Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen? by aurelius1982

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Banke, you can go sleep now." he loudly said. Soon I heard the sound of the front door closing.

I was expecting Dara to continue their interrupted last session. But he started putting his clothes on.

"I have to go wash cars." he said by way of explanation.

Menaka nodded and started walking towards the computer. Soon she was just a foot away from the webcam. She sat on the chair that she had been fucked on and slept on a few hours and and started working on the computer.

I waited with bated breath, wondering if the spyware was really as good as my friend had said. Would she detect that everything was being broadcast? Turns out she didn't. She soon started typing something...I assumed an email to me describing what had happened.

"Did Banke try to cop a feel or something while I was in the bathroom?" Dara asked with a smirk, now fully dressed.

"No." Menaka curtly replied and kept typing.

"Poor guy. You are too hard on him." Dara said, coming close to Menaka and squeezing her tits over the tits. "What would there have been in letting him watch us? He has already seen so much. Maybe you could've even sucked his dick again."

Menaka stopped typing and turned around to face Dara.

"So what do you want me to do eventually? Sleep with him too like your beloved Vimla does?" she asked pointedly.

"No no, of course not!" Dara said in a dismissive tone. "He is just a nice guy learning his way in the world so watching a master at work might've been helpful, that's all. Remember, I didn't ask you to suck his dick. You were doing it willingly when I walked in that day. So i thought you might not mind doing it again."

"I told you, that was a one time thing!" she snapped.

He smiled, bent down, and kissed Menaka while rubbing her back and said in a gentle tone,

"And you need to stop obsessing over Vimla after last night. Vimla is dal-roti. When a man is starving, he'll happily have dal-roti. And share it with a starving friend. You memsaab, are biryani. I might give my friend a taste but I am not sharing the whole biryani with him. I'll give him dal roti and have most of the biryani myself."

Menaka giggled at the weird metaphor.

"Will you also keep having the dal roti on the side?"

"Why would I if I regularly get the biryani. Vimla is all Banke's now. She won't care. She just has to have her needs satisfied because her drunkard husband can't."

It was news to me that Vimla was married as well. Dara certainly had a type.

"And what if Banke gets bored of the dal roti tries to have the biryani when you're not around?" Menaka extended the metaphor.

"You mean if he tries to go beyond just a little fondling and so on? Tries to have sex with you?"

"Yeah, then?"

Dara's face got really serious.

"Banke would never dare to do something like that. He knows what I'll do to him. But if he does every try to force himself on you, just let me know." he hotly said.

"What if he doesn't force himself? What if...the biryani wants to..." Menaka started saying in a mocking tone but couldn't finish her sentence because Dara reached over and grabbed her hair. "Ouch...I was just joking..."

"Listen, memsaab." he said in a threatening tone. "Don't even joke about something like that. We are in a relationship now. I will not tolerate being deceived or betrayed like that, I don't find even the idea funny. So don't even think about it. I am having trouble even coming to terms with the fact that once your husband is back he'll have sex with you behind my back. But he is your husband, so I have no choice. But if you try something with Banke or anyone else..."

"Relax." Menaka said defensively, sounding a little scared. "Don't worry about it."

"Remember the last time you tried something behind my back with Banke? How I punished you?"

"Yes." she said in a quivering voice.

"Don't make me hurt you again." he said, now in a gentle tone letting her hair go. "I don't like to hurt you. Your perfect body is meant to be enjoyed not beaten."

"Again, I was just joking. I am sorry." Menaka said sounding like a repentant child.

"Good." he gently caressed her cheeks. "Okay, now I have to go. I will try to come back in between if I can get Banke to cover for me for a while. But he has been up all night so might spend the day sleeping. But I'll try. When will your son return?"

"Afternoon. School bus as usual."

"Okay, I hope Banke wakes up well before that."

He walked out.

Menaka just sat on the chair facing away from the webcam. I could see from the movement of her shoulders that she was breathing heavily.

"Shit, what have I gotten myself into?" she said to herself in a worried voice.

Then she turned around and started typing again. I seriously hoped it was an email to me about the situation.

-

I watched Menaka typing for a minute or so. Her face wore a blank look as she stared at the keyboard and typed. Even in that situation, I could not help admire how her big tits gently shook with the movements of her hands.

