Sex, Lies And Consequences Part 3


Sex, Lies And Consequences Part 3

I left the house early on Monday; I was gone before Menka was out of bed. I just couldn’t bring myself to face her again. I got to the office early, make myself some coffee and sat at my desk and waited. People began to drift in, but since my door was closed I was not bothered. I notified my secretary, Pam, that I would not be accepting any calls except from Tarun Sarkar and that I would be expecting a package which she should immediately bring in to me when it arrived.

Ten minutes later my office door opened and Sonali walked in and plopped herself in a chair. Pam knew better then to even try to intercept her.

“Sunil, you know that Menka and I have become close friends. I fear for your future together. Talk to me, Sunil. Tell me what’s going on, please,” she pleaded.

“Sonali, for your own sake I’m not going to tell you anything. Things will be coming to a head very soon, you’ll then know the whole story. Until then, I have to ask that you not get involved in this mess, for your own good as well as for mine. Do you understand what I’m telling you?” I said as I looked directly at her.

Sonali nodded and I noticed the tears in her eyes. She rose and turned to me. “You know that I’ll do whatever I can for both of you. But also know that I won’t abandon Menka.”

“You’re a good friend, Sonali. I know that you’ll do whatever you think is best,” I replied quietly.

A few minutes after Sonali had gone, Pam entered my office with a package. I told her that I wanted to interruptions for the next couple of hours – no calls and no visitors.

I have to admit that I had a lump in my throat as I unwrapped the package. Inside the plain, brown box were the three reports from Tarun as well as the three DVDs. I opened my laptop and inserted the disc. It opened with a view of a typical Guest House room with a king sized bed in the middle of it. I could see a portion of the bathroom and noticed the large mirror over the dresser. I then saw a Guest house worker enter the room carrying a piece of luggage that I recognized as my wife’s. He placed it on the floor and I then saw his back as he turned to leave. There was no view of the door or arch into the room. The time stamp told me that it was 10:20 a.m.

The screen flickered and I saw Menka enter the room. The time read 3:03 p.m. I watched as she shook her office bag from her shoulders and draped it across a chair. She looked at herself in the mirror and smoothed an eyebrow. She then proceeded to remove her saree and unbutton her blouse which she threw in the direction of the chair. My eyes narrowed as I saw the bra she had on. The bottoms of her breasts were barely supported by the half bra, leaving her nipples exposed. They looked distended, probably by the friction of the blouse.

She then removed the lace of her petticoat and stepped out of it. She pulled the panties off of her hips and let them fall to the floor. I took in a sharp breath when I saw that she had shaved her pubes. She was as bare as a baby. She moved into the bathroom and I saw her perch on the john. There was the sound of her tinkling and then she wiped herself briefly, rose and moved out of sight. I then heard the shower turn on.

It wasn’t long before I saw Menka return to the bedroom drying herself with a large bath towel. I had to admit that, even after all the years, she had kept her body firm and fit. Her breasts had little sag in them and her stomach had just the slightest roundness. Below her stomach her hairless mound of venus appeared to be almost obscene, almost as if it was borrowed from a prepubescent young girl. I suddenly realized that for the first time since I bedded this woman, her nakedness did not arouse me. I didn’t have a hard-on, all I felt was bitterness and anger. She threw a lightweight short nighti on and poured herself a glass of water and turned on the TV.

I fast-forwarded the disc until I saw a male enter the bedroom with a small case in his hand. The time-stamp read 4:04 p.m. I saw Prakash Mathoor approach Menka who was sprawled upon a chaise. They had yet to say a word. He stood by her as she smiled up at him and slowly opened her thighs revealing her shaved pudenda under the folds of the Nighti.

I heard him gasp, “Ummmmm, Menka. You did it. Ufffffff, it looks great. Don’t move a muscle, stay just as you are.”

I watched him quickly shed his clothing and kneel by the foot of the chaise. He face was inches from her pussy. He then moved forward, extended his tongue, and slowly allowed it to slide along the lips of her labia which were now becoming quite moist. He then buried his mouth in her crotch and it wasn’t long before I saw Menka tense, clutch his head in her hands, and orgasm. It was almost clinical, as if I were watching a porn movie. No, not even that, it was as if I were watching two animal’s rut.

I saw them both rise and move to the bed where they snuggled for a bit. I was suddenly aware that there was almost no conversation between the two, almost as if this was such a common occurrence for them that words were not necessary.

The camera must have been planted so as to give a view from the foot of the bed. I saw Menka reach down and grasp her lover’s cock, stroking it slowly. She then moved down and engulfed the head of his cock. Her mouth moved slowly up and down his shaft and I could streaks of her saliva coating the flesh of his prick. I then heard her murmur, “We don’t want to waste that erection, Prakash. I have something warm and snug waiting for it.”

With that I saw her move astride him. I watched as her ass moved slowly above his erection. I watched as she bent over a bit, grasped him and placed the head of his dick at the entrance to her pussy. I watched as she slowly lowered herself. I saw her lips spread to accommodate the invasion of his cock. I saw her slowly sink upon him until he was fully imbedded.

I tore my eyes away from the screen. I couldn’t watch and my vision was blurred by my sudden tears. I felt myself hyperventilating and I struggled to calm my breathing. It was a few moments before I could bring myself to watch the activities in that room again. I saw that their position had changed – he was now on top of her, his ass moving rapidly up and down. He tensed and I heard him mutter, “Ohhhh, I’m gonna come. Ohhh, I’m coming, coming, coming.” Moments later I saw him fall beside her, exhausted. In the brief moment before Menka closed her legs I saw her pussy wide open, semen flowing out and down the crack of her ass. Sure, no condoms necessary.

I shut down the DVD, removed it from the laptop and placed it back in its sleeve. I took the reports and the DVDs and locked them in my office safe. I had absolutely no desire to see any more and I really had no interest in reading the detailed report that Tarun had sent to me. I just sat and gazed out of the window. I felt totally numb, almost like I was out of body. I recognized that I was in shock and I struggled to regain my mental equilibrium. I took a deep breath and I knew what I had to do.

The tasks I had set out for myself that day and the days after seemed to calm me. I kept busy with my plans and with the day to day activities that were work related. I was now grateful for Menka’s continued indifference and withdrawal. It made it easier for me to act the unsuspecting husband. Thank goodness I wouldn’t have to keep up the act for too much longer.

On Wednesday I called Tarun Sarkar. “Tarun, can you get me a key for that room in Muzaffarnagar?”

He knew exactly what room I was talking about. “Whoa, Sunil. Calm down. I don’t like what I’m hearing. You’re smart enough to recognize the foolishness of doing anything violent.”

“Tarun, I assure you that I have absolutely no intention of becoming violent. I just think that it would be most appropriate if I showed up there and had a little conversation with my wife and her lover. I absolutely promise that there will be no violence. Trust me, Tarun.”

There was a pause on the line and I heard the hesitation in his voice. “Ok, Sunil. I’m trusting you on this, please don’t disappoint me. I’ll get the key over to you by Friday morning.”

“Thanks, Tarun. I owe you big time,” I said before I replaced the phone on its base.

True to his word, a messenger delivered a sealed envelope early on Friday. I kept busy that morning with mundane tasks then told Pam that I would be out for the rest of the day. She had my cell phone number and would contact me if absolutely necessary.
(TO BE CONTINUED)


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