I had bought a new web camera and it came with sophisticated software. I was eager to try it out. After installing it, I discovered that it had many security features too, for instance the web camera could also be used as a cctv, but recording only when it would detect a movement. I am not very tech-saavy, so I was astounded.
“Have your breakfast” I was brought to reality by the sound of my 40 year old wife Anupama. “You are going to get me late today.”
It was 9.30 am .Not too late for me, but definitely late for my wife . She had to be in her office by around 10am. I normally used to go a bit later.
I had my breakfast and Anupama left for office immediately after that.
I got back to fiddling with my new toy.
I set it up and did a few experiments with the webcam and they were successful.
After a while I realized even I had to leave.
By 11 am I was also ready to leave for my office.
“Gopal, darwaza band kar lo. Main ja raha hoon” I instructed our servant
“Theek hai sahab” He replied.
By around 4 pm I had completed my office work and was sitting around with nothing much to do. Suddenly an idea struck me. I had kept my camera on in our house and it was logged onto the yahoo. I wondered whether I could access it from my another yahoo id ?
I tried it. I sent a request to my other id to watch the cam. As far I remembered, I had allowed both my ids to be able to “Always” connect to each other. After a few seconds of waiting, it was confirmed I was right. My house’s empty bedroom came into view on my cam window. I got a bit angry though seeing ot, as the bed was still untidy. Gopal hadn’t yet cleaned it.
I was about to put off the cam when I saw Gopal enter the room. He is a timid looking young fellow from Uttar Pradesh. He started cleaning the room and bed. I cooled down a bit. Better late than never.
It was amazing to watch my own house, my bedroom from my office. Gopal cleaned up the bed and the rest of the room. And then he surprised me as he started going opening the cupboard. We trust him so don’t keep it locked. Moreover, it doesn’t have any valuable or money. Money or no money, I was again angry with him, he was betraying our trust.
He started hunting for something amidst our clothes. He didn’t seem to find what he was looking for in the cupboard and started going through the bin we have in our room for dirty clothes we intend to get washed. What was he upto ?
I almost fell off my chair when he pulled out an used bra and panty of Anupama’s and started smelling them ! I was getting angry and wanted to put off the cam and rush home and fire Gopal from his job, but curiosity was getting better of me.
He then kept those used panty and bra on the bed and went back to the cupboard and started hunting for something more. He brought out her freshly washed panty and bra too and laid them on the bed. He placed them in such a way that the bra and panty were at an angle and distance from each other, similar to if someone had worn actually worn them and lied on the bed. He then took off his own trousers and underwear and lay down on his stomach on the bed over the bra and panty. Anupama’s panty was below his groin and her bra was under his chest. Then he took the used panty and bra in his hand and started smelling them, as he started rubbing his groin against the panty on the bed.
I was both disgusted as well as aroused. I didn’t want to be, but couldn’t help my mind an body reacting to our servant’s antics. My cock was stirring. I got up and closed the door of my chamber.
Even I took out my cock and started rubbing it as out servant masturbated on my wife’s clothes, while smelling her pussy in her used panty.
Gopal came before me. He got up and held her panty on his hand. It had his thick cum on it. He brought his finger to it and evenly spread his semen all over her panty and in the inside of her bra. After that he placed them in the similar way it was previously kept in the cupboard. It seemed he wanted my wife to wear the panty and bra with his dried up semen sticking to it ! Seeing this was more than I could take and immediately came.
Then he put my wife’s used undergarments back in the bin and left the room.
By the time I returned home, my wife was already back. She was instructing Gopal something about our dinner, which he just kept timidly nodding yes to.
Gopal looked timid and obedient. It was hard to imagine that someone like him could be up to what he did earlier in the afternoon. And of course my wife had no idea about it. If she did she would blow her top and I don’t think Gopal would be standing even for a minute in our house.
“memsaab, khana tyar ho gaya” Gopal announced like he does every night. Everything seemed so normal, yet so so strange. Gopal was always scared and obedient towards my wife. My wife was authorative and treated him as if he were a child who should listen to everything, which he did and because of that we trusted him a lot. My wife actually hardly even thought Gopal was a grown up individual with his own thoughts. Quite often I would hear Anupama reprimanding Gopal and he would respond to her scolding and shootings with lowered head. He never ever spoke back.
We both thought of him as an innocent timid villager, so much so that Anupama was hardly much cautious of herself and her clothing, with him around. She would wear nighties or skirts in the night, and at times while lying down on the couch and watching TV, they would expose her legs and calves. Its not much compared to what younger girls wear these days, but Anupama was the kind who wouldn’t expose anything at all. Always dressed prim and proper. This was the level to which she trusted him and took no note of his presence at home. She thought of him to be as harmless as the house furniture’s.
Well, I was seeing Gopal in a new light now. And it was having an arousing effect on me.
The next day I set up the cam again before leaving for office.
I kept my cam window on the whole day in my office comp. Around 2 pm, I saw Gopal enter out bedroom. Needless to say he repeated the same thing again. And I masturbated to it.
For me this was more erotic than any porn film. This went on for a few days, and my wife had no clue about it.
One day I had an idea. I searched in my home PC, for the sexy pictures of Anupama which I had shot. I found the folder. It had many pictures of hers, including the one where she was masturbating with her vibrator. I made some prints of those pictures, put them in an envelope and kept them next to her clothes in the cupboard. To add to it , I also placed her vibrator next to the envelope.
Even while doing that, I was getting a hard on imagining what I would see on the cam later in the day.
I got ready quickly and left for office. Moment I was in my chamber, I put on the cam.
Normally, nothing happens till afternoon, but I didn’t want to take any chance.
It was a long wait, but finally at about 3 pm I saw Gopal entering our room and opening the cupboard. My cock was throbbing with anticipation.
Minutes seems hours, as I kept looking at the webcam window impatiently. I had left home earlier than Anupama and I could see she was getting ready to leave for her office. She took out her clothes from the cupboard and took them along with her to the bathroom. We have an attached bathroom to our bedroom. Everything seemed as usual as my wife disappeared into the bathroom. The window cam was empty and I was wishing that she would take her bath quickly and leave for office, so that Gopal could begin his sexual play. For a couple of minutes, I just kept staring the at the empty webcam window, when suddenly Gopal appeared in our bedroom. He started peeping through the keyhole of the bathroom. As he intently peered through the small opening, he maneuvered his cock of his trousers, not taking his eyes of the keyhole even for a moment. As his cock came into view I saw that he already had a hard on. That was pretty quick considering he had hardly spent a minute in front of the bathroom door.
