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

[ZareenK]

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[ZareenK]

Update 24:

One day, during a particularly intense session with Tarannum, Ajay slipped and revealed Tanzeer's secret rendezvous with him. Tarannum's eyes widened in surprise, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She had no idea that her friend had been indulging in their shared desire during college hours, but the revelation only intrigued her more.


The next day, during their secret cigarette and whiskey-tippling break in the secluded corner behind the college's abandoned under-construction building, Tarannum couldn't resist teasing Tanzeer with a playful glint in her eye. "So, my dear," she began, her voice dripping with a blend of amusement and challenge, "I've heard a little bird whisper about your... extracurricular activities with my Ajay. Tell me, is it true?"

Tanzeer took a slow, deliberate drag from her cigarette, savoring the taste before blowing out a plume of smoke. She took a sip of her whiskey, the liquid fire burning a path down her throat, before she met Tarannum's gaze with a coy smile. "Well, if you must know," she replied, her voice low and seductive, "I decided to take your advice to heart. After all, you said I should take the initiative when it comes to seducing our little pupils. And since I cannot invite them to my home like you do, I had to find... alternative arrangements."

Tarannum's smile grew wider, a predatory glint in her eyes as she leaned in closer. "Ah, so you felt the need to claim what's mine," she said, her voice a playful purr. "Couldn't resist the sweet scent of innocence, could you?"

Tanzeer's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took another drag on her cigarette, the smoke swirling around her like a seductive veil. “Oh, I didn’t claim him as my own, my dear. I merely borrowed him for a little... inspiration, shall we say?” she replied, her voice dripping with innuendo. “But I must admit, I’ve grown quite fond of our boy.”

Without missing a beat, she leaned in and pressed her lips to Tarannum’s, her tongue slipping out to trace the outline of her friend’s mouth before plunging in. The kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with the promise of shared secrets and mutual indulgence. When she pulled away, her eyes were alight with mischief. “You know where to find us if you ever feel like joining in, Tarannum,” she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

Tarannum’s eyes darkened with lust as she took a long swig from her flask of whiskey. “Threesomes can be quite... entertaining,” she said, her voice a low rumble of agreement. “I might just take you up on that offer one of these days, my dear Tanzeer. After all, variety is the spice of life, isn’t it?”

The two teachers leaned against the rough brick wall of the abandoned building, their laughter a harsh contrast to the quiet collegeyard. They spoke in hushed tones, their voices thick with smoke and whiskey. “Did you hear about Iqra and  her maid’s son?” Tanzeer began, her eyes sparkling with gossip. “Apparently, last week the maid caught her in the act, the slut was riding the teen like a horse… can you imagine the scene?”

Tarannum’s eyes grew wide with interest, a smirk playing on her lips. “No, I hadn’t heard that one. How did she manage to keep it a secret?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Tanzeer chuckled, her sandals clacking against the brick as she adjusted her stance. “Oh, Iqra is quite the sly one. She promised the maid a significant raise and swore her to secrecy, threatening to fire her if she said a word. And as for the boy, well, she convinced him that it was a rite of passage, something all young men experience with older, more mature women.”

The thought of Iqra’s conquest brought a wicked smile to Tarannum’s face. “Speaking of which, have you heard the latest about Nazia?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of fresh gossip. “Apparently, she picked up two young rag-pickers last weekend. Took them in her Mercedes to a secluded spot off the highway, gave them the ride of their lives, and paid them handsomely for it!”

Tanzeer’s eyebrows shot up. “Now, that’s what I call living life to the fullest!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. “Nazia truly has a knack for enjoying all the cocks she can get her hands on. And you, my dear Tarannum, you’re the queen of the hunt. You could charm the pants off any man, young or old, with just a flick of your eyelashes. I swear, if I weren’t married, I’d be right there with you, basking in the glory of our shared conquests!”

The bell for the next period chimed through the collegeyard, its metallic clang jolting them out of their hedonistic revelries. They shared a knowing look, a silent acknowledgment of the illicit lives they led beneath the guise of respectable teachers. They crushed their cigarette butts under the their sandals, grinding them into the concrete with a practiced ease. The acrid scent of tobacco mingled with the faint sweetness of the peppermints they popped into their mouths, a ritualistic cleansing of their sins before re-entering the hallowed halls of education.

