Who Guards the Gatekeeper? (Part 4) Author: aurelius1982

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Who Keeps Watch (Part 4)

I was busy with port work for the next two days and also had to
spend . So, I really didn't have time to contact Mina for updates.

But I kept thinking about how far my wife had progressed. It seemed that flirting with one gatekeeper wasn't enough for her
; she had crossed a big line to seduce another. Although she didn't say it specifically, I had a
feeling that the games she had to play with Bank were beyond what Dara would envy.

I remember Bank. He was a young, strong, and burly man in his early twenties,
almost the complete opposite of the short and old Gurkhas Dara. In terms of pure physical attraction, I could understand why Mina
was more aroused by Bank.

I also started to wonder how things would go in ten days, because I would be going ashore on vacation for
a month . Mina could play these unknown games under the pretext of her husband's absence. But
what if I go home to town? Would she agree to let me join the game? Would I be comfortable being
a part of it, essentially implying to her lover that everything that's happening is okay for me? So many
questions.

The next day, even more questions were added to the existing list.

I had a passionate night with Lucy, a 22-year-old employee at the port of Manila, and
returned to my cabin in the morning to find a long email from Mina waiting for me. It was a very long
email. Here it is.

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Dear Plaka

, I've tried to reach you on Skype and even by phone these past few days, but I guess
you've been busy.

A lot has happened here. As you know, when something complicated or particularly shameful or sinful
happens, I find it easier to express myself via email. I
get . So I thought this was a good format to keep you updated.

That day, in our apartment, after I showed Bank my underwear and then let him touch me,
things were quiet. I felt like I'd hit the brakes after the huge risks I'd taken with him,
and I wanted to give Dara and me some time to settle things.

I wondered if Bank would tell Dara what had happened. I didn't leave the house often unless
absolutely necessary.

The next day, things changed drastically. In the morning, as I walked with Ayan to the school bus stop, I saw
Dara standing near the gate, his face contorted with anger. I guessed he knew
now, and was jealous, since the situation had changed.

As I walked past him, he muttered, "We need to talk."

I ignored him and continued leading Ayan toward the bus stop. When I returned, Dara was still there, hands
on his hips, still angry. Beside him, I saw Bank. Bank looked ashamed, and I noticed
a bruise on his cheek. This worried me a little.

"Madam, we need to talk," Dara said rudely.

"I'm busy," I replied casually, watching his angry expression with a smug look.

"Now!" he said angrily, reaching up and grabbing the much taller Bank's ear.

“Okay, what is it?” I said, a little taken aback by his angry voice.

“Not here.” He said and turned to leave. Bank sullenly followed behind him. I
looked around to make sure no neighbors were watching, then followed them.

Dara led us to the wooden shed at the back of the yard, where the two of them lived. I followed them
in and was surprised at how small the space was. How could they live in such a cramped space? It was barely
10 feet long and 8 feet wide, crammed with boxes and some kitchen utensils and two thin mattresses in the corner.

“What is it? I don’t have a whole day to myself,” I said irritably, arms crossed.

Dara bolted the door, turned, and came closer to me. “What the hell are you and Bank up to?”

I looked at Bank, who was staring at the floor.

“What are you talking about?” I feigned ignorance.

“You and I had a fight, so you let this bastard ram his cunt into your pussy?”

“Dara!” I raised my voice. “I won’t let you talk to me like that.”

“Madam, just answer my question.”

I remained silent, then glared at Bank.

"What did he say to you?"

"Nothing," Dara said. "I even punched him."

I thought that explained the bruises.

"So what the hell?"

"I'll tell you what the hell. He denied everything yesterday, but I wasn't born yesterday. Look
what I found on his phone."

Dara reached into his pocket and pulled out a Nokia phone. He unlocked the screen, swiped, and held it up.

I stared at the screen in shock, then at Bank with an angry look that made him look like he
wanted to disappear into the ground.

"He said it was just some friends forwarding it to him, but I've spent enough time between these legs
to know it's yours. Isn't that right?"

The image was a view under my skirt, undoubtedly taken by
Bank happening. It was taken with an old phone with a low-quality camera, but even in this grainy
image, you could still see my bare thighs and my buttocks covered by red underwear.

