Adultery NAZRIN AN INNOCENT WIFE (With pics)

[Cuckoldindian]

UPDATE 12:

Her words sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He complied eagerly, laying himself out for her like a willing sacrifice. As he settled into the couch, the leather cool against his skin, he felt the warmth of the candles at his back. Nazrin's bare feet padded softly across the floor as she approached the cupboard, the sound of her bracelets jingling with every step.

 
The cupboard creaked open, and the scent of coconut oil filled the room. She pulled out the bottle, the glass warm from being near the stove. The light caught the amber liquid, casting a warm, golden glow on her skin. The candlelight danced across her bare abdomen, her navel a small, tempting crater in the landscape of her waist.
 
Nazrin walked over to the couch, the candles casting a soft, flickering light on Arun's bare back. His skin was like marble, smooth and unblemished, begging to be touched. She sat down, the leather cool against her bare legs. The soft sound of her breath filled the room as she leaned forward, the warmth of her body a stark contrast to the chilled air of the room.
 
With a slow, deliberate motion, she uncapped the bottle of coconut oil and began to pour it over Arun's lower back. The oil pooled in the small of his back, the scent of it mingling with the vanilla of the candles. He tensed at the first touch, the warm liquid sliding down his skin like a lover's caress. Her hands followed the path of the oil, gliding over his muscles with a gentle yet firm pressure that seemed to melt the tension from his body.
 
Nazrin's fingers danced over his skin, the tips of her nails lightly scbanging along the surface, sending a shiver down his spine. She began at his shoulders, kneading the taut muscles with a firmness that spoke of her desire to claim him. Her touch grew bolder, her hands sliding down his back, her thumbs pressing into the knots that had formed along his spine.


 
The sound of the oil was a soft, slick symphony, a rhythmic reminder of the intimacy that grew between them. Her hands glided over his skin, leaving a trail of warmth and sensation in their wake. The tension in Arun's body began to unravel, his muscles melting beneath her expert touch.
 
Nazrin's fingertips traced the contours of his back, her thumbs pressing into the tight knots of tension that had formed there. With each stroke, she felt him relax a little more, his breaths growing deeper and more even. The room was filled with the scent of coconut and candle wax, a heady mix that seemed to amplify the heat of the moment.
 
Finally, she reached the bottom of his back and paused, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She shifted her position on the couch, her bare legs brushing against his, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. Arun felt the heat of her breath against his skin as she leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving his back.
 
With a seductive smile, she began to massage his lower thighs, her fingers sliding over his skin with a firm yet gentle touch. The oil made a soft sound as it spread over his legs, a sweet symphony that seemed to crescendo with every movement of her hands. Arun's body tensed, his mind racing with the implications of her touch. Was this just a massage, or was it something more?
 
Her thumbs dug into the muscles of his thighs, the pressure both painful and pleasurable. His skin was hot to the touch, his body responding to her ministrations with a hunger that was impossible to ignore. Nazrin felt her own desire stirring, her heart racing as she moved closer, her breasts brushing against his legs.
 
With a mischievous smile, she reached for the bottle of coconut oil, her eyes never leaving the tempting curve of his ass. She poured a generous amount onto the fabric of his underwear, the oil spreading and seeping in, darkening the material. The scent of coconut grew stronger, mingling with the musk of their shared arousal.
 
Her hands hovered over his ass, her palms feeling the heat that radiated from his body. She began to massage him over the underwear, her fingers sliding over the fabric with a tantalizing slowness that made his hips twitch involuntarily. Arun bit back a groan, his body arching into her touch.
 
With each squeeze, she grew bolder, her grip tightening as she explored the contours of his firm cheeks. The fabric grew wet with oil, sticking to his skin and highlighting the bulge that grew between his legs. Arun could feel his cock straining against the confines of his underwear, begging for release.
 
Nazrin's voice was a gentle command when she finally spoke. "Turn around, Arun. Let me massage your front."
 
