging noises every time the dick hit the back of her throat. Although her mouth wasn't able to accommodate as much of that monster cock as Vimla's she was still taking in a lot more than I would have expected her to. She sucked the dick for about a minute this time and then took it out. "Very good memsaab!" Vimla said proudly as if praising a child and rubbed Menaka's back gently. Then she took the dick in her own mouth and started fellating it. What a sight that was. Dara, relaxed on the couch. And on the floor between his spread legs, two women sitting on folded knees - his married maid and his married memsaab. Again I noted the contrast between Vimla's and Menaka's bodies in general and asses in particular. Both were on folded knees. Vimla's ass looked petite and pert. Menaka's massive and voluptuous. The two ladies took turns sucking that huge dick for five more minutes. Vimla kept saying encouraging things to Menaka whose enthusiasm for fellatio was clearly growing. Vimla even coaxed her into sucking his balls a few times. Then suddenly Dara grunted, grabbed both their heads by the hair and held them back. Vimla started laughing and Menaka looked confused. "That means he was about to cum. But he likes to keep going." Vimla explained. Still grabbing both their hair, Dara got up off the couched and pulled them up. He then turned around, turning the ladies with him. With his left hand, he roughly shoved Vimla on the couch facing upwards. She immediately slid a bit lower so her ass was on the edge of the seat. He then turned Menaka around, bent down and kissed her passionately. Menaka wrapped her hands around his hairy back and returned the kiss with the same passion. I saw their tongues playing with each other. Dara's erect dick was poking against Menaka's smooth flat stomach. Vimla lay spread eagled on the couch and watched them kiss with a smile on her face. Finally, Dara seemed to notice that Menaka still had one article of clothing on - her bra which her tits were spilling out off. He rectified the situation by unhooking her bra and throwing it on the floor. He then gently pushed my wife back until she was lying down on top of the maid. He slid her a little upward so that her head was over Vimla's shoulder and he could see both faces. Menaka's legs fell on the either side of Vimla's and her ass was resting a few inches above Vimla's pussy. "You are so heavy, memsaab." Vimla grunted, then wrapped her hands around my wife and started squeezing her tits. Dara meanwhile got on his knees and shoved his huge dick into Vimla's cunt in one simple motion. Vimla groaned in pleasure and squeezed Menaka's tits really hard who squealed in response. He started fucking her gently, making my wife slide up and down Vimla's body. There were two sets of rhythmic slapping sounds, one from Dara's thighs hitting Vimla's and another from my wife's thighs slapping against Dara's stomach. This fucking continued for a few minutes and then Dara got back on his feet. There was a greedy smile on his face, that of a bank robber looking at an open vault. I had realized as had he that the moment he had been fantasizing about for several years was finally here. A threesome, that too featuring a rich pretty young memsaab. Dara took his right hand and parted her legs, which slowly spread again. He then leaned lower until his face was right above Menaka's and his chest was rubbing her tits. And then he pushed his hips forward a little until the head of his dick was touching the entrance of her cunt. Dara and Menaka stared at each other with serious expressions. Dara just kept his dick at her pussy lips, rubbing it gently. He was willing her to make the first move. Finally I saw my wife's butt slide downward and his dick broke the first barrier. Now he pushed forward firmly. "Oh my god!" Menaka's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she inhaled sharply. I could see that although just an inch was in, the girth of his cock was testing her inner walls. "It's okay memsaab, it's okay." Vimla's voice came from under her. She stroked Menaka's hair gently. Dara withdrew his dick and then pushed it in again slowly. This time another inch slid in. "UNNNGGGGGGHHH" Menaka groaned. She wrapped her hands around his hairy back and I saw her dig her fingernails in making him wince. Maybe spurred by that pain, the third stroke was a lot more forceful. He withdrew and penetrated again in less than a second and hard. Now almost four inches were in. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH" Menaka arched her back, grinding her ass into Vimla's stomach. "It gets better memsaab." Vimla pulled her back down and said. Breathing heavily, Menaka looked into Dara's eyes. He had stayed still after inserting the monster back in. Dara kissed her on the lips gently, then withdrew and inserted, this time very slowly. Menaka only adjusted her hips this time. Did not yell or grunt. Just a soft moan. He repeated the stroke, without pushing in any further. Another moan, distinctly of pleasure. Another stroke. Another moan. Stroke moan stroke moan stroke moan. Menaka's tensed body gradually relaxed as her cunt got used to the girth and the pace. She had only spent one night with him before and her pussy was not completely used to him. She laid back, closed her eyes and just relished the sensations radiating from her pussy. In another minute, Dara picked up the pace slightly. Menaka seemed to like it. Gradually over the next couple of minutes, he inserted more of his dick inside her and her cunt accommodated it without trouble. "How does it feel now memsaab?" Vimla asked. Menaka only nodded breathlessly response. "Is she very tight?" Dara nodded. "GIVE IT TO HER!" Vimla said loudly. Dara suddenly increased the pace threefold. Menaka let out a most unladylike groan and threw her head back. "Too fast memsaab?" Vimla asked. "NO...NO...NO..." Menaka shouted in the same rhythm as the strokes. "IT'S GOOD...IT'S AMAZINGGGGG..." This was Menaka's first proper response to the dozens of things Vimla had said to her since this encounter started. "I told you. It's really good." "YESS...FASTER! FASTER! FASTER!" Menaka loudly demanded. Dara complied, pumping her cunt so rapidly, his hairy ass was a blur. "OH FAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKK" Menaka yelled and started shuddering as the orgasm hit her. She grabbed Dara by the neck and made a few more unspellable noises for about half a minute as the fucking continued. "Uhmmmmmmm..." Dara grunted as well. And soon that jigsaw of bodies was shaking from the onset of two simultaneous orgasms. I wondered if Vimla had broken her spine or something. The orgasms continued for what seemed like and eternity and then receded. Dara stopped moving first. He took his dick out, making cum gush out of my wife's cunt, and staggered backwards and collapsed on the loveseat, exhausted. Menaka, although not shaking as violently as before was still shivering as she rolled off Vimla and curled up on the couch. Vimla reclined behind my wife and spooned her, stroking her shoulder and kissing her neck. