Adultery The Differential Equations of Lust : A Math Teacher's Web

[Hot mom lover]

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[ZareenK]

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Update 20:

On Sunday, he woke up early, the sun streaming through his window like a promise of a new day. He tried to push the memories of the previous night into the dark recesses of his mind, focusing instead on his schooIwork. The comforting routine of his studies grounded him, the numbers and formulas a refuge from the chaos of his thoughts. He worked diligently, his mind racing through equations and theorems, desperately trying to drown out the echoes of the women's laughter and their sandals clicking against the marble floor.


As Ajay made his way to schooI the next day, the same trepidation that had plagued him since his first encounter with Tarannum returned with a vengeance. Only now, it wasn't just her he had to face, but Tanzeer as well. He felt a knot in his stomach tighten as he approached the schooI gates, the once-safe haven now transformed into a minefield of lustful glances and potential humiliation.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted Tanzeer emerging from a sleek Hyundai Verna, her figure enveloped in a burqa that seemed to glint with the promise of hidden debauchery. The heels of her sandals clicked rhythmically against the pavement, a seductive beat that echoed in his ears. The sun played across her skin, hinting at the treacherous beauty hidden beneath the fabric. Her niqab was pushed back, revealing her eyes, which danced with the same mischief that had haunted him the night before. It was a stark contrast to the pious image she projected at schooI, and it made him feel as if he were looking into the eyes of a cobra poised to strike.

Tanzeer's sandals clicked a steady rhythm on the floor as she strolled towards the staff room, her hips swaying with the confidence of a woman who knew she was desired. Ajay, his heart racing, tried to blend into the throng of students heading to their classrooms, hoping against hope that she wouldn't notice him. He kept his eyes on the ground, avoiding any potential eye contact that could give away his secret. The hallways, once a place of learning and camaraderie, now felt like a labyrinth of potential traps and temptations.

The first two periods dragged on like an eternity for Ajay. Engrossed in his English and Science textbooks, he managed to keep his mind focused, the words on the pages a barrier against the memories of the weekend. His thoughts flitted from Shakespearean sonnets to the periodic table, seeking refuge in the predictability of literature and science. But the anticipation of his third period, Mathematics, weighed heavily on him, a dark cloud that loomed closer with each tick of the clock.

As the bell finally rang, signaling the end of his reprieve, Ajay felt his stomach drop. He gathered his books with trembling hands, steeling himself for what was to come. The classroom door swung open, and in walked Tarannum, her stride as confident as ever, her black high-heeled sandals clicking a seductive rhythm on the floor. The room seemed to hold its breath as she swept in, her red and black salwar suit clinging to her curves in a way that seemed almost deliberate. The dupatta hanging from her shoulder whispered of secrets untold, and her eyes sparkled with a mischief that only Ajay could decode.

Her gaze locked onto him as she sauntered to the front of the class, her hips swaying with a predatory grace that made his heart race. Ajay felt his cheeks flushing as she winked at him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. The class, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension between them, took their seats, eager to begin the lesson. Tarannum's sandals clicked against the floor, the sound echoing through the room like a taunt.

As she began to teach, Tarannum couldn't resist slipping in little moments of torment for Ajay. Each time she approached his desk to check his work, her hand would brush against his thigh, sending a bolt of electricity through his body. Her fingernails, painted a dark shade of red, tapped gently against the wood, a silent promise of the pain and pleasure to come. Her eyes, lined with kajal, gleamed with mischief as she leaned over him, the scent of her perfume a heady mix of jasmine and musk that made his head spin.

Her red and black salwar suit hugged her figure in all the right places, the fabric whispering against her skin with every movement. The dupatta, matching the color of her sandals, hung loosely from her shoulder, occasionally slipping to reveal a hint of the cleavage beneath. Ajay couldn't help but stare, his eyes drawn to the swell of her breasts and the way the neckline of her kameez dipped tantalizingly low. It was a distraction he couldn't afford, but his body responded to her nonetheless, his arousal growing with each passing minute.

