[Ramesh_Rocky]

Menaka looked at him with moist eyes and a sad expression on her face.

"And if I say no?"

"Then I will first break his fingers. Then his toes. Then his elbows. Then his..."

"Please." Menaka held up her hand.

"So what do you say?"

Menaka stared at Dara, who was still unconscious. She thought silently for a few seconds.

"I'll be gentle." Muthu added.

There was utter silence on the roof for about a minute. Then Menaka finally said,

"Okay."

"Yessss!" Muthu clapped his hands in delight. Senthil smiled. And Banke standing in the corner looked even surlier.

Muthu bent down and pulled my wife up in a standing position. He awkwardly hugged her and fondled her ass over her clothes. The look on Menaka's face was one of disgust and defeat. She stayed in his embrace, not fighting back, but not participating either as his grubby hands felt her body all over. He then opened his mouth wide and placed it over my wife's lips in an attempt to kiss her. It was a clumsy amateurish attempt but he slobbered all over her face.

He then took a step back. Menaka kept staring at the floor. Muthu hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, leaving his vest on. He took the bottle of booze out of his pocket and took a big swig, staring hungrily at my wife.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Strip!"

Menaka sighed and started pulling her kameez over head. As she did so, her huge bra covered tits came into view. Muthu as well as Senthil, watching from a few feet away, both murmurred in appreciation.

"Wow! They are so big!" Senthil said and rubbed the crotch of his pants as she took her bra off next.

Muthu lunged forward and started pressing her boobs and licking them like a horny teenager.

"Get up!" he said to Vimla who was sitting on the floor looking defeated.

He made her get up and stand right next to Menaka.

"These big ones are like mangoes...these small ones...are lemons."

Banke, who had been waiting and watching patiently with a bulge in his pants, stepped forward. He reached over to fondle Menaka's breasts but Muthu anrgily slapped him away.

"Who said you could join in?"

"Please, man. I am the one who told you about all this. Or you would have let her go."

"Hmmm..." Muthu considered this. "Well, maybe later. For now, here."

He grabbed Vimla by the arm and pushed her towards Banke.

"You can have my slutty wife till then. She is good."

Banke looked disappointed, but accepted the offering without mentioning that he had already fucked her many times before.

Muthu wrapped one arm around my wife's waist and pulled her into an embrace, making her naked tits mash against his dark hairy chest. He then took the bottle of booze out again. He bent lower to put Menaka's right nipple and the lower part of her boob in his mouth and then poured the booze on the top of the breast. Most of it flew into his mouth and he guzzled it up. Senthil laughed looking at this.

Meanwhile Vimla was on her knees sucking Banke's dick who kept staring at Menaka.

"Want some?" Muthu held the bottle by Menaka's mouth.

She shook her head.

"Come on! Have some. It will improve your mood."

And he pretty much thrust the neck of the bottle in her mouth and forced her to take a few swigs. My once demure wife, a stranger to alcohol, grimaced hard as the strong hooch went down her throat. As she coughed a little, Muthu opened the knot of her salwar. It dropped to the ground.

"Oh, look who's woken up!" Senthil said.

Everyone looked at Dara, whose eyes were half open and he was taking in the sight of his prize conquest getting mauled by Muthu. He wore a neutral defeated expression on his face.

"Oh good. I want you to see this, you bastard."

Muthu slipped off Menaka's last piece of clothing - her panties and made her get on the ground next to her lover. He positioned her such that she was lying down on her back, and her pussy was just inches from Dara's face. he looked at it wistfully.

"Yes you asshole. Look closely as I bang your precious memsaab."

Muthu pushed down his pants and underwear revealing a modestly sized dick. 5 inches, if that. Menaka didn't even look at it. She was bracing for what was to come with a calm expression and closed eyes.

A naked Muthu with his dick erect, go on the floor between my wife's legs. He took the bottle with him and took a big swig. He then took one look at his own wife, who was being bent over by the wall by Banke. He grabbed Menaka's knees and held them parted wide. And then he thrust forward to enter her just inches from Dara's sad face. But he fumbled a couple of times, not quite finding the opening. And then he was surprised and delighted when my wife reached down with her right hand and guided him in. I guess she was horny after days without sex.

She seemed wet, because the dick went in all the way at once. But then the dick wasn't very big anyway, and she was used to Dara's thick tool. her facial expression stayed neutral as Muthu started fucking her in randomly rapid strokes, showing no technique whatsoever. His hands just stayed lazily on her knees for a while, without trying to feel up her boobs or anything.

"How is she?" Senthil asked. I noticed that he had taken his dick out of his pants and was playing with it. It seemed similar to his brother's.

"Amazing!" Muthu grunted in response and while continuing to fuck my wife, took a big gulp of booze making his cheeks puff up.

He then bent forward and making as if to kiss Menaka, poured the mixture of booze and his spit into my wife's mouth. She was taken aback at this and tried to cough or spit it out, but it was impossible laying down. he and Senthil both laughed.

"Get nice and drunk, memsaab. Then we can have even more fun."

Muthu put both his hands on my wife's boobs and suddenly started bucking his hips very fast. That made Menaka grimace a little. And then suddenly her eyes opened and widened, looking at Muthu with surprise.

He flopped down on top of her making her grunt, and I realized what had happened. Suddenly it had become clear why Vimla had looked for sex outside marriage. her husband had shot his jizz into my wife's cunt in barely 90 seconds.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Done already?" Banke who was banging a bent over Vimla asked Muthu.

"She is just too hot!" said Muthu, getting up from top of Menaka, who looked almost amused.

"Mind if I have a go?"

"Me first!"

Senthil said rushing to replace Muthu between my wife's legs.

Now this dude, while possessing the same modest dick as his brother, seemed considerably more skilled. He did not start by just penetrating Menaka and going at it. This was the first close look he was getting at my wife's divine naked body and he made the most of it.

He grabbed Menaka's ankles and brought them together in front of his face. He then raised her legs so her big round ass was off the ground and on display. Holding the ankles in one hand, he used his other hand to fondle her ass to his heart's satisfaction and poking and prodding her sopping cunt and her ass crack. I could see that the expression on Menaka's face had gone from bored to slightly aroused. This foreplay was getting her excited.

"Sit up memsaab." Senthil said, letting her legs go.

