Who Guards the Gatekeeper? (Part 3) Author: aurelius1982

Author: aurelius1982
Words: 18450

The events of the following week are best described in the emails by Mina. I have removed the parts about
daily life , our family, and other chores.

***** Email 1

Dear Plaka,

I know you must be very curious to hear what happened with Dara next. As you wish, I
have decided to describe everything in as much detail as possible.

Today, after I put Ayan on the school bus and returned, Dara followed me closely. The thought of taking the elevator with him
back to our apartment made me very uncomfortable. What if some neighbors saw us? I told Dara
, but he ignored me; he is arrogant and won't listen to advice.

Fortunately, no one saw us in the elevator, or even on our floor, and no other
apartment doors were open.

When we entered the apartment, Dara immediately rushed to me and embraced me. I was wearing a sari and awkwardly
tried to pull away from him, saying that I should at least have some time to finish the chores in the kitchen. He kissed my cheek and squeezed
my breasts before letting me go.

When I went to the kitchen, he strode over to the sofa, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV. He sat
there watching like he owned the place.

I cleaned up in the kitchen, and a few minutes later, he came in and watched me work.

“Yesterday’s line,” he said, “was so captivating to catch a glimpse of your perfect ass that
I fucked Vina three times on the roof last night.”

I said nothing, just kept wiping the kitchen counter.

“I know you’re jealous of her, but…”

“I’m not jealous,” I interrupted him.

“You have the right to be jealous.”

He ignored me and continued, “You have such a raw, perfect body. She’s flabby, a little unsightly,
and has pimples on her ass. Not as smooth, delicate, and round as yours.”

I found his words offensive; how blatantly and shamelessly he discussed my body as if it
were a piece of meat.

“But Vina let me into her cunt, that’s the most important thing.”

He came closer and put his arm around my waist.

"If you change your mind, I promise I'll be faithful to you, only to you."

"You're blinded by lust."

I pushed his arm away and started washing my hands. He pulled me to face him and then pushed me against the wall.

"Madam, why are you so shy?"

His thin lips covered mine, kissing me forcefully. To be honest, I had been craving his caresses so much
that as soon as the physical contact began, my hatred for his arrogance melted away. In fact, as I
said yesterday, it even had a certain effect, arousing me.

His hands moved quickly, pulling down my sari shawl and unbuttoning my top from behind. He also skillfully
unhooked my bra, and in just a few seconds, before I could react, he had me shirtless. He even
placed a hand on my left breast and squeezed it hard.

"Oh...! Don't squeeze so hard!" I interrupted the kiss and complained.

He adjusted the pressure of his squeeze on my breast.

Soon I noticed that his crotch was bulging as it rubbed against my thigh. My face flushed with embarrassment and a surge of sexual
excitement, because I remembered how I had helped him masturbate, and how he had ejaculated onto my breasts. I also
remembered how different it looked from yours. How thick it was. I didn't even realize that my hand had
unconsciously reached for his pants, unzipped them, and pulled out his penis.

"Good girl!" Dara patted my cheek, pleased that I had taken the initiative. "Don't get any ideas," I said, but I didn't know what that meant, and I pulled out his penis

like a street prostitute . Then he turned me around so that I was facing away from him, and he rubbed my bare nipples with both hands. He moved his hips to the side so that his erect penis could rub against my right hip. I reached back and began to stroke his penis. For a while, we were giving each other physical pleasure. I loved it when he kissed my neck, occasionally pecking my cheeks and lips. His fingers skillfully flicked and pinched my nipples, making them truly erect. He also lightly scratched my bare, flat stomach with his fingernails, which aroused me as I stroked his penis. He would occasionally give me instructions like, "Loosen up a little... Now touch the balls... Now move faster..." Dara's hands roamed over my breasts and abdomen. I was doing this almost in a daze, especially in the kitchen, which made me feel very lewd. I could feel that I was definitely wet down there. And, just as I was thinking about this, Dara slid one hand under my sari and pulled out the folded part of the fabric . "What are you doing???" I protested, releasing his penis . "Madam... just the sari, I promise... I'll keep the petticoat on." I tried to reach the folds to tuck it back in, but it was too late, as Dara had already skillfully loosened layer after layer of sari fabric. "You promise?" I pleaded breathlessly. "I promise!" he said. And when the sari was completely loosened and fell down, I went back to rubbing his penis. I'm in our kitchen now, shirtless, wearing only a petticoat and panties, and our Gurkha gatekeeper is touching my bare torso as I rub his penis. Praka, can you imagine? Does it arouse you? When my sari was removed, he tried a few times to touch my crotch, but I kept pulling his hand back. But I'll tell you, his touch, even through two layers of clothing, felt amazing on my mons pubis. "Ugh… I'm almost there…" Dara groaned a few minutes later as I increased the speed of my rubbing of his penis. He tried to remove my hand from his penis, just like last time. But this time I didn't let go. I didn't want to repeat the last time. I kept rubbing his penis until it was about to ejaculate, then aimed at the floor. He ejaculated several spurts all over our kitchen floor, some even splashing onto my sari, even though I had tried to aim away. After Dara finished ejaculating, he released me. I went over and started picking up my bra and top.

"Please... just... stay like this for a while." His request was so sweet and polite that I
agreed .

I gathered a pile of my clothes and placed them on the counter. Then I found a rag, crawled on the floor, and
began to clean up his semen. It looked... thicker than yours.

As I cleaned, my breasts sagged, and Dara commented on how good they looked. He even slapped
my bottom, but seeing my serious expression, he didn't try again.

