Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Rakul1985]

Gautam: Ask what you want?

In that intoxication, only one thing came to Geeta's mind.

Looking down, she said, "I want Bharat."

Gautam was lost in thought/distress.

Gautam: What?

She kissed him.

Geeta: Umm.... I want to fuck him, darling.



I planned to update on Sunday, but suddenly an issue started with my neighbour regarding land division. Very disturbed and distress by fighting. Please understand my situation, the issue is escalating to legal procedures, we did a status quo injection with advocate. 

Will update whenever possible.

She will have 3 some with student? Why is she hesitating with Shiva then ?

[Ananthukutty]

Let bharat fuck her brains out and the worthless husband lick and clean her flowing pussy after that.
Let bharat make her mom and the worthless husband give his initials(last name) to the child born to another man.

[Chennai Veeran]

If gautam really love his wife, he should give her divorce and she should marry bharat. because, every time she gets horny she cannot go for another man.

[snowy69]

Update bro..

[Kore shivkant]

Waiting for the next update harah bro???????

[Haran000]

Hai everyone, hope all doing fine. My problem still not solved, however, I’ll try to update soon.

[Kore shivkant]

Hai everyone, hope all doing fine. My problem still not solved, however, I’ll try to update soon.

Your problem will solve quickly bro....don't worry.......and welcome back.... waiting for your update.....

[venkygeethu]

Dont worry bro everything will be fine just relax and leave everything to God HE is there to save us and thanks for deciding to continue really happy it may even change your mind and keep you forget from worries and your update and wishes from readers will surely eradicate your problems

[GodNika]

Waiting for update.

[Haran000]

I’ll update in next 1 hour. Stay Tuned.

[Haran000]

Please wait the English translation has some mistakes. I’m correcting now.

[Haran000]

20. Niagara

The Niagara River roared before them, a torrent of milky white water thundering over the edge, sending up clouds of mist that caught the sunlight and fractured it into a fragile rainbow. The air itself seemed alive—cool, damp, vibrating with the endless song of the falls.





Bharat stood at the railing, fingers curled tight around the cold metal, eyes wide like a child’s. He had seen waterfalls once before, years ago on a college trip, but memory had not prepared him for this: the sheer, reckless power of Niagara, the way the earth seemed to shake under the water’s weight. His heart raced with something close to reverence.

“There you are,” Geetha’s voice cut through the roar. She and Gautam appeared at his side, wind tugging at their clothes. “Don’t just vanish like that. This isn’t Hyderabad; you’ll get lost.”

Bharat grinned. “You were coming anyway.”

Gautam laughed easily. “He’s not a kid.”

“I know, I know,” she said, but her hand found the railing as if anchoring herself. “It just feels… different here.”

Bharat swept an arm toward the falls. “Different? Miss, look at this! I never thought I’d stand here in real life. Only in photos.”

Geetha’s answering smile was soft, almost shy. In the pale Canadian sun, her skin took on a silvery glow, and Gautam, standing just behind her, slipped his arms around her waist. He bent, rubbing his chin against the cool silk of her cheek. She tilted her head, brushing a kiss along his jaw, eyes still fixed on the waterfall.

Click.

Bharat had stolen her phone and snapped the moment.

Geetha spun, cheeks flaming. “Bharat!”

“What?” He was all innocence. “You come to Niagara and don’t take couple photos?.”

“Not of that,” she hissed.

Gautam’s hands settled on her hips, pulling her gently back against him. He pressed a slow kiss to the curve of her neck. Bharat clicked again.

Geetha swatted at the air. “Stop it!”

Gautam’s voice was warm against her ear. “Relax. It’s our phone. We’ll delete them later.”

Bharat’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Sir, just once—proper lip kiss, falls in the background. Come on, it’s iconic.”

Geetha snatched the phone. “Have you no shame? People here might do that, but we don’t.”

Gautam turned her chin toward him, thumb brushing her lower lip. “I like his idea.”

“No,” she whispered, but it lacked force.

“No one knows us here, Geetha,” Bharat teased.

Gautam didn’t wait. He cupped her face and kissed her—slow, deliberate, claiming. The shutter clicked again. When they parted, Geetha’s laugh was breathless; she pushed lightly at Gautam’s chest, then turned back to the falls, hiding her blush behind a curtain of hair.

“You two,” she muttered, “no shame at all.”

They lingered, taking ordinary photos after that—arms around shoulders, wind whipping hair across faces, the falls a constant roar behind them. Below, the Maid of the Mist boats cut white wakes through the churning river.




Bharat bounced on his toes. “We have to do the boat. Like the paddle boats by the Buddha statue, but a thousand times better.”

“We’ll get soaked,” Geetha protested.

“They give raincoats,” Gautam said.

“And then we’ll have to change, and might catch a cold—”

Bharat caught her hands, swinging them playfully. “Please, Miss. We have luggage. Hotel’s ten minutes away.”

Gautam ruffled Bharat’s hair. “Coffee first. Then boat.”

He headed toward the café. The moment he was out of sight, Bharat’s arms slid around Geetha from behind.

She stiffened. “Bharat—people.”

“No one’s looking.” His palm slipped beneath the hem of her T-shirt, fingers splaying over warm skin. “At home your sweat runs down your waist in the kitchen just like this waterfall.”

