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

Author: aurelius1982
Word Count: 15450

For the next few weeks, I was unable to speak with Mina via Skype video call
because our ship was in international waters, an area with poor satellite coverage. I used the ship-to-shore communication facilities
to send her text messages informing her of the situation. Then we encountered bad weather in the Atlantic. The next time I
connected with her via Skype was at noon one day in Panama. This would still be evening in India.

The call began with Ayan excitedly telling me about everything that had happened at school, talking about his playground friends and
his favorite TV shows. Mina simply sat there expressionless the entire time.

In the middle of Ayan's rambling narration, my ears suddenly perked up. "...Afterwards, Uncle Dara took
me to get some ice cream..."

"Wait, Uncle Dara?" I looked at Mina, who interrupted him, indicating she would tell me later.

"Yes! He also taught me how to tie shoelaces, how to tie a Gurkha knot, and..."

From Ayan's continued narration, I realized he had spent a lot of time with us Gurkha gatekeepers.
A dozen minutes later, he finished his report, yawning a lot, and Mina told him to go to his room to sleep. He
obediently left.

"So...Dara is the man of this house now?" I asked, partly joking, partly jealous
.

“Don’t be silly, he was just helping because I couldn’t put weight on my foot for a few days. I had a badly
sprained ,” she said.

“What? Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m almost better now, but I was in a lot of pain those few days.”

“What happened?”

“A few days after we talked, I went to buy some groceries and was walking back. Around eleven o’clock,
I was in the building’s courtyard, walking towards the elevator, when I stepped on a manhole cover. The cover was somehow loose and
tilted under my weight. This caused me to sprain my right ankle badly, and I fell, dropping all the groceries.”

“Oh no! Did you break anything?”

“No, nothing really, I just yelled in pain, and Dara, who was sitting by the door, rushed over to help me. He reached
out his hand, and I grabbed it to stand up, but my ankle hurt terribly, and I fell again. He seemed very concerned. He
hurriedly ran to get his chair, and then he politely asked if he could help me up by supporting me under my arms
. I think he asked because it would mean some physical contact between us.” I
sat on the ground in agony, with no other choice. There was no one else around, so I nodded. Then he
helped me up.

For some unknown reason, just thinking about this strong, thin old Gurkhas putting his hand
on my wife, even in such an emergency, made me feel a little jealous and a little
excited.

"How did he help you up?"

"He came to my right, bent down, put his arm under my left armpit, and told me to put my weight
on my left foot. Then he stood up and effortlessly pulled me up. Then he put me in a chair."

"Did his hand touch your breast?"

"Prakha!"

"Hmm, did it?"

"Right there. It was unavoidable. At least for now." She blushed.

“Were there any other times?”

“Let me tell you the sequence of events!” she stammered.

“He put me in a chair and then picked up all the groceries. Two packages were torn,
and the milk carton was broken. He picked up the ones that were still intact, carried the bag in one hand, and then said he would help me into the elevator to go back
to my apartment. I tried to stand up by holding his hand, thinking the sprain might have gone down by then, but it had actually
gotten worse, so I had to lean on him and hop into the elevator on one leg.”

“He looks very thin. I’m surprised he could support your weight and carry the groceries.
Isn’t shorter than you?”

Mina was about five feet four inches. In my memory, Dara was at least a few inches shorter than her.

“Yes, even I was surprised. He'd obviously spent decades in the reserve military.”

“Well… plus everyone knows Gurkhas have disproportionate strength for their size.”

“Anyway… in the elevator, because he moved his hand to adjust our position… at that moment, I
felt his fingers, as if intentionally taking advantage, pressing against my breast.”

“Did you mention him?”

“No. He was helping me, but I pushed his hand down with my hand.”

“What were you wearing?”

“A sari.” (Translator's note: Indian clothing, a long shawl wrapped around

the body, ending at the back of the shoulders.)

“So, his hands were touching your bare waist then?”

“Yes, better than grabbing my breasts. Fortunately, we reached our floor quickly. I hopped, with
his help, to the door. My left hand was still holding my purse, and I was about to take out my keys when
I lost my balance again, about to fall again. Then… he pulled me close with both hands, keeping me upright.”

"Hmm, oh!" I said with a smile.

What a great opportunity for this old man to touch my young and beautiful wife.

"I felt shy being held so tightly by him. I told him to let go of me, and I put my hands on the wall for support
. He complied and took the key I gave him to open the door. Then, he helped me to the sofa, and I
just collapsed onto it."

"Any other opportunities to take advantage of me?"

"Just some unavoidable ones." She shrugged.

"I thanked him and asked him to put the shopping bags in the kitchen.

Then I felt I owed him something because he had helped me so much. So I took out a hundred-rupee note from my wallet and
gave it to him, but he refused, saying he was just doing his job."

I insisted, and he held out the bill, saying, "I'll use this money to buy another carton of milk. You'll need it, for
your son."

