[Who Guards the Gatekeeper?] (8) Author: aurelius1982

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(VIII)

I watched the scene unfolding in the three rooms of my house.

Vina went into the kitchen, where her loose-fitting tunic had been pulled off and thrown on the floor. She
went to the kitchen sink to wash her face first. The petite maid quickly put on the loose-fitting tunic and went to the living room, picking up her loose-fitting sharva trousers
along the way .

Dara was still sitting on the sofa, watching her, his legs and arms outstretched as if he owned the place.

"Don't put it on yet," he roared, "Take off the tunic."

Vina sighed and obeyed. Naked again, she walked uncertainly toward Dara.

Meanwhile, I shifted my attention to my wife, naked in the bathroom. She was washing
the semen left on her vulva and her face. As soon as she finished, she dried herself with a towel and picked up her phone. She sat on the toilet and
started doing something on her phone.

A few seconds later, my phone rang. It was a text message from Mina.

"Can you receive this? Can we talk?"

I stared at the text message for a full minute, considering whether I should speak to her. I didn't want to say anything that might
inadvertently reveal that I was in Mumbai and aware of some of what had happened.

On the other hand, she had lied to me, hiding things from me, and perhaps her first threesome was the
trigger that would make her reveal the truth.

I sat there, thinking, watching Mina's naked breasts heaving on the screen. She was staring at the phone,
waiting for a response. I weighed the pros and cons, considering for a few minutes.

Just then, a rapid knocking on the bathroom door startled Mina. While I was distracted,
Dara, still naked, had already reached the bathroom door. Naked Vina followed behind him.

"What is it?" she asked angrily.

Dara didn't say anything, just knocked on the door again.

"What is it?" my wife asked even louder.

But the response was another rapid knocking.

Mina clicked her tongue in annoyance. She placed her phone on top of the toilet tank and stood up
. She slightly opened the door and poked her head out, asking, "What's up?"

Dara simply pushed the door open forcefully, causing Mina to stumble back a few steps, before stepping in.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Mina retorted fearlessly. "What do you want?"

He walked to the side of the bathroom, to the shower. He turned the knob, letting the cold water hit his chest.

"I want to take a shower," he answered truthfully.

Water cascaded over the old watchman's thin, but muscular body. He reached for the soap and began to lather his chest.
Mina and Vina stood there naked, bewildered.

Dara scrubbed his face with the soap, washing with one hand while holding the soap in the other.

"Soap my back!" he said.

The two married women looked at each other, unsure who he was ordering. They both seemed
to think he was calling on the other.

"Hurry up!" Dara said impatiently.

His eyes remained closed in the rinsing water, not looking at them, as he held out his hand holding the soap. The maid,
accustomed to submission, immediately went to him. She took the soap from his hand and began rubbing his back.

"Vina?" he said, his eyes still closed.

"Yes," she answered meekly.

"Nothing, I guessed it would be you."

He opened his eyes, turned to face her.

"I just wanted to see which one of you would respond. Whoever responds will get a reward—bathe here with me—and whoever
doesn't will get a task."

"A task?" Mina asked nervously.

But Dara remained silent for about a minute as Vina came behind him and began rinsing
the soap . He didn't even glance at Mina, leaving her to wait and see. I could see
a smile spread across Vina's face.

"Your hands are so rough!" Dara said, a little annoyed.

"Look at the lady's. So smooth and delicate."

This man was a master of mind games. He was manipulating the minds of these two women, who clearly
had strong feelings for him and craved his praise. One minute he was praising Vina and belittling Mina,
the he was doing the exact opposite.

How could this lowly gatekeeper be so indulged? I thought, perhaps it was his military training. Even
with such a small compliment, I saw Mina suppress a shy smile.

"I have to earn a living with my own hands," Vina said sourly. "I'm not like some wealthy ladies who
live off their husbands' salaries."

"Very true," Dara said, turning to embrace Vina.

As the cold water splashed over them, their two naked bodies clung tightly together.

I watched Mina's face. She saw them cuddling like lovers and a flicker of
jealousy . She turned to leave.

"Wait!" Dara said. "Listen to your task first."

"Get out of here," Mina said, but didn't stop.

"At least let me finish. There's nothing too demanding. You just have to do this: your task is
to make breakfast for us while we take a nice shower here."

"Make it myself!" Mina retorted, walking out of the bathroom.

I noticed she had forgotten her phone behind her. She practically stomped back to the bedroom and started changing. First ,
she put on a regular bra and panties. Then, interestingly, she seemed a little unsure what to wear next.

First, she took out a sari and a petticoat. She held them for a moment, as if thinking about something. Then she put them
back and took out loose-fitting sharwa trousers and a tight-fitting kamiz long cardigan. Again, she hesitated for a moment. Finally,
she decided on an outfit I rarely saw her wear.

It was one of several full-length loungewear pieces she owned.
In these to cover their entire body appropriately, but they are also loose enough and thin enough to prevent sweating. Mina
always said she didn't like them because she felt they seemed old-fashioned, a bit "old-fashioned." But here she wore
one, a blue one.

I guessed her reason. After spending so much time naked or nearly naked, she felt...
Dissatisfaction, shame, or even an unwillingness to show her body again. There was also the obvious possibility of a salesman or delivery
boy ringing the doorbell. The long gown would maintain her dignity. At the same time, it would be easy
to remove if she were to have another passionate encounter with Dara. Very practical.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Dara and Vina were naked and intimate like sexually frustrated teenagers. They kept
soaping and rinsing each other, slowly savoring the feeling of the shower. Frankly, neither of them had many opportunities to enjoy
a shower.

Mina dressed, straightened her hair, and tied it into a bun, clearly looking like a housewife, and she left
the bedroom . She paused for a second in the bathroom, overhearing the doorman and maid's giggles. Then she went to
the kitchen. To start cooking, as Dara had ordered.

Mina busied herself in the kitchen, re-brewing tea and baking roti. Meanwhile, in the bathroom,
Dara was kneeling on the floor, beneath Vina, while the thin maid was still standing and showering. He continued relentlessly, bringing
her wave after wave of orgasm.

After about fifteen minutes, Mina finished cooking and carried the food and tea to the table. She looked somewhat
annoyed ; her first extramarital lover and first lesbian partner were still in the bathroom. She went to the bathroom door and
knocked loudly, while Vina was in the middle of another orgasm.

"Coming!" Dara shouted, drowning out Vina's loud moans.

Finally, the two of them came out and dried themselves with our towels.

Dara still looked as if he owned the place. Vina also walked briskly, probably as a result of a satisfying
orgasm .

"You can put on some clothes," Dara said to Vina, and she did.

But Dara himself only put on his underwear, and as he sat down at the table, barely clothed, Mina
gave her lover a meaningful look.

"Smells good!" Dara said, reaching for the roti.

Vina looked a little lost. She picked up her plate but just stood there. Dara raised his eyebrows at her
questioningly .

“Should I…sit on the floor?” she asked nervously, glancing between Dara and Mina.

The question was understandable. In India, domestic helpers are expected to sit on the floor, not on furniture

. “It’s alright,” Mina said reluctantly, settling down opposite Dara.