Goosebumps rose under his touch. “Take your hand out,” she whispered, but didn’t move away.



He nosed aside her hair, lips grazing the nape of her neck. “One kiss. Like he got.”

“You’re impossible.” Still, her head tilted, granting access.

His mouth found the soft spot below her ear; teeth grazed lightly. A family nearby shifted farther down the railing.

Geetha exhaled shakily. “He gave permission last night, not a free pass in public.”

Bharat turned her to face him, hands framing her waist. “When we got back to the room—he was asleep, right? He didn’t ask anything.”

Her eyes flicked up, dark and conflicted. “I was terrified. Don’t you understand limits?”

“I understand you always give in when I ask,” he said softly.

Color flooded her face. “It’s too much. Three times in one day—I’ve never… not even with him.”

His thumbs traced small circles through the fabric. “Tell me, what’s the problem?”

“My back is killing me,” she admitted in a rush. “You took me on the floor last night like the world was ending. No blanket, no pillow, nothing. I haven’t had a proper breath all day.”

Remorse flickered across his face. He brushed a kiss to her cheek. “I’m sorry. Tonight I’ll massage it properly.”

Her laugh was half a groan. “Touch me there again and I’ll feel something very different from pain.”

“Promise?” He grinned.

She pinched his side hard. “You’re sleeping alone tonight, understand? 

“Birthday night is for your husband,” he teased.

The word birthday made her mouth droop. Gautam still hadn’t remembered.

Geetha: What kind of a birthday is this? Look, he hasn't wished me yet. Maybe he forgot.

Bharat: Oh, really... Oh my, is the teacher angry at Sir?
Geetha: Hmm...

The two stopped talking when Gautam arrived.

He gave Geetha a coffee and Bharat a tin of hot chocolate.

Bharat: Sir, can I kiss Miss?

Gautam: You can.... he replied with an easy smile.

Geetha sipped her cup. Bharat sipped his hot chocolate.
As she raised her eyelids to look at Bharat, he suddenly kissed her on the lips.

Gautam laughed watching them.

Though Geetha was initially stunned, she liked the taste of chocolate on his lips, accepted it, and joined her tongue. 

The two passionately sucked on each other's lips, oblivious to the world.

Gautam's surprise knew no bounds. He realized at that moment how much Geetha loved Bharat's kiss.

Unable to watch it with his own eyes, he turned his face away.

Noticing that Gautam had turned his face away, Bharat took a step back, breaking the kiss and leaving her lips.
Geetha stood silently, looking at the waterfall.

The murmurs of the surrounding crowd and the sound of the cascading waterfall created a peaceful music.

Gautam returned then, balancing coffees and a tin of hot chocolate. Bharat released her instantly.

“Hot chocolate for the kid,” Gautam said, handing it over.

Bharat took a sip, then—before Geetha could react—leaned in and kissed her squarely on the mouth. Chocolate, sweet and warm, passed between them. She froze for half a heartbeat, then melted, tongue sliding against his, hands rising to grip his shoulders.

Gautam’s smile faltered. Something sharp twisted behind his ribs as he watched his wife respond—really respond—to an eighteen-year-old boy. The roar of the falls filled his ears like blood.

Bharat pulled back first, breathless. Geetha stared at the water, lips swollen, saying nothing.

They drank in silence until Geetha’s phone buzzed—a video call from Chandana and Vandana.

As soon as the call was accepted, Chandana and Vandana wished her at the same time, "Happy Birthday Geetha Miss."

Geetha: Thanks to both of you.

Vandana: Miss, Bharat has taken you to give him a party. What about us?

Laughing, Geetha: I’ll give you one too when I come there.
Geetha looked at Gautam, who was right next to her.

Chandu: Miss, is that your husband?

Geetha: Yes, she said... and turned the selfie camera towards Gautam.

Gautam waved his hand and said hi.

Chandana: Hi Uncle.
Vandana: Hi Sir.

They both said at the same time.

They laughed at the word "Uncle."

Gautam: It's alright. Are you enjoying your holidays?

Chandu: We also came for a tour of Maharashtra.

Geetha: Oh, with whom?

Vandana: Family, Miss.

Bharat was quietly listening to their conversation.

Vandana: Show us Bharat, Miss.

Geetha: Here, talk to him.

Vandana: Hey, how are you?

Bharat: I'm good. When did you go to Maharashtra?

Vandana: This morning. We planned to go to Shirdi as well.

Bharat: Oh...

Gautam: By the way, who among the two of you is our Bharat's girlfriend? ... he asked.

At Gautam's question, both felt shy and chuckled softly.

Geetha: It's not one; it's both of them.

Gautam: Wow... one boyfriend for both sisters?

Vandana: Hahaha...

Chandu: He is my boyfriend.

Gautam: Oh...

Vandana: No, he is my boyfriend.

Geetha laughed.

Bharat: Stop it... he said, pouting.

Gautam: Just joking.

Geetha: She took the phone and showed the waterfall to both of them.

Chandu: Wow, Miss... are you near Niagara Falls?

Geetha: Yes.

Chandu: Of course, you like Bharat a lot.

Geetha: Hey, shush... she signaled.

Chandu: Oops...

Bharat snatched the phone and walked away.

Gautam: Did he only romance with you or with them too?

