Adultery WHO WATCHES THE WATCHMEN CH. 06 (ShadowRising321 version)

[redarc]

this version is better and more sexy with aurelious

[veenaimo]

woww.. i thought the story stopped, nice updates...

[veenaimo]

Now the interesting part is how she is going to interact with her husband

[prith1002]

Nice update but also focus more on ayan role too.

[Midhun0203]

One of the most erotic story ever . Kindly update next part .

[Givemeextra]

we can have mix of drama and sex.

Just sex alone or Drama alone - makes it boring after some time.

Thanks.

[Bimal]

Well its a nice update but I know there are much more to come. Thanks very much bro to keep entertaining us.

[ShadowRising321]

we can have mix of drama and sex.

Just sex alone or Drama alone - makes it boring after some time.

Thanks.

Suggestions are welcome

[Givemeextra]

Suggestions are welcome

Pls check inbox.

[Uday]

Yes one of the most erotic stories and also mix of emotions and drama. In the original plot aurolious didn't go deep in exploring/explaining the reasons and ultimately Menaka left to act as Dara's wife. One of the reader explained his points why he thinks Menaka as the real cheater as Prakash do everything in open and also encourage Menaka to do the same. In a relation mainly sex is not the only thing, you need emotional support also especially in case of women. That is why they end up constantly sharing all the details with spouse, friends. All they want is someone to listen. Unfortunately, here in this story Menaka found it in Dara which Prakash could not provide. Now Menaka wants to take full control (posses) of Dara. The culprit here to blame is Prakash only who encouraged Menaka to indulge in adultry and it's like "apnaa pair pe kud kulaari maarnaa". Now he has to face the consequenses and if who ever is punishable it is Prakash only. So, let him suffer more by watching his wife's behind back sex scenes and keep lying to him to make his life miserable. Let's see what is in store for us.

[Lollobionda]

I extend my condolences to the families, relatives and loved ones of those who 
lost their lives in a tragic train accident. I ask God to give them patience and fortitude 

My condolences to the people of India ...

Lollobionda
Berlin - Germany

[Uday]

Hi Shadowrising! 

I believe you might be busy writing at least another 3 or 4 marathon episodes and intend to post all at once. Why don't you post the finished ones first without waiting to complete the other so that we readers will be engrossed in the lives of Menaka, Dara and Prakash while you are completing the other. Just a thought and suggestion .

[Uday]

Hi Shadowrising! 

I believe you might be busy writing at least another 3 or 4 marathon episodes and intend to post all at once. Why don't you post the finished ones first without waiting to complete the other so that we readers will be engrossed in the lives of Menaka, Dara and Prakash while you are completing the other. Just a thought  and suggestion .

That's the reason I brought your story again to the first page or else you will forget to update.

[answer]

Wow , awesome story, please update

[Paty@123]

Update ivvandi plz

[ShadowRising321]

