Who Guards the Gatekeeper? (Part 1) Author: aurelius1982

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Who Keeps the Gatekeeper (Part 1)

I remember that when all this began, my ship was docked in Rotterdam, Netherlands. I had just finished
my watch and returned to my cabin, as usual, logging onto the Skype internet video phone
to talk to my wife, Mina, who had returned to Mumbai, India. It was almost midnight there.

Mina was online on time as always. We exchanged snippets of our lives during these days. She
told me about our eight-year-old son, Ayan, how he got an
A on his spelling test, and complained about how hot and humid the weather had become.

After thirty minutes of conversation, she said, "Oh, Praka, let me tell you, there's something hard to say,
but it's also very funny."

"What is it?" "

Heh, it's so weird. Simply put, I saw Dara having sex with a woman on the roof!"

"What??"

Dara was an older gatekeeper from Nepal in our building. A bald, stocky, thin
Gurkhas lived in a small shack on the ground floor of the building with another gatekeeper. He had only started
working for us a few months earlier.

"The internet was down, so I called the company. They said the problem might be with
a switch near the rooftop door. They said they could send someone over the next day, but I could do it myself if I needed it urgently.

This happened about an hour ago. I reset the switch as they instructed, and as I was about to go downstairs,
I noticed the rooftop door was open.

The rooftop door in our building is usually locked, and each resident has a key.

I thought maybe someone forgot to lock it. I had the key with me. So I decided to
check . As I went in, I immediately heard soft moans. I was curious,
so I looked down onto the roof, and there I saw them. Behind the water tower. Hehehe."

"Oh my god… hahaha… you caught them doing something? Who was he with?"

"A maid who works in this building, about twenty years old, I think her name is Vina.
They were having a passionate encounter."

"They were naked?"

"Half-naked. Completely naked down there. He was wearing a shirt, and she was wearing a Kamiz blouse (
a type of traditional Indian clothing), bent over with her hands on the parapet. He was doing her from behind." "

So what did you actually see?"

"Not much, it was getting dark. He turned off the rooftop light, but I could still
see quite a bit from the surrounding light."

"That's impressive. That old Dara, ha. Who would have thought he'd be this kind of guy?"

"Anyway, when I saw that, I was so shocked, I just stood there dumbfounded.
I stared at them for almost a minute until Dara noticed me. He stopped doing her, and just as he was about
to say something, I got embarrassed and turned and ran away."

"Hahaha, I wonder if they stopped or continued."

"I don't know. Someone like you might have continued."

"Maybe. Speaking of which, I won't be able to go online tomorrow."

"Why?"

"That's why. You want to know the details?"

"No."

But Mina's smile vanished. After a brief, dreadful silence, she said, "And the day after tomorrow?"

"Same as always, same time."

"Okay, I'll talk to you then. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Even after nine years of marriage, although Mina had fully accepted the reason, she still wasn't completely at ease.

The reason was that I had a date with a woman. This time, it was with a particularly pretty Dutch woman.

————

I'm an engineer working on a merchant ship. This means that for at least six months of the year, I'm away from
India , traveling to ports all over the world. It's a job I've dreamed of since childhood, and I've always loved it, even
into adulthood.

I grew up in a conservative Marwal family in Jaipur. So, my time on the merchant ship opened up
a whole new world for me. And under the guidance of experienced colleagues, in about a year, I was
transformed from a bookish nerd in engineering school into a womanizer. It all started

when, on my first shore leave in Amsterdam, Netherlands, a few colleagues dragged me to what was considered a rather high-class
red-light district. Later, I visited the dark red-light districts of other ports. Then, I began to learn how to find singles bars or other hookup spots whenever a port of call was held
around .

I learned from my colleagues the tricks and key points of how to approach women, how to read sexual cues, and how to identify the right
target regular features and am not bad-looking.

Before long, I had my first one-night stand without paying her anything. It was in a bar in Hamburg,
Germany , where I met a blonde, blue-eyed single mother in her early thirties named Luisa. She was a
huge fan of India, and I won her over without drinking much. She took me to her place, and she rode me like a cowgirl
for several hours.