My wife must be absolutely naked inside and our servant was seeing her like that. Till today he was using only her undergarments, but now he was also seeing her fully naked in real. He must have got emboldened seeing my wife’s vibrator and photographs the previous day. Perhaps on realizing that my wife was a sexual being as well !
All these thoughts and the sight in my cam window, gave me a throbbing erection too. I begin to masturbate seeing our servant do the same as he watched my naked wife take her bath.
It did not take long for Gopal to cum. He wiped himself and went out of the room. After a few minutes, Anupama appeared from the bathroom. She of course had no clue what had happened while she was taking her bath. That our servant was watching her in the nude and masturbating.
In another fifteen minutes time she left for office.
Later that day, I saw Gopal masturbate two more times using her clothes. My wife must be really turning him on. And I could see his lust for Anupama was growing by the day. And so was my voyeuristic fascination. I wasn’t satisfied with seeing anymore, I wanted to hear too. I wanted to know if Gopal muttered anything about Anupama, while cumming.
Later that night, I took out hardware manuals and instruction books. Somewhere I remembered having read that one could use a handycam as a webcam too.
Necessity is the mother of invention, and because of my lust, I was slowly gathering a lot of knowledge about technical things. Till late that night, I kept reading the two computer books I had. I finally found the section which spoke of how to use the handycam as a webcam. Excited like child, I immediately started testing my knowledge. It was almost past 2 am when I managed to successfully install the video camera as my webcam. Satisfied, I went to sleep.
Next day too I left early for office, as I again wanted to see Gopal peep into the bathroom as my wife took her bath. I was even more excited this day, as I knew I could hear too.
The previous day repeated itself. Gopal watched my wife take her bath through the keyhole of the door and later after she left, he again masturbated on her clothes.
I could hear sounds too, but it was quite muffled. Gopal’s moans did reach my ears, but the audio quality was bad and I couldn’t understand anything he said while cumming, though I was sure that he kept saying something, while he was cumming.
Later that night at home, I attached an external microphone to the computer. After doing a test I was sure that the audio quality would improve drastically because of the microphone. I took the wire from the behind the book shelf and stuck the microphone on the bed in such a way that that it wouldn’t be visible to anyone.
I was again early to office the next day. The office peon was surprised that I had regularly started coming early. At least due to this, I was giving the image of working hard !!
I turned the computer toward me. Even if anyone walked into my chamber no one would be able to see the images on the monitor. I waited eagerly for the videocam window to connect. I enabled sound too. However, seeing Anupama lazily cleaning the bedroom, despite it being past 10 am, I realized it was a Saturday. On Saturdays she usually went late to office. I was a trifle disappointed as she wouldn’t be taking her bath anytime soon. She had a broom in her hand and she was cleaning the bedroom.
“Gopal, idhar aao” My wife called out for our servant.
(Gopal come here)
I was delighted to hear that this time the audio was very clear.
“Aaya memsaab” came the distant reply.
(Coming memsaab)
In a short moment, Gopal appeared in the room.
“Gopal, tum us chair par chardke, upar waale cupboard se woh kitaabein neeche le aao” My wife told her “bahut dhool jam gaya hai”
(Gopal, bring climb onto the chair and bring down those books from the upper cupboard. Lot of dust has collected on them)
“Accha memsaab” Gopal replied and climbed onto the chair.
He reached out for a set of books, but my wife stopped him.
“Arey woh nahi, ukso rehne do” my wife instructed him “woh bagal waale kitab”
(Not those books, but the ones next to them)
Gopal fumbled with the books, as there were a lot of different piles of books and magazines in the loft.
He started pulling out a pile of magazines.
“Arey Gopal, magazines ko choro, uske bagal waale kitaab” my wife said in an irritated tone
(Gopal, leave the magazines, bring down the books besides the magazines)
“Woh hare or lal rang ke jo kitaab …..” Anupama stopped short with her words and changed her plans. “Acha choro, Gopal tum neeche aa jao. Mein utaarti hoon”
(Those books with red and green cover… ok, forget it. You come down Gopal. I will bring down the books myself)
Gopal climbed down and my wife took his place on the chair.
“Chair ko theek se pakro” my wife ordered Gopal “hil raha hai”
(Hold the chair properly. Its shaking)
As Gopal held the chair tightly, my wife stretched up to reach for the books.
Anupama was wearing a violet nightie . It wasn’t too short or skimpy, but as she was stretching upwards, her nighitie was getting pulled upto slightly above her knees and her ass was jutting out tightly against the fabric of the nighty. Her panty was clearly outlined against the nightie. Atleast that’s what I thought , from what I saw. It could be an aberration of the camera, but I was almost sure it was her panty outline.
As Anupama tried reaching for the books, she didn’t realize her ass was wriggling right in front of our servant’s face.
But of course Gopal saw my wife’s ass right in front of his face and it had an immediate effect on him. While he was holding the chair with one hand, he placed his free hand on his groin. I couldn’t believe Gopal’s guts. Anupama was just a few feet away and she would freak out if she saw Gopal rubbing his groin. I was curious and anxious and my eyes were riveted on the webcam window.
Even through the webcam window I could see Gopal had a hard on. Anupama was trying hard to reach for more books and that was making the chair wobble. Before she could steady herself , she lost her balance and slipped backward. Gopal reacted instantly and blocked her fall with both his hands.
It would have been a bad fall if Gopal hadn’t helps her up. My wife heaved a sigh of relief.
“Thank you Gopal” she said still breathing hard. But within a fraction of second she realized Gopal’s both hands were supporting her and were placed on her ass. This made her visibly embarrassed and she quickly got down the chair.
“Gopal, tum zara try karna” She said in an authoritative voice trying to get over the awkward moment “ main tired ho gayi hoon”
Saying this she left the room, and Gopal climbed on the chair trying to finish the incomplete work.