The mathematics period ended with a collective sigh of relief from the students, their heads full of equations and formulas. But for Ajay, it was the end of a personal hell, his mind having been in a tumult of fear and desire the entire time. The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Tarannum's eyes lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary, her dirty smile saying more than words ever could, before she swaggered out of the classroom. The clacking of her sandals grew faint, and the room felt like it had just been released from the grip of a vice.

The students remained seated, waiting for the next teacher to arrive. Ajay took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. The sound of Tarannum's sandals retreating down the hallway was a sweet reprieve, but he knew he couldn't let his guard down. His eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of his classmates' suspicion. They remained blissfully ignorant, their faces a canvas of boredom and confusion as they awaited the Sanskrit class with Mr. Chaturvedi.

As Mr. Chaturvedi shuffled in, his thick spectacles perched on the tip of his nose, Ajay couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The elderly man's gentle demeanor and the dry, academic nature of the subject provided a stark contrast to the torment he'd just endured. He took his seat at the front of the class, his eyes scanning the room over his spectacles. Ajay sank into his chair, his thoughts racing. He found solace in the mundane task of copying down the Sanskrit verses from the board, the ancient language a balm to his frazzled nerves.

The next period dragged on, the minutes feeling like hours as he sat through a lecture on the intricacies of Sanskrit grammar. The only thing that kept him tethered to reality was the sound of Mr. Chaturvedi's soft voice and the occasional giggle from his classmates. The bell finally chimed, signaling lunch recess, and Ajay practically bolted from his seat. He needed space, air, anything to clear his head.

Out in the schooI grounds, the students scattered in their usual groups, the chatter and laughter creating a cacophony that usually brought him comfort. But today, it only served to amplify the silence in his own heart. He found a patch of grass under a large banyan tree, a few feet away from the nearest group of chattering classmates. The shade offered a semblance of solace as he opened his lunch box, the aroma of his mother's homemade food doing little to stir his appetite. The scent of the earth and the rustle of leaves above him were a stark contrast to the marble floors and leather sandals of the previous Saturday’s escapade.

As he sat there, lost in thought, the bell for the next period rang out, jolting him back to reality. Social studies. He had forgotten. His heart skipped a beat as he recalled Tanzeer's wicked smile and the clack of her sandals. With a sigh, he gathered his things and headed back to the classroom. The door creaked open to reveal her standing at the front, a vision of seductive power in her light-blue and white salwar kameez. The deep neckline showcased her ample cleavage, and the tight salwar hugged her curves like a second skin. Her hair flowed down her back like a river of midnight, and her makeup was a perfect blend of sophistication and allure. The white sandals she wore had high, spiked heels that seemed to pierce the floor with every step she took.

To his surprise, she began the class with a lecture on the Mughal empire, her voice as authoritative as it had been seductive the night before. The students took notes fervently, hanging on her every word. Ajay sat in the second row, his knees bobbing up and down nervously. He felt a strange sense of relief as she continued to teach without so much as a hint of the depravity that had unfolded at Tarannum's house. It was as if that afternoon had never happened.

But Tanzeer showed her true colors soon when Ajay’s eyes met hers and she smirked knowingly, her lips curving into a smile that was anything but innocent. The gesture was so subtle that no one else in the class noticed, but to Ajay, it was as if she had shouted her intentions. The air grew thick with anticipation, and his heart began to race. He knew that the illusion of normalcy was just that—an illusion.

Tanzeer's pacing grew more deliberate as she approached Ajay's desk. She was discussing Aurangzeb's reign, her voice as sharp as the stiletto heels that clicked with each step she took. The classroom was a sea of scribbling pens and furrowed brows, none the wiser to the silent dance happening between student and teacher. As she passed, she let her pen slip from her fingers, landing with a soft thud in Ajay's lap. He watched her, frozen, as she bent over, her dupatta slipping to reveal the ample swell of her breasts. The room's temperature seemed to spike as she reached for the pen, her hand lingering, her knuckles brushing against the growing bulge in his pants.

