Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 209 – Madam Unleashed Havoc Upon Raju

 

Pihu’s POV- “The next day, as I was heading to Rozina Madam’s house, I went with the intention of surprising her by giving her a kiss. But little did I know that, instead of me surprising her, I was the one in for a surprise, and a delightful one at that!” Saying this, Raju looked at me and laughed. I (Pihu) asked him, “What kind of surprise? Who gave it to you? Your Madam?” Laughing once again in response, Raju said, “You’ll only find that out by listening to the story, Mami (aunty). I wouldn’t want to spoil the fun for you by saying it away beforehand. Just keep listening to my story.” With that, Raju once again began to recount his story to me: “Just like every other evening, I arrived at Madam’s house right on time that day. In the beginning, Madam used to stay late at the university, working alone; occasionally, the two of us would travel to her home together. Sometimes she would be late in arriving, and I would sit downstairs with the watchman, waiting for her. But all of this belongs to the early days; none of that happens anymore. Nowadays, just like everyone else, Madam leaves the university on time to head home. She arrives there before I do, gets dressed up, and waits for me. Previously, Madam used to wear only sarees, especially when she was in front of me. But now, in addition to sarees, she also appears before me wearing just her nightie. Sometimes she wears a bra underneath; sometimes she doesn't. On the days she goes without a bra, she leans forward in front of me, giving me a clear and deliberate display of her boobs. And I, in turn, get to feast my eyes upon them. However, to this day, I have never seen her boobs completely bare, fully exposed from the front. Consequently, a deep desire to see her boobs completely uncovered, right before my eyes, has always lingered in my mind. Yet, I have never actually voiced this desire to her. I have no idea how she would react if she were to learn that I want to see her bare boobs. I simply cannot take that risk. Anyway, parading her boobs before me while wearing a bra-less nightie had become something of a habit for Madam. Nowadays, she spends most of her time in my presence wearing just her nightie. Occasionally, she would wear a saree. But on the days she did wear a saree, it always appeared to be quite an expensive one. In the past, she used to wear fairly ordinary sarees; but now, she has, in a sense, stopped wearing ordinary sarees altogether. Instead, she opts for sheer, translucent sarees with open-weave textures, paired with a matching blouse. She used to wear blouses with standard sleeves, but now she has started wearing sleeveless blouses. Those sarees are so incredibly thin and sheer that for me, there was never any difficulty in gazing upon her body. She dbangd her saree around herself in such a sensuous manner that every single curve of her figure stood out beautifully and distinctly beneath the fabric. She looked incredibly, almost dangerously, sexy. Just the sight of her was enough to make my cock go rock hard in instant. However, by now, I no longer even bothered to hide my erection in front of her. Instead, I would deliberately flaunt it to Madam, stroking my cock right through my trousers. Madam would notice this, yet she never said a word to me. Instead, she would simply smile shyly at the sight. I felt that just as I harbored a deep desire to see her boobs, she, too, surely harbored a craving to see my cock. Yet, just as I had never found the opportunity to see her boobs until now, she, too, had not yet had the chance to lay eyes on my cock. Amidst all this, another incident occurred, one I must recount before moving on to the main event. I had mentioned earlier that, for the first three months, I used only the common bathroom in Madam's house. However, ever since the day she called me into her bedroom to hand her towel, bra, and panties, I began using her private bathroom instead. Madam raised no objections to this. It was in this context that a particular incident took place one day. One day, I went into her bathroom to urinate. As soon as I stepped inside, my eyes fell upon the hanger on the wall. The moment I saw it, my heart seemed to stop beating for a split second. There, hanging right before me on the wall-mounted hanger, was Madam's bra. This very discovery left me utterly astonished. For never, in all this time, had I ever seen Madam leave her bra or panties lying around, be it in her bathroom or in any other corner of the house. Nor had I ever caught a glimpse of her lingerie in the days that followed that initial incident. It was only on that specific day, after all that time, that I finally got to see her bra. I thought to myself her panties were probably somewhere nearby as well. I searched thoroughly, but I couldn't find her panties in any corner of the bathroom. I was certainly disappointed, but at least I did have her bra. I took the bra, which was hanging from a hanger, into my hands. I had noticed that very day that Madam wears a size 36DD bra, though I hadn't had the opportunity to examine it closely back then. So, now, holding her bra in my hands, I began to gaze at it at my leisure. The bra was quite large in size, something that was evident just by looking at it. Yet, as I held it in my hands, only one thought crossed my mind: just how massive must Madam's boobs be to require a bra of such a large size? I observed that the cups of her bra were quite large and deep. I slipped my hand inside the cups; my entire hand, right up to the wrist, fit inside them. I had now gained a fairly good idea of the size of her boobs, even though I still hadn't had the chance to see them properly with my own eyes. However, having now laid eyes on her bra, my craving to see her actual boobs intensified even further from that day onward.”