Dara showed me two other similar pictures on the phone.

"This...this isn't mine," I said angrily.

"Really?" Dara scoffed.

“I’m going home,”

I said, turning around, but before I reached the door, Dara grabbed my arm and pulled me into
his embrace.

“This isn’t you, you slut?” he said, one arm wrapped around my shoulder and the other reaching
under my loose Kurta blouse.

“Dara! What are you doing?” I said, trying to break free.

Bank looked up, seemingly conflicted and unsure what to do. He took a step toward us,
and Dara immediately said, “Bank, you dare move, unless you want another beating.”

Bank froze.

At the same time, I tried to push Dara's hands away from under my Kurta blouse. However, his strength as a former soldier was enough to knock down
even a big man like Bank, so I was no match for him.

His fingers were on the knot in my Sharva loose trousers, and he quickly untied it.

"Dara, let me go!" I struggled against his grip.

"Okay!" he said, and he really let go of me.

The force I used to resist his grip, to break free of my own strength, caused me to suddenly fall forward after he let go.
As I fell, my Sharva loose trousers fell to my ankles. Instantly, I landed face down on the dirty ground.

Dara quickly came up behind me, pulled up the back of my blouse, stepped on my back with one leg, and
pressed my upper body down. In that position, I was bent over, exposing myself to him and Bank, wearing blue
underwear .

"Such well-proportioned thighs...the same shape. The alluring, round, sexy curves of your ass...this is also
a comparison." As Dara made these comments, he touched my thighs and buttocks.

"Please let me go!" I cried, tears welling in my eyes, feeling utterly humiliated.

"Madam, why are you suddenly acting so coy and shy? Don't you like this? Exposing your ass
to tease the poor? We're all friends here, there's nothing we haven't met before."

"Dara, listen to me... I... Dara!" I tried to reason, but then screamed.

I screamed because I felt his left hand reach into my underwear and pull it down. My bare ass and
vulva were now exposed to Bank, his eyes wide open.

I blushed, tears streaming down my face, extremely distressed by being exposed like this.

"Is there a problem? There's nothing Bank or I've never seen before," Dara said,
slapping my ass a few times.

"He never has," I sobbed.

"You're still denying this is your photo?" Dara said, really hitting my ass hard.

“Ouch!” I said. “I don’t deny it. It’s just that he’s never seen anything beyond the pictures
.”

Dara looked at Bank, who nodded, while continuing to stare at my most private parts.

“Well, what a pity, but I know what’s going on. Every step this bitch takes makes you work hard.”

Another slap. My cheek stung now.

“But you see, I’m the one who does all the hard work, transforming her from a dull, boring housewife
into this slut who can flirt with men.”

Dara placed his right hand on my labia and teased them. I felt utterly humiliated.

“Bank, I don’t appreciate you coming at the last minute, diving right in. I’m telling you
all the details of what we did, so you could enjoy it, not so you could steal the fruits of my conquest.”

I listened silently, feeling humiliated, but hearing Dara’s possessiveness and dominance also aroused me.
This was a completely new situation. I found myself unable to say anything, or even move. I remained bent
over , gradually getting used to my ass and vulva being nakedly displayed to the two gatekeepers.

“I’m sorry,” Bank finally said. “You know how much I respect you. Even with
Vina , I only dared to do it with your permission. Believe me, I didn’t do anything to offend you, madam. She
’s the one…she got me into this.”

“Explain yourself,” Dara said, his fingers gently stroking my clitoris. I shivered
. Over the next few minutes, Bank gave a proper description of what had happened, from him seeing me
change, to the ladder incident, to me not wearing a bra, and then him touching me.

I listened absentmindedly, because while Dara listened to Bank, he had already begun skillfully rubbing
my clitoris. My sexual pleasure had been suppressed for days, and my body was joyfully yearning.

My breathing grew heavier, and my hips swayed in response to Dara’s fingers.

—

“Is all of this true?” Dara asked, looking at me, after Bank finished speaking.

“Don’t stop!” I shouted, arching my back.