Arun's heart was racing as he slowly complied, his body trembling with anticipation. He sat up and turned, his hand reflexively covering the bulge that had grown substantially beneath the fabric of his underwear. He watched as she poured more oil into her palm, the amber liquid shimmering in the candlelight.
 
Her eyes never left his as she began to massage his shoulders, her hands gliding down his arms in a sensual dance. Her touch was firm yet gentle, a silent promise of the passion that was to come. She traced her fingertips down his chest, the oil making a soft, slick sound as it slid over his skin.
 
Arun felt his body respond to her, his muscles tightening and releasing under her skilled hands. He watched as the candlelight played over the contours of her breasts, the shadows casting a hypnotic pattern across her skin. Her eyes held his, a silent challenge that made his heart race.
 
Her hands moved with a grace that seemed almost predatory, her fingers sliding over the slick surface of his chest. Each stroke sent a shockwave of pleasure through him, his cock growing harder and more insistent with every passing moment. The warmth of the oil was a balm to his fevered skin, a sensual reminder of the power she wielded over him.
 
Nazrin's eyes never left his face as she began to massage his thighs. Her hands were firm, her grip unyielding as she worked her way down to his legs. Arun's moans grew louder, his body trembling with the effort to remain still. The fabric of his underwear had grown translucent with the oil, the outline of his arousal clear and unmistakable.
 
Her hands glided over the firm muscles of his thighs, her thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above his knees. His legs were like marble, sculpted and perfect, the candlelight casting shadows across the planes of his skin. The sound of his breath grew ragged, his eyes closing in pleasure as she grew bolder.
 
Nazrin's gaze was drawn to the large bulge in Arun's underwear, his cock straining against the fabric as if begging for her touch. She felt a thrill of power surge through her, the sight of his arousal only serving to fuel her own desire.
 
"Take your hands away," she said, her voice a soft command that seemed to resonate in the stillness of the room. "It's time I complete the massage."
 
Arun's eyes snapped open, the reality of her words sinking in. He slowly pulled his hands away, revealing the prominent bulge in his underwear. It was a silent declaration of his desire, a testament to the power she held over him.
 
Nazrin stared at the outline of his erection, her heart racing. It was big, much larger than Fahim's, and the sight of it made her mouth water with anticipation. The fabric strained against the rigid length, the head poking out slightly at the top of the V-shape. The room was silent but for the sound of their breathing, the candles casting a warm glow on the scene before them.
 
With a tremble in her hand, she reached for the bottle of oil and poured a generous amount over the bulge in Arun's underwear. The fabric grew dark with the oil, clinging to his skin like a second layer. She watched as his cock grew even larger, the head emerging from the fabric like a shy creature seeking the light.
 
Nazrin felt her own arousal spike, her panties growing damp with anticipation. She took a deep breath, her hand hovering over the slick, oiled fabric. With a gentle touch, she began to massage his cock through the barrier of his underwear. The feel of his hardness beneath her hand was intoxicating, her own desire spiraling out of control.
 
Arun's eyes rolled back in his head, a low moan escaping his lips. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, the combination of the warm oil and her firm touch sending waves of pleasure through his body. His cock grew even larger, the fabric straining against its confines.
 
Nazrin's own arousal grew as she felt him respond to her touch. Her breath was ragged, her heart racing as she began to massage him in earnest. The oil made a soft, wet sound as she stroked his length through the fabric, her hand moving in a slow, rhythmic motion that had him squirming on the couch.
 
The fabric grew slick, the material no match for the size of his erection. Her own need was becoming unbearable, the desire to see him fully exposed overwhelming. With a sudden movement, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down.


 
Arun's cock sprang free, large and thick, the head glistening with oil. It was a sight that took Nazrin's breath away. The candlelight flickered across the velvety skin, casting shadows that made it seem both terrifying and alluring. It was bigger than she had imagined, dwarfing the memory of her husband's. Her eyes grew wide with excitement as she took in the full view of his manhood.
 
Her thoughts drifted back to the images she had seen, the pictures of Muthu and Praveen that had filled her mind with such wicked thoughts. Their cocks had been large, a revelation to her unsatisfied eyes, but now, in the flesh, Arun's surpassed them all. It was a thrilling realization, a delicious secret that made her feel alive.
 
