Misc. Erotica Respect and Revenge

[Deepak.kapoor]

The Bath Behind the Curtain

Sher had now blended into the household so seamlessly that both Sartaj and Meera had begun to consider him a trustworthy fixture. On the outside, he was the same humble, hardworking servant—waking early to clean the house, running to the market, and helping care for Jyoti.

On the inside, however, his predatory mind was constantly measuring every inch of Meera's flesh. At night, he would quiet his dark urges by staring at those old photographs, but his hunger had flared up so intensely that mere fantasy was no longer enough. He craved the real sight.

He had learned that every morning, right after Sartaj left for duty, Meera took her bath. That was his moment.

In the afternoon, while Meera was taking her afternoon nap, Sher picked up a small chisel and a hammer. With extreme caution, he inspected the wall from the storeroom situated right behind the bathroom. An old wooden cabinet stood there, whose backing wall opened directly into the shower area of Meera's bathroom.

He shifted the cabinet slightly and went to work on a corner of the wall. He struck every blow with calculated precision so no sound would escape into the rest of the house.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Today, fortune shines on me. Sartaj Saab thinks his Memsaab is the queen of a palace, but today I'll see what the treasure beneath that silk saree really looks like. Those breasts... swollen and heavy with milk... those round, fleshy hips... and that place between her thighs... uff, today I'll see it all naked. Shankar Bhai's sacred property will be served right onto the platter of my eyes.'

After nearly an hour of painstaking labor, he carved out a tiny peephole. The hole was completely invisible from the outside because he fitted a small wooden plug in front of it that could be slid away whenever needed.

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Meera was walking from the living area toward the bathroom.

Meera: (Looking at Sher, calmly) "Sher, I am going to take a bath. Please fetch clean towels from the storeroom near the bathroom. I need my bathrobe too."

Sher: (Bowing his head humbly) "Yes, Memsaab."

There was complete turmoil in his mind—this was his chance.

He slipped into the storeroom immediately. Hiding behind the cabinet, he pulled out the wooden plug and pressed his eye against the hole.

Through that hidden peephole, Sher witnessed a heavenly, sight that was entirely forbidden to him.

There stood Meera, completely naked. Under the bright, harsh glare of the bathroom’s white light, her body shone like a polished marble statue. In that radiance, every curve, every voluptuous contour stood out with stark clarity. She was lost deep in her own thoughts, completely unaware of the world and everything around her.

Her saree lay discarded on a small side table. Right beside it rested her silk bra and panties. Beneath it all, she was entirely bare. Taking in this sudden, uninhibited nudity, Sher’s breath seized inside his lungs, his entire focus locking onto the scene before him.

Sher leaned in closer. 

Completely oblivious, Meera stood near the marble tub. Tiny droplets of water slid down her gleaming back like scattered raw diamonds. Then, to secure her bun, she slowly raised her arms, and with that single movement, her breasts... lifted upward. 

They swung completely free, unburdened by any restraint, in all their majestic glory.

Sher [Internal Scream]: 'My God... why did you bring a thirsty man like me to stand before this forbidden well! These breasts... uff, so heavy, so round... like ripe mangoes, just waiting to be touched. And those nipples... dark crimson, standing proud and stiff with the chill and arousal. I want to suck them, bite them, squeeze them—until the milk bleeds out.'

His lips remained parted like dry leaves. 

Her breasts were glistening wet, every curve carved in absolute clarity. And her nipples... dark, deep crimson, standing stiff and proud against the chill and the rising heat.

There was a delicate arch to her waist, and then... then she raised one leg, resting her foot onto the edge of the tub.

Right between her thighs, dripping wet with water and completely hairless and smooth... her bare center was laid open before his eyes. Her lips were soft and slightly plump—pink, glistening wet, like a flower soaked in fresh dew.

Sher’s lund throbbed wildly inside his pants, aching with tension. He began stroking himself frantically, keeping pace with Meera’s every movement.

Sher [Plea]: "Just let me touch it once! For God’s sake, just once... let my hands feel what these eyes have seen! This hot, wet place of yours... let me shove my fingers in, lick it, plunge into it—until you’re squirming and screaming."

Lost in the quiet pleasure of her humming, Meera brought her hands down and began rubbing soap across her full swells.

