[Who Guards the Gatekeeper?] (7) Author: aurelius1982

Author: aurélius1982
Words: 20441

(VII)

I sat staring at my phone, waiting for it to ring. It was almost time. Around
four in the afternoon in Mumbai. More than forty-eight hours had passed

since I last saw Mina clumsily raped by Bank in our bedroom on my computer screen.
A whole host of reasons had kept me busy, preventing me from constantly
monitoring her progress at the computer; we'd only had one or two brief conversations on the phone. I longed to
hear her voice again.

The phone finally rang.

"Hey, finally!" I replied.

"Hello, Plaka. How are you?"

She sounded tired. I wondered if she'd just been raped by one of her lovers again. But that was
unlikely, since our son was probably with her.

"I'm fine, just a little tired of this crazy work," I answered.

"How have you been lately?"

"I'm fine," she said simply, then fell silent.

"Hmm...anything's progress with Dara?"

"Nothing much. The other afternoon, before Ayan came home, we had sex again."
"Where?"

"On the sofa in the living room."

This part was at least true, consistent with what I'd observed. Mina had taken
another nap after Bank left. A few hours later, the doorbell rang. She came out of the bedroom. I could faintly hear Dara's voice
coming from the living room. But they just stayed there. I stared at the empty bedroom for about half an hour, because I could make
out the mixed sounds coming from the living room. It had gone from whispers to soft voices, then to faint moans
and snoring. After a while, there was Mina's cry of orgasm.

A dozen minutes after things quieted down, my wife came into the bedroom, completely naked and sweaty, looking
like she'd just finished having sex. In about twelve hours, she'd had sex five times, including one interrupted earlier
that morning . Her body language showed exhaustion, but there was also a satisfied afterglow on her face
.
She went to the bathroom, took a long shower, and then began to dress, putting on her usual loose-fitting Sharva
trousers and a tight-fitting Kamiz long cardigan. The day's sex seemed to be over, as she later left the bedroom
and didn't return during the time I was observing her.

"On the sofa, uh?" I asked, "In what position?"

"From behind."

"You mean ass?"

"What? No! Are you crazy? Just normal."

"Has he played with your ass?"

"Prakka!" she blushed.

"I can't share those details right now."

"Come on, this guy has easily seduced you. Think of you as a lady of high society,
and him as a lowly gatekeeper. And your ass is very alluring. Of course, he'll want to try it too."

"He mentioned it indirectly once, but I refused. It's not something I'd do, and I haven't even
done it with you."

"I know you won't do it with me. But you might do it with him." I couldn't help but show a
little bit of bitterness.

Mina fell silent. She clearly sensed my tone.

“Pulaka, you are the man I love, you are the center of my world,” she said sincerely. “If you
feel any dissatisfaction…” “No, no, I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant.” I backed down. “Anyway, how many times has

he made you ecstatic since that day ?” “Not once. Ayan came back. That was on Friday. Today is Sunday, and I’ve been . I haven’t had a chance to do anything with Dara.” “Not at night? You’ve done it with him before, when Ayan was asleep in his room .” “Yes, but that was just a stupid sexual impulse. I didn’t want to risk waking him.” “By your screams during orgasms?” A few seconds of silence. “I don’t scream during orgasms. You know that.” She lied. I felt like pricking her, but I refrained. “Really. Is Dara so cooperative? He hasn’t put his hands on you for forty-eight hours. Maybe he’s spending time with Vina.” I touched a nerve. “Maybe.” Mina said impatiently, barely concealing the jealousy in her voice. Then, realizing where she was being led, she quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, how have you been lately? Still busy with the main engine malfunction?" "Yes, because this damn thing suddenly broke down, we have to work eighteen-hour shifts. We might be able to fix it later today and then leave port." "So, another ten days or so." Her voice sounded wistful. "Yes, in ten days or so, Dara will have to share you with me." "No sharing. I'm not going to continue like this while you're here." She said pointedly, then added rather eagerly, "When you're here, you'll meet my needs. I don't need to play with anyone else." "I'd love to know." I gave her the expected response, though in my mind, I was once again stung by jealousy ; Dara seemed to be able to satisfy her better than I could. "When can you get back on Skype?" "Maybe in five days, from Singapore." I lied. "So, what are your plans for today?" "I have to take Ayan to a classmate's birthday party in a bit. Actually, he's watching TV in the living room and is ready to go. You want to talk to him? It's been so many days." "Of course, let him answer!" "Hi Daddy, Daddy!" Mina walked out of the bedroom to answer the phone for my son, and a few seconds later, his voice came through the phone. "Hello, Champion!" I started catching up on what my son had been up to. It took me about ten minutes to catch up on all the exciting events in Ayan's life. I tried my best to sound interested, but to be honest, my mind was preoccupied with Mina's situation.

Finally, the call ended. I rolled down the van's window.

"Okay, Fran, you can come in now," I said.

Fran nodded solemnly and climbed into the van.

"I tested different surveillance cameras before you made the call," he said. "These three are fixed
. These three can rotate about twenty-four degrees on each side. This one is waterproof. And these two are similar to
the other one I showed you."

"Do they all have night vision?" I asked.

"Night vision is enabled by the software I gave you," he said.

"Okay… do you have two more?"

"Yes, of course… where do you want to install them?"

"Is it possible to install them on the roof?"

"Roof? Where exactly?"

I explained the roof layout to him, and he nodded.

I paused as I described where I wanted them installed. It was an instinct. The van's
windows were tinted so no one could see inside. However,
I remained cautiously silent as my wife and son walked out of the building and passed our van.

Oh yes, I'm back in Mumbai! Witnessing Mina become a complete slut that night left me with
mixed feelings. I was excited to see her life laid bare. I was also worried about her safety, given her complicated
situation . I was furious at how Dara threatened her. I still remember
the description of how he humiliated her like a slave in his hut, slapping her buttocks.

Our ship was scheduled to leave Manila in a few hours. We were already several days overdue and would be really
busy . I felt that the situation had become so complicated that staying on the ship thousands of kilometers away was no longer
an option for me.

So I called the shipping company, making an excuse that my mother was very ill. Over the years, I had built
enough respect and credibility that they wouldn't suspect me of such things. I spent a few hours finishing work-related
matters and giving instructions to my younger subordinates. Then I took the next flight back to Mumbai.

On the plane, I figured out what to do when I got home. One option was to go home immediately after landing and
"surprise" Mina. If things between her and Bank became complicated enough to anger Dara, this would be the best
way to keep her safely away. However, it would also mean temporarily ending Mina's exploration of her sexual desires.