"Arun," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and hunger, "it's so big."
 
He looked up at her, his cheeks flushing with a mix of pride and embarrassment. "It should be right?" he murmured, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. "All the boys have like this only."
 
Nazrin leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving his cock. "No, Arun," she said, her voice a gentle rebuke that seemed to caress his very soul, "it's not the same with all guys. Some are more... generous than others."
 
Her hands reached out, tentatively at first, and then with a newfound confidence. She took his dick in her grip, the warmth of her skin a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. The feel of him in her hands was like nothing she had ever experienced before. He was thick and heavy, his length stretching out between her fingers like a warm, velvety rod.

Arun let out a low moan as she touched him, the sound resonating through the room like a deep bass note in a symphony of desire. He could feel the heat of her palm, the way she gripped him firmly, her fingers exploring the length and girth of his cock with a hunger that made his toes curl.
 
Her touch grew more confident with each stroke, the oil making his skin slick and smooth under her hand. He watched as she took him in, her eyes wide with a mix of fascination and lust. Nazrin felt a rush of power, a heady thrill that came from knowing she had complete control over this young, virile man.
 
"Arun," she whispered, her voice a siren's call, "yes, give it to your teacher." Her hand tightened around his cock, her strokes growing more insistent as she watched the pleasure play out on his face. The words seemed to unleash something within him, his hips bucking upwards slightly, pushing himself deeper into her grip.
 
The sound of her voice, the warmth of her breath on his neck, it was all too much for Arun to handle. He reached out, his hands finding the soft flesh of her thighs. He gripped them tightly, his nails digging into her skin as she stroked him faster and faster. The sensation was exquisite, a sweet agony that seemed to resonate through every fiber of his being.


 
Nazrin's hand was a blur as it moved up and down his length, the oil making a wet, sucking sound that seemed to echo through the room. His eyes rolled back in his head, his mind a whirlwind of sensation as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the tension coiling in his balls, the pressure building as she worked her magic on his cock.
 
Arun's hand moved up her stomach, his fingertips dancing over her soft, warm skin. The feel of her was like nothing he had ever known before, a sensation so intense it was almost painful. His thumb brushed against the underside of her breast, the soft fabric of her bra the only barrier between them. The contact made Nazrin gasp, her eyes flying open to meet his.
 
With a groan, he gave in to the temptation that had been teasing him since she had undone her shirt. He reached up, his hand cupping her left breast, his thumb circling her already erect nipple. The lace of her bra was rough against his palm, the friction adding to the exquisite pleasure. She arched her back, pressing herself into his hand, her eyes never leaving his.
 
Nazrin's hand quickened its pace, her strokes growing more urgent as she watched the ecstasy play out across Arun's features. His grip on her boobs tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh, leaving marks that would be hidden by her clothes. The anticipation was unbearable, the tension in the air palpable.
 
Her eyes locked onto his, she felt the first tremors of his orgasm begin. Arun's body grew taut, his muscles flexing like a bowstring about to snap. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, he came. Cum shot out of his dick like a geyser, spurting up into the air and splattering over Nazrin's hand and thighs. It was a display of virility that surpassed even her wildest fantasies.


 
The sight of his seed on her skin was a powerful aphrodisiac, and she found herself stroking him harder, eager to feel every drop of his release. His cock pulsed in her grip, spasming as the last waves of his climax washed over him. The room was filled with the sounds of their mingled pleasure, the slap of skin on skin, the wet noises of her hand working him, and his gasping breaths.
 
As the tremors subsided, Arun's hand fell away from her boob, his eyes glazed with pleasure. Nazrin's hand remained wrapped around his cock, her grip loosening slightly as she took in the aftermath of their shared moment. She felt a sense of triumph, her own desire now a pulsing need that demanded to be sated.
 
"Arun, you did well," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. His cheeks colored a deeper shade of red at the praise, a boyish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The room was a cocoon of candlelight and scented oil, the air charged with the electricity of their passion.
 