"How thoughtful," I said, also thinking that this would give him another opportunity to come back and spend more time with
Mina .

"I told him it wasn't necessary; I could just call the store and order it delivered. But he
insisted and left."

————

"I just sat there, my ankle was injured, and I rubbed it, but the pain kept getting worse. I didn't know
if it was broken or anything. I had nothing else to do but sit and wait. Twenty minutes later
, Dara came back with milk and some other things, including a crutch he had borrowed from a lodger. He
was also carrying a plastic bag. I thanked him again. He put the milk in the kitchen, placed the crutch next to me,
and then sat on the floor next to my feet.

I asked him, 'What are you going to do?'

He said, 'Madam, I have this ointment from Nepal, which I have used many times in situations like this.
A little massage will make you feel much better.'

I said, 'Thank you, but I want to see a doctor.'

But he had already taken out the jar of ointment. Then, he unbuckled his shoe and took off my right sandal.

'Dara! Wait a minute!' I protested, but he was adamant.

'Try this first, madam. I'm very good at massage,' he said, gently cupping my
foot in his palm.

'Wow!' I interrupted Mina." "He was touching your feet, and you let him?"

"It wasn't like I had a choice. I couldn't kick him away." She answered in surprise.

"Right. So, he gave you a massage?"

"Yes. He applied ointment to my feet and ankles and gently massaged them with his rough hands."

She blushed.

"Did you like it?"

"It was quite effective. The pain started to subside."

"I mean, you like the continuous massage on your feet, so you get to touch another man's hands?"

My voice carried a hint of jealousy. Mina immediately noticed.

"Oh, when you've traveled the world and slept with half the women in the world, you're still jealous?" she replied
angrily .

"No, I didn't mean that." I adopted a defensive stance. "That's a real question."

Mina stared at me for a few seconds. Then her expression turned introspective, and she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to retaliate. To be honest... I felt a little... not entirely aroused, but... our constant
physical contact did cause some changes in my reaction. His massage actually aroused me all over."

"That's natural. Feet are some people's erogenous zones."

"Anyway, I noticed that Dara's expression was also very serious. He focused on massaging my ankles, but
after a while, he would tentatively stroke my calves."

I felt Mina's breathing become a little rapid.

"How long?"

"The massage lasted about ten minutes. We were silent the whole time. There was a noticeable tension between us.
On his third or fourth touch, I said, 'Dara, my calf isn't injured, only my
ankle.' He seemed embarrassed and apologized. He immediately got up, saying he was done. Things got a little
awkward, and I thanked him to ease the tension."

"Interesting."

"Before he left, he said I could call his cell phone if I needed help, and he gave me his number. The massage did
make me feel much better; my leg wasn't as painful, but I still couldn't put any weight on it. With the help of my crutches
, I went to the first-aid kit, poured out two painkillers, and decided to take a nap."

"Hmm..."

“An hour or two later, I was woken by the doorbell. Using my cane, I hobbled over and opened the door.
It was Dara carrying a plastic bag full of food. He said he thought I couldn't cook, so he went to a nearby
restaurant and bought me some lunch. I thanked him again and asked him to put it on the table. He took out a plate, sat
down, and started scooping food out with a spoon. I felt a little bad for him, so I told him to make himself at home.”

“A lunch date!” I laughed.

“Shut up!” Mina blushed.

“Anyway, I don’t need you to listen to all the boring details. To make a long story short, he helped
me a lot in the following days, buying me food and other supplies, taking Ayan to his school bus, taking him to the playground, etc.,
until I was able to start walking again.”

“And more massages?”

“Yes.” She blushed.

“Twice a day. It really helped, I didn’t even need to see a doctor.”

“Good.” I said.

Mina was silent. From her expression, I could tell she had more to tell me, but felt ashamed,
so I remained silent. After a few minutes of silence, I finally couldn't help but ask, "There's more, isn't there?"

She nodded, her face flushed.

"Go on," I urged her.

"It's... hard to say, and I think you'll be angry with me."

"I promise I won't," I said, my mind filled with all the possibilities that might have already happened between them
.

"Okay... he gave me his last massage, and I had taken some strong painkillers. I was sitting on the sofa as
usual , and he was massaging me. The warmth of his touch was comforting, and probably because of
the painkillers, I drifted off to sleep before I was fully conscious. I don't know
how much time passed after that, but I was woken up by feeling something brushing my face. After a few seconds, I realized it was Dara's
mustache.

" "What??????" I sat up immediately.

"He knelt on one knee on the sofa next to me, leaned down, and gently kissed my cheek. I half-opened my eyes.
When he realized I was awake, he froze. I looked into his eyes, and part of me wanted to scream and
yell at him to push him away. But to be honest, Plaka, I was just too caught up in the intimacy.
I didn't say anything, just kept looking into his eyes. When I didn't stop him, he resumed
kissing my entire cheek and my lips several times. I closed my eyes, trembling,
feeling aroused all over by the touch of his lips and the beard on his face."

