A few more days passed since that day I came to know about Shilpa's dalliances with Balram uncle. We had started talking normally, neither of us making any reference to "that" topic. I visited Balram uncle's house a couple more times, but the servant always said he had no idea when he would return from Calcutta.
Then one night, when Shilpa came to bed, dressed in her usual sleeping garb, a t-shirt without a bra and shorts. She put her head on my chest and hugged me. This was her usual way sign for saying she wanted to have sex. We had not had sex since the day of the revelations. This would be the first time. I rolled her over and started kissing her. We kissed for a few minutes, and then I took her t-shirt off and started playing with her boobs. Licking and biting her nipples like she loved, I had gotten her turned on, and she started breathing heavily.
That's when I said,
"Shilpa."
"Um hmm?" she moaned.
"I want to ask you something if you promise not to get upset." I said.
She stayed silent for a few seconds, sighed and then said,
"Ok."
"Tell me about the first time he touched your boobs." I said and started playing with her nipples again. She moaned, ran her fingers through my hair and said,
"Power cut."
"What?" I asked, looking around, but the lights were on.
"There was a power cut. And it was a hot day." she said.
"Oh."
"I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. With a bra, before you ask."
"How many days was this after he felt up your ass for the first time?"
She paused a little and said,
"Maybe 3-4 days."
"Had he been feeling you up on subsequent days too?"
"No. I stopped wearing skirts after that. Wore either jeans or shorts." she answered.
"Okay, so there was a power cut. Then?"
She took a deep breath and said,
"It was getting very hot and we were both sweating. He asked me what part of the portrait I was working on, and I said his face. So he asked me if it was OK if he took off his shirt, because he was feeling very hot. I said OK, and he took his shirt off."
"Revealing his huge paunch?" I asked, now kissing her neck.
"Yes."
"Then?"
"Then," she continued "I continued painting. But it really was hot. So he said this is a very unfair world, because men can go topless any time, but women can't. And he said how drenched my t-shirt was with sweat. Then he said I should take it off if I wanted. He promised he wouldn't do anything. I said no, it was OK, but he insisted politely. Finally I though, what the heck. It was very hot, and I was wearing a bra anyway. So I took the t-shirt off."
"And he saw your bra-covered tits?" I asked, sliding her shorts off.
"Yes."
"So how did he touch them?"
"I am coming to that." she said, pushing my pyjamas down. "The bra was drenched too and sticking against my skin, so I had to keep adjusting it. That's when he said I should take it off too. I said no thanks. And he said, take it off, make this old man's day. said he hadn't seen young women's breasts in decades. He also said he had seen parts of me much more private anyway. So why be ashamed about the breasts?"
"Hmmmm" I said as I entered his sopping wet pussy with my hard cock.
"Ummm." Shilpa said, reacting to my entry, and continued. "But I said or did nothing. So he got off the chair he was sitting on, came close to me. I didn't say anything. Just stood like that. He stepped behind me and with one flick of his fingers, unhooked my bra. Ahhhhh."
She moaned louder as I started pumping her harder.
"Go on." I said throatily.
"He then pulled the bra and threw it on the floor, turned me around with his hands on my shoulder. And saw my boobs. He stared at them for a few seconds and then touched them. I wanted to stop him, but I felt what harm could a little feel do?"
She said all this with grunts and pauses in between because now I was fucking her in full earnest.
"What did he do? Describe it for me." I said in between strokes.
"He fondled them, pressed them.......... kissed them, licked them. Ahhh ohhhh.." she started yelling as her orgasm hit. usually, Shilpa didn't make any noises in bed even when she came. So her moans and her narration drove me over the edge too. We both came together, shaking and quaking in each others arms.
Then we lay together like that, wrapped around each other for a few minutes. Finally I spoke.
"How long?"
"What?" she said.
"How long did he play with your boobs?"
"Maybe five minutes. And then the power came back on. So I told him to stop or else. And he did."
"Didn't you feel aroused?" I asked.