Nazrin stood up, the movement causing her own breasts to jiggle tantalizingly in the candlelight. She looked down at her body, her eyes tracing the rivulets of cum that painted her hands and thighs. The sight of his essence on her was a strange mix of liberation and depravity, a visual reminder of the taboo act they had just shared.
 
"I need a bath," she murmured, her voice husky with unspoken desire. Arun watched her, his own breathing still ragged from the intensity of his climax. The sight of her standing there, glowing with the aftermath of their encounter, was almost too much for him to bear. He longed to reach out and touch her, to claim her once more, but he knew the moment was delicate, the balance of power between them shifting once again.

[dragonslair]

Amazing updte. Very erotic.

[Santhosh Stanley]

lovely

[Gitaranjan]

Very nice

[Logan]

Very nice update

[adangamaru]

How can she control her desires even after seeing a strong, long and thick dick in front of her that is not even comparable to that of her husband. The more she moves, the soon she gets. Really hot one.

[jiivajothii]

At least she should have allowed him to do something or she should have done little more.

Both are left high and dry. Naz is turning more wild slowly. She will rules the dicks of her students soon.

Is Naz an innocent wife? Please dont make the husband cuck.

[NovelNavel]

Nazrin is not in a hurry, she is slowly pushing the borders and proceeding to the next level. Awesome.

[rohitkapoor]

Too slow… 

[Karmayogee]

Great going

[magneticpersonality]

Super Update

[Aadhivaasi]

Dick raising update

[Herbiee]

Wooow. Nice update bro. Hot n spicy update. This story goes to the next level. And Nazrin also.

Madly waiting for Nazrin's upcoming adventures.

[thechotireader]

Kick ass.. Good going..

[Sambox69]

awesome writing ??????
Update 11:

Arun's heart nearly stopped. He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes meeting hers. The challenge in her gaze was unmistakable, and the bulge in his pants grew even more pronounced.

 
Nazrin watched him with a smirk, her own desire mounting as she took in the sight of his arousal. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him: off-balance, vulnerable, and desperate for her touch. She stood up from the couch, the movement fluid and feline, and began to walk towards him.
 
"Arun," she said, her voice a low, sultry whisper that seemed to caress his very soul. He could feel his heart racing, his pulse pounding in his ears. "I think you need to relax," she added, her eyes never leaving his. "Why don't you hug me... like last time?"
 
Arun's hands dropped from his crotch, and he took a tentative step towards her. She was so close, he could feel the warmth radiating from her body, smell the sweet scent of her perfume. Her eyes were dark with desire, and he knew he was lost. He wrapped his arms around her, his body responding to the softness of her curves, the warmth of her embrace.
 
Her breasts pressed against his chest, the fabric of her bra a flimsy barrier to the heat that pulsed between them. He could feel her heart beating rapidly, a rhythm that matched his own. His hands slid around her back, his fingers tracing the line of her spine, feeling the taut muscles beneath the thin material of her shirt.
 
Nazrin's mouth moved to his neck, her kisses feather-light yet filled with a burning hunger. Arun's breath hitched as her teeth grazed his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. His cock grew harder, straining against the confines of his pants, eager to be released. He knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment where their tutor-student relationship would irrevocably shift.



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With a boldness she had never felt before, Nazrin pressed and rubbed her thighs against his erected dick, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Arun's body responded instinctively, his dick poking through the fabric of his pants, seeking the warmth and softness of her flesh. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a soft moan slipped from his lips, a sound that was both a gasp of pleasure and a cry of surrender.
 
Nazrin felt the warm wetness seep through the fabric, and she knew she had won. He had Cum from just the pressure of her thighs, the power of her seduction. She broke the hug, looking down at the stains on his pants with a knowing smile. The sight of his release, so public and so raw, was a heady victory for her, a testament to the control she wielded over these young men.
 
