Misc. Erotica Respect and Revenge

[Deepak.kapoor]

Storm in the Bathroom -- 1

The silence of the night had deepened. Sartaj had not yet returned from the office, and a heavy quiet hung over the rest of the house. Sher was in his room, but there was no sign of sleep in his eyes. All those sights from throughout the day were running through his mind like a movie—Meera's bare waist, her rounded ass, and her fair legs exposed while stepping out of the car.

He knew that Meera would definitely go to the bathroom once before sleeping. Tiptoeing softly, he reached the hallway where the secret hole in the bathroom wall was located. His heart was hammering wildly.

As soon as he reached the hole, he heard the faint sound of falling water from inside. He pressed his trembling eye against that tiny aperture.

Sher ran his dry tongue over his lips and muttered under his breath, "Ah man... if only this hole were a little bigger. Damn it, nothing is visible clearly. If it were just a bit wider, it would be so fucking good..."

He pressed his eye even harder against the opening, as if trying to tear it wider himself. But then he convinced himself, "No, Sher, for now this hole is your luck. Be satisfied with what's visible, otherwise even this will slip from your hands."

The moment he took in the sight inside, Sher's breath caught right in his throat. Meera had taken off her pink saree and stood in just her blouse and petticoat. Standing before the mirror, she was unbinding her hair. The ties at the back of her blouse were untied, exposing her fair, smooth back right before Sher's eyes.

Meera bent down slowly, loosened the drawstring of her petticoat, and slid it down. As the petticoat gathered in a pile at her feet, Sher's breath hitched. Beneath the falling garment, Meera was wearing a fine pink pair of panties that could barely cover her shapely ass.

Peeking out from that tiny piece of pink silk, that fair flesh and its voluptuous shape stood before Sher in all its glory. She looked so close, so intoxicating, that a wild, agonizing craving descended into Sher's eyes.

His mind had gone completely out of control. Swallowing his spit, he muttered in a low, raspy voice:

"Holy shit! Memsaab is wearing such a tiny pair of undies inside that it exists only in name. Damn it, what is this even supposed to cover? Her whole ass is hanging out, with just a strip hanging for name's sake. What a toned, round build... swear to God, just looking at it brings my heart to my mouth!"

He curled his fingers in the air as if actually touching her, whispering in dark excitement, "Just once... if I could just get my hands on her once, I would squeeze that fair flesh hidden beneath this silk so hard that a scream would burst from Memsaab's mouth... such a moan that anyone listening would shiver to their core. Oh queen, what a piece you are!"

Just then, Meera ran her hand over her belly and began caressing it. She was inwardly conversing with her unborn child. Sher noticed that her velvety waist was glowing even brighter now.

His eyes locked onto Meera's waist. "Hey! That's the same bare stomach I touched today..." He rubbed his fingers together, as if trying to relive that touch. "So soft, like velvet. I feel like reaching my hand in right through here and caressing it again. If only... if only I got that chance once more."

Meera's hands raised, and she slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. As she took off her blouse and set it aside, Sher's heartbeat raced even faster.

Beneath it, she wore a tight pink bra that struggled helplessly to hold back the flood of her heavy, shapely breasts. That bra was so tiny that the roundness of her breasts overflowed from the top and bottom, looking as though they would tear through that silky bondage and burst free at any second.

Meera unhooked her bra from behind her back. As that silky restraint went loose, her heavy, shapely breasts tumbled free like a dam bursting open.

Sher stared with wide, wild eyes; those breasts hung like ripe, juicy fruit, their pink nipples glowing with full color and prominence at the tips.

After this, Meera slowly bent downward. Her shapely, silky ass arched upward right in front of Sher's gaze as she slowly slid her pink panties down her legs. In that bent position, Meera's body stretched into a deeply erotic arch—her heavy breasts dangling from above and her round ass protruding behind.

Sher's dick was now desperate to burst out through his pants. He stood trembling in place. Before him, Meera was now completely naked, preparing to step beneath the shower spray. She was the exact same sight Sher had seen in the morning, but today's physical touch had multiplied his lust a hundredfold.

Sher (Whispering inwardly): "Ah... Meera Madam... are you going to take my life today? If only I were in that Saab's place... I wouldn't let you rest the whole night."

Suddenly, the sound of a car stopping echoed from outside. Sartaj had likely returned. Sher instantly pulled his eye away from the hole and drew back. His heart was still pounding furiously, but he quickly slipped out of the corridor so he could greet Sartaj.

But at that moment, curses were running rampant through Sher's mind. Grinding his teeth, he muttered under his breath:

"Fuck this bastard Sartaj... motherfucker! Did he have to show up right now? The bastard ruined all the fun. If he had just waited two more minutes, I would have gotten a whole different view."

Wiping away the lust written on his face, he grumbled angrily, stomping his foot, "Bastard son of a whore, coming in to cockblock. I was staring at such a magnificent ass and he had to blow his car horn. Damn buzzkill!"

Controlling his heartbeat, he said to himself, "Let me go, otherwise the bastard will get suspicious. But I'll remember this, son... you cost me big time today."

Stepping inside, Sartaj took off his jacket and looked at Sher, asking, "Well, Sher brother, how are things? Everything good?"

