Adultery Sakshi's Universe

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The room still carried the scent of her urine, faint but lingering, soaked into the air like a secret no window could release. . Shoba knew ramu has kind of allergy of buffalo milk , he did not like buffalo doodh, he can drink cows milk but not buffalo.She knew this from janani. Ramu hadn’t moved from the chair. The jug sat at his feet, empty. Sakshi stood near the kitchen shelf, her back to him, hands moving slowly—methodically—as she prepared the next phase of her test
buffalo Doodh. Cold from the fridge.
Bad smelling ghee. Thick and golden.
She poured the buffalo milk into a small steel tumbler, then drizzled in the Bad smelling ghee, watching it swirl like a lazy monsoon eddy. She stirred it slowly, deliberately, and with every circle of the spoon, her pulse quickened.

She knew he hated buffalo milk. She remembered the way his face had twisted the one time she’d seen him sip some with his BP tablets—he’d gagged, lips curling like a child forced to drink kaadha.
he also hated Bad smelling ghee. Bad smelling ghee so thick, it moved like sin.
Together? He would hate it. And that made it perfect.
She turned.
He looked up, still breathing slowly, still not moving.
"Kameez utaro," she said. "Fold it. Keep it aside."

He obeyed.
"Ab ghutno pe aao. Crawl to me."
He hesitated for a beat—then lowered himself. Palms flat, knees to tile, crawling like a man entering a Devi temple on Amavasya night.
Her eyes glittered. "Haan... that’s right. Mere samne rengo. Show me what bhakti looks like."
She stepped back, toward the low divan, and sat. Dbangd her saree up to her knees. Pulled it higher. Then more—until the smooth expanse of her dusky thighs lay exposed.
She dipped her fingers into the tumbler and let the thick, cold liquid fall.
First a trail down one thigh. Then the other.
It was thick. Creamy. Vulgar.
The buffalo milk streaked her brown skin. The Bad smelling ghee followed—slow, viscous, sticky as sin. It slid over her curves, pooled dangerously close to the mouth of her choot.
She gasped at the chill. "Uff, Ramu... look what I’ve done. Gandagi ban gayi hoon. Kya karoge iske saath?"
"Saaf karo," she said, voice dark with command.
He crawled forward. Didn’t ask. Didn’t flinch.
His mouth opened. Tongue extended. And he began.
She saw his face twitch—the buffalo milk curdling his tongue, the Bad smelling ghee cloying. He hated every second.
"Doodh, na? You hate doodh," she murmured, smiling. "But you’ll lick it off my legs without a murmur. Because I said so."
He nodded mid-lick.
She moaned. "Good, Ramu. Lick it up. Har boond. I want to feel your disgust melt into devotion."
His tongue dragged slow, reverent paths from her knee to her inner thigh. Her legs parted further.
Her choot pulsed beneath the heat.
"Jyada paas aa rahe ho," she breathed, eyelids heavy. "Do you know how many men have wanted this view? And you... you fucking namakharam... you earn it through disgust."
He groaned softly. Licked deeper.

She gasped. "Shabash. Bhakt ban gaya hai tu."
The last of the buffalo milk-Bad smelling ghee mess was gone.
She grabbed his hair, tugged his face right to her inner thigh.
"Ek aur chaat. Gehri. From the kneecap to my goddamn temple."
He obeyed.
She arched back, blouse tight across her breasts. "Ramu... haan... fuck."
When he finished, she pushed his forehead back gently.
"Dusra test clear."
He panted, lips shining, eyes wild.
"Am I done, Sakshi?"
She stood, hips swaying like a naachwali. "Abhi nahi. You’re just trained."
She walked toward the bedroom, leaving the scent of her arousal behind.
"Agla part? Final exam. Let’s see if this naukar earns his rani."
The door stayed open.
The air pulsed.
And her choot... soaked like first rain over cracked earth.