Adultery A peculiar deformity

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I led him toward the storeroom. Our storeroom was located in the basement. After descending the stairs, one entered a medium-sized room. In one section of that room, a gallery had been built-positioned about four feet below the ceiling and five feet above the floor. The gallery wasn't particularly large, but it was cluttered with a considerable amount of stuff-piles of cartons and suitcases.

Being situated in the basement, the storeroom lacked any exhaust vents or skylights. Consequently, the air inside was perpetually thick with heat, humidity, and stifling stuffiness. No direct light or breeze could find its way in from any direction. Every time I went into the storeroom to retrieve or put away something, I would end up drenched in sweat within just a few minutes.

Neeru was walking right behind me. His presence trailing me suddenly made me acutely self-conscious-worried that his gaze might be fixed on my rear end. As a result, my gait became somewhat awkward. I tried to minimize the sway of my hips, but in doing so, I likely ended up exaggerating the arch in my lower back even more.

Neeru followed me into the storeroom. I switched on the lights inside. There was a single fluorescent tube light that, once illuminated, cast a bright glow across the entire room. However, the moment we stepped inside, we were hit by an intense wave of heat.

I said to him, "First, you need to climb up and clean the gallery, and then rearrange some of the boxes and cartons."

He replied, "Alright, Ma'am-whatever you say."

I pointed toward a wooden ladder leaning against the wall, saying, "Take this, climb up, and give the place a good brushing. After that, we can tackle the task of organizing the boxes. You go ahead and get this done; I’ll be right back."

Having assigned him the task, I left the basement and headed back upstairs. In just that short span of time, a sweat had broken out all over my body.

I went into my bedroom, switched on the AC, and settled down to watch TV. At the same time, I picked up my brush and began running it through my shoulder-length, silky black hair. I sat by the dressing table, brushing my hair while watching a TV serial.

I became so engrossed in watching TV that I completely forgot there was someone in the house working. Still sitting there, lost in my own world after finishing my brushing, I proceeded to apply some light makeup-just as I usually did as part of my routine. I applied a lovely, glossy red lipstick and enhanced my features with a dusting of face powder. I also sprayed my favorite perfume generously all over my body.

This was often how I carried myself around the house-dressed casually and at ease-until it was time for my husband to return home. Once I was done with my makeup, I lay back on the bed, propped up against the pillows, and resumed watching TV. I had completely forgotten about Neeru.


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About half an hour later, it suddenly struck me that Neeru was downstairs working in the storeroom. I immediately got up, adjusting my gown as I rose. Just before stepping out of the room, my gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a brief moment, I simply froze. I felt a sudden surge of affection for my own reflection, for at that moment, I looked far more beautiful than I usually did in my daily routine.

I had taken a shower that morning before breakfast, so I felt completely fresh. With the makeup on, my skin seemed to glow even more radiantly. Gazing at myself in the mirror, I picked up the perfume bottle once again and gave myself another thorough spritz. Written by Funlover.

Even at that moment, no untoward thoughts crossed my mind regarding what Neeru might think of me. I viewed him as nothing more than a servant.

As I stepped into the storeroom, I once again caught the scent of dampness that pervaded the space. However, this time, that damp smell was mingled with something else-a foul, unpleasant stench-like the odor of someone’s filthy sweat and unwashed body. At first, I couldn't figure it out; then, suddenly, my eyes fell upon Neeru, and I realized that the foul odor was emanating from his body.

My nose wrinkled in disgust, and my brow furrowed.

I noticed that Neeru had climbed up onto the gallery. He had finished scrubbing the entire gallery floor with a brush and was now dusting off the boxes and suitcases stored up there.

As my gaze rested on him, I saw that he had taken off his soiled shirt and placed it aside on a box. He was now clad only in his dirty “lungi” and a vest-a garment even filthier than his shirt. The vest might once have been white, but through sheer grime, its original color had vanished completely. It was sleeveless and torn in a couple of places; here and there, it was stained with black oil spots and caked with dirt.

His dark, swarthy arms were now completely bare, exposed all the way up to his shoulders. His chest, too, was now largely visible.

Upon seeing me, he spoke: "Ma'am, the cleaning is done. Now, please tell me-what should be done with these boxes?"

I approached the gallery and, carefully gathering my gown, ascended three steps of the wooden ladder. My upper body was now level with the gallery floor.

Observing the cleanliness of the gallery, I felt a momentary urge to compliment him. He had truly executed the work exactly as my husband had instructed. Saud had been absolutely right in saying that Neeru was a capable worker, but utterly lacking in brains.