Her eyes met his, a mischievous spark lighting them up, and she leaned in, her breath hot and faintly tinged with the scent of cigarette and alcohol. Before he could react, she swiftly groped him, her touch as deft as a snake's, and pecked his cheek. It was a fleeting moment, so subtle that the chatter of the classroom swallowed it whole. Ajay felt his heart stutter in his chest, his face flushing hot with a mix of fear and embarrassment . He looked around, but the other students remained oblivious to the silent exchange, their eyes glued to their textbooks and notes.

Tanzeer straightened up, her smirk lingering as she took a step back, her sandals clicking against the floor. She held the pen between her fingers, twirling it around as she resumed her lecture. "Now, where was I?" she mused, her eyes flicking back to Ajay, who sat rigidly in his chair, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the imprint of her hand on his crotch, the fabric of his pants sticking to his skin. The smell of her perfume, now tainted with the hint of ciggies and booze, clung to him like a second skin.

The class droned on, but Ajay couldn't focus. His mind reeled with the realization that the woman who stood before him, a figure of authority and respect, had drunk alcohol and smoked a cigarette in the schooI premises. It was a revelation that shook the very foundations of his beliefs. He couldn't help but wonder if Tarannum had joined her in this act.

As the bell for the next period rang, Tanzeer looked at Ajay with a knowing smile. "Ajay," she called out, her voice cutting through the chatter of the students. "Could you spare a few minutes and come see me in the staff-room during the last period? We need to discuss that test paper from last week." Her words were sweet and innocent, but the tone sent a shiver down his spine. The last thing he wanted was to be alone with her, but he knew better than to refuse.

The next period of the day, arts class, was a blur for Ajay. His mind was consumed by the impending meeting with Tanzeer. The colorful chalks and paint-stained aprons of his classmates were but a distant backdrop to the storm brewing within him. His thoughts raced with anticipation and dread, his heart beating a wild tattoo in his chest. He knew that Tanzeer's invitation was not about the test paper. It was a continuation of the twisted game Tarannum had initiated although, she had never before tried to extend their encounters into the schooI.

As the bell for the last period, Physical Education, rang out, Ajay gathered his nerve and made his way to the staff room instead of following his classmates to the schooI grounds. The corridors grew quieter as the last stragglers rushed to their final class of the day. His footsteps echoed in the emptiness, each step bringing him closer to the inevitable confrontation. The thought of Tanzeer's hand on his crotch during the social studies class was a constant reminder of the tangled web he found himself in. He was slightly hopeful that the staff room, usually a hive of activity, would offer some protection, the presence of other teachers acting as a deterrent to any further advances.

When he turned the corner leading to the staff room, his hope for a bustling, teacher-filled space was dashed. There she was, leaning against the wall outside the room, her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up and creating a tantalizing display. Her white sandals with the spiked heels gleaming in the sunlight, she watched him approach with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Ajay," she purred, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a tremor through his body. "I need you to go to the store room next to the computer laboratory on the first floor. I'll join you there in a few minutes." She winked, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that was anything but academic.

Ajay nodded, his throat too dry to speak. He walked away from her, his legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. The corridors grew quieter with each step, the only sound the echo of his own racing heart. He found the stairs and  climbed them, his eyes scanning the empty halls for any sign of life. The computer lab was ahead, a bastion of modernity in the old schooI’s architecture. The store room next to it was a relic, a forgotten chamber that held the schooI’s dusty secrets. The door was a heavy slab of wood, adorned with a large, rusty lock that looked like it hadn't been touched in years. He hesitated for a moment, the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a hot, suffocating blanket. But he knew better than to refuse.