I listened, stunned. Our building's doorman was forcing himself on my wife, and she didn't resist.

"Then he placed his hand on my breast, caressing it through my sari and blouse. I felt a mix
of passion and guilt, but guilt was stronger. I pushed him away and said, 'Dara! What are you doing?'
He took a few steps back, saying nothing, just staring at the ground. 'I think you should leave,' I
said firmly, my face flushed with anger. He nodded, gathered his things, and went out."

I sat in a chair halfway across the world, trying to recapture what I'd just been told. Mina seemed
to be tormented by guilt. I'd promised not to be angry. I'd always insisted I wasn't a hypocrite. But
in this case, I could say I was. "So what happened next?"

"Nothing." Mina shrugged.

"He hasn't come back. My leg's healing's been great. We
avoid each other whenever I go in or out of the building."

I was silent.

"Prakka, are you angry? You look angry."

"I'm not angry, I just... I don't know. A doorman???" I finally realized
where my problem lay.

"I'm sorry. This isn't how I wanted to do it."

We were both silent for a while as I sorted out my thoughts.

Finally, my rational side prevailed over my irrationality, and I began, “Mina, as I
’ve said before , I have no right to be angry with you like children playing and comparing themselves to each other.
I’m just trying to accept this fact. We
discussed you were right. Agreeing in theory is one thing, but actually hearing things turn out like this is
another. But this is my problem, not yours. What I’ve said over the years still counts. You
did nothing wrong, and my confusion about how I handled this shouldn’t make you feel guilty.”

“Thank you, Plaka.”

She looked relieved and blew a kiss to the camera.

“Anyway, I have to get back to work. We’ll talk about this later,” I said.

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

————

That day I couldn’t concentrate on work. I just kept thinking about the old, thin gatekeeper and
my wife being intimate. And my mind kept conjuring up lewd images of what might happen if things went as planned
. I found myself torn apart by anger and lust.

When I theoretically agreed to let Mina sleep with someone, I always assumed it would be someone from
a similar , like Dinesh. Hearing her do
something like that with a lowly gatekeeper went against my deep-seated class prejudices.

I also realized it was a prejudice, and
the thought strangely tickled my itch. In my mind,
the image of this gatekeeper with my simple, high-class wife was so depraved and erotic. There was also a hint of jealousy.

The next time I talked to Mina about this, I had sorted out my inner conflict and felt much better. I'm sure
she had the same inner conflict.

"Mina, I know your body is driven by primal sexual desires. And after all these years, you've had my consent to
do this, and during these past few months while I was away, you felt like you were giving in to your sexual urges."

She nodded. I continued,

"If you want to go further, I completely agree. I just want you to be careful."

"I don't know if I actually want to go further," Mina said.

"Why?"

"I'm worried about how it will affect us. You're my world, you're my life.

If you were always around, I wouldn't even have these sexual urges."

"Don't worry about me," Mina nodded.

"So, after our last talk, you went back to him?"

"Actually, yes. Yesterday, when I picked up Ayang and got home, we bumped into each other in the elevator. There was a clear tension and awkwardness
between . Ayang kept talking to him, and he talked to Ayang too, but
we didn't even look at each other."

"If he forces himself on you again... would you like it?"

She shrugged.

"How far do you want things to go?"

"Not very far," she said thoughtfully. "I like at least some physical intimacy, but I don't think
I really want to sleep with him."

"Then there's a way to improve the situation."

"How?"

I thought about that. Then I told Mina my idea. She thought it seemed feasible and said she would put it into action in
the next few days.

My ship left Panama and headed towards the Pacific. For a while, the satellite connection was
intermittent . We couldn't video chat with Skype. But occasionally there was enough connection to update my
email inbox.

The most recent update was an email.

—

Dear Plaka,

today I finally mustered the courage to try your method. After seeing Ayan off on the school bus, I went to
where Dara was sitting by the building entrance. He turned his head as I approached. I went to him and asked if he could help me move some furniture when
he had time . He looked at me with a puzzled expression and said yes,
he would come over when Bank returned in a while.

For the next half hour, I was very nervous. I didn't know if he would come, and if he did,
what he would do. Finally, the doorbell rang. I went to open the door. Dara walked in, his face serious.

"What furniture do you need to move?" he asked.

It was then that I realized I hadn't even properly planned this tactic.

I looked around and said, "Hmm… let me see."

By then, he probably already realized it was a trick. He took two steps forward, his left arm around my
waist, his right hand behind my head, pulling me into his embrace. I was caught off guard by his sudden movement,
so my body stiffened.

He was also stunned, unsure if he thought he had misunderstood my signal. But then I relaxed. He
began kissing my cheeks and caressing my bare lower back.

The touch of his rough masculinity, combined with his sweaty scent, sent a
sudden surge of pleasure through my body.

