And she started narrating,
"Some of what I told you before is true. Except that Balram wasn't as shy and reluctant as I made him out to be. He is very talkative and charming. And has a way with words. And because he doesn't look that great, his skills at conversation and manipulating are even more surprising and caught me off-guard."
"Right from the first day, he talked a lot. Told me about himself, his family, his dead wife, his kids. Asked me about myself. Where I grew up, what I did, how I met you and all that. The conversation flowed very naturally. Then he started talking about his wife a lot. How he missed her. How she was a lovely woman."
"What else did he say about her?" I asked.
"Well, a lot of things, but the relevant part was when he talked about how graceful she was.... and how she dressed."
"How she dressed?" I asked.
"Yes, he said she was always dressed smartly, in skirts, shorts, tops and everything. How she had a good body and wasn't shy in flaunting it. Even in her older years. Not like all other Indian women who start dressing frumpily after they get married. I obviously said, not all Indian women. He said, yes, all, even me. I laughed and asked what he was talking about? And he said every day he was me wearing trackpants, loose jeans, loose shorts, t-shirts... as if I was trying to hide my body. And I protested saying, that's not true. I dress that way when I paint for comfort. He scoffed at me, saying I was just making excuses. And that whether I like it or not, I had turned into a frumpy 'aunty' after marriage. That was the start of his manipulation."
"Hmmm." I said. She went on,
"So obviously, the next day, just to prove him wrong, I wore a tank-top and a knee-length skirt. When he came and sat in his chair, I expected him to comment on the change in my attire. But he did no such thing. Just made conversation about other things. Finally, when he got ready to go, I asked him if he didn't notice anything different about me. He looked at me clueless and said, no. I did a small twirl and said - my clothes today? And he started laughing. He said this showed how frumpy I had gotten. This attire was not considered too revealing even in the 70s when he and his wife were young, he said. If this was my idea of trendy, it showed how I was typical. He was laughing even as he left the house."
"What a clever bastard." I said. "So let me guess, the next day, you wore even skimpier clothes?"
"Yes." Shilpa said wistfully. "I wore one of those tiny skirts. And I realized he was right. I hadn't worn it in months. And I wore that halter top, the one which shows almost my whole back. When he came, he gave me a look of approval and a smile. But didn't say anything. He took his post and I started painting. Finally after an hour or so he said - ok, I know you want me to notice your attire, so fine, at last you are dressed properly. He had almost made me wait for his approval so much that I beamed in happiness. A while later, I dropped my brush accidentally."
"Ah. So he.." I said, but Shilpa snapped,
"Don't interrupt. I bent down, mindful of the fact that he might get a glimpse of my panties. Wanting to tease this smug bastard, I stayed bent a little longer than needed. When I got up, I saw that he was laughing. I asked why he was laughing. And he said because of what he saw. And I said, was he a small boy to giggle that he saw a girl's undies? And he said no, he wasn't laughing for that. So I asked why then? He said it showed I was still frumpy at heart. Confused, I asked huh? And he said he found it funny that I wore "grandma underpants" with such a pretty skirt."
"Oh! Bastard." I said.
"I know. I said there's nothing wrong with those panties. And he said, surely maybe for a frumpy Indian aunty. But his wife would have worn trendier underwear. I didn't say anything. Just fumed and kept painting. That's when Savitri came."
Savitri is our maid who cleans the house and does dishes and laundry. She is a petite young woman, not excessively beautiful, but not ugly either.
"Savitri usually came in the morning. But from that day she was going to come in the afternoon. So she came into the studio, with her broom and mop. When she came in, she first stared at me wide-eyed, maybe because she had never seen me in such revealing clothes. Then she looked at Balram, said "Balramji!" and actually blushed and smiled. That puzzled me. She then started sweeping the floor and I noticed that all the time, Balram kept checking her out. Almost shamelessly. Even more puzzling, Savitri noticed, but kept working with a wry smile on his face."
