Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 208 – Raju Explained It To Madam

Pihu’s POV-

“As I headed towards Rozina Madam’s bedroom, the only thought running through my mind was: who knows what might be waiting for me inside.” As Raju recounted his story to me (Pihu), he said, “And then, another thought suddenly struck me: why was Madam calling me into her bedroom so abruptly? Did she have some ulterior motive? It didn't feel right to just walk in so suddenly. With that in mind, I stopped right outside her bedroom door. The door was shut, but it wasn't locked, I could tell because it hadn't been pulled completely tight. It was left slightly ajar. I tried to peek inside through the gap, but I couldn't see anything. Just then, I heard Madam’s voice again: ‘Where are you? Did you come in or not?’ I replied from outside the bedroom, ‘Yes, I’m here, Madam. I’m standing right outside your room; please tell me what you need.’ My response seemed to irritate Madam slightly. She spoke in a voice clearly tinged with annoyance: ‘Why are you standing outside?! Come inside; I need your help. Come quickly.’ Madam needs my help!?! What kind of help??? Before I could even ask Madam that question, she called out again: ‘Did you come inside yet?’ Without delaying any further, I stepped into her bedroom. The room was every bit as large and luxurious as I had imagined, but there was no one there. That meant she was still inside the bathroom, and calling out to me from there. Before I could do or say anything, Madam spoke again from inside the bathroom: ‘Did you come in, or are you still standing outside?’ I managed to stammer out, ‘Yes, I’m inside now, Madam. Tell me what you need.’ I heard Madam’s voice once more; she said, ‘Thank goodness you finally came in. Now, look, there should be a towel lying on my bed. Is it there?’ My gaze shifted to her bed. Sure enough, there was a towel lying on one edge of the king-sized bed. I said, ‘Yes, it’s there.’ Madam immediately called out from inside, ‘Hand it to me quickly. I forgot to bring a towel in my haste.’ Now, Madam’s this very words struck me as rather odd. It was possible that she had genuinely forgotten to take a towel with her, but why did she need to call me to fetch it? Her bathroom was located right inside the bedroom. I was sitting outside, and the door was closed. She could have easily stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed the towel herself; so why on earth did she call me to do it? I was still pondering all of this when Madam called out from inside again: ‘Are you going to stand there thinking all day, or are you going to bring me the towel?’ Her voice snapped me back to reality instantly. Without another thought, I walked over to the bed and picked up the towel. Just then, Madam’s voice rang out from behind me once more: ‘Oh, and yes, there are some clothes lying right next to the towel; hand those over as well.’ Hearing this, I assumed she was probably referring to her saree. However, as I shifted my gaze to look, I saw that her clothes were indeed lying on the bed. But what kind of clothes were these? It wasn't a saree at all; it was her bra and panties! That meant Madam was asking me to fetch her bra and panties! Oh God, what on earth is happening to me today? Madam’s voice came again: ‘Should I just come out and get my towel and clothes myself, or are you going to hand them over? I can't just stand here like this all day.’ I replied, ‘I'm handing them over.’ Saying this, I picked up the towel, bra, and panties from the bed. I then walked over to the bathroom door, stood outside, and said, ‘Here you go, Madam. Your towel and clothes.’ As soon as I said that, the bathroom door opened slightly, and Madam’s hand reached out from inside. She was standing just behind the door, extending her arm outward. Catching sight of her fair, shapely, and naked arm, I felt a stirring in my pants once again. I immediately placed the towel, bra, and panties into Madam’s outstretched hand. Madam then closed the bathroom door. In the brief one or two-second gap between handing her the towel, bra, and panties, and her closing the door, I caught a glimpse of something that made it nearly impossible for me to remain standing there. Madam was standing behind the door, and on the wall directly behind her, the one facing the door, hung a large mirror. Consequently, I could easily see her reflection from behind in that mirror. And the sight that greeted my eyes caused every drop of blood in my body to rush straight to my cock. In an instant, my cock stood erect, hard as an iron rod. I saw in the mirror that Madam was standing completely naked from head to toe. The reflection revealed her bare back and her naked ass. Never before in my life had I seen an ass that massive on anyone. I felt as though I wouldn't even be able to cup her buttocks with both of my hands. However, before I could get a proper look at her naked reflection, Madam closed the door once again. She said, ‘Alright, go sit outside for now. I'll get changed and join you.’ Replying, ‘Okay, Madam,’ I stepped out of her bedroom. Even now, I could still visualize her naked reflection in my mind. And by now, I had also figured out her sizes. Before handing her the bra and panties, I had taken note of her measurements. Her bra size was 36DD, and her panty size was XXL.”