A few seconds later, I returned the kiss, kissing his prickly cheeks.

He pushed me towards the sofa, making me sit down, and continued kissing my face.

Finally, he pressed his lips to mine and began to kiss me.

My lips, thirsting for any form of contact, trembled with pleasure as they brushed against his thin, Nepalese lips
.

His right hand began to caress my breasts, but I wasn't ready for it. I grabbed his hand and
moved it to my shoulder. He respected my wishes and didn't try to caress my private parts.

After kissing for a few minutes, we were both breathless. I had kept my
eyes tightly closed the whole time. I finally opened them and looked into his eyes. He stopped kissing, a triumphant look on his face.

He smiled and then started kissing me again.

My hands clung tightly to his strong, thin shoulders. His body, his expression, his technique, his
scent, were so different from yours. In this wrong situation, I began to gradually become aroused. Finally,
alarm bells rang in my head: I shouldn't move too fast. So, I stopped kissing and leaned back.

Dara looked at me, a smile on his face. Then, he slipped to the floor. He gently took off my sandals one at a time
. Then he lifted my foot and began to suck on my big toe. I don't know why,
Plaka, but it felt so good.

For the next ten minutes or so, he affectionately licked all my toes and massaged my calves. I
had to strengthen my self-control to avoid getting carried away with him.

Then his phone rang. It was Bank looking for him, needing his help with something. Dara reluctantly
got up, kissed my lips, and left without a word.

He returned an hour later, and we spent over fifteen minutes making out on the sofa like teenagers.
Again , he tried to touch my breasts, and I pushed his hand away again.

"Okay, you should leave or it'll arouse suspicion," I finally said.

"As you say, ma'am."

I closed the door after he left, sat on the sofa, and felt satisfied with the physical contact.

I hope you're not angry.

I love you, Mina xoxo.

I read the email four times, feeling increasingly aroused. I tried to imagine the skinny Nepalese man
in my own living room, on my own sofa, making out with my wife. It was a
wonderfully .

—For

the next few days, our ship sailed through the dark zone again. When we finally reached
an area where I could connect to the internet, I was disappointed to find no new emails from Mina. I logged into Skype and called her,
but there was no response. It was the middle of the night in India; she was probably asleep.

My mind kept replaying various
scenarios . Another week passed before I finally found a chance to talk to Mina.

This time it was on the phone.

"How far have things progressed with Dara?" I asked eagerly.

"Is that all you care about? Isn't there anything about your son?" Mina giggled.

“Come on! Don’t play games with me!”

“Okay, okay, what do you want to know?”

“What happened after you sent that email? Did you sleep with him?”

“No!” Mina emphasized.

“You have such a dirty heart!”

“And then?”

“Actually, things cooled down a bit.”

“What do you mean?”

“He became too demanding. After I emailed you, whenever he had free time, he would sneak into
my room, and we would be intimate, but his hands started to wander more frequently. Once, I removed his hand
from my breast, and he angrily put it back. Then we had an argument.”

“An argument?”

“Yes, he sounded very angry, saying he wasn’t a teenager who was happy with just
kisses and hugs. He was an energetic, hot-blooded man with more needs. I retorted that I was a
married woman who had overstepped my bounds by being too intimate with him, and that he should behave himself and not be so arrogant. He got angry
and stormed off.”

"Wow! Did he crawl back?"

"Actually... I did something stupid. I should have made him crawl back willingly. But I was too
obsessed with his touch, and I gave in. Two days later, I called his cell phone and asked him to come see me."

"So?"

"..."

"How was it?"

"It's embarrassing to tell you this. From my surrender, he knew I had tacitly agreed to his
demands. So when he started caressing my breasts, well... sorry... I gave in."

"I think you really enjoyed his kisses, right?"

"So-so. I mean, he's not like you, a great kissing expert. But he has thin lips,
he drools a lot, and his tongue is constantly swirling around. I just craved physical intimacy, feeling
him close to my warm skin, not actual kissing."

"So, he couldn't wait to suck your nipples?" "

Prakka, how vulgar! But yes, he was roughly caressing my
breasts , constantly commenting on how big and soft they were, he even lifted my sari shawl for better contact."

"You gave in?"

"It seemed to work. When he caressed my breasts and started kissing my neck, I found myself
getting more and more aroused. My breathing became rapid, my pulse quickened, and I... actually, I felt myself
getting wetter down there."

"So, he fucked you?"

"No, no, no!" she cried out. "Your mind is so crude!"

"And then?"

"He started unbuttoning my shirt. I tried to stop him, but his lips and beard felt so
good on my neck, and his active caresses of my breasts were effective too. I didn't have the willpower
to stop him."

"So he saw your nipples?"

"Yes." I could hear the shame in her voice.

"Then, he unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my breasts out of my bra. Then he
started flicking my nipples with his fingers while continuing to kiss my neck. After five minutes, my internal alarm bells went off, and
I stopped him. He was happy he'd made progress, and he stopped."