Sher tried to act normal and replied, "Yes Sir, I am completely fine. Was just waiting for you, you got quite late today."

But inside Sher's brain, a totally different storm was brewing. The moment he looked at Sartaj, the sight he had just spied through the bathroom hole flashed before his eyes—Memsaab's bare back, her protruding ass, and her overflowing, shapely breasts.

He thought to himself, 'Yeah Sir, I'm doing great, after all I just finished staring at your wife's tits and ass to my heart's content... that hole really opened up my luck today.'

Sartaj offered a tired smile and said, "Yeah, there was too much work today, lost track of time. So, where is Meera Madam?"

Sher said softly, "Sir, she is in her room."

Sartaj nodded and, saying "Alright," walked with heavy steps toward his bedroom, completely unaware that just moments ago, behind the wall of that room, Sher's world had come to a standstill.

The moment Sartaj entered the room, he was met with silence. The room was empty, but then he heard the patter of falling water from the adjacent bathroom.

A deep, tired smile spread across his face. He knew Meera was inside. Forgetting his fatigue, he tiptoed toward the bathroom door, desire for his wife clear in his eyes.

On the other hand, Sher standing outside was in a strange dilemma. His mind repeatedly warned him that Sartaj was back home and getting caught now could have fatal consequences.

But the memory of Meera's shapely body, fair skin, and those pink nipples ignited a fire inside him far stronger than his fear of Sartaj.

His lust and uncontrolled curiosity triumphed over fear. The craving to see Meera's naked, intoxicating form again pulled him like an addiction. Taking a cold breath, he steadied his trembling hands and tiptoed right back to that hole.

Sartaj was in the house, danger loomed, but the desire to catch one more glimpse of Meera's body outweighed every risk.

As soon as he glued his eye back onto that tiny opening in the wall, his breathing grew heavy once more.

His eye was glued to that hole. Inside, Meera was now completely bare. She stood beneath the shower as warm water droplets slid down her shoulders, kissing the contours of her juicy body.

Sher's eyes locked first onto Meera's heavy breasts, which looked even more aroused at the touch of water. Water droplets bounced off her pink nipples and fell down. Meera lathered soap onto her hands and began stroking her flesh.

As her hands moved over her breasts, a suppressed groan slipped from Sher's throat. The sight was so erotic that Sher's hand unconsciously reached for the zipper of his pants.

Meera now moved her hand downward, onto that bare stomach that Sher had touched during the day. Wet with water, that area gleamed like polished marble. A few water droplets collected in her deep navel. As Meera's hand slid lower, Sher's heartbeat spun out of control.

Just then, Meera turned slightly under the water. Now right before Sher was her round, shapely ass. Being wet, light reflected off her skin in a way that made Sher's mind go numb. That region was so fleshy and seductive that Sher remembered the sight from earlier in the day when he had seen this roundness up close while stepping off the car.

Meera bent over and began rubbing soap onto her bare, smooth legs, bringing that rear part of her body even more prominently into view through the hole. Sher's eyes widened in shock, practically pressing his face into the tiny aperture.

His breath blew like bellows, and he muttered in pure frenzy:

"Holy shit... what fine, smooth legs! Today I just touched her calves and my heart cooled down, but the real treasure is up above. If only... if only my hand could reach this silky thigh once. Damn it, I feel like devouring her raw."

Licking his lips with his dry tongue, the demon of lust danced in his eyes. "What fleshy, fair thighs... swear to God, just looking at them would drive anyone crazy. Feel like throwing all fear aside, storming inside right now, and biting into this fair flesh with my teeth. Pure butter-like stuff, damn it, makes me want to chew it up."

He was losing control completely, his hand unconsciously stroking his own thighs as if imagining caressing Meera's heavy, smooth thighs.

Sher (With trembling lips): "Uff... what a masterpiece God has created... even a queen wouldn't possess a body like this."

As Meera's body moved, a brand-new, deeply intimate sight opened up before Sher's eyes. He saw that below, the delicate line of pink lips was clearly visible, completely bare and smooth. Sher's breath caught in his throat. Eye glued to the hole, he kept darting his gaze between the pink lips on Meera's face and those innocent, wet pink lips down below.

Having completely lost his senses, he began babbling in madness:

"Holy shit! What did I just see... those pink lips down below are sheer destruction. Completely bare and smooth! Pink lips up above and pink lips down below too... seriously, both of them are enough to drive anyone insane. Whether I look up or down, my mind is spinning."

Then another wave of jealousy toward Sartaj surged in his heart. Grinding his teeth in envy, he muttered:

"This bastard Sartaj is living the absolute dream, man! What an incredible piece he’s scored. I bet the bastard sucks on these all night long. What a feast he must enjoy, motherfucker... I wish I were in Sartaj's place, drinking the juice of both these pink lips to my heart's content. Damn, talk about luck!"

Sher's hand was now moving rapidly inside his pants. Outside, he could hear the sound of Sartaj's heavy footsteps, likely heading toward the bathroom. Sartaj was about to reach his wife, and here behind the wall, his servant was drinking in his wife's nudity with his eyes.