Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY WIFE AND MY SERVENT


PART3

Anupama was wearing a nightie, which she usually wears at home.

Though, I couldn’t hear anything I could make out she was giving instructions to Gopal on how to cook a particular dish.

Gopal was standing closely and just nodding, obedient and silent as ever.

In a few minutes, Anupama left the kitchen. I hurriedly changed cams and connected the one in the bedroom. I preferred the cam in the bedroom as it had audio too, being a video camera.

Anupama opened one of the cupboards and took out few of her clothes. She was going for her bath and then would leave for her office. This was her daily routine.

The room was empty for around 10 minutes, until Anupama again appeared in the bedroom after her bath. She was wearing the same wet nightie and her head was wrapped in a towel. She took out the towel and further dried her hair with it. Her neatly ironed sari, petticoat , blouse and bra were kept on the bed. She stepped out of her nightie and was standing stark naked in the room. I could clearly see her in the cam, though needless to say, I have seen her naked a few thousand times before this !
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 Anupama 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 colored 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 were 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 out” 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 up to.


“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 up to 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 Anupama.

“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
(TO BE CONTINUED)