The women I seduce into bed earlier were mostly white, but I gradually opened up. Chinese women,
Arab women, South American women, African women, and of course, Indian women… By the time I was twenty-five, I had slept with
almost every race.

But something was always missing; I began to crave more than just dating, casual sex, and
one-night stands . So, when I spent a month with a woman I had a one-night stand with in Mumbai, and
we started , I fell for her too.

Soon after, I began a serious monogamous relationship with Niho, an investment banker in Punjab.
The relationship lasted three years, but the actual monogamy only lasted a year. I tried my best to be faithful to Niho,

but only for a year.

During my long-term job away from her, too many temptations were hard to resist.
I was also swayed by my colleagues, most of whom were married and had been unfaithful to their wives. I
cheated on Niho again. But Niho knew about my past and had a paranoid suspicion.

For me, it wasn't long before, about two years into this relationship, right after I proposed to her…
She caught me red-handed.

We argued, quarreled, cried, yelled, and argued more. I tried to explain to her that she was
the love of my life. I had slept with other women while on missions, just meaningless, purely physical relationships. But
after many late-night arguments, I promised to stop. She agreed to give me another chance.

But we didn't stick to it. After a year of being accused, it ended in a particularly significant argument when
she threw her engagement ring into the Arabian Sea.

———

Scarred by the breakup, I returned to my old ways, even worse than before. A few years later, I
started feeling lonely again.

My parents, still clinging to the conservative customs of the Marwar people from Jaipur,
had been pressuring me to find a wife since the day I started working. When I got engaged to Niho, a woman from Punjab
, they weren't excited, but they were happy to see that I was at least settling down.

They began to love her, tolerate her little quirks, and try to get along with her from a different region. When I
told them it was over, they were still angry and sullen.

After I turned thirty, their nagging intensified. Once, after returning home from a two-month trip,
I finally gave in and let them arrange traditional arranged marriages for me.

They put their ideal daughters-in-law on a shortlist, all following the same pattern: they were, of course, from Marvar,
of equal social standing, and compatible according to their birth charts. They were beautiful, educated, but not highly educated, and capable of "managing the household."

This meant they were docile, could cook, were clean, and easy to manage.

As a merchant marine engineer with a comfortable salary, I wasn't as sought after in the marriage market as elite
bureaucrats or bank managers, but I was still quite popular.

The first woman we were set up with was exceptionally beautiful. Oh my god, just thinking about her still
makes my genitals tingle. The first two meetings with her went well. My family was delighted. We were finally allowed to
"go out," just the two of us.

The arranged marriages still didn't work out. Based on my experience with Niho, knowing my own sexual desires, and observing all my womanizing colleagues

over the years , I had to be realistic. There was only one way.
So, after ordering coffee and having
a brief conversation, I began my rehearsed monologue.

"I need to clarify a few things first. My job requires me to travel overseas for six to nine months a year, often for several months
at a . I'm a young man, full of energy and sexual desire. When I
'm on board, I'll satisfy my needs. Like I have until now. I will be emotionally faithful to you and
committed to marriage. But I want you to know beforehand that I will sleep with other women while I'm away. I've seen my colleagues
hiding things from their wives, living dishonest marriages. I don't want that. I need you…"

"Please take me home," she interrupted, her face flushed with anger.

I nodded and took her home. I didn't want my parents to know, so I begged her to come up with
some other reason to refuse me.

When the refusal was formally conveyed, the reason given was, "She's not very willing to enter into a marriage where her husband is absent half the time
." My parents were disappointed.

When the other three blind dates ended with the same reason, they were even more disappointed. These women also
couldn't tolerate my proposed "solution."

—This

is when Mina appeared. In my parents' view, Mina was a "damaged commodity." In fact,
they didn't even want to meet her, but reluctantly
agreed after pressure from friends who arranged the blind date.

Like every other blind date, I could tell that Mina was the kind of woman I'd expected from the previous ones.

But there was one big difference. She was a widow. She married a businessman when she was twenty-two, fresh out of university. Three months after
the wedding , they were in a car accident; he died, and Mina survived with minor injuries. She was also labeled "unlucky and a jinx."
She was now twenty-five and lived with her parents. Her former husband's family wouldn't take her in.