She was completely unaware that her palms were inadvertently kneading her own flesh, her fingers gently pinching her sensitive nipples between them. Watching this intensely erotic sight, Sher’s throat dried up completely, and a muffled gasp was on the verge of tearing out from his lips.

And then, that white lather of soap slowly began sliding downward... first forming an intoxicating ring around Meera’s deep navel, and from there, dripping straight down... sliding right into the crevice between her thighs.

It felt almost impossible for Sher to tear his eyes away from that secret hole in the wall. 

That version of Meera, the sheer intoxication of her naked body, was fanning a dangerous fire deep within him. But just then, he remembered he hadn't come here empty-handed; he had to deliver the towel and bathrobe to Memsaab.

If he delayed any longer, she might grow suspicious.

He took a deep, heavy breath, struggling to master his overwhelming arousal. Tiptoeing away from the peephole, he moved toward the main bathroom door, the vivid images he had just witnessed still burning inside his head.

Reaching the bathroom door, he called out in a low voice:

Sher: "Meera Madam, where should I leave the towel and bathrobe? I've brought them."

From inside came Meera Madam’s calm voice: "Leave them on the door handle."

Sher said softly, "Alright, Madam."

He stepped forward quietly and carefully hung the towel and bathrobe on the handle of the door.

As soon as he placed the towel, he deliberately stomped his shoe on the floor to make a loud sound, making Meera Madam believe he was walking away.

"Let me just pretend to walk a bit further and come right back!" he muttered under his breath, taking two sneaky steps backward before turning around swiftly to head right back.

Just then, the rush of water ceased. Meera stepped out from the cool water of the bathtub. 

For a brief second, a chilly draft of air made her entire body shiver. She stood there motionless for a moment, completely naked, droplets of bathwater glistening all over her bare flesh. A few stray drops ran down her fair skin, coming to a rest right at the edge of her swollen breasts.

Those droplets of water continued to slide lower, threading through the deep valley between her breasts.

Slowly, Meera walked toward the bathroom door.

Reaching the door, she used her long, soft fingers to crack it open just a tiny sliver—barely enough to glance outside. Her eyes fell on the towel and bathrobe hanging from the hook. Keeping her naked body carefully hidden behind the shadow of the door, she reached her hand out and, without delay, snatched the hanging towel and bathrobe inside, slamming the door shut instantly.

Sher kept his eyes glued to the secret peephole. Holding his breath, he watched every single detail.

Meera Madam turning around like that, completely unaware... was an outright assault on his senses! 

Her firm, glowing buttocks came into view through the hole in the blink of an eye.

Sher's blood rushed to his head, his eyes burning with pure madness.

Those cheeks... They were like two perfect moons ...

"My God! I could just devour them whole! Just look at that sweet, rich piece of flesh! Brother, today my heart is going to burst right out of my chest!"

First, she wrapped the towel around her wet, open hair. Then, moving downward, she gently dried her neck and shoulders. 

Meera carefully lifted a corner of the towel and placed it against her chest. Slowly, with caressing strokes, she began drying her prominent, heavy breasts. Every touch of the towel felt like a lush, soothing sensation to her.

She patted both sides alternately with the towel to absorb the lingering drops. Whenever the cloth grazed her pink nipples, a low, suppressed sigh escaped her lips—it was a completely private moment, charged with quiet passion.

After drying her chest, her hand naturally drifted lower. She began patting her intimate area dry. She let the towel linger there a bit longer, as the skin in that spot held more moisture. She performed this intensely private act without a trace of hesitation.

Every soft friction of the towel stirred a slow, simmering heat within her. As she dried that delicate place, her eyes drifted shut once more, and a soft, faint smile hovered on her lips.

Outside, the eyes glued to the hole belonged to Sher, who was bearing witness to this entire ritual. Watching Meera's completely naked performance, his breath seized in his chest all over again.

Seeing Meera caress her chest with the towel set off a tempest in Sher's mind.

"Oh... if only those were my hands instead of that cloth," he thought, grinding his teeth. "It should be my hands stroking those heavy breasts so gently... giving them that soft, slow touch."

And when Meera began drying her intimate region with the towel, Sher's fantasies ran completely wild.