"A while later Savitri was done cleaning the studio, she left. As she was going, Balram said "tata!" and she giggled. A minute later, Balram got up and said, he'd be right back. I casually asked, bathroom break? He said, no. And left the studio. I waited there for a few minutes, and then decided to get a drink of water. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Balram standing there wiping his mouth, and Savitri hurriedly adjusting her saree. Clearly, they had been doing something."
"Balram and the maid?" I asked.
"Yes. Well, I ignored them, drank water, and went back to the studio. Balram followed me. He sat in his place and I resumed painting. I asked him casually if there was something up between him and Savitri. He smiled and said, gentleman don't kiss and tell. I smiled and said, I thought Savitri was married. He said she was. But she knew what she wanted. Then he said, it is only middle class and upper middle class Indian women who become frumpy after marriage, another jab at me. Women like Savitri, he said, discover their true appeal after marriage. I said to him he was disgusting, taking advantage of a poor woman like that. He said he hadn't forced her. They had played a game of seduction some time back. Shocked, I asked him if he had slept with her. And he guffawed and said, gentlemen don't fuck and tell either."
"He then launched into a speech about how she was pretty, and graceful, and insatiable. How he had flirted with her and she had flirted back. How women like me could learn a thing or two from women like her, he said derisively. By then I was really pissed off at his constant indirect putting down of me. I decided to teach the old man a lesson."
"Which is exactly what he wanted?" I asked.
"Yeah, I suppose. The next day, I wore an even skimpier halter top, the one that just barely covers my boobs? And I actually went out and bought an even shorter skirt. One that just barely stopped below my pussy. I wore it, with a thong underneath. I wanted to tease and torment the old man so much that he'd get a boner in front of me. When he rang bell at the usual time, I went to open the door, and I was surprised to see another man with him."
"Another man?" I asked.
"Yes. That was Shambhu, his friend. Also old and retired. Balding, like Balram, but not fat. In fact, very skinny. I was so embarrassed to suddenly be in such revealing clothes in front of a stranger. Standing there with my legs fully visible, my bare back on display, and my boobs almost spilling out of the two straps of the halter, I felt like hiding somewhere. I didn't say anything. Balram introduced me to Shambhu very nonchalantly. Said he was a friend who had come to visit him from out of town, and he hoped I didn't mind if he stayed and gave him company. Obviously, I could not say no. If Balram was a chatterbox, Shambhu was the opposite. Didn't say much. Just sat on another chair and kept listening to Balram yammer on and on."
"And of course, stared at me. He kept staring at me so much, I started feeling conscious and thought about changing into something more decent. Finally the doorbell rang, and I guessed it was Savitri. I excused myself to go open the door. I had also decided to change while I was away, but just as I walked out, Balram said - you are looking really pretty today, very perfectly dressed. The first proper compliment he had given me. I smiled, almost basking in the glow of his rare compliment and went to open the door."
"Who was at the door? The Gurmeet guy you mentioned?" I asked.
"No, it was Savitri. She came in, again, staring wide-eyed at me. I started walking back when she called out to me. Memsaab, she said, wait a minute. I asked what was it. She said to me - be careful of Balramji. He is not completely what he seems. I found that a little presumptuous and nosy. I asked her, what the hell did she mean? She said, and I quote - In just a week, he has taken you from shirt and pants to this.... think about how long it will take him to get these little pieces of cloth off. That pissed me off. I shot her an angry look and said - Mind your own business, and don't forget your place. I am a married woman. She smiled and said - sorry if I am saying too much, but I am a married woman too. Which is why I am telling you, be careful. I told her to go do her work and stop talking too much. And fuming, I went back to the studio. I was so upset at Savitri, that I forgot to change."
"Just as I was about to enter the studio, I overheard Balram and Shambhu talking. I heard my name so I stopped a couple of feet away to listen. Shambhu said - Shilpa seems quite hot. Balram said - She is good looking, I'll give you that, but I bet she is a typical repressed middle class Indian girl. Shambhu said - Doesn't seem so from what she is wearing. Balram said - Heh. She is doing that just to prove a point, and even then she is so scared and conscious about you looking at her. Her maid is more self-aware than her. Shambhu - Really?. Balram - Yeah, I bet this Shilpa has never seduced a man in her life. Just gone from momma's house to hubby's house."