“Now, let me get to the actual incident. That day, I arrived at Madam’s house right on time and rang the doorbell. As usual, the moment I rang the bell, Madam opened the door and let me inside. As soon as I stepped in, Madam closed the door and came to stand right in front of me. That day, try as I might, I simply could not take my eyes off Madam. She had dressed up and adorned herself beautifully before appearing before me. She was wearing a thin, sheer, pink georgette chiffon saree paired with a matching blouse. Her blouse was simultaneously deep-cut in the front, sleeveless on the sides, and backless at the rear. The blouse covered very little of her bosom, and her two large boobs were practically spilling out of it. The moment I laid eyes on her, I felt utterly mesmerized. I found myself gazing at her repeatedly, admiring her from head to toe. Madam looked so incredibly beautiful and sexy in that saree and blouse that words fail me; it is simply beyond my ability to describe in words. I felt as though a beautiful celestial nymph had descended from heaven and come to stand right before me. That pink saree dbangd over her fair skin created such a breathtakingly stunning effect, I simply cannot do it justice with my words. Moreover, her saree was so thin and sheer that every single contour of her body was clearly visible through it. To top it off, she had dbangd the saree two inches below her navel. Through that sheer fabric, I had absolutely no trouble seeing her bare fleshy belly and the deep, alluring navel situated exact right in the center of it. For a while, I simply stood there, staring at her fair, fleshy midriff. Then, my gaze drifted upward toward her blouse. Her boobs, peeking out from the blouse, were clearly on display. It crossed my mind that Madam might have accidentally put on a blouse that was too small for her size, it truly looked as though her boobs were on the verge of bursting right out of it. And emerging from that sleeveless blouse, her milky-white and shapely arms, I felt as though I had completely lost my mind upon seeing her arms. Furthermore, her broad back, revealed by that backless blouse, seemed to be beckoning me closer. Finally, my gaze settled upon her face. How could I possibly describe her countenance? Words would surely fail me in the attempt either as well. Yet, I shall try regardless. Madam usually kept her hair tied up in a bun; but on that day, she had left her silky, luxuriant tresses flowing loose. Her long, silky locks cascaded over one shoulder, partially obscuring one side of her face. She wore a gold necklace around her neck, gold bangles on her wrists, gold earrings in her ears, and a gold nose ring. On her feet, she wore anklets adorned with tiny bells, which chimed melodiously with every movement of her ankles. She also wore a gold waist-chain around her waist. All that gold seemed to shimmer and glow even brighter against her fair and luscious body. She had also applied her makeup with exquisite skill; kohl lined her eyes, and her lips were painted a lovely shade of crimson red. Moreover, a faint, delicate fragrance wafted from her body. It was difficult for me to distinguish how much of that scent came from her body spray and how much was her own natural body fragrance. All I can say is that the subtle aroma emanating from her was potent enough to leave anyone utterly intoxicated. And as that very moment I was surely intoxicated by her fully. Looking at her, it seemed as though she had dressed up and adorned herself so elaborately for the sake of a beloved one. For quite some time, Madam stood right there before me, granting me the opportunity to gaze upon her to my heart's content. Then, with a smile, she asked, ‘Is it your intention to stand here staring at me for the entire evening? If you have finished admiring me, shall we go and sit down? My legs are giving out from all this standing.’ Laughing in response, I replied, ‘What can I do, Madam? If someone as breathtakingly stunning as you stands right before me, then admiring you is simply inevitable, isn't it?’ In response, Madam smiled slightly, raised her eyebrows, and asked me, ‘Did you just call me 'stunning'?’ I replied, ‘Well, you certainly are nothing short of stunning.’ Madam asked, ‘Is that really how you feel?’ I said, ‘Why just me? Go ahead and ask any man in this world that question, you’ll get the exact same answer.’ Madam said, ‘Alright, you can offer the rest of your compliments while sitting down. There’s no need for yourself to keep standing at the door.’ I asked, ‘Are you going out somewhere? Should I take my leave, then?’ Madam had just turned to go inside, but upon hearing my question, she paused; turning back to face me, she said, ‘Not at all. I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you. Come inside like a good boy and sit down.’ Saying this, she started walking further into the room. Following close behind her, I asked, ‘Then why are you so dressed up? Seeing you so beautifully adorned, I assumed you must be heading out somewhere.’ Madam turned back toward me once again and asked, ‘So, do I look bad when I dress up?’ I replied, ‘I didn't say that.’ Madam retorted, ‘Well, you didn't actually say how I do look, either. Do you??” I said, ‘You look absolutely gorgeous today. And also...’ I stopped abruptly, leaving the sentence unfinished. Raising her eyebrows once more, this time with a look of curiosity, Madam asked me, ‘What happened? Why did you stop mid-sentence? Tell me, what were you going to say?’ I shrugged my shoulders and replied her, ‘Oh, never mind, Madam. You might get offended. And I certainly don't want to spoil your mood by making you angry.’ Madam, casting yet another curious glance in my direction through the rim of her glasses and asked, ‘Why would I get angry with you?’ I replied, ‘What I am about to say might actually make you angry. And I know that very well.’ Madam said, ‘I won't get angry. Tell me. I want to know what impression of me you hold in your heart.’ I asked, ‘Do you truly wish to hear the impression I harbor in my mind regarding you?’ Madam replied, ‘Absolutely! Tell me.’ I said, ‘Fine. Then listen. What I was trying to say is that today, you don't merely look beautiful or lovely or gorgeous or stunning; you look sexy as well.’ She likely hadn't anticipated that I would call her "sexy" so directly, right to her face. Hearing the word "sexy" escape my lips, Madam was certainly taken aback for a moment, though she quickly regained her composure. However, I noticed her fair cheeks turning crimson. Whether this flush was a sign of anger or of embarrassment became clear to me from the very next question she asked me.”

“Madam asked softly, ‘Do you really find me sexy?’ I replied, ‘The way you look today, in this outfit, the word ‘sexy’ would perhaps not be enough to describe it. And right now, I have only one word to describe you. And that is: ‘Kamadevi!’ (Goddess of lust) You look like a veritable Goddess of Love.’ Hearing these words of mine, both her cheeks turned as red as Kashmiri apples. She lowered her eyes for a moment. Then, lifting her gaze, she asked, ‘Tell me the absolute truth: do I not seem old to you?’ I replied, ‘If you choose to perceive yourself as old, you could feel aged even at twenty. However, if you consider yourself young at eighty, you will remain youthful. Now, it is entirely up to you to decide how you wish to view yourself, as old, or as young?’ Madam remarked, ‘That isn't really an answer to my question.’ I said, ‘I have, in fact, already given my answer. But if you insist on a more direct reply, then I will say this: in my eyes, you have never been old, not for a single moment.’ Madam said nothing more. Gesturing toward the sofa, she said, ‘Sit down. I’ll be right back.’ Just as she turned to leave, I reached out, took her hand in mine, and stopped her. She turned back to face me and asked, ‘What is it? Let me go.’ I replied, ‘No. Sit down here first. I want to take a good, long look at you.’ Without a word, Madam started to move toward the sofa opposite me. I stopped her once again and said, ‘Not there. Come sit here, right beside me. You took such great care to dress up and adorn yourself especially for me; surely you can grant me the opportunity to admire you. Won’t you?’ Madam came over and sat down right next to me. Then, looking at me, she said, ‘Who told you that I dressed up for your sake? I simply felt like dressing up and looking my best today, and that is why I got ready. Why on earth would I bother dressing up just for you?’ Madam spoke these words with the air of a lover teasing her beloved. I laughed and said, ‘Alright, very well. I accept that you didn't dress up for me. You dressed up solely for your own pleasure. But surely I have the right to look at you, don't I?’ I deliberately placed extra emphasis on the word "right", a nuance that made Madam turn toward me once again she looked, but said nothing. After a brief pause, she spoke: ‘When have I ever stopped you from looking at me? You are free to look as you please. I won't stop you at all.’ Having said this, she turned her face away. It seemed to me that she was trying to hide her bashfulness from me. Now, neither Madam, nor even I myself, was prepared for what I did next. I gently cupped her face in my hands, and as I turned her toward me, I said, ‘If you turn your face away from me like this, how am I supposed to behold your beauty to its fullest?’ Until today, I had only ever touched Madam's hands. Aside from her hands, I had never touched any other part of her body; yet today, it felt as though a voice deep within me was screaming: "Raju, this is your chance, the moment to claim your Madam. Do not hesitate. Make her yours. Give her that experience of ultimate ecstasy, the very bliss she has been searching for all this time.” The moment I touched her face and turned it toward mine, it felt as though Madam’s body had frozen completely, rigid as ice. I could hear the rapid beating of her heart even from where I sat. Her body was trembling ever so slightly, as if she already knew exactly what was about to unfold in near future. I gazed into her eyes and said, ‘Madam, and I say this with my hands upon you, I find you to be the most beautiful and sexy woman of all. There is likely no one else in this world as beautiful and sexy as you are. It makes no difference to me whether you are forty-six or twenty-six; to me, you will always remain just as beautiful as you appear to me right now. And please, do not mistake this for mere flirting. I do not know how to flirt, nor do I care for it. You wanted to know what I truly felt about you, didn't you? Well, this, this is exactly how I feel about you.’ This time, too, Madam said nothing. Nor did she pull her face away from my hands. She simply continued to gaze into my eyes through her spectacles, without blinking. And I, in turn, gazed into hers. Today, for the very first time, I saw but one thing reflected in her eyes... Love. Just boundless love. The very love she had hungered for. The very love she had yearned for, agonizingly, for the past ten years. The very love she had been driven mad searching for. That very love, I saw it reflected in her eyes at that moment. Gently, I removed the glasses from her eyes. Then, I brought my face in close, right up against hers. Now, the space between our faces was no more than an inch. We gazed into each other’s eyes, silently. Without a word spoken. Without even blinking. My breath caressed every contour of her face; the warmth of her breath, in turn, felt as though it were melting mine. I could wait no longer. I lowered my face further and kissed her on the forehead. Then, I looked into her eyes once more; now, they held nothing but love. Finally, I lowered my lips and pressed them against her soft, crimson lips.”