Geetha: Hey, why does that matter to you?

Gautam: I just asked.

The people around them slowly cleared out.

Noticing that no one was nearby, Gautam held Geetha tightly by the waist and pulled her close.

Geetha was surprised by the sudden embrace and looked directly at Gautam, not understanding.

He bent his neck and kissed her lips.

Gautam: Happy Birthday, sweety.

Smiling, she said, "Thanks."

Gautam was looking at her intoxicatingly.

She held her husband's head and took his lips again.

Gautam: What gift should I give you?

Geetha: I don't want anything.

Gautam: Ask for whatever you want.

In that intoxication, only one thought came to Geetha's mind.

She lowered her gaze and said, "I want Bharat," trembling slightly.

Gautam was lost in thought.

Gautam: What? ...he looked at her, confused.

She kissed him. Although her lips were trembling anxiously beneath her husband's, she gathered the courage to state her intention clearly.

Geetha: I want him. I want to fuck him... I've done it.

He released her waist. He was stunned and silently looked at Geetha, then turned to look at Bharat, who was talking on the phone in the distance.

Geetha's lips were trembling, and her hands, unable to stay still, squeezed Gautam's shoulders.

Geetha: I made a mistake... won't you forgive me, please...

Gautam: What are you asking for?... and suddenly, in anger, he slapped her cheek.

Geetha's eyes filled with tears. She hugged him tightly.

Geetha: Forgive me... I hid something. I'm afraid that you'll find out. I can't bear to hide it from you.

Gautam: Gone that far?

Geetha: Please, darling. I want Bharat. Scold me, hit me, but you must understand. I told you beforehand because I was afraid of how angry you would be if you found out.
He held her face and lifted it up.

They looked into each other's eyes, and he wiped Geetha's cheeks.

He tightly embraced his wife and kissed her on the forehead.

Holding her face in his palms and looking her in the eyes, Gautam said: I had this suspicion when you told me you made Bharat sleep beside you.

Geetha: If you are angry, hit me, scold me; I will bear it.

Gautam: What's the use of scolding now, you did the same as me. I couldn't stay with you, could I?

She put a finger on Gautam's mouth and stopped him.

Geetha: Don't say that.

He slapped her cheek again and laughed.

Gautam: Shameless woman.

Geetha: So, you agree?

Gautam: Would I say no if you ask?

Geetha: Really?

Gautam: I won't stop you. All this is normal nowadays.

Geetha: Oh... I was afraid of what you would say... she said affectionately.

Gautam: Why be afraid now when you weren't afraid before you did it?

She kissed his lips.

Bharat cut the call and looked at them, finding the two of them fighting with their tongues (deep kissing).

He approached them and, laughing, Bharat: Should I talk on the phone for a little longer?

Hearing his words, they stopped kissing.

Looking at Bharat's face, Gautam's thoughts were troubled. The fact that this eighteen-year-old boy had fucked his beautiful wife began to be forcibly digested, surrendering to the circumstances.

Bharat: Miss, the tenth-grade results are supposedly on the 27th.

Geetha: Is that so?

Gautam remained silent.

Bharat: Miss, what will you give me if I get a 10 GPA?... saying this, he hugged her.

Geetha: Whatever you ask for.

Saying this, Geetha saw that Gautam's face lacked a smile and she detached herself from Bharat.

Afterward, the three of them took a ticket for the "Melody of the Mist" boating, put on the raincoats given by the boating officials, and went boating near the falls.

Although they were getting wet in the Niagara spray, their clothes didn't get too wet because of the raincoats.




While Bharat was very enthusiastic, Geetha and Gautam kept looking into each other's eyes, starting to feel some sorrow.

Even though Gautam had agreed to what Geetha said, a small sadness couldn't help but sprout in a corner of his heart.

[Haran000]

Leaving the river and the mist of the Falls behind, the three of them stepped onto the main thoroughfare. The change in atmosphere was instant and electrifying. The streets of Niagara were a riot of sound and color, a carnival that never slept. Shops spilled out onto the pavements, neon signs flashed, and the air buzzed with the chatter of tourists. Arcade stalls and bustling restaurants lined the road, creating a densely packed, exhilarating experience.

Right beside them, the vibrant, chaotic wonderland of Clifton Hill demanded attention. Go-kart racing tracks spiraled and curved, a dedicated play area offered endless distractions for kids, and a massive, fiberglass dinosaur model stood guard over the fun. Dominating the skyline, however, was the SkyWheel, a giant observation wheel whose cars moved in slow, constant rotation, pulling riders high above the city.

Geetha and Bharat both looked up, their eyes following the ascending cabins.

"Miss, we once rode a giant wheel at an exhibition," Bharat remarked, craning his neck. "But this one is much, much taller than that."

"Yes," Geetha agreed, shielding her eyes. "It looks like this thing runs all the time."

"Tourists keep pouring in, so why wouldn't it?" Bharat shrugged.

Geetha sighed, a look of delightful overwhelm on her face. "It feels like one day wouldn't even be enough to see all of this."

Gautam, who had been observing the scene with a wry smile, chimed in. "Exactly. We only came for a single day. Yet some people book four or five-day vacations just for the Falls, and many come here for their honeymoon."

