Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen? by aurelius1982

[Ramesh_Rocky]

- Wow, that is bizarre. Are you sure it wasn't just an excuse?

- Maybe it was. But he really was reeking of sweat and sex. So I let him in.

- Had you engaged in hanky panky earlier in the day?

- No, I did the same thing as yesterday. Spent the day outside. When I came back in the evening, I saw Vimla talking with Dara so I should've guessed that they'd head to the roof eventually.

- Is he next to you right now?

- No, he is across the room, drying himself.

Ummm...what? I asked the obvious question,

- He is naked in our bedroom???????

- Yes.

- Is he...making a move?

- No, not yet. But he is looking at me and smiling.

- Menaka, why don't you turn the video on? I'll just watch. Shut off the monitor so he doesn't know.

There was no answer for a few minutes. Finally she typed,

- Sorry, he just came and fondled me. I pushed him away saying not now. Now he is sitting on the bed naked. His dick is erect. I am feeling a little nervous at the situation.

- Turn on video chat.

- No way. I feel embarrassed.

- Come on! Please!

There was silence for a while. And then the video feed came on.

-

The first thing I saw was Menaka's arm stretched across the screen. I assumed she was turning the monitor off as I told her.She then sat back in the chair. She was wearing a salwar kurta from what I could see. Beyond her, I saw him. Our watchman, sitting on our bed, stark naked. His thick dick looked obscenely disproportionate compared to his wiry small body.

"Are you done talking to your husband?" he asked.

Menaka nodded.

He got up and strode towards the screen. Standing next to Menaka's chair, with his dick swinging side by side, he put his hands on her shoulders and massaged them saying,

"He is a stupid man, your husband, leaving such a hot wife alone for so long. Of course, it's good for me."

Menaka's eyes were locked into the webcam so it was like she was looking directly in my eyes. I could see tension on her face and she was squirming at his touch.

"Don't talk about my husband." she said angrily.

"Okay sweetheart."

Dara bent down and started kissing Menaka on the neck. She inhaled sharply and pushed him away.

"Don't."

"What?" he asked, confused. "It's been two days already."

He took her hand and tried to wrap it around his dick. Menaka's fingers instinctively grasped it but then she blushed and let it go again.

"Haven't you gotten your night's worth from Vimla already?"

I heard a tinge of jealousy in her voice. Dara must have detected it too because he laughed and said,

"Don't be jealous. You can have what she has."

And he pushed his hips forward, slapping his erect thick dick against her cheeks. This made Menaka really angry and she got up.

"GET OUT!" she yelled.

"Come on, memsaab." he tried to mollify her. "See how keen this guy is for you."

He wrapped his fingers around his dick. I saw Menaka looking at the cam and then lower at the dick.

And the screen froze.

"Goddammit!" I yelled, noticing that the connection had been lost.

For the next few minutes, I waited for the internet to come back as the screen stayed frozen on the image of my wife, standing with her hands on her hips staring at the watchman's dick as he held it out towards her just a couple of feet away.

And there was no way for me to see or know what happened next. At least not then.

--

It was over twelve hours until I finally had access to some communication network. No internet still, but at least phone network. As soon as I could, I called Menaka.

"Hi honey" I said.

"Hi." she sounded glum. "Do you hate me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You saw what happened."

"Actually, no, I didn't see too much."

"What do you mean?"

I told her the point at which the internet connection was lost.

"Oh, that early?" she said, sounding a little pensive.

"Yeah, so what happened?"

She was silent for a couple of seconds before answering.

"Nothing much. I told him to leave. He argued a little bit and then left."

"Huh? Then why would I hate you?"

"What?"

"You asked me if I hate you."

"Oh that...because you didn't get to see anything. I felt very shy doing anything with you watching."

Her answer bothered me. I could tell she was hiding something.

"So you just sent him away. Right away."

"Yes."

"So then why didn't you turn the monitor on and notice that I was disconnected."

"I did. I noticed you were offline." she said, a little too emphatically.

Her story didn't add up. But I didn't want to grill her too much, at least not over the phone. So far, as far as I knew, she had been completely honest with me. If she was being cagey, I was sure she had her reasons. I decided to let it go and wait for her to tell me the truth at her own pace and on her own terms.

"Okay. So what next?"

That's when I heard the door bell ring behind her.

"Honey, I gotta go." Menaka said. "I'll email you later."

And she hung up.

I sat there with the phone clasped to my ears, convinced that things had progressed a lot and were probably able to progress a lot more.

-

I was in a lot of emotional turmoil for the next few hours until Menaka's email arrived and cleared a lot of things up.

Email 3 -

Dearest Prakash

I want to start by apologizing to you. I know you know me well enough to have realized that when we spoke on the phone, I wasn't being entirely truthful. I promise you that I didn't lie because I wanted to deceive you. It's just that I couldn't get myself to say the truth while talking to you. I just felt too embarrassed. Somehow it is easier to do by email. I think that in the future, we should communicate anything related to Dara only by email.

So now on to the truth. You already told me at what point your connection went down. I had yelled at Dara to get out while he stood in our bedroom naked, pointing his dick at me. The thing is, I was actually getting very turned on and tempted by seeing him stroll around the room naked in his cocky manner with his thick hard dick swinging all around me. Add to it the shame of the fact that you were watching. Which is why I asked him to leave. But my gaze was locked into his dick.

As I stood with my hands on my hips, hoping he would leave, he came close to me and pushed his dick against my thigh. He grabbed my boobs over my kurta and squeezed them hard, making my already aroused body cry out for his touch that I had deprived myself of for 2 whole days. When he started taking my kurta off, alarm bells went inside my head, but I let him, deeply ashamed of the fact that you were probably watching.