As he approached the door, he heard the clack of sandals growing louder. He turned to see Tanzeer striding towards him, her handbag swinging from her elbow. She looked every bit the teacher, but the knowing glint in her eyes and the sultry sway of her hips told a different story. She stopped before him, her chest heaving slightly from the exertion, and reached into her bag, withdrawing a set of keys. With a flourish, she unlocked the door, the sound of the bolt sliding back echoing through the empty space. "After you," she said, her voice a siren's call that sent a thrill of fear and excitement down his spine.

The room was a time capsule, dust motes dancing in the shafts of light that pierced the grimy windows. The shelves were lined with dusty textbooks and ancient computer parts, the air thick with the scent of disuse. Some old broken furniture was scattered around, looking like forgotten relics of a bygone era. Amongst this detritus lay two rolled-up, dusty rugs, their vibrant patterns barely discernible under a thick layer of grime. A behemoth of a teacher's table dominated the center of the room, its once-polished surface now a canvas for years of neglect.

Tanzeer closed the door with a thud, the lock clicking into place with a finality that sent a shiver down Ajay's spine. She turned to face him, her eyes burning with an intensity that belied the calm demeanor she had maintained in the classroom. Without a word, she strode towards him, her sandals echoing through the room. Ajay felt himself backing up, his body responding instinctively to the predator approaching. But his legs collided with the table, leaving him nowhere to go.

With a smirk, she pounced, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him closer. The strength in her embrace was surprising, given her slender frame, but Ajay found himself powerless to resist. His heart hammered in his chest as she whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending a tremor through his body. "You're going to love this personal physical education class, Ajay," she chuckled, her voice a low purr that seemed to resonate in his very soul. “I’ve told your PE teacher, Mr. Singh that you’re busy with me, so we have the whole period to ourselves."

Her eyes searched his, a hunger in them that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He felt his own breath hitch in his throat as she leaned in and claimed his lips in a bruising kiss. Her tongue danced with his, tasting of mint and something darker, something that made his stomach clench with anticipation. His hands hovered at his sides, unsure of what to do, but she took the lead, one hand sliding up to tangle in his hair, the other slipping down to cup his ass.

After a few minutes of this feverish kissing, she pulled away, her chest heaving. Her eyes never left his as she reached for the knot of his tie, her movements deliberate and precise. The fabric slithered away, revealing the top buttons of his shirt. Her eyes flickered down to his chest, and she began to undo them one by one, her nails scräping against his skin in a way that made him shiver.

"Ma'am," Ajay managed to gasp out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, not here. What if someone...?"

[ArfaS]

ماشاءاللہ! بےحد ہی گرم اپڈیٹ… مزہ آ گیا

[ZareenK]

ماشاءاللہ! بےحد ہی گرم اپڈیٹ… مزہ آ گیا

شکریہ عرفہ

[ZareenK]

Dear readers, I would like to inform you that I will be pausing updates on my story during the sacred month of Ramadan. I will resume posting new updates after Eid. Thank you for your understanding and support.

[ArfaS]

[Hot mom lover]

Thank you mam for fabulous update.

[Hot mom lover]

Dear readers, I would like to inform you that I will be pausing updates on my story during the sacred month of Ramadan. I will resume posting new updates after Eid. Thank you for your understanding and support.

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[ShaziaMirza]

The update is incredibly arousing and erotically charged, Zareen. I'm eagerly awaiting the next chapter where Tanzeer ravishes Ajay in the secluded college storeroom. Keep up the steamy writing!

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[ShakirAli]

Excellent Update! Looks like Tanzeer will try to steal Ajay from Tarannum 

[ShakirAli]

Dear readers, I would like to inform you that I will be pausing updates on my story during the sacred month of Ramadan. I will resume posting new updates after Eid. Thank you for your understanding and support.

Ramadan Mubaraq to you too. Wishing you blessed fasts throughout Ramadan.

[rohitkapoor]

Superb Update!

[Sahil.A]

Amazing update! Absolutely sizzling!