Once in a while Anupama would come to the bedroom and then go back to the other rooms, while Gopal went on with his work of bringing down the books.
To my disappointment, she took her bath while Gopal was bringing down the books and only later even he must have realized the same. I could hear Anupama call out for Gopal from the Kitchen. He got down from the chair and did as instructed.
The room was empty for a while and I couldn’t see or hear anything, until I heard the main door being shut. Anupama had left for office and needless to say I was disappointed.
But I had other plans. I was really getting obsessed with the cam thing.
On way home I bought a couple of long USB cables.
The next day was Sunday. I could not really expect anything to happen while I was at home. Gopal was a well-behaved servant, and we had always considered ourselves lucky to have such an obedient, timid and an efficient servant at home. His present behavior was a complete surprise to me. I could never in my wildest dreams imagine him to be like this. However to my surprise I was not feeling angry but instead the whole situation was turning me on. Though, if Anupama got even and inkling, she would fire him from the job. God knows, even hand him to the police. She was perfectly capable of that.
I wasn’t expecting the weekdays to repeat itself on Sundays, but I had other plans!
I brought out the long USB cables from the packet and attached them. After joining them the length must have become at least 10 meters. Then I took out the webcam and placed it in a small cardboard box and cut a small hole in one of its sides for the lenses to stick out. Once in place, I taped the camera onto the box from inside, so that it wouldn’t move or get displaced. Satisfied, I brought out my laptop and attached it to the webcam with the long cable. I connected the laptop to the net through the landline at home and tested the webcam. It worked. The test run was successful. Now it was time to put the webcamera in the right place and I waited for an opportune moment.
As Anupama entered the bathroom to take her shower I sent Gopal to go to the market to buy a magazine, just a pretext to have him out of the house. The door closed and I got into action. I went to the kitchen and started scanning for a proper place where I could keep the webcam, without it being noticed. The cupboard on top of the kitchen window seemed to be an ideal place, as I could easily take out the cable from the window, without it being conspicuous. I climbed onto a chair and placed the camera in a corner on top of the cupboard and surrounded it with boxes and bottles in an attempt to camouflage the camera. And after pulling the cable out of the window, I moved to the drawing room. I stretched out and pulled in the other end of the cable. I was just hoping Anupama wouldn’t finish her bath before I was through with my work.
I brought the cable up to the cabinet where the music system was kept and deftly slithered it through the hole meant for electrical wirings to enter the cabinet. I pulled into the cabinet as much of the cable I could and then attached it to the laptop. I did the same with the phone cable and placed the laptop inside the cabinet.
My work was done!
I was feeling like a little boy, excited by his new toys. Anupama finishes her bath in another few minutes and Gopal too returned with the magazine.
I informed Anupama that I needed the telephone cable to test my laptop, so it won’t be working the whole day. She had her mobile so she didn’t really feel a need for the landline.
I was anxiously waiting for the day to get over. Monday did finally appear.
Before leaving for my office I connected the laptop to the net and yahoo messenger.
The kitchen and bedroom was now under the surveillance of my eyes.
The first thing on reaching office was to connect my office PC to yahoo messenger.
I was hoping the laptop, which was connected through landline wouldn’t have disconnected by now.
As Yahoo Messenger got connected I saw two of my own ID’s online, one from my personal PC in the bedroom and the other from my laptop.
Excited I sat down on the chair, keeping an eye on the monitor. I requested for cameras of the both the Ids to be connected. Two windows popped up, but only one connected, the other was dark. I was disappointed. I had to see the cams one by one.
The bedroom was empty. I waited for a few minutes and then disconnected the bedroom cam and connected the one in the kitchen. Both Gopal and Anupama were in the kitchen.
Anupama was wearing a nightie, which she usually wears at home.
Though, I couldn’t hear anything I could make out she was giving instructions to Gopal on how to cook a particular dish.
Gopal was standing closely and just nodding, obedient and silent as ever.
In a few minutes, Anupama left the kitchen. I hurriedly changed cams and connected the one in the bedroom. I preferred the cam in the bedroom as it had audio too, being a video camera.
Anupama opened one of the cupboards and took out few of her clothes. She was going for her bath and then would leave for her office. This was her daily routine.
The room was empty for around 10 minutes, until Anupama again appeared in the bedroom after her bath. She was wearing the same wet nightie and her head was wrapped in a towel. She took out the towel and further dried her hair with it. Her neatly ironed sari, petticoat , blouse and bra were kept on the bed. She stepped out of her nightie and was standing stark naked in the room. I could clearly see her in the cam, though needless to say, I have seen her naked a few thousand times before this !
She picked up her black panty and wore it, followed by the petticoat and the black bra. As she was wearing her blouse I could see in the cam window, a slight movement at the other end of the room. The door had opened slightly. Maybe Anupama hadn’t shut the door tightly and it was moving in the breeze. But on a closer look I noticed some movement behind the door. As I realized what was happening, my dick stood up in arousal. Gopal was peeping from behind the door and looking at my wife changing. I could never imagine Gopal would become so bold.
My wife was oblivious to Gopal’s gaze as she straightened the dark colored blouse over her upper arms. She stepped in front of the mirror as started to wrap the sari around her. She seemed satisfied the way the pleats of the sari were falling into place, when suddenly a very alarmed look swept across her face. She turned around and hurriedly threw one end of the sari over her shoulder as she almost ran towards the door. With a jerk she pulled open the door and saw Gopal standing behind it. My heartbeat raced nervously at the new turn of events. Gopal hadn’t taken into account that his reflection could be seen on the mirror, and was about to pay a price for it.
Gopal, yahan kya kar rahe ho” My wife asked him loudly and angrily, suspecting that Gopal might have been peeping.
(“Gopal what are you doing here ? “)
“memsaab, main kuch nahi kar raha tha” Gopal replied shakily “Main bas aapse poochne ..”
(“Mam I was not doing anything, just wanted to ask …”)
But before Gopal could complete his sentence, my wife flew into a rage as her eyes fell on his unzipped trousers.
“Get out” my wife screamed at him at the top of her voice. I had never seen her so angry.
I don’t know how much of the English Gopal understood, but he definitely new he was in a very tight spot. He hung his head low. He knew my wife had clearly realized what he was up to.
