my servant raped my wife

I had bought a new web camera and it came with a sophisticated

software. I was eager to try it out. After installing it , I discovered that
it had many security features too, for instance the webcamera 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 Anu.”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 Anu 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.

“Gopal, darwaza band kar lo. Main ja raha hoon” I instructed our
servant

“Theek hai sahab” 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 ot, as the bed was still untidy. Gopal
hadn’t yet cleaned it.

I was about to put off the cam when I saw Gopal 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.

Gopal 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 upto ?

I almost fell off my chair when he pulled out an used bra and panty of
Anu’s and started smelling them ! I was getting angry and wanted to
put off the cam and rush home and fire Gopal from his job, but
curiousity 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 . Anu’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 smelling 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 smelling her pussy in her used
panty.

Gopal 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 Gopal something about our dinner, which he just kept
timidly nodding yes to.
Gopal 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 Gopal would be standing even for a minute in our
house.

“memsaab, khana tyar ho gaya” Gopal announced like he does every

night. Everything seemed so normal , yet so so strange. Gopal was
always scared and obedient towards my wife. My wife was authorative
and treated him as if he were a child who should listen to everything,
which he did and because of that we trusted him a lot. My wife actually
hardly even thought Gopal was a grown up individual with his own
thoughts. Quite often I would hear Anu reprimanding Gopal and he
would respond to her scoldings and shoutings with lowered head. He
never ever spoke back.

We both thought of him as an innocent timid viilager, so much so that

Anu was hardly much cautious of herself and her clothing, with him
around. She would wear nighties 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 Anu 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 Gopal 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 Gopal 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 Anu 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 Gopal 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 Anu 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 Gopal could begin his sexual play. For a couple of minutes, I
just kept staring the at the empty webcam window, when suddenly
Gopal 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 using only 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 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 Gopal to cum. He wiped himself and went out
of the room. After a few minutes , Anu appeared from the bathroom.
She ofcourse 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 Gopal masturbate two more times using her
clothes. My wife must be really turning him on. And I could see his
lust for Anu 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 Gopal muttered anything about Anu, while
cumming.

Later that night, I took out hardware manuals and instruction books.
Somewhere I remembered having read that one could use a handycam
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 handycam as a webcam.
Excited like child, I immediately started testing my knowledge. It was
almost past 2 am when I manged to successfully install the video
camera as my webcam. Satisfied, I went to sleep.

Next day too I left early for office, as I again wanted to see Gopal peep
into the bathroom as my wife took her bath. I was even more excited
this day, as I knew I could hear too.
The previous day repeated itself. Gopal 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. Gopal’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. Atleast 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 videocam window to connect. I enabled sound
too. However, seeing Anu 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.
“Gopal, idhar aao” My wife called out for our servant.
(Gopal come here)

I was delighted to hear that this time the audio was very clear.

“Aaya memsaab” came the distant reply.

(Coming memsaab)

In a short moment, Gopal appeared in the room

“Gopal, tum us chair par chardke, upar waale cupboard se woh

kitaabein neeche le aao” My wife told her “bahut dhool jam gaya hai”
(Gopal, bring climb onto the chair and bring down those books from
the upper cupboard. Lot of dust has collected on them)

“Accha memsaab” Gopal 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)

Gopal 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 Gopal, magazines ko choro, uske bagal waale kitaab” my wife

said in an irritated tone
(Gopal, leave the magazines, bring down the books besides the
magazines)

“Woh hare or lal rang ke jo kitaab …..” Anu stopped short with her
words and changed her plans. “Acha choro, Gopal tum neeche aa jao.
Mein utaarti hoon”
(Those books with red and green cover… ok, forget it. You come down
Gopal. I will bring down the books myself)

Gopal climbed down and my wife took his place on the chair.
“Chair ko theek se pakro” my wife ordered Gopal “hil raha hai”
(Hold the chair properly. Its shaking)

As Gopal held the chair tightly, my wife stretched up to reach for the
books.
Anu was wearing a violet nightie . 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 nightie.
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 Anu tried reaching for the books, she didn’t realise her ass was
wriggling right in front of our servant’s face.

“Gopal, idhar aao” My wife called out for our servant.

