Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Kore shivkant]

Eagerly waiting for the night of bharath and geetha.......

[NityaSakti]

Though geeta had lot of sex with bharat, this one is going to be different. she is going to make her husband a complete cuckold and accept the relationship and be a good father of bharat child.

[Kore shivkant]

Now Bharath will take complete control over geetha....already he showed his verbal domination in some places.
Gautam started the thing which is not going to be in his control..... eagerly waiting for the update....

[Kore shivkant]

Can we expect a update this week????? Is everything okay haran?????

[Haran000]

Bharat was so daring. And Gautam also showed Geetha that he is no lesser man just because he lets Bharat fuck her.

I think now Bharat's game starts he is going to make geetha to tell the truth about gautam..... Eagerly waiting for Bharat and Geetha's night and how gautam going to take it..... expecting a weekend update bro..... Great story writing awesomeeee.....

Awesome bro keep rocking

Super!!! Request you to keep story bw this 3 only

wow man thats a gr8 story. luv it

Useless gautam has no choice now. He knows that he is not young and strong like bharat. He is cornered and helpless now.

Awesome update. Let bharat start humiliate gautam and make geeta enjoy it.

Great one

Very hot update

Really wonderful you have made all the sequence lively the places you described makes me feel like moving around those streets and even Niagara falls is so well pictured and he hot scenes make perfect in public which is common in those countries and the hot scene between Gowtam and Geeta shows their love  and affection. After getting green signal from Gautam, Geeta can be close with Bharat without any guilt that's what she did in the Giant Wheel. Gautam can't be blamed and he is loving and caring though he can't be matched with Bharat in bed with Geeta he had his own way of satisfying her. All the scenes and happenings can be justified as Geeta did not blame about Gautam's intimacy with other woman. There is a slight hint that Gautam is ready to see Geeta with Bharat in bed. Any how the hot story with hot background is wonderful. Please do continue and it would be wonderful if there is a threesome which can bring hotness to  the Geeta and us.


Thanks for your efforts . Let the Almighty be with thee in solving all your problems

Good updates bro thank you

Xcellent

wow wonderful update....

Nice one bro

Though geeta had lot of sex with bharat, this one is going to be different. she is going to make her husband a complete cuckold and accept the relationship and be a good father of bharat child.

Now Bharath will take complete control over geetha....already he showed his verbal domination in some places.
Gautam started the thing which is not going to be in his control..... eagerly waiting for the update....

Can we expect a update this week????? Is everything okay haran?????

Thank you very much all of you.

Update this weekend.

[Kore shivkant]

Waiting for it..... Suddenly weekend seems very long......













Thank you very much all of you.

Update this weekend.

[yenjvoy]

This is such a beautifully written as well as well crafted story. Your understanding of dialog is just amazing. I'm really enjoying this one and hope you can keep it going. The fun stuff is just getting started. 

I'm also curious to see how the shivaharan track is handled, even though the focus seems to be consciously on Bharat. You have been dropping hints about Shiva and haran from geetha's own pre-marital days being the same person, so if amd when you do decide to explore that facet it should be very entertaining.

The inability of Gautham to father children is also going to be an emotional blow for the couple, when he discloses it. 

Such a wonderful and intelligent plot, with the characters becoming better defined as the story progresses. Unique for Indian story sites. Kudos to you, and hope you keep going. 












Thank you very much all of you.

Update this weekend.

[Kore shivkant]

Waiting for the update....

[venkygeethu]

Week end started waiting eagerly for the next update

Bharat -Gautam - Geeta trio threesome?

[Haran000]

Thanx so much mr.Yenjvoy

[Haran000]

The three of them returned to the villa in La Croache as the last light bled from the sky, the roar of Niagara Falls still echoing faintly in their ears. 

Gautam sank into the living-room armchair, tie loosened, eyes half-closed, exhausted from the day’s relentless mist and crowds. He didn’t notice Bharat gliding past like a shadow, barefoot, heading straight for Geetha’s room.

The door opened without a knock.

Geetha stood before the dresser mirror, brushing out her long black hair in slow, rhythmic strokes. The lamplight caught the silk of her nightdress and turned it almost liquid. She saw him in the glass before she heard him, and her lips curved in mock reproach.

“Haven’t you bathed yet?” she asked, not turning. “Go. You still smell like the Falls.”

