23-12-2018, 10:40 PM
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The reason I had chosen Jagan as my personal driver over all the others on our payroll was that he always seemed like a very smart, efficient, and reliable guy. If I wanted him to be somewhere, he was there. He also drove very well, not too cautiously, but with enough common sense to suggest that he had a firm and sensible head on his shoulders. Before this thing happened, Bela also liked him as a driver. She felt safe with him, not just in terms of driving, but even otherwise.
Now things had changed. Jagan had something he could "blackmail" Bela with. He was a young virile guy after all, no older than 25. But the proof of his being a sensible and thinking person was how he had used that information. He had not barged into the house and demanded that Bela sleep with him. He started slow, first asking just for his old duty back.
The next day, I made the change he had demanded. Jagan was back being my and Bela's personal driver. That morning when he rang the doorbell to pick me up, I was in the living room when Bela opened the door. Jagan kept a perfect poker face, not giving any indication that anything had changed. He took my bag and drove me to work.
I am sure Bela was just as curious, maybe even eager, to see what move Jagan played next. But the smart guy decided to take it easy for a while. A week passed by with him back as my driver, and he had made no further moves. Of course, Bela had not been alone with him either, so it's not like he had a readymade opportunity. But he bided his time. In that week, the only notable thing to happen was the slow continuation of Shyam and Bela's affair.
One day Shyam said he had to go book some train tickets in the middle of the day. I was almost tempted to ask him, in this era of IRCTC, why he needed to go to the reservation center to book tickets. But I just nodded and waved him away, because work was slow. I did look out the window from behind the curtain when Shyam was leaving though, because his scooter was parked near where the drivers usually hung out with their car. Jagan saw him reach for the scooter, but could not see me.
"Kahin ja rahe so Shyam sir? (Going somewhere, Shyam sir?)" Jagan asked nonchalantly.
"Haan, rail ticket book karni hai (Yes, going to book some train tickets)." Shyam said.
"Badi garmi hai aaj, sir. Scooter se kyun? Main aapko gadi mein le chalta hoon. Sahab na thode hi kahenge. (It's a hot day, sir. Why take the scooter? I can drive you in the car. I am sure boss will be fine with it.)"
Shyam seemed a little taken aback by that. Bela had not told him about Jagan talking to her. So he was clueless. In his mind, he was still having a secret affair that no one knew about, and he had to go bang Bela real quick. But Jagan's offer was very reasonable.
"Nahi nahi, theek hai. (No no, it's fine.)" Shyam said awkwardly.
And then before Jagan could say anything, just drove away quickly to meet his mistress. Jagan saw Shyam go, chuckled, and shook his head.
It had been a while since I had made use of the cameras I had installed. I had some down time at work, so I thought why not get a free peep show to kill the time?
I turned the cameras on and watched. And it was an interesting spectacle to see the least. Clearly, Shyam and Bela had evolved as lovers, and he had gotten confident and comfortable enough to try new things. I had known none of these developments, because Bela wasn't the kind of person to regale me with stories about her sexual trysts, and I had stopped recording or watching their dalliances altogether because they seemed so plain and formulaic after a while.
The house was empty for ten minutes. Then I heard the door open and Bela walked in, wearing a salwar kameez. She went to the couch and started stripping very quickly and efficiently, until she was in just a black bra and her mangalsutra. She then scooped her big tits out of the bra cups. We had enjoyed a quickie in the morning before I left and she had been wearing a white bra then, so clearly, she had changed it just to please Shyam. For some reason, I found this very kinky.
She then went to the kitchen, and from the fridge, poured out a glass of juice and a bowl of peanuts. She walked back to the living room, put the glass and the bowl on the coffee table. And I watched a little amused as she got on her hands and knees. With one hand, she carefully put the bowl and then the glass on the small of her naked back. And then stayed like that, having turned herself into a human coffee table. I laughed out loud. This was quite a weird scene.
A few minutes later, Shyam walked in the door, smiling and rubbing his crotch. He walked towards the couch, stared at my wife's parted butt cheeks. Then he took his pants and shirt off and sat on the couch in just his undershirt. He slowly raised his feet and rested them on Bela's round upturned ass, picked up the glass and took a few sips, followed by munching on the peanuts.
Bela was absolutely still this whole time. Not a word had been spoken between them. She later told me that they had seen something like this in one of the porn movies they watched together, and Shyam had been really fascinated by it, and so it had become a regular thing. She herself did not get the point of it, but she was submissive as we all know, so she complied. I could somehow see the appeal for Shyam. Here was his boss's wife and his mistress, in a subservient position on all fours, acting like a piece of furniture. The symbolic value of him resting his swarthy feet on her perfect ass was also not lost on me. I watched how his heels dug into her fleshy cheeks and found it very kinky too.