"Madam, I love women in saris, but isn't it a bit inconvenient if we have to do this all the time?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... it takes so much time to take them off and put them on. Even wearing loose salva trousers with
a loose kutta blouse is very inconvenient. Why don't you wear Western clothes?"

"I don't have many Western clothes," I replied.

"It's just a suggestion, whether you have it or not," he said, walking out of the kitchen. He continued, "
I'll come over during my short lunch break. If you can get as naked as you are now, that would save us
time ."

His arrogance and conceit once again astonished me.

Once Dara left, I masturbated naked three times on our bed. I kept replaying everything
we had done and the obscene scene in my mind. After releasing myself like that, I felt a little sleepy, so I
dozed off without putting my clothes back on.

I was awakened by the doorbell and glanced at the clock; it was almost noon. I dragged myself out of bed,
still feeling a bit groggy. It wasn't until I reached the living room that I realized I was completely naked.
Part of me was tempted to open the door like this, but it seemed like too much of a step.

I thought of Dara's instructions, and
felt . So I went to the kitchen, put my entire sari back on, and then went to open the door.

When I finally opened it, Dara shoved it open roughly, slammed it shut, and said with an arrogant, dismissive
look , "Why did it take you so long?"

His tone infuriated me. So I said, "I was sleeping. What do you want?"

He laughed and hugged me.

"You know what I want, madam, but will you give it to me?"

"Don't be so clever!" I shook off his hand.

"Why are you dressed? I've already told you to go shirtless and take off your sari."

He pulled on my sari's fabric, making me twist it a little so the two layers of fabric would fall off.

"Dara, stop!"

I grabbed the sari and wrapped it around myself again.

"You can say whatever you want. I won't obey you. Don't forget your place."

"Fine." He shrugged and slumped onto the sofa.

I glared at him, then sat down next to him. He put his hands around my shoulders and gently pulled me towards him,
so I leaned against him.

Over the next few minutes, his kisses on my neck and cheeks excited me. So, when he
tried to pull back the sari's shawl again, this time I didn't stop him. Soon, he left me shirtless, only in my
petticoat .

I hoped he would take out his penis, but he didn't. But he turned ninety degrees to face me and began to
passionately kiss me on the lips. Through constant kissing practice, he had actually become more skilled at it.

Although his hands didn't roughly squeeze my breasts as usual, he placed one hand behind my head,
holding me and kissing me, while his other hand began to slowly caress my thighs.

His touch made me tremble, and even through the fabric of my petticoat, I felt an overwhelming surge of sexual arousal.
Part of me wanted to stop him, but I reasoned with myself that as long as he only restrained me on my thighs, it was acceptable.

We were intimate like this, him caressing my thighs, kissing my lips, and stroking my neck. Soon,
my breathing became quite rapid.

“Madam,” he said between kisses.

“Hmm?”

“Please let me take off your petticoat.”

I just shook my head, hesitantly, because, to be honest, I was now craving his touch on
my bare thighs.

“Please let me.”

Then another kiss. I shook my head again, but more hesitantly.

“I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

I said nothing, continuing to kiss him. One of my hands rubbed against his strong muscles and shoulder.

After about a minute of passionate kissing, Dara’s hand slowly moved from my thigh to the petticoat knot at my waist. I placed
one hand on top of his. We gazed into each other’s eyes, our breaths quickened, our faces
slightly sweaty. After about twenty seconds of this eye-to-eye confrontation, I released my hand.

He smiled and loosened the drawstring. I didn’t resist. He slipped a finger inside my waistband and loosened it. I found
myself lifting my hips to help him remove my only remaining garment.

"Red panties, great."

He tried to touch my mons pubis, but I said, "Not there."

"Okay, okay," he said, resuming his caresses of my thighs, this time making direct contact with my skin.

Under his touch, I felt a huge wave wash over me, making me tremble. I realized I was taking things
a step further than I had originally intended.

Suddenly, he stopped kissing me, withdrew his hands from my thighs, and sat up straight. I stared at him,
panting .

"Straddle me," he said, gripping my arm.

I don't know why, but I felt I had to obey him. I stood up,
crossing his thighs on the sofa cushions, facing him. Then I lowered myself onto his lap, and we began
to kiss.

His arms were wrapped tightly around me. I could feel his erection,
pressing against my crotch through his pants. I shifted slightly to avoid direct contact, but it was still rubbing against my thighs.

I shifted a little more until my hips were resting on his right thigh. I placed my right leg
between his. In this position, the curve of his thigh perfectly met the juncture of my thighs once again.
Close and tight.

Before I even realized it… oh my god, this is so embarrassing… before I came to my senses and realized what was happening, I had already
started moving my hips up and down against his thighs, practically fucking him.

The rubbing against his thigh, even through the fabric of my underwear and his pants, was already
affecting my clitoris. Each rubbing made me moan.

Dara seemed taken aback by this change. He was now a passive participant, while I was
the one doing all the work, kissing him, stroking his hair, and of course, fucking his thigh.

But he quickly regained his senses.

"Madam, there's an easier way to do this."

"Shut up!" My voice was hoarse; I could hardly believe it came from my own mouth.

I swayed back and forth, enjoying the rubbing against my clitoris. Waves of pleasure were building. And
then Dara decided he had enough permission to try something else. He quietly slid one hand down
behind my underwear and grabbed my right cheek.

I was too caught up in the moment, too absorbed, to be shocked or stop him. Honestly, I probably wouldn't have stopped him if he had
gone . But while I was fucking his thigh, he was content to caress my bare
buttocks. The feeling of his rough fingers massaging my buttocks directly had an added effect on me.