Bharat crossed the room in three silent strides, slipped his arms around her waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder. Their reflections merged in the mirror: her composed, him already grinning with mischief.

“Will you give me a bath, Miss?” he murmured against her ear.

She tapped the back of his head with the hairbrush—light, affectionate, scolding. “I can’t do any of that. Off you go.”

He tightened his hold instead of letting go. “I actually came to ask you something.”

“Quickly, then. I still need my own bath.”

His lips brushed the soft lobe of her ear; his voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “I don’t like the hair when I lick your pussy. Can you get rid of it?”

Geetha froze. Colour flooded her throat and cheeks. She spun in his arms, one hand flying to cover his mouth. “Have you no control over that tongue? I told you never to use that word.”

He peeled her fingers away, eyes dancing. “Then how should I say it? ‘Kindly shave your pubic region, madam’?”

“Chee”, She made a small, exasperated sound—half laugh, half groan.

“You say ‘Chi’ to everything,” he teased, tilting his head to nuzzle the side of her neck. “You haven’t bathed yet… shave it tonight.”

“Now? Suddenly?”

“Please.”

She bit her lip, caught between embarrassment and the thrill of his shamelessness. “I’ll… see. You go.”

He caught her face between his palms and stole a swift, soft kiss. When he drew back, his gaze was steady, deadly serious. “Come to my room. We’ll take a bath together.”

“Only a bath,” she warned, voice trembling on the edge of laughter.

“I swear on these lips,” he said, brushing his thumb across her mouth, “shave it, and we’ll do nothing but bathe.”

She arched a brow. “And the lotion? You’ll need some if we’re both shaving.”

“In my bag.” He grinned. “I’ll shave too. Fair’s fair.”

“You rascal,” she whispered, cheeks burning hotter. “Where do you even get these ideas?”

He shrugged, unrepentant. “Got bored last night. Read a story—‘PG Coliving with Sisters’. There’s a scene where the girl shaves in front of the guy. Thought it sounded… efficient.”

Geetha slapped his cheek lightly, more caress than punishment. “First you stop reading that rubbish stories.”

“Done,” he promised at once. “Come.”

“You go first. Give me five minutes.”

He stole one last kiss, quick and greedy, then slipped out as silently as he had come, leaving her staring at her own flushed reflection, heart racing, already reaching for the little travel razor she kept in her drawer.

Bharat slowly slipped back to his room, avoiding Gautam's sight.

Bharat stepped into the dimly lit hotel room, the faint scent of jasmine lingering in the air. He shrugged off his clothes, letting them fall in a careless heap on the floor, and rummaged through his bag for his shaving kit. Sliding a fresh blade into the razor with a soft click, he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed into the spacious bathroom. He hung the towel on the hanger, the mirror already fogging slightly from the warmth of the shower cabin nearby.

Standing before the mirror, he wet his hands under the tap and splashed cool water across his stubbled face. The droplets traced rivulets down his jaw as he lathered shaving cream over his beard, the rich foam cool against his skin. With slow, deliberate strokes, he began shaving, his eyes occasionally flicking to the door, anticipating Geetha's arrival.

A faint creak echoed from the bedroom, followed by the soft click of the bathroom door swinging open.

There she stood, her long hair tied up in a loose bun, her wheat-colored skin glowing under the warm bathroom light. A single white towel clung to her curves, knotted tightly at her chest, held in place by her right hand as she stepped inside. She moved with a quiet grace, coming to stand beside him, her presence filling the small space with an electric charge.

Bharat continued shaving, his gaze locked on her reflection in the mirror, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Geetha's eyes roamed over his broad chest and the taut lines of his muscles, a subtle heat blooming within her. Her fingers grazed his back, tracing the contours lightly, sending a shiver through him.

"You've grown old enough to shave?" she teased, her voice low and playful. "I thought you young guys just trim it these days."

He met her eyes in the mirror, his razor pausing mid-stroke. "If I trim, it grows back too fast," he replied smoothly. "So I got into the habit of a clean shave once a month."

"Oh?" She arched an eyebrow, leaning closer. "Then why didn't you shave before coming here?"

"Didn't think of it, perhaps."

"And why now?"

Bharat wiped the last traces of foam from his chin, his skin now smooth and glistening. "Gautam Sir mentioned that party tomorrow. Figured it'd be good to look sharp."