Finally Shyam finished the juice and the peanuts, and got up. I thought he would mount her right away. But instead he got on his knees in front of her. She opened her mouth, and he rammed his erect dick into her mouth. And then he started, rather roughly, fucking her mouth. This was also something he had seen in a porn movie apparently. Blowjobs were nice too, but he liked actively grabbing her by the hair and rapidly fucking her mouth, making her gag and drool and make obscene noises. Her tits swung rapidly from her chest as my subordinate fucked my wife's mouth.
Then he got up, went to the other side, and finally mounted her. This fucking too was very rough and hard, and he was spanking her ass loudly and pulling her hair. That first weekend at his place, he had been very gentle and slow. But that was the start of their dalliance so he was tentative. It had now been weeks of them fucking and I suppose consciously or sub-consciously, Shyam started thinking of her as "his" woman. There was a roughness and vigor in the way he fucked her that was missing in the early bouts. Bela too, I noticed, was grunting a lot harder than before. Clearly she liked this take-charge version of Shyam.
A few minutes later, he took his dick out of her cunt and went to her mouth again.
"Yes, lick yourself off my dick, Bhabhiji." he said with a devilish grin. She did as was told while he mouth fucked her again.
A few minutes later, he got up and with his toes, lightly nudged her ass. And then my wife, like some mare nudged by her rider, started drawling towards the bedroom in slow strides, making her ass and boobs jiggle most erotically. There was saliva dripping from her open mouth and her hair was a mess. She looked more like a horny whore than the shy housewife she was.
Shyam followed right behind, no doubt admiring the naked voluptuous body of his young mistress. When they got to the bed, he laid down on his back and reached for a condom and put it on. Bela crawled on top of him and lowered her cunt around his dick. Again I marveled at how few words were spoken, and how they seemed to know each others rhythms and wishes perfectly. What a far cry from the awkward early times.
Shyam grabbed her naked boobs tightly as she put her dainty palms on his chest. And then she started riding him, slowly at first, and then increasing her tempo. Shyam took one hand off her boobs and put his thumb to her clit. She started rocking back and forth even faster, and soon started having quite a loud and enthusiastic orgasm. Shyam also grunted, clearly cumming inside her at the same time. Again, they had a simultaneous orgasm.
What happened next was also interesting. There was no hugging, no kissing, no cuddling. She just breathlessly rolled off his dick and got on all fours again. Shyam got up a few seconds later. She stayed like that, tits heaving, on the bed, as Shyam went out to the living room. I saw him bend down and pick up a few peanuts that had spilled. he then took his belt off his pants and walked back in. This was even more interesting.
"Five....five peanuts wasted." he said.
Bela just nodded and closed her eyes, as if bracing. And then I almost came on the spot as I watched Shyam raise the belt and bring it down on my wife's smooth perfect creamy buttocks, causing a stinging sound.
"Aaaaah!" Bela cried out.
And then another, and then three more, with a few seconds interval between each. Shyam, who was once just done the usual missionary thing with Bela, was here playing out a BDSM fantasy, whipping her naked ass as she obediently took it.
There were light pink welts on her ass that Shyam ran his fingers over. Then without a word, he walked out.
Bela stayed on the bed for a while rubbing her poor whipped ass. It didn't seem like she was seriously hurt or anything. In fact she had half a smile on her face, indicating that she enjoyed this.
Shyam got dressed and walked out without as much as a goodbye. And then Bela slowly went to the bathroom, cleaned herself up, and then dressed and left too.
This had been a most interesting session to watch, and I made a mental note to watch more of them.
As Shyam strolled back into office half an hour later, there was a spring in his step and a smile on his lips. The warm satisfaction that washes over you after a good fuck session. As I watched him from my cabin, I thought about how much Shyam had changed. And honestly, it bothered me a little. I had initiated those games with him because of his docile passive personality. And then continued with them because of it too. He was never demanding, never aggressive, and always respectful.
What I had just seen though indicated a change in that personality. My mind was flooded with the images of how he aggressively fucked her mouth and later, how he gleefully belted her ass. Of course, it could just be a sexual kink or quirk. Bela and I did rough stuff sometimes too. As long as what he was doing with her now was okay with her, it didn't matter. And my read was that she did indeed enjoy it. She was first and foremost a submissive and this seemed to feed those instincts. But what if this signaled a more troublesome evolution? This was the first time I had seen her grunt and wail and cum with Shyam with the same intensity she did with me. What were the practical implications of all this, I wondered.