As this story  is the continuation of the original, let us see the story background.  For both Prakash and Menaka this is their second marriage. Prakash was living an open marriage kind of life style which resulted his failure of first marriage. So he already discussed and agreed regarding his open marriage lifestyle to menka and with that knowledge only they got married. But menaka was not ready to have sexual relationship outside marriage.  Prakash is a sailor and spend lot of time in sea and away from home. So in shores he had hookups with other women and Prakash was open with this to menak. So menaka's accusation of cheating of Prakash is not a valid one. But it is clear that menaka was not OK with this and never open up regarding this to Prakash ( she should have talked about this if she is not ok with the continuation of her husband hookups).It is also clear that Prakash is the person who encouraged his wife to have sexual pleasure outside the marriage and slowly menka agree for that. He advice to find a person like Dinesh who having equal social status So that there will be less trouble and more safety to menaka. We can see that Prakash is an open minded husband who love his family and also ok for his wife to experince sexual pleasure outside marriage as he is away from home most of the time. Also we can see that he worried about his wife safety and privacy as well. However menka got attracted to Dara their watchman and started the relationship with him. Soon it was evident to  Prakash and  also to the readers that menaks relationship with Dara is not only sexual but morethan that. Menkas closeness  with Dara worried Prakash as he is not ok with any emotional attachment between his wife and her sexual partners. She lied to her husband that Dara and she got a fight and stopped their affair. But in realty she continued it with an assumption that Prakash is not aware of this. She blatantly lied to her husband many times regarding Dara but Prakash was watching all their affair through spy camera. Who is the real cheater? Off course it is menaka. But in the latest update it is revaled that finally menaka open up about all these things  in a detailed email and called her husband to come back as early,  as she missed him a lot. See here Prakash forgive all her cheating and lie and comeback to their home with in short time. Clearly indicate his priority.  Now , when Prakash is with Menaka, he never have other hook ups or none of his mistress  called or msg him during his stay with menaka. Also he never called or msg any of his sexual partner's when he is with menaka. He have only physical relationship with others and no emotional relationship and he never drag them between menaka and Ayan. But in other side , menka is not open with prakash about dara and he lied to him that praksh is the best lover which praksh can not digest as he witnessed what is happened between dara and menaka. Also she is getting msgs from Dara even in late night while she is spending time with Prakash and she is cool about this ( here also she apparently lied to prakash that ony one msg from dara and all others are spam . Spams in midnight? )Offcourse these are big red flag for prakash and  there is no wonder that Prakash got angry. Also it is clear that menka was more in phone, constantly checking on dara and Vimal through windows etc. How can a husband bear such an attitude from his wife? Clearly menaka was out of her character. She forget that paraksh came midway during his work to spend a quality time with family due to the request from menaka itself . But in other hand praksh is completely stay away from his mistresses when he is with menaka. Praksh argument is valid that when he is with menaka, he don't like any third party  intervention even in the form of msg. It is clear that menakas concentration was not in praksh but in dara and Vimala. So later after fight she agreed to stop the affair and spend quality time with Prakash. But once praksh left she started to cheat him in his back. In open marriage,  proper  communication  is needed and there should not be any hide and seek.also there should not be any emotional relationship with others. Clearly menakas relationship with Dara crossed the limits. Soon she will suffer her blunder decision.

Thanks a lot for the detailed summary, I urge every reader to read this to get a better understanding of the emotional roller coaster Menaka and Prakash are experiencing right now. Appreciate your efforts to explain it so beautifully, helps the writer a lot.

[ShadowRising321]

WHO WATCHES THE WATCHMEN CH. 11
(Dara explains his side of the story and spins a web of jealousy for Menaka and Prakash)

The weekend started with a video call with my wife Menaka and son Ayan, with Ayan sharing details of his daily routine. Menaka and me were having a lot of fights lately so we were kind of cold to each other. I could clearly feel there was a big change in my prim and proper wife who I left behind with my kid, our watchman had somehow managed to connect with her on an emotional level, much to my surprise and frustration. The video call ended with Menaka telling me she will send me an email which is very very important, I immediately noticed a shy smile on her face as she said it.

Once the call was disconnected, I started sweating with anticipation of what my wife had in store for me. Unknown to her, I had managed to watch all the action going due to the spy cam installed, but Menaka had been surprising me a lot lately. I couldn't concentrate on work as my mind was transfixed on what was in store for me and my wife. Late in the evening, I got a pop up on my mobile and I immediately rushed to my PC. It was the email I was waiting for.


Dearest Prakash,

I would like to start this email by thanking you for being the most amazing husband anyone could ask for, Me and Ayan miss you a lot and feel your void daily in our lives. Wish you could come home soon. I'm sending you this email to inform you what Dara told me the last time we met. I feel sharing this information is you is very important as you are the center of my universe. Here's what Dara said to me in his own words-

Memsaab, I started working in your housing society from the past 5 months. As I told you earlier, my wife had died 5 years back and I was always lonely and was seeking female companionship. Vimla and me got close to each other in an instant, almost like we were made for each other. I know she is a lot younger than me, but her drunk husband ignores her so that's the void I filled in her life. Our life was perfect as we met daily on the terrace, behind the water tank to have sex twice a day. Our perfect life was ruined the day you walked to the terrace and caught us having sex behind the water tank.