Less than a minute later, the orgasm hit. I continued straddling his lap, moaning as my climax passed.
It lasted a good fifteen seconds. When it subsided, I simply lowered my head to his shoulder and hugged him
tightly .

"That was fun," Dara said, kissing me. "Don't think I've ever seen a woman do this before."

"I've never done this before either," I said, suddenly filled with shame that I had just
reached orgasm in front of this lowly gatekeeper.

"My turn," he said, unzipping his pants, and his penis sprang out.

I sat on his right thigh, my head on his shoulder, and kissed him like a teenager,
masturbating him until he came. He left and went back to his work. I cleaned up the floor where he had ejaculated again,
thinking that next time I should have a napkin or towel ready.

That's what happened today. He didn't come back for the rest of the day.

Plaka, I'm a little terrified by my spontaneous actions… I feel so cheap, so dirty. I
think it over , and I want to stop the whole experience before I go too far.

Love, Mina

—

I read the email for the third time, already wildly aroused, and I've already masturbated twice.

Imagining Mina, barely wearing her panties, masturbating with our gatekeeper's thighs, and then giving him a handjob…it's so exciting! I realize I no longer feel any jealousy; it's a certainty that
Dara and my wife will soon take it to the end, go all the way. Considering the pace of things, it might happen in the next day or the day after. I wish there was a way for me to see it all happen, instead of just reading descriptions. I sent Mina a short reply saying I loved everything she wrote, that I loved her, and that I was glad she found some spontaneous pleasure. I considered adding a clause that I would bless her if she wanted to go all the way, but then decided against it. I don't want her to do anything for my own desires. The next thirty-six hours passed incredibly slowly. It was difficult to concentrate on my work; my mind kept replaying what had happened in Mumbai. Finally, when we reached another area with signal coverage, I excitedly updated my inbox and was delighted to see Mina's email. It had arrived almost the day before. I eagerly opened it and began to read. ***** Email 2 Dear Praka, Thank you so much for your understanding and kind email. It means a lot. I thought you might be angry with me. But your support makes it easier for me to deal with my guilt and shame. Guilt and shame are the subject of this email. After what I did, as my mind returned to normal, I was filled with a strong . Writing all of this into an email to you only intensifies this feeling. I tossed and turned all night, barely able to sleep. The next morning, as I went to see Ayan off on the school bus, I kept praying that the gatekeeper wouldn't be there. But of course, they were. Bank stared at me with a smile on his face. Dara stood with his hands on his hips, also with a big smile on his face . I tried to avoid eye contact with them. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dara raise his right knee and slap his thigh several times. Bank burst into laughter at this. I felt a burning sensation in my face, not only ashamed of what I had done, but also with new shame and anger, because Dara had clearly told Bank everything. Dara had assured me of Bank's caution, but how could I trust him? Ayan and I waited at the corner of our alley. The school bus finally arrived. I led him onto it, and it drove away. I turned around. I saw Dara standing at the building entrance, looking in my direction. I felt another sharp pang . I made an impulsive decision. An empty rickshaw passed by. I hailed it and got in. "Madam, where to?" he asked. My mind went blank. I finally said, "Global Mall." To make a long story short, I didn't want to face Dara again, at least not today. I went to the mall, browsed some shops, looked through a few books, watched a movie, had lunch, all by myself. I called my mom and spoke to her. By the afternoon, I still didn't want to go home. So I called a rickshaw to Ayan's school, picked him up, took him to the park, to Zhuhu Beach, and to see a cartoon until after 10 pm before going home. Dara wasn't nearby. Bank was busy talking to someone at the other end of the yard and didn't notice me, so I quickly led Ayan to the elevator. At home, I put the tired Ayan to bed. Now, after writing this email, I'm going to sleep. Before you ask… what will tomorrow bring? I don't know, just passing the day has made me feel much better. I'll decide what to do tomorrow. Love, Mina xoxo —————— Because of this email, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. I had expected more… explosive content . But she took a day off for her game. But I can't blame her for that; Mina is a little…

The city's shy, quiet, middle-class girl. Even with me, exploring her sexuality has always been a long and slow process.

Only so far has she made great progress with Dara. If she wants to slow down and reflect, that
's understandable. Just as I was about to log out and go back to work, I suddenly saw an alert in the corner of the screen.

Mina has logged into Skype! I checked my watch. It was
around . Was she logging in hoping to find me? Our boat moves quite fast, so
before moving out of the signal coverage area, I dialed Mina's number. The Skype phone rang twice, but was rejected both times.

I thought it was a network problem. I tried again. Disconnected again. Just as I was about to try again, Mina
sent a chat text message.

—He's here now, can't send video or voice messages.

I was stunned! Admittedly, the email I just read was sent a day ago. But even so,
he's been in our apartment for no more than 24 hours since then? Did I miss something? —What
the hell ??? "?" is all I can type.

Then the cursor shows Mina typing, seemingly for an eternity. I'm waiting for some clarification
on what's going on.

—Finally

, all of Mina's text messages suddenly appear:

I was sleeping when the doorbell rang repeatedly. I went to open the door, and Dara was standing outside, covered in sweat.

The weather here at night is unusually hot and humid. He asked if he could
shower because the tap downstairs was blocked. I was puzzled and asked him why he needed to shower so late at night. He laughed and said
it was because he had just spent an hour having sex with Vina on the roof.

As he approached, I could smell a pungent, fishy smell of post-coital fluids on him. He
laughed again and said he felt sticky all over and asked if I could let him shower. I reluctantly let him in.

—Wow, that's strange. Are you sure this isn't just an excuse?

—Maybe. But he really was covered in sweat and smelled of sex. So I let him in.

—Have you been messing around with him before today?