"No." she said a little too quickly.
"Shilpa!" I said questioningly.
"Well..." she said.
"I know how sensitive your boobs are. It is impossible that you did not feel aroused." I said.
"Yes, I did."
"Then?"
"Well." she said, "I went to bathroom and masturbated."
"Hmm. Ok."
"I am gonna go clean up." she said and went to the bathroom to clean my semen from her pussy.
As I heard the water running in the bathroom, a bee was buzzing in my bonnet. What was it? What was I having trouble putting my finger on? It was something she said that didn't sound quite right.
Then as I saw her step out of the bathroom naked, it hit me.
"Shilpa." I said.
"Yes, Arun?" she replied, wiping her crotch with a towel.
"Why did he say he had seen parts of you much more private than your boobs?" I asked.
"Huh?"
"You said that when he was convincing you to take your bra off, he said he had seen parts of you that were more private than your boobs anyway. So why be ashamed about the breasts? What did that mean?"
"Umm... I don't know." she said. "Maybe he meant my ass-cheeks."
"Really?"
"Yes"
"Are you sure?" I asked.
".....yes" she paused before answering.
"You paused. You're lying, aren't you, Shilpa?"
She didn't say anything, just glared at me.
"Arun, will you please stop this cross-examination?" she said.
"Shilpa, listen to me. I promise you, I won't divorce you or anything. I am not as upset by whatever you did with him, as I am by your lying. Just be honest with me." I said.
"Arun, stop doing this to me. No good will come of it. Why do you want these details?" she said angrily.
"I just want to know the whole truth. Is that too much to ask?" I asked.
"Trust me Arun, it will only make you angrier. Let sleeping dogs lie. I am not saying anything else" she said, put her clothes back on, and got into bed. She then closed her eyes and turned away from me.
"He fucked you, didn't he? That's why you won't tell me the whole truth?" I said.
She turned around, looked at me angrily and said,
"No! No! No! He did not." she said
"Then just tell me what happened. Tell me the whole truth." I said.
"OK fine. You want the whole truth. Here's the whole truth." she paused, took a deep breath and continued, "When I was teasing him with thongs under the skirt, he still didn't touch me. He looked, he even commented. But I always said no touching. Since he was listening to me, I got bolder. So one day I wore a short skirt without wearing any panties. And then bent in front of him, and he said I was showing him everything. So I pretended that I had just forgotten to wear them. That it wasn't intentional."
"So did you.." I started to say.
"Don't interrupt. Let me finish. So i said it was accidental. But I still kept bending over, and didn't put any panties on. The next day when I was doing the same thing, he go up, and started touching my butt. And my pussy. And my clit. When he started putting his finger in my pussy, I told him to stop, and he did."
She took a pause for breath and continued,
"The next day is when the power cut happened. That day too, I was wearing a skirt without panties. And then the rest of it that I told you happened. That's why he said he had seen parts more private. And convinced me to go topless."
"Is that everything?" I asked.
"No. After I got topless and he played with my boobs, in a few minutes, he started fingering me too. I told you I went to the bathroom to masturbate. That was a lie. I let him finger fuck me. In between, he took my skirt off too, and I was standing there, naked as he finger fucked me. And he made me cum."
"And?" I asked.
"And not too much, although I see this is all turning you on." she said, touching my erect cock. "After that I felt guilty, so I told him to go away. He said that was not fair and that I should help him cum, but I refused. He started unbuttoning his pants to take his cock out, but I said if he did, I would scream and call the police. So he left."
She paused and continued,
"That was the last day. After that I told him not to come over, since I could finish the painting without him. He's been calling me up since, saying "you owe me", that because he fingered me to an orgasm, I owe him an orgasm too. That's what he meant when he said I owed him. But I kept putting him off. then that day, he came to the house, and tried to convince me, but I refused. And I told him to go. That is it. The whole truth. End of story!"
