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 35 year old wife Sandhya.”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 Sandhya 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.
“Vikram, darwaza band kar lo. Main ja raha hoon” (Vikram close the door, I going out now) I instructed our servant
“Theek hai sahab”(“Okay Sir”) 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 out, as the bed was still untidy. Vikram hadn’t yet cleaned it.
I was about to put off the cam when I saw Vikram 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. Vikram cleaned up the bed an 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 up to ?
I almost fell off my chair when he pulled out an used bra and panty of Sandhya’s and started sniffing them! I was getting angry and wanted to put off the cam and rush home and fire Vikram 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 . Sandhya’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 sniffing 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 sniffing her pussy in her used panty.
Vikram 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 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 undergarment’s back in the bin and left the room
By the time I returned home, my wife was already back. She was instructing Vikram something about our dinner, which he just kept timidly nodding yes to.
Vikram looked timid and obedient . It was hard to imagine that someone like him could be upto what he did earlier in the afternoon. And ofcourse my wife had no idea about it. If she did she would blow her top and I don’t think Vikram would be standing even for a minute in our house.
“memsaab, khana tyar ho gaya”(Madam dinner is ready) Vikram announced like he does every night. Everything seemed so normal, yet so so strange. Vikram was always scared and obedient towards my wife. My wife was commanding and treated him as if he were a c***d who should listen to everything, which he did and because of that we trusted him a lot. My wife actually hardly even thought Vikram was a grown up individual with his own thoughts. Quite often I would hear Sandhya reprimanding Vikram and he would respond to her scoldings and shouting’s with lowered head. He never ever spoke back.
We both thought of him as an innocent timid villager, so much so that Sandhya was hardly much cautious of herself and her clothing, with him around. She would wear night gowns 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 Sandhya 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 furnitures.
Well, I was seeing Vikram 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 Vikram 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 Sandhya 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 Vikram 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 Sandhya 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 Vikram could begin his sexual play. For a couple of minutes, I just kept staring the at the empty webcam window, when suddenly Vikram 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 used to only see 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 web 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 Vikram to cum. He wiped himself and went out of the room. After a few minutes, Sandhya 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 Vikram masturbate two more times using her clothes. My wife must be really turning him on. And I could see his lust for Sandhya 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 Vikram muttered anything about Sandhya, while cumming.
Later that night, I took out hardware manuals and instruction books. Somewhere I remembered having read that one could use a handy cam 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 handy cam as a webcam. Excited like c***d, 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 sl**p.
Next day too I left early for office, as I again wanted to see Vikram peep into the bathroom as my wife took her bath. I was even more excited this day, as I knew I could hear too. “Vikram, idhar aao” My wife called out for our servant.
(Vikram come here)
I was delighted to hear that this time the audio was very clear.
“Aaya memsaab” was the distant reply.
In a short moment, Vikram appeared in the room
“Vikram, tum us chair par chardke, upar waale cupboard se woh kitaabein neeche le aao” My wife told her “bahut dhool jam gaya hai”
(Vikram, climb onto the chair and bring down those books from the upper cupboard. Lot of dust has collected on them)
“Accha memsaab” (Okay Madam)Vikram 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)
Vikram 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 Vikram, magazines ko choro, uske bagal waale kitaab” my wife said in an irritated tone
(Vikram, leave the magazines, bring down the books besides the magazines)
“Woh hare or lal rang ke jo kitaab …..” Sandhya stopped short with her words and changed her plans. “Acha choro, Vikram tum neeche aa jao. Mein utaarti hoon”
(Those books with red and green cover… ok, forget it. You come down Vikram. I will bring down the books myself)
Vikram climbed down and my wife took his place on the chair.
“Chair ko theek se pakro” my wife ordered Vikram “hil raha hai”
(Hold the chair properly. Its shaking)
As Vikram held the chair tightly, my wife stretched up to reach for the books.
Sandhya was wearing a violet night gown . 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 night gown. 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 Sandhya tried reaching for the books, she didn’t realize her ass was wriggling right in front of our servant’s face.
The previous day repeated itself. Vikram 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. Vikram’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 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 video cam window to connect. I enabled sound too. However, seeing Sandhya 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.
But of course Vikram 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 Vikram’s guts. Sandhya was just a few feet away and she would freak out if she saw Vikram 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 Vikram had a hard on. Sandhya 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. Vikram reacted instantly and blocked her fall with both his hands.