—No, I did the same thing yesterday. Spent the whole day out. When I came back in the evening, I
saw Vina and Dara talking, so I guessed they'd eventually head to the roof.

—Is he next to you now? —No, he's on the other side of the room, drying himself off.

Hmm…what? I asked an obvious question.

—Is he naked in our bedroom?

—Yes.

—Has he…been dishonest with you?

—No, not yet. But he looked at me and smiled.

—Mina, why don't you turn on the video? Let me see. Turn your monitor off so he won't
know .

There were several minutes without an answer. Finally, she typed,

—Sorry, he just came over and caressed me. I pushed him away and said not now. Now, he
was sitting the bed. His penis was erect. I felt a little nervous in this situation.

—Turn on the video chat.

—No. I'd be embarrassed.

—Come on! Please!

There was another silence. Then the video appeared. The first thing I saw was Mina's arm reaching across the screen.
I think she did as I told her, turning off the monitor. Then she sat back down in her chair.

I could see she was wearing loose-fitting Sharva trousers with a loose-fitting Kurta blouse. Beyond her, I
saw him. Our gatekeeper, sitting naked on our bed. His thick penis
looked obscenely disproportionate to his thin frame.

"Are you done talking to your husband?" he asked.

Mina nodded.

He stood up and strode toward the camera. Standing next to Mina's chair, his penis
swinging from side to side, he placed his hands on her shoulders, massaging them, and said, "Your husband, he's a
stupid man, leaving such a slutty wife alone for so long. Of course, this is my good opportunity."

Mina's eyes were locked on the camera, as if she were looking me in the eye. I could see
the tension on her face and her trembling under his touch.

"Don't comment on my husband," she said angrily.

"Okay, sweetheart."

Dara bent down and began kissing Mina's neck. She gasped sharply and pushed him away.

"Don't do this."

"What?" he asked, puzzled.

"It's been two days already."

He pulled Mina's hand, wanting her to hold his penis. Her fingers instinctively gripped, but then she
blushed and let go.

"Didn't you already get a worthwhile night from Vina?"

I could hear the jealousy in her voice.

Dara must have sensed it too, because he laughed and said, "Don't be jealous. You'll get everything she has."

He leaned forward, slapping her cheek with his thick, erect penis. This really angered Mina,
and she stood up.

"Get out!" she shouted.

"Come on, ma'am," he tried to soothe her.

"Look how much this guy wants you." He wrapped his fingers around his penis.

I saw Mina glance at the camera, then look down at his penis. The screen froze.

"Damn it!" I yelled, noticing the connection had been lost.

For the next few minutes, I waited for the internet to transmit the image, but the screen remained frozen on my wife
's image. She stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes fixed on the gatekeeper's penis, which he was holding, pointing at her,
only a foot or two away.

There was no way for me to see or know what would happen next. At least not at this moment.

—

More than twelve hours later, I finally had some communication network access. The internet was still down, but
at least I could use a wire; once it was working, I immediately called Mina.

"Hi, darling," I said.

"Hello," she sounded sullen.

"Do you hate me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've seen what happened."

"Actually, no, I didn't see much."

"What do you mean?"

I told her about the internet connection;

“Oh, so early?” she said, sounding a little melancholy.

“Yeah, so what happened?” She paused for a few seconds before answering.

“Nothing, I asked him to leave. He argued a bit, then left.”

“Huh? Then why do I hate you?”

“What?”

“You’re asking me if I hate you.”

“Oh, well… because you couldn’t see anything. I felt embarrassed that you were watching me.”

Her answer bothered me. I could tell she had something to hide.

“So you just sent him away right away.”

“Yes.”

“Then why didn’t you turn on the monitor and notice I was offline?”

“I did. I noticed you were offline.” She made it sound a bit far-fetched. She

didn’t add anything more to her story. But I didn’t want to pry too much into her, at least not on the wires;

so far, as far as I knew, she was telling me the whole truth. If she wanted to keep quiet, I
was sure she had her reasons. I decided to let it go and wait for her to tell me the truth at her own pace, in her own way
.

“Okay, so what’s next?”

Just then, I heard the doorbell ring behind her.

“Honey, I have to go,” Mina said.

“I’ll email you later.”

She hung up.

I sat there, earpiece still clenched in my ears, acknowledging that things had progressed a lot and might continue
to progress much more.

For the next few hours, I was in the midst of a huge emotional storm until Mina’s
email arrived, clarifying many things.

***** Email 3 –

Dear Plaka,

I want to apologize to you first. I know that when we talked on the phone, you knew me perfectly well and
realized I wasn’t entirely telling the truth. I promised you I wouldn’t lie, but when we were talking, I wanted to hide it
from you because I couldn’t bring myself to tell the truth. I felt so ashamed. Somehow, it was
easier to do it via email. I think that from now on, we should only communicate via
email . Therefore, it’s time to tell the truth. You’ve already told me when your connection dropped
.

He was standing naked in our bedroom, his penis erect, pointing at me, and I yelled at Dara to get out. The
thing is, seeing him naked, swinging his thick, hard cock around the room with that arrogant, cocky
attitude , I was already incredibly aroused and seduced.

And what was even more shameful was that you were watching. That's why I asked him to leave. But my gaze
was drawn to his hard cock.

As I stood with my hands on my hips, hoping he would leave, he approached me and pressed his cock against my
thigh. He grabbed my breasts through my tunic and squeezed them hard, making my already aroused body
crave his touch; I had been shutting myself off for two whole days.

As he started to take off my tunic, alarm bells went off in my head, but I let him
do as he pleased , deeply ashamed that you were probably watching.