(Gopal come here)

I was delighted to hear that this time the audio was very clear.

“Aaya memsaab” came the distant reply.

(Coming memsaab)

In a short moment, Gopal appeared in the room

“Gopal, tum us chair par chardke, upar waale cupboard se woh
kitaabein neeche le aao” My wife told her “bahut dhool jam gaya hai”
(Gopal, bring climb onto the chair and bring down those books from
the upper cupboard. Lot of dust has collected on them)

“Accha memsaab” Gopal 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)

Gopal 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 Gopal, magazines ko choro, uske bagal waale kitaab” my wife

said in an irritated tone
(Gopal, leave the magazines, bring down the books besides the
magazines)
“Woh hare or lal rang ke jo kitaab …..” Anu stopped short with her
words and changed her plans. “Acha choro, Gopal tum neeche aa jao.
Mein utaarti hoon”
(Those books with red and green cover… ok, forget it. You come down
Gopal. I will bring down the books myself)

Gopal climbed down and my wife took his place on the chair.

“Chair ko theek se pakro” my wife ordered Gopal “hil raha hai”

(Hold the chair properly. Its shaking)

As Gopal held the chair tightly, my wife stretched up to reach for the
books.
Anu was wearing a violet nightie . 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 nightie.
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 Anu tried reaching for the books, she didn’t realise her ass was
wriggling right in front of our servant’s face.
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. Gopal 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 behaviour 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 Anu got even an
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 atleast 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 lense to stick out. Once in
place, I taped the camera onto the box from inside, so that it wouldnt
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 webcamera in the
right place and I waited for an opportune moment.

As Anu entered the bathroom to take her shower I sent Gopal 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 camaflouge 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 Anu wouldn’t finish her bath before I was through with my
work.

I brought the cable upto 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. Anu finishes her
bath in another few minutes and Gopal too returned with the magazine.

I informed Anu that I needed the telephone cable to test my laptop, so it

wont 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 Gopal and Anu were in the kitchen.

nu was wearing a nightie, which she usually wears at home.

Though, I couldn’t hear anything I could make out she was giving
instructions to Gopal on how to cook a particular dish.

Gopal was standing closeby and just nodding, obedient and silent as
ever.

In a few minutes, Anu 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.

Anu 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 empyy for around 10 minutes, until Anu again appeared
in the bedroom after her bath. She was wearing the same wet nightie
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
and bra were kept on the bed. She stepped out of her nightie 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 Anu 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. Gopal was peeping from behind the door and looking at my
wife changing. I could never imagine Gopal would become so bold.

My wife was oblivious to Gopal’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 was 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 Gopal standing behind it.
My heartbeat raced nervously at the new turn of events. Gopal hadn’t
taken into account that his reflection could be seen on the mirror, and
was about to pay a price for it.

“Gopal, yahan kya kar rahe ho” My wife asked him loudly and angrily,
suspecting that Gopal might have been peeping.
(“Gopal what are you doing here ? “)

“memsaab, main kuch nahi kar raha tha” Gopal replied shakily “Main
bas aapse poochne ..”
(“Mam I was not doing anything, just wanted to ask …”)

But before Gopal 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 Gopal understood, but he
definitely new 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.
( “you dare do this, get out of the house at this very moment")

“memsaab maaf kar dijiye, main kuch nahin kar raha tha” Gopal tried
to defend himself
(“Mam please forgive, I wasn’t doing anything”)

His denial angered my wife even more.

“aur ek shabd nahi” She said almost shaking in anger “baadme 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
(Mam 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")

Gopal was panic-stricken.

“Memsaab meri zindagi barbaad mat kijiye” he pleaded again in

trembling voice.
("Mam please don’t ruin my life")

But my wife had made up her mind and walked upto the phone. Gopal
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”
(“Mam, 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”
(“mam, 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, its 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, Gopal 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
(“Mam, you cant 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 Anu.

“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")

Gopal 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. Gopal 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 Gopal had done.
She seemed so angry that she couldn’t even speak and slapped Gopal
on his face.

The slap shocked Gopal. 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)
Gopal 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 Gopal’s face, but she could.
(“I told you to get out of the house. What are you standing here for ?”)