Arun's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and awe. He stumbled back, his hands flying to his crotch, as if to hide the evidence of his desire. He was like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen by the intensity of the moment. "Ma'am," he stammered, his voice a strangled whisper. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
 
But Nazrin's smile only grew, a knowing glint in her eye. "Don't be," she said softly, her voice a silken caress. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. It just shows how much we both need this." She stepped closer to him, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "You made me release," she murmured, her voice filled with a gentle tease, "and I made you too. So, relax."
 
With a gentle push, she sent him stumbling towards the bathroom, his legs still trembling from the intensity of his release. He fumbled with the door, his cheeks aflame with embarrassment as he slipped inside and closed it firmly behind him. The sound of the lock clicking into place was like a gunshot in the quiet of the hallway.
 
Nazrin sank back onto the couch, her body thrumming with desire. The scent of Arun's arousal hung in the air, a potent reminder of the power she held over him. She couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as she listened to the sound of the shower running, the water a soothing balm to his shattered nerves.
 
Her thoughts raced, replaying the events of the evening. The way his hands had felt on her legs, the gentle pressure of his fingers, the way her body had responded so eagerly to his touch. She had never felt so alive, so in control. The memory of her own climax washed over her again, leaving her breathless and eager for more.
 
The bathroom door clicked open, she took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come. Arun emerged, his hands still cupped over the evidence of his arousal, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
 
"Arun," Nazrin said, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to echo through the hallway. "We will take a break from studies today." The words hung in the air, a promise that sent a thrill through both of them.
 
He looked at her, his eyes searching for any sign of doubt, any hint that she was playing with him. But all he saw was the same desire that had driven him to the edge of his control. He nodded, swallowing hard. "So, should I go home?"
 
Nazrin's smile grew sly, a knowing look in her eye. "It's up to you," she said, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through his very bones. "But you should know that Fahim won't be home tonight." The words hung in the air, a silent challenge that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of her racing heart.
 
Her eyes never leaving his, she stood and sashayed towards the kitchen, the fabric of her skirt whispering against her thighs. The room felt charged with the electricity of their unspoken desires, a current that seemed to arc between them, setting her skin alight with anticipation.

 
Arun followed, his eyes feasting on the view of her back, the fabric of her shirt stretching taut across her shoulder blades, revealing the lacy blue of her bra. The hem of her skirt was a teasing promise, revealing just enough of her creamy flesh to make his mouth water. He could see the muscles of her thighs tense and release as she moved, a subtle dance of seduction that made his heart race.
 
Entering the kitchen, Nazrin turned to face him, a knife in her hand. She placed a cutting board in front of him, laden with vegetables. "If you're staying," she said, her voice low and sultry, "help me cut these."
 
Arun's eyes widened at the sight of the knife, the phallic symbolism not lost on him. He took it from her, his hand trembling slightly as their fingers brushed together. The cool steel felt alien in his grip, his mind racing with the possibilities of the evening ahead.
 
Nazrin leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him with a smoldering gaze as she began to mix the chapati flour. Her movements were graceful, deliberate, as if she was kneading more than just the dough. The way her hands moved, the soft slap of the flour against the counter, was mesmerizing, and Arun found himself unable to tear his eyes away.
 
He took the knife, his hand still shaking slightly, and began to chop the vegetables with a clumsy precision. Each cut seemed to echo through the kitchen, a silent declaration of intent. The tension between them was palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to crackle with every passing moment.
 
"Arun," she said, her voice a warm caress that seemed to wrap around him, "do you like me?"
 
Arun's eyes darted from her eyes to her ample cleavage, which was barely concealed by the sheer fabric of her shirt. He swallowed hard, the knife in his hand momentarily forgotten. "Ma'am," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire, "you're like a goddess to me. You tutor me in studies, and you help me so much."



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Nazrin stepped closer to him, her breasts brushing against his arm as she leaned over to grab a bowl. "Is that all you think of me?" she asked, her voice a sultry challenge. "As just a teacher?"
 
Arun's eyes widened, and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back. "No, Ma'am," he stammered, his eyes darting to the floor. "I mean, yes, you're my teacher, but you're also..." His words trailed off as he struggled to find the right ones.
 