Recalling my husband's words, I smiled faintly. Created by Funlover.

A short distance away, Neeru was sitting on his haunches. His “lungi” had ridden up to his knees, leaving his dark, swarthy legs fully exposed to my view.

As I drew this close to him, I once again became acutely aware of the foul odor rising from his body. His entire frame was drenched in sweat. His shoulders, chest, and arms were right before my eyes-completely bare-with beads of sweat glistening upon them.

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Neeru was looking at me with eyes seeking praise, as if to say, "At least compliment me on my work!" However, due to his filthy body, his sweat, and the stench emanating from him, I simply couldn't bring myself to utter a single word of praise.

Standing right there on the upper steps of the wooden ladder, I began issuing instructions to him: "Move this box from here to there... that one from there to here... put this one right here..." Crafted by Funlover.

Because I was standing atop the ladder, my pink silk gown had parted slightly. My fair, soft bosom began to peek out ever so slightly from the neckline. Neeru’s gaze kept drifting repeatedly toward my exposed chest.

The moment I approached him, a strange, lewd smirk spread across his face. It seemed as though he was thoroughly enjoying the scent wafting from my body. I paid him no mind and continued to direct his work.

At times he would grasp what I was saying, while at other times he would act completely clueless-like a total fool. After a while, he spoke up: "Ma'am, why don't you come up here as well? That way, we can finish the work much faster. As it stands, I can barely even make out what you're saying."

I felt a surge of anger toward that stupid, uncouth man, yet this seemed like the only viable way to get the job done quickly. I climbed the remaining two steps and ascended into the gallery.

The ceiling of the gallery was so low that it was impossible to stand upright; one had to work while kneeling on the floor. I knelt down beside him and began giving instructions, simultaneously shifting boxes around myself.

My gaze kept drifting back to his pitch-black, sweat-sheened body. The foul, heavy stench of sweat and grime rising from his frame assaulted my nostrils. Being in such close proximity to him, I could also catch the pungent odor of “paan” and tobacco wafting from his filthy mouth.

I felt an overwhelming sense of revulsion toward him. His thick, coarse, dark lips were stained crimson from chewing “paan”. His teeth were so filthy that it looked as though he hadn't brushed them once in his entire life. His dark body, glistening with sweat, appeared even blacker than usual. The mere thought crossed my mind that if I were to touch him, his dark complexion would surely rub off onto my delicate, fair hands.

He was now seated just a few inches away from me. The scent of my body was clearly perceptible to him as well. His “lungi” had ridden up to his knees, leaving his dark legs fully exposed right before my eyes.

Through the short sleeves of my gown, my fair, soft arms were left completely bare. As I gazed at my own fair, creamy-soft body in stark contrast to his dark, unsightly physique, I couldn't help but inwardly chuckle. What a vast difference there was between the two of us!

Several times while we were working, his hand brushed against mine. Each time, a jolt ran through my body. At first, I suspected he was touching me on purpose; however, when I looked at him, I saw that he was completely engrossed in his work. So, I decided to ignore it.

Due to my sitting posture, the hem of my gown had ridden up slightly. My fair legs were visible, bare from the knees upward. The neckline of my gown had also fallen open further, allowing a glimpse of the fair skin of my cleavage peeking out just above my bra. Edited by Maitri Patel.

Once or twice, I distinctly sensed that Neeru simply could not tear his eyes away from my exposed neck and the deep valley of my cleavage.

I took great pleasure in watching his resolve crumble as he gazed upon the allure of my beautiful body. I smiled inwardly, thinking to myself that this wild, dark, filthy, and lowly man could not possibly hope to even dream of a beautiful body like mine.

With that thought in mind, and intending to tease him, I continued working without making any attempt to adjust my gown. My freshly shampooed, silky black hair lay loose and scattered across my back. As I worked, strands of it would occasionally fall across my face, which I would then gently brush back.

I could clearly sense that he was growing restless, stirred by the fragrance wafting from my body and my hair. Watching his discomfort gave me a great sense of satisfaction.

Sitting there in the heat, I, too, had started to break a sweat. I noticed that Neeru’s grimy undershirt was also completely soaked with perspiration.

He looked at me and said, “Madam, it is extremely hot in here.”

I replied, “Yes, it certainly is hot, because this store is enclosed on all sides.”


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Neeru suddenly let out a deep sigh and said, “Madam… I’m getting really thirsty now.”

I replied, “Alright, wait. I’ll go and get some water.” Episode written by Maitri Patel.