I stared at her with a mix of anger and excitement. These newer details had angered me for sure. She had let some dirty old man see her fully naked, and even finger her pussy. But the same facts also turned me on beyond belief. My cock was harder than ever. And only minutes after we last had sex.
Shilpa sat up, took her tshirt and shorts off, and got on top of me, staring at me angrily. Positioning herself so her pussy was just above my cock she said,
"Well, now that you got me to tell the whole story, don't you want to fuck your slut of a wife? What are you waiting for?"
I put my hands on her waist and pulled her down hard, penetrating her pussy with my cock. And we made love, no, we fucked each other, for the second time that night. And then two more times. And then once more after waking up.
I had finished a sales call and reached the office at 6 pm. I usually didn't stay in office that late, but the order had to be entered into the system that day for a discount to apply. I went to my desk, and was entering the order in our complicated system when I heard peals of laughter and clapping sounds coming from the conference room next to my office. Already annoyed, the incessant noise ticked me off. So I knocked on the conference room door.
It was opened very slightly and Rahul, one of my colleagues opened the door.
"Rahul, will you guys keep it down?" I said.
"Arun!! Come in, come in. Something nice to show you." he chuckled.
"No dude, later. Have an order to..." I protested, but Rahul grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room and closed the door.
"Come on, man. Trust me, Here we have exactly what you need after a long day of sales calls."
I looked around. There were three other sales guys at the other end of the room, crowded around a laptop.
"What's going on?" I asked, approaching them. One of them pointed to the screen. It was some sort of a porn video. I looked away at once and continued "Guys, are you crazy? This violates so many policies! Porn in office? You'll get fired if someone catches you."
"Policy schmolicy, man." the guy whose laptop it was said. "Lighten up a bit. It's not like we are broadcasting it to the ladies. We are in a conference room after hours."
"Do what you want. I am leaving. I want to part of this." I said and turned to leave.
"At least look at the body of this babe. I wonder how ugly men like these get hotties like her." he said turning the screen in my direction.
I looked back reflexively, and stopped in my tracks after I saw the screen. The guy turned the screen around and I walked towards him and behind him to watch the screen.
"Haha, even Mr. Goody Two Shoes Arun is enchanted." another guy slapped me on the back and laughed.
Enchanted? Horrified was the word. Here's what was playing on the screen - A short dark thin man was sitting on a couch. In front of him on the floor, was a naked woman with a very hot body, on her knees, with her back to the camera. From the movement of her head, it was clear she was giving the man a blowjob. Someone else was shooting this. Still visible on the wall behind the couch, was what had made me stop in my tracks first.
It was a huge but yellowing map of the city. Ever since I was a child, I had seen that map of the city in a living room in my neighborhood. When I went there as a kid with some friends, we'd always try to find our school on the map. I also knew that maps of the city this size were not commonly available in the market. The owner of that house had gotten it specially made, because he thought it was a novel way to decorate a wall.
Now of course, it was possible that two people might have the same idea. That two people might have huge maps of the city on their living room walls. But it was almost impossible that two people would have the same servant. Because the short thin dark man sitting on the couch, getting a blowjob from a woman whose face wasn't visible, was the same servant who had told me many times recently "Don't know when Balram sahib is coming back from Calcutta."
The blowjob continued for a few more seconds, when a voice said off-camera
"Time for a close-up. Do you mind if I take a close-up, Mangal?" and laughed.
Mangal, the servant replied,
"No, sahib, no problem. Whatever you wish."
As he said that, the woman spoke without looking back,
"Don't you dare take a close-up, Balram. I told you my condition for this clip, my face shouldn't appear."
That's when one of the sales guys watching the clip with me said,
"What a bitch. Doesn't mind showing the rest of her body naked, but won't show her face?" and everyone laughed.
"Don't worry, my dear." Balram's voice said, "I will shoot it in a way that your full face isn't seen. Only your luscious lips around the cock. And you can delete the clip afterwards if you aren't satisfied."