"Is that what you call cooling down?" I asked with a laugh.

"I was just getting to that part," she clicked her tongue.

“Basically, I made a mistake by giving in to his demands. After a few meetings where he played with my breasts,
his hands started moving down to my waist. I stopped him. Then we had a second argument. That was
two days ago . The stalemate continues.”

“Well… and… you’ve been topless with another man. That’s a big step.”

“Sorry! I haven’t been topless. I always wear a top and bra. They’re just… untied and
moved aside.”

“Haha, that makes a big difference.”

“Anyway, it’s about the facts.” We were both silent for a few seconds.

“How often do you masturbate?” I asked Mina.

“Prakka!” she exclaimed.

“Come on, don’t tell me it’s all just intimate touching. I’m sure you often
please .”

“Okay, okay… about four or five times a day, after he leaves.”

“You just play with your clitoris or you give yourself finger stimulation?”

“Shut up! That’s too much detail! Even with my husband.”

I let her have her way. I asked another question that had been on my mind.

"When you're together... does he get hard?"

"Heh, yes."

"Can you feel it?"

"Yes, he often rubs against my thigh or my butt."

"Is it big?"

"I don't know. He never pulls it out."

"Are you curious?"

"No!" she answered a little quickly.

"Go ahead!"

"Okay, a little, but I don't even want to go that far. I think kissing above the waist
is fine ."

"Do you caress his body?"

"Lately, yes. I've opened his shirt and touched his firm chest muscles. He has very
nice pecs."

"So, what's the next step in your mind?"

"Right now, this is the maximum I'm willing to go further. I've let this guy knead my
breasts as he pleases. I think he should be grateful, not lustful."

"Fair enough, but you know what any man wants."

"Yeah, I'm saving it for you now, for when you get back." She said, kissing the phone.

"Okay, good luck with your stalemate. I hope he gives in."

We then talked about other everyday things.

————

"Oh, yes, that's it. Yes…faster, oh…ah…!"

Bella, a young Hawaiian, was someone I often hooked
up she was a very vocal lover.

As I vigorously explored her honey pot, her calves were draped over my shoulders. We'd been going at it for almost
half an hour; this was the third time that day.

"Ah…yes!" She let out another intense orgasm through her cry.

Once she stopped writhing, I pulled out my still-erect penis and took off the condom.

"Aren't you going to finish?" she asked, running her fingers through her hair. I looked at the petite beauty, soaking wet,
sprawled on the hotel bed.

"I have an appointment. I need to go on a Skype video call,"

I said, putting on my underwear and waiting for my erection to subside. Bella looked at me with a puzzled expression.

“What’s wrong with you today, Plaka? You seem so distracted. Whenever we make love, we
close our eyes , and you just… I don’t know… you seem different.”

“Just some work stuff,” I shrugged.

How could I tell her that my mind was preoccupied with what was happening between Mina and Dara? Every time
I woke up , even when I was having sex with a woman as beautiful as Bella, my mind couldn’t stop thinking about what
had happened and what might happen next. I was conflicted. Bella understood, got dressed, and left.

I finally logged into Skype, waiting for Mina to appear.
Three days had passed since our last conversation. I stared at Skype on the screen for about ten minutes before Mina finally logged in, later than our scheduled
time. I immediately dialed her number.

As soon as her face came into view, I said, “Hey, honey!”

“Hi,” she said, sounding a little disappointed.

"So he gave in?"

"Not entirely. It...it got a bit complicated."

"How so?"

"Well, he didn't really give in. Whenever we passed each other, we just gave each other a cold, indifferent
look . He didn't approach me, and I didn't approach him. But I guess he was going to decide to do something about it. Two days ago, when I
came back from picking Ayan up from the school bus, I saw Dara standing by his little guard post talking to Vina."

"Vina? The same person she..."

"Yes, the same maid he slept with that night. They were both smiling, and she was grinning.
I could tell there was some flirting between them." As I walked through the door, Dara looked at me and gave me a
mocking smile, as if to say, "If you don't cooperate, I have other options." Then he
turned away and went back to talking to Vina. I took Ayan into the elevator, went upstairs, warmed some milk for him, and turned on
the TV for him to watch. When I was done, I slipped out onto the balcony and checked the building entrance. I saw Dara and Vina
still talking there. Dara glanced at me and then looked away, so he knew I was watching them from the balcony.

"He wants you to be jealous," I interjected.

"I think so."

"Did he achieve his goal?"

Mina paused for a moment before answering.

"More or less. I know I have no right to possess or be jealous of him and her. Actually, they
were together long before I started... with him, and it had been going on for a while. But it still bothers me. I hoped he would come back
to me. But here, he's with this other woman."

"If she had already hooked up with him before, aren't you another woman too?"

"Shut up!" Mina pouted.