Nazrin leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck. "Also what, Arun?" she whispered, her voice a sultry challenge. "What else do you think of me?"
 
Arun's eyes darted up, meeting hers with a desperate need. "Ma'am," he choked out, his voice a ragged whisper, "you're... you're like a... a... my girlfriend."
 
Nazrin's laugh was like a peal of thunder in the quiet kitchen, a sound that was both thrilling and terrifying. She stepped closer to him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Arun," she said, her voice a sultry purr, "no, I will not be your girlfriend." The words hung in the air, a teasing rejection that sent a thrill through him.
 
He looked at her, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. "But," he stuttered, "why, Ma'am?" His voice was a hoarse whisper, his hands still clutching the knife tightly.
 
Nazrin leaned closer, her breath hot on his ear. "Because, Arun," she whispered, "that's what makes it so much more exciting." Her words were a seductive dance, a siren's call that he found impossible to resist.
 
Her hand reached out, gently taking the knife from his trembling grip and placing it on the counter. "First of all," she said, her voice a firm yet gentle reprimand, "I am your teacher. And I am older than you. I am also a married woman."
 
Arun nodded, his eyes cast down, the weight of his words sinking in. "But, we hugged," he murmured, his voice a quiet protest. "It's different now."
 
Nazrin's smile was a knowing curve of her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the shift in their dynamics. "Ok, here is the deal," she said, her voice a soft command that sent shivers down his spine. "I will do what all girlfriends do." Her eyes searched his, ensnaring him in a web of desire and secrecy. "But remember," she added, her voice dropping to a whisper that was almost a growl, "not to tell anyone about it."
 
As if on cue, the room plunged into darkness. The sudden absence of light was punctuated by the soft hum of the ceiling fan slowing to a halt. Arun's heart raced, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "Ma'am," he stuttered, the knife forgotten on the counter, "the lights are out."
 
Nazrin chuckled softly, the sound sending a thrill down his spine. "It's just a power cut," she murmured, her voice a comfort in the inky blackness. "It happens all the time ." She stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to find his.
 
"Come," she said, her voice a warm whisper that seemed to fill the room, "let's go sit on the couch."
 
Arun felt his legs move of their own accord, the darkness a strange ally as he followed her command. The couch felt cold and firm beneath him, the leather cool against his skin. He could hear the rustling of fabric as Nazrin moved through the room, the sound sending a thrill through him that he couldn't explain. His heart was racing, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
 
"Arun," she called out from the dining room, her voice a beacon in the darkness. "Hold on."
 
Her footsteps grew louder as she approached the kitchen, the sound of rummaging in a drawer cutting through the silence like a knife. Arun felt his heart rate quicken, his body tight with anticipation. He could hear the clink of metal, the soft thud of a match striking. A moment later, the scent of vanilla filled the room, and a warm, flickering light grew from the direction of the kitchen.
 
Nazrin returned, the candlelight casting shadows across her face, making her look like a creature of the night. The flame danced in her eyes, reflecting the mischief in her smile. "Here," she said, her voice a velvet purr as she handed him the candle. "Hold this."
 
Arun took the warm wax candle, his eyes never leaving hers. The flickering light played over her features, making her skin seem to glow. The shadows danced across her curves, hinting at the secrets that lay beneath her clothes. The warmth of the flame was nothing compared to the heat that pulsed between them, a silent promise of what was to come.
 
They both reached and sat on the couch, the candles casting a soft, intimate glow across the room. The only light was the flickering of the two candles on the table beside them, throwing their shadows together on the wall. The air was thick with unspoken desire, the room a cocoon of heat and need.
 
Nazrin took a deep breath, her heart racing. She turned to Arun, her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "What do you say about our deal, Arun?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to curl around him like a lover's embrace.
 
"Ok Ma'am," Arun murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I will not say anything to anyone."
 
Nazrin's smile grew wider, the candlelight playing across her face like a seductive dance of shadows and light. She leaned closer to him, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good boy," she whispered, her breath warm and sweet against his cheek.
 