It would have been a bad fall, if Vikram hadn’t helped her up. My wife heaved a sigh of relief.
“Thank you Vikram” she said still breathing hard. But within a fraction of second she realized Vikram’s both hands were supporting her and were placed on her ass. This made her visibly embarrassed and she quickly got down the chair.
“Vikram, tum zara try karna” ( Vikram, Can you try) She said in an authoritative voice trying to get over the awkward moment “ main tired ho gayi hoon” (I am tired now)
Saying this she left the room, and Vikram climbed on the chair trying to finish the incomplete work.
Once in a while Sandhya would come to the bedroom and then go back to the other rooms, while Vikram went on with his work of bringing down the books.
To my disappointment, she took her bath while Vikram was bringing down the books and only later even he must have realized the same. I could hear Sandhya call out for Vikram 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. Sandhya 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. Vikram 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 Sandhya got even 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 metres . 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 web camera in the right place and I waited for an opportune moment.
As Sandhya entered the bathroom to take her shower I sent Vikram 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 camafluoge 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 Sandhya 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. Sandhya finishes her bath in another few minutes and Vikram too returned with the magazine.
I informed Sandhya 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 Vikram and Sandhya were in the kitchen.
Sandhya was wearing a night gown, which she usually wears at home.
Though, I couldn’t hear anything I could make out she was giving instructions to Vikram on how to cook a particular dish.
Vikram was standing close by and just nodding, obedient and silent as ever.
In a few minutes, Sandhya 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.
Sandhya 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 Sandhya again appeared in the bedroom after her bath. She was wearing the same wet night gown 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, bra and panty were kept on the bed. She stepped out of her night gown 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 Sandhya 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. Vikram was peeping from behind the door and looking at my wife changing. I could never imagine Vikram would become so bold.
My wife was oblivious to Vikram’s gaze as she straightened the dark coloured 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 Vikram standing behind it. My heartbeat raced nervously at the new turn of events. Vikram hadn’t taken into account that his reflection could be seen on the mirror, and was about to pay a price for it.
“Vikram, yahan kya kar rahe ho” My wife asked him loudly and angrily, suspecting that Vikram might have been peeping.
(“Vikram what are you doing here ? “)
“memsaab, main kuch nahi kar raha tha” Vikram replied shakily “Main bas aapse poochne ..”
(“Madam I was not doing anything, just wanted to ask …”)
But before Vikram could complete his sentence, my wife flew into a rage as her eyes fell on his unzipped trousers.
“Get outl” 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 Vikram understood, but he definitely knew he was in a very tight spot. He hung his head low. He knew my wife had clearly realized what he was upto.
“Tumahari yeh himmat, abhi, issi waqt ghar se nikal jao” She shouted as she angrily pointed her hand towards the main door.
(“how dare you do this, get out of the house at this very moment")
“memsaab maaf kar dijiye, main kuch nahin kar raha tha” Vikram tried to defend himself
(“Madam please forgive, I wasn’t doing anything”)
His denial angered my wife even more.
“aur ek shabd nahi” She said almost shaking in anger “baad me 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
(Madam 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")
Vikram was panic-stricken.
“Memsaab meri zindagi barbaad mat kijiye” he pleaded again in trembling voice.
("Madam please don’t ruin my life")
But my wife had made up her mind and walked upto the phone. Vikram 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”
(“Madam, 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”
(“madam, 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, it’s 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, Vikram 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
(“Madam, you can’t 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 Sandhya.
“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")
Vikram 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. Vikram 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 Vikram had done. She seemed so angry that she couldn’t even speak and slapped Vikram on his face.
The slap shocked Vikram. 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)
Vikram 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 Vikram’s face, but she could.
(“I told you to get out of the house. What are you standing here for ?”)
Vikram 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 Vikram 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 Vikram, but now I was very concerned about my wife’s well being.
Sandhya 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 Vikram’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 Vikram’s momentarily loosened grip, Sandhya tried to scream for help but was silenced by a slap from Vikram. 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 bl**d boil with anger. If I were there, I would have surely thrashed Vikram. 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” Sandhya pleaded with him
(“Please go away. I wont call the police or make any complaint. Just dont harrass me now”)
My wife was so helpless and I was feeling the same.
“Let me lay my hands on Vikram and I will kill him for sure” I thought angrily.
