Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

My dick was rising at the condescending tone Rehana was using towards me, and at the noises of her orgasm.

"Now, listen to this, honey. This is important. NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, YOU WILL REMAIN INSIDE THE CLOSET until I specifically, remember, SPECIFICALLY, ask you to come out. Do you understand?"

"Yes, dear." My cock was now erect, wondering at the "no matter what happens" part. What did Rehana have in mind?

Soon, I took half the day off work and left, timing it so that I came home just around noon. Rehana and my son was nowhere to be seen. The house was freshly cleaned (Rehana could be a finicky cleaner when in the mood), and our bedroom was also properly made up. I took my iPhone with me, grabbed a stool and entered the huge walk-in closet of our bedroom. Placing the stool so I could sit and watch all the action on the bed through a crack on the closet door, I sat down and turned on my iPad.

In addition to viewing the bed through that crack, I could also see it on my iPad. I had installed secret cameras in the bedroom and in the living room, and they were all wirelessly connected to my iPad. Those cameras helped me tape Rehana and Sheik , then Amit then even with my son Salman's affair, . I switched on the iPad now, plugged in my headphones so I could listen, and switched to our living room camera.

I could hear a voice. Yes, Rehana had just entered our home, and someone seemed to be with her. I could hear a man's voice! Rehana soon came into the living room, and thus on my screen. I could see she was wearing a simple blue sari, wrapped nonchalantly around her body, with her waist and navel exposed. Her blouse was a small, low cut one, giving anyone a good view of her ample cleavage. Her hair was rolled up in a bun at the top of her head. Rehana's guest followed her into the living room. My jaws dropped in shock.

It was our Gardner Ramu! Our Gardner! Ramu was a low-class labourer who went wored in our lawn and took care of our garden and other household work. What was he doing here? I thought.

Ramu was very dark. He could almost be called black, so dark was his complexion. He was slightly tall, and I could see that he was built -- lugging around heavy work was a physically demanding work. Ramu was wearing an old shirt that fit him tightly, and I could see his ripping muscles. His bright white shirt contrasted brilliantly with his ebony skin, and he wore a lungi as a full length kilt that reached to your ankles -- it was a dress worn by the lower class outside as it was cheap).

Ramu followed Rehana into the living room, and I could see him sauntering in as if it was his house. And then Rehana turned, and they embraced! A pang of hot hit me as I saw his hands roaming all over her ass and squeezing her buttocks, while she hugged and kissed him, with her tongue deep inside his mouth. My surprise turned to arousal as Ramu reached up and squeezed Rehana's tits. He unbuttoned her blouse and made Rehana raise her arms. The blouse was soon on the floor, with Rehana's bosom hidden only by a small bra. My wife only threw back her head and purred as he continued to maul her chest. He then worked all over her, turning her around and kissing her buttocks, before playfully spanking them as Rehana laughed. Watching the amorous couple make out, I realized they were very comfortable with each other. Ramu didn't call Rehana the usual respectable memsaab' but was referring to her by name as he aggressively groped her. Rehana also seemed very familiar with Ramu's touch. As my dick surged, I realized they must have been having this affair for some time now. I wondered how many times they had done it on our bed.

Finally, Rehana and Ramu took a breather.

"I will get you some tea, Ramu." My wife offered.

"No, Rehana." Ramu told her. "I want you." He grabbed at her boobs. Rehana playfully slapped his hands away.

"Later, Ramu. Let me go get some tea for you."

Rehana left for the kitchen, and Ramu sat down on my sofa, picked up the remote, and switched on the TV. Here was my gardner, a guy whose social standing was way below mine, and he was sitting in my house, watching my television, while having just enjoyed the charms of my wife. Rehana soon returned with the tea.

"Milk?" She asked, bending over to pour some sweetener into the tea.