20-12-2018, 03:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 19-01-2019, 02:11 PM by Ramesh_Rocky.)
"No, that's OK. I understand." I said "Please continue."
"So Mr. Tariq ordered your wife to seduce Mr. Balram, and she did it. By wearing increasing fewer clothes, from what we know. Apparently, Mr. Balram initially resisted, because of his ties to your family. But in a couple of days, he could not resist your wife's......" she paused "machinations, and gave in."
"I see. So she was lying till the very end." I said picking up the glass and emptying the whole drink down my throat. Salma pushed the bottle closer to me and I poured myself another drink.
"After a few days, Mr. Tariq completed the basic outlines of the portrait, from which point your wife could continue further. And he stopped coming to your house. But the affair with Mr. Balram continued. After a couple of days, your maid, a Ms. Savitri, accidentally walked in on them having sex. Your wife had forgotten to lock the door and the maid was late that day. She walked in, assuming the door had been left open for her. And when she went to the room your wife paints in, she saw Mr. Balram and your wife engaged in copulation."
"I see." I said, taking a big swig of the scotch.
"Now it seems that Ms. Savitri and Mr. Balram had previously had sexual relations. After she saw your wife and Mr. Balram together, Ms. Savitri got very agitated. She attacked your wife in rage and they fought for a while. Eventually, your wife subdued Ms. Savitri with the help of Mr. Balram, and managed to eject her from the premises. But Ms. Savitri threatened to make your wife pay for her ways."
"This just keeps going deeper and deeper." I said, slurring a bit.
"Mr. Arun." Salma said, "I can stop whenever you wish."
"No, please, continue." I said, sipping some more scotch, bracing myself for the next revelation.
"According to my sources, that encounter left Mr. Balram rather shaken. He was already ridden with guilt because of his family connections with you. Now this encounter with Ms. Savitri further complicated the situation. He was also worried by Ms. Savitri's threat. He suggested to your wife that they should stop their affair, and tell you everything. Your wife refused. They argued, and he left. So that day, he came to your house for tea, hoping to tell you everything regardless."
"He wanted to tell me everything?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, according to my sources." Salma said.
"Who are your sources exactly?" I said, slurring and raising my voice.
"Now, now, Mr. Arun. I already told you." Salma said, "I can not reveal that. I am just telling you the information we gathered. Whether to believe it or not is up to you."
"That's not fair!" I said. "Anyway, he wanted to tell me, then?"
"Your wife was vehemently opposed to the idea. She used many means to stall him and manipulate him. For instance, when you were all seated at the dining table, she apparently kept playing with Mr. Balram's organ under the table. She threatened him saying she would report him for bang. And other things. That day, Mr. Balram finally changed his mind and gave in to your wife's wishes." Salma said.
"However, he told your wife that he would not come over for the portrait any more. The next day, when he did not arrive as planned, your wife called him up. But he did not answer her calls. So she went over to his house. His servant, a Mr. Mangal, whom you saw in that video clip you told me about, had been given orders by Mr. Balram to not let her in even if she came. So he stopped her from entering, and which point..." Salma turned another page and read, "your wife started disrobing at the door."
"She what??" I asked, unsure of what I had heard.
"She started disrobing at the door. Mr. Mangal, unaccustomed to a woman of her beauty and social standing exposing herself to him, gave in to her wiles. What ensued was sexual intercourse between your wife and Mr. Mangal. Mr. Balram heard the noises, and unable to resist the erotic scene he saw, joined in. And......" Salma paused and looked at me, and then continued. "The next day..."
"Who whoa, wait! The next day? You were just talking about what happened with Balram and Mangal. Did you skip something" I asked.
"Yes. It is.... not important, Mr. Arun. Just lurid details." Salma said.
"Read the whole thing!" I shouted, and Salma continued,
"Mr. Balram heard the noises and unable to resist the erotic scene he saw, joined in. And your wife had sex with both of them simultaneously. Mr. Balram penetrating her in the.....conventional manner and Mr. Mangal....." she paused and took a deep breath, "sodomizing her at the same time."
