Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

As soon as my hand touched Neeru’s filthy, grime-stained clothes, I pulled them onto the sofa beside me and began rubbing my hand against them, as if wiping off dirt that had stuck to my own hand. My hand kept rubbing against the sofa, but my gaze had shifted from the TV and was fixed on Neeru’s dirty clothes. My mind was blank; my eyes simply kept staring at the garments.

 
I didn't even realize when my hand moved again and returned to Neeru’s grimy undershirt. My hand began stroking the dirty vest. I glanced toward the basement stairs, assured he wasn't there, and pulled the filthy, grime-caked vest closer to me. Maitri's product.
 
I dropped Neeru’s dirty, black-stained undershirt into my lap and began to feel the fabric. Even though it was lying about a foot and a half away from me, I could smell the filth on the vest. My eyes were fixed on the stains of grime, oil, and other substances marring the garment. There were dark, blackened patches scattered across it. When I touched one of the marks, it felt somewhat stiff, as if a thick substance had spilled or been wiped off there.
 
The thought crossed my mind that it might be syrup, but the very next moment, a different thought struck me: could this be a stain of filthy semen from Neeru’s dirty Lund (cock), wiped onto the vest by that vile, filthy man after fucking God knows who?
 
A sense of revulsion and disgust rose within me, yet my fingers didn't let go of the stain; instead, they kept gently stroking it. Was this a stain from Neeru’s cum or something else entirely? To clear up my suspicion, I lifted the dirty undershirt resting in my lap and brought the stain close to my nose, trying to smell it.
 
The stain had stiffened considerably, and since so much time had passed, it didn't emit any distinct odor; there was only the stench of Neeru’s unwashed body, foul sweat and grime, clinging to the garment. Yet, my focus remained fixed on that stain, and I was scanning for others like it. I pressed another stain right against my nose and inhaled, but again, only the reek of Neeru’s stale sweat filled my nostrils and lungs. Perhaps that scent even invigorated me.
 
There was only one way left to confirm the nature of the mark, an idea that suddenly crossed my mind. Then, acting on impulse, I lowered the dirty undershirt from my nose until the grimy stain was right by my lips. Unintentionally, my tongue darted out and touched the stain. Created by Maitri.
 
My mind was a complete blank, devoid of thought, yet the tip of my tongue was now tracing that dry, stiffened stain. I didn't know what I was doing, but the moisture from my tongue began to dampen the fabric, causing the dried stain to soften and revive. I gave it a light lick and felt a strange sensation, though I couldn't quite comprehend what it was.
 
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