“Sit in a chair,” Dara said, then added with a laugh, “She’s been lying on top of you for so long,
I’m sure she won’t mind you sitting in her darling chair.”

The two women blushed, thinking of their lewd threesome with him.

The three of them began to wolf down their food. Clearly, their appetites had been whetted by the sexual activity.

I was watching this strange scene, something completely unimaginable just a week ago
. My wife was sitting obediently at our table, treating a lowly
maid as an equal. And this old Gurkha gatekeeper, still only in his underwear, sitting in my usual chair,
probably earning less in a year than I do in a week. He was still giving orders, and I was sitting
just minutes away, watching it all.

“You have to decide on a time,” Dara said, finishing his first roti and reaching for
another .

“What?” Vina asked.

“You’re now the lady’s maid. You’re paid double, and you have to decide when you’ll come to do your
work.”

Mina and Vina exchanged glances. They had clearly forgotten Dara’s orders regarding work.

“I don’t know,” Mina said. “I’ve never had a maid. It’s just me and my little boy. There
really isn’t that much work.”

“She can help take care of him. In the other two households, she often takes care of the children,” Dara said, his smile
suddenly widening.

“Actually, she should totally help take care of him. Like you did, taking him to the playground or something in the evenings.”

This meant Dara would have a few hours alone with my wife, increasing his chances of having sex with her.

Vina nodded, followed by Mina.

“She should come in the morning…when I’m free, like during this time.”

This meant more threesomes. Dara now seemed quite pleased with how things had turned out
.

“My husband will be back in a little over a week,” Mina emphasized.

“That’s it, we should make the most of the remaining time,” Dara said. “Come here!”

He beckoned to my wife as if she were a waitress. She obediently stood up and walked to
his side.

“Why are you dressed like this?” he asked, tugging at her loose dress. “I’ve never seen you in
a long gown .”

Mina simply shrugged. He reached down to her breasts and squeezed them through the fabric. My wife flinched
, indicating that Dara had probably managed to arouse her nipples.

Dara pushed his chair back, pointing his right index finger at the ground. Mina glanced at him sideways.

“What do you mean?” she said angrily.

“Do I have to tell you?” Dara laughed. "Kneel down and suck my cock."

Mina reluctantly knelt down, glancing at Vina, and said, "While you were having fun in the bathroom,
didn't she already do it?"

"Maybe she did, maybe she didn't," Dara said, then reached out to stroke my wife's cheek.

"But seeing your beautiful face and your full, thick lips enveloping my cock is a
visual treat."

Vina looked a little hurt.

Dara continued playing mind games, taking turns praising one person and insulting the other. This seemed to be quite effective,
as Mina quickly pulled his cock out of his underwear and put it in her mouth, sucking it greedily. Dara
went back to eating his roti and drinking tea as if nothing had happened.

I watched my wife on the screen, kneeling on the floor, half her body under the table, passionately sucking the old
gatekeeper 's cock. As she gave him a very enjoyable blowjob, the camera angle showed me her delicate, smooth
cheeks being pulled in and out. Her slender fingers skillfully played with his testicles.

I was surprised by my wife's change; just a few weeks ago, she was absolutely against oral sex. This made me
realize that , at least in the realm of sex, Dara meant much more to her than I did.

While they continued performing oral sex, Vina would steal glances at their performance for a few minutes. The only sounds were Dara and Vina...
The sounds of them chewing their food mingled with the occasional gagging and coughing of Mina.

"Are you full?"

Dara asked, looking at Vina's empty plate. She nodded.

"Then start cleaning up in the kitchen. You're her maid now."

The petite maid reluctantly stood up and slowly began to walk towards the kitchen. She glanced back at her lover and
my wife a few times before leaving the room.

"Get up." Dara patted Mina's shoulder.

She obeyed his command, and I saw his penis, now fully erect and glistening with my wife's
saliva .

"Pull up your blouse."

Mina bent down and pulled her blouse up to her waist, revealing her soft, shapely legs and her panties. Dara quickly
pulled down her panties. She kicked them away.

As she stood obediently, clutching the blouse that was bunched up around her waist, Dara's fingers poked into her
vulva , easily penetrating her.

"Looks like you're ready," he said, and Mina blushed.

"Turn around, bend over, and put your elbows on the table."

Mina complied, forced to let go, causing her long gown to fall.

Dara stood up, pulled off his underwear, stood behind her, and pulled the gown up again. This revealed her large, round,
bare buttocks, which he admired for a few seconds before slapping them a few times. Then, without a second thought
, Dara's penis was already inside my wife's eagerly awaiting vagina.

"Mmm... mmm..." Mina moaned with pleasure.

As Dara began to thrust deeply and slowly into her, she clenched her fists and closed her eyes.

Again, I was amazed at how insatiable Dara was. After having a threesome with my wife and the maid, he
had spent a long time in the shower with the maid, then sucked my wife's penis, and now he was
doing this.

He grabbed the fold of the gown, which just reached past my wife's waist, with his right hand and began to thrust into her, the movement causing
the table to creak and the dishes on it to vibrate. Every few seconds, in the throes of sexual pleasure, he would slap my wife's buttocks hard with
his left hand making her scream.

Vina came out of the kitchen, broom in hand, and stopped. She watched
how my wife was being roughly taken from the dining table. Mina turned her head, and their eyes met. Vina looked a little jealous and aroused.

She hesitated a few steps toward the two of them, and Dara spoke, simply saying, "Do your job.
I've already made you feel good many times in the bathroom."

Vina obediently began sweeping the floor, only occasionally glancing at the dining table.

At this moment, Dara's pride and arrogance swelled even more, and who could blame him? He had two beautiful married women more than ten
years , whom he manipulated, one of whom was a sexy lady from a high-class family.

I also noticed that his dominance over Mina had increased significantly. On their
first , he was very cautious, respecting her body language and not rushing. At that time, he was still
conquering her, and it was understandable that he was cautiously testing Mina's limits. But now, he knew he possessed my wife completely
, and he could act recklessly and without restraint, treating her purely like a sex toy.

So for me, watching what he did to my wife aroused me, but also made me feel
less like a man.

He began to slap her buttocks dozens of times. Then, he cupped her face in his hands, slipped his fingers into her
open mouth, and pulled her head back, lifting her chest off the table.

In this position, each deep thrust made Mina let out the most bestial moans. Her
breasts pressed against the fabric of her long dress, and the row of hooks under her neck loosened due to the movement.

With his penis still buried deep inside her, he pulled my wife to her feet and backed away. She staggered back a few steps
with him, seemingly a little surprised. When he slumped into the chair, he pulled her down to sit on his
lap.

"Ride me, you cunt," he roared in her ear.

Mina put her hands on her knees, and as his thick penis entered her body, she began
to bounce up and down on his lap.

She looked so obscene and vile, her body only half-covered by her long robe. She bent forward,
hands on her knees like a cricket goalkeeper, her large, round buttocks bouncing on the Gurkhas' thighs. Her
hair was disheveled, forming a veil around her sweat-drenched and lustful face. As she swayed back and forth, most of her cleavage was revealed from
the partially unhooked neckline of her blouse. Her long robe was quickly half-soaked with sweat.