The woman on screen was about to say something when Mangal caught her head and held it down saying,
"You talk too much. Shut up and keep sucking. Trust sahib."
And only muffled moans of protest were heard. The camera started moving closer.
"First we take a close-up of her ass." the voice on the screen said as camera zoomed in on the ass, displaying a mole on the left buttcheek that pretty much shot to bits any hopes I had of this not being my wife. "Now the pussy" and he moved the camera under her pussy, giving a dark-lit shot that didn't show it too clear, "Now her boobs" he said showing my wife's luscious boobs bouncing against Mangal's knees, "and now, the lips and the cock." And the camera moved upwards.
My heart almost stopped as I dreaded the worst. Her full face would be visible. All these sales guys knew my wife. She had worked here after all. They had set me up for humiliation. They were going to laugh at me for being a cuckold. And spread the news all over the office.
These thoughts raced through my mind as the camera slowly moved upwards, but before it could reach the face, it was yanked from Balram's hand. By my wife. And thrown to the side. All that was visible for the next few seconds was the ceiling, and then the video stopped.
"Feisty little bitch!" Rahul said.
"Where did you get this?" I asked the guy who owned the laptop.
"Some friend forwarded it to me with a bunch of other clips. Liked it, didn't you?" he said. I stayed silent, hoping that no one had recognized Shilpa's voice. No one seemed to have. He continued, "You should watch the whole thing. It's twenty minutes long."
"Awesome video. The worst part though, is that she doesn't show her face at all. And speaks only at the end." another guy piped up. "Wonder what she charges for a night, man."
"How do you know she is a prostitute? Maybe she is just some desperate housewife." Rahul asked.
"Impossible, dude. A hot bitch like her can get any man she wants. Why would she give blowjobs to an old fat guy and his servant? She has to be one of those high class whores....25,000 rupees a night types."
"Maybe. But then if she was a whore, why didn't she actually fuck anyone? All we saw was oral sex." Rahul countered.
"Maybe she didn't fuck them on camera." the guy said.
By now my head was spinning.
"Guys, I've got to go." I said and walked out of the conference room.
It had been almost three weeks since Shilpa told me "the whole truth". Or as this clip made it clear, more lies. Our sex life had improved beyond recognition. We had talked it out, she had apologized, and things were kinda normal. Or so I thought. And suddenly the whole pretense had all come crashing down.
I quietly entered the order in the system as I thought about the situation. I had to confront her. Maybe even divorce her. But I needed to know the actual truth. And I could not trust her to give it to me.
Half an hour later, I was sitting in the seedy office of a "Detective Agency" I had found using the yellow pages. One that ensured "contractual confidentiality". A few minutes later, a heavy-set middle-aged woman dressed in a saree came inside and sat on the chair behind the desk.
"So, what can I do for you, Mr..." she said.
"Arun." I said.
"Yes, what can I do for you, Mr. Arun?" she asked.
"No offence, but can I speak to the boss?" I said.
She put her elbows on the table, smiled at me and said,
"I am the boss. My name is Salma. This detective agency belongs to me."
"Oh." I said, getting up. "I am sorry, but I think I'd prefer some other agency."
Just as I reached for the door, I heard Salma say,
"Think your wife is cheating on you?"
I turned around, surprised and said,
"How did you..."
"I can guess. Can't think of any other matter you'd feel uncomfortable discussing with a woman." she said.
I stood there, unsure of what to say, She continued,
"You can walk out the door if you want, Mr. Arun. But wouldn't you trust a detective agency headed by a woman to handle this issue more sensitively and discreetly than a man?"
Mutely, I sat down.
"So tell me, what makes you suspect she is cheating on you?" she asked.
And I started talking. And talking. And talking. It felt good to talk about this with someone. Felt like a load off my chest. I told her the whole story, starting with the portrait sessions, and ending with the video clip. After I stopped talking almost twenty minutes later, Salma, who had listened in silence, said,
"Mr. Arun, you already know your wife is cheating on you. Why are you wasting money by hiring us?"