I closed my eyes and imagined the scene. Shilpa, my exquisitely beautiful wife, sandwiched between the fat old man Balram and his stick thin servant. Balram fucking her in the cunt, and Mangal fucking her in the ass. Whenever I had suggested anal sex, she had always dismissed it right away. And here she was, going around getting buggered by random servants?
"Now we come to the matter of the video clips." Salma said.
"Video clips? More than one?" I asked.
"Yes, the clip you saw was just one of the several taken that day. It is also the only one in which her face is not visible. In all the other clips, her face is visible. And.... the sex has been captured on the camera in great detail." Salma said.
"Oh fuck!" I said, realizing why the news of video clips circulating had made Shilpa run away. The other clips were out there too! For the world to see and identify my wife engaged in a sordid threesome.
"One thing though. All the other clips are....private." Salma said.
"What do you mean private?" I asked.
"I mean, they are not in circulation like the one you saw. As far as we know. We checked all websites where such clips and routinely uploaded, and none of the other clips have appeared there. The clip you saw, with her face hidden, is the only one circulating among the general public, as far as we know." Salma.
"Well, hurray!" I said sarcastically.
"The next day" Salma continued, ignoring my comment, "things got a little more complicated. Mr. Balram was at your house, posing for the picture. By this stage, we are told, your wife would routinely paint in the nude. There was very little painting actually. Mostly sex. That is when Ms. Savitri paid a visit to your house again. And she was accompanied by.." she flipped the page, "...four more men."
"Four men? Four? What men?" I asked.
"According to the information we have.....Mr. Shambhu who runs a paan shop on Maruti Road, Mr. Gurmeet who is a postman, Mr. Shyam who is a waiter in a restaurant, and a Mr. Pinku who is unemployed and homeless. Ms. Savitri directed the men to have sex with your wife as they pleased. There was a scuffle. Mr. Balram was manhandled by the four men and forced to cooperate. Your wife resisted their advances."
"So Mr. Tariq ordered your wife to seduce Mr. Balram, and she did it. By wearing increasing fewer clothes, from what we know. Apparently, Mr. Balram initially resisted, because of his ties to your family. But in a couple of days, he could not resist your wife's......" she paused "machinations, and gave in."
"I see. So she was lying till the very end." I said picking up the glass and emptying the whole drink down my throat. Salma pushed the bottle closer to me and I poured myself another drink.
"After a few days, Mr. Tariq completed the basic outlines of the portrait, from which point your wife could continue further. And he stopped coming to your house. But the affair with Mr. Balram continued. After a couple of days, your maid, a Ms. Savitri, accidentally walked in on them having sex. Your wife had forgotten to lock the door and the maid was late that day. She walked in, assuming the door had been left open for her. And when she went to the room your wife paints in, she saw Mr. Balram and your wife engaged in copulation."
"I see." I said, taking a big swig of the scotch.
"Now it seems that Ms. Savitri and Mr. Balram had previously had sexual relations. After she saw your wife and Mr. Balram together, Ms. Savitri got very agitated. She attacked your wife in rage and they fought for a while. Eventually, your wife subdued Ms. Savitri with the help of Mr. Balram, and managed to eject her from the premises. But Ms. Savitri threatened to make your wife pay for her ways."
"This just keeps going deeper and deeper." I said, slurring a bit.
"Mr. Arun." Salma said, "I can stop whenever you wish."
"No, please, continue." I said, sipping some more scotch, bracing myself for the next revelation.
"According to my sources, that encounter left Mr. Balram rather shaken. He was already ridden with guilt because of his family connections with you. Now this encounter with Ms. Savitri further complicated the situation. He was also worried by Ms. Savitri's threat. He suggested to your wife that they should stop their affair, and tell you everything. Your wife refused. They argued, and he left. So that day, he came to your house for tea, hoping to tell you everything regardless."