Dara’s fingers almost brought me to the peak of a long-awaited orgasm, but he suddenly
withdrew from my clitoris. My body was throbbing with arousal, yearning for release.

"Is it true?" Dara demanded sharply, slapping my bare left buttock.

I reached out my right hand to finish what he had begun, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled away.

"Please... just finish it," I pleaded.

"Not so fast. If what he says is true, then you deserve punishment, not reward."

Dara remained silent, holding my hand, which was still struggling to reach my clitoris. I finally sighed
and gave up.

"Yes."

Dara stood up and paced back and forth until he stopped in front of me, still bent over and hunched over. He knelt down too,
lifting my chin with one hand, turning my face upward until I looked into his eyes.

"So what's the reason for this astonishing act? Is it to make me jealous?"

I didn't say anything, just avoided his eyes, which gave him the answer.

"Aren't you ashamed to use poor Bank as a pawn in your game?"

I thought this was the height of hypocrisy. I straightened up from my knees and faced him angrily, saying, "And
aren't you ashamed of using Vina as a pawn?"

"Vina isn't a pawn. I like her, and she likes me. I've been with her for a long time before you decided to enter our lives
," Dara retorted without blinking.

"You're just jealous of her."

"I'm not jealous of her," I blurted out.

"Vina and I have a relationship, but what's between you and me? You're
so mean and arrogant to me!"

"I'm mean to you?" I couldn't believe this man's shamelessness.

He stared at me angrily, delivering a monologue.

"You don't even understand. I'm a person with desires, wants, and feelings, but you only treat
me like a sex slave. To me, I'm just a pathetic, lowly guy, expected to dance to your tune
. You set the boundaries, decide what's offensive and what's not, and I have no say in it."

"So, all of this is just because I didn't let you have sex with me?"

"No, no, no, no! Do I love this? Yes. Do I respect your decisions? Yes, but I..."
"I will never force you to do anything. Everything, up until now, has been driven by your decisions. Vina and I are
two equals, but you consider yourself a noble lady and think you are giving me, a lowly person,
a favor."

I was taken aback by this pile of reasons. I was actually having a relationship with this guy. Therefore, there must
be at least some giving and taking. I had always thought he was using me, but I sensed that he also thought I was
using him. Maybe I was, I was actually the one setting up the psychological games.

"Okay," I said, slumping my shoulders.

"What's okay?" he asked.

"Well, I will respect the facts, we have a relationship, and I promise to treat you as an equal."

"So, we are in a relationship?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes,"

"What kind?"

"What did you say?"

"What kind of relationship do we have? Vina and I, we are lovers, but you and me? Am I your
lover ?"

"Yes," I said, blood rushing to my face.

“You’re my lover. We’re lovers.”

“Okay!” he said, pulling me closer to his shoulder. He kissed me tenderly for a few minutes, caressing my
bare buttocks. His erect penis, even through his trousers, rubbed against my bare vulva. Then, he
quickly pulled off my loose Kurta blouse. I was lost in our tender embrace like a lover, passionately
kissing him back and extending my arms to let him take it off easily.

I had forgotten everything—where we were, in the gatekeeper’s filthy, dimly lit hut—
who I was with, a lowly gatekeeper—and who was with us, Bank, who stood there, motionless,
staring at us.

I let the Kurta blouse be removed, then ripped off my Sharva trousers and
underwear from my legs. Now I was only wearing a bra, kissing my lover, and I suddenly remembered that this was
the same bra I wore when I first exposed myself to Bank. But this time, I wasn’t wearing underwear.

I was almost completely naked in one gatekeeper's arms, while another gatekeeper stared wide-
eyed . At this point, I'd gone too far; if he wanted to penetrate me now, I might have
agreed. But I didn't need to, for he hadn't asked, and his request was rather strange.

"Madam…darling," he said, breaking the kiss, "could you please make me and my friend a cup of tea?"

"What?"

"Madam, darling, please make a cup of tea for your lover and his friend.

" "Here?"

"Yes, there's an induction cooker, and the kettle and other ingredients are over there."

"Okay…" I said, bewildered by the odd request.