“Ek thapad diya to seedhi ho gayi hai na , saali randi” Vikram barked
("You have straightened after the slap, you whore")
“Vikram, tumhe achanak kya ho gaya hai” my wife said “Please abhi chale jao. Main haath jorti hoon”
("Vikram, whats suddenly happened to you. I am telling you with folded hands to go away")
Experiencing an commanding and superior position for the first time, Vikram seemed to be enjoying it . He placed his hands on my wife's blouse covered breasts, which instantly Sandhya pushed it away and began to scream for help.
“Bachao..ba…” (“Help Hel….p”)But before she could finish her cries for help, a hard slap threw her against the wall.
“Saali randi, chilayegee to galaa kaat doonga” Vikram warned menacingly.
(“You whore, if you scream I will slit your throat”)
I could never imagine the usually soft spoken Vikram 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.
Vikram 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 , Vikram pushed her onto it with a strong shove.
My wife fell on the bed hard on her back.
“Vikram , kya kar rahe ho ?” My wife asked very alarmed sensing his intentions.” Tum paagal ho gaye ho kya”
(“Vikram, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?”)
Till now my wife was thinking that Vikram was furious and wanted to hit her and didn’t imagine that he would try anything more. She couldn’t imagine that the Vikram would ever try to **** her, but the reality was dawning on her now.
Sandhya began to widly 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, Vikram 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 Vikram, almost like punches.
The f***e of the slaps felled her to the bed, crying and whimpering.
“Please, Vikram, Pleease Vikram, chordo mujhe, chordo mujhe” My wife pleaded amid her sobs, as she lay collapsed on her back on the bed.
(“Please Vikram, 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. Vikram was like a man possessed. I could see madness and lust in his eyes.
Before my wife could lift herself off the bed, Vikram climbed onto the bed and and on top of my wife, with his legs on either side of my wife’s thighs. Seeing Vikram 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 Vikram except angering him further. And I almost predicted his reaction - hard slaps and punches. Though hurt and and in pain, my wife kept throwing punches at Vikram, very well knowing it would be inviting violent retaliation. I was amazed to see her courage and will to fight. But Vikram was in no mood to give in either. He used all his f***e to pin her legs and hands down to the bed. Unable to move, Sandhya began to wildy lash her head to and fro, making Vikram’s progress difficult. He left her hands free for a moment and punched her hard across the face. I am sure that kind of f***e would have knocked me out too. For Vikram, 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 bl**d 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
Sandhya kept sobbing as Vikram 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, Vikram 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. Vikram 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 Vikram 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 Vikram 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 Vikram’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 f****y and professional circle as a very dignified and reserved person.
Sandhya 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 Vikram seemed to be enjoying Sandhya’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 Vikram’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 Vikram 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 Vikram. 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 Vikram 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. Vikram dragged himself a little lower and took one of my wife’s nipples in his mouth. This made my wife pull Vikram 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” Vikram 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.
“Vikram, main bheek mangti hoon, mukhe chordo” my wife pleaded “please, aisa mat karo. Mera zindagi barbaad mat karo”
(“Vikram, I beg you, please leave me. Don’t do this. Don’t spoil my life”)
Vikram was like a predator who was in no mood to leave his prey. Indeed my wife looked like a helpless prey as Vikram pushed away my wife’s hand, but my wife clung on to her sari. Vikram 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. Vikram 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, Vikram 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 Vikram
“Haath hataa kutiya, aaj main tujhe apna randi banaoonga” ordered Vikram.
(“Remove your hands bitch, I will make you my whore today”)
“Nooo Noooooo…” Sandhya’s pleas were drowned by the ringing sounds of another slap. And another. He slapped her two-three times contiuously, 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 Vikram for handling her so brutally.
Very roughly, Vikram pulled out the petticoat through her legs and feet. The sight of seeing Sandhya’s naked smooth fair body, only clad in a panty, seemed to suddenly drive Vikram 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. Sandhya tried to get up, but he instantly pushed her back on the bed f***efully, 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 Vikram’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 Vikram’s body. With a final flick of his toes, Vikram pushed her panty away from her feet onto the bed. Now both Vikram and my wife were stark naked, bodies crushed against each other, and the only sounds heard were of my wife crying. Sandhya’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, Vikram 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 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 Vikram tries to enter her not lubricated with his massive black cock.