Bharat's eyes twinkled with mischief. "If I wasn't here, it would've seemed like the two of you were on your honeymoon, Sir," he quipped, ducking slightly as Geetha swiftly gave his arm a gentle but firm pinch.

Gautam played along. "Do you want to test that theory? I'll book your flight from here for tomorrow morning, straight back to India. Then we can have our honeymoon."

Geetha laughed, a genuine, warm sound. "Will you actually go?"

"Uh-uh, no way," Bharat immediately shook his head.

Gautam chuckled. "Hahaha."

In that moment, a different sight caught Bharat’s eye: the dazzling entrance of the Canadian Midway Casino. A massive sign advertised arcade games, lighting up the road with a promise of electronic thrills.



"Sir, can we go inside that? Let’s kill some time," Bharat requested eagerly.

Gautam pointed a finger high up and across the street, drawing their attention to the slender, soaring structure that pierced the sky—the Skylon Tower. "I was thinking we should climb that tower first."

Bharat and Geetha followed his gaze. The tower was an elevator to the heavens, breathtaking in its vertical ambition.

"Wow, that's super!" Bharat exclaimed. "If we climb up there, we can see the whole area, Sir."



"We can," Gautam confirmed. "We'll get the best view of the waterfalls from there."

"But let's hit the casino first," Bharat insisted. "We can save the Tower for last, and then go straight to the hotel from there. Why come back this way?"

"Fine," Gautam conceded. "That plan works well enough."

Geetha, caught between the two men's enthusiasm, found herself unable to object. Giving in to the arcade's siren call, the three of them entered the casino complex.

The interior was a blast of noise, flashing lights, and digitized sound. Electronic gaming machines lined the halls, interspersed with vending machines dispensing energy drinks and snacks.



At a central counter, a tall Caucasian man with a neatly trimmed brown beard and a blue cap was handling transactions. Gautam and Bharat made their way toward him.

Gautam placed a crisp Canadian dollar note on the counter. "One hundred dollars," he stated.

The attendant took the money and asked, "Five (5) or Ten (10), Sir?"

"Ten," Gautam replied.

The man quickly counted out ten metallic token coins, each representing ten dollars in value. "You can use these for any game. If you need to change the valuation or cash them out, just come back to the counter."

"Okay, thank you."

Gautam handed the entire stack of coins to Bharat. "Have fun."

As the three of them walked slowly through the rows of flashing machines, Bharat turned the coins over in his hand, his eyes scanning for the perfect game. To Geetha, the entire scene was completely new. She had never been to an arcade station this massive, this packed with games.

A few young men were already hunched over various machines, their faces lit by the glowing screens, absorbed entirely in the digital world.


Bharath's eyes lit up as he spotted a Tekken arcade machine gleaming under the neon lights. A familiar grin stretched across his face.

"A Tekken machine!" he chuckled, making a beeline for it.

He settled onto the worn stool and, with a nostalgic clink, dropped a token into the coin slot. The machine roared to life with the iconic opening sounds.

Geetha, unable to resist the pull of his boyish enthusiasm, dbangd an arm over his shoulder, leaning in to watch.

"I can't believe how long it’s been since I played this," Gautham mused, watching them. "Back in Karimnagar, on the way to Srinivas Cinema Theatre, there was this little PlayStation shop. We used to drop five rupees and play for hours."

"I used to hog the controller at Kaushik’s place," Bharath said, his gaze fixed on the screen.
Geetha simply hummed.

"Have you ever played, Miss?" Bharath asked, glancing up at her.

"Uh-uh," she shook her head. "I never got into these things. We didn't have arcades in my village."

"Oh," Bharath replied, a hint of surprise in his voice.

The first round was a decisive victory for Bharath over Kazuya. As the second round began, Gautham moved away to check a notification on his phone. In that brief moment, Geetha's hand, still resting on Bharath's shoulder, slipped beneath the hem of his T-shirt, playfully and deliberately tracing a warm path up and down his back.

"Miss, stop distracting me," he whispered, feigning annoyance.

While the screen echoed with the sound of digital punches—dishoom dishoom—Geetha leaned down, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck. Bharath’s concentration shattered. Distracted by the unexpected intimacy, he lost control and was swiftly defeated by Jin.

"Ah! Miss! Why did you do that, sh..."

Geetha’s laughter was bright and unapologetic. "Ha-ha! How many times do you do this to me when I'm cooking? You’re such a puppy, you never listen when I say no."

He twisted his neck back, his eyes sparkling with a wicked invitation. "Tell me if you’re in the mood. We can make out in the restrooms."

"Ugh… you naughty boy…." she muttered, turning away with a flush of embarrassed excitement.

"Do you want to play now, Miss?" he offered.

"No, I don’t know how."

"Come on, it would be fun for you to play instead of just standing there."

"You go on, I’m fine," she insisted.

Accepting defeat for now, Bharath stood up, letting the game go.

Gautham returned. "What happened? Done already?"

"I lost," Bharath admitted.

"Too bad. Try a racing game then. You might like that better."

"Yeah, let’s see."

"Come on," Gautham said, taking Geetha's hand. "Let's check out the whole place."

As the three walked, they noticed a row of racing units: motorbikes facing large gaming screens. Bharath gravitated towards them instantly. He straddled one bike, and Gautham mounted the one next to it.