Both Vimla and me were terrified the moment you caught us, we thought we might lose our jobs and that's why I came up to you the next day when you were sitting alone, keeping a watch on your son as he was playing with his friends. Memsaab, thank you for forgiving me as I explained to you my side of the story and listening to me carefully. You were wearing a green Salwar Kameez that day and my god you were looking so hot memsaab. As you got up to leave, my eyes were fixated on your big sexy ass as you walked past me towards your son.

God presented with the opportunity to help you the very next day, when you hurt your leg and fell down because of a open manhole cover. I immediately rushed to help you, Memsaab I can never forget the view deep down your cleavage as I hooked my arms behind you and helped you to stand up. Your milky white skin and intoxicating scent is still fresh in my mind, my eyes were transfixed on your big boobs as they jiggled when I helped you walk to the lift. In the lift you moved my hand lower to your waist once you realized I was copping a feel of your breast, trust me Memsaab I was already having a hard on just by touching your soft silky waist and brushing your boobs. God has blessed you with an incredible body, one which will put lots of film actresses to shame.

Once we reached your apartment, you remember the foot massage memsaab? Yeah because I remember them like it happened yesterday. I started applying the nepali balm around your fair milky leg memsaab and what a sight it was for a 55 year old Nepali old Gurkha like me. My mind started comparing your leg to Vimla's skinny hairy ugly leg and I immediately felt your husband is the luckiest man on this planet. Oh speaking of your husband, after the massage I asked about your husband to the other watchman who was working here before me, he told me your husband rarely comes home and is away for almost 6 to 8 months every year. That's when I decided to make the move on you memsaab.

I still remember you were wearing a blue saree as I was giving you a massage and you had dozed off because of the high dose painkillers you were taking. I just kept looking at your incredible body and your big heaving boobs as you were breathing. I had to take a leap of faith and make a move on you, and sure enough I did it by kissing your cheeks and seeing no resistance from your side, kissing you deeply.

As you know Memsaab, you started enjoying with me daily and were skeptical about not letting me touch your boobs. But you did fold to my demands and what an incredibly arousing feeling it was when I mauled your big milky boobs for the first time. I loved how big and soft they were but I knew I had to take it slow with you as you are a high class memsaab and not a maid like Vimla. One thing led to another and withing a few days I had you topless in your living room and bit and sucked your big boobs to my heart's consent. Your pink nipples taste like rose petals memsaab, ever had rose petals? You must try.

How can I forget the day I got to see your divine ass? We rushed to your flat after you dropped your son to the college bus, I remember you were wearing a salwar kameez that day and looked extremely hot. Withing minutes I stripped you topless and was playing with your tits memsaab, I love you tits memsaab you know that right? That's when I slowly opened the knot of your kameez which you forgot to tie back, after blasting my semen all over your big boobs you got up and started walking to the bathroom to clean the mess and that's when your pants dropped to your ankles and I saw your big, sexy, creamy, milky ass right in front of my face. I quickly pulled down your red panties to get a better look and what a sight it was. I will never forget this day till the day I die.

Memsaab, it was this day when I was sure it was a matter of time before we had sex. But you made me wait for a long time, which irritated me a lot and that's the reason we used to have fights. Things progressed organically and we started having oral sex on each other, trust me memsaab your warm mouth feels so good wrapped around my big dick, they way your pink lips are a tight fit around my dick and the way you look at me while giving me a blowjob is the best feeling in the world. You are blessed with the most innocent eyes memsaab, I have to admit.

Coming to our ritual "Choot-Dikhayi". Memsaab I could understand your reluctance for the ritual but thank you for understanding that it's a big part of our culture. When a women shows her choot to her husband, we have to shove a 100rs note in her pussy as a part of "Choot-Dikhayi". That's when we had our biggest fight and you started teasing me with Banke. Banke is a young guy who knows nothing memsaab, I knew you would come back to me and allow me to complete this ritual which you did. Do you remember the sexy time we spent in our watchman shack memsaab? When I shoved a 100rs note in your pussy? You have the most beautiful pussy memsaab, pink like a kashmiri apple.