"Anyway, I gave Ayan milk and a sandwich. Then I went out onto the balcony. There I saw
Vina walk away from Dara. Then she turned around and held up a hand with five fingers. Dara
nodded . She went into the building. Once she was gone, Dara looked up at me and waved. He has a set of building keys in..."
He was in my hand. I could only turn and walk away. I went back inside and watched TV with Ayan until
it was time , so I put him on the bed. About fifteen minutes later, I went back to the balcony.

"Hmm." I was curious and wanted to hear how things had progressed.

"On the balcony, I saw that Dara wasn't nearby. Bank was sitting in the doorman's chair. I looked
around the building's courtyard, but I didn't see Dara or Vina anywhere. So I started to have some
doubts ."

"They're doing it on the roof again!" I exclaimed.

“Shh! Let me tell you in my own way,” Mina interrupted.

“Yes, I thought of the same thing. So I started going up the stairs to the roof. Sure enough, the rooftop door
was ajar. I went in, but didn’t hear anything, so I went across the rooftop toward
the water tower I’d seen last time. As I got closer, I started hearing some low, gurgling noises, and when I finally rounded the corner,
I saw it.”

“What did you see?”

“In broad daylight, Dara was leaning against the wall. And Vina was in front of him, crouching, his
organ in her mouth, her Salva trousers crumpled up and wrapped around her ankles.”

“Wow! What did you do?”

“I… to be honest… I felt a surge of anger. I yelled angrily… what’s going on here? Vina
noticed me, and she screamed. She looked at me and Dara in panic. Then, she pulled up her
Salva trousers and ran past me, looking terrified. I watched her rush
across .”

“Dara didn’t follow her?”

"No, he was just standing there, his penis sticking out, his pants at his ankles, but
his shirt was still on. I couldn't help but glance at his penis before looking up at his face..."

"What's his penis like?"

"What do you mean?"

"Big? Small? Thick? Thin?"

"It's alright," Mina stammered.

"Bigger than mine?" I asked.

I'm about six inches, and I've never been complained about.

"Not as long as yours, but thicker, let's not talk about that." Dara had a very annoyed look on his
face, and he didn't try to pull up his pants. He just stood there staring at me, and I stared back. Finally, he said,
"Madam, what's wrong with you? You said no, so I didn't bother you. Now, even if another woman
wanted to , are you going to ruin me?" I replied, "Dara, doing
this in broad daylight, on the rooftop, is inappropriate." He said, "Think about what we've done before; whether it's appropriate or not is up to you
alone to decide." He finally pulled up his pants and started walking towards me.

"Did he put his penis away?"

"No, it's still sticking out of his zipper."

"Seduce!" I chuckled.

Mina ignored my teasing and continued, "Then he said to me, 'Madam, you're jealous.' I
laughed and said, 'Nonsense? Don't be so self-important.' Although deep down I admitted he had a point; he
was only a foot away from me, his erect penis hanging between us, and I couldn't help but glance at it again. It was the first penis I'd seen since
we got married, besides yours, and I was naturally curious. Dara noticed me
looking at it and said, 'Madam, why don't you help me get it out? You're so
careful , but I'm not that shy.' I looked him in the eye and snapped, 'Shut up!' At that moment, he forcefully
pushed me against the water tower."

"What?! He got rough with you?"

"No, not really rough. It wasn't any different from his usual way of showing his slight initiative.
He pushed me against the back and started kissing my neck."

"His penis was still sticking out?"

"Yes."

"Did you push him away?"

"To be honest, I didn't give it my all. I've been craving some male contact, so after being apart for so many days,
his warm body and lips felt good, but I was still bothered by his wet, erect penis rubbing against my
thigh . He started kissing my lips and whispered, 'You can touch it if you want.'"

"Wow! You did?"

"Yes," she said, blushing.

"You gave him oral sex?" I asked, a little annoyed.

After all, it had been a long time since Mina had given me oral sex. I had asked her to in the early days of our marriage, and
she had to do it, but it was obvious she didn't like it, so I never forced her. At least I could get enough oral sex from other girls
that she hadn't provided.

“Don’t get angry!” Mina said.

“I just…touched it, just felt it.”

“Only for a few seconds?”

“Yes,” she said hastily, then added after a moment’s thought, “No…a few minutes. During our kiss
, he told me to hold it with my fingers around it, and I did. I moved my hand back and forth. It felt wet and sticky from Vina’s
saliva . But it was quite thick. It was a bit difficult for me, even with my fingers
I could only hold about half of it.”

“So, you gave him a handjob?”

“Not exactly.”

“Then what was it?”

“Well…it’s a bit complicated and hard to say. We were hugging and kissing, and my hand was on his penis
for a few minutes, when we both heard the door open and close. We immediately separated. I
dried my hands on my sari, and he started tucking his penis back into his pants.”

“Oh no, who could it be? Our neighbor?”

“Worse, it’s Bank, another doorman.”

“Hmm, oh!”