"They knew you were listening, didn't they?" I asked.
"Yeah, in retrospect, I am sure they did."
"So what happened next?"
"I walked in at this point, pretending that I hadn't heard anything. I started painting again. And once more, Shambhu was staring at me, and Balram was just chattering away to Shambhu without looking at me too much. I finally decided to make Balram pay attention. I said to him - I need you to change your pose. I went close to him. Bent a little in the waist, and touched his chin with my hand and lifted his face upwards, and then moved it sideways. Now Balram was paying attention. His eyes were staring at my boobs which were partially displayed from the sides of the halter top."
"Was he getting a hard-on?" I asked.
"I don't think so. Anyway, just as I was doing that, Shambhu said - I am going to use the bathroom. I was standing between his chair and Balram's chair. He could have gone from the other direction. But instead and I am sure on purpose, he squeezed behind me. In doing so, he very "innocently" bumped into me. Actually, it felt as if he pushed me. Whatever it was, it made me loose my footing and fall towards Balram."
"The way I fell, my face went above Balram's left shoulder, and my shoulder bumped into his chest. I was just about to regain my footing and get up when......" Shilpa paused.
"When what?" I asked.
"Well... very swiftly, Balram put his arms behind my back, pulled me down into his lap and..... kissed me. He kissed me hard, very passionately. First I tried to resist and free myself from his grasp. But he was too strong, and also, well, honestly, his kiss was too good to break out of. I stopped struggling in a few second and started kissing him back. Without realizing, I put my left hand on his almost bald head. We were like that, lip-locked for at least a minute. And finally he broke free for air and inhaled."
"After he broke the kiss, I noticed Shambhu was standing behind him, with a wide smile on his face. Without looking at him, Balram said - Shambhu, you were going to the bathroom? Shambhu immediately walked out of the studio. I was still in Balram's arms, resting on his lap....well part lap and part paunch.... with my hands around his neck. I was still reeling from the after effects of his kiss, a kiss that I would have never expected someone like him to be capable of."
"As I lay there in his arms, he lowered his head and kissed me again, but this time, I felt his hand go lower and reach beneath my skirt. I was still lost in his kiss and I barely registered that he had taken my thong off. Then he broke his kiss and I felt his finger on my clit. I looked down and noticed with shock that he had flipped my tiny skirt above my waist, and my naked pussy was on full display. That's when reality suddenly hit me. I realized what I was doing and I yelled - stop! let me go!"
"Did he let you go?" I asked.
"Yes" Shilpa said, "he did. I immediately got up and he started laughing. He said - I knew you are too frumpy to give in to your natural instincts for too long. I responded by saying - shut up. I am a married woman. And you just took advantage of me. He said - I took advantage? All you had to say was stop. As soon as you did, I let you go. He was right. So I just stood there, unable to say anything. Finally when I gathered some thoughts to say something, the door opened and Savitri walked in. She looked me at, standing there, and Balram sitting on the chair. I bent down to see and make sure my skirt was no still bunched up. To my relief, it was not. Wordlessly, I walked back to the canvas and picked up some brushes to decide which one to use next."
"But as it happened, I was still very shaken at what had happened - how I had let a strange man kiss me. So my hands started trembling in nervousness, and suddenly the brushes all fell out of my hand and down on the floor and scattered around the half the room. Reflexively, I bent down, got on my hands and knees and started collecting them. I was so nervous and shaken that I didn't realize...."
"That you had no panties on?" I completed her sentence. She nodded.
"And a lot of the brushes had fallen behind me, so my butt was facing Balram and Savitri. And with that tiny skirt having ridden up, my ass and my pussy were visible to both of them."
I pictured the scene in my head. My beautiful wife's sculpted and perfect butt, and usually shaven pussy, on display as she was on all fours, with a tiny skirt riding up. My erection now started coming to life.