“Tumahari yeh himmat, abhi, issi waqt ghar se nikal jao” She shouted as she angrily pointed her hand towards the main door.
( “you dare do this, get out of the house at this very moment”)
“memsaab maaf kar dijiye, main kuch nahin kar raha tha” Gopal tried to defend himself
(“Mam please forgive, I wasn’t doing anything”)
His denial angered my wife even more.
“aur ek shabd nahi” She said almost shaking in anger “baadme aake saab se apna piase le lena”
(“not one more word. And come later and take your dues from master (i.e. me)” )
“memsaab, aise mat kijiye” He pleaded
(Mam please don’t do like this)
But the more he spoke, the more it seemed to infuriate my wife.
“Haan, mujhe aisa nahi karna chahiye” She said with sarcasm “tumahre jaise badmash ko chorna nahi chahiye, police ko hand over karna chahiye”
(Yes, I should not do like this. A ruffian like you shouldn’t be let off, you should be handed over to the police)
I was not sure whether she meant to really implement her threats. If need ever arose, she was the kind to leave that to me. But I guess she was too angry to wait for me to return.
“Abhi call karti hoon police ko” She said as she walked upto the phone.
(“I’ll call the police now”)
Gopal was panic-stricken.
“Memsaab meri zindagi barbaad mat kijiye” he pleaded again in trembling voice.
(“Mam please don’t ruin my life”)
But my wife had made up her mind and walked up to the phone. Gopal followed her, and started pleading again
“Memsaab, mujhe ek mauka dijiye. Aapko galat faimi ho rahi hai. Maine kuch nahi kiya. Police ko mat call kijiye”
(“Mam, give me one chance. You are mistaken, I have done nothing wrong. Don’t call the police”)
She didn’t care what he was saying, as he kept repeating himself
“Memsaab maine koi chori ya aisa koi galti nahi ki hai , ki aap police bulaa rahin hain”
(“mam, I have not committed any theft or such a wrong deed that you are calling the police)
“Galti, nahi ki hai ?” She repeated mockingly “ haan galti humne ki hai tumhare jaise badmaash ko ghar main rakhke”
(“You have not done anything wrong ?? Yes, its we who have done wrong , by keeping a ruffian like you at home”)
Saying this she reached out with her hand to pick up the receiver. But before she could do so, Gopal held onto the phone.
“Memsaab, aap aisa nahi kar sakti, aap bina baat mera zindagi barabad kar rahi hain” He said imploringly and in a trembling voice. Fear of the future, was writ large on his face
(“Mam, you cant do this. Without a reason you are going to ruin my life”)
But hearing him repeatedly deny his misdeed, and seeing him holding onto the receiver, further enraged Anupama.
“Naukar hoke tumhari yeh himmat” She was boiling with anger. “Phone neeche rakho”
(“Being a servant you have such guts. Keep the phone down immediately”)
Gopal did as ordered.
My wife started dialing a number, most likely to the nearby police station. I didn’t know what she was going to complain. Gopal kept staring for a second or two and then on an impulse, he lunged forward and snatched the phone away from my wife’s hands.
My wife had a look of disbelief on her face at what Gopal had done. She seemed so angry that she couldn’t even speak and slapped Gopal on his face.
The slap shocked Gopal. He put his hand on the cheek where he got slapped.
I was a mute spectator to the proceedings in my own house. I was riveted to the cam window. It was almost like watching a movie, only that it was happening in real and my wife was involved in it.
“Tumhe dus saal ke liye jail bhijwaoongi” my wife screamed.”Abhi ghar se nikal jao”
(I will get you imprisoned for ten years. Right now, you get out of the house)
Gopal didn’t react to her words, but just stood there. He wasn’t pleading or imploring anymore, but stood there silently holding his cheek.
“Bola na, abhi nikal jao, yahan khade kya ho” My wife repeated again, but this time a bit shakily, rather than angrily. I could sense fear in her voice. I was not able to see Gopal’s face, but she could.
(“I told you to get out of the house. What are you standing here for ?”)
Gopal still didn’t react and stood silently. And then suddenly he pulled hard at the phone bringing the phone wires off the wall. He pulled a few more times and the wire snapped.
This brought out a scream from my wife – a scream of fear. But not for long as Gopal jumped towards her and covered her mouth.
My wife’s muffled sounds were coming through his hands as she struggled to set herself free from his grip.
Seeing this turn of events, I was suddenly afraid. I had never ever felt threatened by Gopal, but now I was very concerned about my wife’s well being.
Anupama was violently moving sideways, trying to free herself. By now our servant had gripped her with both his hands. Though he wasn’t big made, he was clearly much stronger than my wife.
I was contemplating calling the police myself; when I noticed that in the tussle, my wife’s loosely worn sari had slipped down from her shoulder, exposing her blouse.
And it didn’t escape Gopal’s notice either. Though I couldn’t see his face, as his back was facing me by now, I could see his head had dropped lower as if looking at my wife’s bosom.
Taking advantage of Gopal’s momentarily loosened grip, Anupama tried to scream for help but was silenced by a slap from Gopal. I was in a state of confusion. On one hand, my wife’s exposed blouse in front of our servant was turning me on, but on the other hand his audacity to hurt my wife was making my blood boil with anger. If I were there, I would have surely thrashed Gopal. I was considering whether I should rush home or call the police.
Tears were rolling down my wife’s cheeks as the slap had subdued my wife’s scream to a whimper.
“Tum… tum chale jao, main pp..police ko nahi boloongi. Koi complaint nai karoongi. Bas abhi tum chale jao, mujhe tang mat karo” Anupama pleaded with him.
(“Please go away. I won’t call the police or make any complaint. Just don’t harass me now”)
My wife was so helpless and I was feeling the same.
“Let me lay my hands on Gopal and I will kill him for sure” I thought angrily.
“Ek thapad diya to seedhi ho gayi hai na , saali randi” Gopal barked
(“You have straightened after the slap, you whore”)
“Gopal, tumhe achanak kya ho gaya hai” my wife said “Please abhi chale jao. Main haath jorti hoon”
(“Gopal, what’s suddenly happened to you. I am telling you with folded hands to go away”)
Experiencing an authorative and superior position for the first time, Gopal seemed to be enjoying it . He placed his hands on my wife’s blouse covered breasts, which instantly Anupama pushed it away and began to scream for help.