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 08 I watched the events in my house being broadcast from three separate rooms. Vimla walked to the kitchen where here her kurta had been stripped off and thrown on the floor. She first went to the kitchen sink and washed her face. Then the petite maid slipped the kurta on and walked out to the living room, gathering her salwar on the way. Dara who was sitting on the couch, his legs and arms spread like he owned the place, looked at her. "Don't put that on yet." he barked a command. "In fact take the kurta off." Vimla sighed but complied. Naked again, she uncertainly walked towards Dara. Meanwhile I turned my attention to my naked wife in the bathroom. She had been using the tap water to clean the remaining jizz from the pussy and also washing her face. Once she was done with that. she wiped herself dry with the towel and picked up her phone. She sat on the toilet seat and started doing something on the phone. In a few seconds, my phone buzzed. It was an SMS from Menaka. - U have reception? Can u talk? I looked at the message for a good one minute, trying to decide if I should talk to her or not. I didn't want to say something that would accidentally reveal that I was in Bombay, and was aware of what had happened. On the other hand, she had lied to me and hidden things from me and maybe her first ever threesome was the tipping point that would make her tell the truth. I sat thinking, looking at Menaka's naked heaving breasts on the screen. She was staring at the phone waiting for a response. I weighed the pros and cons of the decision for a couple of minutes. That's when there was a sharp rap on the bathroom door that gave Menaka a start. I hadn't noticed that Dara, still naked, had walked to the bathroom door. Naked Vimla was behind him. "What?" she asked in an annoyed tone. Dara didn't say anything, just rapped the door sharply again. "What is it?" my wife asked in a louder voice. But the response was again a sharp knock. Menaka clicked her tongue. She put her phone on top of the toilet tank and got up. She opened the door slightly and poking her head out, asked, "What is it?" Dara just shoved the door hard making Menaka take a couple of steps back and walked in. "What were you doing?" he asked forcefully. "What do you think I was doing?" Menaka replied equally forcefully. "What do you want?" He walked towards the side of the bathroom where the shower was. He turned the knob and the cold water hit his chest hard. "I wanted to shower." he responded matter-of-factly. The water washed over the old watchman's wiry but tight body. He reached for a the soap and started rubbing it over his chest. Menaka and Vimla both stood there naked, looking uncertain. Dara soaped his face and while washing it with one hand held out the soap in another hand. "Soap my back!" he said. The two married ladies looked at each other. It wasn't clear whom the instruction was meant for. They both seemed to think it was meant for the other. "Quick!" Dara said with an edge to his voice. His eyes were still closed under the falling water, and he was looking away from them, holding the soap out. The maid, habituated to subservience, instantly moved towards him. She took the soap from his hand and started rubbing it on his back. "Vimla." he said with his eyes closed. "Yes?" she answered meekly. "Nothing. I was just guessing it was you." He opened his eyes and turned around, facing her. "I wanted to see which one of you would respond. Whoever did would get rewarded by staying here and showering with me. Whoever didn't would get a task." "Task?" Menaka asked, a little nervously. But Dara stayed silent for a minute or so as Vimla moved behind him and started washing the soapy foam off his back. He didn't even look at Menaka, and kept her in anticipation. I could see a smile on Vimla's face. "Your hands are so rough!" Dara said in a slightly annoyed voice. "Look at memsaab's. So smooth and perfect." The man was a master at mind games. He was toying with the psyche of these two women who both clearly had strong feelings for him and craved his approval. One minute he built up Vimla and put down Menaka, the other minute, the exact opposite. How does a measly watchman get so conniving? Maybe his military training, I thought. I saw Menaka suppress a shy smile, even at such a minor compliment. "I have to work with my hands for a living." Vimla bitterly replied. "I'm not some rich memsaab living off her husband's salary." "Fair enough." Dara said, turning around and embracing Vimla. Their two naked bodies were now tightly wrapped like one as the cold water flowed all over them. I looked at Menaka's face. There was an obvious flash of jealousy to see the two snuggled like a couple. She turned around and started walking out. "Wait!" Dara said. "Hear your task first." "Go to hell." Menaka said, but did stop. "At least hear me out. It's nothing major. You were going to do it anyway. Your task is to make breakfast for us while we take a nice comfortable shower here." "Make it yourself!" Menaka countered and walked out of the bathroom. I noticed she had forgotten her phone behind. She almost stomped to the bedroom and started getting dressed. She first put on regular bra and panties. Then it was interesting to see her be a little uncertain about what to wear. First she reached for a sari and petticoat. She held them in her hand for a while, as if thinking about something. Then she put them away and reached for salwar kameez. Same few moments of thought followed. Finally she decided one something I had rarely seen her wear. It was one of just a couple of full length household gowns she owned. A lot of women preferred them in the Bombay heat. They covered everything, providing modesty, while also being loose and thin enough to not make women sweat. Menaka always said she hated them because they seemed very old-fashioned and "aunty"like. But here she was, wearing a blue gown. I had a guess about her rationale. She was still feeling resentful and maybe even shy enough to not be on display after such a long time spent naked or near naked. There was a distinct possibility that someone might ring the bell - a salesman or delivery boy. The gown kept her respectable. At the same time, it was easy enough to just slip off if things got hot and heavy with Dara again. very practical. Meanwhile in the bathroom, Dara and Vimla were making out naked like horny teenagers. They kept soaping each other and washing it off, relishing the feeling of a shower. Both were too poor to have access to showers otherwise. Menaka got dressed, straightened her hair and tied it in a bun, and then looking distinctly housewifely, walked out of the bedroom. She stopped by the bathroom for a second, only to overhear the watchman and the maid giggling with each other. And then she went to the kitchen. And started cooking, as ordered by Dara. Menaka slaved in the kitchen, remaking tea and roasting parathas. Meanwhile in the bathroom, Dara was down on his knees, going down on Vimla as the skinny maid stood under the water. He kept going on and on, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. After about fifteen minutes, Menaka got done cooking and carried the food and the tea to the dining table. She looked annoyed that her first extra marital lover and first lesbian lover were still in the bathroom. She went to the door and rapped on it hard while Vimla in the middle of another orgasm. "Coming!" Dara yelled, over the sound of Vimla's loud groans. Finally the two of them walked out, drying their bodies with our towels. Dara still looked like he owned the place. Vimla also had a spring in her stride, probably the result of all the orgasms. "You can get dressed." Dara said to Vimla. She did as was told, but Dara himself, only slipped on his boxer shorts. Menaka looked meaningfully at her lover as he took a seat at the table so scantily clad. "Smells delicious!" Dara said, reaching for a paratha. Vimla looked a little uncertain. She picked up her plate but was just standing there. Dara looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "Should I...sit on the floor?" she nervously asked, looking at Dara and Menaka turn by turn. The question was understandable. In India, domestic help is expected to sit on the floor, not on the furniture. "It's okay." Menaka grudgingly said, taking a seat opposite Dara. "Sit on the chair." Dara said, and then chuckling, added, "She was on top of you for so long while she got fucked. I am sure she won't mind you sitting on her precious chairs." Both ladies blushed at the recollection of the vulgar threesome they had experienced with him. The three of them starting eating hungrily. Clearly they had built up an appetite after all the sexual exercise. It was such a bizarre sight I was looking at, one that would have been unimaginable just weeks ago. My wife was sitting meekly at our dining table, being treated on par with a lowly maid. And sitting in the chair I usually sat in, wearing just his undies, was this old gurkha watchman, who probably earned less in a year than I did in a week. And yet he was in command of the situation while I sat spying on all this just a couple of minutes away. "You have to decide a time." Dara said, finishing his first paratha and reaching for another one. "What?" Vimla asked. "You are going to be memsaab's maid now. At double the pay. You have to decide what time you will come to do your work." Menaka and Vimla looked at each other. They had both clearly forgotten