I reached for my underwear as he said, "Just like that, don't wear anything. I want to see my
lover sexy body."

"Okay," I said, but blushed with shame at the thought of Bank continuing to see me like this.

I went to the corner, squatted down, and began to make the tea. I turned on the induction cooker and waited for it to heat up. I saw Dara
and Bank now sitting on a mattress, staring at me and giggling.

"Isn't it incredibly tempting to see her bare buttocks hanging there, barely an inch off the ground
?" Dara asked.

"Absolutely!" Bank replied.

"You know, I was planning to have her take off her bra and show you her breasts, but I suddenly felt that
having a woman wearing only a bra was really lewd. Especially a woman with such big breasts."

"You're right."

For the next ten minutes or so, I squatted there making tea, and the two gatekeepers exchanged many such lewd and
bizarre comments about me.

——————

Finally, the tea was ready. I poured it into two small cups and handed them to them.

"Do you have any left for yourself?" Dara asked.

"No, I'll make some more later."

"Okay…come, sit next to me." He patted his left side and said.

I crossed my legs and leaned to the side to minimize the exposure of my private parts. As I sat, I covered
the still-visible triangle with my hands.

"She's still shy about her cunt," Bank said, and they both laughed.

As the two guys slurped their tea loudly, I sat there silently.

"Speaking of cunts, now that we're lovers, you promised to treat me as an equal, and I expect you to respect my
customs ."

He pulled out a hundred-rupee note from before. The so-called "cunt-meeting gift.

" "Okay," I said, holding out my palm.

"No, that's not how it's done."

He rolled it into a tube.

"In our custom, the male lover inserts this into the female lover's vagina."

I sighed, spreading my legs, partly reluctant, partly hoping that once his fingers were
there, perhaps I could complete my interrupted orgasm.

Bank watched wide-eyed as Dara slowly inserted the tube of banknotes into my vagina. I was already quite wet,
so it slid easily. The texture of the paper felt strange. But even so,
my vagina still felt a little pleasure from having something inside.

I was sitting naked except for my bra, next to my newly confirmed lover, legs spread wide, his
friend staring at my naked vulva stuffed with a hundred-rupee note.

This lasted for almost twenty seconds, then suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door.

"Gatekeeper! Gatekeeper!" a male voice shouted from outside.

Dara jumped up to open the door, just as I was about to jump into the pile of clothes on the other side of the door. But he
was too fast. So I had no choice but to hide behind the door, almost naked, hoping that Dara wouldn't expose me
to some sleazy guy. He didn't.

"Yes, sir?" he asked, opening part of the door.

"There's some furniture and other stuff that needs to be unloaded. Come help us."

"Yes, sir," he said. "Bank, go with this gentleman immediately. I'll go turn off the stove first,
I'll be right there."

Bank rushed out of the shed. Dara closed the door and turned to look at me.

"I've been happy to spend a lot of time in your house over the past few weeks, according to your rules."
“But we’re equal now, and I want you to spend a day here. According to my rules.”

“Okay,” I said. “What rules?”

“You’ll stay here like this until I come back, wearing only a bra.”

“Okay.”

“You agree?”

“Yes, I agree. But come back quickly.”

“I will.”

Dara left me alone in his little wooden shed, bolting the door from the outside.

I stared at the thin, dirty mattress for a minute or two. Soon, my fingers were on my clitoris, completing what Dara
had begun to leave unfinished.

——————

Once I brought myself to a slightly less-than-satisfying orgasm (compared to when I did it with Dara), I began
to think about everything that hadn’t been expected to happen, and about what Dara had said.

He was right. And I also realized that I had come to see him as a kind of lover. Obviously, I couldn’t be as
close , because you are the love of my life. But nevertheless, I found myself starting to care about someone and
not just someone for sex. I hope you understand what I’m saying.

Anyway, thinking about all these things, keeping myself busy, I started cleaning their shed. I
folded the clothes, collected the trash, tidied up, and so on, all while wearing only my bra,
as he had instructed. I had become Dara's personal, almost completely naked cleaning lady. I didn't mind.

Twenty minutes later, Dara returned alone. When he opened the door and came in, I was crawling on my stomach,
cleaning his bed.