Gopal 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 Gopal 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 Gopal, but now I was very concerned about my wife’s
well being.

Anu 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 Gopal’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 Gopal’s momentarily loosened grip, Anu tried to

scream for help but was silenced by a slap from Gopal. 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 blood boil with anger. If I were there, I would
have surely thrashed Gopal. 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”
Anu 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 Gopal and I will kill him for sure” I thought
angrily.

“Ek thapad diya to seedhi ho gayi hai na , saali randi” Gopal barked
("You have straightened after the slap, you whore")

“Gopal, tumhe achanak kya ho gaya hai” my wife said “Please abhi
chale jao. Main haath jorti hoon”
("Gopal, whats suddenly happened to you. I am telling you with folded
hands to go away")

Experiencing an authorative and superior position for the first time,

Gopal seemed to be enjoying it . He placed his hands on my wife's
blouse covered breasts, which instantly Anu pushed it away and began
to scream for help.

“Bachao..ba…” But before she could finish her cries for help, a hard
slap threw her against the wall.

“Saali randi, chilayegee to galaa kaat doonga” Gopal warned

menacingly.
(“You whore, if you scream I will slit your throat”)

I could never imagine the usually soft spoken Gopal 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.

Gopal 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 , Gopal pushed her onto it with a
strong shove.

My wife fell on the bed hard on her back.

“Gopal , kya kar rahe ho ?” My wife asked very alarmed sensing his
intentions.” Tum paagal ho gaye ho kya”
(“Gopal, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?”)

Till now my wife was thinking that Gopal was furious and wanted to
hit her and didn’t imagine that he would try anything more. She
couldn’t imagine that the Gopal would ever try to rape her, but the
reality was dawning on her now.

Anu 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, Gopal 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 Gopal, almost like punches.
The force of the slaps felled her to the bed, crying and whimpering.

“Please, Gopal, Pleease Gopal, chordo mujhe, chordo mujhe” My wife

pleaded amid her sobs, as she lay collapsed on her back on the bed.
(“Please Gopal, 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. Gopal was like a man
possessed. I could see madness and lust in his eyes.

Before my wife could lift herself off the bed, Gopal climbed onto the
bed and and on top of my wife, with his legs on either side of my
wife’s thighs. Seeing Gopal 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 Gopal 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 Gopal, very well knowing it would be inviting violent retaliation. I
was amazed to see her courage and will to fight. But Gopal was in no
mood to give in either. He used all his force to pin her legs and hands
down to the bed. Unable to move, Anu began to wildy lash her head to
and fro, making Gopal’s progress difficult. He left her hands free for a
moment and punched her hard across the face. I am sure that kind of
force would have knocked me out too. For Gopal, 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 blood 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

Anu kept sobbing as Gopal 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, Gopal 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. Gopal
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 Gopal 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 Gopal 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 Gopal’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 family
and professional circle as a very dignified and reserved person.

Anu 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 Gopal seemed to be enjoying Anu’s resistance and
discomfort. He had a devlish smile as he kept pressing her breasts.
Helpless, my wife’s sobs turned into loud tearful crying. This seemed
to increase Gopal’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 Gopal 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 Gopal. 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 Gopal 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. Gopal dragged
himself a little lower and took one of my wife’s nipple in his mouth.
This made my wife pull Gopal 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” Gopal 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 the rest of her clothes . My wife held his hands
as he was trying to remove her sari.

“Gopal, main bheek mangti hoon, mukhe chordo” my wife pleaded

“please, aisa mat karo. Mera zindagi barbaad mat karo”
(“Gopal, I beg you, please leave. Don’t do this . Don’t spoil my life”)

Gopal was like a predator who was in no mood to leave his prey.
Indeed my wife looked like a helpless prey as Gopal pushed away my
wife’s hand, but my wife clung on to her sari. Gopal 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. Gopal 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, Gopal 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 Gopal

“Haath hataa kutiya, aaj main tujhe apna randi banaoonga” ordered
Gopal.
(“Remove your hands bitch, I will make you my whore today”)

“Nooo Noooooo…” Anu’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 curiousity, I was feeling terribly angry with Gopal for

handling her so brutally.