So you can imagine why, after our first meeting, when I told them I liked her, my
traditional parents were terrified.

She was beautiful, well-mannered, but more importantly, there was a strange wisdom in her eyes, perhaps
the result of three years of hardship. When I gave Mina the same speech I'd given other women, she didn't seem
angry or offended. She listened patiently.

There was a minute of silence. Then she said, “My friend Priya’s uncle from school is on a merchant ship. She
’s told me about him.”

“Okay,” I said.

We sat quietly for about a minute.

“You know about my previous marriage? And how it… ended?” she finally asked.

“Yes.”

“You have no problem with that?”

“Yes.”

“What about your parents?”

“Leave my parents’ problems to me.”

She sat quietly for another minute.

“We really can’t afford a large dowry. My parents have used up all their savings on my first
…”

“Dowry? Who mentioned a dowry? I don’t need any dowry. Neither do my parents.”

She nodded. Then she said calmly, “Give me a day or two to think about it.”

Two days later she conveyed her acceptance.

My mother was still angry, but I firmly stated my determination. And I threatened that if they continued to oppose Mina, I
would marry a foreign wife.

A month later we got married.

——————

Nine years of marriage passed smoothly. Within a few months, Mina became pregnant. Ayan was born.

We bought an apartment in Mumbai and moved our center of life there from Jaipur.

My parents quickly began to sympathize with Mina. When I didn't die within a year of our marriage, their
superstitious fears vanished.

Mina kept her side of the agreement, never mentioning the reason, and never expressing any dissatisfaction.
If the topic was brought up unintentionally in conversation, it would change course;

we only had one minor argument about the subject,
about .

We had just made love, and I said, “You’re incredible! I can’t believe you
shed all the weight you gained during pregnancy so easily.”

“I was five kilograms overweight,” she said.

“Nonsense, you’re voluptuous and sexy.”

“You’re just trying to please me.”

“No, seriously, any man would love to sleep with you.”

“Shut up!” she joked, giving me a light slap.

“If you don’t believe me, just try it.”

“What?”

“I never said it outright, but I think it was implied. I’m away half the year. You’ll have
sexual needs too. I’m not a hypocrite. If you want…”

“Stop!” she snapped, “How could you…”

Then she started crying. I apologized and dropped the subject, never bringing it up again for over seven years.

——————

The topic came up again about six months ago when we attended a friend’s tenth anniversary party.

I’d known this guy since college. It was a big event they were holding in a rather spacious bungalow in Thames
. There were about twenty people and some kids. There was a catering service, drinks, music, and
entertainment for the children, etc.

Some of my college classmates were also there, and our group quickly returned to reminiscing about the old days. Mina
mingled with the other wives, while Ayan played with the children.

Soon, about forty-five minutes had passed, and I realized I couldn't find Mina anywhere. So, I made an excuse
to leave and look for her. After asking several people if they had seen her, I finally heard Mina's
voice from the back balcony of the house, down in the porch.

"Yes. Mom, yes, I'll tell Plaka about coming home to visit." She was on the phone with her mother
.

I looked down from the balcony and waved to her. She waved back. I went downstairs to talk to her, but I ran into
another friend, and we chatted for a few minutes. Then, I continued towards the back porch.

There was a large clump of trimmed bushes there, and beyond that, I saw where she was standing. Just as I was about to
approach , I heard her voice say, "So cute!"

"Really? They're like their mom," a male voice replied.

I stopped. I recognized the voice. It was Dinesh, the guy we'd already been introduced to
. He'd come alone; his wife was away on a business trip, and his children were with their parents.

I remembered him because, at that time, I noticed him being rather blatantly eyeing Mina.
These days , it's not unusual for someone to glance at Mina. She had a very pretty face, silky long
hair, a petite yet curvaceous figure, and breasts larger than a typical D-cup. Motherhood had, in the years
that followed , accentuated her curves without making her overweight. She still attracted
a lot of attention when she went out, and even now at thirty-four, she was still striking. What

struck me was the way this guy openly stared at her, completely
oblivious . Later at the party, I noticed him flirting with many women. He was a naturally handsome
guy. I found it somewhat amusing that he might be trying to seduce Mina, while she maintained a proper, elegant lady-
like demeanor.