"I'm glad you kept your promise," he said, staring at my naked vulva. I felt his burning
gaze and immediately crossed my legs, covering my crotch with my hands.

He came over, knelt in front of me, and kissed me passionately. I held his head in my hands and kissed him back. He placed
one hand on my buttocks, his fingers rubbing up and down my cleft.

"I noticed you've cleaned the shed, thank you. Vina usually does it every few days."

"Just trying to pass the time," I said, my face flushing, realizing that what he meant implied I
was equal to a lowly maid.

"I've had Bank do the gatekeeper duties for a while. That way we can have some privacy," he
said , standing up. He began to take off his pants. I was still sitting cross-legged in that filthy shack, completely naked
except for my bra.

His semi-erect penis quickly sprang out of his underwear, staring straight at my face. Instinctively, I
grasped it with my right hand.

"Madam, darling! Take it in your mouth again," he said, stroking my hair.

I obediently opened my mouth wide and took his hard penis into my mouth.

"Play with my balls," he said, gently patting my swollen cheek as an organ was in my
mouth .

I began to slowly massage his balls with one hand while giving him oral sex with my mouth. Using
the technique , I swallowed it whole, then spat it out, then used my tongue and lips. Soon, he seemed close to
ejaculating, and suddenly, "Wait!" he said in a hoarse voice, pushing my face away.

The movement caused me to fall onto the mattress on the floor. He immediately knelt down, grabbing my knees. Spread them apart, staring at my
wet, naked vulva. His penis was only inches away. For a fleeting moment, my body craved penetration, but
then shame and the constraints of propriety returned.

"No, no, no!" I cried, covering my vulva with my hands.

"I know," he nodded with a smile.

"Trust me. "

A wave of panic washed over me. Here I was, almost naked, lying in his shed, my
legs spread. His penis could plunge into my vulva with a single thrust.

"What are you doing?" I asked sharply.

"You said we're lovers. You have to believe me."

"Believe you of what?"

"Just... take your hands off."

"But..."

"Do as I say!" he said sternly.

I felt my hands leave automatically.

I didn't know if it was trust that made it happen, or if my body craved intercourse. But it happened
. My hands moved away, leaving my naked vulva defenselessly receiving his throbbing penis. I stared into
Dara 's eyes as I felt him slowly thrust his hips forward. I prepared to receive his penetration.

Instead, his penis slid smoothly over my labia without penetrating.

"Mmm!" I groaned as the head of his penis rubbed against my clitoris.

He moved his penis back and then pushed it into my groin. Arousal coursed through my body.

"I won't force you to do anything you're not ready for," he said, sliding his penis back and forth across
my vulva.

It was the most incredible feeling. His thick, throbbing penis was so close to my vulva,
rubbing against my labia and clitoris, but not penetrating. Perhaps he was trying to seduce me. But I remained steadfast. I simply
closed my eyes and savored the sensation.

A few seconds later, I felt Dara's hands push my knees back together. He squeezed my legs tightly,
causing his penis to sink between my inner thighs. A lot of semen made my thighs wet. Then he began
arching his hips back and forth.

I finally understood what he wanted to do. He respected my wishes and didn't actually have intercourse. But
he compromised . He used my soft inner thighs as a substitute for my vulva. He was actually fucking my thighs,
his cock rubbing against my clitoris with each stroke.

I blushed at the unfamiliar sensation of his balls slapping against my ass. Dara put my ankles on his
left shoulder, leaned forward, and started kissing me as he continued fucking my thighs. I kissed him back, enjoying
the strange new sensation.

But it didn't last long. My previous oral skills had already brought him to the brink of climax. Within minutes
, the friction from my soft, wet thighs was enough to push him to the limit of pleasure. As we continued kissing, his
semen sprayed onto my stomach and the bottom of my bra. Dara had just had innovative sex with me, without
actually penetrating my vagina.

Once he finished ejaculating, he kissed me hard. Then, he slowly slid down.

He opened my legs, and soon his face was right above my vulva. I saw him stick out his tongue, on my...
My swollen clitoris throbbed.

