Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

“Sorry… sorry…” I said, pulling my hand away. Then, I moved my face close to his grimy chest and, ignoring the foul odor, leaned in to blow gently on his scratches. I asked,

“Should I apply some Povidone to these?”
 
Neeru replied,
“No, no, Madam… no need for Povidone… just a little bit of your spit will fix everything.” Written by Maitri.
 
Looking at him, I said,
 
“Why? Why should I use my spit? Am I your wife?”
 
He said,
“Alright, Madam… never mind… but if Sahab-ji sees this, what answer will I give him?”
 
Running my finger over his nipple and smiling, I asked,
 
“Does your boss look at this nipple of yours too? And if he does, just tell him you tried to bang his wife.”
 
Neeru ran his hand over my breasts, right over my bra, and kissed my lips as he said,
 
“Madam… I could never r.a.p.e you.” Maitri's creativity.
 
Smiling, I asked,
 
“Why couldn't you?”
 
Grinning to reveal his grimy teeth, Neeru said, “Because I really like you, Madam… that’s why.”
 
I laughed and said, “Alright, alright… stop buttering me up now… I’ll fix this.”
 
I looked at his grimy chest, then slowly extended the tip of my tongue toward it. Gazing at him, I gently touched one of the scratches on his chest with the tip of my tongue.
 
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…” A long, relieved sigh escaped Neeru’s lips.
 
Smiling at him, I began running my tongue over one of the scratches, moving it slowly from bottom to top. As I licked the raw, abraded area with my tongue, the taste of his foul sweat filled my mouth, accompanied by the salty tang of his blood. It felt incredibly bizarre to be licking the wounds of a filthy man like Neeru. More than the raw wound itself, the grime and sweat from his dirty, dark body were coating my tongue. Yet, I had reached a state where I was no longer conscious of what I was doing or why.
 
Neeru said, "Madam... it feels much better now. I’m getting some relief. If you could just apply a little more saliva, everything would be fine."
 
Gently stroking his stomach, I asked, "How else should I apply it? I’m already doing it with my tongue... just like you asked."
 
Then, Neeru did something else repulsive. He lowered his head and spat directly onto the raw patch on his chest. A generous amount of saliva dripped from his mouth onto his chest, mixing with the sweat and grime of his body. That increasingly filthy mixture began to flow downwards, running over the raw wound.
 
I watched in silence as it trickled down his dirty body. Neeru said,
 
"Madam-ji... please spread it over my wounds."
 
I felt deeply unsettled. I glanced at him once and then reached out, moving my finger toward the saliva. And just as I began to touch the foul saliva trickling down his chest, he grabbed my wrist and said,
“Not like that, Madam-ji…” Edited by Funlover.
 
Without making even the slightest attempt to pull my fair, delicate wrist away from his filthy, thick, dark lips, I asked,
 
“Then how?”
 
Neeru grinned, revealing his grimy teeth, and said, “Madam-ji… just like you were doing before.”
 
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Maitri Patel.