My wife sat up with some effort. I could see that the booze was already surging through her system and her movements were uncoordinated and sluggish. Senthil sat down on this ass with his legs bent in the knees, and beckoned Menaka to sit in his lap. Swaying a little, she put her legs over his thighs and sat down, her big juicy ass resting on his dark hairy legs, and her boobs rubbing his chest.

With Menaka in his lap facing him, Senthil then proceeded to lower his head and suck her nipples slowly, one by one. His hands went behind her and played with her ass cheeks. I am sure his erect dick was poking against her pussy mound. And he was tempted to just shove it in. But he played it slow.

"Oh wow, you are so sexy! I could not have thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever get to fuck someone like you."

Senthil said between licking and biting her nipples. It was clear from Menaka's body language that not only was she drunk, but she was also getting aroused. Muthu's forgettable quickie had been forgotten and she was actually starting to get enthusiastically involved in this session with Senthil, a man she didn't even know for 30 minutes.

The two of them were positioned such that Dara, lying on his side, was looking directly at Menaka's ass and below it, Senthil's balls. A look of intense jealousy flashed on the old watchman's face when he saw that after a few minutes, Menaka took one hand off Senthil's shoulder, reached down, and started playing with his dick. Senthil was delighted by this development. It was the first time that night Menaka had shown some initiative.

"Wow memsaab, you really are quite a slut, aren't you?"

"Yessss." Menaka said slurring and putting her forehead on his shoulder as she deftly jacked his erect dick.

While Menaka and Senthil played with each other locked in a sexual embrace, Banke finished pumping his seed into Vimla and withdrew. Muthu was just squatting on the floor, taking swigs from his bottle and staring at his brother fucking my wife. Banke joined him. The two of them watched as Menaka started getting more and more excited, moaning and shivering. She was making positively obscene noises like an animal in heat.

"Ready to fuck?" Senthil finally said in my wife's ears. She nodded.

He slid her off his lap.

"Turn around and get on your knees."

Menaka's big creamy ass jiggled as she did so. She looked at Dara with an expression of regret. Dara just stared back. Senthil stood up and got behind her.

"Bend forward."

Menaka got on all fours, making her ass cheeks part a little.

"No hands." Senthil said, lightly spanking her big ass. "Put your face and shoulder on the ground."

As Menaka followed his instructions, I got super hard looking at how trashy she seemed. On her knees, her big ass jutting in the air, and her face obediently flat on the ground sideways as she looked into Dara's eyes. She looked like a small white molehill.

Senthil stepped forward and put his legs on either side of her waist in front of her knees. Then, grabbing her waist for support, he bent his knees until his dick was behind her ass and positioned around her soppy gaping cunt. He bucked a couple of times, missing the mark, but his erect dick finally hit bullseye. And soon, Menaka's cunt was penetrated by the fourth new cock in just a few months. I wondered how many it would take to satisfy her.

"Oh yeah, that's an amazing cunt! Oh yes!"

Senthil said as he started fucking my wife in this obscene version of doggy style. His hairy ass obscured the view of her creamy divine ass, but the back of her quivering thighs and her pussy lips were visible.

"Nngggg!! Mmmmmm!!" Menaka started moaning as the loutish guy pounded my wife on the roof of our building in the middle of the night.

He went at it for about 5 minutes and then said.

"Give me your hands!"

Menaka stretched one hand at a time behind her. Senthil grabbed them and redoubled the pace at which he was fucking her, making her shoulder rise a few inches above the ground. All through, she maintained eye contact with Dara.

"Damn, brother! That is quite a sight!" Muthu said, getting up with his bottle.

He stopped in front of Menaka's face and then squatted down. Her head was pointing upwards because of the way Senthil held her hands. Muthu calmly put the bottle to her lips and started emptying it. I noticed that my wife was gulping down the booze without any trouble now.

A few minutes later, Senthil proved that while he lasted much longer than his brother, he was no Dara when it came to staying power. He bucked his hips really hard and shot his wad into my wife's warm cooch. And then he stood up and backed away.

Menaka stayed like that with her ass in the air, cum oozing down the inside of her thighs, still staring at Dara. The other three were just watching everything in amazement.

"Hoislipal..." Menaka suddenly said sounding positively drunk.

"What?"

She put her hands on the ground with some effort and raised her shoulder.

"Hos...pi...tal." she said concentrating hard and pointing at Dara, who I realized had passed out again.

Muthu and Senthil looked at each other.

"A deal is a deal." Muthu said and Senthil nodded. "You, Banke, get this asshole dressed up and take him to the hospital."

"But my turn with memsaab..." Banke said. I noticed he was furiously playing with his dick trying to get it hard again.

"Admit him to the hospital and then you can have your turn." Muthu said. "Looking at our slutty memsaab, I don't think she is done for the night. But look at her creamy knees and shoulders bruised because of the rough ground. Let's continue this in her home."

And that's when the scene on the roof started disbanding. Senthil helped Banke put Dara's clothes on. Vimla and Senthil first got dressed themselves, and then helped a drunk and imbalanced Menaka put her clothes on.

I switched back to the live feed and saw that Menaka was awake and in the bathroom.

I then went to the living room file from the previous night, and rushed through the remaining hours clicking along the taskbar. There had been a lot of action in the night. Muthu had fucked Menaka again, still not lasting more than a few minutes. Then he made Menaka and Vimla make out naked while he watched. Senthil and Banke came back and took turns fucking Menaka in various positions. But at no point did I see my wife have an orgasm.

After rushing through 8 hours of footage in 8 minutes, I switched back to the live feed. I saw that Muthu and Vimla were starting to stir too.

I decided that time had come to put an end to things before the next complication arose. I turned off the screens, disconnected all the equipment. And then I dialed my wife's number.

"Hi Prakash!" she answered, sounding groggy.

"Hi honey. Surprise! I just landed at Bombay airport. A full day in advance. I will be home in an hour, traffic permitting."

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As I walked in the building gate with my bags, I noticed Banke sitting on the stool, looking half-asleep. His groggy eyes took a few seconds to register my presence and suddenly he sat up bolt upright.

"Namaste saab." he reverentially said in a voice with an edge of tension.

"Namaste Banke. How have you been?" I asked, feigning ignorance of the fact that he had been on my bed just a few hours ago.

"Good. Good." he said and was at a loss to say anything more. I walked to the elevator.