He put his hands on my shoulders, pressing me into a squatting position. My body craved male touch,
obedience . Soon, his cock was an inch in front of me, glaringly erect—
the closest I'd ever seen a cock, even though I'd given him a handjob before. I was startled and instinctively opened my mouth. This cunning
guy seized the opportunity and thrust his penis straight into my lips.

I was startled by the sudden movement. I closed my mouth and tried to tilt my head back, but he
skillfully pressed his hands down on my head, preventing this.

Before I could react, his penis was in my mouth, touching the back of my throat. Obviously, I
struggled. You know I'm not very keen on giving oral sex. But in this squatting position, with his strong hands
holding my head in place, I was helpless.

His hard, sticky, thick penis began to assert its presence in my mouth, rubbing against my tongue, my
lips, and the inside of my cheeks. I felt nauseous but suppressed it. Soon he began to fuck my mouth,
his pubic hair shoving into my nostrils with each thrust.

"Wow, ma'am, you have a sexy mouth,"

Dara chuckled, continuing his actions, while I struggled to maintain my balance. Slowly,
the aversion to oral sex subsided, and my tongue and mouth actually got used to his intrusion. I'm ashamed to say this, but I
did start to enjoy the lewd feeling in my lower body, sucking the gatekeeper's thick cock in our bedroom.
When he realized I had stopped struggling, he released my head.

For a full minute, while he was fucking my mouth, I squatted on the floor with my hands on his thighs.
Then it suddenly occurred to me that you were watching all this, and probably angry. Because I was so willingly giving
him oral sex, but not you. Apparently, at that moment, I didn't know the line was down.

"Wait a minute," I said, spitting his cock out of my mouth.

I crawled to the computer and pressed the power button, turning it off. So in my mind, I still thought you had
seen what happened, seen me turn off the computer. That's why I asked you if you hated me. When
I learned you hadn't seen anything, I tried to change the whole story because I felt so ashamed and guilty. It
was my fault, I'm sorry .

Anyway, as I turned off the computer, I turned around and saw him following me. He shoved his cock into my mouth again.
I knelt on the floor in front of the computer, his thick cock penetrating my mouth once more. By now, I was
quite used to having that organ in my mouth. And I followed his instructions.

"Swallow it all the way in, until it touches your throat. Press your lips together tightly, then take it out...
Yes, that's right, ma'am. Now lick the tip with your tongue. Mmm... Good."

As I continued to give him a blowjob, he took off my bra, leaving me shirtless. Then he made me stand up and take
off my loose Salva trousers, leaving me only in my underwear again.

We moved to the bed, and he lay sprawled on the pillow. I supported myself on my elbows and knees, kneeling beside him
and sucking his cock. Wearing only my underwear, doing this on our bed with our gatekeeper,
felt incredibly obscene.

Finally, about five minutes later, I felt his penis throb in that familiar way. Not wanting his
semen to spill into my mouth, I pulled out, and he ejaculated onto my breasts. This time, I didn't feel nauseous.

I was surprised that even after having sex with Vina, he had produced so much semen. A thick,
sticky mass of fluid clung to my chest, spread across my cleavage, and dripped onto the bed.

Dara sat up, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. As we kissed, I knelt. I
felt his hand on my crotch. Two of his fingers gently rubbed my clitoris through the fabric.

I shivered.

"Dara, no!" I said, stopping the kiss and pressing my hand into his.

"Please, madam," he said, "give me a chance to repay you, to make you feel good."

"That's not right."

"I won't take off your panties," he said, rubbing his fingers again on that particular spot.

I felt uneasy, conflicted, unable to decide. I was already wet and aroused. I needed to release.

But I was terrified. If I let him cross that final line, nothing would be left. If
I let him finger me, would he finish in no time? I didn't feel ready to do it.

But with each rub of his fingers against my crotch, all my fear vanished. Finally,
I pulled my hands away and whispered, "Okay."

He looked delighted. He kissed me lip to lip, one hand rubbing his semen on my breasts, the other
beginning to work its magic.

"You'll like it. Vina likes it," he said.

He mentioned my rival, sending a pang of jealousy through me.

His index finger expertly massaged my clitoris through my underwear, his thumb and middle finger tracing
the edge of my underwear along my inner thigh. I felt myself becoming increasingly aroused, my breathing quickening. I
kissed him forcefully, even biting his lips, and his index finger began to rub me harder.

A few minutes later, his middle finger slipped under my underwear, touching my labia directly. I jumped,
staring at him. He stared into my eyes. I returned his kiss, which he took as consent.

Soon, he used three fingers to pull my panties aside, exposing my vulva. He gazed at me and
said, "Beautiful!"

Now, without the fabric, his fingers played directly with my clitoris. My chest began to heave.

Within minutes, a powerful orgasm swept over me, and I collapsed in his arms, trembling.

He kissed and bit me all over, and we were like two young lovers in the throes of passion. Once my orgasm subsided,
he respectfully covered my vulva with my panties again.

After the release, guilt and shame washed over me. I got out of bed and started to get dressed. I told him he
should leave, and he nodded. After he left, I thought I'd better go to sleep, but it took me several hours to fall asleep.

So now you know everything. I told you this on the phone with such embarrassment.

I've already sucked the gatekeeper's penis, and he's seen my vulva and brought me
to orgasm. And not just once. Today, we did the same thing more than three times, including after
I hung up the phone with you.

I am at a crucial crossroads, Plaka.
I still feel ashamed, guilty, and uncomfortable about some of what I did with a lowly Gurkha. At the same time, with each line I cross, I become
more and more involved in the process.

