Adultery Guru Ji Ka Treatment by Mai Hu Na

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Guru-ji probably realized my condition. Thank God!
Guru-ji: Okay, okay. Now go to your room Anita. I need to brief Meenakshi and Sanjeev regarding my evening visit.
I was more than relieved to get out of that room. I returned to my room with red ears and heavy breathing. It
seemed as if Guru-ji and Sanjeev’s little chat was still ringing in my ears. I felt so very humiliated. I rested for a
while sitting on my bed and then went for a nap, but several things were clubbing into my mind, especially the mahayagya
topic. Guru-ji told that it was a yagya, which would extend to two days and through it my vaginal block and
discharge issues would be solved. But how? What would I have to do for two days? Why did he say it would be
‘strenuous’? There was no answer available with me!
The additional trouble issue in my mind was ‘Mama-ji’, as he said he would come again. To tell the truth, I was
unable to form an opinion regarding Mama-ji. I certainly felt his fingers not acting the normal way on my youthful
body. Mama-ji never behaved like this before though there was very little chance of me and him getting along
‘alone’. Still I was not convinced to consider such things about this 50+ man. Thinking on all these lines, I did not
know when I went into a deep slumber.
“Knock! Knock!”
“Madam! Madam! Please get up”.
I quickly alighted off the bed to this call and was about to approach the door, but noticed that I was not wearing
my sari. Actually before I went to bed I opened it to be comfortable on bed. I stopped and quickly wrapped the
sari around my upper part of the body and opened the door. I could recognize the voice. It was Nirmal. But why is
he shouting?
Me: What has happened?
Nirmal: Madam, Guru-ji is calling you urgent.
Me: Why? Anything serious?
Nirmal: I am not sure, but he asked me to call you.
Me: Okay. I am coming right now, you can go and tell that Guru-ji.
I noticed Nirmal’s eyes fully grazing my petticoat covered lower half of the body, as I was holding my sari with
both hands over my breast and abdomen. Nirmal went off and I closed the door and went to toilet to urinate, as I
was feeling the pressure, and then wore the sari properly, and combed my hair and went towards Guru-ji’s room
again. What could have happened? I was wondering, but not getting a clue.
Me: Guru-ji, were you calling me?
Guru-ji: Yes, yes Anita. I am in a bit of trouble and I need you help.
I was feeling rather uneasy that a man of Guru’s stature is asking for help from me.
Me: Please do not say it like that Guru-ji. Anything for you.
Guru-ji: Anita, as you know, I was scheduled to make a visit to Mr. Yadav’s residence and Sanjeev and Meenakshi
were supposed to accompany me, but from the noontime Meenakshi has been running a temperature and now the
fever is quite high.
Me: Oh! Really?
Guru-ji: Yes. I have given her medicines, but unfortunately she is not in a state to accompany me. But I need at
least one female to act as the medium for Mr. Yadav in the yagya. So, I mean…
Me: Yes Guru-ji?
It was very evident that Guru-ji was hesitating.
Guru-ji: I mean if you could go along with me.
Me: No problems Guru-ji. Why are you so hesitating Guru-ji? It will be my pleasure if I can be of any assistance to
you.
Guru-ji: Thanks Anita. But we will have to stay there tonight, as it would late in the night to complete the yagya.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Sanjeev now added.
Sanjeev: Madam, Mr. Yadav’s apartment is very spacious with lots of rooms and generally we stay in the guest
rooms, which are very cozy. You wont have any problem.
Me: I see. Then when do you plan to start Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: Now its 5:30. We will start at 7 o’clock. Anita, you do one thing, go to Meenakshi’s room and get a brief
idea about how a yagya is arranged, as you will have to help me to set that up at Mr. Yadav’s place.
Me: Right Guru-ji.
I went off from there to Meenakshi’s room. The room was dimly lit and Meenakshi was lying in bed and someone was
sitting near his head and applying a balm on her forehead. The illumination was not enough to make out clearly who
it was.
Me: How are you now Meenakshi?