Geetha let out a soft, amused giggle.

"What are you laughing at?" Gautham asked, raising an eyebrow with a playful, knowing look.

"Just… are uncles allowed to play these?" she teased.

"Hey!" Gautham lightly tapped her arm.

"Come on, Miss, you play too," Bharath urged.

"No, I don't think so…"

She settled her handbag over her shoulder and stood between the two bikes.

It was an opportunity too good for Bharath's quick and mischievous mind to pass up.

He dismounted. "Miss, come on, get on," he said, holding out a hand to her.

"No, really."

"Come on, we’ll play together." He took her hand and led her to his bike.

Geetha glanced at Gautham, who simply watched without interfering.

"Get on, Miss. I’ll sit behind you. We’ll play as a team."

Geetha finally conceded. She swung her leg over the seat. As she settled, Bharath climbed on behind her, his arms resting casually on her shoulders. His chest pressed against her back, instantly igniting a slow, deliberate warmth.

Gautham couldn't miss the closeness.

But Bharath, emboldened, gave no thought to Gautham's presence. He buried his face in her neck and, hidden from Gautham’s view, kissed her right cheek. Geetha gave a discreet little shimmy of her shoulder in playful protest.

Bharath dropped a coin in and unlocked the game, followed by Gautham.

Geetha’s right side was now completely obscured from Gautham’s sight.

"Miss, we’ll do it like this," Bharath said loudly, holding the handle with his left hand. "You hold it with your right, and I'll hold the other side."

She followed his instruction, gripping the handle with her right hand.

In the same breath, Bharath’s right hand slipped under her top and firmly squeezed her waist. Geetha gasped, a small, choked "Mm…" escaping her lips as she swallowed her breath, her body momentarily spiking with heat.

"Be quiet, Miss, I'll take care of it," he whispered into her ear.

She twisted her neck slightly to the right, a flustered look on her face. "Don't, dear," she hissed softly.

He ignored her, kissing her neck as he squeezed her waist again.

"Shh… the game is starting, Miss. Don't talk."

She could only squeeze the handle in response.

He moved his hand deeper and higher, under her clothing, and found her right boob, cupping it firmly. Geetha’s eyes widened in stunned surprise. She tried to wriggle away in a sudden panic.

"Just listen to me without talking," Bharath commanded quietly.

"Mm-hmm…"

The starting music of the game effectively masked their intimate whispers from Gautham. Gautham glanced over.

Bharath gave him a small, innocent smile. "Sir, I'm going to make Miss score higher than you."

"Oh, really? We'll see," Gautham challenged.

Geetha managed an awkward smile.

"Miss, give it some gas, the accelerator..." Bharath said loudly, then added in a low voice, "Come to my room again tonight."

Geetha’s panic intensified, and she didn't respond, only increasing the bike's acceleration. Bharath controlled the turning.

"Are you coming?" he pressed.

Still no answer.

This time, he squeezed her boob. "Tell me?"

"Mm…" she nodded, simultaneously increasing the race speed.

"Slow down, Miss!" Bharath shouted.

She eased off the throttle.

Gautham was now fully focused on his own race, concentrating hard.

"We'll cut the cake," Bharath murmured, his voice husky, "and I’ll smear it on your boobs and lick it off…" He licked her earlobe languidly.

Geetha's internal turmoil mounted. Pressed against Bharath, his kisses and the heat from his body sent a passionate tremor through her.

His hand never stopped moving beneath her shirt, kneading and softly squeezing her breast.

"Stop…" she managed to groan in a thin whisper.

"Shh, don't talk… Sir will get suspicious." He kissed her neck, all while expertly controlling the bike.

"I’m sorry about the waist pain. We'll do it on the bed tonight. We’ll do whatever you want."
Geetha could only nod, words failing her.

"Miss, your scent… and squeezing you like this, I just can’t control myself, even with Gautham sir right here."

Geetha instinctively sped up again.

"Slow down, Miss," Bharath said, turning the bike right with his left hand, and then he bit and tugged her earlobe.

Geetha bit back a sound, her grip weakening. Bharath controlled the bike with one hand, passing level lines in the game, and played with her breast with his right.

"Don't squeeze so hard," she breathed.

"It’s so hot inside. Don’t worry, we won't get caught."

"Stop it."

" I just wanted to be like this for a little while."

"A little while, you say… Mmm… You get me all heated up, and then you stop."

"Should I squeeze the other boob, then?"

"No-uh, no, he might see."

Bharath finished round 1 in third place. Gautham took first.

When Gautham looked over, Bharath quickly stopped and spoke.

"Second round, Sir! If I win this one, you have to buy me something."

"Okay," Gautham agreed.

The second round began with another coin drop.

"If I win this round, I'm going to ask Sir to buy us condoms for tonight," Bharath murmured.
Geetha instinctively slapped the back of his head. Gautham didn't notice, his attention fixed on the screen.

"Sorry, I forgot he doesn't know about that," Bharath whispered.

"Mm-hmm."

He bit and licked the back of her neck while steering the bike. Geetha, now totally under his spell, felt herself dissolving into his control.

She let go of the handle and took Bharath’s hand, guiding it from her chest down to her waist. Bharath probed her navel and then slid his fingers beneath her pants.
"Miss, is this okay?" he asked drowsily.