"Mmm...mmm...!" I moaned restlessly.

His fingers always felt good, but his tongue felt even better.

"Is this alright?" he asked politely.

I just nodded, lying there, his semen drying on my body as he licked my clitoris. A few minutes
later, my body trembled as I struggled to reach orgasm.

After that, we cuddled naked on the mattress for a while, though he squeezed my breasts to satisfy his
urges. But he always made me wear a bra. There were still quite a few more hours until it was
time for me to pick up Ayan. We gave each other oral sex, hugged, kissed, as much as possible in his shack.

At one point, he let Bank watch, and I got used to having an audience. In fact, at one point I even felt
I couldn't resist having him participate, but I didn't want to offend my lover and upset him.

After we each climaxed many times, this colorful date ended before evening. I got dressed, picked up
Ayan, and took him home. All night long, even into the night, I could hardly believe what had happened.

From the slight physical contact games I controlled in our comfortable apartment, to spending almost the entire morning and afternoon nearly naked, accompanied by one doorman, while another watched my lewd brilliance. I kept replaying in my mind the time Dara simulated fucking me. He gave me, all those dozen or so orgasms. In the evening, after I sent Ayan to his room to bed, I returned to our bedroom, still in a state of intense arousal. I stripped naked and lay on our bed, masturbating several times until I reached orgasm. This was far from satisfying; in fact, it only fueled my desire. I knew that tomorrow, I would be with Dara again. But the longing to wait seemed unbearable. After , I could no longer control myself. I took out my phone and called him. The phone rang a few times, but there was no answer. I tried again. Same result. So I went to the balcony to see if I could find him near the front door. But all I saw was Bank sitting there, listening to the radio. I tried calling again. No answer. Suspicion began to form in my mind. I was sure Ayan was fast asleep, so I left the apartment. I tiptoed up the stairs to the rooftop, where Dara was definitely making love with Vina again. To be honest, at that stage, I was a little jealous of her. And a little resentful of Dara. I had agreed to his terms, given him everything. I had spent so much time almost naked in his cabin. I had sucked his cock so many times. Yet at night, he was still seeking satisfaction between Vina's legs? I felt cheated. I reached the rooftop door and pulled the handle. To my surprise, it was locked from the inside. This only confirmed my suspicions. I knocked lightly a few times. But there was no answer. Finally, feeling annoyed and dissatisfied, I went back to the apartment. I was sure he had heard me knocking, but decided to ignore it. I went to bed, seething with anger , and finally fell asleep after a long while. The next morning, on my way back from dropping Ayan off on the school bus, I ran into Dara. He followed me home and, after making sure no one saw him enter our apartment, went inside. "Was it you knocking on the rooftop door yesterday?" he asked, pulling me into his arms. "Yes," I pouted. "Why?" I just shrugged. "You need to control your jealousy of Vina," he said, patting my cheek. "It's not jealousy, Dara," I explained earnestly. "It's just... after spending the whole day with you like we did yesterday, and then you spend the night with another woman, it makes me feel... unloved." "Oh... don't feel that way, my love," he said, pulling me into a tight hug. "It's not that I don't want to be with you," I pouted even more stubbornly. "I'd love to spend the night with you, but what if your son is here tonight, and you're naked on the floor, your lips on my cock, and your child wakes up and starts crying?" He had a point. So, I don't know what made me say what followed. “My son won’t be home tomorrow night.” “Really? What?” he asked. “He’s staying overnight at a friend’s,” I said. “Okay, okay, then tomorrow night is Mrs.’s Night, not Vina’s Night.” He kissed me. After we gave each other oral sex again, he left. I picked up the phone and called Ayan’s friend Rahil’s mother. I had to arrange this stay; I had to make it happen. I called her and told her I had some family reasons for having to go to Puna that day and didn’t want Ayan to miss school. I asked if she could look after him for the night. She agreed. So, to sum it up, that’s how things have progressed. From my argument with Dara to how much I longed for his company, I devised a stay. Tomorrow night, I will be home alone, and Dara will stay with me all night. If you think things are going too far? Should I cancel? Call me if possible. To be continued by Amina

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