As the elevator started moving up, my heart started beating in anticipation of finally seeing my wife in person after all that had transpired. And a hurried montage of everything I had seen rushed in front of my eyes making my dick come to life. By the time I reached the door of my home, I was sporting a significant boner and was holding one of my bags in front of it in case I ran into any neighbors. I rang the bell.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Oh hey Pppppmmmmm..."

Menaka had opened the door with a welcoming smile but before she could even say my name, I had impatiently lunged at her, planting my lips on hers. I was already horny with the visual backlog of the past few months running through my brain, and she looked absolutely ravishing in a dark green sari. She seemed taken aback for a second, but then started responding enthusiastically to my kissing with her own tongue as I slammed the door shut behind me and pushed her towards the couch.

"Dara has taught you well." I said between kisses as I felt her hand skillfully feel the bulge in my pants.

"Shut up." she breathlessly responded and bit my lower lip seductively.

We made out like horny teenagers pressed against the back of the couch while slowly removing each others clothing. As Menaka unbuttoned my shirt, I quickly unwrapped her green sari and untied the knot of her petticoat leaving her in only her panties from the waist downwards. She moved on to my pants. Then, unable to control myself, I dug my fingers into the front of her blouse and pulled really hard. The tiny metallic hooks went flying all over as Menaka's bra covered boobs came into view.

"Hey, I liked this blouse!" she said in mock protest.

I reached for her pussy over her panties and was pleased to notice she was damp. I stuck my fingers inside the panties and two of them easily slid into her pussy. She had been up all night getting fucked over a half dozen times after all.

"Shut up!" it was my turn to say that. "And put your hands on the couch backrest."

"Eeeeeee!!"

My wife screeched in surprise as in one swift motion, I first slipped my pants and underwear down, and then lifted her legs by putting my hands behind each of her knees.

"What are you doing? I'll fall!" she said breathing heavily as her forearms on the top of the couch supported her weight in addition to her legs over my arms.

"No you won't. I have done this before." I said in a raspy voice.

And soon I was fucking my wife, as her body was suspended mid-air between the couch and my arms.

"Oh wow!!" Menaka's eyes rolled halfway into the socket as I pounded her hard.

Soon the room was filled with the sound of her grunts in rhythm with my strokes. I had never heard these sounds in person before. Until this dalliance with Dara starte, Menaka had been sexually very reserved. And as much as I treated my other girlfriends like fuck toys, Menaka's pristine demeanor had made me be respectful and gentle with her. But now that I had seen her get banged by half of Bombay, I felt no need to hold back.

After about five minutes of that position, I said to her.

"Straighten your legs and put your shins on my shoulder."

As she complied, I moved my hands to under her body and placed them under her ass. I knew from experience that this angle made my dick rub against the g-spot even better. And my hands could use her ass for better maneuverability.

"OH FUCK!!" Menaka cried out as the pounding in the new position started. She shut her eyes really tight. I could see from her shivers that she was about to cum soon.

And it took only two more minutes before my wife erupted in a way I had never seen before, not even with Dara. She hollered like a banshee, her hips bucked up and down, making my dick inside her be even more effective, and her writhing feet actually slapped my face gently a couple of times. My arms started feeling the strain of her voluptuous body thrashing about like that, but they endured.

Once her orgasm subsided, she hung limply from the back of the couch. I had been watching her huge boobs covered by her bra heaving up and down like a blacksmith's bellows. I had slowed down the speed of my fucking by about half.

"That was...oh my god! Why haven't...why..." she said, but was too breathless to complete the sentence.

"Why haven't I done this before?" I asked, gently letting her down while my dick slipped out of her pussy.

She nodded.

"Because you were never a slut before." I said, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. "There's a lot more. Come."

I said, leading her to the bedroom.

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"And then, you called saying you were coming over." my naked wife, with her head on my chest said. "The end."

It had been almost three hours since I had come back. I first spent about 45 minutes fucking my wife in 8 different positions I had never used with her, making her cum in every position. Once that was done, she started sobbing, saying she had done something horrible. I felt tempted to tell her I knew everything, but I thought that might create more problems. So I was very sympathetic, forgiving, encouraging, and had her tell me what she had done.

When she started describing the threesome with Vimla, I started getting hard again, and we had sex once more. This time I made her suck my dick first. It was my turn now. She then resumed her narration, and after one more break for sex, finished it. Having seen everything through the hidden cameras, I knew she had finally been completely honest. Not hidden anything.

I was silent for a while.

"So...again, I am so sorry. I never should have started this." she said.

"Will you stop apologizing?"

We were both silent for a while.

"Let me ask you this." I finally said. "I can understand you feeling guilt, shame, frustration because of these dramatic events. But sexually, do you feel satisfied? Renewed? Reborn?"

She nodded.

"Then don't apologize. Sure, you could have done some things differently. But I am not going to judge you for that. I have made some huge blunders in my sex life too."

"I love you so much." she said and started kissing me again.

A few minutes later, I asked her,

"Do you mind if I ask you something...uncomfortable?"

"Anything."

"What does Dara mean to you?"

Suddenly her face got very serious and she looked away.

"What do you mean?"

"I know this started off as just fun experimentation and self-exploration. But...and again, not judging you...you let two random strangers have sex with you for the sake of his safety. I just want you to be honest to yourself and to me. What does he mean to you?"

She looked into my eyes and I looked into hers. Her face wore a conflicted and troubled expression. Finally she put her head back on my chest.

"I don't know." she said. And I believed her.

We lay there in silence for a few minutes when her phone rang. She reached over and answered it.

"Hello...okay...okay."

And then she hung up.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Vimla. From the hospital. Dara is awake."

"You want to go see him?"

"No...no...it's okay." she said. "The doctors are there."

I got up and started getting dressed.

"I'll take you to him."

Menaka looked at me and flashed me a sad smile first, then a wide collegegirl-like grin.

"Okay!"

She said, bouncing off the bed.

                                      THE END

[Ramesh_Rocky]

AURELIUS1982'S
Note: This pandemic gave me a chance to explore some new plot points in this story. So here's another part. It's a story about an open marriage and a slutwife. If that bothers you, skip this.