“Like a possessed man, I stumbled out of Madam’s bedroom and, once outside, sank back into my seat. I simply couldn't process what was happening to me, what exactly had been going on since I arrived this morning? And why, all of a sudden, was Madam behaving this way toward me? Was she doing all of this on purpose? Or was it accidental? But surely, this much couldn't happen by accident, and certainly not with someone like Madam. She couldn't possibly appear before me in a nightie, and without a bra, at that, by mistake. She couldn't accidentally flash her boobs at me. She couldn't inadvertently invite me into her bedroom and ask me to hand her bra and panties. She couldn't accidentally let me catch a glimpse of her naked reflection. Absolutely not. Under no circumstances. So, there could be only one straightforward conclusion: everything that has been happening to me since I arrived this morning, or rather, everything Madam has been doing to me, is entirely intentional. And that leads to the next question: If she is doing all of this on purpose, why is she doing it? To seduce me? So, was what Alex said actually true? Is Madam really using me to fulfill her own desires? Is that the sole reason behind all these antics? If the answer is yes, then this truly is an opportunity for me, just as Alex had predicted. But what should I do now? Should I just go straight up to Madam and ask her why she’s doing all this? Would that be the right move? What if she denies it? No, no, I can’t do that. It would be far better to play the innocent fool and simply let Madam continue doing whatever she’s doing. If the fires of lust are truly burning within her, she will undoubtedly take the next step herself. Alex agreed with me, too. When I went back and recounted the entire story to Alex, he said, ‘Look buddy, so, it’s settled: I was right. The fire of lust is truly raging inside your Madam. She wants you, and only you, to be the one to quell that burning desire.’ I asked, ‘But how? What if I do something inappropriate and she gets angry?’ Hearing this, Alex laughed and said, ‘Rest assured, my friend. Your Madam could never get angry at you, not in the slightest. It’s simply out of the question. If anger were an issue, she would have thrown you out of her house the very moment you kept staring at her boobs. She wouldn't have flaunted her body before you like that. Nor would she have remained silent or calm while watching your cock swell with arousal. And she certainly wouldn't have called you into her room the very next moment to ask for her bra and panties, or shown you her naked reflection. Everything she is doing is calculated and deliberate. And she knows exactly how to ensnare a young, hot-blooded guy like you in the web of her allure.’ I replied, ‘That’s all well and good, but should I really be doing this? After all, she is my teacher. To act like this with her...’ Alex didn't let me finish my sentence. Before I could, he interjected, ‘She is a woman first, and your teacher second. And you are a man first, and her student second. When a man and a woman come together, a connection between them is inevitable, whether you want it or not. If you take my advice, listen: don't make the first move yourself. Just wait; whatever happens, your Madam will initiate it herself. Just let her do her thing. Everything else will fall into place naturally.’ Then Alex asked me, ‘Have you ever actually touched her yet?’ Shaking my head, I replied, ‘No.’ Alex said, ‘Go on now, find any excuse you can to touch her, just once. Watch her reaction.’ I said. ‘But what if she gets angry?’ Alex replied, ‘I don't think anything like that will happen. But, God forbid, if something does go wrong, you're a smart guy; just come up with an excuse and handle the situation. Just say it was an accident.’ I asked, ‘But is it really right to do something like that?’ Alex said, ‘Yes, it is. Because now you need to show her that you’re on board with what she wants. You don't want her to feel like you have no regard for her or her feelings. You have to demonstrate that you feel just as strongly about her as she does about you. Understood?’ I nodded again. He continued, ‘But keep one thing in mind: don't let your excitement make you lose your head. Your 'Madam' isn't just some random woman you can do whatever you please with. You can only make a move on her when she herself allows you to. You’ll have to wait until then. And you have to create a situation where your Madam, overcome by her own desires, voluntarily confesses her feelings to you. But tread carefully. Handle every situation with sensitivity and intelligence, my friend. Always remember this: one wrong move, or any act of haste, could be enough to completely ruin the game for you. Never let it reach that point. If you ever feel like the situation is slipping out of your control, pull yourself together immediately. Never let yourself get carried away by your emotions in front of her. Always let her take the next step. You just facilitate that step for her. You’re a smart guy; you’ll figure out the rest on your own. All the very best, buddy.’ Alex had said his piece, but I still couldn't muster the courage to actually go through with it. Nevertheless, trusting Alex's advice, I was ready to give it a try, and to do so the very next day. The next day, I got myself ready and went to Madam's house, determined that, come what may, I would definitely touch her today.”