"In a few seconds I realized what I was showing and I immediately stood straight. Looked behind cautiously. And I saw three faces with contrasting expressions. Balram was grinning ear to ear. Savitri was shaking her head knowingly. And Shambhu, who had entered the room without my realizing, had a hungry wolf expression on his face, with his tongue hanging out."
"Did they fuck you then?" I asked, rubbing my erection over my pants.
"No. Not yet." Shilpa replied.
"So what happened next?"
"I suddenly felt a sense of dread and panic overcome me. Immediately I said - umm...that's it for today. I won't be painting any more. Please leave. And I ran out of the studio and ran up to the bedroom. I rushed to the closet, and quickly put on underpants, a bra, trackpants and a loose t-shirt. As I came out of the bedroom, I saw Balram and Shambhu had left. And Savitri was sweeping the living room. When she saw me, she stopped sweeping and said - Memsaab, I told you.... but I interrupted her and said - You should go now, complete the cleaning tomorrow. She again said - But please listen.. and I interrupted her and yelled - Didn't you hear me? Just go!"
"So what happened next?" I asked.
"At that point I had decided I had made a big mistake. I decided to end the portrait sessions. I called up Balram and told him, it's done, don't come over tomorrow. I am finished. He didn't say anything. Said OK and hung up."
"So.... how did he come back?" I asked.
"Remember the evening he dropped by for tea for the first time?" Shilpa asked.
"Yeah." I answered.
"It was that day. I was going to tell you everything that very day, come clean and apologize. Because the damage had not been completely done. But I think he saw you come home and immediately landed up for a supposed "social visit". The three of us had tea, snacks and talked about things. Well that time, when you went to the bathroom, he quietly handed me a note and whispered - read this as soon as you can. I put the note in my pocket and went to the bathroom after you. And read it in the bathroom. I was expecting an apology note."
"Was it?" I asked.
"No!" Shilpa said. "It was a blackmail note. Well, sort of. He had written something like - I have no interest in seducing frumpy women like you. What happened today was just a small accident. Obviously, you have taken it too seriously and decided to cancel the portrait. I don't care about seducing you. But I want that portrait completed to gift it to my daughter. So you ARE going to complete it. I am coming over tomorrow to pose for it. As soon as you read this note, come out and ask me what time I am coming tomorrow, as a sign that you are agreeing. If you don't agree, I will mention all about today's incident to your husband. In fact i will tell him I have slept with you. And if he doesn't believe me, I will tell him about the mole on your left buttcheek."
"Son of a bitch!" I said.
"Yes, so I had no choice. I came out and asked him what time we he was coming the next day. And he beamed and said noon." Shilpa replied.
"So the next day he fucked you?" I asked. She smiled at me wistfully and said,
"If only he operated that simply. He didn't want to blackmail or coerce me into sex. He wanted me to...." Shilpa trailed off.
"Wanted you to?" I asked.
"He wanted me to beg for it." she said. "Anyway, I need to use the bathroom. I'll be back in a few minutes."
I sat there ruminating over the story she had told me. This seemed true. I was convinced that finally she was being truthful. But the manipulativeness of Balram stunned me. On one hand it angered me. But on the other hand, I had to admire how he had played Shilpa like a puppet from the word go. And clearly, there was a lot more to come.
Shilpa came back from the bathroom and started narrating what happened next.
"The next day, I decided to dress frumpy. I wore a long sleeved t-shirt, with a bra underneath. And wore trackpants with the grandma panties. Shortly after noon, he was at the door. I had expected Shambhu to be with him, but thankfully he was alone. He didn't say a word, not as much as a smile. Just walked straight to the studio and took his pose. I also went behind him wordlessly and started painting. And then, the powercut happened."
"So the powercut story was true?" I asked.
"Well, mostly. Except he didn't ask for permission to take his shirt off. He commanded me to work on his face and took the shirt off. Then.... he took his pants off too, and sat there in his underwear. And that is when I noticed the big bulge in his underwear."
"He was hard?" I asked.
"No, he was not. But the bulge, even without an erection is very.....substantial. I kept painting, but I couldn't resist peeking at his bulge. Which he noticed. He asked me if I wanted to see more, and I said no."