Dara's diktat about the working situation. "I...don't know." Menaka said. "I have never had a maid. There isn't really that much work. It's just me and my little boy." "She can help take care of him. In the other two houses, she used to babysit the kids." Dara said and suddenly his smile widened. "In fact, she absolutely should help take care of him. Take him out to the playground or something in the evening like you do." Which meant Dara's hours to spend time alone with my wife fucking her would increase. Vimla nodded, followed by Menaka. "She should come during the morning...like around this time. When I'm free." Which meant more threesomes. Dara was now looking positively delighted at how things were panning out. "My husband comes back in a little over a week." Menaka pointedly said. "Which means we should make the remaining time count." Dara said. "Come here!" He beckoned at my wife with his fingers as if she were a waitress. She obediently got up and went to his side. "Why are you wearing this?" he asked tugging at her loose blouse. "I have never seen you in a gown." Menaka just shrugged. He reached for her chest and squeezed her boobs over the fabric. My wife shivered a little, suggesting that maybe Dara had managed to arouse her nipples too. Dara then pushed his chair back and sideways, and then pointed his right index finger towards the ground. Menaka stared back at him with half a glare. "What?" she petulantly said. "Do I need to spell it out?" Dara smiled. "Get on your knees and suck my dick." Menaka reluctantly got on her knees, throwing a glance at Vimla and said. "Didn't she already do it when you were having fun in the bathroom?" "Maybe she did, maybe she didn't." Dara said and then reached out to caress my wife's cheeks. "But your beautiful face and your thick full lips wrapped around my dick is a much more enjoyable sight to look at." Vimla looked a little hurt by this. Dara was continuing to play mind games by praising one and insulting the other alternately. And it seemed to be working because Menaka soon had his dick out of his undies and in her mouth as she sucked it greedily. Dara went back to nonchalantly eating the parathas and drinking chai. I watched my wife on the screen, kneeling on the floor, half her body under the dining table, as she enthusiastically sucked the old watchman's dick. The camera angle allowed me a look at her soft creamy cheeks pumping out and getting sucked in as she gave him a great blowjob. Her dainty fingers played with his balls skillfully. I was amazed at this transformation in my wife who was absolutely anti blowjob until a few weeks ago. It again made me realize how, at least in the sexual realm, Dara meant a lot more to her than I did. Vimla was stealing glances at the scene for several minutes as it continued. The only sound that was of Dara and Vimla chomping their food and Menaka's occasional gagging and coughing noises. "You're done eating?" Dara looked at Vimla's empty plate. She nodded. "Then go to the kitchen and start cleaning it. You are her maid now." The petite maid reluctantly got up and started walking slowly towards the kitchen. She looked back at her lover and my wife a couple of times before leaving the room. "Get up." Dara tapped Menaka on the shoulder. As she followed his command, I saw that his dick was now fully erect and glistening with my wife's saliva. "Pull up your gown." Menaka bent down and pulled the gown up to her waist, displaying her soft shapely legs and her panties. Dara reached over and pulled her panties down in one swift motioned. She stepped out of them. As she stood obediently holding her gown bunched up around her waist, Dara poked a finger at her pussy and it went in easily. "Looks like you're ready." he said and Menaka blushed. "Turn around, bend over and put your elbows on the table." As Menaka complied, she had to let go of the gown, making it fall back down. Dara got up, took his undies off and stood behind her, pulling the gown up again. This brought her big round naked ass into view, which he admired for a few seconds and spanked a couple of times. Then, unceremoniously and in a single motion, Dara shoved his dick into my wife's waiting cunt. "Ummmmmmmmmmm." Menaka moaned in pleasure. She clenched her fists and closed her eyes as Dara started fucking her in deep slow strokes. Again, I was amazed at how insatiable Dara was. After fucking my wife and the maid in a threesome, he had spent a long time in the bathroom making out with the maid under the shower, then gotten his dick sucked by my wife, and now this. He grabbed the folded gown's back in his right hand just over my wife's waist and started pounding her, the motion making the table squeak and the plates move a little. With his left hand, he spanked my wife's ass hard making her yelp every few seconds in pleasure. Vimla walked out of the kitchen with a broom in her hand, and stopped as she saw how my wife was getting fucked roughly on the dining table. Menaka turned her head and their eyes met. Vimla looked a little jealous but also turned on. She took a couple of tentative steps towards the two, which Dara say and simply said, "Do your work. I already got you off many times in the bathroom." Vimla obediently started sweeping the floor, only stealing an occasional peek at the dining table. Dara's assertive cockiness was growing by the minute, and who could blame him. He had two pretty married women decades younger than him at his mercy, one of them a voluptuous high class memsaab. I also noted the significant increase in his dominance in the way he was fucking Menaka. The first night they had sex, he was mostly measured, respecting her body language, and generally taking it easy. Back then, the conquest was still in progress and he was understandably cautious in testing Menaka's limits. But by now, he was aware that he pretty much owned my wife. He could throw caution to the wind and treat her like his absolute fucktoy. So for me, watching everything he did to my wife was arousing but also a little emasculating. It started with spanking her ass hard a couple of dozen times. He then put both hands on her face, slipped fingers into her open mouth and pulled her head back, making her chest rise from the table. Every deep stroke in this position made Menaka utter the most animalistic grunts and her boobs pushed against the fabric of the gown, making a couple of hooks under her neck come off due to the momentum. Then, his dick still buried deep inside, he pulled my wife into a standing position and moved back. She staggered backwards with him taking uncertain steps and seemed a little surprised when he sat down on the chair and pulled her down with him on her lap. "Ride me, bitch." he growled in her ear. Menaka put her hands on her knees and started jumping up and down on his lap with the thick dick reaching her insides. She looked so obscenely trashy, only her half her body covered with the gown, bent forwards with her hands on her knees like a slip fielder in cricket, and her big round ass bouncing on the gurkha's thighs. Her hair disheveled and forming a veil around her face which was covered with sweat and a look of lust. And the partly unhooked neckline of the blouse displaying her ample cleavage as it jiggled back and forth. And her gown was soon half soaked in sweat. Even Vimla paused in the middle of her sweeping to stare at this trashy sight for a few seconds. Dara was just sitting back and enjoying the fucking as Menaka did all the work. His face wore a look of triumph as this memsaab who had toyed around and played around with him for weeks before letting him fuck her, was now bouncing on his lap like a porn star. "Turn around and ride me now, I want to see your face and kiss your lips as you fuck me." Dara said. Menaka groaned as she obediently stepped forward letting his dick slide out. She turned around and first took off her gown, which covered in sweat, must have gotten very uncomfortable to wear. Then, wearing just her bra, she approached the chair. "I like this look of yours a lot. Naked except for a bra." Dara smiled and slapped her bra covered boobs. Without any response, Menaka put one leg over Dara's thighs, then another. Then grabbing his shoulders for support, she lowered her naked ass on his lap as his dick breached her cunt