You could say there are only the last remaining borders. I still don't know if I'm ready to cross them.
But I often think about it, I dream of being fucked by him like that night when I first saw him fuck Vina
.

You've always been completely supportive of me, but I understand if you feel angry and disgusted with me right now. Just say
one word and I'll stop doing this.

I love you more than my life itself.

Love, Mina xoxo

——————————

I finished reading the email with the biggest erection and my head on fire. I simply couldn't believe that my
once quiet and conservative wife had progressed so far. Not just once, but many times, she had given us
a gatekeeper oral sex and let him finger her until she orgasmed. Just a few weeks ago, this would have been unimaginable
.

I finally typed my response to her.

——————

Dear Mina,

I'm not angry or disgusted. I'm so glad you've found enjoyment and pleasure that's entirely yours.

I love you more than my own life. Whatever you want to do, keep going, you have my
blessings.

Love, Praka

——————

In the days that followed, my mind was preoccupied with the thought that at any moment, my wife might be
on her . There was no internet connection, so emails weren't being updated. But eventually we reached a
point where I could make a call to get the ship ashore. I was so eager I couldn't wait any longer. So I called
Mina .

"Hi, darling, I love you," I said.

"I love you too, Praka. I'm sorry I couldn't send any updates," she said.

"Oh, it's okay. I don't have any internet connection anyway. So, any new developments?"

"Well, now things are a bit slow, Dara and I had another argument," she sighed.

"Again? You two always argue, like hormone-fueled teenagers, haha."

"I know. He's just become so arrogant and conceited."

"Well, so far, with your indulgence, it's been working well. Can you blame him?"

"It is good, but still. He should show some respect."

"What happened this time? This argument was because he wanted to go all the way, and you weren't ready?"

"No, this time it's different, for a strange reason." She even chuckled.

"Tell me."

"Like I wrote to you in the email, we crossed another line. I had his penis in
my mouth , and he saw and fingered my vulva. The next day, we did it three times under different circumstances."

"What different circumstances?" "

In the morning, as soon as I came back from dropping off the school bus, he came over immediately. He stripped me down to my underwear. He also... "
Completely naked. Then, on the sofa, he fingered me until I climaxed. Afterwards, I sucked his penis.”

“Hmm…you describe it so casually, it’s so lewd.”

“Shut up!” she giggled.

“Anyway, he had to start his shift. But he said he’d come
over during a short break later and asked me to get ready for him, strip down to my underwear, to save time. That’s when you called
.”

“So, you were only wearing your underwear when you were talking to me on the phone?”

“Yes,” she said shyly.

“Anyway, this time we did it right there on the floor by the door because we were both
burning with lust.”

“You started swallowing?”

“Ugh…! No! He just sprayed all over my body.”

“Okay, okay.”

“The third time was right before Ayan came back from school, we went to the bedroom. And…I didn’t mention it in
the email because I felt so embarrassed. Oh my god…”

“Did he fuck you?”

“No.”

“And then?”

"Okay, so... I was lying on the bed wearing only my underwear, and he'd moved my crotch to one side, his fingers
playing with my clitoris and vulva. I was really excited, close to orgasm, when he asked if he could pull
my underwear down a little for easier handling. I shook my head, but he insisted, so I just said yes, hoping I'd
orgasm soon. So he put his fingers inside my waistband and pulled down my underwear until it was on my legs."

"Damn... so you were actually naked!"

"Yes, he could see my genitals completely now. That really got me really aroused. Soon, I
orgasmed. And like I always do, I kicked my legs up and down, and that... made my underwear fly off
my legs."

"Wow!"

"Yes, I was completely naked in front of our gatekeeper, without a single piece of clothing."

"How did he react?"

"He was very happy." I instinctively tried to squeeze my legs together, but he grabbed my ankles and held
them , scrutinizing everything he saw. I felt so ashamed that I closed my eyes and covered
my face with my hands. He stared intently and touched my naked vulva and buttocks for several minutes. He turned me over onto my stomach and
played with my butt crack, which was humiliating, but also very erotic.

"Incredible!"

"Finally, I kicked his hands off my legs and started getting dressed, saying I had to go pick up Ayan. He
quietly ."

"So far, everything seemed amicable. What was the argument about?"

"That's where I'm going to get to. It happened the next day. With some really stupid things. And it
snowballed."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, so the next morning, I stripped down to my underwear, hoping he would arrive soon. When he
arrived , I hugged him, and he hugged me back. Then he handed me a small envelope."

"What was that?"

"There were a hundred rupees in it. I asked him what it was for. " He said, "This is... oh my god, it
sounds so weird... this is my 'vagina gift'."

"What the hell is a 'vagina gift'?"

"That's why I asked him, a little annoyed. He explained that in many communities, there's a custom of '
vagina gifts where a bride is given a cash envelope in exchange for showing her face to relatives and friends.
In his community, there's a custom of 'vagina gifts' where the wife is naked in front of her husband, and the husband gives her a cash envelope
as a symbol of gratitude for her showing her genitals."

"What???"

"I know! It sounded so nerve-wracking that I threw the envelope back at him and told him it was nonsense. He picked it
up and tried to hand it back to me, saying he was just following his social custom. I yelled, first of all, I
'm not his wife, so this bizarre custom doesn't apply to me. Secondly, giving
money to a woman who brings him pleasure? It made me feel cheap, which annoyed him a little." He said, "He's certainly not my husband,
but he's always been there for me, taking care of my needs, listening to every sudden whim and demand of mine.
So why can't I respect his tradition?"

"Yes...it's bizarre."