In the past, my stories generally ended soon after the wife breaks her marriage vows, because the tension leading up to it was what I enjoyed writing. Some other writers continued my stories about the aftermath. I myself did it with the Construction stories.
Here's a similar attempt to see what could be the possible fallouts of Menaka's transformation. You don't absolutely have to read previous parts, but it is recommended. Because this chapter is long but low on sexual details (compared to previous parts) and high on conversations. I'm trying to explore the characters and some taboos. And just exploring what love, marriage, companionship, loyalty exactly mean. In my small pervy way.
Remember, this is just a fictional erotic story so by definition, meant to titillate and provoke, far fetched and depraved. Also it was written in lockdown times so some parts might be darker than my usual stories. Just a heads up if you need trigger warnings. :)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The first real pang of insecurity I felt about my marriage was when Menaka came home from the hospital one day sporting a brand new nose ring.

Which in itself was not a red flag. Menaka often wore nose rings, but on her left nostril, as was traditional in our community. This ring was an ornate one in her septum. Something I had only seen in tribal documentaries.
"That looks like it was painful." I said.
"Yeah." She simply answered. And gave me that look which indicated that she preferred not to talk more about it.
That's how we had weathered the uncertainty of the month since I returned from the ship right after that eventful night on the roof for my wife. Menaka had asked me to respect her privacy and trust her to tell me things at her own pace. She herself was trying to come to terms with the massive changes in herself in the past few months.
Since I had been mostly kept in the loop by her, and had in fact encouraged her to seek other lovers like I did, I had no rationale to press her for more. Given that I had secretly installed cameras all over and kept tabs and could have stopped this whole chain of events with a single phone call.
And I still held that veto power. Menaka had said repeatedly that I had to just say the word and she will stop all sexual adventures and return to being the monogamous housewife she used to be. But I could sense that she did not really want it. She was in this now, and keen to continue this journey of self-exploration. And I could not bring myself to be the reason for her to stop, even if I had started worrying about my wife drifting away from me emotionally.
After she went for her regular post hospital shower, I googled Nepali nose rings. Sure enough, that's what she was wearing. A symbol of her dedication or maybe even love towards her older Nepali lover Dara. She had been utterly honest when I asked her, do you love him. She had said yes, but not in the same way as me. And her first priority was always me. And I had absolute veto power.
But having entered the marriage with a perpetual hall pass from her, I could see neither the justification nor the need to act possessive.
So I made my peace with the fact that my wife would be going to the hospital everyday to spend at least a couple of hours with this other man in her life. I dropped her off and picked her up the first few days. But then she said she'd feel more comfortable just taking a cab. I gave her space on the Dara time. I was sure she did some hanky panky there and occasionally gave me updates. But I largely left her be.
I did pick up on some rumblings among the neighbors though. Like the way they used to look at us and seemingly whisper something amongst themselves. And then a neighbor made a snide comment to me about how everyone appreciates Menaka visiting the watchman in hospital and helping out. The tone seemed to suggest that he thought my wife and the watchman were having an affair. I saw Banke also often talking to people. I wondered if he was spreading the word too. It was true after all so I didn't know what could be done about it. I myself didn't really care what other people thought or said. Menaka used to. But if she was fine with it, who was I to interfere?
"Listen, I'll be a little late. Have something to do." Menaka called me one evening after visiting hours at the hospital ended.
"Oh, what is it?"
"Nothing. I'll tell you later. Just pick up Ayan from tennis practice." There was a finality in her tone that suggested she was done talking.
"Okay."
I said. And then I heard faintly in the background, a male voice whisper right before the phone cut out,
"Kya jhanjhat bra hai" (what a complicated bra)
So my wife was being undressed right now by someone! It didn't sound like Dara. And I had just seen Banke in the building. So it had to be either the maid's husband and brother. Or maybe she had taken yet another lover.
For the first time in a while, I felt that strange nervousness of ignorance. Since installing the cameras, I had pretty much a ringside view of the action. And her emails and conversations would fill in the details. From far away.
But right now, maybe just a kilometer away from me, my wife was having her bra removed by some man whose identity I did not know. That gave me a strange kind of nervous chill and also turned me on. My wife the slut. Just casually telling me to pick up our son so she could bang someone. She was so much like me.
I picked Ayan up, fed him, got him showered etc. I was wondering if I should order food for dinner when the door opened and in walked Menaka with a couple of grocery bags.
She was in a T-shirt and a long skirt and looked very radiant. Her increasingly common just-fucked look with a pink hue on her cheeks.
"I'll start dinner." She said and headed to the kitchen. I followed her.
"So?"
"So?" She replied washing the vegetables.
"Anything new to share? What were you up to?"
She was silent for a couple of minutes. I didn't press more. I knew my wife well enough to know that she would eventually share. At her own pace. She was having internal moral struggles of her own everyday.
"I was with a man. A new one. The hospital security guard. It wasn't my choice. More like blackmail."
"Ok..."
Menaka waited as if to give me time to yell at her if I wanted. And a part of me did want to. Not about the sex. I didn't care if half the town humped my wife as long as it was just casual and consensual. But she seemed to suddenly be in a series of blackmail induced sexual encounters which are not good for personal safety. I held my tongue for now. She continued.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"It's my fault. Usually if I... do something with Dara.... I make sure Vimla is on guard outside. Today she couldn't make it. I was there. He was.... Very hard. Usually not many people came around that ward then. We took a risk. Got caught by the security guard. You can fill in the rest."