“Bachao..ba…” But before she could finish her cries for help, a hard slap threw her against the wall.
“Saali randi, chilayegee to galaa kaat doonga” Gopal warned menacingly.
(“You whore, if you scream I will slit your throat”)
I could never imagine the usually soft spoken Gopal could turn out to be so dangerous and intimidating.
Her body seemed to going weak with fear, as she began to slump against the wall. She was trying to stick close to it, as if wanting to merge with the wall and not be seen.
Gopal took a step forward towards my wife and held her by her hair. My wife’s grimaced with pain and she tried to unsuccessfully pull her hair away from his grip.
He began to drag my wife with her hair, as extreme pain was visible on her awkwardly bent face.
After pulling her close to the bed, Gopal pushed her onto it with a strong shove.
My wife fell on the bed hard on her back.
“Gopal , kya kar rahe ho ?” My wife asked very alarmed sensing his intentions.” Tum paagal ho gaye ho kya”
(“Gopal, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?”)
Till now my wife was thinking that Gopal was furious and wanted to hit her and didn’t imagine that he would try anything more. She couldn’t imagine that the Gopal would ever try to rape her, but the reality was dawning on her now.
Anupama began to wildly lash out with her legs and hands.
Choro mujhe, Choro mujhe” my wife kept screaming and she tried to kick him.
(“Leave me, leave me”)
Unable to control her, Gopal hit her with a flurry of hard slaps.
Even I winced at the ferocity of the slaps. It must have pained her a lot. But somehow I was frozen and glued to the cam, neither able to rush home, nor call the police.
But I was surprised to see my wife was still not giving up and was putting up a strong fight. However, it only invited even more harder slaps from Gopal, almost like punches.
The force of the slaps felled her to the bed, crying and whimpering.
“Please, Gopal, Pleease Gopal, chordo mujhe, chordo mujhe” My wife pleaded amid her sobs, as she lay collapsed on her back on the bed.
(“Please Gopal, please leave me”)
“Kuch kiya to sahab (that’s me) tumhe nahin chorenge” My wife added her own bit of threat as she struggled to raise herself off the bed.
(“If you do anything, my husband will not spare you”)
But her pleas and threats fell on deaf ears. Gopal was like a man possessed. I could see madness and lust in his eyes.
Before my wife could lift herself off the bed, Gopal climbed onto the bed and on top of my wife, with his legs on either side of my wife’s thighs. Seeing Gopal get closer to implementing his evil intentions, she again began to fight back with all her strength. This time she slapped him on his face and then tried to hurt his groin with her knees. But it didn’t have much of an impact on Gopal except angering him further. And I almost predicted his reaction – hard slaps and punches. Though hurt and in pain, my wife kept throwing punches at Gopal, very well knowing it would be inviting violent retaliation. I was amazed to see her courage and will to fight. But Gopal was in no mood to give in either. He used all his force to pin her legs and hands down to the bed. Unable to move, Anupama began to wieldy lash her head to and from, making Gopal’s progress difficult. He left her hands free for a moment and punched her hard across the face. I am sure that kind of force would have knocked me out too. For Gopal, it seemed to have the desired effect, as for a few seconds my wife appeared to have been stunned into silence. She was unable to even move, let alone resist. I could see blood trickling down my wife’s chin from her lips. The sight made me feel very guilty – that I was just watching it all happen and did nothing. But as I said, I was frozen and glued to the camera window.
Anupama kept sobbing as Gopal leered at her lustfully. With one swift violent move of his hand he tore away her blouse exposing her white bra. The sudden jerk made my wife cry out loudly while trying to hold on to the torn blouse. By now, Gopal was sitting on my wife’s pelvic region and had her well bound under him. With both her hands, she was covering her chest and holding the shreds of the blouse. Gopal tried hard but could not manage to push away her hands. He slapped her a few times. I could even hear the ringing sounds of the slaps. She still didn’t let go and Gopal went on hitting her. Each slap brought out loud spasmic cries of pain from my wife. The exhaustion and pain made my wife’s hands go limp as Gopal snatched away the blouse. My wife’s body again jerked up in pain, as he tried to tear away the bra too, without unhooking it.
“Pleaase no, please noooo” my wife managed a weak plea amid her constant crying.
My wife was lying on the bed with ample areas of her waist, stomach and chest exposed, to the gaze of our servant, except the bra covering her breasts. So eager was Gopal’s to get a feel my wife’s breasts, that even without taking off her bra he started pressing them. He would have been pressing quite rough and hard, as more sounds of pain escaped my wife’s mouth. This was the first direct assault on my wife’s body, which she had so far so carefully protected from the gaze, let alone touch of any other person but me. She was known in her family and professional circle as a very dignified and reserved person.
Anupama couldn’t bear the feel of another man touching her like that and she tried to push away his hand from her body, but not with much success. And Gopal seemed to be enjoying Anupama’s resistance and discomfort. He had a devilish smile as he kept pressing her breasts. Helpless, my wife’s sobs turned into loud tearful crying. This seemed to increase Gopal’s pleasure. He brought his face down to my wife’s bra covered breasts and started sucking one of the breasts through the fabric of the bra itself .
My wife tried pushing his head away, but instead Gopal without raising his face from her breasts, pushed her face away with his left hand and kept it pressed against the bed.
Then with a deft movement of his right hand he unhooked her bra and pulled it away. Now my wife’s entire upper body, including her ample fair breasts, was bare naked below Gopal. He quickly removed his own shirt too and placed his entire weight on her body . His bare chest rested on my wife’s semi-naked body crushing her breasts with his body weight. My wife tried to desperately wriggle away, but Gopal was too strong for her. He started rubbing his chest in circular motion on my wife’s upper body. The look on my wife’s face was one of complete revulsion, hate and helplessness. She kept trying to push him off and even punched his back with her hands, but it didn’t seem to make any impact on him. She was crying relentlessly. Gopal dragged himself a little lower and took one of my wife’s nipples in his mouth. This made my wife pull Gopal away holding his hair. It must have hurt him this time as he winced in pain and sat upright. He was glaring angrily at her.
