Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

I spent about half an hour watching TV and reading the newspaper; when Neeru didn't show up, I silently thanked God (Khuda), glad to be rid of him, and settled in comfortably.

But about fifteen minutes later, the doorbell suddenly rang. I was startled, and my heart began to race at the sound. My Choot (pussy) involuntarily tightened, and a wave of fear shot through my mind and body. Regaining my composure, I retied my gown snugly around my body and walked toward the door. Crafted by Maitri.
 
When I opened it, there stood Neeru in the same filthy clothes, grinning and revealing his nasty, yellow-red, foul-smelling teeth.
 
"Salaam, Mem-sahib," he said as he stood there. I glanced at him once, then immediately turned away, wrinkling my nose in disgust. Neeru closed the door and followed me into the lounge.
 
I sat back down on the sofa, and Neeru stood silently to one side.
 
Then Neeru spoke: "Madam-ji, shall we start the work? The same like from yesterday?"
 
For some reason, I immediately glared at him in anger and asked, "Which work?"
 
Neeru, looking instantly intimidated, said, "I meant cleaning the storeroom, Madam-ji." Edited by Funlover.
 
As I relaxed a little, I also felt a twinge of embarrassment; while Neeru hadn't even considered it, my mind had immediately jumped to the sex we’d had. Or perhaps that madarchod (bastard) had deliberately used ambiguous language.
 
Anyway, I shook those thoughts from my mind and said to him, "Yes, alright, go ahead and start. Finish cleaning the gallery, and then start on the lower level. I’ll come and check on it later."
 
Neeru replied, "Alright, Mem-sahib." Then, standing right there, Neeru started taking off his shirt.
 
Startled, I exclaimed, "Hey... what are you doing?"
 
Neeru took off his shirt and hung it on the back of the sofa, a short distance away from me, saying, "Madam-ji, clothes get dirty in the store room, so I thought I’d just take my shirt off here."
 
Hearing this made me want to laugh; as if he had been wearing clean clothes to begin with! After the shirt, Neeru took off his grimy undershirt as well and placed it right on top of the shirt. He cast a sultry, suggestive glance at my body and headed toward the store room. I kept watching his bare, dark, and dirty back until he descended the basement stairs and vanished from sight.
 
I went back to watching the TV, where a good program was playing. My mind was no longer on Neeru at all, and I was relieved that my stern attitude had prevented him from trying anything untoward today.
 
While watching TV, I absentmindedly stretched my hand out toward the back of the sofa, and it brushed against Neeru’s clothes. I didn't even look his way, remaining focused on the television, yet I didn't pull my hand back either; instead, it kept moving over the garments. At that moment, I wasn't even consciously aware that I was touching Neeru's dirty clothes. Absorbed in the TV, I had completely forgotten that he had left his clothes on the sofa back before heading to the store room.
 
I was feeling the fabric, trying to identify it without looking, much like how the mind suddenly recalls or registers a sensation. As I touched the clothes, I noticed patches of stiffness here and there. Still not grasping the situation, I turned my head casually to look at my hand, only for it to jerk back toward me as if it had touched a live electric wire. Presented by Maitri.
 
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