Now coming to our big day, I knew you were jealous of Vimla and my relationship. That's the reason you sent your son to your relatives place so that we can have sex that night. Trust me Memsaab, it was the most memorable night for me. I'm a 55 year old Gurkha who has lived all his life in poverty and here I was being invited to spend the night with a high class gorgeous memsaab like you. I couldn't wait to shove my thick dick inside your pink cunt, and that's what I did. You remember that night memsaab? I'm sure you do. How can you forget the incredible night we had. They way your pussy was wrapped around my big dick was a sight to behold, I loved the soft velvet feeling of your incredible pussy milking my big cock again and again. Your orgasmic screams are still fresh in my ears and I wanted to feed you my dick again and again, throughout the night.

It was smooth sailings after that as we started having sex whenever we got the chance, that was until your stupid husband came home for 15 days to interrupt. I personally feel he is an idiot to leave behind his super sexy wife home alone. If I was in his place, I would never leave you alone for a minute memsaab. Coming to a conclusion, I would like to continue this relationship with you memsaab, but please remember Vimla is the love of my life and we are planning to get married soon. As much as I love sleeping with you, I know you belong to a completely different league to me, something I could never imagine. You also have a son and a husband who also love you.

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Dara's narration ended and sitting back in my room, I was feeling heavy headed after reading the email from my wife. Dara had basically given a deep dive into his part of the story and I had to admit, I was impressed by the old Gurkha's wisdom and understanding of human emotions. My eyes caught another pop up on the screen and it was a email from Menaka.


Dear Prakash,

Have you read the email? Do you see how much he cares about me? He remembers every little detail of whatever happened between us? That's so sweet of him. I really admire these qualities in him.

Do you remember what I was wearing when we went to Lonavala recently?


Love,
Menaka XOXO

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The last part of her email sent a piercing pain in my chest, I felt like I was watching my wife slip away from me gradually into the ugly old watchman's arms. Here I was sitting halfway across the ocean, watching all the drama unfold in front of my eyes. Unable to do anything about the situation, my sexy young wife was comparing me to a old Nepali watchman who was two decades older to both of us. What the fuck is going on I thought as I slammed my laptop shut in anger after reading Menaka's email for the second time.

[ShadowRising321]

I made up my mind to ignore whatever was happening in Mumbai for some time, disconnected the cameras for a much needed break. But my mind was fully occupied with thoughts of my wife and the email she sent me. I knew I had to take it wisely now, as any wrong decision could push my wife deeper into the watchman's web. I reconnected after two days of break, finally gathering the courage to speak to my wife again.

I sat staring at my phone waiting for it to ring. It was almost time. Almost 4 PM in Bombay. I was dying to hear her voice again.

Finally the phone rang.

"Hey, finally!" I replied.

"Hello Prakash. How are you?" she sounded a little tired. I wondered if she had just been fucked by her lover again. But it was unlikely given that our son was probably there with her.

"I am doing fine. Just a little tired with all the crazy work." I replied. "How have you been?"

"I'm okay." she laconically said and was silent.

"Well...any developments on the Dara front?"

"Nothing much. We had sex again two days ago in the afternoon before Ayan came home."

"Where?"

"In the living room on the sofa."

I realized they had sex when I had disconnected the cameras, so basically missing out on the fun.

"On the sofa huh?" I asked. "In what position?"

"From behind."

"You mean in the ass?"

"WHAT??? NOOO!! Are you crazy? Just regular."

"Does he play with your asshole?"

"Prakash!!" she sounded bashful. "I can't share such details right now."

"Come on. The guy has managed to seduce you pretty easily considering you are a high class memsaab and he is a lowly watchman. Your ass is very inviting. Surely he wants to try that too."

"He did mention it indirectly once but I shot him down. It is NOT something I will do, not even with you."

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

Menaka went silent. She had clearly detected my tone too.

"Prakash, you are the man I love. You are the center of my world." she said earnestly. "If you are feeling resentful in any way..."

"No no, sorry, I didn't mean it that way." I backtracked. "Anyway, how many times has he fucked you?"

"Ayan came back. It was a Friday. Today it's Sunday. I've been busy with Ayan ever since. No chance of anything with Dara."

"Not even late at night when Ayan is deep asleep in his room? You've played around at night before with him."

"Yes, but that was impulsive stupidity. I don't want to risk waking him up."

"With your orgasmic screams?"

A few seconds silence.

"I don't scream during orgasms. You know that." she lied. I felt like prodding her a little, but I let it drop.