I tiptoed to the side. Through the gaps in the bushes, I could see them both
about twenty feet in front of me.

He was scrolling through his phone, and Mina stood beside him, looking at a picture on the screen.

“This is their mother,” he said. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“She’s very beautiful,” Mina replied politely.

“But still not as beautiful as you,” he added smoothly.

Mina blushed and looked around. She wasn’t used to compliments, even from me.

“We should get together sometime,” he said. “I saw your son earlier; he’s
about the same age as my eldest son.”

“Sure, let me know when your wife comes back to town.”

“Oh, she’s busy; she travels a lot. She’s a consultant. I wonder when she’ll have time for this
.”

“I understand.”

“Raising children isn’t easy when one spouse is always traveling, is it? Your husband says he works on
a merchant ship , so you know what that’s like.”

“It’s alright,” Mina said, looking around for me again, but it was getting dark, and I was hidden behind the bushes again.

“And it’s not just about the child. There’s also the possibility of loneliness inside,” Dinesh hinted
.

Mina remained silent.

“Think about it, when my wife is away on business and your husband is away, we can meet up sometime,”

Dinesh said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a card. “This is my business card.”

Mina said nothing, but took the card.

“I’m going back inside for another drink. Give me a call anyway.” He finished,
patting Mina lightly on the shoulder before quickly walking away.

I admired this guy’s skill at seducing women. Not too demanding. He offered a suggestion, gave her his contact
information , and walked away.

I waited a few minutes to continue observing Mina as she stood there alone, just staring at the business card in her hand.
Then she put it in her purse and took out her phone. At that moment, I decided
to emerge from behind the bushes.

“Oh, you’re here.” She smiled when she saw me. “What took you so long?”

“I ran into a friend downstairs. And then… well, I heard Dinesh talking to you.”

“Oh.” Mina’s smile vanished.

“What did you hear him say?”

“Yeah.”

“What a shameless person!” she said, looking angry

. “But I noticed you took his business card.” I laughed.

“What?” Mina looked a little annoyed.

Just then, someone came to the back door and called out, “Everyone, come in! Time to cut the cake!”

Mina and I went inside.

——————

We didn’t really have a chance to continue the conversation until very late. First, we stayed at the party for a while.
Then , Ayan drove us home. So we could only continue this line of conversation back in the bedroom;

“I threw away the business card,” Mina said as she got into bed.

“What?” I feigned ignorance.

“That guy’s business card. I put it in my wallet for one reason only: I didn’t want to
litter on the nice lawn. I was going to throw it in the trash later. And I already did.”

“Honey, there’s no need to be so averse to it. Even if you left the card and went to see that guy, you know how I feel
about it .”

She just shook her head and turned away. I put a hand on her shoulder and said nothing more.

A minute later, she said, “So, if I… call that guy and meet him, you have no
problem with that ?”

“Of course.”

“You saw what he was implying. If I… you know… start messing around with him?” She turned
to look me in the eye.

“I’ve said it before, even after we got married. I’m not a hypocrite.”

“Easy to say, all of this seems easy for you in theory. But believe me, I’m
someone ’s had to struggle with this… all these years.”

“I know you are. That’s why I said I could accept it if the situation were reversed.”

She just snorted and turned away again.

We were silent for a moment before I said, "Have you ever thought about what it would feel like
to be ?"

"I've been with other men besides you," she replied without turning around.

"What???" I sat bolt upright.

"When??? Where???"

She turned to look at me expressionlessly.

"Does this bother you?" she asked calmly.

"Yes… I mean no… I mean…" I was confused.

Over the years, I had insisted that she was free to explore other ways to achieve sexual
satisfaction . An eye for an eye, she could do the same as I did.

But hearing her say it so casually seemed to pierce my heart.

Mina just stared at me, as if waiting for me to say something.

Finally, I said, "If you've already slept with other men, I have no problem with it."

"Really?" she asked.

“Yes, that’s true. I just… I’d rather be honest. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Did you ever tell me when you were messing around with those sluts on the ship?” Mina said sarcastically.