After considering many possibilities, I came up with the best plan. As soon as the plane landed in Mumbai, I immediately contacted
a friend working in a new industry who was involved in many anti-fraud operations.

Soon after, I contacted Fran, a thoughtful and capable guy with surveillance equipment. I went to his
office on Lamington Road and hired his services. I was impressed by how straightforward and non-judgmental he was
. Once I was able to prove that I wanted to monitor my home, he had no further uncomfortable questions.

Next, I booked a hotel just two blocks away from my building. This served two purposes.
One was to be within the wireless transmission range of the high-definition cameras and microphones, so I wouldn't need to rely on an internet
connection. And this also meant that I was close to home, so if some tricky situation arose with Dara and Bank that
threatened my wife's safety, I could get there in time to rescue her.

Once everything was settled, Fran drove me to the vicinity of my building in a van with tinted windows, and we waited for Mina and
Ayan to leave. Now we were here.

"The roof shouldn't be a problem, since you have the key," Fran said. "And your house is fine too."

"What if you get stopped by someone? Especially the gatekeeper?"

"Don't worry, sir, this Indian telecom operator uniform makes getting into the construction site very easy."

He patted the MTNL logo on his shirt. "The only tricky thing will be the wooden shed."

"Yes, so how have you decided to get it installed there?"

"It won't be done now; I'll use distraction to install it later tonight."

"What kind of distraction?" "

Tonight, we'll arrange for a truck to break down near your building. Then we'll give the gatekeeper some money
to help us get rid of the problem."

"One of them usually sleeps at night."

"Don't worry, I'll make it look like a multi-person job and provide enough money for the awake
person to wake their sleeping partner."

"Wow, you've thought of everything."

"That's why you're paying me so much, sir."

This whole thing has already cost me tens of thousands of rupees. But what if I had a hefty merchant ship salary at my disposal and had no
other use for it?

"Okay, so by tomorrow morning..."

"Tomorrow morning, I'll have all the objectives completed. In all the rooms of your apartment, on the roof, and in the wooden shed .
And we already have screens and speakers in your hotel rooms. Just two driver updates, and you
're good to go."

"Great."

"The keys?"

I handed Fran a set of keys to the apartment and the roof. He picked up his electronics bag and got out of the van
.

That night, almost everything was set up in my hotel room. I had multi-screen feeds of everything happening in my
apartment .

Mina and Ayan returned from their birthday party, he was wide awake and chattering away, even though I was seeing the usual
mundane things. I could see Mina in her underwear while she changed, but considering I'd seen it before, it
seemed rather bland.

The rooftop cameras were also set up, and the night vision software was working perfectly. The rooftop was currently
empty . The only thing that wasn't working was the camera in the gatekeeper's shed. Fran had
assured that it would be installed later that evening.

I sat on the bed and started eating dinner and watching TV. Occasionally I would glance at the screen to see
what , but nothing particularly noteworthy happened. I knew Patience was the name of this game.

Several hours later, things finally happened. The scene on the rooftop changed. It was the maid, Vina, who walked in.
I had seen her a few times, but this time, knowing she was my wife's sexual rival, I looked at her closely.

She was petite, only five feet tall, with a slightly dark complexion. Judging from the fact that I could see her chest, she
didn't seem to have large breasts. She had a cute, innocent face but with an annoyed expression because of her presence around her.
He paced back and forth, presumably waiting for Dara.

Finally, after about ten minutes, the man appeared. After he came in, he locked the rooftop door and went to
their spot behind the water tower. He grabbed her, but she shook him off.

"Where have you been?" she asked, her voice tinged with annoyance.

"I'm here now."

He started to pull up her loose, long blouse, but she slapped his hand away.

"Wait a minute, I need to talk first."

"We can talk while we play. I don't have much time."

"No!" she said forcefully.

A flash of anger crossed Dara's face, but he controlled himself.

"Okay, what?"

"What's wrong with you these past few days? It's like you're avoiding me, and you've been really mean to me."

"Is this what you want to talk about?" he asked, his face full of irritation.

“No…I…I lost both jobs in this building today.”

“What? What happened?”

“I don’t know. These two ladies told me, one after the other, that they’re going to hire other maids. They said I
was always late, took too many days off, etc., but I don’t think that’s the real reason.”

“What is the real reason?”

“I think Mrs. Mina caught us that night, and she’s already told other people about us.”

“Impossible!”

“Don’t you remember how angry she was? And the way she looked at us when she walked by. I’m sure that
nosy bitch has been telling everyone.”

“I told you, I talked to her, and she promised she’d keep quiet.”

“Then explain to me why I suddenly lost two jobs on the same day, only one of which I can understand.
”
“Hmm…” Dara stroked his chin thoughtfully.

I could somewhat understand what Vina meant by that. I’d already seen firsthand how jealous Mina was of her
. It was quite possible that she was suspicious of Dara, despite deceiving him, and that she could very well have
caused Vina to lose her only two jobs in the building.

“I need to find other employers now. If they’re far from this building, I might not be able to see you
often ,” Vina pouted.

“Leave it to me, I’ll figure it out,” Dara said.

“Ha!” Vina scoffed. “So what are you going to do? She caught us doing it. If she’s
told the other ladies, they won’t hire me back. The others in this building might
find out . Actually, your job might be in trouble too. I don’t think society wants a
gatekeeper who has sex with women on the roof.”

“I’m telling you, leave it to me,” Dara said.

“Now, do something more important…”

He pushed Vina toward the water tower, making her bend over, and he unzipped his pants. The old Gurkhas suddenly pulled out his
rapidly hardening penis as Vina pulled up her loose Indian kurta blouse and untied
the knots in her loose salwa trousers.