Stepping carefully, I placed my foot on the wooden ladder and began to descend. My face was turned directly toward Neeru. As soon as I took the first step, leaning forward caused my pink gown to fall open even wider. My fair, soft bosom began to spill out from the neckline.

When my gaze fell upon my chest, I saw that the gown had opened up so much that-along with my deep cleavage-my red, lace-trimmed bra was clearly visible. Both my fair, plump breasts had spilled out more than halfway over the top of my bra.

I immediately looked up at Neeru. Just as I had expected, he was staring intently at my breasts and bra. His eyes were fixed right on my bosom. Given the position I was in, I couldn't let go of the ladder to adjust my gown.

When my eyes met his, a faint, involuntary smile spread across my lips. Neeru noticed that smile as well and immediately grinned back, revealing his dirty, discolored teeth.

I resumed my descent. I could distinctly feel that his gaze remained fixed on my bra-and the soft breasts confined within it-peeking out from beneath my open neckline. However, without looking back at him again, I finished climbing down, exited the storeroom, and headed upstairs.

Stepping out of the stifling air of the basement, I took a deep breath of fresh air and made my way toward the kitchen.

Upon reaching the kitchen, I opened the fridge, took out a bottle of cold mango juice, sat down on a chair, poured some into a glass, and began to drink. As soon as I finished that glass of cold juice, my physical condition seemed to worsen. The sudden chill caused my body to break out in an even heavier sweat. After finishing the juice, I picked up a nearby napkin and began wiping the sweat from my face, neck, and the cleavage exposed by my open gown. Then, I picked up the same juice bottle and headed back toward the basement storeroom.

As I climbed the stairs and reached the top, I noticed that Neeru’s gaze was once again searching the neckline of my gown. This time, however, he saw nothing more than a hint of cleavage.

I observed that Neeru had taken off his filthy undershirt as well, placing it next to his shirt. Now, he was clad only in a “lungi”. His entire upper body-pitch-black in color-was completely naked. He looked as though he had just emerged from a coal mine; his dark skin glistened with sweat. Wrote for you by Maitri.

I ascended the stairs, stepped into the gallery, and handed him the juice bottle. Neeru immediately pressed the bottle to his dirty, saliva-slicked lips and began gulping down the juice noisily.

I stood there, watching that filthy, repulsive, beast-like man drink the juice just like an animal. The juice spilled from his mouth, trickling down both sides of his face and onto his dark chest. My gaze settled upon his naked chest; it was sparsely covered with hair, and his small, dark nipples were fully exposed.

Now, the only thing covering his naked body was the dirty “lungi” hitched up to his knees. He sat cross-legged on the gallery floor.

After finishing the juice, he set the bottle aside, picked up his dirty shirt, and pulled something out of its pocket. Unfolding a small paper packet, he took out a “paan” and, while looking directly at me, popped it into his mouth. Then, he wiped the excess “kattha” (catechu paste) from the “paan” onto his oil-slicked hair and smiled at me.

I, too, had now taken a seat on a box directly across from him. My gown had fallen open in the front, fully exposing my fair, pale legs. Due to the loosening of my waist belt, the neckline of my gown had slipped open once again. Now, the central expanse of my breasts was clearly visible. Checked and posted by Funlover.

We were standing so close that either of us could have reached out and touched the other’s body. I could see his entire dark, filthy physique with absolute clarity-his small, dark nipples, his ordinary belly... everything.

He was chewing “paan”. Red saliva dripped from his mouth, oozing out from the corners of his lips and trickling down onto his chest. This beast possessed absolutely no manners when it came to eating or drinking.

His gaze, too, was conducting a thorough appraisal of my body-ranging from my parted legs all the way up to my deep cleavage.


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Yet, I didn't mind him staring at me like that. In fact, I wanted to torment that wild, filthy animal even more.

So, I shifted slightly. My gown loosened further, and now my red lace bra was clearly visible beneath it. My fair, plump breasts were spilling out,more than half exposed,above the cups of my bra. Written by Funlover.

Neeru’s eyes wandered ceaselessly over my beautiful face, my voluptuous breasts, and my bare legs.

Smiling as I looked back at him, I asked, “Neeru… what are you looking at?”

Neeru seemed a bit flustered and replied, “Nothing, Ma’amsahib… just looking.”

I smiled even more broadly. Stroking my bare, fair arms, I teased, “Have you never seen a beautiful body like mine before? Is that why you’re drooling like that the moment you lay eyes on me?”