"We argued back and forth for a while, and then other issues arose. He talked about how jealous I was of Vina, and
how I seduced him. And I complained about his arrogance and insatiable nature. Finally, he stormed
off and never looked back."

"That's strange!"

"So things are still at an impasse. I'm waiting for him to give in. This time, I absolutely will not
be someone he manipulates. He's someone who owes me an apology."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

After that, we talked about other things and ended the conversation.

————

I was stirred by the idea of vulva worship, a man paying a woman to show him her genitals. But
objectively considering how offended Mina seemed, I echoed her sentiments. Listening to everything that happened
and based on my brief glimpses, it was clear I thought Dara had Mina completely under his control.

Her pride and manners meant she would occasionally try to stop them, but I was sure it was only
temporary . I was pretty sure it was only a matter of time before this Gurkha's cock pounded into her cunt.

So, I was surprised when things took an unexpected turn.

It was three days later, I was ashore in the Philippines with a great internet connection, and we
were talking again via Skype. I spent fifteen minutes talking to Ayan and Mina, after which Mina put our son to
bed, and the conversation resumed.

"So...did you fuck Dara?"

"No! God, you're so filthy!" She blushed.

"But you at least got intimate with him?"

"Not entirely," she said mysteriously.

"How so?"

"Well, after this argument, we went back to the cold war. When we see each other from a distance, we
walk around , waiting for the other to make the first move. He's back to his old tricks, using Vina to make me jealous."
She was always fooling around with him. And I could see from the window that they would hide on the roof at night, even in the afternoon.
One afternoon, I passed by, and he actually took her up the elevator right in front of me. He was trying very hard to weaken my
resolve . "

Did it work? Tell me honestly."

"To be honest, I was tempted a few times. But I wasn't too happy about our arguments, especially the '
seeing the pussy' thing. So I remained unmoved. But then I found a way to even things out."

"What do you mean?"

"Two days ago, I came back from shopping in the afternoon. I didn't see Dara anywhere. Bank was sitting on his stool. When
he saw me, he came over and said a package had arrived. It was a new food
blender , and the box was huge. I already had a bag in my hand, so I asked Bank to help me carry it upstairs. He did.

We went into our apartment, I put the bag down, and took Bank to the kitchen to put the food blender there
."

"Was he lecherous or suggestive like he usually is?"

"Actually, he wasn't. He usually only does that when Dara is nearby. But he did steal
a few glances at me. Especially when he put the box down and stood up, I saw him stare at my chest for a few seconds. That's
when a plan started forming in my mind. If Dara thought he could make me jealous, well, the two of us
could play a game. His friend Bank was here." "

Wow! So you were sucking his dick?"

That sounds incredibly wicked.

“No! I’m not some slut who goes around sucking every man’s dick I find, but I really decided
to take him. I thanked him for his help and told him to wait a moment while I made him a cup of tea. But first, I said I needed to
change my clothes.”

“Haha! So, you gave him a striptease?”

“A little. I went to the bedroom, leaving the door ajar, and slowly took off my sari and my petticoat.

In the bedroom mirror, I saw Bank slowly walking toward the door. He finally stopped about six feet from the door
, from where he could see me. I was wearing a top and underwear, and when he saw me, in the mirror,
I saw his eyes widen with lust, and suddenly, I got excited about the lewd seduction I was doing.
My original plan was to only show that much. But then I felt like there was a voice in my head urging me on.
So, I hurriedly took off my top, standing there in my underwear for several seconds, giving Bank enough time to stare at
my body.”

“Wow! He didn’t barge in?”

“I was a little worried he would.”

“Worried or hopeful?”

"Shut up!" she giggled.

"Anyway, I was planning to change into Salva's loose trousers with Kamiz's tight-fitting long cardigan,
but I changed my mind and wore the dress you bought me."

"Which one?"

"The black pleated one, just to the knee. I put it on, and a top."

"The one that shows cleavage?"

"No, not that much. I got dressed and went out. When he saw me start to walk out, Bank ran
back to the kitchen and stood there, as if he'd been there the whole time. When I went in, I saw him
hiding his buttocks behind the dining chair. A quick glance was enough to confirm he was doing that because he had an erection. I
smiled and went to the stove to boil water for tea. He just stood there. To break the awkward silence, I asked him
if he was married. He said no. I asked him if he had a girlfriend, and he said no, really no. Then he said:
'There was a time when…' and stopped.

I asked again what he meant by 'once when'? He blushed and said, 'There was a time when Dara shared Vina with him.' "

Really?"

"That makes me blush, and I didn't say anything." After an awkward silence, he said, "Madam, did you
and Dara have a fight?" My first thought was to say yes, but for some reason, I chose another
option.

I said angrily, "What do you mean?" He was startled, didn't say anything, and then apologized
.

We were both quiet for a while, and then I said in a fit of anger, "Dara isn't human, he's nothing,
he shouldn't believe the gossip he hears."

And I added, "Dara doesn't own me." He nodded nervously, I gave him a cup of tea,
and took one for myself to the living room.

He followed me; I sat on the sofa, and he sat on the floor near me.

"Was he still nervous then?"

"Yes, but he kept staring at my bare calves. I shifted my body slightly, lifting my leg to give him
a glimpse of my thigh. I saw him stare and swallow. I had given him enough signals to do
something."

"What did you hope he would do?" "

At least take some action. My plan was, maybe let him caress me briefly, then pretend to be shy and
send him away. Then he would tell Dara what happened, and he would be jealous."

"Did it happen?"

"No...not at that time."

"But it still happened in the end?"

"Yes." She blushed.

"So, when did it finally happen?"

"The next day, I more or less coaxed him into going in." Mina giggled.

"How did you do it?"