Geetha's lips curved into a sly smile. "Oh, really? Expecting a queue of girls lining up for you there?"

"No," he said with a sarcastic edge, turning to face her reflection fully. "Maybe I'll find another Aunty like you."

Her eyes widened in mock outrage, and she delivered a playful punch to his back, pouting. "You call me Aunty, you idiot!"

He chuckled, splashing water on his face to rinse away the remnants. "Aren't married women called Aunty?"

Geetha's pout deepened, a spark of feigned anger in her eyes. "Fine, go find some other Aunty tomorrow. I'm leaving."

She turned toward the door, but Bharat was quicker. His hand shot out, grabbing the edge of her towel and yanking her back with gentle force. She stumbled slightly, caught off guard.

"Sorry, sorry... wait, Miss," he said, his voice laced with mischief.

"Let go!" she protested, though her tone held no real bite. "Calling me Aunty? The audacity! No challenge, nothing. Sleep alone tonight."

As she made to step away again, he released the towel and seized her hand instead, pulling her firmly into his arms. His left arm encircled her waist, holding her captive against his bare chest. The knot of her towel strained under the pressure, but held.

Geetha lifted her gaze, her breath catching as she took in his freshly shaven face—smooth, boyish, just like the first time they'd met. His eyes danced with playful intent.

"I was joking, Miss," he murmured, his voice dropping low.

She reached up, her fingers gently stroking his cool, wet cheek, the skin silky under her touch. "I was fooled by this innocent face," she whispered. "Thought you were sweet and polite... but now you're mocking me."

Bharat leaned in, rubbing his nose against hers in a tender eskimo kiss, inching toward her lips. But she turned her head at the last moment, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek instead, then nibbling teasingly on his earlobe.

"Say that again," she warned, her breath hot against his ear, "and I'll kill you."

A low growl escaped him as he pushed her back slightly, burying his face in the soft valley of her boobs, the towel the only barrier between them.

"Suffocate me with these, Miss," he murmured, his words muffled against her skin.

"Ah... move, you rascal," she gasped, pushing at his shoulders half-heartedly. "I told you, I don't want any of this..."

He pulled back, laughing softly, his eyes gleaming. "Okay, take off the towel."

"Why?" she challenged, though her voice wavered with anticipation.

"Why what? Why did you come here, then?"

"I came because you asked me to," she admitted, a flush creeping up her neck. "But now I'm not so sure it's necessary."

He tilted his head, his gaze dropping suggestively. "Do you actually shave... down there?"

"Hmm," she hummed, biting her lip. "Sometimes. If it feels too much."

"Take off the towel," he repeated, his voice husky now, the razor forgotten on the counter.

Geetha hesitated, her fingers tightening on the knot, then loosening ever so slightly.

"Hmm..." she echoed, her eyes locked on his, the air between them thick with unspoken promise.

She let the towel fall from her hips and hung it beside Bharat’s on the steel rod, the damp cloth brushing his knuckles as it settled. Moonlight from the high ventilator cut a silver path across her skin, turning the soft rise of her belly and the darker triangle below into something almost sculpted, jasmine vines caught mid-climb. Bharat’s breath snagged. Desire, long leashed, barked once inside his chest.

He reached out, slow enough that she could have stepped away, and let the pads of his fingers graze the crisp hair between her thighs. A small, involuntary sound left her throat, half surprise, half hunger.

Geetha caught his wrist. “No.”

“Miss,” he whispered, voice rough, “let me shave it for you.”

“I’m scared. You’ve never done it.” Her eyes flicked to the razor on the bucket’s rim. “Just watch if you want.”

“I’ll be careful. I swear.”

She rose on her toes and pressed a quick, grateful kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Why this madness, dear?”

“Because I love you,” he said, and slid one finger down the seam hidden beneath the curls, parting them just enough to find the small, slick knot of nerves. Geetha’s thighs trembled; she bit her lower lip until it went white.

“Mmmm…”

“You let me last night,” he murmured against her ear, “and this morning you told Sir your back hurt. Yet tonight you climbed on him the moment his wife turned away. Didn’t it ache then?”

Her laugh came out shaky, indignant. “He’s not a brute like you, you dog.” She shoved his hand away, but gently, almost regretfully. “I knew you wouldn’t stay quiet. Move. I’ll do it myself in my room.”