Menaka's last email describing major developments had been really long and I expected this one to be the same. Unnecessary in a way because I had seen everything. But she didn't know that. I was looking forward to how she described the events in her own words. How much she hid from me.

So I was surprised when Menaka got up soon, moved to the bed, and laid down with her cellphone in her hand. I thought she was taking a short break. But then my email alert pinged. I checked my inbox. It was from her.

"Dearest Prakash

Please call me when you get the time. I know you'll want to know about what happened at night. I know I promised to write you an email like last time. But I don't feel like writing a long email right now.

love you Menaka"

I read the email and then switched back to the webcam feed. Menaka was still on the bed with the phone in her hand.

I picked up my phone to call her. But then stopped. I had to think about a few things before I spoke with her.

The last several hours had been quite an emotional roller coaster ride for me. It had been erotic to see my wife in real time getting fucked by our watchman but it was also a little difficult. Plus there was the fact that she had clearly lied to me. Or at least hidden facts from me. Why did she have to do that? I had given my blessings to the whole operation. And Menaka wasn't a deceptive person by nature.

And the whole thing with two timing Banke and Dara. It had made me livid to see and hear Dara threaten my beloved wife towards the end. He didn't own her. I had partly understood his previous arguments to Menaka about how he was feeling treated like a lowly servant but this possessiveness accompanied by threats was a bit too much. Why had Menaka let herself get into this mess when she could have just kept things simple?

And as I thought about that, I realized that the answer to my first question probably lay in the second one. Menaka had hidden things from me precisely because of the mess she had gotten herself into. She knew she had my utmost approval to have sex but given how annoyed I was feeling about the two-timing mess, she thought...and rightly...that I would be annoyed by it. If she told me, I would probably get upset at her stupidity.

And I was upset. But at the same time, I couldn't totally fault her. She had led a sheltered conservative life and devoted almost a decade to building my family life. She was inexperienced in the games of love and sex. She was only now starting to experiment with her sexuality. So if she made a couple of blunders in this relatively early stage, so what? I myself had made some really bad decisions early in my sex life.

Then there was the question of what my approach to the phone call should be. Should I just tell her that I know everything? But how would I explain that? By admitting that I had tricked her into letting me spy on her all night? Even between husband and wife, that was an uncomfortably creepy thing to admit to. What if she got really upset? No, there was no way I could tell her what I had done. At least not over the phone right away. In person when I returned to Bombay, perhaps.

So how do I approach the phone call? Play along? What if she lied some more?

I went through a lot of such internal debates for about ten minutes, staring at the image of my wife lying on the very bed on which she had been thoroughly fucked by our watchman a few hours ago. Finally I felt ready to make the call.

I unplugged the speakers and the headphones so the sound from the computer wouldn't create a feedback. But I kept the webcam feed on and kept watching her. I dialed her number. There was a 2 second delay in the webcam feed.

"Hi slut!" I said in a rehearsed joking voice. "Got nicely fucked by the watchman?"

"Prakash!!" she said in a whiny voice and a terse expression on her face. "Don't call me a slut. It makes me feel bad about myself."

"Okay, sorry. But you didn't answer my question."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Dara and I...we did it." I could see her blush and cover her face on the screen.

"Congratulations!" I said, half sincerely. "How was he?"

"Not bad." she said laconically.

I had already heard her say to Banke that she didn't like comparative questions so I steered clear of those though they sprang up in my mind. After all, I had seen the sex on the screen. It was obvious that she had enjoyed it a lot more than any time with me.

"So...details?" I left the question open-ended.

She thought for a few seconds before answering, as if deciding how much it was okay to share.

"He came over late at night. We had dinner. Then we went to the bedroom. We did our usual thing of making out, oral, etc. Then when he started doing his thing of...you know...rubbing his penis against me down there...I think he sensed I was ready..."

"What made him sense it?" I asked, wondering if she'd mention the red sari or the shaved pussy or the conversation about Vimla.

"Just my body language I guess. He asked me if he could put it in. I nodded. And...well...it happened."

She was silent.

"Okay..." I said, hoping for more details.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, I told you to go ahead, remember?"