Very roughly, Gopal pulled out the petticoat through her legs and feet.
The sight of seeing Anu’s naked smooth fair body, only clad in a panty,
seemed to suddenly drive Gopal 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. Anu tried to get up, but he
instantly pushed her back on the bed forcefully, 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 Gopal’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 Gopal’s body. With a final flick of his toes, Gopal pushed
her panty away from her feet onto the bed. Now both Gopal and my
wife were stark naked, bodies crushed against each other, and the only
sounds heard were of my wife crying. Anu’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, Gopal 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 Gopal tries to enter her unlubricated with his massive penis.

While pinning down my wife’s hands with his hands, Gopal 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 Gopal 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 Gopal
continued to push deeper into Anu’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, would I be
able to forgive myself ?

Gopal was merciless and ruthless, as he thrust his cock hard into my
wife’s vagina. But it was refusing to go in easily, compelling Gopal to
use all his brute force. And each thrust brought out heart wrenching
screams from my wife. Gopal didn’t seem to bother much about Anu’s
pain rather he was busy satisfying his animalish 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 force.
Anu 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 tighly holding the blanket on the
bed with a clenched fist as she kept crying and groaning in pain.

Gopal’s face was moving up and down over Anu’s face, as his cock
went in and out of her. My wife clinched her fist even tighter as Gopal
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
Gopal was getting more and more loud and vocal

“Ahhh…uhhhh..oooohhh…ahhhh..uhhh..mmm” Gopal was huffing

and puffing as his body movement got into a rhythm

“ahhh, ohhh, Kya choot hai teri, meri randi” he panted out lewdly “kya
chudti hai tu…..ooohhhhh”
(“What a pussy you have. How nicely you fuck !”)

“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.
(“ arent 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”
(“c’mon bitch tell me , arent you enjoying it? You pussy is so wet now
!”)

I couldn’t believe my ears. No way my wife could 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, Gopal started pumping his cock even harder,
bringing out groans from my wife. Gopal smiled .

“Accha lag raha hai na ?” Gopal asked in between his heavy breaths.
(“arent you liking it ?”)

Gopal just wouldn’t give up. He was mistaking my wife’s groans of

pain, as signs of pleasure.

Still getting no reply, Gopal completely withdrew his cock out of her.
My wife gasped as Gopal’s massive cock completely moved out of her
body. But then something which caught my eye, surprised me. As
Gopal’s cock moved out, Anu’s pelvic region arched upwards trying to
not let go off his cock !! Atleast it seemed so. Bu, It couldn’t be, I
thought. My eyes and Gopal’s words must be playing tricks on me. I
watched on.

Then Gopal 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
Gopal’s cock and taking a bit of it inside. Gopal 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 Gopal’s cock ? As
I was thinking I saw Gopal 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 Gopal increased his pace, Anu’s moans also got louder and more
frequent.

“ahhhhhh,…ohhhhhhhhh..ahhhhh…ohhhhh” my wife kept rambling

“Mera lund kaise lag raha hai ?” Gopal asked with a wicked smile
(“You liking my cock ?” )

I was sure she couldn’t be enjoying such a big cock. It must be tearing
her vagina. Gopal is just imagining things in his mind. And moreover,
Anu was never comfortable with even a bit of dirty talking, let alone
the filthly lewd language of this illiterate brute.

But when I saw my wife’s pelvic region going up and down to meet
each thrust of Gopal’s cock I was unsure. She wasn’t lying still the way
she was a few minutes before, but now her body was moving, in
rhythm with Gopal’s.

Maybe its just the reflex action of her body, I reasoned. I was sure, her
mind must be hating it. She must be repulsed by this beast on top of
her.

Anu was holding the blanket very tightly in her fist by now, almost
crushing it.

“Memsaab, aankh kholo” Gopal urged my wife..

(“Madam, open your eyes”)

My wife was surprised he used the word ‘memsaab” again and she
opened her eyes. Gopal’s face was right on top of her, just a few inches
separated them.

Moment her eyes were fully open, Gopal began to thrust his cock
harder and faster into her pussy brining out gasps and moans from her.
She begin to close her eys perhaps not comfortable meeting our
servant’s gaze.

