Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

I looked at him and rose from my seat. It was then that I realized my body was still nearly naked, and I was sitting right in front of Neeru,  wearing nothing but a bra and panties.
 
Instinctively, my hands flew up to cover my boobs and I blurted out, “Oh shit… where is my gown?” Created for you by Maitri.
 
Neeru immediately stood up; thinking- God knows what- he slipped his dirty shirt off his shoulders, stepped behind me, and, dbanging it over my shoulders as if to help me put it on, said, “Madam-ji… please wear this for now… just for a little while.”
 
I turned to look at him, and, I don’t know why or how, my hands moved of their own accord to steady his shirt. I slipped my arms into the sleeves and put it on, then, without sparing him another glance, I headed toward the fridge.
 
On the wall next to the fridge hung a mirror that was even taller than I was. The moment my eyes fell upon my reflection in that mirror, the open fridge door, which I was still holding, remained frozen in my hand, and my gaze became transfixed upon my own image.
 
I saw that my beautiful, fair body was now clad in a terribly filthy shirt, from beneath which my fair arms protruded. The shirt’s buttons were undone, leaving the center of my bra clearly visible. The shirt reached only to my mid-thighs, leaving my fair legs bare beneath it.
 
I stared at my reflection in astonishment, wondering what had happened to me in the span of a single day—how I had transformed from a sophisticated, wealthy, high-class girl into something resembling a cheap, low-class whore.
 
I shook off those thoughts, retrieved a basket of apples from the fridge, returned to the table, and set it down.
 
“Take this, have an apple…” I said, avoiding Neeru’s gaze.
 
Neeru was still standing. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my arm, took an apple from the basket on the table, and said, “Thank you, Ma’am-saab.” Neeru hitched up his lungi slightly and began wiping the apple with the dirty fabric. Maitri's creativity.
 
I glared at him with utter disgust, he was attempting to clean an already clean piece of fruit, and doing so with that filthy lungi of his, a garment he likely hadn't washed in ages, and with which, only moments earlier, he had wiped his own semen off my body.
 
His actions repulsed me so deeply that I turned my face away.
 
Instead of using a knife to slice the apple, Neeru simply bit into it with his stained, grimy teeth and began to eat.
 
Despite myself, I found my gaze drifting back toward him. Neeru sat on the floor right beside my chair, gnawing away at the apple with his foul, discolored teeth.
 
I looked at the apple clutched in his hand; it bore the red-and-yellow imprints of his teeth and in a spot or two, I could even make out traces of blood oozing from his gums.
 
I marveled at just how filthy a human being he was and how I had actually surrendered my body to such a repulsive wretch. I began to feel a profound sense of self-loathing and revulsion. Edited by Funlover.
 
The foul stench of his body still lingered in my nostrils, a stench that, at this very moment, seemed to be rising from the shirt I was currently wearing.
 
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