"True. So has Dara cooperated? With him not getting his hands on you for 48 hours, maybe he is spending time with Vimla." I touched a pain point.

"Maybe."

Menaka testily said, barely concealing the jealousy in her voice. Then she probably realized what she was conveying and changed the subject.

"Anyway, how have you been? Still busy with that major engine malfunction?"

"Yeah, it's been 18 hour shifts since that damn thing conked off. We'll probably get it fixed later today and then leave port."

"Menaka, how many times has Dara fucked you in total?" I had to test my wife a little.

"Ummm....only twice Prakash. Once when I told you after I sent Ayan to his friend's place and the second time was just two days back, on the couch" Menaka lied to me with a straight face.

"When will you be able to Skype again?"

"Maybe from Singapore in 5 days." I lied. "Anyway, what's your plan for the day?"

"I have to take Ayan to a classmate's birthday party in a while. In fact he's watching TV in the living room ready to get going. You wanna talk to him? It's been days."

"Sure, put him on!"

"HI papaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" my son's voice blared through the phone after a few seconds as Menaka walked out of the bedroom and put him on.

"Hello champ!"

And I started catching up with my son.

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For the rest of the day, whatever I saw was mundane day-to-day stuff. I did get to see Menaka in her undies when she changed her clothes, but considering what else I had seen before, it seemed tame. Later in the night I saw Dara and Vimla walk to the terrace, but surprising there was no action. Both of them were speaking in hushed tones as if discussing a plan. I was curious to find out what was cooking here and soon I found out.

Exactly at 9:45 PM in Bombay, I heard our doorbell ring and in walked the maid Vimla. Ayan closed the door behind her and I saw my wife Menaka was in the kitchen.

"Ayan beta, who is it?" Menaka called out from the kitchen

"Vimla didi" Ayan told her

I immediately caught Menaka making a disgusting face after hearing her name, Menaka stormed out of the kitchen, her big boobs bouncing in the process in her tight fit salwar kameez. Both the ladies came face to face.

"What are you doing here" Menaka thundered at her

"Memsaab, I wanted to talk to you" Vimla said with pleading eyes

Menaka told Ayan to go to his room and finish his homework. My obedient son left the room and went to his bedroom.

"What?" Menaka made a crooked face

"Memsaab, I'm sorry about what I said to you the other day. I apologize for my behavior"

"Actually...Dara asked me to...."

"What? Why?" Menaka was surprised after hearing that

"Dara asked me to apologize to you and being his lover, I listen to everything he says. He told me you are a true Memsaab who has been so kind to both of us." Vimla's eyes started welling up

"Ok Ok don't cry" Menaka tried to calm her down

"There is one more personal request from me, please stay away from my Dara. Please leave us alone Memsaab, we are planning to get married. I love him and he loves me. You interfered in our happy relationship. Dara has started ignoring me, he feels like a completely different person" Vimla started crying

I noticed a smirk on Menaka's face when she said Dara is a completely different person. I sensed Vimla was equally insecure about Menaka, the same way Menaka was of her.

"Ok I won't interfere. Enjoy with your Dara" Menaka stood there with her hands crossed

I saw a big smile form on Vimla's face as she breathed sigh of relief, she bent down and touched Menaka's feet with both hands.

"Thank you Memsaab, Thank you Memsaab" Vimla was estatic

"Ok Ok. Sit down. Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" Menaka asked her like a true Memsaab

"Yes Memsaab" Vimla sat down on the floor

Menaka started walking to the kitchen, my eyes fixated on the curvature of her ass which was displaying from her leggins she was wearing. Anybody could guess she was blessed with the most divine ass.

Menaka came out with a fruit plate and gave it to Vimla, who gladly accepted. Both the ladies got chatting and for the first time I saw there was no animosity between them. Both seemed to make peace with each other.

Vimla kept telling her how she was married at a young age and how her drunk husband never pays attention to her needs. That's when she met Dara and fell in love with him. I noticed Menaka's face turn serious when she said it.

They didn't realize when it was almost 11PM in Bombay, when my wife suddenly got up to check on Ayan who by now was sleeping in his room. My room adjusted his blanket and closed the door behind him.