"He wanted to tell me everything?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, according to my sources." Salma said.
"Who are your sources exactly?" I said, slurring and raising my voice.
"Now, now, Mr. Arun. I already told you." Salma said, "I can not reveal that. I am just telling you the information we gathered. Whether to believe it or not is up to you."
"That's not fair!" I said. "Anyway, he wanted to tell me, then?"
"Your wife was vehemently opposed to the idea. She used many means to stall him and manipulate him. For instance, when you were all seated at the dining table, she apparently kept playing with Mr. Balram's organ under the table. She threatened him saying she would report him for bang. And other things. That day, Mr. Balram finally changed his mind and gave in to your wife's wishes." Salma said.
"However, he told your wife that he would not come over for the portrait any more. The next day, when he did not arrive as planned, your wife called him up. But he did not answer her calls. So she went over to his house. His servant, a Mr. Mangal, whom you saw in that video clip you told me about, had been given orders by Mr. Balram to not let her in even if she came. So he stopped her from entering, and which point..." Salma turned another page and read, "your wife started disrobing at the door."
"She what??" I asked, unsure of what I had heard.
"She started disrobing at the door. Mr. Mangal, unaccustomed to a woman of her beauty and social standing exposing herself to him, gave in to her wiles. What ensued was sexual intercourse between your wife and Mr. Mangal. Mr. Balram heard the noises, and unable to resist the erotic scene he saw, joined in. And......" Salma paused and looked at me, and then continued. "The next day..."
"Who whoa, wait! The next day? You were just talking about what happened with Balram and Mangal. Did you skip something" I asked.
"Yes. It is.... not important, Mr. Arun. Just lurid details." Salma said.
"Read the whole thing!" I shouted, and Salma continued,
"Mr. Balram heard the noises and unable to resist the erotic scene he saw, joined in. And your wife had sex with both of them simultaneously. Mr. Balram penetrating her in the.....conventional manner and Mr. Mangal....." she paused and took a deep breath, "sodomizing her at the same time."
I closed my eyes and imagined the scene. Shilpa, my exquisitely beautiful wife, sandwiched between the fat old man Balram and his stick thin servant. Balram fucking her in the cunt, and Mangal fucking her in the ass. Whenever I had suggested anal sex, she had always dismissed it right away. And here she was, going around getting buggered by random servants?
"Now we come to the matter of the video clips." Salma said.
"Video clips? More than one?" I asked.
"Yes, the clip you saw was just one of the several taken that day. It is also the only one in which her face is not visible. In all the other clips, her face is visible. And.... the sex has been captured on the camera in great detail." Salma said.
"Oh fuck!" I said, realizing why the news of video clips circulating had made Shilpa run away. The other clips were out there too! For the world to see and identify my wife engaged in a sordid threesome.
"One thing though. All the other clips are....private." Salma said.
"What do you mean private?" I asked.
"I mean, they are not in circulation like the one you saw. As far as we know. We checked all websites where such clips and routinely uploaded, and none of the other clips have appeared there. The clip you saw, with her face hidden, is the only one circulating among the general public, as far as we know." Salma.
"Well, hurray!" I said sarcastically.
"The next day" Salma continued, ignoring my comment, "things got a little more complicated. Mr. Balram was at your house, posing for the picture. By this stage, we are told, your wife would routinely paint in the nude. There was very little painting actually. Mostly sex. That is when Ms. Savitri paid a visit to your house again. And she was accompanied by.." she flipped the page, "...four more men."
"Four men? Four? What men?" I asked.
"According to the information we have.....Mr. Shambhu who runs a paan shop on Maruti Road, Mr. Gurmeet who is a postman, Mr. Shyam who is a waiter in a restaurant, and a Mr. Pinku who is unemployed and homeless. Ms. Savitri directed the men to have sex with your wife as they pleased. There was a scuffle. Mr. Balram was manhandled by the four men and forced to cooperate. Your wife resisted their advances."
Like, Comment and Give Rating.