“Sali, kutiya , sali randi” Gopal abused my wife as he slapped her hard on her face. The impact made my wife’s face swing away to the opposite side.
Angrily he tugged at the rest of her clothes. My wife held his hands as he was trying to remove her sari.
“Gopal, main bheek mangti hoon, mukhe chordo” my wife pleaded “please, aisa mat karo. Mera zindagi barbaad mat karo”
(“Gopal, I beg you, please leave. Don’t do this. Don’t spoil my life”)
Gopal was like a predator who was in no mood to leave his prey. Indeed my wife looked like a helpless prey as Gopal pushed away my wife’s hand, but my wife clung on to her sari. Gopal tried hard but she wouldn’t. Irritated, he slapped my wife hard again. The impact of the slap made her loosen her grip on her sari. The slap was hard and she was in a temporary daze. Gopal took advantage of the moment, and pulled her sari down leaving her only in her petticoat. I have to admit that my wife looked very sexy and sumptuous lying like that on the bed. Hurriedly, Gopal tried to pull away her petticoat too, but by then my wife was again resisting our servant’s attempts to strip her.
“Pleeeeaseeeeee Noooo” My wife begged in vain to Gopal
“Haath hataa kutiya, aaj main tujhe apna randi banaoonga” ordered Gopal.
(“Remove your hands bitch, I will make you my whore today”)
“Nooo Noooooo…” Anupama’s pleas were drowned by the ringing sounds of another slap. And another. He slapped her two-three times continuously, leaving my wife shocked, unable to speak, only shaking spasmodically in jerky sobs. She was crying non-stop all through the ordeal.
Despite my curiosity, I was feeling terribly angry with Gopal for handling her so brutally.
Very roughly, Gopal pulled out the petticoat through her legs and feet. The sight of seeing Anupama’s naked smooth fair body, only clad in a panty, seemed to suddenly drive Gopal crazy. He dropped his pants and underwear in a record speed. By the time my wife realized, he was standing in front of the bed totally naked. Anupama tried to get up, but he instantly pushed her back on the bed forcefully, and literally jumped on her. She was buried under him. I couldn’t see her properly, but could hear her muffled crying.
I could see Gopal’s right hand move lower down to his pelvic region. He was gyrating his groin on top of my wife’s and with the help of his hand he pulled her panty down to her knees and with his leg he pushed it further down to her ankle. My wife was absolutely helpless and unseen under Gopal’s body. With a final flick of his toes, Gopal pushed her panty away from her feet onto the bed. Now both Gopal and my wife were stark naked, bodies crushed against each other, and the only sounds heard were of my wife crying. Anupama’s hands were trying to push him away from top of her, but he was much heavier and stronger for her delicate hands.
With a sense of urgency, Gopal parted my wife’s legs with his legs and then arched his pelvic upward, as if to position himself correctly. He lifted the middle of his body in the air and at that moment I saw his penis. I was shocked. It was massive – much bigger than mine, though whole body size wise he was smaller than me. But I was more shocked when I realized he was preparing to enter my wife. Normally during our lovemaking we have a lot of foreplay and that lubricates my wife’s vagina. But I was sure my wife’s vagina must be dry now and will hurt badly, if Gopal tries to enter her unlubricatedly with his massive penis.
While pinning down my wife’s hands with his hands, Gopal lowered his pelvic region back onto her, until his penis was right in front my wife’s vagina. My wife was going on crying fitfully and pleading with a muffled voice. I could sense she had become very weak physically with all the struggle and resistance.
Suddenly with a heavy powerful push Gopal entered my wife, making her scream out in extreme pain. My wife was almost delirious with pain. She was alternating between loud screams of agony and muffled incoherent pleas, as Gopal continued to push deeper into Anupama’s vagina. Tears were trickling down her cheek. I was feeling very sorry for her. I was wondering whether after witnessing the torture of my wife like a mute spectator, would I be able to forgive myself ?
Gopal was merciless and ruthless, as he thrust his cock hard into my wife’s vagina. But it was refusing to go in easily, compelling Gopal to use all his brute force. And each thrust brought out heart wrenching screams from my wife. Gopal didn’t seem to bother much about Anupama’s pain rather he was busy satisfying his animalish lust. When he finally penetrated my wife’s vagina completely, he pulled it out with equal ferocity making my wife gasp. And without a second’s rest he thrust his cock right back into her vagina – with even greater speed and force. Anupama screamed in pain.
It was too late for me to leave for home or call the police. And anyway calling the police when the deed has been done would serve no purpose but only cause more embarrassment. I kept watching.
Slowly, the speed and frequency of entering and withdrawing his cock from my wife’s vagina kept increasing, like the piston of a steam engine. My wife’s body too was moving up and down the bed with each thrust of his cock. Though her eyes were closed, tears were still trickling down from them. She was tighly holding the blanket on the bed with a clenched fist as she kept crying and groaning in pain.
Gopal’s face was moving up and down over Anupama’s face, as his cock went in and out of her. My wife clinched her fist even tighter as Gopal kept violently ravaging my wife. I was just hoping she wouldn’t faint or anything like that, as for a long time she hadn’t opened her eyes. Her painful groans and pleas were getting more and more muffled whereas Gopal was getting more and more loud and vocal
“Ahhh…uhhhh..oooohhh…ahhhh..uhhh..mmm” Gopal was huffing and puffing as his body movement got into a rhythm
“ahhh, ohhh, Kya choot hai teri, meri randi” he panted out lewdly “kya chudti hai tu…..ooohhhhh”
(“What a pussy you have. How nicely you fuck !”)
“ahhhh…Mazaa aa raha hai naa ab saali ?…. aaahhhh” he asked my wife, who was in no position to reply and just kept her eyes closed.
(“ arent you now enjoying it, bitch?” )
“mmmmm….abey saali bol, mazaa aa raha hai na ? hai tera pati ka inta bara lund?” he went on “ohhhhh…..teri choot ras se kitna bheeg gaya hai”
(“c’mon bitch tell me , aren’t you enjoying it? Do your husband have a big cock like this? You pussy is so wet now !”)