My smile seemed to embolden him. He said, “Madam-ji… please don’t tell anyone.”

I laughed softly. “Yes, yes, I won’t tell anyone.”

He continued, “Madam-ji, I’ve seen plenty of girls in my time, but to tell you the truth, I’ve never seen a single one quite like you, not till the day.”

Hearing such praise from the mouth of that filthy animal gave me a strange, perverse thrill. I smiled and said, “Don’t lie. Surely there must be plenty of beautiful nurses at the hospital, aren't there?”

Grinning broadly and revealing his stained, yellowed teeth, Neeru replied, “There are, certainly, but I swear I’m telling the truth… not a single one of them is worthy to be the dust beneath your feet.”

As he said this, he suddenly reached out his dark hand and touched my soft, fair leg. I immediately pulled my leg back.

Just then, a thought struck me: Why not try to extract some information about my husband, Saud, from him?

Still smiling, I asked, “Neeru, your Sahib (sir) must surely take a good look at those nurses, doesn't he? I mean… he stares at all the nurses, doesn't he?”

Neeru instantly panicked. "No, no, Madam... it’s nothing like that. Why are you so bent on costing me my job?"

Smiling, I lightly touched his dark arm and said, "Just tell me..." Edited by Maitri.

I realised that getting him to spill the beans directly would be difficult. So, I would have to reveal a little more of my alluring body.

Gazing at him with sultry eyes, I let the strap of my gown slide a little way down my shoulder. Now, the straps of my red bra were clearly visible against my bare, fair shoulders. The neckline of the gown dipped even lower; more than half of my fair boobs spilled out, appearing barely contained within the bra.

I whispered softly, "Neeru... trust me, I won't say a word to your boss."

At the sight of my fair body, saliva began to drool even more profusely from his mouth. His eyes remained wide, transfixed in shock.

At that moment, my knees, shoulders, and breasts were clearly exposed.


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I could tell his mouth was going dry. He grabbed a bottle of juice lying nearby and gulped down a large mouthful greedily. Some of the juice spilled from his mouth, trickling down his throat and onto his dark chest.

When he set the bottle down in front of me, I noticed that the clear juice was now dotted with black specks of paan, topped by a layer of reddish spittle-all of which had come from his filthy mouth. Produced by Funlover.

I realised that this Chutiya (bastard) was finally getting caught in my trap. I shifted closer, inching right up next to him. Touching his dark arm again, I urged him,

"Just tell me already, Neeru... why be so shy? Especially when I’ve promised I won't say anything to your boss?"

I spoke with a seductive air, stroking my soft, fair hand over his dark, bare arm.

He stammered, "Y-yes, Madam... you're right. Everyone looks at those nurses... and they do so with great eagerness." My hand slid down his arm and came to rest upon his chest nipple. My knees were now touching his. My fair, soft hand looked strangely out of place against his coal-black body.

Sweat was trickling down his chest nipple. His filthy, foul-smelling sweat began to smear onto my clean, delicate hands-hands that his stench had already begun to assault.

My hand glided across his dark chest until it reached his small, black nipple. I began to lightly scratch at it with my fingernail.

“Sssssssssss…” Neeru hissed, placing his dark hand firmly upon my bare knee and squeezing it tight.

I cast a glance at his dark, grimy hand resting on my fair knee, then, still teasing his nipple, I asked, “That felt good, didn't it, Neeru? Come on, tell me properly. Does your Sahib just look at those nurses… or does he do something else, too?”

Caressing my soft knee with his dirty, dark hand, he met my gaze. I smiled, giving him the green light to continue.

So he replied, “Yes, Madam… Sahib invites those nurses into his rest room as well.”

I began to derive a strange, perverse pleasure from running my hand over his dark chest, slick with his filthy, foul-smelling sweat. Without lifting my hand, I continued to caress his chest nipples.

Cupping his nipple between two fingers and gently kneading it, I pressed him further: “Well? Tell me… what do they do in that room? Do they just sit there drinking tea and coffee?”

At the sensation of his nipple being kneaded, he suddenly lifted his dark hand from my knee and placed it over mine. Instead of pushing my hand away, he began to caress it with his own rough, dark hand.

His hand slid away from mine and moved up onto my arm. Feeling the softness of my arm, he said, “Madam... please don't say anything to the boss.” Edited by Maitri Patel.

I cast a glance at his dark hand tracing over my bare, fair arm, and then, looking into his eyes, I said, “Oh, come on... is this really something that needs to be said? I won't tell... you just go ahead.”


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