Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

I shook off those thoughts, retrieved the basket of apples from the fridge, and returned to the table. Setting the basket down, and averting my gaze, I said, "Here, have an apple..." Written by Maitri.

 
Neeru was still standing there. Touching my arm, he picked up an apple and said, "Thank you, Ma'am."
 
I sat down silently in my seat. But deep inside, my mind had become a raging storm.
 
I am Dr. Sana... 27 years old, fair-skinned, beautiful, educated, a woman of high society. My husband is a doctor; my home is one of affluence; I possess a status of my own. Until today, I had never allowed another man to even come close to my body. Aside from Saud, I had never let even the shadow of another man fall upon my fair, moon-like skin.
 
And today... what have I done?
 
I surrendered myself to a filthy, dark-skinned, foul-smelling, low-caste sweeper. A ***** sweeper... whose lungi hadn't been washed in months, whose body reeked of sweat and grime, whose teeth were stained red and yellow, and whose hands were caked with dirt and grease.
 
I loathed myself. Maitri's creation.
 
I looked at my reflection in the mirror; my fair arms protruded from his filthy shirt. Through the shirt's unbuttoned front, my red bra was clearly visible. The shirt reached down to my thighs, leaving my fair legs bare beneath. I... Dr. Sana... was now wrapped in his dirty shirt.
 
My heart was pounding. On one side lay deep shame and guilt, betrayal of Saud, a fall from my high status, the act of fucking a lowly man.
 
On the other side... there still lingered a faint itch and wetness deep within my Choot (pussy). The mere thought of Neeru's filthy Lund (cock) sent a shiver running through my body. I thought to myself—"Have I gone mad?
 
Why did I abandon my clean, perfumed, handsome husband to take that filthy animal inside me?
 
His stench, his paan, his spit, his semen... and all of it going from my mouth down into my stomach... Shit... I should have felt nothing but revulsion for it all, but... but why is my Choot (pussy) still wet? Why my choot (pussy) acting against my thoughts?
 
Why did I find pleasure in his filth?
 
Why did I feel that I derived a pleasure far more intense, deeper, and more intoxicating from this lowly sweeper than I ever did from Saud’s clean, proper lovemaking?"
 
My eyes welled up with tears.
 
I cursed myself, "You’ve become a whore, Sana... a high-class whore. And to think, a filthy man’s Lund (cock) has just tasted your Choot (pussy). You’ve ruined everything in a single day. What if Saud finds out? He’ll never forgive me. And whether Saud forgives me or not... how will I ever forgive myself?"
 
And yet... the memory of Neeru’s dirty lungi, his foul-smelling shirt, and his grimy fingers inside my Choot (pussy)... the moment I recalled it all, my nipples hardened. My breathing grew heavy.
 
I told myself silently, "That’s it... that was the last time. Never again. I have to forget all of this. I must never dwell on this filth again."
 
But deep down, somewhere inside, I knew... this addiction wouldn't be so easy to shake off. Edited by Funlover.
 
Neeru rubbed the apple vigorously against his dirty lungi to clean it, then bit into it with his grimy teeth and began to eat. I watched him with utter loathing.
 
That lungi... the very garment he had used just moments ago to wipe his semen off my face and Choot (pussy)... that was the same lungi he was now using to clean his apple.
 
I felt the urge to retch.
 
And yet... deep within my Choot (pussy), a faint, rhythmic throbbing persisted. I closed my eyes, and just one question kept swirling through my mind, over and over again: “Sana… who exactly are you?”
 
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