Even Vina, in the middle of her cleaning, paused, staring at the obscene sight for a few seconds.

Dara simply sat back, enjoying the sex, letting Mina do all the work. A triumphant
expression , for this woman, who had toyed with him and played with him for weeks before letting him have her, now
bounced on his lap like a porn star.

"Now turn around and ride me. As you ride me, I want to see your face and kiss your lips," Dara
said .

Mina moaned, obediently moving forward to let his penis slide out. She turned around, first removing her sweat-soaked
long dress, which must have been very uncomfortable. Then, wearing only her bra, she approached the chair.

"I like you like this. Completely naked except for your bra." Dara laughed, patting her bra-covered
breasts.

There was no reaction. Mina straddled Dara's thigh with one leg, then the other. Then, grabbing his shoulders
for support, she lowered her bare buttocks on his legs, and as his member entered her vagina again, she began
to ride him, sliding her hips back and forth, testing the load-bearing capacity of the simple dining chair.

As they continued their intercourse, Dara grabbed her hair and kissed her forcefully.

"Madam, don't you feel any shame? Riding a poor gatekeeper like this in front of your maid
?" Dara twisted the knife of humiliation on Mina again.

"Shut up!" the lady snorted, but did not stop.

The intercourse continued for several more minutes, during which Dara kept kissing my wife, biting her lips, and licking her
face.

Vina was cleaning the living room, dawdling occasionally to keep an eye on them. Finally, she reluctantly went to clean the bedroom
.

I could see the trembling and moans coming from my wife; she was about to climax.

Dara realized this too, because he slipped a fist between her legs and began to fondle her genitals.
"Tee. I'm sure she'll reach her peak at any moment.

" "Ding-dong!"

The doorbell rang, and Mina and Dara froze.

"Oh no," Mina whispered, "Who could it be?"

"The postman," came the voice from the other side of the door.

"Wait a minute," Mina called out, sliding out of Dara's seat and whispering, "Didn't that idiot Bank give
us any warning?"

Dara nodded but remained seated, and Mina quickly pulled her long coat back on, fastening it around her neck.

"Go to another room," Mina said urgently to Dara in a low voice.

"Why? Just open the door a little. He can't see the table from there," Dara replied lazily.

He was right. Mina seemed about to argue, but the bell rang impatiently again. She clicked her tongue, went to
the door, and tried to comb her hair as neatly as possible.

"Yes?" she asked, opening the door at a 45-degree angle.

"Madam, registered mail," he said, handing her a cushion and a pen.

"Oh, okay."

Dara leaned naked against the table, a smile on her face. Even Vina stopped cleaning the bedroom and listened to
what was happening.

The doorman tried not to stare at my wife, but he clearly noticed she looked panting and
sweating.

My wife, who had just been fucked, was breathing more heavily than usual. She tried to sign her name on the mat, but she seemed to have some difficulty.

"This pen won't write," she said, shaking the pen and trying again.

The shaking caused a button on her long shirt to come undone, revealing a little bit of her cleavage. The postman noticed and, before
politely turning his head away, stole a half-second glance. Mina quickly buttoned it back up. The postman must have also noticed that this
woman had just been fucked. If he knew it was the doorman who had done it, maybe he would have tried his luck too.

I thought to myself, if he knew how sexually aroused Mina was, he might even have had a chance to
sleep with her. I had a slightly unbalanced fantasy: the doorman, the postman, open to everyone.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The postman rummaged through his pockets. “I don’t have any other pens. Do you?”

Mina sighed, glancing quickly to make sure Dara was out of the postman’s sight.

“Wait here for a moment,” she said to the postman, turning around.

She went to the glass cabinet where we usually kept our pens. She opened the bottom drawer and bent down to take out a
pen. As she did this, I could see the postman’s eyes widen.

The reason was obvious. Bending over caused the sweat-soaked fabric of her long shirt to cling to Mina’s buttocks, partly
sinking into her cleft, perfectly outlining her shapely hips, clearly showing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

This vision lasted only a second, as my wife straightened up and pulled the fabric out of her cleft.

But the postman had just been treated to a rare glimpse of the shapely
buttocks of a young, upper-class housewife. As she walked back, the postman smiled shyly, she signed the letter on the mat, took the letter, and then closed
the door.

“Hahahaha,” Dara burst into laughter.

“Shut up!” Mina glared at her as she put the letter down and walked back to the table.

“This is really funny,” Dara said, putting his arm around my wife and patting her cheek.

“It’s not funny,” Mina said irritably. “Things are getting out of control.”

“Come on, this is great. You’re here, having an affair with your doorman, and a postman knocks on the door. It’s like
a porn movie.”

“Yeah, life isn’t a porn movie.”

She slapped his hand away and walked away.

“I want you to leave.”

“What?” Dara said with a laugh. “But we’ve had so much fun!”

Vina had already come out of the bedroom at the same time, listening to the argument.

“You’ve had enough fun today.”

Mina tried to sound like the bossy lady. Her voice carried a strong sense of impatience.

Dara glanced at her, shrugged, and decided not to insist anymore. As she said, he had already had plenty of sex.

He started getting dressed, grinning the whole time.

“When am I coming back?”

“Never!” Mina blurted out.

“Really?” Dara asked.

Mina stared at him for a few seconds, the anger on her face fading.

"No, I... I'll let you know. Dara. Please understand, all of this is unbearable for me. I
'm just a simple housewife."

Vina stood in the corner and scoffed.

"You!" Mina turned and glared at her.

"You get out too."

"But I haven't finished sweeping yet..."

"I don't care. I'll make you lose your job, and I'll pay you. You don't have to work for this. In fact, I
'd rather you didn't."

"Suit yourself," Vina said with a smile. Nobody would mind getting paid for doing nothing.

"But that's not right," Dara interjected. "If you pay her, she has to work."

Mina glared at him, then covered her face with her hands.

"Please, you two. I don't want to discuss this anymore. I just want to be alone."

Dara, now dressed, looked at Vina and shrugged. Soon, they both left the apartment. Mina
closed the door and bolted it, presumably so Dara couldn't just come in with his key.

The next few hours were largely peaceful. Mina went to the bathroom and took a nice shower.
Then , dressed in a sari, and perhaps exhausted from the morning's sex, she fell asleep immediately. She woke up before our son came home
from school and went to pick him up.

I sat in my hotel room dealing with some work-related matters while keeping a close eye on my wife.

Watching her pick up Ayan and busy with housework almost made me forget that just a few hours earlier, she had been
swaying her hips up and down on our doorman's lap. She had almost suddenly reverted to the virtuous housewife and mother I
had known for almost ten years. She changed Ayan, making him eat vegetables while watching TV and then do his
homework.

In the meantime, she cleaned the living room, paying particular attention to the chair she had ridden over Dara, scrubbing it vigorously. Time
ticked by, and she sent Ayan off for a nap. Afterward, my wife, dressed in a proper sari, sat idly in front of
the television , watching a soap opera.

A while later, the doorbell rang.

She went to the door, looked through the peephole, and sighed before opening it.

"Madam, what's going on?"

