Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen (continued)

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As soon as she was out of sight, Sharma pulled out his phone and dialed.
 
"She's thinking about it," he said when Singh answered. "She didn't say no."
 
"What exactly did she say?"
 
"She said she'd think about it. But her eyes, Singh. Her eyes said yes."
 
Singh was quiet for a moment. "You're sure?"
 
"I'm sure. She wants this. She's just... nervous. We'll need to be gentle. Persuasive."
 
"When should we meet to finalize the arrangements?"
 
"Tonight. Gupta's flat. Same time."
 
"I'll be there."
 
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That evening, the inner circle gathered again in Gupta's living room. The whiskey flowed. The tension was palpable.
 
"She's in," Sharma announced, raising his glass. "She just needs a little more convincing."
 
"Convincing or coercion?" Karthik asked, ever the pragmatist.
 
"Convincing. Gentle convincing. She's a woman, not an animal."
 
Singh set down his glass. "Let's talk logistics."
 
He pulled out a notebook and pen—old college, no digital trail—and began to sketch.
 
"The generator shed is ten feet by twelve. Concrete floor, one door, no windows. We'll bring in a mattress—Gupta, you're handling that?"
 
"Already arranged."
 
"Good. We'll need lighting—not too bright, not too dark. Karthik, you're on that."
 
"LED strips. Dimmable. I'll install them the day before."
 
"Refreshments. Mehta?"
 
"Water, soft drinks, a bottle of whiskey for courage. Nothing too heavy. We need our faculties."
 
"And protection?"
 
Karthik patted his pocket. "Magnums. Plenty of them."
 
Singh nodded, satisfied. "Now. The order."
 
The men leaned in.
 
"We'll draw lots," Singh continued. "Fairness is essential. No one feels slighted."
 
"Draw lots for what, exactly?" Mehta asked.
 
"For who goes first. After that, we'll follow a rotating schedule. Ten minutes each, unless the lady requests otherwise."
 
"And if she wants to stop?"
 
"Then we stop. This isn't bang, gentlemen. This is mutual pleasure." Singh's voice was steel. "Anyone who forgets that answers to me."
 
The room was silent.
 
"Now," Singh continued, "let's discuss the... activities. Standard positions—missionary, doggy, cowgirl. Oral—both giving and receiving. And if she's amenable, more advanced options."
 
"More advanced?" Gupta's voice squeaked.
 
"Double penetration. Vaginal and oral simultaneously. And if she's truly adventurous—" Singh paused, letting the implication hang. "Airtight."
 
"Airtight?" Mehta looked confused.
 
"All three holes. Mouth, pussy, ass. At the same time." Karthik's voice was matter-of-fact. "It's not for beginners."
 
"Neither is she," Sharma said quietly.
 
They all looked at him.
 
"I've been with her," Sharma reminded them. "She's not a beginner. She knows what she wants. And what she wants—" He took a sip of whiskey. "What she wants is to be filled. Completely. By as many of us as possible."
 
Singh made a note. "Then we'll prepare for that possibility. We'll need clear communication—verbal and non-verbal. A safe word. If she says it, everything stops."
 
"Red," Karthik suggested. "Simple. Universal."
 
"Red it is." Singh capped his pen. "Anything else?"
 
"Instructions for her," Mehta said. "What exactly do we tell her to do?"
 
"Nothing." Sharma shook his head. "We let her take the lead. That's what she wants—to be in control, even when she's not. To choose. To consent. Explicitly, enthusiastically."
 
The men nodded, each lost in his own fantasy of what the night might bring.