I saw that she wasn’t wearing underwear, and her small, almost flat, naked brown buttocks came into view. "Oh, I've missed this!" Vina gasped

as Dara easily entered her, holding her bare waist tightly . "Me too!" he said, arching his back and thrusting deeply and forcefully. I watched them make love for a few minutes, but my attention was elsewhere. Vina wasn't unattractive, but compared to my wife , she was nothing. I turned back to stare at my wife, who was cleaning the kitchen after putting our son to bed. She looked beautiful, even doing the most mundane things. I couldn't believe she was the same demure, shy woman I'd been married to for almost ten years. She had become a womanizer, twice with two men, and possibly even plotting to get rid of her sexual rivals. Suddenly, the blank screen on the far left activated. Fran had also managed to install a camera . It was a small, messy place, and looking at it filled me with the memories Mina had described , where she had been bent over and conquered. It was in this very shed that she had been raped for the first time by a gatekeeper. I wondered if I could see it happen again on this device. Or perhaps it was better for her to stay in our apartment if . The rest of the night passed peacefully. Mina soon went to bed as well. Dara and Vina made love and left the rooftop. Dara went back to his hut to sleep, presumably leaving Bank on night duty. I went to bed, a little suspenseful something big might happen tomorrow. I was awakened by the sound from the monitor on the table; it was Ayan throwing his usual morning tantrum. Getting him ready for school was always a challenge. I watched with amusement, seeing Mina running around with him every day. The gatekeeper's shed was empty, so I assumed Dara was up too. Finally, Mina had Ayan ready, made him drink his milk, handed him his lunchbox, and led him out of the apartment to the school bus stop. She returned about fifteen minutes later with a big smile on her face. She seemed almost excited to be home alone. I guessed Dara or Bank would be coming soon. My guess seemed correct, because my wife went to the bedroom and hurriedly began to untie her sari, quickly removing her blouse and petticoat, until she was soon standing in front of the mirror in only black panties and a blue bra. She stared at herself, then slowly took off her bra, letting her large breasts hang loosely on her chest. I assumed she was waiting for her lover to come in so she could get naked quickly and make love immediately, making up for lost time. So, I was surprised when she didn't wait in bed, but walked out of the room in only her panties and went into the kitchen. I thought maybe she wanted a glass of water. But she picked up a blue apron hanging in the corner. I had never seen this apron before. It looked new. She put the apron's neck loop over her head, and the front of the apron covered part of her breasts and part of her front body up to halfway up her thighs. She went back to the bedroom and tied the apron knot behind her back. The apron clearly left her back and buttocks, which were covered by panties, completely exposed. One end of the apron knot hung loosely on her buttocks, swaying as she walked . In the bedroom, she stood in front of the mirror again, admiring what she saw. I had to admire her too. My wife, almost completely naked except for an apron, looked so wanton. The apron was loose in the front, though it could cover her...

She held her breasts but displayed her cleavage. With every movement, her beautiful breasts swayed off the edge of her apron. She tried
to tuck them back in and managed to pull the front of the apron tight, but to no avail.

She spun around, admiring her pert buttocks and
the contrast between the blue apron and black panties against her milky white skin.

Then she went back to the kitchen. She put a kettle of water on the stove, presumably to make tea, and scooped
flour onto a wide board. She began to knead the dough. All of this seemed strange.

Soon, the front door opened, and Dara walked in, his keychain in hand.

He closed the door, looked around, and said, "Madam?"

"In the kitchen!" Mina replied casually.

So, now Dara had special privileges in this house. He could come in anytime with his key. Mina
didn't seem to find it strange. "Oh! Wow!" Dara entered the kitchen and stopped immediately

when he saw the lewd sight of his imaginatively dressed wife . She looked at him, a shy smile flashing across her face, almost like a wife trying to deeply impress her husband. "What are you doing?" the old Gurkhas asked slowly as he approached her from behind. "Making breakfast. Do you like roti?" she asked again in a very wifely tone. Dara stood behind her on her right, his hands on her waist. He rubbed her buttocks through her underwear, then slipped his hands inside her apron. Mina kneaded the dough and laughed happily. "I've seen women wear these, but never like you," Dara chuckled, leaning forward to kiss Mina's neck. As he gently nibbled at her neck, his hands stroked her front. "What are you doing? Don't you want me to focus on making the roti?" Mina asked playfully feigning reluctance. "Let me help you," Dara said, reaching under his apron and wrapping his hands around Mina's sides to the dough. His body pressed against hers, and he continued to nibble at her neck. In this intimate embrace, both of their hands kneaded the dough for a while . “You’ve kneaded it into a loose, crumbly mess,” Mina said softly, revealing her arousal. “You know what isn’t a loose, crumbly mess? It’s this.” His right hand moved up, pushing the loose front of her apron to the center, exposing her breast. Then the other one was exposed as well . He kneaded and caressed his nipple for a while, while Mina continued kneading the dough. I watched all this with a strange feeling. I had already witnessed what could be described as purely animalistic sex . Now this whole thing seemed almost…romantic. My old gatekeeper was pressed against my half-naked wife, rubbing against her body, squeezing her breasts. Her body language also conveyed a slow, tender sexual arousal. Dara picked up a little flour from the board and smeared it on her nipples. Mina giggled. He picked up some more flour and smeared it on her neck, then began to lick it clean. Watching these two incorporate food into their sex looked a little odd. “Madam.” “Hmm…?” “The water’s boiling.” “Hmm.” She answered, her eyes closed, lost in their embrace. "Should I add the tea leaves?" "Yes." Dalada took the tea canister and scooped a few spoonfuls of tea leaves into the boiling water. Then, he dipped his finger in flour and put it on Mina's lips. She opened her mouth and began to suck on his finger hungrily, as if she were sucking on his penis . This was a scene of my wife's depravity; with her eyes closed and an expression of sexual hunger, she sucked on the flour on Dalada's finger for almost a minute. He kept squeezing her nipples, smearing more flour on them, and then bent down to lick it off. In our own kitchen, Mina writhed and moaned in our doorman's arms. "Turn off the stove or the tea will be bitter," Dalada ordered, and Mina obeyed. Then, he knelt behind her, moved the crotch of her panties to one side, and buried his face in her buttocks. "Oh…!" Mina moaned as his skilled tongue began to lick her vulva and clitoris. Dara braced his hands on the kitchen counter and almost began thrusting his face toward my wife's genitals, making her buttocks sway back and forth. Throughout, I noticed that Mina continued kneading the dough. On my screen, I watched this scene from three different angles. Mina's breasts still overflowed her apron, jiggling and getting floury with each thrust of Dara . She bit her lower lip hard, clearly preparing for an impending orgasm. Meanwhile, Dara's face was almost completely obscured by the two large hemispheres of my wife buttocks. "Oh, yes!" Mina murmured softly, beginning to tremble as Dara finally guided her to climax with his tongue . I had seen Dara make my wife ejaculate many times, but watching it happen while she was kneading dough in the kitchen was far more erotic. Just an hour ago, she was here preparing lunch for our son. And now, here she was, swaying her exposed breasts, being licked by a lowly gatekeeper. When Mina finished her orgasm, she caught her breath and turned around. Dara stood up. She reached her left hand into his trousers . "Careful!" Dara said hastily. "You'll get dough all over my clothes!" "Sorry," Mina said, immediately pulling her hand back. "Should I wash my hands first?" "No, it's alright, I have a better idea." Dara smiled mischievously. He turned my wife around again. He grabbed her right hand, pulled it behind her back , and tucked it into the waistband of her apron on her lower back. Then, he did the same to her left hand. Now her dough-covered hands were tied behind her back, touching and soiling her own underwear instead of Dara's trousers. "Heh, what are you doing?" she giggled, trying to get her hands out. But they were stuck there rather tightly. "Just so your troublesome hands don't get in the way," Dara said, "Now bend over and put your breasts on the flour ." "That won't work," she protested. "You can afford it." Mina smiled, bending over and letting her large breasts fall onto the large bowl of dry flour. Some flour flew up

It entered her nostrils, and she coughed. Then she sneezed, rendering the flour completely
unusable .

