Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

This one is a (relatively) non-bang bang sex update because, well, too much sex is boring to write and read. I also want to keep a little dramatic tension going. And so...to the next episode:




The waiting room in the ICU is quiet, save for the beeps and musical alarms from the various life-saving machines that are hushed by the thick layer of glass that separates the ICU from the waiting area. A nurse hovers over a bank of monitors, looking at the readings and answering the phone that never stops ringing. 

She is a mature woman, dressed in a crisp saree uniform, and he can see her large breasts. Come on man, he says to himself, she is just someone doing her job. Keeping your dad alive as a matter of fact.

Everything is at a remove from him, as though Ashok is wearing sound canceling headphones, or watching a movie on mute. He sits on the chair, thinking, his legs crossed one on top of the other, the top leg jiggling.


He is a little concerned that Swati isn’t answering her phone, but not really worried. There could be many completely normal explanations for her not answering, but still. His father is in the hospital, possibly dying, and she can’t be bothered to answer her phone? But then, he reasons, the last few days have been eventful, and she might be tired and sleeping. 

For a few minutes he closes his eyes, but images from the party in Delhi flash into his mind, images and movie reels of the orgy in the kitchen, the sex in the living room, the debauchery in the master bedroom where he and Baldev had both fucked his sister-in-law. He in her mouth and Baldev in her ass. Then Abhi had entered the room, apparently just after he’d fucked Swati in a DP with Pravin. 

Then all three had gone at the sister in law. She was pliant, soft, accommodating. It seemed to be common knowledge that Baldev was fucking his sister-in-law and that her husband was gay. Baldev was a talented cocksman all right, he muses. 

The ecstasy and the Viagra, boy, what a potent combo that was. He had fucked each and every of the women except his wife, and that made seven hot bitches. Not one was fat, although a couple of them were on the chubby side. All loved sex and most were willing enough to be double and some even wanted triple penetration. 

Abhi had chosen well, and he’d thrown one hell of a party. Ashok is aware of course that on his own he’d have never been invited. It was all because of Swati.

But those women! Aparna and Sudha and Menaka, especially Menaka, who loved anal. He remembers how during the kitchen orgy on Christmas morning he had reamed out her ass while Baldev was doing the same thing to his wife. Sudha was sucking his balls from behind. Damn, he had some big Punjabi balls, like a bull he was, that man. 

Not that Ashok was envious or anything. He was quite well-endowed in the cock and ball department, thank you very much. Use what you have and all that. 

But those tits and asses, and the warm, enveloping cunts! God, that was some good time they’d had. 

He has not even an iota of jealousy about how the men had used his own wife. He had used the others, so it was no harm, no foul. 

Besides, he had wanted to try swinging for quite a while. He might want to try it again, it being so much fun and all. Swati would probably be game as well, even though they haven’t talked about it. There has been no time. 

He can feel himself getting hard at the memories. Specifically, the big titted bitch he had fucked without mercy, now what was her name? He shakes his head, opens his eyes, and looks around for something to distract him. A magazine, anything.

His eyes fall on the phone on the seat next to him. 

Arvind’s phone? Huh? He didn’t take it with him, apparently. But who does that these days? No one leaves their phone and walks away. There was a time when people did that, but not anymore. Well, maybe old people, but Arvind was not old.

He picks up the phone and peers around to see if someone is watching. He rises from the chair and peers around the corner, where the elevators and stairwell are located. Arvind will most likely use the elevator if he is getting coffee from the cafeteria on the first floor, and he can hear the doors open with the mechanical voice announcing, “sixth floor, doors are open.”

He re-enters the waiting area and sits down. He touches the screen and sees the Lock Screen image of Arvind with his golden retriever, Moti. He traces the pattern that he uses on his own phone, and the Lock Screen disappears. There is a photo on the screen now.

A naked woman. She looks familiar.

He frowns, zooms in, and his heart stops.

He is sure it is Swati. There are two images, one of her fully clothed, and one of her completely naked. He can't be caught looking at Arvind's phone. He peers around the corner again, then forwards the images to himself and deleted the transaction from the phone log. He is sure Arvind wouldn’t know how to check. 

He puts the phone back where he found it, and sits back, heart thudding now. He wonders how the image was obtained in the first place. 

He supposes the image most likely came from the party at Abhi’s house, but weren’t cameras forbidden? 

Ashok himself didn’t take any pictures, but he believes that Abhi had video cameras set up all over the house so her could film everything. Which sort of explained the no camera rule. But it was really terrible form for someone to not only sneak a picture of his wife, but also to disseminate it.

The bigger problem was how it was on Arvind’s phone. 

How the fuck had that happened? Was he friends with someone at the party? That was certainly possible. Ashok no longer knew Arvind’s friends, and suspected he might have some unsavory ones, but really, he had no idea.

He thought some more, head resting on the wall behind him. 

Another thought pops into his head: is this deliberate? 

Is the phone planted? 

The fact that Arvind has left his phone unattended, knowing that Ashok knows the unlock pattern, seems to be a set-up the more he thinks about it. 

But why would he do that? 

Is there something going on between the two of them ? 

Is that the reason why Swati was so open to sexual experimentation? She hasn't been before. 

Does Arvind fancy his wife or something? He has always been polite, if surly with her, well after the first few months of their marriage anyway. 

If so, why let him know? 

Why not keep it secret?

Should he confront his brother?

The questions swirl in his head, making him giddy. 

He needs to examine the pictures again to see if there are any hints about where they were taken. 

It does look like both pictures have been taken in the same place, but is it Abhi’s house? 

If not, that will open up a brand new can of worms.

Something he can't even fathom right now.