Adultery When the unthinkable happens... by Ramesh1990-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Kajol





She turned back and was about to get inside the mistress’s quarter when she saw the water tap outside and immediately turned towards it. Pissing out in the open and that too standing had been very thrilling. As she waddled across to the nearby water tap a gust of afternoon breeze ripped by. She shivered becoming aware of the goose bumps coming out all over. As she sloshed her legs under the running tap, her mind went back to the childhood days when she and another chit of a girl had attempted it behind the college building – just the way boys used to do so. That memory brought a smile to her face. She closed the tap and looked around. There was no startled face looking at her through the barbed wire fence now. She felt a bit disappointed. After all she had dared to take a piss standing half naked in the open! That was some achievement.

When she stepped back into the quarters, she found the Goddess was lounging in a wicker chair. One crook of her little finger and she scooted to her like a kitten. Mrs. Bharadwaj cupped her face in long tapered fingers and smiled. Though her body ached from the severe pain she had endured over the last couple of hours, Kajol smiled back. She realized that she had crossed a very real Laxman Rekha and sold her soul to the mistress. And she would be forever grateful to her mistress Mrs. Bharadwaj. She was the Goddess for her.

“Bhimu”, the mistress called out.

The swarthy lout emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a tawlia. He blew his nose into it and then put in back on his left shoulder. Kajol looked up at the servant. Suddenly the memories of cooking the fish curry in the kitchen standing buck naked waist down before this rustic lout came to her and her face started burning in shame. And then she remembered that she was still in that same state. Hastily she drew up her knees close and put her face down.

“Put some oil on her”, the Goddess had spoken to the manservant. Her ears got inflamed hearing this.

“Now pussy dear stand up.” She had continued, “Take off your tops and bra and let Bhimu do his job.”

As if she was someone else, listening to some command coming from somewhere far off and as if the body from which she was removing the apparel belonged to someone else; she complied. She deposited the items of rest of her clothing with her earlier discarded ones and walked back to the center.

“Knot your hair in a bun above your head.”

She obeyed. Again as if in a dream state, she saw herself standing completely naked in her professor’s house before the lady and the servant.

Bhimu had returned with a bottle of oil from the kitchen.

“Puss, why don’t you cup your tits and offers them to Ramu?”

She had no recourse to any protest. Pushing up her ample breasts she turned towards the servant. An image flashed in her memory. That had been a medieval age painting depicting the sale of captured girls, paraded naked before a crowd of lusting prospective slave-buyers in a souk in ancient Arabia. She was now the slave and Bhimu would be the one to sample her delights.

Nor was she off the mark. Bhimu’s eyes lit up as he looked at her bare breasts. He opened his mouth in glee, displaying a set of khaini stained uneven teeth. Kajol walked up to him and pushed up her breasts further in offering. Bhimu’s gaze fell. He stuck out a finger to touch a nipple and started toggling it like a switch. Then he repeated the procedure with the other nipple and gave it a mild tug. “Ahh..”, she exclaimed at the unexpected assault as a current ran through her. Her hands dropped down. By now, Bhimu was playing with both her breasts, kneading them, teasing them with deft touches. In no time, she became aware of the tightening of her areola and another gentle course of pleasure started building up. Unknown to herself, she started gasping more frequently. This lout apparently knew a thing or two of handling a female.

Bhimu looked at her and opened his mouth wide in appreciation. Immediately she caught the stench of whatever horrible stuff this servant was used to chewing. A little more of that and she knew she would vomit. She turned her head to the side feeling weak in her legs due to his masterful groping. Mercifully, he also had turned his face away and to her surprise, she found his lips on her nipples. Equally skillfully, he started sucking her nipples, cajoling them to rock hardness. A tremor was building up inside her and she gave up any pretense of control. As the orgasm hit her, she could bear no more and put her arms around his neck, holding him tight, asphyxiating him. He raised his face and put his lips on hers. She went berserk and kissed him back furiously over and over again, thrusting her tongue into his foul smelling mouth which he sucked gleefully. She was totally oblivious to anything other than the pleasure that had enveloped her and lost in the wild currents of desire …

“Enough”, came the small whisper and she descended back from heaven.

“Suck him Puss”, the Goddess commanded.

Her eyes widened. Dimly the realization hit her as to where she was and what she had been doing. She shot a look of pleading at the mistress. But Mrs. Bharadwaj’s eyes had no solace for her. She let out a deep sigh and turned back.

“Do it now”, came the command and she dropped to her haunches. Mechanically, her hands went to the knots of the dirty pajama that Bhimu had been wearing and she started undoing that. For an instant her gaze went to the swelling in the front. Then she had loosened the pajama. She put her hands inside at the waist and found the elastic band of the underwear. Deftly, she pulled down both. A very angry looking stubby penis bobbed up before her face. Simultaneously, the horrendous smell of his unwashed nether regions came as a blast. Involuntarily, the bile rose to her mouth and she ran to the nearby basin where she retched time and again till the spasm blew over. She washed her mouth and splashed water over her face a couple of times till she regained control. Then she walked back.

