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The story of swapping couples directly continues from part 1. So if you haven’t read that, then please read part 1 first. Also, both the parts are meant to be read together to enjoy this story the best.
Now the story continues.
It is possible that two stranger couples can meet and connect immediately. But this, for some reason, felt weird. This mystery intrigued me as I went into full Sherlock Holmes investigative mode.
Later that night, after my shift ended, I decided to sleep in the janitor’s room. It was on the same floor where both the couple had their rooms. It was late in the night. I was tired and sleepy. Still, something prevented me from falling asleep.
I strongly believed that these couples would swap wives yet again. If they do that, it will be proven that the woman inside Subir sir’s bedroom was indeed Reema, the newlywed. I saw this with my own eyes. Still, I couldn’t believe why someone would cheat on their spouse.
Maybe I don’t understand this because infidelity is not in my DNA. Perhaps that’s why I stayed loyal to my boyfriend even though we are not committed to each other.
Unfortunately for me, the corridor was silent. There was no commotion in the elder couple’s room. I could tell because the janitor’s room shared a wall with the room booked by Mr. and Mrs. Thakur. Maybe they were sleeping, but I was still curious about what the young horny couple was doing.
Carefully I stepped out, walked to their door, and gently placed my ear over it. I got instantly excited to know that they were awake and in a naughty mood.
“Come on, Reema, clean this floor quickly, and get out. I don’t have all day.”
“Yes, sir. I clean fast. Worry, don’t you. You sit,” spoke Reema in a lower class maid-like accent.
“Role-playing, kinky…” I said to myself. Normally I don’t vocalize such remarks, but all this investigation was surfacing the slut in me.
“Nosir. Don’t look me like that. My chest, don’t see,” said Reema.
I was impressed with the way Reema was talking. Being a daughter of a housemaid, I knew that Reema’s accent was spot-on. I could hear the swipe of her broom. She was literally sweeping the floor.
At one point, I heard her unlocking the door. Quickly I took cover. The door opened, and Reema swept the dust outside.
From where I was, I could see her top half. At that moment, she was naked except for a long mangalsutra hanging from her neck. In addition to that, I felt something odd about her appearance. Before I could see more, Tarun pushed his wife out in the corridor. Then getting out, he pinned her against a wall. She was completely naked, and he was too.
“Look how dirty you have become, Reema bai. Now I have to clean you too,” He said mischievously, licking her cheek. This was followed by another one of those passionate long-lasting tongue sucking kisses. Then he swiftly picked her up and ran to the end of the corridor.
“No, Saab, no. Please no,” she begged. He still carried her away. I followed their movement just to find that the naughty couple had gone to the beach for skinny dipping.
There was something strange about this couple that I wasn’t able to pinpoint. I watched them play in the water from a window. After some time, they came up. Seeing them return it hit me.
At that moment, Reema appeared darker than usual. It was not the dim lighting or a skin tan. Her complexion was literally a few shades darker than before.
The first time I saw her, she was wearing heavy make-up. Her hair was soaked in hair-oil, her legs were red as if she recently got them waxed. In addition to that, I didn’t hear her speak in full sentences until that night. All these hints were pointing me towards just one conclusion.
“Tarun got married to his housemaid?!”
This did not make any sense. Unrelated to that, the reason I stayed in the Janitor’s room was to see them swap wives. The truth is, no such thing happened. This investigation was a total waste of time. Eventually, I gave up and went for my routine work.
The next morning Mr. Thakur had booked an indoor pool for a couple of hours. As I mentioned before, we have these pools for couples to get naked in someplace other than their rooms. So, by rule one attendant has to stand outside the pool room to ensure that no one else enters.
Since I volunteered to take care of Mr. and Mrs. Thakur throughout their stay, I was the one to stand outside.
First came Menka looking smoking hot as ever. In contrast to that one piece black swimsuit I saw her in yesterday, today she was wearing a two-piece white bikini with a robe for decency. She was kind enough to let me help her take off the robe.
This meant that I was gifted with a beautiful view of her nearly naked body covered by a tight g-string bikini.
Once she was in the water, she looked at me and said, “Thank you.”
I said, “Welcome.”
“Thank you,” she repeated.
“Welcome,” I said.
This was followed by an awkward silence until I realized that this was her polite way of saying, “Get out!”
Embarrassed, I stepped outside and slowly pulled the door to close it. But before I could do that, I saw young Tarun stand in front of me.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, realizing that he startled me.
He was trying to quietly walk past me, but I wasn’t letting him in.
“Excuse me…” he spoke.
“This one is occupied,” I said.
“I know. Mrs.. Thakur, right?” he said, pointing at the door.
Realizing that Menka herself called her young loverboy to the pool, I dropped my resistance and let him in. Suddenly I felt uncomfortable again. I don’t know why I was feeling guilty about Menka’s actions.
If this guilt was not enough, I got scared seeing Subir sir approaching. I wanted to alert Menka about this new development. I just didn’t know how.