"Well, that afternoon when I went out onto the balcony, I saw Dara and Vina strolling in the garden again.
When he saw me, he smiled in my direction and deliberately pinched Vina's butt. She noticed me and blushed.
They walked for a while, and then I saw them leave the garden hand in hand. Dara kept glancing at me, desperately trying
to make me jealous. So that prompted me to take even stronger revenge."

"So, what did you do with Bank?" "

The first time, I let him peek into my underwear and then let him stare at my thighs, but he was always either shy
or afraid of Dara. So this time, I decided to push the limits a little further. I went downstairs to the
bench near the door where Bank was sitting. I told him I needed his help to move some things down from the roof of our apartment building
. You know there's a ladder in the building? I asked him to bring the ladder, and he nodded and said he'd go to
the storage room to get it and would be there in a few minutes."

"Oh, I see what you wanted to do. What were you wearing?"

"Hehe, the same skirt and top as before, and to make things interesting, I went home,
took off my bra, and put the top back on."

"Wow!"

"Hehe, I mean the top was pretty conservative, you know, but without a bra..."

"Yes, I can imagine, your breasts are quite large. Presumably, they'd stretch the fabric like cantaloupes."

"Shh, Plaka, stop with the filth."

"Haha, okay. Go on."

"A few minutes later, Bank showed up with a ladder. A few seconds after he came in, I saw his eyes widen
as he stared at my chest, the fabric clearly outlining my breasts without a bra. This made
me a little aroused, so my nipples hardened and stood up. He stared at my chest for a few seconds, nervously swallowing
a few times, then looked at my face. I feigned an offended expression. Then I led him to the bedroom."

"Oh... right now, to the bedroom."

"Shut up! Just because the shelf is there."

"And the bed is there too."

"You're hopeless." She giggled.

"Bank placed the ladder near where I had instructed him, and then he offered to climb up and retrieve everything I needed
. But I said no, only I knew the exact location of the items, so I should go up, and he should
hold the ladder. He nodded nervously."

"And so the performance began?"

"Yes, a little. He held the ladder steady. I climbed up, deliberately getting unnecessarily close to his body.
This made my chest brush against his shoulder, and I noticed he trembled slightly. I climbed three or four steps. That
was actually enough for me to reach most of the items on the shelf. I looked down and saw Bank staring at my
thighs under my skirt. Suddenly, I felt exposed, but at the same time, I felt I had to be bold and show him more.
So I climbed more steps until the hem of my skirt was well above his head."

"What color underwear were you wearing?"

"Red."

"Hmm..."

I closed my eyes, imagining my proper, dignified wife climbing the tall ladder.

Her fair calves beneath the black skirt led the eye to her shapely thighs, then to her perfect buttocks
encased in red panties.

For Bank to see this at such close range was something he could never have dreamed of.
A flirtatious, sophisticated housewife so brazenly exposing herself to an ordinary doorman.

It was enough to make my crotch throb.

"I stayed up there, rummaging through the bags and boxes around," Mina continued her narration.

She was recalling her audacious act, and I could see her breathing becoming a little labored.

"I glanced down once or twice and caught Bank staring straight up at my skirt, probably my underwear.
Every time I looked down, he would blush and look away."

"His face was red, and your butt was red too."

"Heh. Anyway, after a minute or two, I decided I'd given him enough of a show. I casually
picked up a few things and handed them to him. Then I started climbing down, watching him, his disappointment at the end of the performance was
obvious. At first, I decided to just end it there, but as I climbed down, I started to feel
the heat emanating from his body, and I saw his muscular arms gripping the ladder. On a whim, I decided
to try another trick. When I reached the second step at the bottom, I pretended to slip and fall backward. He instinctively
opened his arms and caught me, letting me fall against his chest."

"You lecherous madwoman!"

I simply couldn't believe my once innocent wife had become so wicked. She blushed again.

"The kinetic energy of my weight hitting his chest made him stumble back a few steps. His hands were wrapped around my stomach. When he
finally regained his balance, my back and buttocks were pressed tightly against his front. I immediately felt something
hard pressing against my buttocks through his pants. I realized that my performance had given him an erection again.
From the size of the bulge he dug into my skirt from behind, I could tell he had a large penis." "

So he took advantage of me?"

"Not immediately. For a few seconds, he just stood there. I could feel his
hot breath . 'Sorry, I slipped,' I said, my voice trembling with excitement.

'Hmm,' he said, and then I felt his hands move up, grabbing my breasts through the fabric.
He also thrust his hips forward, making his bulge press even harder against my buttocks.

'Bank… what are you doing?' I asked timidly, but didn't try to pull away or swat his hands away."

"Madam...you are so beautiful," he said, now massaging my unbraced
breasts .

I finally moved my hand up, placing it on his rough, masculine hand, but didn't push him away. When he
realized I wasn't really resisting, he pushed me forward until I leaned against the ladder again. His left hand was still
kneading my breasts, while his right hand went down, reaching under my skirt. He slowly stroked my inner thighs,
then placed his hand on my crotch. At that moment, my internal alarm bells went off. I pushed him away, and he backed away.

"Bank, I'm a married woman," I said, something I'd said many times before.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, madam, I just suddenly got carried away for a moment," he said, looking somewhat
regretful .

"Maybe you should leave!" I said, feigning anger. He nodded, picked up the ladder, and quickly left. "

You're ruthless! Playing with men like that!"

"Heh, maybe. But I think it's enough to calm me down and send a message to Dara," she
said smugly.

"So, what happened after that?"

"It's nothing, we'll just wait and see how things go."

After that, we discussed other matters and then ended the call.

(To be continued)

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