“Aankh mat band karo, memsaab” Gopal instructed as he pushed hard

into her.
(“don’t close your eyes’s madam)

I was surprised again when she heeded Gopal’s instruction and kept her
eyes open.

Gopal was looking straight into her eyes, but she was avoiding his
direct stare.

“ohhhhhh….memsaab….ahhhhhh” Gopal gurgled as he thrust hard.

He kept calling out to my wife as “memsaab” and would thrust hard

each time he called her so. It became a pattern. Gopal seemed to be
enjoying calling my wife so, while fucking her, but astonishingly, it
seemed to effect my wife too.
Everytime he called her so, Anu 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 everytime she groaned her mouth would open into an
“O” shape. I must confess, seeing her like that was giving me a raging
hard on.

Seeing my wife like that, Gopal 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
Gopal’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 Gopal had again lowered himself, but didn’t reduce the speed
or force 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” Gopal moaned “memsaaaaaaab”

(“ohhhhhhhh madam”)

“ohhhhhh…haaaaaan…gopal” my wife responded as she placed both

her arms on his shoulders.
(“yesssssss Gopal”)

This was her first words and response to Gopal. 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 ?”

Gopal asked
(“madam you like to get fucked by my cock ?”)

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……haaaaan…” my wife replied in between

her heavy moaning and panting
(“ohhhhhhhhh yesssss”)

The depraved conversation was making precum ooze from my cock

“ohhhhhhhhhhhh…..mmmmmmmm memsaab mera ras nikalne wala

hai” Gopal announced
("ohhh madam, my semen is about to come out")

“ahhhhhhhh cum in me” Anu replied in English which Gopal most

likely wouldn’t have understood , however I did !

How come my wife was allowing Gopal to cum inside her womb ??
She was not protected ! Strange are the ways of lust.

Her permission for Gopal to cum inside her brought me to the brink of
my own orgasm !!

“main chod raha hoon tumhe memsaab” Gopal stated the fact to
heighten his arousal, and without realizing even my wife’s.
(I am fucking you madam !”)

“Haaannnn…. fuck me Gopal” Anu replied again in English

“tum meri randi ho, memsaab ?” Gopal asked my wife

(“madam are you my whore?”)
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..haan, Gopal” my wife replied in the
affirmative as her own breathing quickened. I could see Anu too was
approaching an orgasm.
("ohhhhh yess, Gopal")

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mera ras nikal raha haiii..mmmmmm … tere

choot ke andar…ahhhhhhhhhhh” Gopal announced his orgasm and
held my wife tightly.
(“ my semen is flowing out into you”)

Anu began to shudder too. Gopal 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. Gopal
just lay still on my wife for a while and then rolled off. I could see
Gopal’s semen leaking out of my wife’s pussy.

Gopal spoke first.

“Kya mast choot hai tera” Gopal said in his typical crass language,with
a naughty smile “mazaa aa gaya”
(“What sexy pussy you have. I really enjoyed”)

Anu didn’t say anything, but just covered her naked body with a
blanket.

“Abhi kya sharmati hai?” Gopal said with a laugh “ maine sab dekha
bhi ,aur chakha bhi”
(“now why are you 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 be liking his crass language anymore.

“Kya hua memsaab ?” Gopal asked as he removed her blanket

(“What happened madam?”)
Anu 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 foetal
position. And I could hear some sniffling sounds. My wife was crying !

“Ro rahi hai ?!” Gopal exclaimed.

(“you are crying ?”)

And then he laughed.

“Maine yeh kya kiya ?” lamented my wife in tears

(“Oh, what have I done ?”)

“Maloom nahin kya ?” Gopal 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”)

Gopal 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” Gopal
said authoritatively
(“I am going now, madam,. but I will be back to cook food")

“Gopal …..err hmm....tum naya naukri dhoond sakte ho? My wife

asked “abhi jo hua, uske baad tumhara yahan kaam karna, mujhe theek
nahi lagega”
(“Gopal 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” Gopal
laughed mockingly
(“you think it over. 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” Anu 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” Gopal said and left .

("hmmm..ok madam, I am leaving now")
As she heard the door shut behind Gopal, 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 is happen. Not just the rape, 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.