once again. And then she started riding him, sliding her ass back and forth, testing the capacity of the simple dining chair. Dara grabbed her hair and kissed her hard as their fucking continued. "Don't you feel any shame memsaab? Riding a poor watchman like this in front of your maid?" Dara chucked, twisting the knife of humiliation again. "Shut up!" Menaka grunted, but did not stop moving. This fucking continued for a few more minutes, as Dara kised my wife, bit her lips, licked her face all over. Vimla watched this occasionally as she slowly swept the living room. Then reluctantly went to the bedroom to sweep that. I could see from the shuddering and the moans of my wife that she was about to bring herself to an orgasm. Dara recognized this too, because he put one fist between then and started playing with her clit. I was sure that any minute she'd go over the edge when, "BINGBONG!" the doorbell rang and both Menaka and Dara froze. "Shit." Menaka whispered. "WHO IS IT?" "Postman." came the voice from the other side of the door. "One minute." Menaka said loudly and slid off Dara, whispering, "That idiot Banke couldn't have given us a heads up?" Dara nodded, but stayed seated as Menaka quickly slipped her gown back on, and hooked its neck hurriedly. "Go to the other room." Menaka whispered to Dara urgently. "Why? Just open the door partly. He can't see the table from there." Dara lazily replied. He was right. Menaka seemed like she wanted to argue but the bell rang again impatiently. She just clicked her tongue and went to the door, trying to straighten her hair as much as possible. "Yes?" she opened it just 45 degrees and asked. "Registered letter, madam." he said, handing her a pad and a pen. "Oh okay." Dara was leaning against the table naked, a smile on his face. Even Vimla had stopped sweeping in the bedroom and was listening to what was happening. The watchman was trying his best not to stare too much at my wife, but had clearly noticed how breathless and sweaty she looked. My wife, breathing a little harder than normal because of being fucked, tried to sign her name on the pad. But she seemed to be having trouble. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 08 "It's not working." she said, shaking the pen and trying again. The shaking motion made one of the hooks of her gown come loose and displayed a little bit of her cleavage. The postman notice and peeked for half a second before politely looking away. Menaka quickly hooked it up again. It must have been obvious to the postman that this memsaab was just getting fucked. If only he knew that it was the watchman doing the fucking. He might have tried his luck as well, I thought to myself. And knowing how horny Menaka had become, might even have succeded in bedding her, I thought a little bitterly. Watchman, postman, open season for everyone. "Oh, I am sorry." the postman searched his other pockets. "I don't have another pen. Do you have one?" Menaka sighed, threw one quick glance at Dara hidden from the postman's sight. "Wait here." she said to the postman and turned around. She walked towards the showcase where we usually kept pens. She opened one of the drawers at the lower level and bent down to take a pen out. As she did so, I could see the postman's eyes widen. The reason was obvious. Bending over had made the sweat soaked fabric of the gown cling to Menaka's ass and some of it had gotten stuck inside her ass crack, neatly outlining her shapely buttocks and making it obvious that she wasn't wearing any panties. That view lasted barely a second as my wife straightened and pulled the fabric out of her as crack. But the postman had just been treated to a rare look at the shape of a young high class housewife's shapely ass. The postman was smiling shyly as she walked back, signed the pad, took the letter and then closed the door behind her. "Hahahaha." Dara burst out laughing. "Shut up!" Menaka glared as she put the letter away and walked back to the table. -- "That was funny." Dara said, wrapping his arm around my wife and patting her cheeks. "That was not funny." Menaka said in a surly manner. "Things are getting out of control." "Come on, it was hilarious. Here you are, fucking your watchman, and a postman knocks on the door. It's straight out of a porno movie." "Yeah, well, life is not a porno movie." she slapped his arm away and walked away from him. "I would like you to leave." "What?" Dara said chuckling. "But we were having so much fun!" Vimla had meanwhile come out of the bedroom and was listening to this argument. "You've had enough fun for today." Menaka tried to sound like a memsaab in charge. There was a strong edge to her voice. Dara looked at her, shrugged, and decided not to push the matters. As she said, he'd already had a lot of sex. He started getting dressed, grinning all the way. "When should I come back?" "Never!" Menaka snapped. "Seriously?" Dara asked. Menaka stared at him for a few seconds, then the angry expression left her face. "No. I...I will let you know. Please try to understand, Dara. All this is a lot for me to digest. I am a simple housewife." Vimla standing in the corner snorted derisively. "And you!" Menaka turned to glare at her. "You get out too." "But I still haven't swept..." "I don't care. I made you lose your jobs, I will pay you the money. You don't have to work for it. In fact I would prefer it if you didn't." "Whatever." Vimla smiled and said. Who wouldn't mind being paid without working. "But that's not right." Dara jumped in. "If you are paying her, she has to work." Menaka glared at him, then just covered her face in her hands. "Please, both of you. I don't want to discuss this anymore. Just leave me alone." Dara, who had gotten dressed by now, looked at Vimla and shrugged. Soon they were both out of the apartment. Menaka closed the door and dead-bolted it, probably so dara couldn't use his keys to enter at his will. The next few hours were largely uneventful. Menaka went to the bathroom and took a long shower. Then she got dressed in a sari, and probably tired from all the sex that morning, took a nap. She woke up just before our son was to return from school and then went to pick him up. - I caught up on some work related stuff sitting in the hotel room while keeping an eye on my wife. Once she picked up Ayan, watching her go about her business almost made me forget that just a few hours ago, she had been bouncing up and down on our watchman's lap. She suddenly seemed like the demure housewife and mom that I had known her to be for about a decade. She got Ayan changed, had him eat his vegetables while watching TV, then went over his homework with him. In between, she cleaned the living room, paying special attention to the chair on which she had ridden Dara, scrubbing it hard. The hours ticked by and she put Ayan down for his afternoon nap. And then my wife, clad in a modest sari, sat in front of the TV, watching soap operas with a faraway look on her face. A while later, the doorbell rang. She walked up to the door, looked through the peephole and then sighed before opening it. "What the hell, memsaab?" Banke, the tall strapping young watchman sounded miffed as he walked in. "Shhhh! Ayan is sleeping." Menaka said as she tiptoed to our son's room and closed the door, bolting it behind her. Banke stood there looking like a kid who had candy stolen from him. "What is the matter with you?" Menaka asked, keeping a respectful distance. "All this nonsense that Dara told me...is it true?" "What did he tell you?" And the Banke narrated a succinct but accurate summary of the events from earlier in the day. Menaka's face went from white to pink to deep red as she heard a third person account of her depravity. "Is it true?" the young man glared. "Why didn't you call and warn me that the postman was coming?" Menaka glared back. "What?" "The postman. He knocked on the door with a registered letter when Dara and I were...you know. Don't you have the sense to warn me?" A look of anger flashed across Banke's face. "How the hell am I supposed to know what houses he's going to? Am I a mind reader?" "You could have asked him. Isn't that your job as a watchman?" Menaka snapped. Banke took a couple of rapid strides as grabbed my wife by her hair. "Listen, you slut." he hissed menacingly. "I know what