“Good morning, Komal,” he greeted.
Me: Good morning, sir.
Sir: Is Menka inside?
Me: Yes… I mean, no.
Sir: No?
Me: No. (I said with confidence)
Sir: She said she will be here. Where did she go?
Me: Maybe she went to the beach.
Sir: Beach?! Why the beach? I told her I’m booking the pool for just two hours. Maybe I should call her.
Me: No need. (After pretending to think.) I think I just saw madam return to the room.
Mr. Thakur was wondering what to do next while he had his phone in hand. After I convincingly said that she went to their room, he turned to walk away. But suddenly he got a call. Picking it up, he asked,
“Where are you?”
“I’m here. Come on in,” said Menka. I know it was Menka on the other side because she didn’t say this on the phone. Instead, she partially opened the door to call him in. From where I was standing, I could see her bareback.
This means she took off her clothes while she was inside. This also means that the other woman, Reema’s husband, Tarun, is naked too. Still, Menka was boldly calling her husband inside. I was very confused. All this was very new to me.
On his way in, Mr. Thakur looked at me.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t see her return to the pool.” I quickly spoke the first thought that came to my mind.
In return, he smiled.
After this, I simply stood in shock while wondering what was happening inside. At one point, I saw Reema, Tarun’s wife approaching the pool. She was not wearing any make-up, which made her skin complexion as dark as mine. As a matter of fact, she was only as pretty as I am except that she has bigger breasts.
On top of that, she was wearing a night maxi! Can you believe it? A maxi that middle-class Indian women wear? She was wearing it in a four-star hotel!
If I was not sure last night, her appearance made it clear that Reema is indeed a housemaid. When she came asking, I didn’t even bother to say anything. I simply pointed her to go in. Following that, I stood there in silence for another half an hour.
At one point, Mr. Thakur rang the pool bell to call me in. I wish he hadn’t. When I stepped inside, the first thing I saw was that all four of them were naked. In one corner of the pool, Menka and Tarun were warmly embracing and fucking each other.
Their naked bodies were partially submerged in the pool. But the water was transparent enough for me to clearly see every bit of their body. They seemed to be in some trance as they didn’t realize that I walked in.
Meanwhile, outside the pool on a chair was Mr. Thakur sitting next to the bell button. The newlywed Reema was on her knees like a bitch, sucking his cock. Reema, too, didn’t bother to acknowledge my entry. She continued with her blowjob. Looking closely, I saw a lot of sticky cum spewed all over her bum.
“Yes, Komal. Come in.” Subir sir said politely, “I hope all this doesn’t offend you.”
I didn’t know what to say. My eyes were simply shifting from one naked body to the other. I was in shock, speechless, and frozen in my spot. The thing that hurt me the most was Menka’s betrayal. My lesbian crush having sex with someone else, and on top of that, she was ignoring me.
I didn’t hear much of what Mr. Thakur was saying but he said something like this, “I felt sad for you just standing outside. So if you want you can join us.”
Basically, he wanted another pussy to fuck after ruining that filthy maid’s loose cunt. Meanwhile, I was craving the warm embrace of Mrs. Menka Thakur. Seeing Menka being thrust by this young man made me feel warmth in my loins. Suddenly I felt the wetness between my legs that moisten my panty.
Subir sir noticed that. He called Menka to get her to look towards me. Menka turned around, and with all the kindness in her heart, she stretched her arms wide to call me in. For the first time, her soft DD pillows were out, open, and in front of my eyes in their full glory.
Unknowingly I felt this urge to step inside the pool, and so I started undressing. Menka was taking a step towards me, but then Tarun grabbed her butt and pulled her back. He then started fucking Menka from behind.
This was very new for me, being naked in front of other people. I was done stripping and about to take my first step inside the pool. I felt no shame as I could see my beautiful angel Menka in front of me, calling me.
That’s when Tarun started moaning as he was close to climax. Then at one point, he came while screaming, “Oh mommy!”
As a matter of fact, everybody in that room heard that, and possible people in the adjacent pool heard it too. I was about to dip my toe in the water but stopped with this horrifying thought.
“No, no, no, no… No! This can’t be true.” I was screaming in my head, “Tarun is not… Menka’s son?! Or is he?”
While this thought caused chaos in my mind I noticed facial similarities between Tarun and Menka. I also remembered the names on the bag. Reema’s last name was written as Raina. But there was no mention of Tarun’s last name. Tarun’s last name could very well be Tarun Thakur.
At this moment, the reality of the situation hit me hard. Being a loyal girlfriend, I was about to be , committing adultery, homosexuality, orgy, and incest. All this because of one beautiful woman named Menka.
This was too must for me to decide then and there. So while I am naked and frozen at that moment on the edge of the pool, I think I will stop now and continue this story some other time. As far as this story’s authenticity goes, believe it or not. But just remember this ‘Truth is sometimes stranger than fiction.’
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