Now things had changed. Jagan had something he could "blackmail" Bela with. He was a young virile guy after all, no older than 25. But the proof of his being a sensible and thinking person was how he had used that information. He had not barged into the house and demanded that Bela sleep with him. He started slow, first asking just for his old duty back.
The next day, I made the change he had demanded. Jagan was back being my and Bela's personal driver. That morning when he rang the doorbell to pick me up, I was in the living room when Bela opened the door. Jagan kept a perfect poker face, not giving any indication that anything had changed. He took my bag and drove me to work.
I am sure Bela was just as curious, maybe even eager, to see what move Jagan played next. But the smart guy decided to take it easy for a while. A week passed by with him back as my driver, and he had made no further moves. Of course, Bela had not been alone with him either, so it's not like he had a readymade opportunity. But he bided his time. In that week, the only notable thing to happen was the slow continuation of Shyam and Bela's affair.
One day Shyam said he had to go book some train tickets in the middle of the day. I was almost tempted to ask him, in this era of IRCTC, why he needed to go to the reservation center to book tickets. But I just nodded and waved him away, because work was slow. I did look out the window from behind the curtain when Shyam was leaving though, because his scooter was parked near where the drivers usually hung out with their car. Jagan saw him reach for the scooter, but could not see me.
"Kahin ja rahe so Shyam sir? (Going somewhere, Shyam sir?)" Jagan asked nonchalantly.
"Haan, rail ticket book karni hai (Yes, going to book some train tickets)." Shyam said.
"Badi garmi hai aaj, sir. Scooter se kyun? Main aapko gadi mein le chalta hoon. Sahab na thode hi kahenge. (It's a hot day, sir. Why take the scooter? I can drive you in the car. I am sure boss will be fine with it.)"
Shyam seemed a little taken aback by that. Bela had not told him about Jagan talking to her. So he was clueless. In his mind, he was still having a secret affair that no one knew about, and he had to go bang Bela real quick. But Jagan's offer was very reasonable.
"Nahi nahi, theek hai. (No no, it's fine.)" Shyam said awkwardly.
And then before Jagan could say anything, just drove away quickly to meet his mistress. Jagan saw Shyam go, chuckled, and shook his head.
It had been a while since I had made use of the cameras I had installed. I had some down time at work, so I thought why not get a free peep show to kill the time?
I turned the cameras on and watched. And it was an interesting spectacle to see the least. Clearly, Shyam and Bela had evolved as lovers, and he had gotten confident and comfortable enough to try new things. I had known none of these developments, because Bela wasn't the kind of person to regale me with stories about her sexual trysts, and I had stopped recording or watching their dalliances altogether because they seemed so plain and formulaic after a while.
The house was empty for ten minutes. Then I heard the door open and Bela walked in, wearing a salwar kameez. She went to the couch and started stripping very quickly and efficiently, until she was in just a black bra and her mangalsutra. She then scooped her big tits out of the bra cups. We had enjoyed a quickie in the morning before I left and she had been wearing a white bra then, so clearly, she had changed it just to please Shyam. For some reason, I found this very kinky.
She then went to the kitchen, and from the fridge, poured out a glass of juice and a bowl of peanuts. She walked back to the living room, put the glass and the bowl on the coffee table. And I watched a little amused as she got on her hands and knees. With one hand, she carefully put the bowl and then the glass on the small of her naked back. And then stayed like that, having turned herself into a human coffee table. I laughed out loud. This was quite a weird scene.
A few minutes later, Shyam walked in the door, smiling and rubbing his crotch. He walked towards the couch, stared at my wife's parted butt cheeks. Then he took his pants and shirt off and sat on the couch in just his undershirt. He slowly raised his feet and rested them on Bela's round upturned ass, picked up the glass and took a few sips, followed by munching on the peanuts.
Bela was absolutely still this whole time. Not a word had been spoken between them. She later told me that they had seen something like this in one of the porn movies they watched together, and Shyam had been really fascinated by it, and so it had become a regular thing. She herself did not get the point of it, but she was submissive as we all know, so she complied. I could somehow see the appeal for Shyam. Here was his boss's wife and his mistress, in a subservient position on all fours, acting like a piece of furniture. The symbolic value of him resting his swarthy feet on her perfect ass was also not lost on me. I watched how his heels dug into her fleshy cheeks and found it very kinky too.