my job as a watchman is. It certainly isn't to act as your fucking lookout while you get banged by Dara day and night and then have threesomes with him." "Let go!" Menaka struggled but his grip was too strong. I was tempted to get up and rush over in case he did something hasty. But finally he let go. "What was it you said the other day? You have standards. And a threesome is beyond your limits. But when Dara snaps his fingers, you just wiggle your ass and do anything he wants. Including having a threesome with him and Vimla." "I...I didn't want it to happen." "He forced you?" "No, not exactly." "Then?" he glared. Menaka didn't say anything, just looked down with an expression of shame on her face. She was silent for a minute or so. Banke kept waiting for the answer. Finally he lost his patience. He grabbed her by the shoulder and started turning her around. "What are you doing?" Menaka said in protest. "Dara had his fun, now it's my turn." his right hand was tugging at the waist of her sari and a bulge was forming in his pants. "No, please Banke, my son is in the next room." she pleaded. Banke stopped and let go of her again. "Great. when your son is home, I can't touch you. When he is at school, you're Dara's property. What about me?" I felt bad for the guy. He had a point. He was the first one to have enticed my wife into actual intercourse and now Dara was having all the fun while he sat at the watchman's chair. "Just go. Please, I beg you." Menaka folded her hands in front of him. He glared at her for a few moments, and then left, slamming the door behind him. Once Banke walked out, Menaka sat down on the couch with a loud sigh and started sobbing. I felt bad for her, but at the same time, also felt a little resentful. I was tempted to call her when I saw her reaching for the phone. I guess she was going to call me. She dialed a number and held the phone to her ear. "Hello, Indu mausi? It's me, Menaka." Huh? Why was she calling her aunt who lived in Thane? "I am fine. Yes, Ayan is fine too. I just wanted to ask you for a favor. There is some maintenance work happening in our building for the next few days. And the work is very noisy. It keeps Ayan up all night. Could we stay with you until it gets done? I don't mean to be an inconvenience...oh thank you so much." Well, this was an interesting turn of events. I know that Menaka was shook up by how much she had slid into depravity and under Dara's control. I thought she might take a break and try to pull things back a little. But I didn't expect her to just run away from the situation. But that is exactly what happened. She rushed to the bedroom as if in a tearing hurry and started packing. In half an hour, she had woken up Ayan and was gone from the house. I just stared at the empty rooms of my house for a while, wondering if she might change her mind and come back. But no. She was gone. "What do you mean gone?" I shifted my attention to the feed from the watchman's shack. The door opened and Dara walked in, followed by Banke. "What do you think I mean? She is gone." "Gone where? Shopping?" "No, she had a suitcase and everything. Took her son, and left." "Why didn't you stop her?" Dara thundered. "I couldn't stop her. There were a lot of neighbors around. How would it look if I restrained her from leaving?" Dara looked a little miffed, but then his face softened and he shrugged. "I guess we pushed her a little too far. Maybe she just needs a break. But she'll be back. This is her home after all." he said. "You killed the goose that lays the golden egg." Banke said in a surly voice. "Not at all. She is hooked. A couple of days without a thick piece of meat inside her cooch and she'll come running back. I promise. I know these kind of women." I admired Dara's confidence. I wasn't sure if it was over confidence or not. My wife did seem completely under his thumb, and not just sexually. She seemed to have some kind of deep emotional connection with him that I felt jealous of. That night, I got a short email from my wife. "Dearest Prakash Ayan and I are going to be at Indu masi's place until you return. Things at home have gotten very complicated and I can't really deal with them anymore. I will tell you in more detail when we meet. When you get back, just take a cab to Indu masi's place so you can pick us up and take us home. Love Menaka" The next few days were quite boring. I kept an eye on all the feeds thinking that like Dara predicted, she might come back for a taste. But she diligently stayed away. I did get to see Dara and Banke fuck Vimla on the roof and in their shack a couple of times, but it really wasn't something I cared much for. Watching all the action had made me horny, so after a couple of days of watching the feeds in vain, I contacted a fuck buddy of mine. She and I met for dinner at a fancy Juhu restaurant, and then I spent the night at her place, fucking her three times as I kept picturing Menaka in my head. My "official" return date was just a couple of days away, and I couldn't wait to finally bang my wife like I had never banged her before. I returned from my fuck buddy's place to the hotel the next day a little before noon, prepared to disconnect all the equipment and return it. As soon as I saw the screens, I stopped in my tracks. The bedroom feed showed Menaka, naked except for her panties, asleep curled up. Also on the bed was a completely naked Vimla, curled up on the other side of the bed. But what made me stop in my tracks was who was between them. A dark skinned guy of medium built with a bush mustache, wearing just his underwear. I had no idea who this gentleman was! - The rest of the apartment was completely empty. I was relieved to see that Ayan was nowhere in the picture. My guess was that Menaka, unable to control her urges, had left our son at her aunt's place and come over for an all night fuck session. But who the hell was this guy? And where were Dara and Banke? I didn't see them on any of the feeds. I immediately accessed the recorded files. I opened the one with the living room feeds and clicked at a random point. It went to a little before 9 PM. Menaka, dressed in a demure salwar kameez, was sweeping the floor with a broom. I clicked the forward button and the images quickly rushed through a sequence of Menaka cleaning the room, watching TV for a bit, taking clothes out of the bag, etc. Mundane stuff. I pressed play at the 930 point when I saw her reach for the phone and answer it. It was clearly Dara. I could only hear what she was saying. "What is it????" "No...no...NO!" "Yeah, well, I won't open the door." "I told you, I just need a break. Can't you respect that?" "No, I did not come just to tease you. I need some books, toys, and clothes for my son." "Do whatever you want. I don't care. I DON'T care. Jump off the roof for all I care." "No, I probably won't even be here at midnight." "Goodbye. Go to hell." Menaka threw the phone on the couch, and plonked herself next to it looking very annoyed. She then went to the bedroom and was there for a while. So I opened the bedroom file and dragged the cursor to the time she had left the living room. She was sitting in front of the computer, typing furiously. Maybe an email to me? As the clicking of the keyboard continued, I switched to the live feed. Still unchanged. The three of them fast asleep. The unknown dude was now snoring. I forwarded the bedroom file for a long time as she just sat there and kept typing. I checked my email. There was nothing from her. Either she hadn't finished the email or she hadn't sent it. Finally the time stamp was 10:53 when she got up. I had synced the living room file with the time stamps and saw her walking to the couch and pick up her phone. She dialed a number and held the phone to her ear. "Hello masi. Is Ayan still awake?" "No no, let him sleep. I just wanted to call and say I will be back tomorrow. It's gotten really late. Yes. Okay. Thank you so much." Interesting, I thought. Maybe typing details of all her escapades had made my wife horny again and she was reconsidering her earlier desire for a break. But who the hell was that guy? She went back to the computer and continued typing. And typing. I jumped straight to midnight. She was still typing. A few minutes later, she looked at the time and sighed. She picked up her