“That evening, when I went to her house, Madam was already home. As soon as I rang the doorbell, she opened the door and let me in. The moment I stepped inside, she closed the door behind me. Just like the previous day, Madam was wearing a nightie again today. However, I couldn't tell whether she was wearing a bra underneath or not. I went over and sat down on the sofa. Madam brought tea and snacks for both of us. After serving me the tea and snacks, she started to sit down across from me, but she never actually made it to the seat. This was because, before she could settle down, I reached out, took her hand, and stopped her from sitting. It was the very first time I had ever held Madam's hand, the first time I had ever touched her. As I held her soft hand, my own hands began to tremble. My hands were shaking, certainly, but Madam's hand was trembling even more. Upon feeling the touch of my hand on her body, a palpable flutter seemed to ripple through her entire body. The instant I grasped her hand, Madam froze. She didn't sit down; instead, she looked at me. I looked back at her, too. I needed to see if there was any trace of anger or displeasure on her face or in her demeanor. But, surprisingly, even after searching intently, I found neither anger nor displeasure on her face. Instead, I saw an expression of immense curiosity. It was as if she had been taken aback by my sudden action. As usual, her eyebrows had lifted slightly, and she was peering at me through the lenses of her glasses with a look of sheer curiosity. She wasn't merely looking at me; she was scrutinizing the situation, trying to determine whether I had truly taken her hand on purpose, or if it had happened merely by accident. I did not let go of her hand. Nor did she pull her hand away from mine. We simply continued to gaze at one another. After a brief silence, I was the first to speak: ‘Madam, not there. Come and sit right here beside me.’ Once again, Madam raised her eyebrows and cast a curious glance in my direction. Then, she composed herself. And she said, ‘Alright. I’ll sit right next to you.’ Saying this, she took a seat beside me. Yet, even then, I did not let go of her hand. A little while later, I released her hand. Then, in silence, we both ate our snacks and began sipping our tea. For a while, a silence hung in the air around us; neither I nor she spoke a word. Finally, I was the one to break the silence: ‘Madam, may I ask you a question? You won't take offense, will you?’ Madam raised her eyebrows once again, casting a curious glance in my direction, and asked, ‘Why would I take offense?’ I replied, ‘Because the question pertains to your personal life, that is why. I probably shouldn't be asking this, but I’m asking it anyway. Please feel free to answer only if you feel it is appropriate to do so. If you choose not to answer, that is perfectly fine as well.’ Madam said, ‘Stop speaking in riddles and just ask your question. Only after hearing what you have to ask will I decide whether or not I should answer it. First, I want to hear your question.’ I asked her directly, ‘Do you miss your husband? I mean, it has been ten years since your divorce. You have both moved on significantly in your respective lives. But do you not still feel his absence?’ Upon hearing my question, Madam fell silent for a moment, as if she were processing the question internally. Then, after taking a moment to compose herself, she spoke softly and calmly: ‘If I were to answer 'no' to that, it would likely be a lie. Yes, I do miss him. And the reason for that is this house. This house constantly reminds me of him.’ I said, ‘But you yourself once told me that one should never let another person become a habit. You said that if we do, we will forever feel their absence keenly, and we will never be able to truly move past it. So, if that is indeed the case, why haven't you been able to move past the memories of your husband yet, despite the divorce? You are still living in the very house he gave you, and all alone, at that? Why haven't you found a new life partner?’ Madam replied, ‘I have no answer to these questions. However, I can say this much: when our divorce took place, I thought I would spend the rest of my life right here, in this very house. But now, this house has become my greatest enemy. It constantly reminds me, every single moment, of the man I once loved. The man for whose sake I turned my back on my entire family to be with him; the man I married; the man with whom I vowed to spend my entire life. Yet, that very man abandoned me and walked away, leaving me trapped within this ‘golden cage.’ Now, no matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to escape this golden cage. His memories keep holding me back. I have thought many times about leaving this place, about accepting someone else as my own, about starting my life afresh. But then...I get scared.’ I asked, ‘Scared? Scared of what?’ Madam replied, ‘Scared that he, too, might eventually abandon me and walk away, leaving me all alone once again. Scared that I would find myself utterly alone in this life all over again. I managed to pull myself together once before, somehow. But I don’t think I could do it a second time.’ Hearing Madam say this, I burst out laughing."