"I think you should leave" Menaka told Vimla, who was still sitting on the floor watching TV

"Yes Memsaab. Can I use the washroom?"

"Yes that way." Menaka gestured to her

As soon as Vimla entered our bedroom, she slowly fished out her phone and dialed a number entering the bathroom. I figured she had called Dara and my heart was beating faster in anticipation of what was to come.

Sure enough, 5mins later I heard the doorbell ring which startled my wife Menaka was was sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for Vimla to come out of the bathroom. I saw Menaka took a quick glance at the clock and saw it was 11PM at night. I'm sure she figured who it was so late in the night.

"Is Vimla here?" I heard Dara's voice

"Yes" Menaka replied

"Please call he Memsaab, it's urgent" Dara pleaded with her

"Ok. You stay here" Menaka said and started walking towards our master bedroom

On the screen, I saw Dara close the main door silently behind him. There was a creepy smile on his face, I saw his gutka stenched teeth as he smiled and almost cringed in response. I thought how could Menaka find him kissable.

Menaka took a quick glance at the bathroom and figured Vimla was still inside, as she walked into the living room she was greeted with our old Nepali watchman standing there, grinning at her like a hungry wolf eyeing his prey.

"What? No funny business. Ayan is sleeping" Menaka glared at him.

"Do you want something to eat?" Menaka asked him

"Ok Memsaab" Dara said that looking at my wife with eyes filled with lust, it been a while since he touched her

Menaka came out of the kitchen and handed the fruit plate to Dara, who quickly took a glance at her cleavage as she gave him the fruit plate. Both of the looked at the bathroom door open and out walked Vimla, completely naked. She had taken a bath in our master bedroom's bathroom.

"What are you doing here" Vimla screamed at Dara

"I came looking for you. It's 11PM you know what time it is" Dara and Vimla both giggled at his joke

On the screen, I saw Menaka had an incredible jealous look on her face as she knew what he meant.

"Both of you, get out of my house. NOW" Menaka glared daggers at Dara

"In a while Memsaab, let me finish this fruit plate" Dara replied to her with his puppy eyes

"Ohh woww, look at this bed" Vimla jumped on the bed in the master bedroom, her body still wet

"Ewwww....don't do it" Menaka screamed at her and ran to the bedroom, her big boobs bouncing as she ran

Sensing the opportunity, Dara quickly got up and switched off the lights in the living room and kitchen to join them in the bedroom.

Vimla was spread on the bed, completely naked as Dara kept the fruit plate on the side table and joined her on the bed.

"What the hell?" she yelled. "I told you two to get out!"

Vimla looked a little worried but Dara ignored my wife and started licking the maid's hairy pussy.

"DARA!" Menaka shouted, but to no avail.

The ball was now in Menaka's court. Normally in a situation where you have unwelcome guests, you call the watchman to kick them out. When the watchman himself is the unwanted guest, whom do you call? Neighbors? security officer? But my wife was smart enough to know that such a step would mean public humiliation.

She just stood there with her arms folded, seething, watching the depraved scene unfold in the bedroom.

Vimla was on the bed with her legs open and Dara was on his knees in front of her. He got back to licking her clit and Vimla started moaning again.

Menaka just stood there and started watching the action. It was obvious that she had a voyeuristic side. In fact watching these two go at it is what had been the spark that lit her inner fire a few weeks ago.

Vimla for the most part kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the attention she was getting from the old gurkha's tongue. Maybe she was feeling shame at having an audience but was too much under Dara's control to protest. Once in a while, she would open her eyes and look at Menaka. Their eyes would meet and they would look away. But clearly as time went by, both ladies were getting used to the situation.

"Unhunhunhununh!!" Vimla nasally groaned as she had an orgasm. I noticed that the maid, maybe conscious of Menaka's presence, didn't holler or heave too much. It seemed like a very restrained reaction to an orgasm.

Dara then got up and took his pants off. His thick erect dick sprang to attention.

Dara sat on the bed and nudged Vimla. As if used to the routine, the naked maid got on her knees and then straddled the watchman. Her petite ass lowered itself on the watchman's thighs as his dick easily entered her recently moistened cunt.

"Ungghhhhh" Vimla groaned as the thick cock penetrated her.