Bank, the tall, burly young gatekeeper, entered, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"Shh! Ayan's sleeping," Mina said, tiptoeing to our son's room, closing and bolting
the door.

Bank stood there, looking like a child who'd had candy stolen from him.

"What's wrong with you?" Mina asked, maintaining a relatively cold demeanor.

"Dara told me a bunch of nonsense…is it true?"

"What did he tell you?"

Bank briefly and accurately summarized what had happened earlier that day. Hearing a third person describe
her downfall, Mina's face went from white to pink to crimson.

"Is it true?" the young man glared.

"The postman came, why didn't you call to warn me?" Mina glared back.

"What?"

"The postman. He knocked on the door to deliver a registered letter while Dara and I were…you know, you weren't aware
of it ?"

Anger flashed across Bank's face.

“How would I know he was going to that house? Do I read minds?”

“You can ask him. Isn’t that your job as a gatekeeper?” Mina interjected.

Bank took a few big strides and grabbed my wife’s hair.

“Listen, you slut,” he hissed menacingly, “I know what a gatekeeper’s job is. It’s
definitely not keeping watch while you’re being raped by Dara day and night, and having threesomes with him.”

“Let go!” Mina struggled, but his grip was too strong.

I prepared to get up so I could rush over if he did something rash, but he finally let go.

“That’s what you said one day? You have standards, threesomes are beyond your limits. But when Dara snaps his
fingers, you’ll wriggle your ass and do whatever he wants. Including threesomes with him and Vina.”

“I…I didn’t want this to happen.”

“He forced you?”

“No, not entirely.”

“How?” He glared.

Mina didn’t say anything more, just lowered her head in shame. She was silent for about a minute. Bank had been
waiting for an answer. Finally, he lost his patience. He grabbed her shoulders and began to turn her around.

"What are you doing?" Mina protested.

"Dara's had her fun, now it's my turn."

His right hand was gripping the sari around her waist, his trousers bulging.

"Bank, please no, my son is in the next room," she pleaded.

Bank stopped and then released her.

"Fine. When your son is home, I can't touch you. When he's at school, you're Dara's property. And what about
me?"

I felt sorry for the guy. He had a point. He was actually the first one to seduce my wife
, and now Dara was sitting in his doorman's chair, enjoying herself.

"Please leave, I beg you," Mina clasped her hands in front of him.

He glared at her for a moment, then left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Once Bank was out, Mina sat on the sofa, sighed, and began to sob. I felt
sorry for her too, but at the same time, I felt a little resentful. Just as I was about to call her, I saw her pick up the phone. I guessed
she'd call me. She dialed a number and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello, Aunt Indu? It's me, Mina."

Huh? Why was she calling her aunt in Tana?

"I'm fine. Yes, Ayan is fine too. I just wanted to ask you for a favor. There's some renovation work going on in our building over the next
few days , and it'll be very noisy. I'm worried it might affect Ayan's sleep. Could we
stay with you for a few days until the work is finished? I don't want to cause any inconvenience… Oh, thank you so much."

Hmm, this was an interesting twist. I knew Mina was terrified; under Dara's control,
she'd unwittingly fallen into such a deep abyss. I thought she'd pause, try to back down a bit. But I didn't expect her
to want to escape her current situation. And that's what happened.

She rushed to the bedroom, seemingly in a great hurry, and started packing. Half an hour later, she woke Ayan, left
the house, and was gone. I just stared at my empty house for a while, wondering if she'd change her mind and
come back. But no, she left.

“What do you mean by ‘left’?”

I shifted my attention to the view coming from the gatekeeper’s shed. The door opened, and Dara walked in,
Bank following.

“What do you think I mean? She’s gone.”

“Where did she go? Shopping?”

“No, she took a suitcase and all her things. With her son, she left.”

“Why didn’t you stop her?” Dara was furious.

“I couldn’t stop her. There are a lot of neighbors around. What would happen if I stopped her from leaving and they saw?”

Dara looked a little annoyed, but then his face softened, and he shrugged.

“I think we’ve pushed her a bit too far. Maybe she just needs a break. But she’ll come back.
After all , this is her home,” he said.

“You’re killing the goose that lays the golden eggs,” Bank said angrily.

“Not entirely. She’s hooked. A few days without a thick piece of flesh stuffed into her cunt, I’m sure she
’ll come running back. I know these kinds of women.”

I admired Dara’s confidence, though I didn’t know if it was overconfidence; my wife seemed to be firmly
in his grasp. Between her and him, it seemed there was more than just sex; there was some deep emotional
connection .

That night, I received a short email from my wife.

"Dear Prakayan and I will stay at Aunt Indu's until you return. Things at home
have become very complicated, and I really can't deal with them anymore. I'll tell you more details when we meet
. When you return, call a taxi to Aunt Indu's to pick us up and take us home together. Amina."

The next few days were quite boring. I kept watching all the images that came through, considering that, as Dara
had predicted, she might come back wanting to try something new. But she tried to stay far away.

I did see Dara and Bank raping Vina a few times on the rooftop or in their shack, but that
wasn't really what I cared about.

All the previous scenes had aroused my sexual desire, so after watching the empty images for a few days, I contacted my...
A casual sex partner. I arranged to meet her for dinner at the luxurious Pearl Coral Restaurant, and then I spent the night at her place, sleeping with
her three times because the image of Mina kept replaying in my mind.

My "official" return date was only a few days away, and I couldn't wait to sleep with my wife as if I
had .

Before noon the next day, I returned to the hotel from my casual sex partner's place, ready to dismantle all the equipment and head home.

When I saw the screen, I stopped. The bedroom screen showed Mina, naked except for her underwear,
curled up asleep. There was also a completely naked Vina curled up on the other side of the bed. But what made me stop
was a person between them. A dark-skinned, medium-sized man with a stubble beard,
wearing 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 wasn't on the screen. I guessed that
Mina couldn't control her desires, leaving our son at her aunt's place and coming over to have sex all night.

But who was this guy? And where were Dara and Bank? I didn't see them on any of the transmitted
footage . I immediately went back to the log file. At a random point in time, I clicked to open a transmitted
feed from the living room. This was before 9 p.m. Mina, dressed in elegant Sharva loose trousers and a Kamiz tight-fitting long blouse,
was sweeping the floor with a broom.

I pressed the fast-forward play button, and a series of images flashed by: Mina cleaning the room, watching
TV , taking clothes out of a bag, and other mundane things.

At 9:30, I saw her reach for the phone and answer it, and I pressed normal play. It was clearly Dara
calling. I could only hear what she was saying.

"What is it???"

"No...no...no!"

"Yeah, I won't open the door."

"I'm telling you, I just need to rest. Can't you have some respect?"

"No, I didn't come here to provoke you. I need to find some books, toys, and clothes for my son
."

"Do whatever you want. I don't care, I don't care. Jump off the roof, I don't care."

"No, I might not even be here by midnight."

"Goodbye. Go to hell."

Mina threw her phone on the sofa and sat down heavily next to it, looking annoyed. Then, she went to
the bedroom and stayed there for a while. So, I opened the bedroom file and dragged the cursor to
the time she left the living room.

She was sitting at the computer, typing angrily. Maybe an email for me? Since she kept
typing, I switched back to the live feed.