"Mm-hmm…"

"Never mind, you'll moan…" he said, intentionally teasing her, withdrawing his hand.
Geetha stood mute, unsure how to react to the mix of desire and public exposure. Bharath focused on the game, his hand resting securely on her waist.

Despite his best effort, he managed only second place, missing the top spot. Geetha laughed softly. Gautham came in third.

Bharath got off the bike.

"Sir, why don't you and Miss play together now? I’ll play single in your place."

"Sure," Gautham replied.

They swapped positions. Gautham climbed on behind Geetha and playfully pinched her waist.

"Ah!" Geetha cried out.

"What happened, Miss?" Bharath laughed.

"Nothing," she quickly said.

Gautham smiled and dropped a coin for the third round. He made her hold the handles with both hands, steering the race, and kissed her left ear.

Just when she thought Gautham wouldn't escalate the heat Bharath had generated, Gautham bit her neck with another kiss.

"Why is there spit on your neck?" Gautham asked.

"He must have put it there," Geetha mumbled.

Gautham pinched her hand. Bharath, playing his single-player game, looked over but pretended not to notice.

Gautham, controlling the handle, expertly overtook bikes in the race. Bharath, increasing his bike’s speed, overtook the fourth-place player.

"Sir, let's go shopping too. I want to buy a gift for Miss," Bharath suggested.
"Oh, what are you planning to buy?"

"Just something."

"Where will you get the money, dear?" Geetha asked.

"You give it to me."

"You'll buy me a gift with my own money?"

"Once I give the gift, it’s not your money anymore," Bharath countered.

"Ha-ha, true," Gautham conceded.

Geetha, watching the game, said, "Don't bother, dear. We don't need gifts between us."

The race timer appeared on the screen, counting down from 10 to 1. Both men concentrated fiercely to finish the final round. Bharath took second rank, and Gautham finished third. They both missed the bonus again.

Geetha dismounted the bike, slinging her handbag over her shoulder. "Enough playing. Let's go," she said.

The desire to go outside was instantly eclipsed by the captivating sight of the spinning roulette tables. Two people were already immersed in the game at a nearby table, and the hypnotic rhythm of the wheel immediately snagged their attention.





A mischievous glint entered Bharat’s eye. He pointed a finger toward the tables. “Sir, let’s play that. If we win some profit, I can buy a gift with that money.”

The suggestion brought the three to a halt. Gautam looked at Geetha, a silent question in his gesture—was she game?

“Enough, my dear,” Geetha said, shaking her head gently.

“Just this one,” Bharat pleaded.

Gautam relented with an indulgent smile. “Okay, let’s go.”



As they approached the velvet rope, a cheerful attendant welcomed them. Gautam engaged him in a quick conversation, inquiring about the chip exchange. While Geetha’s gaze was fixed entirely on Bharat, Gautam excused himself and headed to the exchange counter for more coins.

Geetha put a hand on Bharat’s shoulder, her tone earnest. “Is this game necessary? What gift will you buy?”

“If I tell you beforehand, how will it be a gift?” Bharat replied, his eyes dancing. “And let me tell you one more thing, now I will place a bet with Sir…” He let out a playful, mischievous laugh, the sound bubbling with hidden meaning.

The attendant nearby, who hadn't understood their Telugu exchange, offered a slight, polite smile. The single, universally understood word, 'bet,' had clearly registered.
Geetha raised her eyebrows, a mix of curiosity and mild irritation in her expression. “A bet about what?”

“I’ll tell you when Sir comes back.”

“Tell me…” she insisted, punctuating the word with a sharp pinch to his arm.
“Ouch!” Bharat winced dramatically. “Don’t keep pinching me, Miss. I’m warning you, I won’t tolerate it if you pinch me again.”

She pinched him again, her eyes narrowing. “What, are you getting over-confident? What will you do, dear?”

Bharat didn't flinch this time. He moved closer, his gaze locking with hers, a sudden, unnerving arrogance flashing in his eyes. His voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur, cutting through the background noise of the casino. “Not now, I’ll tell you what I’ll do to you when you are without clothes. I won’t even spare you because you’re a teacher.”

Geetha was momentarily stunned, a slight confusion clouding her face. The proximity, the unexpected bluntness of his statement, and the dark promise in his tone made her heart stumble. She couldn't begin to imagine what he was actually capable of.

“Move away,” she whispered, glancing nervously toward the counter. “He is watching.”
Bharat took a measured step back, a satisfied smirk curving his lips.

Just as Gautam was returning, holding a small stack of chips, Bharat quickly seized Geetha's hand and pulled her to stop directly in front of Gautam.

“What happened?” Gautam asked, surprised by the abrupt action. “Why did you come here?”

“Sir, shall we make a bet, the two of us?” Bharat proposed, his energy crackling.
“What bet?”

Bharat glanced at the roulette table, a plan clearly forming in his mind, while Geetha vigorously shook her head at Gautam, signaling him to refuse.

“Sir, how many coins do you have now?”

“Thinking less is better, I only took fifty dollars,” Gautam replied. “I have fifty-one dollars remaining from the first ones.”