Menaka, who had been pointedly looking away standing a few feet away from them, turned her head and started watching. The maid slowly started rising and falling on her lover's dick. Dara, who usually played with Menaka's thick ripe ass a lot during sex, seemed to keep his hands to himself. And I could understand why. Vimla had very little flesh on the bones.

But the scene unfolding on my screen streamed live from my house was an erotic one nonetheless. The gurkha's thick virile cock pummeling the maid's feeble body as she bounced on top of him. They were grunting and groaning loudly. I was getting turned on. And in a few minutes, it was obvious that Menaka was too.

Menaka started fidgeting a lot as Dara picked up the tempo of his fucking, Vimla bouncing on his lap rapidly. The look on her face showed no trace at all of anger anymore but curiosity, fascination, and of course, arousal. Turned out that I wasn't the only one to notice this.

"Come on, memsaab, join us!" Dara said to her, almost out of breath.

"No." Menaka said, but with very little conviction.

After a while, Dara pushed Vimla on the bed and made her get on all fours. Vimla's thin bony ass came into view as Dara dove face first in her ass and started licking her pussy from behind. Vimla started moaning as she felt his wet tongue on her pussy. I saw Menaka's eyes widen with excitement as she saw Dara dart his tongue upwards and started licking Vimla's dirty asshole. I almost cringed looking at the sight on the screen, as the old watchman was clearly enjoying eating the maid's asshole. Dara parted her bony ass cheeks with both his hands and started tongue fucking Vimla's asshole.

"Ummmmhh....Ahhhh" Vimla groaned as his wet tongue penetrated her asshole.

After licking and eating her ass for well over 15 minutes, Menaka saw with fear filled eyes as Dara lined his big black cock at the entrance of Vimla's asshole and slammed it in, putting all his weight on her.

"AARRRRGGGHHH......UOOOUUiiiiii" Vimla let out a most unwomanly scream that I've ever heard and I saw Menaka take two steps back out of fear.

Dara grabbed her thin neck from behind and started slamming his big cock in her ass furiously, Vimla grabbed the bedsheets for support as Dara started pounding her ass without a care in the world, I was surprised the thin little maid could take this much punishment.

I could see Menaka say "Oh my god" as Dara pulled out his cock from her ass and slammed it back in one quick motion, causing Vimla to scream again. I was afraid it might wake up the neighbors, or Ayan even worse.

After fucking her ass in doggy for some time, Dara switched position and Vimla sat down on his dick in a reverse cowgirl position. I could clearly see his thick black dick piercing her ass in this position, leaving a considerable gape.

Dara kept pounding her mercilessly in this position for some time before I heard his shudder under her, Dara stopped slamming into her and let out a loud moan as Vimla disengaged from his dick, letting out gushes of cum fall on his stomach from her asshole. The fuckin watchman had dumped his semen in the young maid's asshole, that too in front of my wife on our bed.

"AAHHH" Dara yelled as he pushed Vimla off his body, onto the bed.

Menaka just kept on looking at both of them, too scared to move a limb. Dara had just mercilessly fucked Vimla on her bed.

"Please leave both of you" Menaka pleaded with them

"Yeah in a bit, let me clean up" Dara said and got up from the bed and went to the bathroom

Menaka and Vimla kept looking at each other, one with incredible arousal on her face and one with an incredibly satisfied look on her face.

Some time later, Dara came out of the bathroom still completely naked and wet. He opened my closet and started wearing my golden bath robe. I cringed in disgust looking at the scene in front of me, my favorite bath robe touching his thin, droopy Nepali body.

Dara sat down on the bed and started eating the fruits which my wife had given him earlier, avoiding eye contact with my wife.

"Memsaab, can I have some more fruits? I'm very hungry" Dara pleaded to her

"Ok. You stay here" Menaka got a nice excuse to leave the bedroom as she walked to the kitchen

Dara took a quick glance at Vimla, who was already snoring on the bed and followed my wife to the kitchen.

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Dara slowly walked to the kitchen where my wife was cutting some fruits for him.

"What are you doing?" the old gurkha asked slowly stepping behind her.

"Woww. You scared me. I told you to stay there" Menaka was clearly startled by his presence.