Meenakshi: The fever is still there in spite of Guru-ji’s medicines.
As I came near the bed, I saw Rajkamal sitting near her head. I touched her neck and cheeks and they were very
warm and surely her temperature was well above 100 degrees.
Me: Hmm. It’s quite high still.
Rajkamal: Its 102 degrees Madam. I checked it minutes prior.
Meenakshi: Madam, did Guru-ji tell you to go to town with him?
Me: Yes. He told me just now.
Meenakshi: Sorry Madam for this trouble, but I am really helpless.
Me: Its absolutely okay. You just take rest.
When I entered from outside in the room, my eyes took some time to adjust. Now I noticed that Meenakshi was
lying on the bed in a very tempting way considering a male is present in the room. I was shocked to see that her
pallu had so much shifted off her big round boobs that half of her treasures were clearly visible above her blouse
and Rajkamal being seated near her head was getting a majestic view. As I looked more intently, as if a shock wave
went passed my spine, as I noticed Meenakshi was lying on bed on doubt, but her head was on not on the pillow, but
on Rajkamal’s lap! He was applying balm to her forehead and the way Meenakshi was breathing I smelt a rat.
Meenakshi: Madam, I have been to Mr. Yadav’s place prior also, you won’t have any problem there.
Me: Okay. But what will I have to do in regards to the yagya?
Meenakshi: Madam, there is nothing much to do, but to arrange the yagya materials like the logs, oil, other list of
yagya items, flowers, utensils etc., which Sanjeev will guide you and its more or less like the puja you perform at
home.
I was much relieved hearing that, as I definitely was a little anxious.
Me: Guru-ji was saying something about ‘medium.’ What is that?
Meenakshi: Madam, in simple words, its like during the yagya a common man needs a medium through which he or
she can attain the goods of the yagya and Guru-ji says to get best effects the genders should be different.
Me: ‘Different’ meaning?
Meenakshi: A male should have a female medium and vice versa Madam.
Me: Okay, okay, I got it.
Meenakshi smiled very meaningfully as I said that and I could not comprehend the significance of that smile.
Meenakshi: I am feeling thirsty.
Rajkamal: One sec…
Meenakshi slightly raised her head and Rajkamal got his lap out and alighted from bed and brought a glass of
water. Meenakshi tried to get up, but Rajkamal forced her to stay back in her position and helped her to drink
water from the glass. As Meenakshi drank, some water dripped down her chin onto her upper chest and Rajkamal
openly touched her upper breast area to wipe it. I tried to take it in the normal spirits, but what he did next did
not allow me to get convinced.
Rajkamal kept the glass on the adjoining table and got back to his original position and Meenakshi also readily lifted
her head to his lap.
Rajkamal: Did water spill to your blouse?
Meenakshi: I don’t know. My body temperature is so high that I cannot feel that.
Rajkamal: Okay I will check, you relax.
Meenakshi: Madam, its better to take one set of clothing with you, as you will have to take a bath after the yagya.
Me: Yes, I also have thought so.
While we conversed, I noticed in the pretext of checking whether water had spilled onto Meenakshi’s blouse,
Rajkamal was virtually feeling every part of Meenakshi’s heaving globes. And most surprisingly Meenakshi was so
casual about that and did not even bother to cover her breasts with her pallu. My heart almost stopped when I saw
he was touching her cleavage, which was exposed over her blouse, with his fingers to see if it was wet!
Rajkamal: Madam, can you get me a cloth from the cupboard?
I was a bit surprised at Rajkamal’s words. Why does he need a cloth?
Me: What for?
Rajkamal: Actually her blouse is wet at parts and I just want to put a cloth inside so that she does not catch a cold
over her fever.
He wants to insert a cloth in the blouse of this fully matured 35-year-old plump woman lying on his lap! I got off
and got the cloth and tried to save Meenakshi from feeling embarrassed.
Me: Let me put it. Which part is wet Rajkamal?
Meenakshi: Madam, you please do not get worried. Rajkamal will do it.