Still nothing. The three of them were still fast asleep. This stranger was snoring now.

I quickly scrolled through the bedroom file, and for a long time, she just sat there, typing incessantly. I checked my
emails. Nothing from her. If she hadn't finished writing the email, or hadn't
sent it .

Finally, when she got up, the time was 10:53. I had already synchronized the time of the living room archive and
saw her walk to the sofa and pick up her phone. She dialed a number and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello, Aunt. Is Ayan still awake?"

"No, no, let him sleep. I just wanted to call and say I won't be back until tomorrow. It's really late
. Yes, okay, thank you very much."

I found it amusing that perhaps as she typed out all the details of her affair, my wife was aroused again, and she
was reconsidering her earlier desires.

But who exactly 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 phone and dialed a number. She held
the phone to her ear. No answer.

"Bastard!" she hissed under her breath.

And dialed the number again. No answer. Mina sat staring at the screen, her hand supporting her chin, as if
pondering next move.

"Oh, damn it!" she finally said to herself, standing up.

She grabbed her keys and phone and left the apartment. I kept watch, waiting for her
to return with Dara, or perhaps the mysterious guy would still be snoring in my bed. But nothing happened. I remembered her earlier
conversation mentioning the rooftop.

So I opened the archive of the rooftop scene and dragged the cursor back to the time she left the living room.

"What the hell!" I sat bolt upright at the sight that flashed across my screen.

Behind the water tower, I saw Dara, naked, kneeling, with bruises on his face. His hands
were tied behind his back.

The guy still snoring in my bed was beside him, kicking him hard in the stomach while muttering a string of
insults .

A naked Vina was also kneeling, but her arms were wrapped around the guy's legs,
pleading with to stop kicking.

A few feet away from them stood a neatly dressed Bank, and a fourth
guy with a rough and ruthless appearance, holding a knife to his neck.

I had no idea what was going on. Just then, I saw my wife walk through the rooftop door, approaching the
horrific scene unfolding before her. The man with the knife heard her footsteps and spoke some
Tamil to the men torturing Dara. He stopped kicking and turned around.

Mina arrived at the scene, saw what had happened, and froze in shock.

"What…" was the only thing she could mumble as she stared around.

The two men didn't seem to recognize her; they seemed surprised that she was there after midnight.
A sudden, bewildered silence.

"What happened here?" Mina asked, her voice a mixture of fear and anger.

"Who are you?" the man on the bed in the video said in broken Hindi. His voice sounded somewhat
drunk .

"Who am I? And who are you? Why are you beating our gatekeeper?"

"Your gatekeeper is a fucking bastard; he's here stealing other men's wives, this bitch."
He spat angrily at Vina, who was still clinging to his legs.

"It's my wife. She's been cheating on me with him behind my back. Today I followed her and caught her red-handed. I
just did what any self-respecting husband would do: kick that bastard to death."

He kicked Dara again, knocking him to the ground once more.

Mina's face seemed to stretch with sadness as she watched her lover being ravaged like this.

"Fine… you've proven your point," Mina said authoritatively, "just let him go
."
"Madam, mind your own business. Let's settle our problems our own way. Go home and sleep.

It's not safe to be out on the roof this late at night."

Mina stared at him, then Dara, then Bank, as if making a decision.

"Madam! Please call the police," Vina muttered, bent over on the ground, looking pitiful, completely naked.

Mina suddenly remembered she was holding her phone in one hand, and stepped back, raising it. But another guy
guarding Bank was too fast. He lunged at her, snatching the phone from her hand. Then he grabbed my wife's
wrist and dragged her toward Vina's husband.

"Help…"

Mina tried to scream for help, but the rude man easily covered her mouth.

“You think these idiots didn’t think to scream?” he said menacingly, raising his knife.

“Try screaming again, and I’ll chop off your little finger.”

He released my wife’s mouth. She stood there, stunned, trembling with fear, even in
the .

“What do we do with her?” the rude man asked.

“If we let her go, she might call the police.”

“I promise I won’t.”

The two men stared at each other in silence. That’s when I noticed something. The man with the knife
had turned to Mina, leaving Bank alone. If he wanted, he could have done something like charging at these men or
fighting them. Instead, he just stood there, staring at Mina with a malicious look.

“Ask her why she ran here,” he said finally, in a disgruntled tone.

“What?” both men asked in unison.

“This wealthy, seemingly innocent lady… is no different from your wife.”

“Really?”

The husband approached Mina and touched her cheek with his finger. She trembled.

“What exactly do you mean, Bank? Is what I’m thinking what you mean?”

“Of course,” Bank said menacingly. “Her husband is in the navy, so he’s gone for months at a time. She’s
often raped by Dara.”

I noticed he deliberately omitted the fact that he had also raped my wife.

Vina’s husband looked Mina up and down incredulously.

“Is it true?”

“No,” my wife answered softly.

“She’s lying,” Bank said.

“If you want to know, ask your wife. In fact, Dara is with both of them.”

The man seemed surprised. He looked at his naked wife, who knew the truth,
kneeling with tears streaming down her face. He bent down, lifted her face toward him, and asked her in Tamil dialect. Vina looked at Mina
facing him again, then nodded.

“It’s all nonsense,” Mina seemed to finally speak, trying to convince herself that it was none of her business.

“I don’t know why these people have to drag me into this.”

Although Mina tried to sound convincing, it was obvious without interrogation experts looking at her face. The husband
smiled at the other men, who returned the smiles.

"So you and Dara have nothing going on, except living in this building where he works."

"That's right."

"You don't care what happened to him."

"I don't care."

"Then you don't mind me doing this."

He kicked Dara hard between the legs. The semi-conscious old Gurkhas couldn't help but laugh pitifully.

Instantly, Mina's eyes filled with tears. She wiped them away. Seeing her genuine, intense worry for her lover's punishment
again , I painfully understood how much she cared for him.

"I've never seen a lady cry at the sight of a lowly gatekeeper being beaten,"
said another rude man.

"Neither have I."

Except when she stopped screaming after her phone was snatched away, both men released Mina.

They seemed completely unaccustomed to this situation, finding a beautiful, noble woman among them,
and this woman having an affair with a lowly gatekeeper.

"How the hell did you devise such a blatant scheme to seduce someone so cunning?" The husband looked down at Dara and
kicked him hard in the head. The old gatekeeper let out a low, hoarse groan, his head slumping to one side.

"You killed him!" Vina began to cry as she crawled toward Dara.

Mina, who seemed to have been standing idly by for too long, finally rushed toward her lover. She knelt beside him and checked his
breath with her finger. A look of relief crossed her face, indicating that he was still breathing. Then, she gently rubbed her
lover's cheeks and head.

"You wanted to kill him? Or did you want to do this?" she asked the husband angrily.

"He deserved it," another gruff fellow answered.

"Sleeping around with other men's wives."

Bank leaned against the wall, a smug look on his face. He seemed completely unconcerned that his
friend Dara had been beaten so badly, or that these two women, whom he had also slept with, had been humiliated like this.