Dara stepped right behind her and put his hands on her waist. He rubbed her ass over her leggins and then slipped one hand to the front of her salwar kameez.

"Why so coy Memsaab. You like what you saw." Dara chuckled and leaned forward to kiss Menaka on the neck. His hands moved all over her front as he nibbled on her neck.

"What are you doing? Don't you want me to focus on cutting the fruits?" Menaka asked in a hurry.

"Let me help you."

Dara took his hands out from the embrace and put them around Menaka and on the knife with her hands. His body was now clinging to hers and he kept biting and nibbling at her neck. In that intimate embrace both of their hands played with each other for a while.

I was feeling weird watching this. What I had seen the from Dara was pure animalistic sex. This whole thing seemed almost...romantic. My old watchman clinging to my sexy wife, grinding against her as played with her. And her body language also conveyed a loving slow arousal. Dara squashed some pomegranate seeds in his hands and sprayed the juice on her neck as he then started licking it off. Watching the two incorporate food into their sex was a little weird to see.

"Memsaab."

"Hmmmm?"

"You like pomegranate juice?."

"Hmmm." she responded with eyes closed, enjoying their cuddling.

"Have some"

"Hmm." Menaka opened her eyes in curiosity

He bought his fingers towards Menaka's mouth. She opened and started sucking on them hungrily as if sucking his dick.

That depraved scene of my wife, her eyes closed and with an horny expression, sucking pomegranate juice off Dara's fingers continued for almost a minute. He kept moaning in pleasure throughout. Menaka was moaning and writhing in the arms of our watchman in our own kitchen.

Dara slowly but surely stripped my wife off her clothes, her salwar kameez bundled at the floor in our kitchen as Menaka turned off the lights of the kitchen and I saw Dara carry her in his arms towards our bedroom. I realized I was sporting a very strong erection after watching him seduce my wife so easily again, this man is insatiable I thought.

Dara carried my wife in the bedroom as Menaka slammed the door shut, It almost felt like the door slammed shut on me.

Dara dropped my wife on the bed, Vimla was still snoring in a corner on the bed and there was enough room for them to play. Dara wrapped his hands around my wife as he started kissing her hard, Menaka reciprocated in the same manner by kissing our watchman with aplomb. I could see his gutka smeared red lips clashing with my wife's red rosy lips and almost looked away in disgust.

I even saw their tongues playing with each other, exchanging saliva and Dara lapping up on her saliva. Dara was pushing his tongue deep in Menaka's throat which my wife was welcoming by opening her mouth wide.

The kissing went on for quiet some time as I saw my wife's right hand snaking down towards his big dick, Menaka gripped his cock and Dara let out a light moan. But the moan was enough to wake up Vimla.

"Memsaab...." Vimla said

"Hmmmmm......" Menaka just moaned and she pushed Dara on the bed

Menaka just moved the crotch of her panties to the side and sat down on Dara's big cock.

"Aahhhhh....Uffff" Menaka let out a moan as his thick dick breached her cunt

"Yess Memsaab. Ride me" Dara said as Menaka started riding our watchman's dick.

I noticed she still had her bra on and the panties were moved to the side, I figured she must have been really horny looking at Dara and Vimla go at it before and just jumped on his dick.

Menaka continued to ride him for a good fifteen minutes before Dara pushed her on the bed and shoved his dick in her pussy in one quick motion. He started kissing my wife as he was fucking her in missionary position. Menaka locked her legs behind his back and started pulling him inside her, Dara gladly accepted the invitation and started slamming in my wife furiously.

The missionary fucking continued for some time and that's when I saw Dara grunt, I thought he was going to dump his seed in her again but Dara quickly disengaged from her pussy and sat up on her chest. Before Menaka realized it, Dara shot a thick load on my beautiful wife's face. Load after load of thick potent semen was shot on my pretty wife Menaka's face as Dara made sure he covered every inch of her face.

I saw Menaka close her eyes in disgust as there was cum sticking on her hair, on her lips, in her eyes and her eyebrows.

"Eeeewwwww" Menaka shreiked in cringe once Dara was done

"Relax Memsaab. Just marking my territory" Dara chuckled and along with him Vimla laughed too

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