"I need to know. I need to know the whole truth." I said.
"Why?" she pressed on.
"I just do."
"Alright. you're the client. Your wish is my command. But take the advice of a woman who has seen hundreds of such cases. The truth will only hurt you. And you are already very hurt. Just leave her. Move on with your life. I can find out the absolute truth. But it is not going to help anyone. All you will buy by paying me my fees, is more misery for yourself" she said in a very kind voice.
"I need to know." I repeated like a stuck record.
"Fine, as you say."
I gave her the details like my address, Balram's address, a picture of Shilpa that I always carried in my wallet, and a cheque for the advance. And I left for home.
When I got home, Shilpa was watching the TV. I came in, and she kissed me. From my body language in barely returning that kiss, she sensed something was wrong.
"What happened? Bad day at work?" she asked.
"You could say that." I replied and walked to the couch.
"Lost an important account?" she asked.
"Worse. Lost any trust I had in my wife." I replied calmly, sitting down on the couch. Shilpa stared at me, mouth agape,
"What now?" she finally asked.
"Why didn't you tell me the whole truth like I asked you to?" I asked.
"I did." she said tentatively.
"Well, I have proof that you didn't. That you left out something. And that you crossed some more lines." I said.
"What? That's not true." she protested.
"Shilpa, I swear I am sick of your lies. Now I know for a fact that you have lied to me." I said.
"On what basis do you say that?" she asked.
"I am not revealing that. Or else you will alter the truth on the basis of what I know and again lie to me. Let's just saw I know everything. Now tell me. And remember, if I catch a single lie, I am throwing you out of the house right now and calling a lawyer for a divorce."
"Arun!! Please!!" she said.
"Shut up!" I yelled. "Start talking. And remember, if you lie and I catch it, based on what I know, you are out of this house."
Shilpa just sat there, staring at me. The conniving bitch, I thought to myself. I always thought she was an innocent clean-hearted lady. And yet she had been brazenly and confidently lying to me.
"Arun, I am sorry. Please don't make us go through this again." she pleaded.
"Maybe I should help you start talking. I am going to ask you some questions. Yes or No. And if you lie to even one of them, this marriage is over. Keep telling the truth and we still might salvage something." I said.
She said nothing. I continued.
"Ok. First question, did you give Balram a blowjob?"
"Yes." she said flatly.
"More than once?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Did he fuck you?" I asked.
She stayed silent, clearly thinking. Like a poker player trying to guess the cards of someone who has gone all in.
"Did he fuck you?" I repeated.
Finally, she decided to fold.
"Yes." she replied.
And there it was. Confirmed. I had no evidence of it from the video clip, but she had admitted it. My shoulders sagged.
"I am sorry, Arun." she whispered.
"I am not done yet. Have you fucked anyone apart from me since I caught you with Balram that day?" I asked.
"NO!"
"Shilpa, are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, I am sure. I am not lying, Arun. Since that day, I have been faithful." she said.
"OK, before that, was Balram the only one or did he have someone else with him?" I asked.
"You already know it all. Why are you asking me?" she said.
"Answer me." I said.
"Yes." she said.
"Name?" I asked.
"Shambhu."
Shambhu? Who the hell was Shambhu? I thought to myself. Nevertheless I continued.
"And? Who else?"
"Gurmeet." she said.
"And? Who else??" I asked.
"No one else."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
She paused and looked at me confused.
"Well, I guess technically Savitri too."
"Savitri? Our maid?" I asked. This was all getting too much. I had come home expecting her to admit to fucking Balram and his servant Mangal, but there were two other guys and our maid involved too.
"Yes...... you didn't know?" she asked, surprised.
"Who else?" I asked.
"That's it?"
"Yes."
"Positive?"
"Yes."
"Last chance."
"Wait!" she said. "Do you mean just having actual sex or.......other stuff too?"
I slumped back in the couch, unable to take it any more.
"Shilpa.... just start at the beginning. And tell me the whole truth this time."
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