"Did you?" I asked.
"Well." Shilpa said, "I said no the couple of times at least. Anyway, after that he started pestering me to take my t-shirt off too. I kept saying no, but he kept insisting. And then he made the wisecrack about seeing my private parts. And he added, he could understand if I wasn't confident of my ability to resist him, which is why I was wearing a shirt in such oppressive heat. Again, he challenged my self-esteem and I got manipulated. I took off the shirt. Then a while later, he kept goading me to take the bra off, again making similar comments about my insecurity about being able to resist him. So I took the bra off too and started painting topless."
"In a couple of minutes, I noticed the bulge in his underwear kept getting bigger and bigger. I tried to look away but it was just.... too big. He caught me looking and said - well, it is growing because of you fabulous boobs, and because you are the cause, I think you really should see it. I shook my head. He asked again. I shook my head again, but this time slower. The next time he asked, I didn't say anything. So he got up, and took his underwear off."
"And is it....big?" I asked.
"Oh yes. It is."
"Bigger than mine? Tell me honestly." I asked, and regretted the question as soon as I asked it.
"Yes. It is way bigger. You know that porn star Ron Jeremy.... he looked like him....old, hairy, balding, big paunch, but a bigger dick. And I realized where he got his cocky confidence from, no pun intended. Anyway, I watched spellbound as he came close to me. I could not take my eyes off his dick. Pretty soon he was next to me, and playing with my boobs like I told you last time. Or I should say attacking them. He played with them for a few minutes, bringing me into a heightened state of arousal."
"Were you playing with his dick?" I asked.
"Yes, I was. Running my hands up and down it, feeling its girth and length. He kept playing with my tits and I kept playing with his dick. After a few minutes, he asked me to get completely naked. I obeyed, like a slave. Instantly, I pushed my pants and panties down and stepped out of them. He then started fingering my clit and my pussy, standing right there. He did that for a few more minutes and by now, if he had wanted, he could have fucked me and I would not have protested."
"But he didn't?" I asked and Shilpa shook her head.
"His cellphone which was in his pants started ringing. He left me standing there, my pussy sopping wet and my nipples hardened and went to answer the phone. He took the phone out of the pants, listened for a few seconds, and just said - ok just a minute. He then disconnected the phone, and beckoned me over with his finger. I walked towards him, as if in a trance. He asked me to sit down on the chair and I did. He asked me to open my legs wide apart and I did, hoping he would fuck me. But instead he took my right hand, put my fingers in my pussy and said - do this."
"Weird. And then?" I asked.
"And then," Shilpa said, "he walked out of the studio, just like that. Naked, his huge cock still fully erect. I sat there, fingering myself like he had ordered. And waited for him to come back. I thought he had gone to the bathroom or something. So I waited. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Nothing. Finally, I got tired of fingering myself, and decided to go and see where he was."
"And where was he?"
"He was in the living room." Shilpa said. "On the couch. Or rather, Savitri was on the couch and he was on top of Savitri, fucking her gradually. I walked towards them and stood behind the couch. My eyes first went to their crotches. Balram's dick was pistoning in and out of Savitri's cunt, and yet it did not completely enter her pussy. Savitri was lying on her back, fully naked, her tiny boobs gyrating. Her eyes were half closed, as if in a trance. But when she heard me approach, she looked into my eyes, and I looked into hers. She registered my nakedness and smiled ruefully."
"I stood there for a few minutes, but Balram did not as much as look at me. He was ignoring me. And I just stood there, watching him fuck her. Like watching my own personal porno. After about ten minutes, as Balram fucked her harder, he finally looked at me and said - why are you standing there like a zombie? Sit on the couch and finger yourself. I walked around the couch and sat next to Savitri's bouncing head. Still looking at them, I started fingering myself. Savitri looked up at me, reached up with her hands and started fondling my left breast. This went on for a while, after which Balram withdrew his dick and told Savitri to get on her knees. She did and Balram started fucking her doggy style."