My brain was already conjuring up images for it. Is that why she had worn the long skirt, not something she usually wore? So she could sit on top of the hard dick of our bedridden watchman? I gently stroked her butt over her skirt and noted that she was not wearing panties. She half smiled at my touch, as if knowing exactly what I was checking. I imagined her feeling horny, checking the corridor to make sure it was empty. Then slipping her panties off and climbing on top of him and riding him. The skirt providing some modesty to the lovers. Her riding him as he looked at that new nose ring that symbolized the hold that he had over her. This young hot high class woman who was going everyday to be his bedside and on him. Maybe he had her tits out. A security guard walks in. Threesome?
One thing that had fascinated me during frequent rewatches of that weekend's events is how quickly Menaka had shrugged off the blackmail element from the maid's husband and Banke's betrayal and thrown herself into the sex. Watching the later hours, especially after Dara was taken to the hospital, took some time. I needed privacy which was hard to get unless she went to the hospital. I had still not told her about the cameras and wasn't planning to.
So it took me a couple of weeks to watch the full hours long footage of an orgy which involved one dick or another being inside my drunk wife at any time. Sometimes two, one in the mouth one in the pussy. And she managed their rhythms like a pro! Once the Dara situation resolved, I planned to have several threesomes with her.
Most of the time, she was on all fours. Given the perfect milf bubble butt that my wife has, it was no surprise that the men doggy styled her more than any position. She was taking their pounding with eyes half open, being regularly given booze by the men who themselves kept drinking our home bar empty.
I also realized that although in my initial skimming, I had not seen her have any orgasms, detailed perusal showed that she had cum a lot as the night progressed. As the action shifted to our apartment, her sexual enthusiasm did not indicate a woman doing anything under duress. She was all in on the gang bang. It was just a pile of bodies to her.
At one point Muthu was fucking her on the bed when he stopped humping and then moved a bit behind her. From the camera angle, I could not see what he was doing. But Menaka's moans got more high pitched.
"What are you doing man?" said Banke who had fucked her right before.
"I got into her ass a little bit." He laughed.
And watching carefully, I could see the signs. Menaka was gripping the bed sheet really hard with both hands and squealing. There was a tension in her naked back that was clearly the result of a dick being inserted in her asshole. All the sloppy seconds meant plenty of lubrication for his dick.
I had had anal sex plenty of time with women when I was overseas, but never with my wife. Until recently, she had been so staid and straight and wholesome that it felt wrong to even suggest it. But she was a different woman now. However, I don't think Dara or Banke had ever tried to bugger her either. Muthu, the most unremarkable of all men she had bedded recently, was the first to go up her ass. There was an oddly appropriate irony to that.
I watched fascinated as Muthu slowly kept pushing more of his modest dick into my wife's anus and she kept making deeper and deeper noises. Not one of those noises was a "No" by the way. She did not seem scandalized or freaked out that a dick was in her ass. Even Vimla, sprawled on her side naked as she sucked her brother in law's dick, seemed surprised.
Muthu rarely lasted long even in her pussy so of course came quickly in her recently virgin ass. When he rolled over and I saw Menaka's face, she looked to be enjoying herself. The ease with which she had given in meant the other guys also took turns at her ass and she came hard during each of them because they lasted longer. An hour later, cum was gushing down her ass crack.
That day when she returned from the hospital, I took her straight to the bedroom and shoved my dick in her ass. She didn't resist or express surprise. She made the same high pitched noises as my significantly larger dick invaded her insides. It disturbed me how turned on I was at the awareness that at least three dicks had already fucked this ass. I buggered her hard. She came harder than with those guys, I noted with pleasure. It's like I wanted my wife to see and acknowledge that I was a sexual pro too. And she did, through her orgasms and passionate kisses. But never explicitly. I never heard her say, you know Prakash, I have fucked a lot of men but you are just something else. To be fair, I had never paid her such a compliment either, because it would not have been true.
So when she told me about the security guard, I was not surprised. My wife seemed to have erased most boundaries sexually. In fact, she seemed to relish risky and taboo situations. Which I am sure weighed on her conscience and sense of self-preservation too.
Finally she was ready to talk about the security guard a little more. The reality seemed less perverted than what I had imagined.
"I was giving Dara a blowjob like everyday..."
This was news. I knew she had given him blowjobs in the hospital. I didn't know it was a daily thing. Although why wouldn't it be? But she had not actually been fucking him like I imagined.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"The security guard walked in. Quickly took pictures with his phone and walked away. Dara was upset so I calmed him down. When I was leaving, the security guard was like, come with me or I will whatsapp the photos to everyone."

"He still might."
"I know!" she shrugged. Wow, her boundaries had dissolved so much that her compromising pictures being shared on whatsapp did not bother her.
"Anyway, he took me to the guard cabin. Had his way with me for a while. He wasn't rough or anything. Unremarkable really." Again, the nonchalance surprised me.
I watched her start cutting the vegetables as if she had just tried some new dish at a restaurant, not fucked a perfect stranger. There was tumult on her face, but not as much as I would have expected, given how conventional she used to be until recently. I just stood there, staring at her butt near me, thinking about whether I should bend her over and bugger her right now. But then she started speaking again.
"I know you like details. So....it was this small fiber glass cabin on the side of the hospital. As soon as I walked in with him, he pretty much lunged at me. I told him to please give me a minute to call my husband. He nodded but started taking my clothes off while I talked to you."
"Kya jjhanjhat bra hai." I said.
She smiled and blushed.
"You heard that, did you? Yeah, he got me naked. Then had me sit on a stool and first suck his dick hard. About five minutes. I thought he might cum in my mouth. But he pulled out just before, and then pushed me back and fucked me missionary style on the stool. He fucked me like that for about five minutes. Then five minutes bent over the stool. And then he came in my mouth and I swallowed. Happy?"
There was an edge to the way she said that last word that took me by surprise. There seemed to be some resentment in that voice. As if she was upset that I was not yet upset or yelling at her. She was struggling with the moral qualms of what she was doing as well as the risks she was taking. It's like my getting angry would be the punishment she wanted and needed that I was depriving her of. By my sincere attempts to not be a hypocrite. I had bedded dozens of women while married to her. Her count, at least so far, was in the single digits. But for how long, I wondered.
I didn't answer but rather bent her over and pulled her skirt down.
With each passing day, it seemed like a small gulf was forming between us. There were no fights or anything. But Menaka had a lot of mood swings. She had also started drinking with me regularly, which I did not mind. But it did seem to indicate a deeper problem. I once suggested that she see a therapist but the look she gave me made sure I didn't suggest it again. But there was something brewing in her head for sure. I just hoped she would share it with me sooner rather than later. The sex between us was better than ever, so why should I create problems?
But it did start feeling like she was pushing the sexual envelope at least partly to test my limits. As if to say, yes hubby dearest, see how it feels? Will you now just tell me to stop and also yourself stop? Or should I keep fucking more people?
A big unknown in this whole situation was what exactly she and Dara talked about for a couple of hours everyday. It could not just be sex. I had seen on tape how crafty and manipulative he was. She had just been used as sexual capital in his personal conflicts and had still gone back to him. I could not imagine what a mind like his might have in mind. What was he filling her ears with that she seemed to grow more distant and resentful day by day?
It especially felt like that when she called me at noon one Saturday. She had gone to a birthday party with Ayan. I was at home going through details of my next ship assignment and schedule. Another month and I would have to leave her again. She called about half an hour after leaving.
"Hi honey, do you have any calls or something today?" she asked.
"No, why?"
"Can you come attend this party instead of me? I am thinking of giving Dinesh a try."
The casualness in her voice didn't stop me from doing a double take.
"Excuse me?"
"You remember that dad guy Dinesh who gave me his card?"
And it all came back to me. This whole thing had started because he came on to her and that's what sort of set us down her own sexual liberation.
"Yeah."
"He hit on me again and I said yes. So I am going to see if he is as good as he says he is. That okay with you?"
Again, that edge to the voice.
"Whatever you wish, Menaka. What's sauce for the gander and all."
"Thank you." she said and hung up.
The clock seemed to crawl that afternoon. This was a new chapter, I realized. This was the first time, at least to my knowledge, that she had slept with someone not within Dara's orbit. Until now, it had seemed like he was her priority, and all the other men were just side shows in that story. But Dinesh was someone from a different circle. She was just having a random nooner with him while telling me to go to the birthday party. She was acting like me.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I went there as promised, hung out with parents, and got more than a side glance from a few moms who eagerly saved my number to set up "play dates". I had heard gossip of there being some swingers among that group, but had so far focused my extra-curricular activities only to when I was away on the ships. Not wanting to put Menaka through the awkwardness of having to interact with some horny milf I banged. But now that Menaka herself was a horny milf getting picked up at such a party, then why should little Prakash not taste some new home pussy after years?