“Then let’s do one thing,” Bharat said, his voice rising with excitement. “You with fifty and I with fifty dollars, let’s play five spins of roulette. Whoever has more profit in the end, they get to...?” He stopped, trailing off, his gaze returning to Geetha with a palpable mischief.
A slight annoyance settled over Geetha’s features. She had no idea what strategy or elaborate provocation Bharat was cooking up now.

“No betting!” she stated firmly. “Let’s go outside.”

Yet, an unexpected wave of excitement arose in Gautam, triggered entirely by Bharat’s audacious behavior. “Wait, let him finish.”

Bharat took a deep breath, delivering the punchline with a theatrical flourish. “Whoever wins gets to sleep with Miss tonight.”

The words landed like a thrown dice, initiating an infidelity game, Gautam, in his agreement, seemed ready to watch, Geetha play with her student.

Geetha's pupils widened, her face instantly flushing with anger. She searched his words, desperate to find sexual double meaning.

Cutting through her mounting fury, Bharat smoothly refined his proposal. “I mean, whoever wins, Miss has to stay in their room tonight.”

“I'm okay with that,” Gautam said instantly.

“I don't like it,” Geetha shot back, her voice taut with frustration. “Are you two not listening to me? I don't want any of these games.”

“What's the point of playing just for fun, Miss?” Bharat countered, his tone persuasive “There should be a challenge like this. Besides, you slept next to Sir yesterday, and today also you got a separate room for both of you. I'm saying you'll be next to me if I win; if I don't, it's your choice.”

Geetha grabbed Gautam's hand and pulled him four steps away from Bharat and the table.

“Don't agree!” she whispered fiercely.

Gautam, however, was already feeling the thrill of the chance. “It's just a game of luck, and Bharat might not know how to play it correctly.”

Geetha knew better. She was certain that when it came to xossipy world—something akin to destiny or luck—Bharat seemed to possess an almost unnatural favor. 

The way he had spoken to her earlier had already stirred a suspicious unrest within her, and she understood that he was poised to initiate something entirely new and destabilizing.

“It's because it's luck, that's why I'm saying no,” she argued. Her next words were laced with a pointed concern. “Do you think he will sleep with me tonight?”

Geetha’s direct question momentarily troubled Gautam, but a self-serving thought quickly replaced it: if he won, Geetha would be with him alone all night, wouldn't she? Bharat would have no opportunity to disturb them. He would be banished.

A subtle, knowing smile touched his lips. He gently squeezed her shoulders. “Even if he wins, it's good, isn't it? You can enjoy yourself tonight.”

Geetha stared at him, astonished by the easy acceptance and the casual suggestion of an illicit reward. She realized, with a sinking feeling, that she couldn't deny the rising tide of curiosity and excitement that had now gripped Gautam.

[Haran000]

The heavy, polished mahogany of the roulette table was their battlefield. Under the soft, diffused light, the roulette attendant, a sharp man named Cisco Parekh—"Call me Cisco," he'd said with a smooth professional smile—was exchanging currency for colored chips. 

Bharat received the deep, cool blue; Gautam, the bright, volatile yellow, fifty dollars' worth for each. Geetha, unfamiliar with the intricate dance of the game, stood a silent, watchful sentinel behind the two men.

"Place your bets, sir," Cisco announced, his voice a low, rhythmic monotone.

Gautam leaned in. "What is your name?"

"Cisco Parekh... Call me Cisco."

"Oh... Cisco." Gautam gave a quick, almost nervous nod.

His first move was cautious: ten yellow chips stacked neatly on the space marked Even. The spinning white ball, he wagered, would settle on an even number.

Bharat countered immediately. "Your first bet is on Even, so I'll bet on Odd." His ten blue chips landed decisively on the opposing space.



Cisco waited, his hands hovering over the wheel, a picture of contained energy. When they were done, he gave the heavy wheel a practiced whirl. The rhythmic click-click-click of the ball beginning its descent was the only sound. Geetha watched, her anxiety a palpable contrast to the cool, calculated focus of the two men.

The ball clattered, bounced, and settled. 27. An odd number.

Gautam sighed, his first loss a quick lesson; ten chips were swept away. Bharat, with a faint, tight smile, pulled in his ten-chip gain.

For the second round, Gautam committed more deeply. He spread thirty chips across three different spots, his bets scattering like small yellow seeds. Observing this, Bharat placed thirty chips down the length of one entire column, and another ten on the 19 to 36 bar.



Geetha, watching the thinning stack of yellow, tapped her husband's shoulder. "You both have ten left, why put all of them? Take ten out..."

Cisco looked to Gautam. "Shall I take them out?"

"No... It's okay," Gautam replied, his eyes fixed on the felt.

"Okay." Cisco spun the wheel.

Geetha’s breath hitched, her gaze following the frantic orbit of the ball. A worrying thought pricked her: if Gautam lost this spin too, Bharat’s remaining ten chips would give him a critical advantage over the next few rounds.

The ball settled on 23.

Geetha’s face broke into a relieved smile. Gautam had placed a successful quadriple bet right near 23. He had won.

But so had Bharat. The middle column and the 19 to 36 bar both included 23. Cisco quickly paid out:
 * Gautam's quadriple: 10 \times 8 = 80 chips.
 * Bharat's straight column: 30 \times 2 = 60 chips.
 * Bharat's 19-36 bar: 10 \times 1 = 10 chips. Total: 70 chips.