one and dialed a number. She kept the phone clasped to her ear. There was no answer. "Asshole!" she hissed under her breath. And dialed the number again. No answer. Menaka sat staring at the screen with her hands on her chin, as if pondering her next move. "Oh what the hell!" she finally said to herself and got up. I saw her pick up her keys and phone and leave the apartment. I kept watching, waiting for her to return with Dara, and maybe this mystery dude still snoring on my bed. But nothing. I remembered her mentioning the roof in her earlier conversation. So I opened up the file from the roof feed. And dragged the cursor to around the time she left the living room. "WHAT THE FUCK!!" I sat up bolt upright at the sight that flashed on my screen. Behind the water tank, I saw Dara, naked, on his knees, and with bruises on his face. His hands were tied behind his back. The guy still snoring on my bed was next to him, kicking him hard in the stomach while muttering a stream of profanities. A naked Vimla was on her knees too, but with her arms wrapped around the guy's legs, begging him to stop in Tamil. A couple of feet away from there, stood a fully dressed Banke, and a fourth guy, a loutish thuggish looking type, was holding a knife to his neck. I had no idea what the hell was going on. And that's when I saw my wife walk through the roof door and towards where this deadly scene was unfolding. The guy with the knife heard her footsteps and said something to Dara's tormentor in Tamil. He stopped and turned around. Menaka reached the spot and froze as she saw what was happening. "What the..." is all she could mutter, staring all around her. The two guys did not seem to know her because they seemed taken aback at her appearing there after midnight. There was a sudden awkward silence. "What's happening here?" Menaka asked in a voice that contained a mixture of fear and anger. "Who are you?" the bed guy said gruffly in Hindi. He sounded drunk. "Who am I? Who are you? Why are you beating up our watchman?" "Your watchman is a fucking asshole who preys on other's wives. This slut here." he angrily spat at Vimla who still had her hands wrapped around his leg. "is my wife. She's been screwing him behind my back. I followed her today and caught them red-handed. I am just doing what any self-respecting husband would do. Kicking the shit of this guy." He delivered another kick to Dara, who keeled over again. Menaka seemed to grimace in sadness to see her lover being brutalized like this. "Okay...you've proved your point." Menaka said, trying to sound authoritative. "Just let him go." "Memsaab, mind your own business. Let us sort out our problems our way. Go home and sleep. It's not safe being out on roofs this late at night." Menaka stared at him, then Dara, and then Banke as if trying to make a decision. "Please call the police, memsaab!" Vimla whined, bent over on the ground, looking pitiable in her naked state. Menaka suddenly remembered that she was holding her phone in one hand. Backing away, she raised it. But the other guy guarding Banke was too fast. He rushed towards her and snatched the phone from her hand. He then grabbed my wife by her wrist and dragged her towards Vimla's husband. "HELLLmmmmfffffff" Menaka tried to yell for help but the lout effortlessly covered her mouth. "You think these idiots haven't thought of screaming?" he menacingly said, raising his knife. "Try screaming again and I'll cut your pinkie off." He let go of my wife's mouth. She stood there, looking petrified, trembling with fear even in the Bombay heat. "What should we do with her?" the lout asked. "If we let her go, she might call the cops." "I promise I won't." There was silence all around as the two guys looked at each other. That's when I noticed something. The knife man had moved towards Menaka and left Banke alone. If he wanted, he could have done something to rush the guys or fight them off. Instead he was just standing there with a bitter expression on his face, staring at Menaka. "Ask her why she really came here." he finally said in a resentful voice. "What?" both guys asked in unison. "This posh chaste looking memsaab...is no different than your wife." "Oh really?" the husband moved close to Menaka and traced his finger along her cheeks. She shivered. - "What do you mean by that exactly, Banke? Do you mean what I think you mean?" "Of course." Banke said, bristling. "Her husband works in the navy, so he's away for months. And she gets fucked by Dara regularly." I noticed that he conveniently left out the fact that he had also fucked my wife. Vimla's husband looked Menaka up and down incredulously. "Is this true?" "No." my wife answered in a low voice. "She is lying." Banke said. "Ask your wife if you like. In fact Dara has had them both together." This seemed to surprise the guy. He looked at his naked wife who was know sitting on folded knees, tears streaming down her face. He bent down, lifted her face up towards him and asked her something in Tamil. Vimla looked at Menaka and then back to him and then nodded. Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 08 "This is all rubbish." Menaka seemed to have finally found her voice and was trying to talk her way out. "I don't know why these people are dragging me into the situation." Although Menaka tried to sound emphatic, it didn't take an interrogation expert to read her face. The husband smiled and looked at the other guy who smiled back. "So you have nothing to do with Dara other than living in the building he works in." "Correct." "You don't care what happens to him." "I don't." "Then you won't mind if I do this." he kicked Dara hard between his legs. The semi-conscious form of the old gurkha convulsed piteously. Instantly, tears welled up in Menaka's eyes. She wiped them away. Looking at her genuine distress at how her lover was being punished again made me realize with a pang how much she cared for him. "I have never seen a memsaab cry at the sight of a lowly watchman being beaten up." the other lout said. "Neither have I." Except for the time when her phone was snatched and she was stopped for screaming, the two guys had generally kept their hands off Menaka. They still didn't seem to have fully come to terms with the situation of finding a gorgeous high class woman in their midst, that too one who was having an affair with a lowly watchman. "How the fuck did you manage to seduce this tasty thing?" the husband looked down at Dara and kicked him hard in the head. The old watchman made a croaking noise and then his head limped to the side. "You've killed him!" Vimla started crawling towards Dara crying. Menaka seemed to have finally had enough of standing around and rushed to her lover as well. She squatted next to him and held her finger under his nose. A relieved look shone on her face, suggesting that he was still breathing. She then gently rubbed her lover's cheeks and head. "Do you want to kill him? Is that what you are trying to do?" she angrily asked the husband. "He certainly deserves it." the lout answered instead. "Going around screwing other men's wives." Banke meanwhile was leaning against the wall with a smug expression on his face. It didn't seem to bother him at all that his friend Dara was being beaten up so badly or that two women he had also fucked, were being made to grovel like that. Vimla's husband looked at the two women on their knees cooing over the old watchman. He reached down and tried to grab Menaka boobs, but she slapped his hand away instinctively. "You bitch!" he felt a flash of anger and grabbed Menaka by the hair to pull her up. That's when the lout actually intervened. "What are you doing?" he said, pulling the husband away from Menaka. "Listen to me." The two men walked a few feet away and started arguing in Tamil. The lout seemed to be trying to calm the husband down, who took out a bottle of hooch from his pocket and took a big swig. I don't know Tamil so couldn't exactly understand what they were saying, but based on a few words like "police" "warrant" "navy husband" "chargesheet", and "rape", it seemed like the lout was cautioning his friend about the consequences taking liberties with a high class woman like Menaka. The guy seemed to quiet down and see reason. He cast a wistful glance at my wife's clothed but gorgeous