She returned to the party an hour later while I was chatting up a nubile young thing who was a kid's aunt. Dinesh walked in a few minutes later and I laughed at this obviously orchestrated staggered entrance.
"Not bad. Thick." she whispered to me once when we were alone.
"I thought you would be gone all afternoon." I said making eye contact with Dinesh who was chatting up some other mom, fresh from his latest conquest. He saw me and gave me a wink and half a smile. I smiled back.
"He wasn't that good." she shrugged. "5 out of 10."
This amused me a little. She was now rating lovers like a seasoned nympho. Which I guess she was.
"Just 5?"
"Yeah....I mean he was thick. I liked that. Muthu has been randomly banging me after hospital visits and he's tiny."
This was a new piece of information!
"Wait what? Where?"
"Oh here and there." she said. "Doesn't really last very long either. And the doctors say at least a month until Dara can....you know?"
Also new information. Shared with the casualness of saying her gym partner was out of action.
"I didn't know that."
"Yeah...so anyway....thick. But otherwise, average. He tried. But too.....I don't know."
"Vanilla?"
"Maybe."
"Did he fuck you in the ass?"
"No." she answered without skipping a beat. "Muthu did though."
"Oh, today?"
"No. Often." This was the first time she had talked about anal. I wondered if she had forgotten that she had not shared it with me before.
"Anyway, him and Muthu, both 5 on 10."
"Interesting. How about the others?"
"Hmm..." she genuinely thought for a few seconds. "Banke is 8.5 now. Used to be a 6. Senthil is a respectable 7. The security guard was a 6."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Keep going."

"Obviously you are off the charts." she blushed.
"And Dara?"
Before she could answer, a friend walked up and started talking with us. Menaka never answered that question. I never asked it again. Because things shifted in a very different direction very soon.
The slow drift which had been evident started becoming more and more pronounced. As did her sexual activity and her candor about it. Almost every day, I was getting details of how the security guard was getting closer to 7. I heard her updates with amusement and arousal. And we had raucous sex at night after Ayan was fast asleep in his room. On the side, I had also been getting some from the horny milfs I had chatted up. So it's not like I was starved of sex.
Finally, one afternoon, a conversation that had been brewing for weeks happened. I was watching TV expecting Menaka to get ready and head to the hospital, when instead, she turned off the TV and joined me on the couch after cleaning the kitchen.
"We need to talk." she said. There were two glasses of neat scotch in her hand. She handed me one.
"Menaka drinking scotch in the afternoon? Uh oh, are you divorcing me?" I said half in jest. Or so I hoped.
"No, of course not!" she said lightly slapping me on the arm. "But I am going to ask some pretty big things from you. I don't know if I even need to ask. But there is Ayan to think about. So...well...yeah. We need to talk."
"What about Ayan?"
"I want you to take him with you on the ship this time."
This was quite the bombshell from her, even taking into account recent changes.
"You I what?"
"The 2 months are mostly during his vacations anyway. You always tell me about kids who spend summers with single parents on the ship. So surely you can..."
"I can, I can." I raised my hands. "Not a problem. I will take him with me. But where is this coming from?"
"I.....this isn't easy to say...I want to try something that I am not sure you will be on board with. Dara has been demanding this for weeks and we are sort of having emotional blackmail based negotiations over it. I have been wondering about how to broach it with you. Because I still don't understand you, Prakash."
"Me?"
"Do you have any limits? What if I told you that today when you were at the gym, I fucked the postman?"
"You did?" Once he had gotten a glimpse of her in the middle of being fucked by Dara.
"What if I did? Would it bother you?" she asked without any resentment in her voice.
"I mean you know I am not a hypocrite."
"I know. And I love you for it. But sometimes...I....I don't know. I wish you were jealous. Does that make sense? Maybe it is my silent resentment of all these years of you going around bedding women around the world while I raised your son. So now I want you to take one for the team, so to say."
"And I am happy to."
"I thought you would be. Which is why....well....no use beating around the bush. Dara wants to "marry" me."
She held up air quotes when she said marry and giggled a little as if to acknowledge the ridiculousness of the idea. I raised my eyebrows but didn't blurt anything out. With Menaka, it was best to let her stop talking before jumping in. Especially where Dara was concerned. She took a deep breath and continued.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I won't bore you with the details. But long story short, he wants to spend a couple of months together like a couple. While you are away on the ship with our son. Exclusively with each other."