"Savitri's face was now right next to my hips, and whenever a hard thrust pushed her forward, she'd lick me. After a couple of minutes, Balram asked me to turn sideways facing him. I did, and almost immediately, Savitri put her tongue on my clit. I was already pretty worked up. Add to it the sight in front of my eyes - my maid, fully naked, on her knees, being fucked by a dirty old man. It did not take me too long to have an orgasm. As I got done with the orgasm and relaxed my muscles, Balram spat at me."
"He spat at you?" I asked absentmindedly. By now my erection was raging hard.
"Yes, he spat at me and said - typical middle class housewife, cums so easily. Look at Savitri. I've been fucking her for twenty minutes and yet no orgasm. You know why, he asked. And then answered - because I haven't let her have one yet. You want to see me make her cum in 30 seconds? I just stared at him, with glazed eyes. He said, observe. He pulled Savitri's hips closer to him and started fucking her at an increased tempo. And the expression on Savitri's face, which was still at my crotch, changed dramatically. Her eyes rolled upwards, her mouth was wide open and she started whining. The whine grew louder until it became a shriek. And then, as Balram continued to pound her, she grabbed me around the waist, hugged me tight for support, and started shaking. I started shaking with her, and her orgasm hit her in full force. And I tell you, Arun, it was..... like something I have never seen before. The way she shook, the way she wailed.... the intensity of her goosebumps... and she even started to cry. She shook like that for a good minute or so, and then finally fell silent and motionless."
"Balram however, kept fucking her. He then said to me - come here, and get down next to me on your knees. I did as I was told. And he took out his dick and shoved it in my mouth. I tasted the different flavors on it - Balram's juices mixed with Savitri's. Bitter and salty. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. With barely half his dick in my mouth, it was hitting the back of my throat. He fucked my face like that for about half a minute, then took his dick out and started fucking Savitri again, making her moan once more."
"Damn." I said, getting my dick out and stroking it. I noticed that Shilpa was now breathing hard too, clearly turned on by the memory of what had happened.
"He fucked Savitri for a minute, then fucked my face, then Savitri, then my face. He kept doing that for at least ten more minutes, and I wondered, is this man ever going to cum? My jaw muscles started hurting and Savitri's moans made it seem like she was almost unconscious. Finally he took his dick out of my mouth and then started doing eenie meenie miney moe."
"He started doing what?" I asked, wondering if I had heard right.
"Eenie meenie miney moe. With my head and Savitri's cunt. And it ended at her cunt. So he said - you win, Savitri. Then he inserted his dick into her very hard and started fucking her at a really high speed. I felt he'd tear her cunt apart with the force. But instead, Savitri started the whining noise I had heard a while back. I stared dumbfounded as Savitri's body was wracked by another orgasm, and Balram also started making guttural noises. He was finally orgasming. Both their bodies shook and shivered, until they both finally finished their orgasms."
"Balram kept his dick buried in her cunt for a few seconds, and stood still, then he took it out and shoved it in my mouth. I slurped at it hungrily, licking off the semen and pussy juice on it. After I licked his dick clean, Balram pulled me up by the hair and brought my face in front of Savitri's oozing cunt. He said to me - eat it clean. I looked at him, confused. He said - slurp and swallow everything you see, then put your fingers in her cunt and take out as much of my jizz as you can, and eat it to. Now. In front of me."
"Ohhhhh" I said...this sounded so depraved and kinky that I could not hold my own orgasm any longer. I pulled Shilpa's head, put my dick in her mouth and started shooting. She obediently took it all in her mouth. And then, swallowed it all. I vaguely made a note to myself that she had never swallowed my cum except for when we had first started dating. Clearly, Balram had awakened the swallower in her once more.
Shilpa gulped down my juice very nonchalantly and continued,
"And I did it. I licked the hairy pussy of my own maid. Dipped my fingers inside her cunt, dug out gobs of cum and ate it. In five minutes, I had cleaned up Savitri's cunt completely."