I couldn’t believe my ears. No way could my wife be getting wet by this brute’s fucking. He surely must be just going on an imaginative vicarious trip to satisfy himself.
Not getting a reply, Gopal started pumping his cock even harder, bringing out groans from my wife. Gopal smiled .
“Accha lag raha hai na ?” Gopal asked in between his heavy breaths.
(“arent you liking it ?”)
Gopal just wouldn’t give up. He was mistaking my wife’s groans of pain, as signs of pleasure.
Still getting no reply, Gopal completely withdrew his cock out of her. My wife gasped as Gopal’s massive cock completely moved out of her body. But then something which caught my eye, surprised me. As Gopal’s cock moved out, Anupama’s pelvic region arched upwards trying to not let go off his cock !! At least it seemed so. But, It couldn’t be, I thought. My eyes and Gopal’s words must be playing tricks on me. I watched on.
Then Gopal placed the tip of his cock back on the entrance of my wife’s pussy, but instead of entering it he stayed still and waited. But he didn’t have to wait for long, as within a fraction of a second, my wife’s pussy as a reflex action, seemed to push itself upwards towards Gopal’s cock and taking a bit of it inside. Gopal looked very pleased at what happened, but I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it. Was my wife’s body out of her control, was it reacting on its own to Gopal’s cock ? As I was thinking I saw Gopal push the rest of his cock into my wife’s pussy with a single powerful thrust. In an instant his cock completely disappeared into my wife’s pussy, bring out a loud moan from her.
I was dumbfounded by what I saw.
As Gopal increased his pace, Anupama’s moans also got louder and more frequent.
“ahhhhhh,…ohhhhhhhhh..ahhhhh…ohhhhh” my wife kept rambling
“Mera lund kaise lag raha hai ?” Gopal asked with a wicked smile
(“You liking my cock ?” )
I was sure she couldn’t be enjoying such a big cock. It must be tearing her vagina. Gopal is just imagining things in his mind. And moreover, Anupama was never comfortable with even a bit of dirty talking, let alone the filthy lewd language of this illiterate brute.
But when I saw my wife’s pelvic region going up and down to meet each thrust of Gopal’s cock I was unsure. She wasn’t laying still the way she was a few minutes before, but now her body was moving, in rhythm with Gopal’s.
Maybe it’s just the reflex action of her body, I reasoned. I was sure; her mind must be hating it. She must be repulsed by this beast on top of her.
Anupama was holding the blanket very tightly in her fist by now, almost crushing it.
“Memsaab, aankh kholo” Gopal urged my wife.
(“Madam, open your eyes”)
My wife was surprised he used the word ‘memsaab” again and she opened her eyes. Gopal’s face was right on top of her, just a few inches separated them.
Moment her eyes were fully open, Gopal began to thrust his cock harder and faster into her pussy brining out gasps and moans from her. She begin to close her eyes perhaps not comfortable meeting our servant’s gaze.
“Aankh mat band karo memsaab, mai itna vi bad surat nahi hu” Gopal instructed as he pushed hard into her.
(“don’t close your eyes’s madam. I am not that ugly)
I was surprised again when she heeded Gopal’s instruction and kept her eyes open.
Gopal was looking straight into her eyes, but she was avoiding his direct stare.
“ohhhhhh….memsaab….ahhhhhh……. kitna tight ho tum” Gopal gurgled as he thrust hard.
He kept calling out to my wife as “memsaab” and would thrust hard each time he called her so. It became a pattern. Gopal seemed to be enjoying calling my wife so, while fucking her, but astonishingly, it seemed to effect my wife too.
Every time he called her so, Anupama would look at him directly into his eyes. After a point she didn’t take her eyes away at all. As my wife and our servant fucked, they kept staring into each other’s eyes. She had a glazed look, and every time she groaned her mouth would open into an “O” shape. I must confess, seeing her like that was giving me a raging hard on.
Seeing my wife like that, Gopal too got very keyed up. He pulled himself back a bit and raised my wife’s legs on either side of his shoulders. He started ramming his cock into her pussy as fast as he could, while holding her leg up, pointing towards the ceiling.
This new position made my wife squirm and wriggle. Unable to assimilate the new sensations she bit her lips and wound her legs across Gopal’s neck.
She was groaning loudly and by now I was certain those were sounds of pleasure, not pain. I should have felt jealous and angry at seeing my wife enjoying sex with another man, that too with our servant, but instead, I was aroused like hell. I had to masturbate! Making sure that the door to my chamber was locked, I took out my cock and began to jerk off.
By now Gopal had again lowered himself, but didn’t reduce the speed or force of his thrusts. My wife was by now out of control of her senses and shamelessly moaned with pleasure, looking into our servant’s eyes.
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh memsaab” Gopal moaned again “memsaaaaaaab”
(“ohhhhhhhh madam”)
“ohhhhhh…haaaaaan…gopal” my wife responded as she placed both her arms on his shoulders.
(“yesssssss Gopal”)
This was her first words and response to Gopal. My cock stirred and throbbed seeing this sexual union, seeing my wife in the throes of pleasure.
“ohhhhhhhh…memsaab , mera lund se chudna achcha lag raha hai na ?” Gopal asked
(“madam don’t qyou like to get fucked by my cock ?”)
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……haaaaan…” my wife replied in between her heavy moaning and panting
(“ohhhhhhhhh yesssss”)
The depraved conversation was making precum ooze from my cock
“ohhhhhhhhhhhh…..mmmmmmmm memsaab mera ras nikalne wala hai” Gopal announced
(“ohhh madam, my semen is about to come out”)
“ahhhhhhhh cum in me” Anupama replied in English which Gopal most likely wouldn’t have understood , however I did !
How come my wife was allowing Gopal to cum inside her womb ?? She was not protected! Strange are the ways of lust.
Her permission for Gopal to cum inside her brought me to the brink of my own orgasm !!
“main chod raha hoon tumhe memsaab” Gopal stated the fact to heighten his arousal, and without realizing even my wife’s.
(I am fucking you madam !”)
“Haaannnn….Gopal…… humlog chudai kor rahe hai” Anupama replied but this time in Hindi
(yes Gopal we are fucking)
“tum aj se sirf meri biwi ho, memsaab ?” Gopal asked my wife
(“madam from now on you are only my wife?”)