"Spread your legs, arch your back, stick your ass out,"

Dara commanded Mina to assume a doggy-style position. Mina complied. The bottom of her apron fell forward
. Her large ass was sticking out high, looking very alluring, even while still wearing her underwear. Her large breasts were submerged in flour
, and she had reached a new obscene height.

I saw her ass swaying expectantly as Dara stood behind her, posing and reaching for
the zipper .

Thump thump thump thump!

Mina and Dara both froze.

"Ptooey! Who could it be?" she said, starting to straighten up, but Dara pushed her back down.
"Stay like that!" he roared.

"I'll go see who it is. Maybe it's just Bank."

"What if it's someone else?" Mina said worriedly.

“I’ll check through the peephole first. If it’s not Bank, I won’t open the door. Anyone will think you’re not
home, that you’ve gone out.”

“Okay,” Mina said, sounding like she had no choice.

The old Gurkhas strode out of the kitchen and closed the door behind him. Mina obediently bent over, ready to be fucked
.

I focused my attention on the scene in the living room. He walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

“What the hell?”

I heard him mutter as his eyes were pressed against the door. He took a step back, patted his head, and
sighed .

The doorbell rang again. Dara shrugged and slightly opened the door.

“You?” a familiar voice said.

“Come in!”

Dara’s head popped out of the door, looked around, and then fully opened it. Vina walked in with a confused look on her face
. Dara quickly closed and bolted the door.

“What are you doing here?” Dara asked threateningly in a hissing tone.

“Me? What are you doing here?” the petite maid retorted.

“You should leave,” Dara said.

“I won’t leave until I’ve spoken to Madam about why I lost these jobs,”

Vina said defiantly, arms crossed.

The scene from the kitchen made me chuckle for a moment. My wife first obediently bent over and waited. Then, when the door
opened , she heard the noise and stood up. Since Dara had closed the kitchen door, I do
n’t think she could hear who it was. But her expression was panicked, and I believe she could recognize a woman. Vina
immediately began frantically trying to break free of her hands with all her might. But her hands were tucked into the apron knot so tightly that it was
pressing her wrists against her back.

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!” she cried out in panic, pacing back and forth in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, in the living room outside.

“I told you, I’ll take care of things,” Dara said angrily.

“What, what are you going to do? You…you broke in?” Vina whispered, then froze in shock
.

"What???"

"This is your idea? You broke in for revenge, what? Trying to steal something?"

"Nonsense!" Dara retorted.

"Then why are you here? Where is Madam?"

In the kitchen, Mina walked behind the closed door, her ear pressed against it, trying to hear what was happening outside.
But I doubted she could hear anything except muttering. Meanwhile, Dara touched her head, seemingly considering how to
handle the situation.

"Dara, what's going on?" Vina asked again in a panicked whisper.

"Just... shut up now!" Dara retorted, "Get out, I'll explain later."

In the kitchen, Mina, still with her ear pressed against the door, tried to change position and slipped. With
her hands tied, she lost her balance, causing her to crash into the door. Although the door was closed, it wasn't locked, and
the force of Mina hitting the door made it creak and slowly open.

I almost burst out laughing at this comical situation, then the scene unfolded. Our kitchen was
about ten feet from the front door where Dara and Vina were standing. When the door creaked open, it was obvious they were both looking in that direction
. Staring at my almost naked wife, her flour-smeared breasts protruding from her apron, exposed to them
.

Vina's mouth was agape, her eyes wide as saucers—imagine her shock. A simple, upper-class lady,
undressed in such a disheveled state, her hands clearly bound behind her back.

Mina, too, wore an expression of intense panic and humiliation. She immediately retreated to the farthest corner of the kitchen.
Dara just stood there, watching the scene unfold with annoyance. The two women he had slept with were suddenly
face to face .

"Oh…my God!! What did you do to her???" Vina screamed, the first
to recover from the shock.

"Shut up!"

Dara quickly grabbed her as she started to run towards the kitchen.

"This isn't what I wanted! I don't want you to rape her!"

"Can you fucking calm down?" he said, dragging her towards the kitchen, but more slowly. "I didn't
rape her."

Mina looked terrified, standing stiffly in the corner of the kitchen. I didn't know if she'd heard anything that made
her break out in a cold sweat. She now understood the whole situation and must be trying to figure out how to explain it.

"Madam! Are you alright, Madam? What did he do to you? Oh, God! What did he do?"
Vina was still struggling to break free from Dara's embrace. Mina didn't say anything, just stared at the floor.
Vina on the other hand, was terrified, her mouth constantly babbling.

Dara seemed to be losing his patience. He released Vina and then slapped her face hard with the back of his hand. The beating silenced
Vina , and she touched her stinging cheek. Mina

looked even stiffer, trembling, and remained silent. Her trembling, accompanied by sweat, made her flour-covered breasts sticky. "Now can you shut your dog mouth and let me explain?" Dara said, grabbing Vina's hair. She nodded. "Fine." Dara released her, angrily saying, "Damn it, what a mess you've made!" At this point, I seriously considered getting up and going to the apartment to stop it all. He had just hit Vina, and I...

I'm worried that if he gets more violent, he might hurt my wife. But he seems calm now.
"Madam, are you going to tell her?"

Mina just kept staring at the ground with teary eyes.

"You could at least tell her it wasn't rape?"

"What is it?" Vina asked, but now sounded calm.

"Madam and I...we...uh...we've been doing what you and I have done." Dara shrugged
with a smile .

"What?" Vina's voice was confused.

"I don't understand."

"What don't you understand?"

"Wait...you and her? And...it was consensual?" Vina's voice sounded incredulous.

"Madam, tell her." Dara said expectantly.

Mina just nodded.

"From when???"

"Well, that depends on what you mean." Dara said, finally regaining his usual smug calm.