body. Now I already knew that at present time, my nearly naked wife was on my bed with him, so clearly the matter had eventually escalated. But I hoped there wasn't any violence involved. He took another swig from the whiskey bottle and then walked back to my wife. She looked up at him with a blank expression. "Memsaab...what is your name?" he asked, slurring a little. "Menaka." "Perfect name...you are like an apsara. My name is Muthu. This here is my brother Senthil." he said. Menaka just stared back, wondering if she was supposed to say "how do you do, pleased to meet you". But Muthu continued. "Now please understand this. I am not a violent man by nature. I did what any man would do if he came to know that his wife was being fucked on the sly by someone else. Do you understand that?" Menaka nodded. "This man here has done me wrong. And I deserve my revenge. I am not a killer. But beating him up so badly that he'll be disabled for the rest of his wretched life is what I came here with the intention of doing." "Please don't." my wife pleaded, putting her arms protectively around her lover. "Then I need your cooperation." he said. "What do you mean?" she asked in a quavering voice, although she was clearly aware of where this discussion was going. "Dara wronged me by banging my woman. Justice demands that I bang his woman. And you seem to fit the bill." Menaka inhaled sharply, looked at Muthu, and cringed. this seemed to annoy him. "Don't give me that disgusted look. It's not like you are some sati savitri that I want to dishonor." he thundered. "I am not going to do anything violent or forcibly or holding the knife to your throat. I am just offering you a deal. If you...cooperate...I won't touch your lover anymore. In fact I'll even take him to the hospital after we are done." Menaka looked at him with moist eyes and a sad expression on her face. "And if I say no?" "Then I will first break his fingers. Then his toes. Then his elbows. Then his..." "Please." Menaka held up her hand. "So what do you say?" Menaka stared at Dara, who was still unconscious. She thought silently for a few seconds. "I'll be gentle." Muthu added. There was utter silence on the roof for about a minute. Then Menaka finally said, "Okay." "Yessss!" Muthu clapped his hands in delight. Senthil smiled. And Banke standing in the corner looked even surlier. Muthu bent down and pulled my wife up in a standing position. He awkwardly hugged her and fondled her ass over her clothes. The look on Menaka's face was one of disgust and defeat. She stayed in his embrace, not fighting back, but not participating either as his grubby hands felt her body all over. He then opened his mouth wide and placed it over my wife's lips in an attempt to kiss her. It was a clumsy amateurish attempt but he slobbered all over her face. He then took a step back. Menaka kept staring at the floor. Muthu hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, leaving his vest on. He took the bottle of booze out of his pocket and took a big swig, staring hungrily at my wife. "Well, what are you waiting for? Strip!" Menaka sighed and started pulling her kameez over head. As she did so, her huge bra covered tits came into view. Muthu as well as Senthil, watching from a few feet away, both murmurred in appreciation. "Wow! They are so big!" Senthil said and rubbed the crotch of his pants as she took her bra off next. Muthu lunged forward and started pressing her boobs and licking them like a horny teenager. "Get up!" he said to Vimla who was sitting on the floor looking defeated. He made her get up and stand right next to Menaka. "These big ones are like mangoes...these small ones...are lemons." Banke, who had been waiting and watching patiently with a bulge in his pants, stepped forward. He reached over to fondle Menaka's breasts but Muthu anrgily slapped him away. "Who said you could join in?" "Please, man. I am the one who told you about all this. Or you would have let her go." "Hmmm..." Muthu considered this. "Well, maybe later. For now, here." He grabbed Vimla by the arm and pushed her towards Banke. "You can have my slutty wife till then. She is good." Banke looked disappointed, but accepted the offering without mentioning that he had already fucked her many times before. Muthu wrapped one arm around my wife's waist and pulled her into an embrace, making her naked tits mash against his dark hairy chest. He then took the bottle of booze out again. He bent lower to put Menaka's right nipple and the lower part of her boob in his mouth and then poured the booze on the top of the breast. Most of it flew into his mouth and he guzzled it up. Senthil laughed looking at this. Meanwhile Vimla was on her knees sucking Banke's dick who kept staring at Menaka. "Want some?" Muthu held the bottle by Menaka's mouth. She shook her head. "Come on! Have some. It will improve your mood." And he pretty much thrust the neck of the bottle in her mouth and forced her to take a few swigs. My once demure wife, a stranger to alcohol, grimaced hard as the strong hooch went down her throat. As she coughed a little, Muthu opened the knot of her salwar. It dropped to the ground. "Oh, look who's woken up!" Senthil said. Everyone looked at Dara, whose eyes were half open and he was taking in the sight of his prize conquest getting mauled by Muthu. He wore a neutral defeated expression on his face. "Oh good. I want you to see this, you bastard." Muthu slipped off Menaka's last piece of clothing - her panties and made her get on the ground next to her lover. He positioned her such that she was lying down on her back, and her pussy was just inches from Dara's face. he looked at it wistfully. "Yes you asshole. Look closely as I bang your precious memsaab." Muthu pushed down his pants and underwear revealing a modestly sized dick. 5 inches, if that. Menaka didn't even look at it. She was bracing for what was to come with a calm expression and closed eyes. A naked Muthu with his dick erect, go on the floor between my wife's legs. He took the bottle with him and took a big swig. He then took one look at his own wife, who was being bent over by the wall by Banke. He grabbed Menaka's knees and held them parted wide. And then he thrust forward to enter her just inches from Dara's sad face. But he fumbled a couple of times, not quite finding the opening. And then he was surprised and delighted when my wife reached down with her right hand and guided him in. I guess she was horny after days without sex. She seemed wet, because the dick went in all the way at once. But then the dick wasn't very big anyway, and she was used to Dara's thick tool. her facial expression stayed neutral as Muthu started fucking her in randomly rapid strokes, showing no technique whatsoever. His hands just stayed lazily on her knees for a while, without trying to feel up her boobs or anything. "How is she?" Senthil asked. I noticed that he had taken his dick out of his pants and was playing with it. It seemed similar to his brother's. "Amazing!" Muthu grunted in response and while continuing to fuck my wife, took a big gulp of booze making his cheeks puff up. He then bent forward and making as if to kiss Menaka, poured the mixture of booze and his spit into my wife's mouth. She was taken aback at this and tried to cough or spit it out, but it was impossible laying down. he and Senthil both laughed. "Get nice and drunk, memsaab. Then we can have even more fun." Muthu put both his hands on my wife's boobs and suddenly started bucking his hips very fast. That made Menaka grimace a little. And then suddenly her eyes opened and widened, looking at Muthu with surprise. He flopped down on top of her making her grunt, and I realized what had happened. Suddenly it had become clear why Vimla had looked for sex outside marriage. her husband had shot his jizz into my wife's cunt in barely 90 seconds. -- "Done already?" Banke who was banging a bent over Vimla asked Muthu. "She is just too hot!" said Muthu, getting up from top of Menaka, who looked almost amused. "Mind if I have a go?" "Me first!" Senthil said rushing to replace Muthu between my wife's legs. Now this dude, while possessing the same modest dick as his brother, seemed considerably more skilled. He did not start by just penetrating Menaka and going at it. This was the first