“You said you didn’t want to know.”

“I didn’t want to know. Then why do you want to?” she retorted sharply.

“I…” I couldn’t say a word.

The atmosphere was tense, and after a while, Mina laughed.

“Look at you, telling me I’ve been with other men, and your reaction? You even said you were okay.”

“So it’s not true?”

“It is true.”

“Who???”

“Why does it matter if you want to know?”

“Mina!” I was annoyed. I was

also a little confused because my mind was filled with
images , and I could feel my penis starting to throb.

“Okay, very good,” Mina said, pausing for a long time before adding, “My first husband.”

“Huh???”

“Sometimes you can be so silly. You asked me if I’ve ever been curious about what it would be like with a man other than you
, and I said I’ve been with other men. Before I met you. My
first husband is dead.”

“Oh!”

I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment.

“So you mean…”

“Yes, I answered your question literally. But if you want to know, since we got married,
no, I’ve never been with another man. But if I had, your reaction says a lot.
Conceptually, I know I would never do such a thing, so it’s simple. But if I had
… you’d go crazy.”

She turned away again. I just lay there thinking about what she said.

————

After that conversation, neither of us talked about it anymore.

We soon visited her parents. A month later, I was back on the ship. Back to my usual
routine.

But things changed. I suddenly found myself increasingly imagining Mina with another
man . Even when I went ashore to sleep with young and beautiful girls, I found myself imagining that Mina was
having sex with men like Dinesh.

This fantasy started to arouse me sexually. Of course, I wouldn't mention it to her, but these thoughts began
to linger in my mind.

The next time I called home via internet, after chatting about this and that, Mina said, "By the way, I had a rather awkward conversation with
Dara ."

"Haha, about catching him having sex?"

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"I was downstairs, watching over Ayan and his friends because they were playing at the playground. I was reading a book when I noticed
Dara approaching me. I looked at him, feeling a little embarrassed, and he seemed very uncomfortable too.
Finally, he said, 'Madam, I'm sorry about that night. Please don't tell the community council. I can't lose my
job.' I told him, 'I don't understand what you're talking about.' I hoped he would let it go;"

"Would he?"

"No, that idiot doesn't understand. I made it obvious that I was pretending nothing happened and that I wouldn't
tell anyone. But he insisted, 'That night, madam. On the roof.' I angrily told him,
'I really don't understand what you're talking about.'" "Please let me see my book." He was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm
sorry, madam. I...I can't. I don't have a proper home to keep her company. That shack is where I
share with another gatekeeper, Bank...it wasn't built for privacy." I finally changed tactics and said,
"Dara, please, just...it's okay. I won't tell anyone. Don't bother me now." "

So, he finally gave you some peace and quiet?"

"I hope so! He started talking about how his wife died five years ago, how lonely he was, how helpless he was,
and everything else. In the end, I had to get up and walk away. Luckily, he didn't follow."

"As long as he thinks you won't tell anyone, I think he should be okay."

"I hope so, but I still can't get those images and sounds
out ."

"The sound of moaning?"

"And the sound of slapping."

"He was slapping her???"

"No, no...you know." She blushed shyly.

"When someone is really putting on sex...the sound of flesh hitting flesh."

"Haha, he was fucking her so hard that their bodies made sounds? That old man?"

"Hehe, yeah, it was very intense...it was so perverted. I mean, on the rooftop, out in
the open , that old man with a maid who was only half his age. Like this. And the sounds she made..."

Mina's voice suddenly became a little hoarse.

"Sounds like you're in heat too!" I joked.

"Shut up!" she giggled.

"Sounds like someone wanted her to be in the maid's position!" I said.

"What???" An angry look flashed across Mina's face.

"Why would you say that?"

"Relax, relax, I was just joking."

"Such a nasty joke!" she said, even angrier.

"I'm sorry, Mina. Honestly, I didn't realize you'd be so upset." Mina just glared at
me for a few seconds. Then she said, "I'm going to sleep. Goodbye."

She logged off.