“If you mean the actual sexual intercourse, it happened two days ago, but the rest…
it started shortly after she caught us on the roof. She caught us once before that, you just didn’t know
.”

Vina’s expression showed embarrassment mixed with resentment.

Mina just looked shy, and finally said in a low voice, “Could you untie my hands?”

“Wait a little longer,” Dara said arrogantly, then walked over to her. Flicking her nipple, he said, “
Madam has a husband here who is away for months at a time. When she first caught
us on the roof, she liked what she saw. She wanted to try it too.”

“Madam, is that really so?” Vina’s tone was almost interrogative.

Mina also seemed unwilling to make eye contact with Vina. Vina glared at her with an angry expression. Suddenly
Vina began to sob. Dara went back to comfort her.

“So…so…you’ve been lying to me all along?”

She suddenly burst out emotionally and began to punch Dara’s chest.
“Relax, relax.”

He grabbed her shoulders, ignoring the blow this frail woman was giving him.

"All this time… all those things you've said…" Vina said, tears welling in her eyes.

Mina finally looked up at them both.

"I mean all those things. You meant what you said," Dara said gently, trying to kiss Vina, but she
pulled her face away.

"You wanted me to leave my husband… you said you loved me!"

"I do love you! I love you so much!" Dara said sincerely.

"You should leave your alcoholic husband."

I was probably the only one who noticed a sudden, intense sorrow
flash . The intense pain of jealousy and resentment she felt confirmed my conclusion: for
Mina, Dara was more than just a casual sex partner.

"Leave my husband, be with you, and you're always hiding away, sleeping with… her?" Vina gave
my wife an unfriendly look.

“How can I compete with her? Look at that fair skin and those big breasts.”

I admired the web of jealousy Dara had woven, two women fiercely envying each other for him, while he
was just a lowly gatekeeper. Even in all my sexual history, I had never seen anything like it.

“Yes, she does have a great figure, but she also has a husband and a child. She’s a lady
, and I’m a gatekeeper. What happened between her and me was purely physical, and what you and I had… that
’s real!” Dara said.

I admired Dara’s smooth talk and manipulation of women again. Perhaps, he was sincere. He had seen through the world
and knew that no matter how slutty Mina was, how infatuated she was with him, they wouldn’t have a real future together. Like
Vina who, despite being a maid, could have a real future with him.

“I don’t believe you,” Vina sobbed again.

“Why not? Just think of the lady as another participant in our sexual game. I let Bank do you
, and you had no problem with that.”

“It was… just for fun,” Vina said defensively.

She looked up at Mina, their eyes met, and they stared at each other. Both women
had slept with Dara, and both had been with Bank. Just think, a fair-skinned, sexy
lady and a thin, dark-skinned maid, both penetrated by the same two men. Of course, only Mina and
Bank… I know this.

“So that’s it,” Dara said.

“Can you let go of my hand now?” Mina finally cried out. The displeasure in her voice was obvious
.

“Just a little while,” Dara said nonchalantly, stroking Vina’s cheek.

“Just a little while, what do you mean? This is my house! You can’t treat me like this!”

Mina was truly furious. Dara looked up at Mina and smiled.

“Alright, I’ll let go of you soon. But first, we have a problem to consider.”

“What?” Mina almost blurted out.

“Vina works in this building.”

Mina didn’t say anything, but her face instantly showed guilt. Even Vina noticed this
.

“Madam, so it’s your fault?” she said, shocked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mina said, her words unconvincing.

“Really? During sex, you kept talking jealously about Vina and made me promise I wouldn’t see
her again. Then two days later, she lost her job. Could that be a coincidence?”

Mina just shrugged, causing her flour-covered breasts to jiggle.

“What did you tell those people?” Dara asked sharply.

“You were jealous of Vina, and you wanted to ruin her job?”

“She…was jealous of me?” Vina asked suspiciously.

Mina glared at them both, remaining silent for a while.

“You spoiled, privileged fool!” Dara said angrily, approaching my wife. “You didn’t expect
I’d get fired too?”

He grabbed Mina’s hair with one hand and pulled it, while pinching her right nipple quite hard with his other hand
.
“Ouch!” my wife cried out.

“You won’t get fired!”

“Why not???” he said, now pinching her other nipple.

“Because…” Mina cried out in pain, “I didn’t tell anyone about you.”

Again, I was considering moving on. But I was too eager to know what would happen next.

“What do you mean?”

“Let go of my hand!”

“Tell us first!” Dara roared, his face close to Mina’s.

“Fine, fine… at least don’t hurt me anymore.” Mina was now on the verge of tears.

Dara released her and said, “Speak.”

Mina gasped for a few seconds, trying to regain her composure. Then she said, “Yes, I’ve told those two neighbors
how I saw Vina having sex on the roof twice. But I didn’t say it was with you. I said it was with someone I
didn’t know.”

“So…” Vina interjected sarcastically, “that way, I get fired, but you can have
him completely?”

Mina just nodded.

“What a slut!” the maid said.

I somewhat agreed with her. Threatening someone else’s job for your own insecurity and sexual pleasure… I
didn’t know Mina would do such a thing.

The three of them fell silent for a moment, looking at each other. Mina's expression shifted from stiffness to jealousy to regret.

"Alright, the solution is simple," Dara finally revealed.

"Madam, you've made a mess of things. You must hire Vina as your maid and pay her double the salary."

"What?" Mina said.

"What?" Vina interjected. "I don't want to work for this slut!"

"Why not?" Dara asked.

"Because she's a slut," Vina said agitatedly.

"Please let go of my hand?" Mina almost pleaded.

"I can't feel my fingers."

"Fine, fine," Dara said, untying the knot in her apron.

Mina's hand darted forward, and she rubbed her wrist. As she did so, her breasts jiggled again
, which Vina noticed, and Dara saw Vina notice as well.

"Vina, come here and lick the flour off Madam's breasts."

"What?" Vina and Mina exclaimed in unison.

“The best way for you two to get along is for the three of us to play together, without jealousy or
anger ,” Dara said coldly. “So come here and lick her big tits.”

“I don’t like it,” Vina pouted.

“Vina!” Dara said impatiently, “Don’t make me say it again!”

Vina sighed and walked toward them.

“This is stupid.”

Then the petite, brown-skinned maid bent down, opened her mouth, and began licking
the flour off my wife’s enormous breasts.

“Wait!”

Mina jumped up, feeling Vina’s tongue licking her nipple, and immediately backed away.

“This is outrageous.”

“I agree,” Vina said.