"When he approached us, Dara had already zipped up his pants, but his erection was still quite obvious. Bank
walked over to the water tower and said, 'Dara, Vina just told me you…' Then he
stopped , noticing my bewildered expression."

"You think he guessed you and Dara were being intimate?"

"That's for sure. Because he seemed very embarrassed. I saw him glance at the disheveled part of my
sari shawl, then I saw him stare at my thighs, frowning slightly. I followed his gaze and
realized there was a dark stain of liquid on my pale blue sari where Dara's genitals had been pressed against."
"He'll rub it in. I don't think it'll take him long to get the two together."

"So what happened next?"

"Ironically, I found myself running off to the roof like Vina."

"Hahahaha."

"Don't laugh! It's not funny!"

"Okay, okay, sorry."

So, my wife took another big step. In broad daylight, on the roof, while being kissed and touched by our
gatekeeper , she stroked his penis.

Then this was caught red-handed by another gatekeeper.

————

"So what happened next?" I asked.

"I rushed down to our floor. Ayan was still asleep. I washed my hands and changed out of my stained sari. That
's when the doorbell rang. I went to open the door, and there was Dara and Bank behind him. I only opened the door a crack and asked
Dara what he wanted. He grinned and said, 'Shouldn't we finish what we started?' I just slammed
the door shut. I was really terrified by what had happened."

"I understand." "

The next day, as I was seeing Ayan off on the school bus, Dara and Bank were both standing at the door. Dara had
a smug look on his face, and Bank had a suppressed smile. I think Dara had told him everything that had happened between us.
Maybe she had told the maid, Vina. With so many people knowing, you know how rumors spread
. I was worried that my reputation would be ruined forever."

"Really? So you didn't continue?" I felt conflicted.

On one hand, the scene she described seemed to greatly satisfy my perverse fetish.

On the other hand, doing such things secretly behind closed doors is fine, but if the news
spreads , it will actually cause many problems.

"I still felt a little uneasy. But then Dara came to our place and assured me that Bank had promised to
keep quiet. And he hadn't told the maid anything, so I was still nervous and worried. So when he hugged
me and held me in his arms, I felt reassured. We sat on the sofa, and he kissed me, touched me, and calmed me
down."

"I guess he'll take this opportunity to go further."

"How do you know?"

"Heh, not to brag, but I've seduced enough women to know that in their vulnerable and
tense moments, what they crave most is physical comfort."

"Hmm, I'm not as promiscuous as you," Mina retorted.

"Okay, okay, so what happened next?"

“I was wearing loose-fitting Sharva trousers and a loose-fitting Kurta long blouse. When we were kissing and being intimate, he
took off my blouse, and I let him. A few minutes later, he unhooked my bra, and for the first time, I was completely naked from the waist up
in his arms. He bit and pinched my breasts all over, leaving marks all over them.”

“Really? Let me see!” Mina took off her sari shawl and opened her blouse.

Sure enough, there were more than a dozen ring-shaped hickeys all over her large breasts. The gatekeeper really had a lot of
fun with them. I imagined her naked from the waist up in the arms of the skinny old man, her breasts being attacked. She
started to button up her blouse, but I told her to keep it open.

“Some random lecherous men left lewd marks on it. Couldn’t your husband just
look at it in front of a webcam?”

“Well, but it feels weird,” Mina complained.

“So, is there anything else to say?”

“Yes.” She sighed.

"After a while, he quickly untied the knot in my Salva trousers. This was too much
. I pushed his hand away. He complained about how shy I was. I told him he needed to respect my
pace , and we argued back and forth, his hand on the waistband of my trousers, my hand on top of his.
Finally, he offered a compromise. I should use my hand to 'finish what I started yesterday.'"

"You mean give him a handjob?"

"Yes." She blushed.

"Did you?" Her silent, flushed face gave the answer.

I stared at my wife, sitting there blushing, her breasts covered in hickeys.

In just a few weeks, how much she had changed from a demure, reserved housewife.

She began her narration again: "He pulled out his penis..."

I noticed she was using that word for the first time, "...it was very hard and a little oozing. I swirled
it around with my fingers and started clenching my fist and stroking it up and down, while he stuck to our agreement, focusing on kissing me and playing with my
breasts . After a while, my right hand got tired, so I switched to my left, and after about ten minutes, he said
he was almost there. He pushed my hand away and started masturbating himself."

"Wait...where did he ejaculate? On our sofa? On the floor?"

"No," she answered shyly.

"On my breasts."

"Wow! You let him?"

"It wasn't like I wanted. I expected him to ejaculate on the floor, but at the last moment, he aimed at my
breasts..." She was too shy to finish the sentence.

So my wife's breasts were covered not only with hickeys, but also with our gatekeeper's semen! Knowing
this, my penis was rock hard.

"I wasn't happy. I yelled at him, instinctively wiping the sticky stuff with my hand. He just laughed.
I warned him not to do it again, and as I stood up to go to the bathroom to clean myself… oh… God, how embarrassing."