While pinning down my wife’s hands with his hands, Vikram 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 Vikram 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 Vikram continued to push deeper into Sandhya’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, how would I be able to forgive myself.
Vikram was merciless and ruthless, as he thrust his cock hard into my wife’s vagina. But it was refusing to go in easily, compelling Vikram to use all his brute f***e. And each thrust brought out heart wrenching screams from my wife. Vikram didn’t seem to bother much about Sandhya’s pain rather he was busy satisfying his a****l 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 f***e. Sandhya 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 tightly holding the blanket on the bed with a clenched fist as she kept crying and groaning in pain.
Vikram’s face was moving up and down over Sandhya’s face, as his cock went in and out of her. My wife clinched her fist even tighter as Vikram 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 Vikram was getting more and more loud and vocal
“Ahhh…uhhhh..oooohhh…ahhhh..uhhh..mmm” Vikram was huffing and puffing as his body movement got into a rhythm
“ahhh, ohhh, Kya choot hai teri, meri randi” he rants out lewdly “kya chudti hai tu…..ooohhhhh”
(“What a pussy you have bitch. What a pleasure to fuck you!”)
“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.
(“aren’t you now enjoying it, bitch?” )
“mmmmm….abey saali bol, mazaa aa raha hai na ?” he went on “ohhhhh…..teri choot ras se kitna bheeg gaya hai”
(“mmmmm….come on bitch tell me , aren’t you enjoying it? ohhhhh….. 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, Vikram started pumping his cock even harder, bringing out groans from my wife. Vikram smiled.
“Accha lag raha hai na?” Vikram asked in between his heavy breaths.
(“Aren’t you enjoying it?”)
Vikram just wouldn’t give up. He was mistaking my wife’s groans of pain, as signs of pleasure.
Still getting no reply, Vikram completely withdrew his cock out of her. My wife gasped as Vikram’s massive cock completely moved out of her body. But then something which caught my eye, surprised me. As Vikram’s cock moved out, Sandhya’s pelvic region arched upwards trying to not let go off his cock!! At least it seemed so. Bu, It couldn’t be, I thought. My eyes and Vikram’s words must be playing tricks on me. I watched on.
Then Vikram 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 Vikram’s cock and taking a bit of it inside. Vikram 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 Vikram’s cock? As I was thinking I saw Vikram 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 Vikram increased his pace, Sandhya’s moans also got louder and more frequent.
“ahhhhhh,…ohhhhhhhhh..ahhhhh…ohhhhh” my wife kept rambling
“Mera lund kaise lag raha hai ?” Vikram asked with a wicked smile
(“Do you like my big cock? Are you enjoying it”)
I was sure she couldn’t be enjoying such a big cock. It must be tearing her vagina. Vikram is just imagining things in his mind. And moreover, Sandhya 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 Vikram’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 Vikram’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 b**st on top of her.
Sandhya was holding the blanket very tightly in her fist by now, almost crushing it.
“Memsaab, aankh kholo” Vikram urged my wife..
(“Madam, open your eyes”)
My wife was surprised he used the word ‘memsaab” again and she opened her eyes. Vikram’s face was right on top of her; just a few inches separated them.
Moment her eyes were fully open, Vikram began to thrust his cock harder and faster into her pussy brining out gasps and moans from her. She begins to close her eyes perhaps not comfortable meeting our servant’s gaze.
“Aankh mat band karo, memsaab” Vikram instructed as he pushed hard into her.
(“don’t close your eyes’s madam)
I was surprised again when she heeded Vikram’s instruction and kept her eyes open.
Vikram was looking straight into her eyes, but she was avoiding his direct stare.
“ohhhhhh….memsaab….ahhhhhh” Vikram gurgled as he thrust hard.
He kept calling out to my wife as “memsaab” (madam) and would thrust hard each time he called her so. It became a pattern. Vikram seemed to be enjoying calling my wife so, while fucking her, but astonishingly, it seemed to affect my wife too.
Everytime he called her so, Sandhya 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, watching her like that was giving me a raging hard on.
Seeing my wife like that, Vikram 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 Vikram’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 Vikram had again lowered himself, but didn’t reduce the speed or f***e 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” Vikram moaned “memsaaaaaaab”
“ohhhhhh…haaaaaan…Vikram” my wife responded as she placed both her arms on his shoulders.
This was her first words and response to Vikram. 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 ?” Vikram asked
(“madam you like to get fucked by my cock ?”)