“Seeing me laugh, Madam asked, ‘What happened? Why are you laughing? What exactly did I say?’ I replied, ‘Forgive me, Madam, but you yourself do not follow your own teachings.’ Madam asked, ‘Why do you say that?’ I said, ‘Just look at it: on one hand, you yourself say that one shouldn’t let anyone become a habit, that one shouldn’t become dependent on anyone. Yet, on the other hand, you are doing exactly that yourself. Despite your husband having left you, you are living a stifled existence. On one hand, you say that if a girl rejects me, I shouldn’t stop loving. But on the other hand, you are stopping yourself from doing just that. Your heart yearns to love someone, yet you have shut the door to your own heart and sit alone inside. Forgive me, Madam; I am not of your age, and my life experience is far less than yours. However, it is my belief that to love means, by definition, to be dependent on someone. You can only depend on a person whom you know well, someone you trust, and, most importantly, someone you love. There is nothing wrong with being dependent on another human being, provided you love them. Once you begin to love someone, that sense of ‘dependence’ ceases to exist; what remains is simply your love for that person. And love can happen at any age, at any time, with anyone. You must not hold yourself back any longer. You have to allow yourself to love. Just do that, and the rest will take care of itself.’ After I had finished speaking and fell silent, Madam’s gaze remained fixed upon me. She did not avert her eyes from me even for a moment. She was listening intently to every single word I had spoken, and not merely listening, but contemplating them as well. Even after I had finished speaking, Madam remained silent for some time; she did not utter a single word, but simply continued to stare at me with an unwavering gaze. Then, very slowly she said, ‘Wow!!! Thank you. You may be young in years, but your thinking is remarkably mature. You are absolutely right. It is entirely my own fault; I am the one who failed to move forward in my life. I held myself back. I became afraid to love again. But I failed to realize that love is not something to be feared. Love is a priceless treasure in everyone's life. We should never stop ourselves from loving someone.’ I said, ‘Exactly so! That’s the spirit!’ Madam replied, ‘Now, I will try to break free from this suffocating existence. Perhaps to love someone again. To start my life afresh.’ We talked about so many other things that day. I felt as though I had finally succeeded in lifting the heavy burden that had weighed upon Madam’s heart for so many years. Upon hearing this, Alex said, ‘You’ve done an amazing job, my friend! Now your Madam is going to fall for you even harder. Don't worry; just stay the course. Victory will surely be yours.’ Alex’s words began to ring true. Madam opened up to me even more than before. Now, she would initiate physical contact herself. I would touch her as well, and she wouldn't say a word, nor would she get angry. In fact, she seemed to enjoy my touch. Our bond began to deepen even further. She started spending hours talking to me about love. I also noticed another change in her: she began to dress up and adorn herself every day. She would be fully ready before I even arrived. She wore beautiful sarees and applied makeup. Previously, we used to spend our Sundays strictly studying; but now, we would carve out time to watch movies on TV and simply talk. Slowly, time passed by. Alex said to me, ‘Buddy, the time has come.’ I asked, ‘For what?’ He replied, ‘To take this relationship to the next level.’ I asked, ‘How?’ Alex said, ‘Now, you are going to kiss your Madam.’ I said, ‘Have you lost your mind? If I go and do something like that, she’ll kill me!’ Alex replied, ‘She won’t do a thing. You just need to keep your nerve, and kiss her. You’ll see; she’ll go along with it.’ I asked, ‘And what if she kicks me out of her house?’ Alex said, ‘In that case, you can change my name to whatever you like, I’ll accept it. But what if she does let you kiss her?’ I asked, ‘Then what?’ Alex replied, ‘Then you’ll have to do everything I say. Whatever I tell you to do, you’ll do it without question. Is it a deal?’ Shaking Alex’s hand, I said, ‘It’s a deal. Absolutely.’” (Contd.)

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