"He knows that I have been in on it?" I asked.
"No." she shook her head. "I have considered telling him. But I think knowing that you have absolutely no boundaries." she giggled again. "I mean seriously, Prakash, I am getting fucked regularly by a rotating cast of working class men. The neighbors are talking."
"You know?"
"Of course I know! You think the women in the building are diplomats?" she said smiling. "Does it bother you, knowing that everyone is talking about your wife sleeping with the watchman?"
"Not really. You?"
"Honestly, a little. It is amazing that it doesn't bother you at all though. Anyway, back to the point. No, he still thinks all this is happening behind your back. As do all the other men. Except Dinesh. I think he figured out from your looks that you were okay with our hook-up."
"Why haven't you told Dara?"
"Honestly, it will give him too much power. It is difficult for me to explain to you the dynamics of my relationship with him. It is not easy going like with you. It is.....tense. We both fight every other day. Everything ends up being a negotiation. It is exhausting. That's why I am sometimes quiet and distant at home. I am just talked out."
The question at this point to ask was, if it is so tense and full of fights, why does she still keep going to him? She knows now that she has to just bat and eyelid and she can shag any man with my blessings. So what was it about this random skinny elderly Nepali guy that enraptured her so much that she wanted to play house with him?
"The neighbors will talk even more if he moves in." I said.
"No, it will not be here. In fact it won't even be in this city."
"Wait, hold on. I am confused. Too many threads. Start at the beginning."
"I am sick of the people in this building anyway. I think we should move out next year. I don't care that they are gossiping about me if you don't. But it does get annoying to be treated like some sub-human. So no, the plan is to live together, sort of like a married couple, in another city where he gets a job."
"We could buy a second house for you and him tomorrow."
"No. That's one thing he won't budge on. It would be.....entirely on his dime. I don't know if that will work. But that is the "gesture" he wants from me as a commitment to our relationship. That while you are away, I be his "wife". Like literally, play house with him. I know it sounds a bit too much. But I thought I would at least discuss it with you. You have veto power of course." she shrugged.
I stared at the inert face of my until recently chaste wife. The ease with which she was proposing such a bizarre experimenting. And then leaving it up to me to veto. Just random hook-ups was one thing. Here she was asking me to give my blessings to basically become a polyamorous couple. Not just an open marriage. And that too with a watchman who earned maybe 1% of what I did. Leaving the sex aside, how was she expecting to make do with even basics like internet and cable on a watchman's salary? Would she live with him in a shack like his wife? How would the obvious social mismatch between them to explained to the neighbors there?

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I know you will have a lot of practical questions. So do I. But please. think about it. And tell me your thoughts."

"This is what he wants. But is it also what you want or are you just being emotionally blackmailed by a bedridden guy?"
She looked away biting her lower lip as if composing her thoughts.
"You may have noticed that I have gotten a bit cavalier with my activities recently."
"Now that you mention it." I smiled.
"I myself don't fully understand it. Have I been fundamentally changed or was I always this way, just shackled by an orthodox upbringing? You've bedded dozens of women while still being a great husband and father and always given me permission to do the same. Why did I resist so many years?"
"Hmmm."
"I grew up being sold on monogamy. I clung to it for traditions. Even marrying you.... You think it was easy for me to just go into a marriage knowing the husband would be sleeping with tarts at every port? No. But a widow from a middle class orthodox family like mine does not have a long list of suitors from within the community. So I entered it as a compromise."
"I know."
"But then over the years, I think the walls raised by my parents were falling away. I kept expecting you to turn into a monster. Maybe bring a woman or two home. Tell me you have impregnated someone. But no, you sleeping with other women had as much impact on our marriage as you working out with women at the gym. So I started appreciating your way of looking at things. Especially sex."
"That's good to know."
"The thing is, Prakash, I am not you. I am me. Now that I've completely let go of any care about what the world thinks, just like you, it is liberating but also terrifying."
"Well, you do end up in some scary situations."
"As if I subconsciously want to. That's the thing, Prakash. For years, when you're on the ship, I am alone. I've been propositioned and sometimes even stalked by men. It's part of life in India."
"Plus you're hot."
"Hehe maybe. I was able to ignore or stare down people or strategically leave. Like all women learn to deal with. Now, jesus holy fuck, I don't know what's happened to me!"
Menaka rarely cursed.
"A man as much looks at me sideways and I'm looking back. Imagining how he looks naked. How his sweat smells and tastes. Does he have a nice cock? How long and hard can he fuck? It's like my filters and defenses have melted away. In fact I respond positively to the creepiest guys."
"But are you at least enjoying yourself?"
"Physically, very much. I can be crass with you in ways I can't with Dara. Feels so good to have a cock in my cunt so often. Far cry from the times you would be on the ship and I would get frustrated by the end, staying celibate. What an idiot I was. This is fun. I especially like the way these watchman guard postman types fuck me. Like they're taking out the grudges held against every snooty memsaab they encountered. That resentful intensity in their..."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Menaka paused as her voice broke. She rubbed her legs together and had more scotch.