"Dear Lord! Right now... instead of the towel, it should be my hand... drying that fragile spot, caressing it... feeling that hidden wetness. That smile... shouldn't be for the touch of a cloth, it should be for the touch of my fingers!"

Sher's entire body broke into a drenching sweat. His eyes turned blood-red with lust.

Meera picked up a blue panties. They were so small that they could barely cover her shapely, tight buttocks. It was practically a thin strip of fabric cutting right through her cheeks, making their roundness stand out even more starkly. Slowly, she pulled them up over her smooth thighs.

Next, she put on her blue bra. As she hooked it in place, her heavy, full breasts struggled for freedom inside the tight fabric. The cloth was so snug that the upper swell of her breasts spilled out over the top.

Meera: (Gazing at her changing body in the mirror, a soft blush of embarrassment warming her face as she muttered to herself) "My God... everything has become so small and tight. It feels like these are about to tear open right now. I'll have to buy new sets soon... otherwise, this is going to be impossible to manage."

She studied her reflection in the glass. There was a natural flush on her face—a intoxicating blend of shyness and heightened beauty.

Meera: (Admiring herself in the mirror, running her hand gently over her stomach) "Meera... it's only the start of the third month. The belly is still practically flat, but..."

She turned sideways to look at her backside and then glanced back up at her chest.

Meera: (Smiling, speaking softly to herself) "But these breasts... they've gotten so heavy. And my ass too... sarees don't even fit properly anymore. Sartaj is in for a treat, he's going to love this new look of mine... if only he were home to see it."

She used her fingers to adjust the edges of the bra, sending a mesmerizing, heavy sway through her swollen breasts.

Behind the Wall: 


On the other side of the hole, Sher was losing his mind. His eyes were glued to the peephole like a dying man staring at a well of water. His breathing was so heavy that he feared Meera might hear him.


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: (Swallowing his spit, eyes wide with frenzy) 'Holy shit... blue color! Swear to God, Is that a pair of panties or just a piece of string? Damn it, half the treasure is already spilling out for the taking. And uff... that chest! That bra is gasping for breath. Look how that fair flesh is aching to tear right through that blue cloth.'



When Meera admired herself in the mirror and cupped her heavy breasts in her hands to support their weight, Sher's heart leaped into his throat.


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Lord Almighty! Those hands should have been mine. That blue fabric looks so fucking wild against her fair skin, I feel like breaking down this wall right now. 

Memsaab is saying she needs to buy new ones… Hell, why? These tight clothes are what give the real pleasure! This swell, this curve... Sartaj doesn't deserve this luck!

Let that bastard stay on duty—the real feast is being served right in front of my eyes.'


She slowly turned around before the mirror, taking in her own body. A faint smile touched her lips, as if she were thoroughly satisfied with her shapely frame.


After admiring herself for a few moments, Meera reached for the bathrobe resting nearby. It was silky and snow-white. She picked it up and slid her arms into the sleeves. 

The bathrobe remained open, leaving her undergarments completely exposed. She picked up the belt of the bathrobe and tied a loose knot around her waist.


Sher's Thoughts: "Hey! What did you do! Everything is hidden now! You could have at least left it a little open!"


After slipping on the bathrobe, Meera took a deep breath and began fixing her hair. She was ready to step out of the bathroom.


Meera was humming a soft tune, lost in her own serene world. How could she know that right behind that door, a man had forever trapped her freedom and her innocence in the clutches of his dark lust?


Finally, Sher stumbled back, trembling. His body was on fire. He knew he would never forget this sight until his dying breath—those water-glistening breasts, the innocent peek of those pink buds, and those two flawless, pale moons upon which even God had left no mark.


And he knew this as well—this was only the beginning. This wasn't the end. This hidden game with Meera Madam had only just begun.


Sher hurried across the hallway with heavy, swift strides. He stopped in a pitch-black corner where no one could see him.


He gripped his throbbing lund tightly—a touch heavy with a ruthless oath. He swore under his breath, his eyes gleaming through the darkness.

Sher's Resolve: "I swear on my mother! Next time, these eyes won't just watch. These hands will touch, these lips will taste, and this body... will claim its right! Meera... you belong to Sartaj, but now you will be mine too. I will consume you slowly, tormenting you, listening to your every scream, feeling your every shiver. Shankar Bhai's promise... I will fulfill it."