“Come on, ladies!” Dara said in a coaxing voice, “Haven’t you ever fantasized about being with another
woman?”

“No!” they all emphasized in unison.

“Yes, I fantasize about being with two women at the same time, and them pleasing each other!”

“That’s because you’re dreaming,”

Mina said, then, perhaps to preemptively avoid another attempt to lick her breasts clean, she went to
the sink and washed off the flour herself. Her half-wet breasts, water dripping from her nipples, looked even more alluring. Once
she had washed her breasts, she tucked them back into her apron, tied it tight, and started to walk out of the kitchen.

Dara grabbed her wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find something suitable to wear!” Mina shook her hand off.

“You two should leave.”

My wife stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. Then she sat on the bed, buried her face in her hands, and began
to sob . I felt sorry for her, but also thought she deserved to clean up this mess. She had done something rather petty, getting
poor Vina fired. I thought she deserved some punishment, as long as it was within acceptable limits.

I was so focused on watching my wife that it took me a while to realize that something had already happened in the living room
. Dara was dragging Vina there, undressing her.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Vina protested weakly as her loose Kurta blouse and Sharva trousers were pulled off.

“Shut up!” Dara snapped.

Soon his petite maid was completely naked. He pushed her onto the sofa and onto the floor
between . The maid quickly began to moan as the doorman started licking her clitoris.

Mina had already taken off her apron, wearing a t-shirt, loose shorts, and a bra. She suddenly
heard moans coming from the living room. She frowned and went out of the bedroom.

“What the hell?” she shouted. “I’m telling you both to get out!”

Vina looked a little worried, but Dara ignored my wife and continued licking the maid’s hairy vulva.

“Dara!” she cried, but to no avail.

Now it was up to Mina to decide what to do. Normally, if you have an unwelcome guest, you would ask
the doorman to kick him out. When the doorman himself is an unwelcome guest, who would you call? The neighbor? The police? But my
wife was wise enough to know that such an act would mean public humiliation.

She simply stood there with her hands on her hips, her mind a jumble, watching the depraved scene unfolding in the living room.

"Madam, don't be shy peeking over there," Dara said after a few minutes. "It's nothing,
you 've never seen anything like it. I don't mind having an audience. Actually, I quite enjoy it. Come here, you can see it up close."

My wife sighed and slowly walked to the chaise lounge.

Vina was on the chaise lounge, her legs spread, and Dara knelt before her. He returned to licking her clitoris, and
Vina began to moan again. Mina sat up straight on the chaise lounge and began to watch. Clearly, she had
a voyeuristic side. In fact, watching the two of them doing it seemed to spark something, igniting
a desire that had been burning deep within her for weeks.

Vina kept her eyes closed most of the time, enjoying the attention she received from the old Gurkha's tongue. Perhaps she
felt ashamed to have an audience, but under Dara's excessive control, she couldn't protest.

After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at Mina. Their eyes met, then they quickly looked away. But
Clearly, the two ladies had gotten used to this over time.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" Vina moaned nasally as she orgasmed.

I noticed that the maid, perhaps aware of Mina's presence, didn't shout or pant too much. It seemed to be a
restrained reaction to an orgasm.

Dara got up and pulled down his pants. His thick, erect member sprang out, attracting attention.

"Madam, would you like to be next?"

My wife simply shook her head.

"Come on!!"

Dara walked up to her, waving his penis, while Mina curled up on the sofa.

"Don't touch me!" she said resentfully.

"At least suck my cock, you always love it."

He grabbed her hair and forced her mouth to his penis. But she kept her lips tightly shut. Before
releasing her hair, he slapped her cheeks a few times with his thick member.

"Why are you resisting?" Dara asked.

"Go to hell!" Mina replied angrily.

Dara shrugged and walked over to the maid, who was watching all this,
a mixture . I believe she was pleased to see this slut humiliated.

Dara sat on the sofa and lightly touched Vina. As if by commonplace suggestion, the naked maid immediately
straddled the doorman, her knees supporting her weight on the sofa. Her petite buttocks lowered onto the doorman's thighs
, his penis easily entering her still-wet vagina.

"Mmm...oh..." she moaned as the thick penis entered Vina's body.

Mina, sitting a few feet away, who had been looking away intentionally, also turned her head
to watch .

The maid slowly began to rise and fall towards her lover's penis. Dara usually played with Mina's plump buttocks during intercourse
, but he didn't touch them now. I can understand why; Vina's buttocks weren't as fleshy
.

The live broadcast from my house unfolded instantly on my screen, needless to say, it was a very erotic
scene. The Gurkhas's fertile, thick penis pounded into the maid's thin body, and she bounced on top of him
. They breathed heavily and groaned.

Within minutes, I grew increasingly aroused, and Mina clearly did too. Mina began to fidget, crossing and opening her legs
intermittently . Her face no longer showed any anger, only curiosity, ecstasy,
and of course, sexual excitement. But I wasn't the only one who noticed.

"Come on, madam, join us!" he said, extending his hand.

"No," Mina said, but it wasn't very convincing.

"You're obviously horny. If you don't want to join, at least you can have some fun by yourself, here."

Dara threw a folded blanket next to him at her. "If you're shy and afraid we'll see you, use
this to cover yourself."

Mina thought for a moment, then covered herself with the blanket. From the movements under the blanket, it seemed her hand was inside
her shorts, rubbing against something. Soon, she, too, was panting heavily, watching the lewd
scene .

Dara and Vina kept glancing at Mina every few minutes, smiling, as they realized she was getting into
it too. Soon, Mina's soft moans joined Vina's loud moans and Dara's heavy breathing.

About ten minutes later, Mina had two small but noticeable orgasms and was still masturbating under the blanket.

Dara got up from under Vina and pulled her to the floor. He made her get on all fours and entered her from behind
. She moaned loudly in pleasure, and he began to gently rock her. Mina watched the two of them doing it on the floor,
her movements under the blanket becoming faster and faster, bringing her to another orgasm.

A few minutes later, I noticed that through doggy-style arching, Dara slowly pushed Vina forward,
following suit himself. Soon, she was only two feet away from my wife who was masturbating. Dara nudged Vina, and she reached
for the blanket.

"Come on, ma'am, this isn't fair. You see what we're doing, and we should be able to see you too
," Vina said, yanking the blanket away.

Mina waved her hand, trying to keep her blanket on, but it was too late. Now, she was completely exposed. Though
there wasn't much to see. She had only pulled her shorts down a little, her right hand inside her underwear. She
paused, but Dara and Vina were still making love, so she returned to what she was doing.