For the next two days, Tarannum found herself juggling her voracious appetite for sex with the ever-mounting pile of paperwork on her desk. The college was preparing for an annual math competition, and as the head of the math department, she had her hands full. She could not join the illicit rendezvous with Tanzeer and Ajay in the store room, much to her frustration.

Instead, she sought solace in the arms of her other lovers, a lineup of college boys and young professionals she had met through various means. They were all eager to satisfy her insatiable hunger, lured by the allure of an experienced woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Her evenings were a blur of limbs and moans, whispers of sweet nothings, and the occasional stifled scream of pleasure. They were her playthings, eager to please, and she reveled in the power she held over them.

On Friday, during their clandestine cigarette and whiskey break, Tarannum and Tanzeer exchanged knowing glances as they leaned against the college's brick wall. The warmth of the afternoon sun did little to dull the heat that simmered between them. "What are your plans for this evening, my dear?" Tarannum asked, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.

Tanzeer took a deep drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around her lips as she spoke. "I thought we could invite Ajay to your place after college today," she suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "A little... after-class tutoring, if you catch my drift."

Tarannum's smile grew sly. "Oh, I most certainly do," she said, her voice thick with anticipation. "What a delightful way to spend a Friday afternoon. I'll text him after lunch, make sure he's all set for a little... extra curricular activity."

The thought of the upcoming rendezvous had Tanzeer's pulse racing. She hadn't indulged in drugs since their wild party a few weeks ago. "Tarannum, do you have any of that good stuff… ganja or maybe something a bit more potent, like coke or meow-meow?" she asked, her voice low and hungry. "I haven’t had a taste since our little gathering, and I find myself craving it more and more with each passing day."

Tarannum nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Don't you worry," she assured her friend, her smile wicked. "Thanks to Nazia, my pantry is stocked with everything we could possibly need. She's quite the little supplier, isn't she?"

After their break, the two teachers slipped back into their roles as educators, the smell of whiskey and cigarettes masked by peppermints and perfume. Tarannum texted Ajay during her free period, the anticipation of their rendezvous making her fingers tremble slightly as she typed out the message: "Be at my place at 5 PM sharp. Don't be late." She hit send with a flourish, watching the message disappear into the digital ether.

Ajay received the text with a sense of resigned acceptance. His heart didn't race with fear or excitement anymore; it had become a dull throb of dread. He had come to expect these summons, and his body had grown accustomed to the routine of pleasure and pain. The text from Tarannum was not unexpected; she had not invited him over for their usual sessions in three days, which was unusually long for them. He replied with a simple 'Okay' and went back to his collegework, his mind a whirlwind of algebra and trigonometry, trying to ignore the darker thoughts that lurked just beneath the surface.

After college, Ajay rode his bike home, his thoughts consumed by the evening ahead. He knew the drill by now. He would shower, put on clean clothes, and reach Tarannum's place at 5 PM sharp. His mind was a whirlwind of apprehension and reluctant excitement. He couldn't escape the thrill that these encounters brought him, despite the guilt and fear that clung to him like a second skin.

Meanwhile, instead of going their separate ways, Tanzeer followed Tarannum to her place. She had informed her family that she would be staying at her friend's house tonight, the lie rolling off her tongue as easily as the whiskey she had shared with Tarannum during their secret break. The anticipation of the evening's activities had her stomach in knots, her mind racing with the possibilities of what awaited them. Her black burqa was discarded on the back seat of her car, a stark reminder of the dual life she led.

When they arrived at Tarannum’s house, the curtains were drawn, allowing the late afternoon sun to cast a warm, golden glow over the plush furnishings. It was almost 4 pm, and Ajay's visit was still an hour away, but the two teachers couldn't resist the urge to begin their debauchery early. The moment they stepped inside, the air was charged with the electricity of their shared desire. They didn’t bother with pleasantries or small talk; the hunger between them was too palpable. Tanzeer's hands found Tarannum's waist, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pulled her closer, their mouths colliding in a fiery kiss that spoke of lust and yearning.

Their salwar suits fell away like leaves in the wind, revealing the bodies they had kept hidden beneath the near-modest attire of respectable teachers. Tanzeer’s kameez slid down her arms, exposing her full, firm breasts and the dark areolae that seemed to beckon for attention. Tarannum’s eyes greedily took in the sight of her friend’s nakedness, her own hands moving to unhook her own bra, letting her breasts fall free. Their panties were the next to go, pooling at their feet like discarded secrets.

