Fantasy Our Servant Gopal & My Wife ( Copied )

[hirarandi]

She picked up her black panty and wore it, followed by the petticoat and the black bra. As she was wearing her blouse I could see in the cam window, a slight movement at the other end of the room. The door had opened slightly. Maybe Sandhya hadn't shut the door tightly and it was moving in the breeze. But on a closer look I noticed some movement behind the door. As I realized what was happening, my dick stood up in arousal. Gopal was peeping from behind the door and looking at my wife changing. I could never imagine Gopal would become so bold.

My wife was oblivious to Gopal's gaze as she straightened the dark coloured blouse over her upper arms. She stepped in front of the mirror as started to wrap the sari around her. She seemed satisfied the way the pleats of the sari was falling into place, when suddenly a very alarmed look swept across her face. She turned around and hurriedly threw one end of the sari over her shoulder as she almost ran towards the door . With a jerk she pulled open the door and saw Gopal standing behind it. My heartbeat raced nervously at the new turn of events. Gopal hadn't taken into account that his reflection could be seen on the mirror, and was about to pay a price for it.

"Gopal, yahan kya kar rahe ho" My wife asked him loudly and angrily, suspecting that Gopal might have been peeping. ("Gopal what are you doing here ? ")

"memsaab, main kuch nahi kar raha tha" Gopal replied shakily "Main bas aapse poochne .." ("Mam I was not doing anything, just wanted to ask ..")

But before Gopal could complete his sentence, my wife flew into a rage as her eyes fell on his unzipped trousers.

"Get outl" my wife screamed at him at the top of her voice. I had never seen her so angry.

I don't know how much of the english Gopal understood, but he definitely new he was in a very tight spot. He hung his head low. He knew my wife had clearly realized what he was upto.
"Tumahari yeh himmat, abhi, issi waqt ghar se nikal jao" She shouted as she angrily pointed her hand towards the main door. ( "you dare do this, get out of the house at this very moment")

"memsaab maaf kar dijiye, main kuch nahin kar raha tha" Gopal tried to defend himself ("Mam please forgive, I wasn't doing anything")

His denial angered my wife even more.

"aur ek shabd nahi" She said almost shaking in anger "baadme aake saab se apna piase le lena" ("not one more word. And come later and take your dues from master (i.e. me)" )

"memsaab, aise mat kijiye" He pleaded (Mam please don't do like this)

But the more he spoke, the more it seemed to infuriate my wife.

"Haan, mujhe aisa nahi karna chahiye" She said with sarcasm "tumahre jaise badmash ko chorna nahi chahiye, security officer ko hand over karna chahiye" (Yes, I should not do like this. A ruffian like you shouldn't be let off, you should be handed over to the security officer)

I was not sure whether she meant to really implement her threats. If need ever arose, she was the kind to leave that to me. But I guess she was too angry to wait for me to return.

"Abhi call karti hoon security officer ko" She said as she walked upto the phone. ("I'll call the security officer now")

Gopal was panic-stricken.

"Memsaab meri zindagi barbaad mat kijiye" he pleaded again in trembling voice. ("Mam please don't ruin my life")

But my wife had made up her mind and walked upto the phone. Gopal followed her, and started pleading again

"Memsaab, mujhe ek mauka dijiye. Aapko galat faimi ho rahi hai. Maine kuch nahi kiya. security officer ko mat call kijiye" ("Mam, give me one chance. You are mistaken, I have done nothing wrong. Don't call the security officer")

She didn't care what he was saying, as he kept repeating himself

"Memsaab maine koi chori ya aisa koi galti nahi ki hai , ki aap security officer bulaa rahin hain" ("mam, I have not committed any theft or such a wrong deed that you are calling the security officer)

"Galti, nahi ki hai ?" She repeated mockingly " haan galti humne ki hai tumhare jaise badmaash ko ghar main rakhke" ("You have not done anything wrong ?? Yes, its we who have done wrong , by keeping a ruffian like you at home")

Saying this she reached out with her hand to pick up the receiver. But before she could do so, Gopal held onto the phone.

"Memsaab, aap aisa nahi kar sakti, aap bina baat mera zindagi barabad kar rahi hain" He said imploringly and in a trembling voice. Fear of the future, was writ large on his face ("Mam, you cant do this. Without a reason you are going to ruin my life")

But hearing him repeatedly deny his misdeed, and seeing him holding onto the receiver, further enraged Sandhya.

"Naukar hoke tumhari yeh himmat" She was boiling with anger. "Phone neeche rakho" ("Being a servant you have such guts. Keep the phone down immediately" )

Gopal did as ordered.

My wife started dialing a number, most likely to the nearby security officer station. I didn't know what she was going to complain. Gopal kept staring for a second or two and then on an impulse, he lunged forward and snatched the phone away from my wife's hands.

My wife had a look of disbelief on her face at what Gopal had done. She seemed so angry that she couldn't even speak and slapped Gopal on his face.

The slap shocked Gopal. He put his hand on the cheek where he got slapped.

I was a mute spectator to the proceedings in my own house. I was riveted to the cam window. It was almost like watching a movie, only that it was happening in real and my wife was involved in it..

"Tumhe dus saal ke liye jail bhijwaoongi" my wife screamed."Abhi ghar se nikal jao" (I will get you imprisoned for ten years. Right now, you get out of the house)

Gopal didn't react to her words, but just stood there. He wasn't pleading or imploring anymore, but stood there silently holding his cheek.

"Bola na, abhi nikal jao, yahan khade kya ho" My wife repeated again, but this time a bit shakily, rather than angrily. I could sense fear in her voice. I was not able to see Gopal's face, but she could. ("I told you to get out of the house. What are you standing here for ?")

Gopal still didn't react and stood silently. And then suddenly he pulled hard at the phone bringing the phone wires off the wall. He pulled a few more times and the wire snapped.

This brought out a scream from my wife - a scream of fear. But not for long as Gopal jumped towards her and covered her mouth.

My wife's muffled sounds were coming through his hands as she struggled to set herself free from his grip.

Seeing this turn of events, I was suddenly afraid. I had never ever felt threatened by Gopal, but now I was very concerned about my wife's well being.

Sandhya was violently moving sideways, trying to free herself. By now our servant had gripped her with both his hands. Though he wasn't big made, he was clearly much stronger than my wife.

I was contemplating calling the security officer myself, when I noticed that in the tussle, my wife's loosely worn sari had slipped down from her shoulder, exposing her blouse..