——————

I sat there, stunned by what had just happened. This was the angrier Mina I'd ever seen. She was naturally
shy, quiet, and not usually argumentative. In nine years of marriage, she had never once
raised . Whenever we disagreed, she usually backed down immediately. If she was unhappy, she would either
sulk mildly, or occasionally shed tears, or remain completely silent.

But this time was unprecedented. I didn't know why she had become so agitated. I had made
similar obscene jokes in the past, but she either ignored them or gave me a long face.

I wanted to call her and explain, but considering how angry she was, I decided to give her some
time to calm down.

Half an hour later, my Skype screen started ringing. I responded.

"I'm so sorry," Mina said, sounding regretful and looking nervous. "I don't know
what happened to me."

"I'm sorry too, darling. I didn't expect you to be upset."

"No, it...it's actually my fault."

"No, I was a little out of sorts." "

You're not. Actually...that's why I lost my composure."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, God...I don't know how to say it." She buried her face in her hands.

"What's wrong, darling?"

She only kept her face buried in her hands for a minute before finally lifting it.

"I...I dreamt of Dara."

"Yes..."

"Two nights ago. It was...like you said...in the dream, I was in the maid's position." Her
face was absolutely red.

“Okay, anything else?”

“Anything else?”

“Oh, did you do anything?”

“In a dream?”

“No, in reality.”

“Of course not!” Mina said.

“It’s just… I had a dream like that. Ever since then, I’ve kept thinking about it
. It… it aroused my lust.”

I leaned back and laughed.

“You feel guilty because you dreamed about a guy?”

“Yes!”

I started laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” she asked, annoyed.

“Hahaha, come on, Mina. Nine years of marriage, always faithful, and you feel
guilty for having a wet dream? Compared to that, what should I be doing?”

“I’m not like you,” she said coldly.

“I know, I know.” I held up my palm.

She seemed silent.

“It’s not just this dream,” she said.

“Generally speaking… the past year or so… has been a little different.”

“How so?”

“I just feel… often… inexplicably aroused. Thinking about… you know.”

“Thinking about sex?”

“Yes.”

This wasn’t entirely surprising news. During my last three-month stay at home, I noticed a significant increase in Mina's
libido .

Our sex life has always been satisfying. Ever since our marriage, Mina
has been ready whenever I initiate sex. In earlier years, she would be a little hesitant and shy, especially during her pregnancies, and
in the year after A-Yang was born. But as the years have passed, she has become increasingly sexually adept. She is by no means a tigress in bed.

However, over the years, she has become accustomed to me giving her oral sex and enjoys trying out small experiences.

I have never pushed her too far because my casual sex partners are often very wild and boisterous.
So , sex with Mina is more like a home-cooked meal—simple and comforting. I spread
my illegitimate child abroad, and when I return home, I respect Mina's proper and conventional personality, considering moderate to low-key sexual
activity.

But during my last trip home, I noticed she was moaning more during sex, orgasming more easily, and
generally being more sensual. Although she wasn't quite at the point of actively initiating sex, she had given
subtle signals of readiness a few times.

"So you get horny often?"

"That's such a nasty question!" she said, making a face.

"But yes, this time after you left, I found myself craving more physical intimacy. Something that's never happened
before ."

"It's natural."

"It shouldn't be me!"

"Darling, don't you know that most women reach
their sexual ?"

"Really?"

"Yes, especially after a woman has children, your body starts to feel confident, after years of trying..."
"After this experience, now it's time to arouse your libido."

"Hmm..." She seemed thoughtful.

"How often do you masturbate?" I asked casually.

"Prakka!" She blushed.

"Heh, tell me, if you can't tell your husband of nine years, who else can you tell?"

"Please."

"Five times a day?"

"No, no, no."

"And how often?"

"Once or twice. In the morning shower or before bed at night."

"And what do you think?"

"You." She answered a little too quickly.

I felt like I was pressuring her a bit, so I let it go.

But it had taken almost ten years to get this opportunity to have an honest conversation with her.

We were both silent for a while. Finally, she said, "Anyway, I really have to go to sleep now."

"Masturbate for me," I said.

"Shut up!"

"Come on! I'm alone in my little cabin."

"But it still feels weird."

I tried to coax her to say more, but she kept refusing, so I let her go.

(To be continued)

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