Swapping Couples In Our Resort - Part 2
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.