They sat there in the darkness, the only sound their ragged breaths and the distant hum of the night outside. The heat of the candles was nothing compared to the inferno that burned between them. Arun felt his shirt stick to his back, his skin slick with sweat. The room was stifling, a cocoon of desire that seemed to close in around them.
 
"Arun," Nazrin murmured, her eyes gleaming in the flickering candlelight. "You're sweating. Remove your shirt."
 
Her voice was a gentle command that he couldn't resist. Arun's heart raced as he stood, the candles casting a soft glow across his chest as he pulled the fabric over his head. He felt vulnerable, exposed, but also strangely empowered by her gaze. The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the silence a testament to the unspoken agreement that had passed between them.




 
He sat back down on the couch, the fabric sticking slightly to his damp skin. "Ma'am," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper, "you are sweating as well."
 
Nazrin chuckled, the sound like a warm summer breeze. "Naughty boy," she whispered, and she stood up, her movements deliberate and sensual. She reached for the buttons on her shirt, her eyes never leaving his. One by one, she began to undo them, her fingers moving with a tantalizing slowness that had his heart racing.
 
Arun sat there, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief. He couldn't believe what was happening. His teacher, his seductress, was undressing for him. The fabric parted, revealing the soft curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the gentle slope of her stomach. He could see the dark circles of her areolae peeking through the lacy fabric of her bra, the promise of what lay beneath.



 
With a final flick of her wrist, Nazrin's shirt fell to the floor, leaving her in just her skirt and the blue lace bra. She stood there, basking in the candlelight, her body a symphony of shadows and light. Arun's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her. She was a goddess, a vision of beauty that he never knew could exist in reality.
 
Her breasts were full and heavy, the lace of her bra cupping them perfectly, pushing them up and together. The sight of her bare skin was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive. He could see the faint outline of her nipples through the fabric, the dark circles puckered and begging to be touched. His eyes traveled down her body, over the soft curve of her stomach, the flare of her hips.
 
"Arun," she said, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through his very soul. "Don't you feel sweaty down there?"
 
Arun nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He felt the weight of the moment, the gravity of what was about to happen. He stood slowly, his legs trembling slightly as he stepped out of his pants, leaving him in nothing but his V-shaped underwear. The fabric hugged his body tightly, outlining the firm contours of his muscles and the unmistakable bulge that grew with every passing second.


 
Nazrin took a moment to appreciate the view, her eyes drinking in every inch of his bare chest and the way his abs tapered down to his waist. She took a deep breath, her own heart racing as she reached for her skirt. With a quick motion, she pulled it down, letting it pool around her ankles. Standing before him in just her blue lace bra and matching panties, she felt a mix of nervousness and exhilaration.

 
This was a first for her, revealing her body to a man other than Fahim. The realization sent a tremor through her, heightening the anticipation. The candlelight painted her body with a soft, warm glow, casting delicate shadows across her skin. Arun's eyes roamed over her, his pupils dilated with lust, and she could see his arousal tenting his underwear. The power of knowing she could elicit such a response was exhilarating.




 
Her eyes followed the line of his hand as it hovered over the prominent bulge. "Arun," she said, her voice a smoky whisper that seemed to wrap around him like a lover's caress, "remove your hands."
 
Obediently, he complied, his hands dropping to his sides. The fabric of his underwear strained against his erection, the head of his cock clearly outlined, begging for her touch. Nazrin felt her breath hitch in her chest, her eyes drawn to the tantalizing sight like a moth to a flame. The V-shape of his underwear framed his arousal perfectly, a teasing promise of the pleasure that lay within.


 
With a seductive smile, she stepped closer to the couch, the candles casting a warm glow over the room. "Arun," she purred, her voice a siren's call that made his skin tingle. "Lay on the couch facing downwards. It's time I give you a massage like you gave me a while back."

[rohitkapoor]

Good story perchance.

[srk_007]

fantastic and mind blowing .....

[Seledia]

Hot story! Thanks.

[Ananthukutty]

Good update

[magneticpersonality]

Please Update Buddy