The slow forward movement continued, but Mina didn't even realize that a minute or two later, Vina's face
was almost beneath her crotch.

"You should see how clean and neatly shaved Madam's cunt is, not like yours,"
Dara said.

I expected Vina to be offended, but her mind was clearly completely absorbed in it. Vina was being
deeply and slowly thrust into by Dara, and she raised one hand on the ground, pulling Mina's shorts and underwear down.
"Madam. Please let me see your cunt," she gasped.

I thought, Mina had probably lost her mind in it after masturbating for so long. She grabbed her clothes to defend herself.

“Come on, madam!” Dara said. “Don’t resist.”

Their eyes met. My wife slowly nodded. Mina lifted her buttocks and quickly pulled down her
shorts and underwear. I watched, and my erection grew intense, for my wife was now completely naked

in front of our old gatekeeper and our new maid . “Lick her with your tongue just like I lick you with mine,” Dara instructed, gently slapping Vina’s buttocks. Soon, the maid’s tongue was scraping against my wife’s clitoris. Mina was being given oral sex; she closed her eyes and groaned loudly , which meant that Vina was naturally good at licking clitoris. Mina bent her legs, put her feet on the sofa , and spread her thighs wide. Her shaved vulva was completely exposed. Dara panted, approving of the sight. The three of them continued in a chain for about five more minutes. Mina was naked from the waist down, her legs spread wide, and Vina’s tongue was licking her clitoris. And Dara was fucking Vina from behind. The contrast in their skin tones was also interesting: Mina had milky white skin, Vina had dark brown skin, and Dara had the olive oil hue of a Gurkha. I knew I could call her cell phone at any moment to stop it all. But my attention was too drawn to the sight before me. "My knees are sore," Dara said, standing up.

He sat down on the sofa. Vina got up and straddled him again. She guided his penis into her
hairy vagina and began riding him, faster than he had before.

Mina was still sitting on the double sofa with her legs spread, her eyes half-open and lost in thought. She
remained like that for about a minute until Vina said, "Madam, come and sit next to us."

Mina got up and staggered toward the sofa. When she reached it, she landed heavily on Dara's
right . He immediately reached out his right hand and began to play with her clitoris. She began to moan with pleasure again. He used his thumb to stimulate her
clitoris, then inserted two of his fingers into her vagina and began to finger her.

Mina first tilted her head back in pleasure, then turned her head to the left and began to kiss Dara. Vina, still riding
him, leaned forward and kissed Mina's cheek. Soon, the three of them took turns kissing each other for a few seconds, until
Vina grabbed Mina's hair with her left hand and pulled her close for a long, passionate kiss.

Dara's hand had already left Mina's vulva, clutching her t-shirt. Mina, kneeling on the sofa,
took off t-shirt, remaining kneeling in only her bra. She turned to face Dara and began kissing him again. As she kissed him,
her smooth, naked, snow-white, plump buttocks looked so alluring.

"They're really big! And so white and round!"

Vina, even while riding her lover, couldn't help but reach out to caress the wealthy woman's tempting
backside. Dara reached out and embraced Mina, beginning to play with her vulva from behind. Occasionally, he would also caress her blessed
buttocks.

Her body was bent like this, so her buttocks, once again, formed
a stark contrast with Vina's buttocks bouncing on Dara's legs. It wasn't just in skin color; Mina's buttocks were large, the plump hips of
a mother , almost one and a half times wider than Vina's bony buttocks that had never had children.

Dara must have noticed the contrast, because for a while, his hands were on each of their buttocks
, caressing, kneading, and slapping them. During this time, Mina took turns passionately kissing Dara and Vina
. The two women, who had previously resisted each other, now seemed quite eager to mingle together.

"Let me see those big breasts again!" Vina said, still having sex with him on Dara's lap.

Vina pulled one of Mina's full breasts out of her bra at a time. Once the breasts were exposed, Dara began
sucking and biting the left one, while Vina focused on the right.

Mina was now practically naked, though her bra was still on.

"My thighs are sore now," Vina announced, sliding down Dara's lap, causing his still-erect
penis to swing back and forth.

It was then that I realized he had been fucking her for almost half an hour. He hadn't even had a turn with my wife
yet! Vina grasped the penis with her right hand and said, "Madam, come here, let's suck this penis together."

I was a little surprised when Mina obediently got off the sofa and joined Vina, squeezing between Dara's legs
. Of course, she had already started participating. But joining the maid in giving the gatekeeper oral sex
seemed a bit too much for her. I was clearly wrong!

Mina stared very closely at the penis, her face still showing a very obvious
morbid . The penis was thick, surrounded by dense gray hair. The testicles were also very large, almost the
size of an orange.

Vina opened her mouth wide and took the penis into her mouth. It barely went in halfway. Her eyes were fixed on
Mina 's eyes, and she moved her head up and down dozens of times. Then she spat the large penis out of her mouth, bending it towards Mina.
Mina hesitated and opened her mouth, lowering her head to the penis. Her small mouth barely went in an inch before she
choked, coughing as she pulled it out.

“Madam, it’s alright.” Vina stroked my wife’s hair. “You know, it takes a little time to
adjust .”

Vina held it in her mouth and sucked for about a minute more. Then, she handed it to Mina again,
opening and lowering her head once more. This time, Vina placed her left hand on Mina’s head and pressed down. Mina started
coughing, trying to lift her head, but Vina pressed her head down.

“Madam, just keep it like this. You’ll get used to it. Just circle it with your tongue, yes, just like that.”

Dara sat on the sofa, his arms comfortably stretched along the backrest, his face showing satisfaction. This
old bastard never dreamed it would actually come true. A threesome with a wealthy lady and a maid, all of them more than ten years younger
than him.

Vina released Mina’s head, and she immediately spat out the penis, coughing a few times. She also spat out some loose
pubic hair . Her eyes seemed to be filled with tears. I thought she had had enough, so I was surprised that without Vina’s
urging, she put the penis in her mouth again. This time, a few more inches went in.

She also began moving her head up and down, trying to push as much in as possible each time. Each time the penis touched her
throat , it made a suppressed gagging sound. Although her mouth couldn't accommodate this monster's penis like Vina's,
she still took in much more than I expected. This time she sucked the penis for about a minute, then spat it out.

"Good job, madam!" Vina said proudly, gently stroking Mina's
back . Then she took the penis and put it in her own mouth and began to suck.

What a sight! Dara sat comfortably on the sofa, and two women—a married maid and a
married lady—sat cross-legged on the floor between his spread legs.