Now, only their sandals remained, a stark contrast to their bare skin. Tarannum’s chocolate-brown sandals with slender five-inch pencil heels and crisscrossing straps across the front of her feet near the toes, made her legs appear endless, the arch of her foot accentuated by the delicate leather that hugged her toes. Tanzeer’s maroon sandals were equally enticing, their five-inch heels making her stand tall and proud, the single strap across her toes drawing the eye to the delicate curve of her arch. The click-clack of their heels on the tiles as they moved closer to each other was a symphony of seduction, echoing through the quiet house.

Their kiss grew more intense, their tongues dancing in a wild tango of desire. Tarannum’s hand snaked down Tanzeer’s back, tracing the curve of her waist before settling on her firm, round ass. She squeezed, pulling her friend closer, her other hand cupping a full breast, her thumb flicking the erect nipple. Tanzeer moaned into the kiss, her own hands roaming Tarannum’s body, exploring every inch of her curves. The sound of their moans and the slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, a testament to their passion.

After a few minutes of kissing, they pulled away, their breaths quick and uneven, their chests heaving. They stared at each other, their eyes smoldering with need. Tarannum broke the silence with a low chuckle. "It's been couple of weeks, my dear," she murmured, her hand sliding down Tanzeer's side to grip her hip firmly. "Let's not waste any more time."

With a sultry grace that belied her urgency, Tarannum cat-walked naked in her sandals to the kitchen, her hips swaying with the allure of a seasoned seductress. The sound of her heels on the marble floor was a tantalizing rhythm that seemed to echo through the otherwise quiet house. She opened the wooden cabinet with a flourish, revealing a treasure trove of alcohol. Her eyes gleamed as they fell upon the untouched bottle of Jack Daniels, a shimmering jewel in the sea of liquor bottles. She grabbed two crystal glasses with a practiced ease and returned to the living room, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step.

Tanzeer watched her friend's every move, her own arousal mounting as she lit two Gold Flake Kings cigarettes. She passed one to Tarannum, their fingers brushing against each other's in a silent promise of the pleasure to come. They took a drag in unison, the smoke curling around their heads like a veil of secrecy, and exhaled through their nostrils, creating a sensual fog that seemed to thicken the air.

Tarannum removed the seal of the Jack Daniels bottle with a pop, filling the glasses with the amber liquid. She handed one to Tanzeer, their fingers brushing against the cool crystal. They clinked their glasses together, the sound echoing through the room, and took a sip, the whiskey leaving a warm trail down their throats. Naked but for their sandals, they settled onto the plush couch, their legs entwined. The smoky scent of the cigarettes mixed with the sweetness of the whiskey, creating an intoxicating blend that filled the air as they took deep drags, exhaling plumes of smoke that danced around them.

The nakedness did not bother them at all; in fact, it was as natural as breathing. Their friendship had evolved over the years, transcending the boundaries of mere friendship. They had shared so much, including their darkest desires and deepest secrets. Their bodies were an open book, a canvas of lust that knew no shame. If the world outside was not governed by the archaic laws of society, they would have paraded their bare forms through the streets of Indore, flaunting their beauty and sexuality without a care in the world.

Tanzeer took a deep sip of the whiskey, savoring the sweet and smoky taste that danced on her tongue. "Jack Daniels, eh?" she said, her voice thick with desire. "MashalIah… this shit’s the bomb yaar!” her eyes shining with appreciation as she took another swig of the Jack Daniels.

Tarannum chuckled, her own glass clutched firmly in her hand. "It's got that sweet and smoky kick that gets me every time," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And tonight, my love, we're going to make sure we empty this bottle."

They both took a hearty swig, the whiskey burning a fiery path down their throats. They giggled like collegegirls, the sound bouncing off the walls of Tarannum’s tastefully decorated living room. The golden liquid warmed their bellies and loosened their inhibitions, setting the stage for the evening's decadent performance.

"Fuck, I've missed this shit," Tanzeer said, her tongue thick with the flavor of whiskey and desire. She took another drag of her cigarette, her eyes never leaving Tarannum's. "Where's the fucking ganja and safed powder yaar… You said you had it stocked up."

Tarannum chuckled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Patience, meri jaan," she cooed, her hand running down her own naked thigh. "The goods are in my bedroom, but let's not rush. After all, we've got all night, and Ajay won't be here for another hour." She took a leisurely drag of her cigarette, the tip glowing brightly in the dimming light of the afternoon.