"That's why Dinesh was meh. He treated me like an equal. As do you, not that you are meh. I know you've been stepping up the roughness in response to my changing tastes and I appreciate that. But there's nothing you can do about the fact that I know that it's still you. I say stop and you'll stop. Somehow I get a thrill from being fucked by men who might not. Does that make sense?"
"It makes sense from a psychology perspective. But honey, I worry about your safety. I'm giving you your space to navigate these new waters. But your lovers include guys who committed a crime by beating up Dara. Who knows what they're capable of."
"I know." She said and looked in my eyes. "That's why this Dara experiment might help. Kind of a sluttiness detox. It will also give me a chance to explore my feelings about him. And think about what kind of a life I want going forward."
That last bit was a little ominous but I let it slide.
"I know it's a lot to ask. Think about it."
Maybe I should have taken the time to think it through. But I was riding the non-hypocrite high horse, so I said,
"Menaka, what I do with women when away on the ship, you have never had a problem with. So I can't switch the rules on you. This arrangement sounds bizarre and I do have many practical questions. But if this is what you want...." I shrugged.
She jumped on my lap and kissed me as she started unbuttoning my shirt.
The next day, a countdown of sorts started. Taking Ayan with me on the ship was not as simple as just holding his hand and taking his stuff with us. There was paperwork, approvals, injections, etc etc, because I would be stopping in several different countries. Much of the rest of my time with him was spent in this.
There was also the countdown to Menaka's bizarre experiment with Dara that I had greenlighted. She started giving me small updates as that process unfolded.
"Delhi." she announced day looking well fucked after a hospital visit. I wondered if Dara had recovered enough to fuck her yet or if this was Muthu or the security guard or all of the above.
"What?"
"He found a decent job in Delhi through an old army friend. Watchman at an upscale apartment complex. Comes with solid furnished quarters, not some shack or slum, which has been a worry of yours I know. If you want, we can check it out this weekend. The salary is not great but it's not like we have any assets to acquire. And it's only for a couple of months."
"Okay. But I'd like to check out the general area."
And so that weekend, I went on a bizarre trip with my wife to check out the logistics of her taking a second husband in my absence. We checked out some malls, hit the tourist spots, hotels nearby if she ever needed to leave instantly, and then, from a distance, checked out the big complex where she would be living. It seemed safe and affluent. That night, after fucking her twice in the ass, I checked my Whatsapp to discover yet another bombshell.
It was a long message from the secretary of our Residents Association. It started with
"Dear Prakash
It is with a heavy heart that I write to issue you a formal show-cause notice on why you should not be evicted under society rules. The lifestyle that your wife has recently adopted is not a good fit for your neighbors. We have children. We can't have women gallivanting around with the help. We know you merchant navy types have bohemian habits, but we are a simple middle class society.
In case you are not aware (although we suspect you are), your wife has been having an affair with both the watchmen and a maid and who knows who else? In the early days of the suspicious watchman injury, it seemed like she was visiting him at the hospital out of the goodness of her heart. But multiple people from the building who have gone to visit him report walking into the room with her in a compromising position. Then we heard that she has been doing some hanky panky with him for a while. We suspect that him being beaten up was not a robbery gone wrong as he suggested, but something to do with your wife. People would see her sneaking in and out of his shack. Neighbors saw one or both watchmen going to your apartment and staying there for hours.
We had hoped that this was a troubled phase that would get over soon. But then I caught my college going son watching some of these clips. Apparently there is a whatsapp group dedicated to your wife. And this breaks all norms of decency."
This was followed by a bunch of attachments. Pictures and videos. I slipped out of bed next to a sleeping Menaka and walked to the hotel balcony. I was sure that with so many men bedding her, there were bound to be some "mms scandal" type things of her online. I did not expect just how many. Pictures and videos clearly taken by multiple men with, most with her full knowledge. Here was a new chapter. My wife the internet porn sensation!
Compared to the footage I had from my hidden cameras, all this was pretty tame stuff. And thank heavens for small mercies, her face was either hidden or then cropped in everything. But if you knew who she was, it was obvious it was her. Because even though the face itself was never identifiable, her brand new septum ring was obvious in a few. And the shape of her ass is so distinctive.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Half of it seemed to be from the security guard.

Pic 1 - A long shot from behind a curtain of Menaka's face in Dara's lap on the hospital bed. From the t-shirt I recognized this as day 1 with him. No nudity, and face not visible, but it's obviously a blowjob in progress.
Pic 2 - Similar, but this time her face (top half cropped) shows Dara's thick dick halfway in it. And the septum ring.
Pic 3 - Menaka on her knees, naked, sucking the guard's dick.
Pic 4 - Menaka bent over the stool, her ass cheeks parted.
And so on and so forth. A couple of dozen pictures. Some probably from Muthu or Senthil, depending on the smaller size of the dicks inside my wife's varying holes. Some in a shack, Some in a car. Some in an alley. My wife had been doing a lot more risque stuff than she had told me.
And then the video clips. Again, tame compared to the multi hour orgy on our bed. The security guard fucking her from behind as she moaned politely. Her on top. Him on top. He focused more on her swollen pussy than anywhere else in one video as his dick rammed it. Then a batch of clips in which Menaka was wearing a surgical mask, in a strange premonition of covid years later. And a guard's cap, thus hiding her identity. Unless you know who Menaka was. Then it was obvious that the dark eyes staring at the camera between the mask and the hat were hers, as she got regularly fucked by the guard,
Then some long shot pictures of Menaka and Banke talking around the building in ways that were obviously not those of a mesaab and a watchman talking. He was handsy, thinking no one was watching. These pics had been shot from some window.
And then a video which pretty much confirmed that yeah, we had to leave the building, It was taken through a door peephole from the apartment opposite ours. So the video quality was not great. But enough to make out what happens.
Banke walks to our door, looks around, then inserts his key in the lock. The door is stuck because the chain is on. A few seconds later, the door opens a little and you can see a flash of sideboob from Menaka as she stands there and talks to him for a few seconds. Then he enters and the door closes. Then there was an edit cut as if it was a little time after. The postman walked up to the door. Uh oh. Had she been serious?
Probably, because when the postman came, the door was opened by a naked Banke who looked around and pulled the postman in and closed the door. Was this before or after I came back, I wondered. Had they had a threesome? Maybe I should put the cameras back in.
The next few clips showed enough instances of Banke letting himself into our apartment that you did not need to draw a picture of. One was just minutes after I left at the start of the video for the gym. Looks like as soon as my car turned the corner, Banke would be heading up for a booty call. Maybe fucking her in the ass everyday. I had noticed her ass starting to loosen whenever I fucked her, so clearly, there was open season on her asshole too now.
I finally finished going through all the attachments. Then I did a reverse image search on a pic and almost dropped my phone.
"Merchant navy wife fucking driver when husband is away"
was the first search result. It was the guard not a driver but it was definitely my wife. Holy crap, my wife really was an internet sensation! In most places she was called a milf or bhabhi. She might as well have opened an onlyfans account. Thankfully none of the online images and videos mentioned her name. But it was blindingly obvious to me that some friend or relative was going to come across this and recognize her. The merchant navy reference meant that whoever posted it was sending a message that leave the building or else. Scrolling through the pages and pages of her naked body being fucked in different positions, the seriousness of this situation started sinking in. Our life as we knew it was over. Might as well start an onlyfans account, I thought, seriously.
I wondered whether to break this to Menaka. But what was the point? She was smart enough to know that these young bucks weren't going to keep their sex clips secret. Not when they could boast to everyone how they had seduced a hot housewife. And who knows how many men in Delhi might join her growing list of sex partners. I forwarded the attachments to my personal email and deleted them from the phone. This was something we would have to deal with. But for now, the looming thing was my ship stint and the "marriage" that Menaka was enthusiastically preparing for.
It was what she wanted to do. And before I knew it, it was time for Ayan and me to board the ship. And for Menaka to head to Delhi to live as Dara's fake wife.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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