I noticed again the contrast between Vina's and Mina's bodies, especially their buttocks. Both were cross-legged;
Vina 's buttocks looked petite and pretty, while Mina's were full and sexy.

The two women took turns sucking that huge penis for a full five minutes. Vina kept saying encouraging
things , which clearly fueled her enthusiasm for oral sex. Vina even coaxed her into sucking his testicles a few times.

Suddenly, Dara grunted, grabbed both of their hair, and pulled them back. Vina started laughing, while Mina
looked confused.

"That means he's about to climax, but he likes to keep going," Vina explained.

Still holding their hair, Dara got up from the sofa and pulled them up. He turned
around with the women in tow. He shoved Vina face-up onto the sofa with his left hand. She immediately slid down a little lower
, so her buttocks were on the edge of the seat. He turned Mina around, bent down, and kissed her passionately.

Mina's hands wrapped around his hairy back, and she returned the kiss just as passionately. I saw their tongues intertwine.
They swirled and stirred. Dara's erect penis thrust into Mina's smooth, flat stomach. Vina, legs spread wide on the sofa,
smiled as she watched them kiss.

Finally, Dara seemed to notice that Mina was still wearing a garment—her bra, though her breasts were already
overflowing. He immediately corrected the situation, unhooking her bra and tossing it onto the floor. Then, he gently pushed my
wife back until she lay on top of the maid. He moved her up a little so her head was above Vina's
shoulder, so he could see both of their faces.

Mina's legs were on either side of Vina, and her buttocks were inches above Vina's vulva.

"Madam, you're heavy," Vina groaned, reaching out to hug my wife and beginning to squeeze her
breasts .

At the same time, Dara knelt down, and with a single, simple movement, his enormous penis plunged into Vina's vagina.
Vina groaned in pleasure and squeezed Mina's breasts hard, responding with a scream. He began to gently thrust into her, letting
my wife slide up and down Vina's body. There were two rhythmic slapping sounds, one from Dara's thigh
hitting Vina's thigh, and the other from my wife's thigh hitting Dara's stomach.

This intercourse lasted for a few minutes, then Dara stood up. The greedy smile on his face was like a
bank robber staring at an open vault. I realized that at that moment, his years of fantasies had finally
come true here. A threesome, with a rather attractive, wealthy, young, and beautiful lady.

Dara parted Mina's legs with his right hand, and she slowly spread them wider on her own. He leaned down until his
face was above Mina's face, his chest pressed against her breasts. Then, he pushed his hips
forward a little until the head of his penis touched her vulva.

Dara and Mina's eyes locked, their expressions serious. Dara simply held his penis against her
labia, gently rubbing it. He wanted her to take the initiative first. Finally, I saw my wife's buttocks push upwards
, and his penis broke through the first barrier. Now, he pushed forward more firmly.

"Oh, my God!" Mina closed her eyes and gasped for breath.

I could see that, even though it was only an inch in, the outer edge of his penis was still probing the inner walls of her vagina.
"No problem, madam, no problem," Vina's voice came from beneath her. She gently stroked Mina
's hair back and forth.

Dara withdrew his penis and then slowly pushed in again. This time, it went in another inch.

"Mmm...oh..." Mina groaned.

Her hands wrapped around his hairy back, and I saw her nails digging into him, causing him pain. Perhaps due to
the stimulation , the third time he thrust in even harder and deeper. He withdrew, and less than a second later, he thrust in again forcefully. Now
it was almost four inches in.

"Ah...uh..." Mina arched her back, her buttocks rubbing against Vina's stomach.

"Madam, it's getting better and better," Vina said, pulling her back.

Panting, Mina looked into Dara's eyes. He paused for a moment after inserting the monster back in. Dara gently
kissed her lips, withdrew, and then thrust in again, this time slowly. This time, Mina only adjusted her hips. There was no
sound or gasp. Only soft moans.

He repeated this back and forth a few times, without pushing any further in. Another moan, clearly due to sexual
pleasure . Another thrusting. Another moan. Thrusting back and forth, moaning, thrusting back and forth, moaning, thrusting back and forth
, moaning.

Mina's tense body gradually relaxed, her tender vagina gradually getting used to the roughness and rhythm. She had only spent
one night with him before, and her tender vagina had not yet fully gotten used to him. She lay there, closed her eyes, and simply savored
the sensations emanating from her vulva.

Another minute passed, and Dara gradually increased the pace. Mina seemed to like it. Gradually, in
the next two or three minutes, he thrust his penis deeper into her body, and her tender vagina accommodated it without difficulty
.

"How are you feeling, Madam?" Vina asked.

Mina could only nod breathlessly in response.

"Is she very tight?" Dara nodded.

"Shoot inside...give it to her!" Vina shouted.

Dara suddenly increased the pace threefold. Mina let out a loud, unladylike moan and threw her head back
.

"Madam, isn't it a bit too fast?" Vina asked.

"No...no...no..." Mina cried out in the same rhythm of being thrust in and out. "This is so good...this is so incredibly pleasurable
..."

This was the first appropriate response from Mina to the dozens of things Vina had said to her since their first meeting
.

"I'm telling you, it's really amazing."

"Yes...faster! Faster! Faster!" Mina demanded loudly.

Dara complied, accelerating his thrusts into her tender cunt, his hairy buttocks becoming a blur.

"Oh...I'm going to die!" Mina screamed, her whole body trembling as the climax approached.

The intercourse continued. She clung to Dara's neck, letting out more incoherent noises
for about half a minute.

"Mmm... hum..." Dara groaned as well.

Caught between two simultaneous orgasms, their bodies, locked in a tug-of-war, soon began to tremble. I wondered
if Vina had sprained her spine or any organs.

The orgasms lasted almost an eternity before fading. Dara was the first to stop trembling. He pulled his penis
out, semen gushing out of my wife's vulva, and swayed back, collapsing
exhausted . Mina, though not trembling as violently as before, was still shivering. She rolled away from Vina and curled up on
the sofa. Vina leaned against my wife, embracing her, stroking her shoulders, and kissing her neck.

I was again astonished at how unimaginably obscene the scene looked. Dara lay on the sofa, his
penis now back to normal. My wife, her enormous breasts dangling from the sofa, curled up in the arms of the petite maid
. Everyone was completely naked. It made my penis stand erect.

Five minutes later, Mina got up, picked up her phone from the table, and staggered towards the bathroom. She
was a little unsteady on her feet. Vina also got up and went to the kitchen.

Dara was still resting on the sofa; he had spent almost an hour having sex with two women, and he deserved his
rest.

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