"Then?" I asked
"Then, I stood there, unsure of what to do. I was expecting it to be my turn next. I was expecting that Balram would fuck me now. But instead he said - Savitri, get dressed and do your work. Shilpa, let's go back to the painting. I felt like asking him to fuck me too. But I guess my pride got in the way. He should be asking to fuck me, not the other way round, I stupidly thought even in that situation. So I walked back with him to the studio. And continued painting, naked. A while later, the power was back on, but I still remained naked, maybe hoping that this would entice Balram. But it did not. His cock got hard again after a while, but he sat there, as if waiting for me to make the first movie. And I waited for him to approach me."
"But neither of us blinked. So he yelled and called out Savitri's name. She came running, now fully dressed. He gestured her to get naked and sit on his cock. Savitri looked at me unsurely. She knew what I was thinking. Then she said to him - why don't you do Memsaab first? He said to her sternly - she doesn't deserve it yet. Do you want to do it or not? And Savitri meekly took off her clothes. Again, in front of my eyes, they fucked. This time I stood some distance away and watched. Finally Balram came inside her, this time a bit sooner than before, and again told me - eat her clean again. He then got dressed and walked out."
"I stood there for a while. Savitri was still lying on the floor, her eyes glazed, her pussy dripping with cum. I finally went to her, got on my knees and started lapping at it. After a few minutes, when she regained her breath she said to me - Memsaab. I told you to be careful. Now....now he will make you beg for it. He made me beg for it, and he'll make you beg for it too. Like a street bitch." ===========
Shilpa fell silent. I cleared my throat suggestively, asking her to go on.
"Arun, tell me something." she said.
"Yeah?"
"How did you know I was lying before?" she asked.
"I'll tell you after you've finished narrating." I replied.
"Come on! Tell me. Did Savitri tell you? It has to be her!" Shilpa pressed me for an answer.
"It was not Savitri." I said.
"Then who?" she asked. "Please, I have been telling you so much. Can't you just answer one question?"
For a moment, I considered telling her about the video clip. The clip that showed her naked, going down on Mangal. But then I remembered she hadn't mentioned him when I asked her to name everyone that she had been with. Which made me wonder....as elaborate as her narration had been, was she still hiding something from me?
"Why do you want to know that so badly?" I asked.
"Why wouldn't I?" she countered.
"You know.... I am beginning to wonder if you still intend to hide some things. Maybe that is why you are giving such an erotic description of everything. To turn me on and distract me from some real questions."
"WHAT??" she yelled angrily, "I am giving erotic descriptions to turn you on? You are the one asking me detailed questions, Arun. What was I doing, what was I wearing, where was he standing.....how was his dick? Why don't you admit that you are the one who wants to get turned on? You are the one who loves the idea of my being used and abused by a dirty old man? Admit it, Arun, just admit it. I have lied to you, but you are lying to yourself."
Her outburst surprised me. And angered me.
"How dare you turn this around on me?" I said.
"I am turning it around on anything, Arun. I am just saying, every time you ask me about it, you want answers in details, like from some erotic story. And every time, you get turned on and we have sex. And you are not willing to admit that it turns you on? That you are ......" she trailed off.
"That I am what?" I asked.
"That you are...happy to be a cuckold? Turned on by being a cuckold?" she said glaring at me.
"Bullshit!" I shouted a little too emphatically, possibly to cover hide my self-doubt with anger. "Stop manipulating me, Shilpa. Every time you start this type of a mind game, I get convinced you are hiding more than you are revealing."
She just sat there, still glaring.
"OK, let me ask you some straight questions. You said you had sex with Shambhu too."
She nodded.
"How many times?"
"How many days or how many times?" she countered, with an evil grin.
"Tell me both." I said.
"Actual sex or other stuff too..... like oral?" she asked again.
"Tell me all." I said.
"See, you are the one who wants details. Isn't it enough to know that Shambhu had his way with me? How does it help you to know how many times? Unless you want to get titillated again."
She had a point there. So I asked another question,
"Did you have sex on our bed?"
"Yes." was her curt reply.
"Where else in the house, apart from the couch?" I asked.
"The kitchen table, the living room desk, the living room floor, the studio floor, the studio chair, the guest room, the corridor and......the roof." she answered.