Tanzeer nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She tossed back the whiskey in one gulp, feeling the warmth spread through her body like wildfire. Setting the empty glass down on the coffee table with a clink, she leaned over to refill it, her breasts swaying gently with the movement. She sat back down on the couch, one knee bent and her sandal-covered foot resting on the plush cushion beneath her other thigh. The leather of her maroon sandal was warm against her skin, the high heel digging into the soft fabric.

Tanzeer leaned back into the plush couch cushions, her eyes glazed with lust as she took another deep drag from her cigarette. "Fuck, Tarannum," she exhaled, the smoke swirling around her head. "I wish we could keep that behen ka lund Ajay, with us all night." Her voice was a low purr, the words slipping out like a sultry confession.

Tarannum's smile grew wistful as she scooted closer to her friend, her sandal-covered toes brushing against Tanzeer's bare leg. "I know, meri jaan" she sighed, her hand caressing the soft skin of Tanzeer's thigh. "But what would we tell his parents? That we need him for some 'extra-credit' math lessons that require him to stay over?"

Tanzeer laughed, the sound a bit too loud for the quiet room. "Yeah, right," she said, rolling her eyes. "But wouldn't that be the ultimate fantasy?" She took a sip of her whiskey, the liquid leaving a warm trail down her throat as she swallowed. "I'm dying to have that boy all to ourselves for more than just a few stolen hours."

[ShakirAli]

Wow…. Hot update…. Der aaye, durust aaye!

[royarnab26]

Amazing update... Really loved your way of writing miss. Appreciations, ??

[rohitkapoor]

Sizzling update!

[ShaziaMirza]

السلام علیکم زرّین۔

آج کافی دن کے بعد اس ویب سائٹ پہ آئی ہوں۔ دراصل عمرہ کرنے گئی ہوئی تھی۔

اب واپس روٹین میں آ رہی ہوں۔

تمہارے پوسٹ کیے ہوئے دونوں نئے اپڈیٹ پڑھے۔ یار مزہ آ گیا پڑھ کر۔
ترنم اور تنضیر کی اجے كے ساتھ چدائی كے نئے نئے قصے پڑھ کر اتنا مزہ آیا کی میری چوت نے کئی دفعہ پانی چھوڑا 
میرے ڈِلڈو کی بیٹری بھی ختم ہو گئی 

[Saj890]

Very good

[ArfaS]

کمال کا اپڈیٹ دیا ہے زرّین یار… مزہ آ گیا

ایسا لگ رہا ہے کی تنضیر اور ترنم کی گرما گرم لیسبیئن چدائی ہونے والی ہے

[ArfaS]

السلام علیکم زرّین۔

آج کافی دن کے بعد اس ویب سائٹ پہ آئی ہوں۔ دراصل عمرہ کرنے گئی ہوئی تھی۔
اب واپس روٹین میں آ رہی ہوں۔

تمہارے پوسٹ کیے ہوئے دونوں نئے اپڈیٹ پڑھے۔ یار مزہ آ گیا پڑھ کر۔
ترنم اور تنضیر کی اجے كے ساتھ چدائی كے نئے نئے قصے پڑھ کر اتنا مزہ آیا کی میری چوت نے کئی دفعہ پانی چھوڑا 
میرے ڈِلڈو کی بیٹری بھی ختم ہو گئی 

   :) میری چوت بھی خوب پانی چھوڑتی ہے . تم کیا استعمال کرتی ہو شازیہ ؟

[ARJos]

Awesome update!

[ARJos]

   :) میری چوت بھی خوب پانی چھوڑتی ہے . تم کیا استعمال کرتی ہو شازیہ ؟

Could you please post comments in English. This is English Stories section.

[Saj890]

Update?

[ARJos]

Exactly one year today, since you started this great story…. Happy Anniversary 

Please do not discontinue the story… please continue

[Sahil.A]

Happy Thread Anniversary  clp);
yr):

[Sahil.A]

Awesome Update (24)… can’t wait for next.


By the way, 24 updates in a year which is 2 superb updates per month… not bad Zareen ji! Hoping this story will run for very long time!

[ZareenK]

Wow…. Hot update…. Der aaye, durust aaye!

Thank you

[ZareenK]

Amazing update... Really loved your way of writing miss. Appreciations, ??

Thank you

[ZareenK]

Sizzling update!

Thank you

[ZareenK]

Could you please post comments in English. This is English Stories section.

Hey Arjos, this is just a girl-talk 

[ZareenK]

Update?

Next update is in the works… coming soon!