Third Spin:
Gautam, now emboldened, placed forty chips on 1 to 18 and another forty on the 2nd 12. He held back his last ten chips.

Bharat matched his aggression, betting forty on the 2nd 12 as well, but then, in a move that made Geetha gasp, he placed his remaining forty chips on the 3rd 12. All eighty of his chips were now on the table.



Seeing Bharat push all his chips into the center made a cold wave of suspicion wash over Geetha. If he lost this, the entire high-stakes game would be over. A strange itch started in her fingers. She didn't want Bharat to lose; the heavy weight of her guilt had lifted when Gautam agreed to the terms, and now her mind was aching for the illicit pleasure she would gain with Bharat’s victory.

Instinctively, decisively, she reached out and plucked ten chips from the forty Bharat had placed on the 2nd 12.

Bharat looked up, confused.

"Let these remain," she murmured, placing the ten chips gently in front of him.

"Shall I make the spin?" Cisco asked.

"Yeah, okay..." Bharat conceded, a slow understanding dawning in his eyes.

The wheel spun. Round and round...

The ball landed on 15.

Both of them won.
 * Gautam: 90 chips.
 * Bharat: 70 chips.

Bharat stared directly at Geetha. Gautam was ahead. She quickly turned her face away, avoiding the hot intensity of his gaze.

Fourth Spin:
This time, the stakes were higher, more personal. Gautam placed six separate ten-chip single-number bets on 7, 8, 11, 14, 16, and 20. He added a small, one-row bet near 22.

Bharat followed suit, pushing the limit. He made two twenty-dollar one-row bets on 34 and 31, a ten-dollar one-row bet near 28, and finally, a bold twenty-chip single number bet on 20.



Every chip both men possessed was now committed. Geetha’s anxiety returned, churning in her stomach.

Cisco spun the ball. It orbited, slowed, and with a soft thud, landed on 20.

Both men erupted in cheers. The most lucrative bet had paid off: a single number hit.
They had turned fifty dollars into seven hundred.
 * Gautam: 700 chips.
 * Bharat: 700 chips.

"Wow... what a jump..." Cisco said, distributing the staggering piles of chips.

As Cisco prepared for the fifth spin, Geetha began twisting her fingers together. The real prize was no longer the money. The real stake was Geetha. Now, the wager was between her husband’s enduring love and her student’s illicit affair. Who would luck choose to favor?

Fifth Spin: The Ultimate Wager

"Place the bets, please..." Cisco invited.

Gautam, with a cautious strategy, divided his 700 chips into three equal parts, placing 200 on the 1st 12, 200 on the 2nd 12, and 200 on the 3rd 12. He would win 400 if any of the three hit, unless the ball fell on 0 or 00.

Bharat’s move was a statement. Without a moment's hesitation, he stacked 600 chips on the Black color and the final hundred on 00.



Cisco’s eyes widened slightly. "That's... risky."

Bharat glanced at Geetha, a predator’s smile playing on his lips. "If you want rusk, you have to take a risk, ha ha... Let's see..."

Gautam's strategy was safer, covering most of the board. Bharat’s was a wild, almost suicidal leap: Black or nothing.

Cisco began the spin. The ball was a blur.



Bharat stood mesmerized, not by the wheel, but by the reflection of the spinning ball in Geetha’s left eye.

Gautam took a deep, shaky breath. He didn't know if he could bear the thought of his wife sleeping with another man that night if Bharat won.

The ball spun faster, then slower, before finally landing with a light thing sound on Black 2.

"YES!" Bharat roared, a triumphant shout echoing through the quiet casino corner.

The complicated love Geetha felt for Gautam warred fiercely with the illicit affection she felt for Bharat. Both men had technically won.

 * Bharat's Black bet: 600 \times 1 = 600. (Total: 600 including his 100 loss on 00).
 * Gautam's 1st 12 bet: 200 \times 2 = 400. (Total: 500, including his remaining 100).

Cisco distributed the chips, announcing Bharat's 600 total. Geetha was momentarily stunned by the magic of his luck.

Bharat winked at her, a brazen, possessive gesture.

Gautam walked listlessly to the counter, exchanging their combined 1100 Canadian dollars for cash.

In the moment Gautam was gone, Bharat leaned in, his lips brushing the curve of Geetha's ear. His voice was a hot, low whisper. "I will smear the birthday cake on your armpit and lick it." He smiled, mischievous and utterly unrepentant.

"Ugh... don't tell me that, you dirty fellow," she gasped, her cheeks flaming. "Your luck is always so magical."

"Ha ha ha... will I not take a risk for my Milkydoll?"

Blushing fiercely, Geetha gently pushed his cheek away, a subtle, promising smile playing on her lips, and then she turned to walk toward Gautam. 

The night, and the wager, had been won.
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To be continued………….

[priyad2000]

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[Nishikant.Wayal]

This story is going to be more exciting! Super update!

[Projectmp]

Amazing update amazing details

[Haran000]

wow its a great story


get to me in zangi at 2534435335

This story is going to be more exciting! Super update!

Amazing update amazing details

Thank you 

[Siva.s]

Good update

[Sage_69]

Wow. Bharat won the bet. He will fuck Geetha in his room and Goutam will do nothing to stop that.