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..haan Gopal…. aj se mai suchmuch tumari hu,” my wife replied trying very hard as her own breathing quickened. (Yes Gopal from today I am only your wife)
“Aj se har roj chudenge tume memsab, Thik hai na” Gopal asked her
(We will fuck everyday madam)
“Offffff haaaaa …… fir korungi mai…….ekbar job ho hi gaya hai………….”
(yes… we will do…….when we already started……)
Aaaaaaaaahhhh …… Memsab tumari choot bohut tight hai (you have a very tight pussy)
Ufffffffffffffffffff…..ha gopal……bachcha paida nahi kia na avitak is liya……
(yes….because I have never gave birth)
Meri bachcha paida korogi memsab……gopal asked while humping her very hard.
She did not answer this time.
Gopal again asked “Bolona memsab…… mera bachcha ki ma bonogi???
Haaaa…….Uffffffffffffffffffff……ha baba ….bad me dekhenge soch ke…….
(Yes I will think about it later)
I could see Anupama too was approaching an orgasm. She started breathing very hard
(“ohhhhh yess, Gopal”)
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mera ras nikal raha haiii..mmmmmm … tere choot ke andar…ahhhhhhhhhhh” Gopal announced his orgasm and held my wife tightly.
(“ my semen is flowing out into you”)
Anupama began to shudder too. Gopal realized he had brought my wife to an orgasm. Very pleased he put his lips on my wife’s and began to kiss her. My wife responded enthusiastically and they both began to kiss, lick , suck, almost devour each other lips, mouths and tongues.
Their bodies were intertwined, his cock inside my wife’s pussy and lips locked tightly. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Even I began to ejaculate cum all over my office table.
Both their orgasms went on and on as they just wouldn’t stop kissing. But eventually their never ending orgasms came to an end too. Gopal just lay still on my wife for a while and then rolled off. I could see Gopal’s semen leaking out of my wife’s pussy.
Gopal spoke first.
“Tumari jaise bore ghor ki gore gore biwia kitna mast hoti hai na?” Gopal asked in his typical crass language. With a naughty smile now he said “mazaa aa gaya teri garma gorom choot marke”
(“high calss wifes are very sexy. I really enjoyed fucking your hot pussy”)
Anupama didn’t say anything, she gave him a sexy smile and just covered her naked body with a blanket.
“Abhi kya sharmati hai?” Gopal said with a laugh “ maine sab dekha bhi ,aur chakha bhi”
(“now why are you so shy ? I have seen everything and tasted everything”)
My wife didn’t reply to this either she was thinking something very deeply laying under the blanket.
I was surprised again. She had suddenly changed after her orgasm. Now she seems to be liking his crass language .
“Kya hua memsaab ?” Gopal asked as he removed her blanket forcefully with a little resistance from her.
(“What happened madam?”)
Anupama tried to hold on to the blanket but she was too late. Once the blanket was removed I could see, my wife lay cuddled up in a foetal position.
Jao avi mujhe tang mat koro……mujhe akela chor do……mujhe kuch sochna hai.
(Don’t disturb me now. I want to stay alone….I want think about something)
Gopal smiled and said “teri bore bore norom norom dudh daba diya…..tere upor chorke tuje chod diya….ab keya sarmana or kaya sochna. Jo hoga dekha jayaga.
(I pressed your big soft breasts, fucked you riding on you…..now there should not be any shame or worry. We will manage what happens to us now.)
“Tume pata hai humne aj keya kiya ?” Tum vul rahe ho ke mai sadi suda hu. (“Oh, Do you know what we have done. Don’t forget that I am a married woman?”)
“Maloom nahin kya ?” Gopal said mockingly “tunhe apne nauker se chudwai !”
(“You don’t know what you did ?!! You got yourself fucked by your servant!”)
Pl mujhe sochne do……mera pati agar jan jayaga to to tume suchmuch hi jel jana parega.
(If my husband knows about it you will have to go jail)
Hum dono ko agar yeah sob hor roj korni hoi tab hamdono ko thora smalke chalna chahia.
(Mera pati ko agar shok ho gaya to muskil ho jayaga. Yad rakho aj ke bad tum kavi mere sath jabardosti mat korna. Mai tume bata dunga kob hum dono fir sex kor sakte hoi. Mouj mostia hum log korenge lakin samaj bujhke. Mai nahi chata ke meri husband mujhe divource de de. Mai use bahut payar korti hu. Uske bagar ji nahi sakta hu mai. Yeah yadh rakhna.
( If you want me to fuck you regularly then you have to promise me that you don’t force me for it again. You have to be very careful about our affair. My husband should not get any kind oh hints. I love my husband very much. To have some extra martial fucking I don’t want to get a divorce from my husband.)
Gopal laughed again. “pehele to randi jaise chudwai , ab sati savitri banti hai!”
(“First you fucked like a whore, now you behave like a saint!”)
Faltu bat mat koro Gopal….. tume agar mere sath sona hai to mai jaise bol rahi hu ayyase hi tume korna parega. (Don’t talk rubbish….if you really want to sleep with me then you have to follow my instructions.)
Achcha baba…..achcha. Ab bolo madam tum keya chahati ho.
(Ok….OK tell me what you want.)
Jab ghar me mera pati rahega tab mere sath tume ayse hi bat karna parega jaise tum pahele korte the. Tum kavi vi unke raite hua mere sarir me hat dalne ki kosis nahi koroge or mujhe kisi taraka isara or fusurfusur nahi cahia.
(when my husband will be in home you have to behave carefully with me)
Or job oh nahi rahega tab? Gopal asked (when your husband will not be in home …then?)
My wife smiled but didn’t say anything.
Bolona madam tob keya hoga?
(Goplal again asked for the answer)
“Tum jaise chate ho…….. mai tumari biwi bonjaoungi or tum mere patidev bonjaoge”.
(My wife shyly answered “you will be my second husband then”)
They started laughing together.
When I returned home from office Anupama acted normally. Like nothing unusual had happened.
I never told her that I have seen everything that happened between them. Now it becomes an addiction to me to watch them remotely from office. Seeing my wife fucking my servant wildly and acting like husband and wife in my absence always makes me very hot.
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