Hi friends. I am back. This is continuation of my story which started two years back and still continuing. It's third story in the saga.
A quick recap.. I am Kumar, working in a multinational company. My wife is Bindu, housewife. I was 24 when this happened and Bindu was 22. Her stats are 32-26-36. We have a maid, Roshni. She is dusky and we do threesome quite often which actually started as homosexual relation between Bindu and Roshni. Since the day I joined them, we three used to be naked more often. I fuck Bindu in the night and Roshni would either suck me in the morning before I go to office or we just have a quickie. Later Bindu and Roshni would have some fun.
Things went smooth for few months. One day, Roshni did not attend work. I got ready for my office as usual. Just then, the doorbell rang. I opened it to find Shyam (Roshni's husband). He works as a mechanic.
I asked him, "What made you come here?"
He looked bit gruff and said, "I have something serious to talk about."
I let him in and asked, "What is it? Is roshni alright?"
"Oh.. You are worried about her pussy which you fuck regularly!!" Shyam replied.
I got shocked, but still feigned ignorance, "What are you talking about?"
Just then, Bindu entered the hall.
Shyam continued in hard tone this time, "You have a nice looking wife but you still screw your maid."
Even Bindu had a worried expression. I tried to bring the situation under control, "Look, I don't understand what you are talking about. Now I am going to office.
We will solve your misunderstanding in the evening somewhere outside."
He shouted back, "Don't act. That bitch told me everything about you three. I want justice right here, right now. Call the elderly of the apartments. They will solve the issue."
My wife panicked and came by my side. She whispered in low tone, "Our dignity will be ruined if neighbors come to know."
I patted her and asked her to wait. I did not know what to do.
"Look, don't involve others into this matter. We are well respected people here. We are sorry for what happened. Everything happened with Roshni's consent . Bygones be bygones. Just forget everything," I told him.
He replied, "So you fuck my wife, and just say sorry!!"
I said, "What else do you want?"
He gave a crooked smile, "I want your wife."
Bindu and I were shocked.
I said, "What the fuck are you talking about!!"
He replied, "It is the justice. You screw my wife behind me. Now I will screw your wife."
I said, "No way."
He said, "If that is the case, I might seek others for solving the issue."
My wife, who was froze till now said meekly, "Kumar, I think it is the only way out."
I asked, "What??"
She said, "You fucked Roshni, his wife. It is only fair that I have to ..."
I said, "Have you gone mad? He is just a mechanic!!"
Shyam said, "Oh..Didn't you realise that when you were fucking pussy which actually belongs to a mechanic?"
When I was about to reply, Bindu put an hand on my shoulder and came in front facing me with her back to Shyam.
She said, "Kumar. think with your normal head. We have been doing threesome with Roshni. How else do you think her husband would react when he comes to know that?"
I had no answer and was in a doubt. Just then Shyam put his dark hand on my wife's fair hip. Bindu stiffened but didn't flinch.
Seeing my wife with a dark low class fellow reminded me of various sex stories and porn I saw in my college days. As I too did not protest, Shyam started kissing Bindu on her neck from behind. My wife kept looking me in eyes but I could sense sexuality in her eyes. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable and confused. He loosened her saree knot which fell down showing her boobs filled blouse. Those mounds heaved fast.
Shyam started mauling her right breast and with his left hand, he turned her head to kiss her on lips. She rejected his kiss and said, "Please, I can't kiss you. I will kiss only the man I love."
That reminded me of love we have for each other. I immediately went to her and kissed her, "Thank you darling. I truly love you and I am with you in whatever you do. Don't feel guilty in any way."
She detached herself from Shyam and kissed me back hard, "Oh kumar. Thanks a lot. Your approval means a lot to me."
Shyam could not handle our love. He pulled Bindu from me, turned her around and pulled the knot of her petticoat. He removed hooks of her blouse quickly. Her boobs fell out as she did not wear any undergarments that day. He squeezed her right boob and roughly kissed her left boob. His right hand got down to her pussy and inserted into it. I could see Bindu enjoying, and that made my cock rock hard. I started feeling it over my formal pant. She saw me. She smiled and bit her lower lip. I was happy for her. Shyam increased the force of fingering her pussy and squeezing the boobs.
He said, "Memsaab. Should I do the whole work up. Come on serve me like how my wife serves your husband. Pull off my pant."
My wife's jacket was hanging loose over her shoulder.
She took it off and stepped out of her petticoat. She unbuttoned Shyam's pant and lowered it along with his underwear.
He caught her both boobs and said, "Stroke it."
Just then doorbell rang.
Bindu came back to her senses and looked worried, "Who is it??'"
Shyam said, "Don't worry memsaab. That must be my bitch wife. You just continue."
She started going for her clothes. Shyam caught hold of her.
"Memsaab, we will continue in bedroom. Sir will see who is at the door. Sir, will you please?" he replied.
I realized how much I got engrossed into voyeurism and said, "Ya I will see."
They went into my fucking bedroom. I opened door to find Roshni.
"Sir,I am sorry. Did Shyam cause any trouble? I am so sorry," said Roshni.
I closed the door and shouted towards bedroom, "It's Roshni."
Roshni did not understand. She said, "What is happening, sir?"
I immediately kissed her on mouth. In spite of her worries, she reacted like a bitch in heat.
I said, "I will show you what is happening. Just remove your dress."