"The roof? In broad daylight?" I asked surprised. Our house is single-storeyed, and the roof is visible from the a lot of houses and buildings nearby.
"Yes, in broad daylight." she said.
"With whom?" I asked.
"On the roof? With Gurmeet." she answered.
"Who is Gurmeet?"
"Our postman."
"What??? You have been fucking our postman?"
"Yes."
"How did it start?"
"There you go again. Details, details." she smiled, clearly enjoying this.
"Don't tell me the whole story. Just tell me in short how it first happened." I said.
"I was in the living room, getting finger-fucked by Balram while I sucked Shambhu, and that's when the doorbell rang. Balram had still not fucked me till then. He said that if I wanted to get fucked by him, I should open the door naked. I did. It was Gurmeet the postman with a registered letter. While I was signing, Balram told him to come inside and wait. And then.... he asked me to give Gurmeet a blowjob. And eventually it led to sex. That's the whole thing in short." she said.
"But doesn't he come around every day even now?" I asked.
"Yes. But before you ask, I don't sleep with him any more." she answered.
I paused for a second. There were so many questions jostling in my mind, but then my mind went back to the video clip and I asked,
"Were your sex games limited to just our house?" I asked.
"No." she said.
"Where else?" I asked.
"Balram's house, Shambhu's house too." she said.
"Anywhere else?" I asked. She paused for a few seconds and shook her head.
"Wasn't Balram's servant at home?" I asked.
"Yes, he was." she said.
"Did he also fuck you?"
"No."
"Shilpa?"
"What??"
"Did his servant not fuck you?" I asked.
"No." she said emphatically.
"Did he see you naked?"
"Yes." she said, almost sounding disappointed that I finally asked the right question.
"Did you suck his dick?" I asked
"Yes."
"So how did not fuck you?" I asked.
"Well, he was going to. Balram wanted it to happen. But then, there was a small incident and we had a fight."
"What was the fight about?" I asked.
She stayed silent. As if picking her words carefully.
"They wanted me to do something." she finally spoke, "And I didn't want to do it. That disagreement happened right when I was sucking his servant's dick. So we fought, and I came home."
"What did they want you to do?" I asked, knowing fully well she was referring to the video clip.
"I'd rather not say."
"What if I said I know what it is?" I said. She stared at me, confused. I continued, "I saw the video clip of you sucking Mangal's dick."
"What???" she asked, her face ashen.
"Yes, I did."
"How...who...where.....how did you see it?" she asked.
"Some guys at work were watching it and I happened to walk in." I said. At this point her face turned completely white and she started trembling.
"Oh shit! Oh no! Oh God, I'm dead." she said, and started crying. For a moment I felt like taking her in my arms and consoling her, but I resisted the urge.
Then she turned her face upwards, looked at me and yelled,
"You idiot! You know there's a clip of your wife being forwarded around and you were sitting here making me tell you my sexual escapades in detail? What's wrong with you, Arun? Where's your sense of priorities?"
I didn't say anything. She continued,
"Now everyone knows. Everyone at work, I am sure."
"No one knows. Your face isn't visible in it." I said.
That seemed to make her take a pause from crying,
"It isn't?" she said.
"No, it isn't. The guys who were watching it were also ruing about how the woman on screen never shows her face. And I saw how it ended too, with you knocking the camera away."
"But then....how did you know it was me?" she asked.
"Firstly, I recognized the big map on Balram's wall. Secondly, I recognized his servant. And thirdly, I know your body very well, and if there was any doubt, one of the zoom shots clearly showed that mole on your left butt cheek."
She continued crying, but not as hysterically. I sat there two feet away from her. After about ten minutes of crying, she got up and went to the bathroom. She washed her face and said,
"I have a headache. I have had enough of all this. I am going to sleep." she said. I looked at the clock. It was close to midnight. I nodded and follower her upstairs. We both lay down on the bed, with some distance between us. She seemed to have fallen asleep at once. I tossed and turned for a few hours thinking about what had happened and what I should do next, and it was close to dawn when I finally fell asleep.
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