Vina's husband watched the two women kneeling beside him, whispering tenderly to the old gatekeeper. He leaned down, reaching
for Mina's breasts, but she instinctively slapped his hand away.

"You bitch!"

he cried, a surge of anger rising within him. He grabbed Mina's hair and pulled her up. Just then, another rude man
intervened.

"What are you doing?" he said, pulling the husband away from Mina.

"Listen to me."

The two men moved a few feet away and began arguing in Tamil. The rude man seemed to be trying
to calm the husband down, pulling a bottle of liquor from his pocket and taking a large gulp.

I don't speak Tamil and couldn't understand exactly what they were saying, but based on a few words I recognized
like "police," "arrest warrant," "navy husband," "criminal record," and "rape," it seemed
the rude man was warning his friend about the consequences of harassing a woman of high society like Mina.

Knowing the consequences, the man seemed to quiet down. He gave my wife's
beautiful, .

现在，在此时，我已经明白，那么明显，此事最终进展到，我的妻子是几乎全
裸跟他在我的床上。但我希望有没有任何暴力牵扯在内。

他又从威士忌酒瓶喝了一大口，然后走回到我的妻子旁。她面无表情抬头看着
他。

「夫人……你叫什么名字？」他问到，口语有点含糊不清。

「美娜。」

「完美的名字…你就像一个仙女，我的名字是木图。这是我的兄弟胜得。」他
说。

美娜只是盯着，想知道她是否应该说「你好，很高兴认识你。」

但木图继续道：「现在请你明白这一点。我本性不是一个暴力的人。我做了任
何男人会做的事，如果这个男人才知道，他的妻子被别人偷偷地上了。你明白吗？」

美娜点点头。

「这里的这个人对我使坏。我理应报复。我不是一个凶手，但狠狠的揍他一
顿，让他无耻的余生，无法再偷别人老婆，就是我来到这里，想要做的目的」。

「请不要。」我的妻子恳求，张开手臂保护性地搂着她的情夫。

“Now, I need your cooperation,” he said.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling, though she knew perfectly well where this discussion was headed.

“Dara insulted me and slept with my woman. To be fair, I’ll sleep with his woman too. And you seem to fit that
bill .”

Mina gasped, looking at Mutu with a hint of fear. This seemed to enrage him.

“Don’t look at me with disgust. This doesn’t seem like you, a virgin faithful to your husband, being humiliated by me,”
he roared.

“I won’t use any violence, force, or hold a knife to your throat. I’m just offering you a deal.
If you… cooperate… I won’t touch your lover. In fact, after we’re done, I’ll even take him to
the hospital for a checkup.”

Mina looked at him with teary eyes, a sorrowful expression on her face.

“What if I say no?”

“I’ll break his fingers first, then his toes. Then his elbows. Finally, he…”

“Please.” Mina raised her hand.

“So, what did you say?”

Mina stared at Dara, who was still unconscious. She thought quietly for a few seconds.

“I’ll be very gentle,” Mutu emphasized.

There was complete silence on the rooftop for about a minute. Then Mina finally said, "Okay."

"Great!" Mutu clapped his hands happily.

Shengde smiled. Bank, standing in the corner, looked even more gloomy.

Mutu bent down and pulled my wife up to a standing position. He awkwardly embraced her, stroking her
buttocks . The expression on Mina's face was one of disgust and frustration.

She remained in his arms, without struggling or reacting, no matter how his dirty hands groped her
body . He opened his mouth wide and pressed his lips to my wife's, trying to kiss her. It was a clumsy, amateurish attempt,
only managing to wet her face. Afterward, he took a step back. Mina kept staring at the floor.

Mutu hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, leaving only his vest. He pulled a bottle of liquor from his pocket, took a big
gulp, and stared at my wife with hungry eyes.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Take it all off!" Mina sighed and began to pull her kamiz
tight-fitting . As she did so, her large breasts, covered by her bra, came into view. Mutu and Shengde,
watching from a few feet away, mumbled incoherent praise.

"Wow! Big!"

Shengde said, rubbing her crotch as she took off her bra. Mutu lunged forward, squeezing and licking her breasts like a horny teenager.

"Get up!" he said to Vina, who sat on the floor looking disappointed.

He pulled her up and stood next to Mina.

"These big ones are like papayas... these small ones... are lemons."

Bank's crotch bulged, having waited patiently for his chance, and now stepped forward. He reached out to fondle Mina's
breasts , but Mutu angrily slapped him.

"Who said you could join in?"

"Please, man. I'm the one who told you all this. Otherwise you'd let her go."

"Hmm..." Mutu considered the point.

"Okay, maybe later. Now, here." He grabbed Vina's arm and pushed her toward Bank.

“Before that, you can have my wanton wife, she’s not bad either.”

Bank accepted this with apparent disappointment, without mentioning that he had already slept with her many times before.

Mutu put one arm around my wife’s waist, pulling her into his embrace, letting her naked breasts rub against his dark, hairy
chest . Then he took out another bottle. He bent down and put Mina’s right nipple and the lower part of her breast into
his mouth, then poured the liquor over her breast. Most of it flowed into his mouth, and he drank it down. Shengde watched and
laughed.

Meanwhile, Vina was kneeling and sucking Bank’s penis, while he kept staring at Mina.

“Want a drink?” Mutu held the bottle to Mina’s mouth.

She shook her head.

“Come on! Drink some. It will enhance your pleasure.”

He almost shoved the neck of the bottle into her mouth, forcing her to take a sip. My once quiet wife, a
teetotaler , swallowed the strong liquor with great pain.

As she coughed, Mutu untied the knot in her loose Sharva trousers. The trousers fell to the ground.

"Oh, look who's awake!" Shengde said.

Everyone looked at Dara, his eyes half-open, catching
a glimpse of his conquered prize being roughly played with by Mutu. A helpless look of disappointment crossed his face.

"Oh, well. I wanted you to see this, you bastard."

Mutu stripped Mina of her last garment, her panties, and carried her to the ground next to her lover. He laid her
down , adjusting her position so that her vulva was only inches from Dara's face. He stared intently.

"Yes, you bastard. Watch closely, I'm fucking your precious wife."

Mutu pulled down his trousers and panties, revealing a five-inch, average-sized penis. Even so, Mina
didn't glance at it. She calmly closed her eyes, preparing for what was to come.

Mutu, naked, his penis erect, lay sprawled on the floor between my wife's legs. He picked up
the bottle and took another large gulp. He glanced at his wife, who was being bent over against the parapet by Bank. He
He grabbed Mina's knees and spread them wider. Then he thrust violently into her,
inches from Dara's sorrowful face.

But he fumbled and tried several times, unable to get in. When my wife reached down with her right hand to guide him
in , he seemed surprised and delighted; I guessed she was sexually frustrated after so many days without sex.

She seemed wet, as the penis went in all the way. Of course, it wasn't very big; she was
used to Dara's thick penis. Her
expressionless showed his complete lack of skill. His hands lingered lazily on her knees for a moment without
trying to touch her breasts or other parts.

"How is she?" Shengde asked.

I noticed he had pulled his penis out of his pants and was playing with it. It seemed to
be about .

"Great!" Mutu hummed in response, continuing to fuck my wife while taking another big gulp of wine
that made his cheeks bulge.