I was spellbound by this lady’s attitude. She wants to have a male hand inside her blouse! I had no other option but
to hand the piece of cloth to Rajkamal.
Rajkamal: Thanks Madam.
He now shamelessly pulled and lifted Meenakshi’s blouse from the front off her skin and inserted the cloth onto
the top of her boobs. I could clearly see this lady’s very attractive sized tits going up and down within her bra.
Rajkamal inserted his fingers along with the cloth on her boobs within her blouse and planted the cloth there. I am
sure he got enough opportunity to feel and cup her matured boobs while offering this ‘help.’
Then Rajkamal was back with his fundamental job of massaging and I thought there was no point sitting here and
watching these shameless acts any more.
Me: Okay Meenakshi, take rest. I will go now.
Meenakshi: Okay Madam.
Rajkamal: Bye Madam.
I went back to my room and started preparing to go to this disabled man, Mr. Yadav’s house with Guru-ji.
I went to the toilet once and used the conveniences to be absolutely fresh. Since I had a tight sleep, I thought it
would not be a problem for me to keep awake till late night if the yagya takes longer period of time to complete. I
took a spare sari, blouse, and petticoat in a bag along with a set of bra and panty. Around 6:30 p.m., Nirmal came to
give a reminder to get ready, but I was ready by that time. I locked my room and went with him to Guru-ji’s room.
Guru-ji was also ready and Sanjeev and Uday were arranging the yagya materials in one place. Within another 15
minutes off we went from the ashram in a car, which Mr. Yadav had sent.
There was not much conversation in the way except Guru-ji and Sanjeev telling me not to be anxious, as they would
guide me what exactly to do. We reached within an hour to Mr. Yadav’s house. It was already dark as the clock said
it was nearly 8. The house was a two-storied building and we went straight upstairs and Mrs. Yadav greeted Guru-ji
very warmly. I noticed Mrs. Yadav was a matured lady, probably nearing 40, who had a proportionate figure for her
age though slightly on the plump side. She took us to the drawing room where Mr. Yadav was sitting on the sofa. He
was also an elderly man, 50+ surely, with specs and a thick beard on his face. He was wearing a white kurta and
pajama and his left leg was strapped in a wooden cast. He was holding to a walking stick and was clearly
handicapped I noticed, as when he tried to stand up, Mrs. Yadav had to support him.
Mr. Yadav also greeted Guru-ji with a warm welcome, but I could not find the girl for which Guru-ji had come to
perform the yagya. Guru-ji was addressing Mrs. Yadav as Nandini and Mr. Yadav as Kumar. After the initial chat,
Guru-ji introduced me to both Mr. and Mrs. Yadav and explained that Meenakshi was ill and could not come.
Guru-ji: Nandini, where is Shilpa? I am not seeing her.
Mrs. Yadav: Guru-ji, she is taking a bath, as I told her she needs to attain the yagya.
Guru-ji: Fine.
Mrs. Yadav: Guru-ji we both are very concerned about her studies. You know that she failed last year and this year
also…
Guru-ji interrupted Mrs. Yadav.
Guru-ji: Nandini, have faith on Linga Maharaj. The yagya will take care of your child. Don’t worry.
All along Mrs. Yadav was standing by her husband and it seemed to me he takes a lot of care for her husband. Just
then a nice-looking, jolly girl entered the room. I could realize this was Shilpa. She looked quite matured for a class
XII girl I noticed, both inn her face and physically also. She was wearing a green top and a black long skirt and with
her hair tied up high and a smile on her face, she looked pretty attractive. Everybody’s focus was on her now,
obviously.
Shilpa: Pranam Guru-ji.
Shilpa came forward and bent to take ashirwad from Guru-ji. I noticed that her boobs jiggled under her top, as she
approached the center of the room towards Guru-ji. She must be wearing a loose bra I thought, which we females
do wear sometimes at home. I noticed Sanjeev’s eyes were already fixed on this girl’s very youthful waggling
breasts.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beta, what’s happening to your studies?