"What?"

"I forgot that Dara had untied the knot in my Salva trousers, and I hadn't tied it back up. So,
as soon as I stood up, the loose trousers slipped down to my ankles. I found myself standing
there in my underwear, my ass right in front of him."

"Damn! Did he…"

"Don't interrupt, no, no… anything more outrageous. He chuckled happily and immediately put his hand
on my buttocks through my underwear. I told him to let go, and I bent down to pick up my loose Salva trousers.

This pushed my ass even closer to him. Just as I pulled up my loose Salva trousers, he quickly reached
behind my underwear and pulled it down. He… he finally saw my bare ass."

"And then?"

I finally shook him off, walked away, pulled up my underwear and Sharva's loose trousers, and ran to the bathroom. But very...
"Embarrassing. This guy has already seen most of my naked body."

I noticed a hint of humiliated sexual arousal in Mina's description. I suspected she enjoyed what was happening
and was happy to tell me these things.

—I

stared at the screen. Mina sat there, her breasts, covered in hickeys, heaving and
exposed .

"You were just telling me all this aroused you, didn't you?" She nodded.

"But I don't know how aroused you actually were in the situation."

"Not that much." She shook her head.

"Yeah, you're right!"

"Seriously! When it happens, there's definitely sexual pleasure that comes with physical intimacy,
but there's also guilt and shame about what happened. Not to mention the natural sexual needs of Dara. At first,
he was a very gentle and respectful person. As the days went by, he became more and more brazen and
arrogant. Although…"

"Is that so?"

"If I were completely honest, being used as a sex toy by a lowly gatekeeper would be
a bit perversely attractive. But the same thing, with a guy like Dinesh who was clinging to me at parties,
I don't think I would enjoy it."

"Mina, you know why? It's funny, you mentioned it, I feel the same way."

"What do you mean?"

I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts.

"When this started, you mentioned this... Theoretically, you messing around with other people is
fine , but in reality, it's a bit difficult
for me to face. That's true. But it's not because of some other man. What bothers me is that you're doing this with a minimum wage, shabby gatekeeper, instead
of some people from our social class. Maybe it's a traditional Indian prejudice against the lower classes. But over
this period of time, this idea has actually started to arouse me sexually."

"What? You get sexual pleasure from what I'm doing?" she asked in surprise.

“I don’t know if it’s sexual pleasure itself, I just… get stimulation and arousal from this taboo. Just
today, I was with a woman, and the whole time I was fucking her, I was thinking about you and Dara.”

Mina made a strange face and said, “This is… weird. So it’s not like I’m somewhat unwilling, but
have to to be nonchalant and tolerate the fact that you’re sleeping with other women… your emotions, instead of being unwilling,
are actually quite positive?”

“Initially, theoretically, I was indifferent. Now, as I know more and more about what’s happening,
I’m really hooked.”

Mina stared at me and finally said, “I’m not sure if I’m scared by this, or if I should be grateful.”

“I’m not sure either.”

We were both silent for a while.

“Considering things have progressed this far, what’s the next step in your mind?” I finally asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, this guy has clearly been crossing your boundaries. How far are you willing to go?
Suck his dick? Actually have sex with him?"

For the first time, Mina didn't flinch or blush at such a suggestion, but she looked thoughtful.

"Honestly, I don't know. I feel passionate enough to do those things. However, I also have moral
and ethical considerations. To be more practical, I'm a wife and a mother. This isn't an easy decision."

"Hmm... let me put it another way. Suppose you were single, childless, and in the same situation. Would you
go further?"

She shrugged.

"Maybe. I mean... until recently, I never thought that
anything could give me such intense pleasure."

"Oh, thank you!" I said sarcastically.

"No, no, no!" Mina understood what she meant.

“I’m not saying I don’t enjoy sex with you. It’s quite good, I love it. It’s just that my… perspective has changed.
I didn’t even know these things existed before. The family and society I grew up in always suppressed female sexuality.”

“That’s true.”

“So, in an ideal world without consequences, who knows how far or
how fast I could go? But I do live in a world with consequences.”

“Hmm.”

“So to answer your question, I don’t know, I really don’t know. As of now, I’m convinced I
don’t want to cross any further boundaries. But earlier I was also convinced I didn’t want to cross those previous
boundaries.” “Let it be

.”

“Exactly.”

“I just ask you to be careful.”

“Of course.” She said, “Anyway, I should go to bed.”

“Wait a minute, before you leave,” I called to her.

"We're leaving Honolulu tomorrow. Until there's no reliable Skype connection in the Philippines. Also,
I have a lot of double shifts to do, which will take up a week, but we only have occasional satellite signal coverage,
so I can only update our emails."

"Okay."

"So promise me this. You'll send me a detailed email every day, describing everything that's happening
. Just like you wrote in the last one."

"Okay, I promise."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

(To be continued)

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