He bent down, as if to kiss Mina, but instead spat a mixture of liquor and saliva into my wife's mouth.
Caught off guard, she tried to cough or spit it out, but lying down made it difficult. He and Shengde both laughed
.

"Take a sip, madam. That way we can have more fun."

Mutu placed his hands on my wife's breasts and suddenly began to arch his back and thrust his hips rapidly. This made Mina
frown. Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide, looking at Mutu in surprise.

He plopped down on her, making her groan, and I realized what had happened. Suddenly everything became clear
: why Vina sought extramarital sex; her husband had ejaculated
into my wife's vagina in just ninety seconds.

"Is it over?" Bank asked Mutu while he was having sex with the bent-over Vina.

"She's so horny!" Mutu said, getting off Mina, looking almost amused.

"Mind if I go first?"

"I'll go first!" Shengde said hastily, taking over between my wife's legs from Mutu.

This guy now had the same size penis as his brother, but seemed more skilled. He didn't
immediately thrust into Mina. This was the first time he'd seen my wife's naked, divinely bestowed body up close, and he thoroughly enjoyed
it.

He grabbed Mina's ankles and brought them together in front of him. He lifted her legs, so her large, round
buttocks were off the ground, exposed. He held her ankles with one hand and used his other hand to caress her buttocks
to satisfy his urges, poking and prodding her wet vulva and the cleft of her buttocks. I could see that
the expression on Mina's face had gone from annoyance to a slight arousal. This foreplay was starting to make her want to seduce.

"Madam, sit up," Shengde said, releasing her legs.

My wife struggled to sit up. I could see that the alcohol had taken
effect ; her movements were somewhat uncoordinated and sluggish.

Shengde bent his knees and sat down, gesturing for Mina to sit on his lap. She swayed slightly, then straddled his thighs and
sat down, her large, plump buttocks resting on his dark, hairy legs, her breasts pressed against
his chest. As Mina sat on his lap facing him, Shengde continued to slowly suckle her nipples, one
after another. His hands were behind her, caressing her buttocks.

I believe his hard, erect penis was pressing against her mons pubis. He really wanted to put it inside. But he wasn't
in a hurry, slowly playing with it and enjoying it.

"Wow, oh, you're so sexy! Even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined I'd have
the chance to fuck someone like you," Shengde said between licking and biting her nipples.

From Mina's body language, it was clear she was not only drunk, but also increasingly wanton.

Mutu's brief, hasty end had been forgotten; with Shengde, she was actually becoming more and more active, something she hadn't even known existed until
thirty minutes ago.

Their position allowed Dara, lying on his side, to have a direct view of Mina's buttocks and Shengde's balls
beneath her . After watching for a few minutes, a strong sense of jealousy flashed across the old gatekeeper's face.

Mina's hand slipped from Shengde's shoulder and reached down, beginning to stroke his penis. Shengde was pleased with
this development; it was the first time that night that Mina had shown any initiative.

"Wow, madam, you really are a complete slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Mina mumbled, resting her forehead on his shoulder as she skillfully stroked
his erect penis.

While Mina and Shengde were tightly embracing and playing with each other's genitals, Bank had finished withdrawing his seed from Vina
's body and pulled away.

Mutu simply squatted on the ground, gulping down his liquor from his bottle while watching his brother fuck my wife.

Bank came over to him. The two of them watched as Mina began to grow increasingly wanton, moaning and trembling. She
emitted distinctly obscene sounds like an animal in heat.

"Ready to fuck?" Shengde finally whispered in my wife's ear.

She nodded. He pushed her off his lap.

"Turn around and kneel."

As Mina did this, her large, white, alabaster buttocks swayed. She looked at Dara with regret.
Dara simply looked back. Shengde stood up and went behind her.

"Bend forward."

Mina crawled on all fours, spreading her buttocks slightly.

"Don't use your hands for support." Shengde said, gently patting her large buttocks.

"Put your face and shoulders on the ground."

Mina obediently followed his instructions, and I watched her so lewdly, my lower body incredibly hard.

She stared into Dara's eyes, crawling on her knees, her face obediently turned to the side, flat against the ground, her large buttocks sticking
up in the air. She looked like a small white mound of earth bulging from a mole's burrow.

Shengde stepped forward, straddling her waist on either side, in front of her knees. Then, grasping her waist
for support, he bent his knees until his penis was behind her buttocks, aimed at her slippery, crevice-like vulva.
He tried several times, missing his mark each time, but his erect penis finally pierced her honeypot.

Soon, within just a few months, Mina's vagina was being penetrated by a fourth new penis. I don't know
how many to satisfy her. "Oh! Wow! What a living cunt! Oh, yes!" Shengde said, starting to fuck my wife

in this obscene doggy-style position.

His hairy buttocks obscured the view of her naturally beautiful, smooth buttocks, but her labia were occasionally clearly visible
from behind .

"Ugh...!! Mmm...!"

Mina began to moan as this rude man ravaged my wife on the rooftop of our building in the middle of the night.

He went on for about five more minutes, then said, "Give me your hands!"

Mina reached behind her one hand at a time, and Shengde grabbed her hands, lifting her shoulders a few
inches , and doubled his speed in fucking her. Throughout the entire process, she kept her eyes fixed on Dara.

"Damn, bro! You're something else!" Mutu said, picking up the bottle and standing up.

He stopped in front of Mina and then squatted down. Her head was up because Shengde was holding her hands.
Mutu calmly put the bottle to her lips and began to pour. I noticed that my wife was gulping it down, showing no resistance
to the alcohol.

A few minutes later, Shengde proved that although he lasted longer than his brother, he didn't have Dara's stamina.
He thrust his hips in with tremendous force, his semen shooting into my wife's warm vagina.

Then he stood up and took a few steps back. Mina kept her buttocks raised in the air, thick, sticky fluid
gushing out and flowing down her inner thighs, still staring at Dara.

The other three just watched in disbelief.

"Hospital..." Mina suddenly stammered, her voice trembling with intoxication.

"What?"

She put her hands on the ground and used some force to prop herself up on her shoulders.

"Hospital..." she said with difficulty, pointing to Dara with her fingers. I realized he had passed out again
.

Mutu and Shengde exchanged glances.

"A deal is a deal," Mutu said, and Shengde nodded.

"You, Bank, help this bastard get dressed and take him to the hospital."

"But, it's my turn with Madam..." Bank said.

I noticed him angrily stroking his penis, trying to get it hard again.

“Take him to the hospital, then it’ll be your turn,”

Mutu said. “Look at our slutty wife. I don’t think she’s had enough this night, but look at her knees, pale from being rubbed against
the rough floor, and the bruises on her shoulders. Let’s go to her house and continue.”

That’s when the scene on the rooftop began to disband. Shengde helped Bank put Dara’s clothes on. Vina and Shengde
also dressed themselves first, then helped the drunken, unsteady Mina to put her clothes on.

I switched back to live feed and found Mina awake in the bathroom.

Then I played the video from the previous night in the living room and fast-forwarded it, quickly skimming
the remaining footage.