Shilpa: Guru-ji, I am trying my best, but somehow I am unable to produce what I am learning at home.
Guru-ji: Hmm. Concentration problem. Don’t worry Beti, now that I have come, I will take care.
Shilpa: Guru-ji, I am very anxious. My marks have been very low.
Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, the yagya will make your mind blossom fully and you will have no problems in concentration
there on.
Shilpa along with her parents seemed very pleased with Guru-ji’s words. I could realize all this time while Guru-ji
and Shilpa conversed, Mr. Yadav was giving me stares through his specs. Mrs. Yadav was still standing very close to
him. Initially I didn’t notice that, but now I am quite sure that he was eyeing me. Out of natural womanly virtue, I
adjusted my sari over my boobs and hips though it was perfectly all right. I looked at Mrs. Yadav if she is noticing
her husband, but she seemed too engrossed with Guru-ji’s words.
Guru-ji: Okay then, Nandini lets move to the ‘puja ghar’.
Guru-ji and Sanjeev followed Mrs. Yadav and I had to trail them and was rather happy to get out of Mr. Yadav’s
eyesight. The ‘puja ghar’ seemed at the end of first floor, but I saw there were steps going above. Mrs. Yadav was
climbing the steps first followed by Guru-ji, then me, and last was Sanjeev. As I looked up, my eyes automatically
focussed on Mrs. Yadav’s huge undulating gaand, as she climbed the steps. Probably a blind man also would not miss
that. Mrs. Yadav, though looked nearing 40 age wise, I noticed her bottoms looked quite tight and firm as they
swayed behind her sari. Guru-ji was just behind her and his face was nearly touching her swinging gaand as he
followed her.
Alarm bells immediately rang in my ears, as I realized my moving ass would also be a feast for Sanjeev’s eyes, as he
was just behind me climbing the steps. I had no way to bypass the situation and had to climb the stairs just in
front of him. It must have been a grand view for Sanjeev, as by any means my bottom-line was pretty attractive
for a woman of 28. Thankfully there were only a handful of steps and we were there at the ‘puja ghar’, which was
located at one-and-half floor.
Guru-ji: Nandini, I notice you are panting. But you only climbed a small number of steps?
Mrs. Yadav: Ji Guru-ji, I have developed this problem recently.
Guru-ji: Sanjeev, check her pulse once.
Sanjeev: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji and I walked past them into the puja-ghar, but as I glanced back I saw Sanjeev standing to Mrs. Yadav
alarmingly close, which sparked a curiosity in my mind. The puja-ghar was a rather small room with images of gods
and goddesses. Guru-ji was busy to unload the yagya items and asked me separate the flowers and garlands, but I
was rather interested to see what Sanjeev was doing. So I shifted my position such that I was quite close to the
door.
Mrs. Yadav: I do not believe in these allopathy medicines Sanjeev. Dr. had given me some, but am not taking.
Sanjeev: But Nandini Madam, your problem will aggravate if you do not take the pills.
Mrs. Yadav: What more aggravation of problems are you talking about Sanjeev? You know Kumar. He is a drunkard.
Moreover, he is now handicapped for the past 5 years. Shilpa failed last year. Sanjeev, which way should I go?
I could not see them directly, but could hear them clearly and was getting an unknown thrill overhearing them like
this. I could clearly sense that Sanjeev has a good relation with Mrs. Yadav, as she was quite frank to him.
Sanjeev: But Nandini Madam, you cannot change your destiny. Still I tried to do my best within my limited capacity.
Now I shifted my position more towards the door. I looked from the corner of my eyes at Guru-ji and saw he was
quite occupied in arranging for the yagya. The pathway to the puja-ghar was adequately lit up and hence I could
clearly see Mrs. Yadav and Sanjeev. I noticed there was certainly a changed behavioral pattern in Mrs. Yadav - in
front of his husband and now in his absence. Sanjeev to my utter shock was almost hugging Mrs. Yadav!