close look he was getting at my wife's divine naked body and he made the most of it. He grabbed Menaka's ankles and brought them together in front of his face. He then raised her legs so her big round ass was off the ground and on display. Holding the ankles in one hand, he used his other hand to fondle her ass to his heart's satisfaction and poking and prodding her sopping cunt and her ass crack. I could see that the expression on Menaka's face had gone from bored to slightly aroused. This foreplay was getting her excited. "Sit up memsaab." Senthil said, letting her legs go. My wife sat up with some effort. I could see that the booze was already surging through her system and her movements were uncoordinated and sluggish. Senthil sat down on this ass with his legs bent in the knees, and beckoned Menaka to sit in his lap. Swaying a little, she put her legs over his thighs and sat down, her big juicy ass resting on his dark hairy legs, and her boobs rubbing his chest. With Menaka in his lap facing him, Senthil then proceeded to lower his head and suck her nipples slowly, one by one. His hands went behind her and played with her ass cheeks. I am sure his erect dick was poking against her pussy mound. And he was tempted to just shove it in. But he played it slow. "Oh wow, you are so sexy! I could not have thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever get to fuck someone like you." Senthil said between licking and biting her nipples. It was clear from Menaka's body language that not only was she drunk, but she was also getting aroused. Muthu's forgettable quickie had been forgotten and she was actually starting to get enthusiastically involved in this session with Senthil, a man she didn't even know for 30 minutes. The two of them were positioned such that Dara, lying on his side, was looking directly at Menaka's ass and below it, Senthil's balls. A look of intense jealousy flashed on the old watchman's face when he saw that after a few minutes, Menaka took one hand off Senthil's shoulder, reached down, and started playing with his dick. Senthil was delighted by this development. It was the first time that night Menaka had shown some initiative. "Wow memsaab, you really are quite a slut, aren't you?" "Yessss." Menaka said slurring and putting her forehead on his shoulder as she deftly jacked his erect dick. While Menaka and Senthil played with each other locked in a sexual embrace, Banke finished pumping his seed into Vimla and withdrew. Muthu was just squatting on the floor, taking swigs from his bottle and staring at his brother fucking my wife. Banke joined him. The two of them watched as Menaka started getting more and more excited, moaning and shivering. She was making positively obscene noises like an animal in heat. "Ready to fuck?" Senthil finally said in my wife's ears. She nodded. He slid her off his lap. "Turn around and get on your knees." Menaka's big creamy ass jiggled as she did so. She looked at Dara with an expression of regret. Dara just stared back. Senthil stood up and got behind her. "Bend forward." Menaka got on all fours, making her ass cheeks part a little. "No hands." Senthil said, lightly spanking her big ass. "Put your face and shoulder on the ground." As Menaka followed his instructions, I got super hard looking at how trashy she seemed. On her knees, her big ass jutting in the air, and her face obediently flat on the ground sideways as she looked into Dara's eyes. She looked like a small white molehill. Senthil stepped forward and put his legs on either side of her waist in front of her knees. Then, grabbing her waist for support, he bent his knees until his dick was behind her ass and positioned around her soppy gaping cunt. He bucked a couple of times, missing the mark, but his erect dick finally hit bullseye. And soon, Menaka's cunt was penetrated by the fourth new cock in just a few months. I wondered how many it would take to satisfy her. "Oh yeah, that's an amazing cunt! Oh yes!" Senthil said as he started fucking my wife in this obscene version of doggy style. His hairy ass obscured the view of her creamy divine ass, but the back of her quivering thighs and her pussy lips were visible. "Nngggg!! Mmmmmm!!" Menaka started moaning as the loutish guy pounded my wife on the roof of our building in the middle of the night. He went at it for about 5 minutes and then said. "Give me your hands!" Menaka stretched one hand at a time behind her. Senthil grabbed them and redoubled the pace at which he was fucking her, making her shoulder rise a few inches above the ground. All through, she maintained eye contact with Dara. "Damn, brother! That is quite a sight!" Muthu said, getting up with his bottle. He stopped in front of Menaka's face and then squatted down. Her head was pointing upwards because of the way Senthil held her hands. Muthu calmly put the bottle to her lips and started emptying it. I noticed that my wife was gulping down the booze without any trouble now. A few minutes later, Senthil proved that while he lasted much longer than his brother, he was no Dara when it came to staying power. He bucked his hips really hard and shot his wad into my wife's warm cooch. And then he stood up and backed away. Menaka stayed like that with her ass in the air, cum oozing down the inside of her thighs, still staring at Dara. The other three were just watching everything in amazement. "Hoislipal..." Menaka suddenly said sounding positively drunk. "What?" She put her hands on the ground with some effort and raised her shoulder. "Hos...pi...tal." she said concentrating hard and pointing at Dara, who I realized had passed out again. Muthu and Senthil looked at each other. "A deal is a deal." Muthu said and Senthil nodded. "You, Banke, get this asshole dressed up and take him to the hospital." "But my turn with memsaab..." Banke said. I noticed he was furiously playing with his dick trying to get it hard again. "Admit him to the hospital and then you can have your turn." Muthu said. "Looking at our slutty memsaab, I don't think she is done for the night. But look at her creamy knees and shoulders bruised because of the rough ground. Let's continue this in her home." And that's when the scene on the roof started disbanding. Senthil helped Banke put Dara's clothes on. Vimla and Senthil first got dressed themselves, and then helped a drunk and imbalanced Menaka put her clothes on. I switched back to the live feed and saw that Menaka was awake and in the bathroom. I then went to the living room file from the previous night, and rushed through the remaining hours clicking along the taskbar. There had been a lot of action in the night. Muthu had fucked Menaka again, still not lasting more than a few minutes. Then he made Menaka and Vimla make out naked while he watched. Senthil and Banke came back and took turns fucking Menaka in various positions. But at no point did I see my wife have an orgasm. After rushing through 8 hours of footage in 8 minutes, I switched back to the live feed. I saw that Muthu and Vimla were starting to stir too. I decided that time had come to put an end to things before the next complication arose. I turned off the screens, disconnected all the equipment. And then I dialed my wife's number. "Hi Prakash!" she answered, sounding groggy. "Hi honey. Surprise! I just landed at Bombay airport. A full day in advance. I will be home in an hour, traffic permitting." -- As I walked in the building gate with my bags, I noticed Banke sitting on the stool, looking half-asleep. His groggy eyes took a few seconds to register my presence and suddenly he sat up bolt upright. "Namaste saab." he reverentially said in a voice with an edge of tension. "Namaste Banke. How have you been?" I asked, feigning ignorance of the fact that he had been on my bed just a few hours ago. "Good. Good." he said and was at a loss to say anything more. I walked to the elevator. As the elevator started moving up, my heart started beating in anticipation of finally seeing my wife in person after all that had transpired. And a hurried montage of everything I had seen rushed in front of my eyes making my dick come to life. By the time I reached the door of my home, I was sporting a significant boner and was holding one of my bags in front of it in case I ran into any neighbors. I rang the bell.