“It felt to me as though Madam had surrendered herself completely to fate. An air of "come what may" permeated her entire being. Her soft, luscious lips quivered between mine. And so, holding her lips captive between my own, I began to kiss her. This was only the second time in my life I had ever kissed anyone. The first time, I had kissed you, mami. And on that day, I was kissing a woman other than you, a woman who happened to be my teacher. Yet, in that moment, she was not merely a teacher to me; she was a woman who had been living a stifled existence for the past ten years, and I yearned to liberate her from that captivity. Slowly, tentatively, I slipped my arm around her waist; drawing her close to me, I pressed my lips against hers and began to kiss her. Madam had already closed her eyes. Yet, she neither pulled her lips nor her face away from me. Nor did she make any move to reciprocate. Whatever was to be done, I had to do it myself. And so, holding her lips firmly between mine, I began not only to kiss them but to suck on them as well. First, I ran my tongue over the crimson sheen of her lips. In an instant, I tasted her lipstick on my tongue. Mami, this was the second time, since you, that I was tasting the lipstick from a woman's lips with my tongue. Slowly, deliberately, I licked away all the lipstick from her lips. Then, I began to suck on her lips, gently at first, and then with increasing intensity with time. Holding her lips firmly between mine, I squeezed them gently, drinking in the sweet nectar of her lips. After a long while of kissing, licking, and sucking on her lips, I finally ventured to slip my tongue inside her mouth. My hand slid down from her waist, coming to rest upon her belly. At that moment, I was touching only her I had grasped it. But as I placed my hand upon her belly, I felt as though I had plunged my hand into a packet of butter, so incredibly soft and supple. I clenched the flesh of her belly tightly within my fist. This must surely have caused Madam some pain. She parted her lips to gasp, and I immediately slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Madam opened her eyes and looked at me, then closed them once again. She did not push my tongue out of her mouth, yet she made no move of her own either; just as before, she remained passive. I moved my tongue to rest against hers and began to gently suck on it. My hands, too, remained restless; they roamed wildly across Madam’s exposed belly. I slid a finger deep into her navel and began to swirl it around in slow, circular motions. I knew full well that enduring such intense stimulation all at once would be difficult for any woman, especially for one who had been deprived of such physical pleasures for the past ten years. Who knows how much pent-up sexual desire must have accumulated within her body over the last decade? And this desire was no less explosive than any gunpowder in the world. My sole mission was to ignite this internal "gunpowder" of lust within her, and that was precisely what I was setting out to do. Now, Madam, too, was gradually becoming active. She reached her hands around the back of my neck, pulled my head toward her, and began to kiss and suck on my lips with the exact same intensity with which I had been kissing and sucking on hers just moments before. At long last, the dam of her patience had burst, and waves of desire came crashing down upon her. She was slowly drowning in those very waves of lust rising from deep within herself. And, much like any drowning person reaching out for a lifeline, she grasped at whatever, or whoever, was closest to her hands, i.e. me. She gripped me tightly pressing her lips against mine, she kept on kissing me, all the while sucking on my tongue as well. All in all, she had become just as restless and eager as I was. And it was precisely this overwhelming desire that caused me to forget Alex’s advice, leading me to commit a grave error. Alex had repeatedly warned me not to make the first move myself, to let Madam take the initiative. But in that moment, Alex’s counsel had completely vanished from my mind; I had simply been swept away by my own emotions. And right there, I made a huge mistake, one that I absolutely should not have made. After spending a considerable amount of time thoroughly admiring Madam’s bare belly and deep navel, I slowly began to move my hand upward across her belly. Gradually, my hand reached her chest. My trembling palm now rested upon her soft boobs, confined beneath her blouse and bra. I was just about to grasp the pallu (lapel) of her saree and pull it away from her chest when, quite suddenly, Madam, who had been kissing me, opened her eyes once again and looked at me startling. She, too, had realized exactly what I was about to do. I had assumed that, just as I had managed to kiss her with such ease, I would be able to carry out the rest of my intentions just as effortlessly. But I was wrong. The moment I reached to lift the pallu of her saree from her chest, Madam instantly pulled her lips away from mine and disengaged her body from mine, recoiling backward. Then, pushing against my chest to shove me away, she stood up. I had not anticipated that anything like this would happen. Perhaps Madam, too, had not foreseen that I would go this far. She was likely not prepared for it. She continued to stare at me with a look of utter disbelief. It was only then that I realized what a massive mistake I had made. In the heat of the moment, I had lost my head and allowed such a golden opportunity to slip right through my fingers. I began to feel furious with myself. Yet, at that point, there was nothing I could do, even if I had wanted to. What was done, was already done. And sure enough it simple can’t be undone. At least not at that very moment.” (Contd.)

 

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