Finally Shyam finished the juice and the peanuts, and got up. I thought he would mount her right away. But instead he got on his knees in front of her. She opened her mouth, and he rammed his erect dick into her mouth. And then he started, rather roughly, fucking her mouth. This was also something he had seen in a porn movie apparently. Blowjobs were nice too, but he liked actively grabbing her by the hair and rapidly fucking her mouth, making her gag and drool and make obscene noises. Her tits swung rapidly from her chest as my subordinate fucked my wife's mouth.
Then he got up, went to the other side, and finally mounted her. This fucking too was very rough and hard, and he was spanking her ass loudly and pulling her hair. That first weekend at his place, he had been very gentle and slow. But that was the start of their dalliance so he was tentative. It had now been weeks of them fucking and I suppose consciously or sub-consciously, Shyam started thinking of her as "his" woman. There was a roughness and vigor in the way he fucked her that was missing in the early bouts. Bela too, I noticed, was grunting a lot harder than before. Clearly she liked this take-charge version of Shyam.
A few minutes later, he took his dick out of her cunt and went to her mouth again.
"Yes, lick yourself off my dick, Bhabhiji." he said with a devilish grin. She did as was told while he mouth fucked her again.
A few minutes later, he got up and with his toes, lightly nudged her ass. And then my wife, like some mare nudged by her rider, started drawling towards the bedroom in slow strides, making her ass and boobs jiggle most erotically. There was saliva dripping from her open mouth and her hair was a mess. She looked more like a horny whore than the shy housewife she was.
Shyam followed right behind, no doubt admiring the naked voluptuous body of his young mistress. When they got to the bed, he laid down on his back and reached for a condom and put it on. Bela crawled on top of him and lowered her cunt around his dick. Again I marveled at how few words were spoken, and how they seemed to know each others rhythms and wishes perfectly. What a far cry from the awkward early times.
Shyam grabbed her naked boobs tightly as she put her dainty palms on his chest. And then she started riding him, slowly at first, and then increasing her tempo. Shyam took one hand off her boobs and put his thumb to her clit. She started rocking back and forth even faster, and soon started having quite a loud and enthusiastic orgasm. Shyam also grunted, clearly cumming inside her at the same time. Again, they had a simultaneous orgasm.
What happened next was also interesting. There was no hugging, no kissing, no cuddling. She just breathlessly rolled off his dick and got on all fours again. Shyam got up a few seconds later. She stayed like that, tits heaving, on the bed, as Shyam went out to the living room. I saw him bend down and pick up a few peanuts that had spilled. he then took his belt off his pants and walked back in. This was even more interesting.
"Five....five peanuts wasted." he said.
Bela just nodded and closed her eyes, as if bracing. And then I almost came on the spot as I watched Shyam raise the belt and bring it down on my wife's smooth perfect creamy buttocks, causing a stinging sound.
"Aaaaah!" Bela cried out.
And then another, and then three more, with a few seconds interval between each. Shyam, who was once just done the usual missionary thing with Bela, was here playing out a BDSM fantasy, whipping her naked ass as she obediently took it.
There were light pink welts on her ass that Shyam ran his fingers over. Then without a word, he walked out.
Bela stayed on the bed for a while rubbing her poor whipped ass. It didn't seem like she was seriously hurt or anything. In fact she had half a smile on her face, indicating that she enjoyed this.
Shyam got dressed and walked out without as much as a goodbye. And then Bela slowly went to the bathroom, cleaned herself up, and then dressed and left too.
This had been a most interesting session to watch, and I made a mental note to watch more of them.
As Shyam strolled back into office half an hour later, there was a spring in his step and a smile on his lips. The warm satisfaction that washes over you after a good fuck session. As I watched him from my cabin, I thought about how much Shyam had changed. And honestly, it bothered me a little. I had initiated those games with him because of his docile passive personality. And then continued with them because of it too. He was never demanding, never aggressive, and always respectful.
What I had just seen though indicated a change in that personality. My mind was flooded with the images of how he aggressively fucked her mouth and later, how he gleefully belted her ass. Of course, it could just be a sexual kink or quirk. Bela and I did rough stuff sometimes too. As long as what he was doing with her now was okay with her, it didn't matter. And my read was that she did indeed enjoy it. She was first and foremost a submissive and this seemed to feed those instincts. But what if this signaled a more troublesome evolution? This was the first time I had seen her grunt and wail and cum with Shyam with the same intensity she did with me. What were the practical implications of all this, I wondered.
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