There was a lot of activity during the night. Mutu raped Mina again, but it still didn’t last more than a few minutes. Then he made
Mina and Vina have sex naked while he watched. Shengde and Bank came back and took turns having sex with
Mina in various positions. But I didn’t see my wife show even a hint of orgasm.

After quickly scanning through eight hours of footage in eight minutes, I switched back to live feed.

I saw that Mutu and Vina were already getting up. I decided that, now that things were settled,
before the next complicated situation arose, I should turn off the screen and disconnect all devices. Then I dialed my wife's number.

"Hi! Praka," she answered, sounding groggy.

"Hi, darling. An early surprise! I just landed at Mumbai airport. A full day early.
I'll be home in another hour, if traffic permits."

Just as I dragged my luggage into the building entrance, I noticed Bank sitting on a stool, seemingly half asleep. His
groggy eyes took a few seconds to recognize me, then suddenly he sat up straight.

"Greetings, sir," he said, his voice very tense, his hands clasped in a devout greeting.

"Greetings, Bank. How have you been?"

I returned the greeting with clasped hands, pretending not to know that he had been in my bed just hours earlier.
"Fine, fine," he said, bewildered, unsure what else to say. I headed for the elevator. As the elevator began to move upwards, my heart started pounding, anticipating seeing my wife in person, knowing

all this already.
All the images I'd seen rushed
before my eyes, instantly reviving my penis.

By the time I reached my front door, my crotch was noticeably hard, and I held a
travel bag in front of it to avoid bumping into any neighbors.

I rang the doorbell.

"Oh...hi...Pura..."

Mina opened the door with a warm smile, but before she could even call my name, I
pounced on her, my lips meeting hers.

The accumulated visuals that had filled my mind over the past few months had aroused me, and she
looked absolutely stunning in her dark green sari.

She seemed momentarily stunned, but then began to passionately respond to my kisses with her own tongue. I slammed
the door shut behind me and pushed her onto the sofa.

"Dara taught you a lot," I said between kisses, as I felt her hand expertly finding its
way .

"Shut up," she gasped, seductively biting my lower lip.

We leaned against the back of the sofa like teenagers in heat, slowly undressing each other. As
Mina unbuttoned my shirt, I quickly loosened her green sari and untied the knot of her petticoat,
leaving her in only her panties below the waist. She pulled down my pants. I couldn't control myself; my fingers slipped
inside the front and pulled hard. The tiny metal hooks came loose, revealing Mina's breasts covered by her bra.

"Hey, this is a top I like!" she said, feigning protest.

I reached through her panties and touched her genitals, pleased to find she was already wet. My fingers slipped
inside her panties, easily inserting two into her vagina. After all, she had sex at least six
times .

"Shut up!" it was my turn to say. "Put your hands on the back of the sofa."

"Ouch…!"

my wife exclaimed, because I had acted quickly, first pulling down my pants and underwear, then placing my hands
behind her knees and lifting her legs.

"What are you doing? I'm going to fall!" she gasped, her legs on my arms and her
arms supporting her weight on the sofa.

“No, you won’t. I’ve done this before,” I said in a rough, hoarse voice.

Soon I was inside my wife, her body suspended between the sofa and my arms.

“Wow, oh!”

Mina’s eyes were half-closed as I thrust into her forcefully. Soon, the room was filled with her
moans, synchronized with my rhythm. I had never personally heard this before; Mina had always been sexually reserved
until she began her affair with Dara.

Rather than treating my other girlfriends like sex toys, Mina’s previously innocent demeanor had
kept me respectful and gentle with her. But now, having seen her with half the men in Mumbai, I felt
no need to hold back.

After about five minutes in that position, I said to her,

“Straighten your legs and put your calves on my shoulders.”

When she did, I placed my hands under her buttocks. I knew from experience that this angle allowed my penis
to better rub her G-spot, and my hands could even lift her buttocks for better manipulation.

"Oh...! Fuck!"

Mina began to moan wildly as she was thrust into the new position. Her eyes were tightly closed. From the trembling of her body, I could
foresee that she was about to climax.

It only took a little over two more minutes before my wife erupted, in a way I had never seen before,
not even with Dara. She screamed like a witch, her hips thrusting up and down, making my penis work even better inside
her , while she twisted her legs and gently slapped my face a few times.

My arms began to feel the pressure of her full body pounding like this, but I held back.

Once her climax subsided, she slumped limply against the back of the sofa.

I kept watching her huge breasts, covered by her bra, rising and falling like a blacksmith's bellows.

I slowed down, halving the pace of my lovemaking.

"That's... oh my god! Why didn't... why..."

She was too breathless to finish the sentence.

"Why didn't I do this before?"

I finished her question, gently putting her down and letting my penis slide out of her vagina.
She nodded.

"Because you weren't a slut before," I said, pulling her into a deep kiss.

"There are many more tricks. Come on," I said, leading her to the bedroom.

"Then, you call and say you're coming over." My naked wife, her head resting on my chest, said
, "Finally back."

It had been almost three hours since I returned.

I first spent about forty-five minutes, trying eight different positions with my wife, positions I
had never used with her before, bringing her to orgasm in every single one.

After that, she started sobbing, saying she had done something terrible. I wanted to tell her I
knew everything, but I thought doing so might cause more problems. So, I was compassionate, forgiving, encouraging, and
let her tell me what she had done.

As she began to describe her threesome with Vina, I started to get hard again, and we had
sex . This time, I let her suck my cock first. Now it was finally my turn. Afterward, she resumed her
narrative, pausing for another round of intercourse before finishing her confession.

I had actually seen everything through the hidden camera, and I knew she was finally completely honest. She wasn't
hiding anything. I was silent for a while.

"So… again, I'm sorry. I should never have started this," she said.

"Can you stop apologizing?"

We were both silent for a moment.

"Let me ask you this,"

I finally said, "I understand you feel guilty, ashamed, and frustrated because of these dramatic events. But
were you satisfied with the sex? Did it sustain your sex life? Did it rekindle your libido?"

She nodded.

"Then don't apologize. Of course, you can do different things, but I won't judge you for that.
I've had some huge mistakes in my sex life too."

"I love you so much," she said, and started kissing me again.

A few minutes later, I asked her, "Do you mind if I ask you something… that might make you uncomfortable?"

"Anything."

"How do you feel about Dara?"

Suddenly, her face turned serious, and she looked away.

"What do you mean?"

"I know this started out for the pleasure of experiencing sex and self-exploration. But... again, I
'm not judging you... you let two random strangers have sex with you for his safety. I
just want you to be honest with yourself and with me. What are your feelings for him?"

She looked into my eyes, and I looked into hers. A look of confusion and difficulty crossed her face. Finally, she
rested her head against my chest.

"I don't know," she said.

I believed her.

We lay there in silence for a few minutes, then her phone rang. She answered.

"Hello... okay... fine."

She hung up.

"Who called?" I asked.

"Vina called from the hospital. Dara woke up."

"Do you want to see him?"

"No... no... it's okay," she said. "There's a doctor there."

I got up and started getting dressed.

"I'll take you to see him."

Mina looked at me, first giving me a sad smile, then a bright
smile .

"Okay!"

she said, jumping out of bed.

(The End)

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