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……haaaaan…” my wife replied in between her heavy moaning and panting
(“ohhhhhhhhh yesssssss I do”)
The depraved conversation was making pre cum ooze from my cock
“ohhhhhhhhhhhh…..mmmmmmmm memsaab mera ras nikalne wala hai” Vikram announced
("ohhhhhhhhhhhh…..mmmmmmmm madam, my semen is about to come out")
“ahhhhhhhhhhh cum in me” Sandhya replied in English which Vikram most likely wouldn’t have understood , however I did !
How come my wife was allowing Vikram to cum inside her womb?? She was not protected! Strange are the ways of lust.
Her permission for Vikram to cum inside her brought me to the brink of my own orgasm!!
“main chod raha hoon tumhe memsaab” Vikram stated the fact to heighten his arousal, and without realizing even my wife’s.
(I am fucking you madam!”)
“Yesssssss…. fuck me Vikram” Sandhya replied again in English
“tum meri randi ho, memsaab ?” Vikram asked my wife
(“madam are you my whore?”)
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Yesssssss, Vikram” my wife replied in the affirmative as her own breathing quickened. I could see Sandhya too was approaching an orgasm.
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mera ras nikal raha haiii..mmmmmm … tere choot ke andar…ahhhhhhhhhhh” Vikram announced his orgasm and held my wife tightly.
(“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh wowwww……I am Cumming in your pussy”)
Sandhya began to shudder too. Vikram 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. Vikram just lay still on my wife for a while and then rolled off. I could see Vikram’s semen leaking out of my wife’s pussy.
Vikram spoke first.
“Kya mast choot hai tera” Vikram said in his typical crass language, with a naughty smile “mazaa aa gaya”
(“What sexy pussy you have. I really enjoyed it”)
Sandhya didn’t say anything, but just covered her naked body with a blanket.
“Abhi kya sharmati hai?” Vikram said with a laugh “maine sab dekha bhi ,aur chakha bhi”
(“now why are you feeling shy ? I have seen everything and tasted everything”)
My wife didn’t reply to this either and lay silently covered under the blanket.
I was surprised again. She had suddenly changed after her orgasm. Now she didn’t seem to like his crass language anymore.
“Kya hua memsaab ?” Vikram asked as he removed her blanket
(“What happened madam?”)
Sandhya 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 fetal position. And I could hear some sniffling sounds. My wife was crying!
“Ro rahi hai ?!” Vikram exclaimed.
(“Are you crying?”)
And then he laughed.
“Maine yeh kya kiya ?” lamented my wife in tears
(“Oh, what have I done ?”)
“Maloom nahin kya ?” Vikram said mockingly “tunhe apne nauker se chudwai !”
(“You don’t know what you did?!! You got yourself fucked by your servant!”)
“mukhe akela chor do” my wife said
(“Leave me alone, please”)
Vikram laughed again. “pehele to randi jaise chudwai , ab sati savitri banti hai!”
(“First you fuck like a whore, now you behave like a saint!”)
“Abi jaa raha hoon memsaab, khaanaa banane fir aa jaoonge” Vikram said in commanding
(“I am going now, madam,. but I will be back to cook food")
“Vikram …..err hmm....tum naya naukri dhoond sakte ho? My wife asked “abhi jo hua, uske baad tumhara yahan kaam karna, mujhe theek nahi lagega”
(“Vikram can you look for a new job? After what happened now, it will be awkward for me if you continue to work here”)
“Sonch lo, shayad aapko mera lund baadme jaroorat parh jaaye” Vikram laughed mockingly
(“you think it over it. Maybe you might require my cock later!”)
“Theek se baat karo. Jo hua, so hua, magar iska matlab yeh nahi hai ki tum mera saath aise baat kar sakte ho” Sandhya reprimanded him
(“Speak properly to me. Just because what happened now, doesn’t mean you can talk in such language with me”)
“hmmm….chalta hoon memsaab” Vikram said and left .
("hmmm..Ok madam, I am leaving now")
As she heard the door shut behind Vikram, she was left alone with her thoughts. Slowly it the happenings of the day began to sink into her. She couldn’t believe she let it happen. Not just the ****, but that she enjoyed it. Tear drops again rolled down her cheek as she blankly stared at the wall. After a while she got up to take a bath, to cleanse herself from the memories of her depraved act.
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