The mistress had been watching her. Without another prompt from her, she assumed her position before Bhimu and enveloped his cock in her mouth. It gave a twitch giving signs of coming to life. She loved that feeling. Encircling the base with her fingers she slowly brought it out and gave a kiss to the tip. Lovingly she caressed the organ with her lips and tongue. Bhimu had got excited. He grabbed her hair and yanked her face roughly over his crotch. Kajol could feel the tip slamming against her tonsils. She tried to back off a bit but his grip was strong. Slowly the cock began to enter her throat and she gagged. From afar she heard her mistress calling out to relax and let it go. With an effort, she managed that. Bhimu’s thrusts increased in tempo and she felt the saliva gushing out. ‘Gluck, gluck, gluck…’ he went on. Blood started pounding in her head and she felt faint. She knew she couldn’t go any further. Mercifully, Bhimu withdrew at the moment and before she realized her face was splattered by torrents of cum. Bhimu was breathing heavily and his cock was depositing a full load on her face. A spurt hit her eyes and she touched it with her fingers. The familiar smell and stickiness enveloped her and she watched as the cum started running over her chin to her chest. The sheer volume of Bhimu’s discharge amazed her as she compared him with Ramesh. She again felt a warm glow for the stubby cock in front of her. Though still erect, it had started to subside. She took it back into her mouth and began slurping. The taste and smell was very acute but she loved that. She gave a thorough lick up and only when it had became limp did she release it. Bhimu went away.

She now turned towards her mistress with a questioning look. How had she done? The smiling eyes of the Goddess gave her the answer. With her palm, she started spreading Bhimu’s cum all over her face, her chest and as a dare over her cunt as well. The eyes of the Goddesss widened in appreciation. In a couple of minutes, the cream had dried out and she observed the white flakes of cum coming out over her body. For the first time in her life, she had plastered cum over her body; and the cum belonged to a lowly servant who had ravaged her mouth. The whole show had taken place before her mistress and the novelty excited her beyond anything she had experienced before.


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Ramesh was held up at the office and came home after nine. That had enabled her to have a rest. God, how much she needed that! After the session with Bhimu, she had had a brief wash and returned home. There she went under the shower and thoroughly cleaned herself. Wrapping the towel around herself, she had stepped out of the shower and collapsed on the bed. The whole body was on fire courtesy the severe punishment dished out to her by the Goddess and her servant. Tenderly she ran a finger over a buttock. It burned to the touch. Making an effort she got up to get a skin lotion. She applied it liberally all over and again lied down. After a while, she placed a call to Ramesh who explained that he was going to be late tonight. She asked if he could get some chinese food on his way back and he said okay. Then she set the alarm on her mobile and drifted away to a heavy sleep.

An hour and half later she woke up and felt very refreshed. She looked at herself. God! She was still wearing the bath towel. Hastily, she went to the wardrobe and changed into a very light nightie. The lotion had done its work. Though still sore, the burning of the skin was almost gone. She tidied her hair. And then the bell rang. It was Ramesh.

He was tired. Wordlessly he handed over the carry away pack and started removing his shoes and clothes. Picking up a towel he made his way to the bathroom. Kajol understood that he was tired after a long day and so immediately started setting up dinner. Ramesh joined her at the dining table and started wolfing down the chowmin and chilly chicken soundlessly. She refilled his plate.

Halfway through, he put back the fork on the plate.

“Kajol!”, he called out.

“Yes?”, she looked at him.

“You look so beautiful today! What’s the matter?” He was smiling.

Kajol flushed. At last her husband was noticing her.

“Nothing yaar. It is your imagination only.”


With that she picked up the plates and made way to the kitchen. Half an hour later she returned to the bedroom to find him spread out on the bed. She approached his side and he pulled her to him making her land on his chest. Deftly, he tumbled her to a position below him. Kajol made a small grimace as her still hurting bums were roughly pressed against the mattress. He kissed her deep and drew back.

“Truly Kajo. You look very ravishing tonight.” With that he scrunched the nightie over her shoulders and took it off. He clutched on to her breasts.

“Ahhh!”, Kajol gasped and gently pushed him back. His touch had brought back the pain of Bhimu’s mauling.

Ramesh paused. He had a naughty smile on his lips.

“Kajo, I am sure you met someone special today.”

She matched him mischief for mischief.

“What if I did?”, she smiled back. “Do you mind?”

He kissed her again. “Ha ha! But only I can satisfy you fully.”

She looked at him again. A wild idea came to her.

“Just before you came I had fallen asleep. There was this guy with a thick stubby cock who came and put it in my mouth. Ummm, it was so delicious.”

She waited for his reaction.

He gripped her arms hard. There was a crazed look in his eyes. For a moment she was scared that she had mentioned something unthinkable. However, he said nothing. Then in an instant, he had slid back and put his mouth on her cunt. Without further ado, he started tonguing her furiously.

Kajol had lost count of the number of times she had an orgasm today. As Ramesh started eating her out, she put her fingers through his hair and pulled him further down. The familiar rainbows of bliss emerged before her. Sailing into the lands of delight, she wondered how it was possible that she could still manage to feel the pleasure and in fact how lucky she had been.


It was the perfect end to the perfect day!