Bharat lifted both palms in surrender. “All right, all right.”

She gave him a warning look, then reached for the razor herself. He was faster. His fingers closed around a small tuft of hair and tugged—one sharp, deliberate pluck.



The sting flared bright; Geetha yelped, swatted his shoulder hard enough to sting them both.

“Aah! Don’t play the fool or you’ll get worse.”

He opened his fingers, showing her the single dark strand curled on his skin like a trophy. “See? Only one.”

Geetha exhaled through her teeth. “Hurry, Bharat. If he calls for me…”

“Sit, Miss?”

“I’ll stand. You sit.” She nudged him down with her bare foot until he knelt on the wet tiles. Water from the overhead tank dripped somewhere behind them, steady as a heartbeat.

He filled the plastic mug, tested the temperature against his wrist, and poured a slow stream over the dark mound. The water was colder than he’d meant. Geetha hissed, thighs clamping together.

“Isss! Couldn’t you warm it first?”

“Just a little,” he said, apologetic, watching the curls darken and cling, revealing the tender rose of her beneath. The lips glistened, half hidden, half offered.

He set the mug aside, lathered the shaving brush until foam spilled over his knuckles like cream, and looked up at her. Moonlight, steam, and something fiercer lit her face—fear, trust, want, all braided tight.

“Hold very still,” he said.

She rested one hand on his shoulder, fingers digging in, and nodded once.

The bathroom was thick with steam and the low hum of the exhaust fan. Water still dripped from the showerhead in slow, deliberate beats. Geetha stood naked on the slick tiles, one foot braced against the wall, the cool porcelain kissing the sole of her right foot. Bharat knelt in front of her, the can of shaving cream hissing softly as he pressed a white cloud onto his fingertips.

He looked up once (just long enough for their eyes to lock) then brought his hand between her thighs. The foam was cold; she felt it spread over the soft rise of her mound, his fingers gliding in slow circles, brushing the hood of her clit with deliberate mischief.

“Mm… not there,” she murmured, voice already unsteady.

Bharat only smiled, thumb grazing the sensitive bud again. “Why not, Miss?”

“Ooh… don’t overdo it.”

He laughed under his breath, the sound warm and low, and moved on to coat her inner thighs. When he reached for the razor, the metal caught the light like a small, dangerous promise.

Geetha shifted, parting her legs a fraction wider. “Be careful,” she warned, though her tone carried no real fear. “You’ll cut me.”

“Yes, Miss,” he answered, obedient and not obedient at all.

He lowered himself until his face was level with her sex. From where she stood, she could see the dark crown of his head directly beneath her, the faint sheen of water on his shoulders. He pressed two fingers just above her slit, stretching the skin taut, and drew the blade downward in one slow, confident stroke.

The first pass took a thick swath of curls. He dipped the razor into the mug at his knee, shook it clean, and started again. Each time the blade scbangd over her skin, a shiver raced up her spine; each time he paused to rinse, his breath fanned warm across her freshly bared flesh.

When the razor tugged too much hair at once, he placed his index finger vertically along her mound like a living guard. The pad of his finger rested directly over her clit, a steady pressure she felt in every nerve.

“Ooh… do it without touching,” she whispered, half plea, half surrender.

“I’m keeping the blade away from here, Miss,” he said, voice husky. “Trust me.”

He shaved the delicate creases where thigh met groin, tilting the razor with impossible care. When only a few stray hairs remained, he cupped water in his palms and splashed it upward. The cold shock made her gasp; foam and loose curls slid down her legs in creamy rivulets.

Geetha trembled. “Get a tissue…”

“No need,” he said softly. “Almost finished.”

He squeezed another dollop of cream and smoothed it over the places he’d missed. His touch was gentler now, almost reverent, fingertips skating across skin that felt newborn and impossibly sensitive.

Standing there, legs open, heart hammering against her ribs, Geetha let memory wash over her as warmly as the steam. 

She remembered the first time she had bent to hand this same boy—no, this man now—a cupping her most private skin—a cup of tea, cheeks burning at the accidental brush of her boobs against his shoulder. 
She remembered refusing, over and over, to remove her panties while he painted her portrait, until one afternoon she had stood bare before his hungry gaze. 
She remembered every small surrender, every line crossed, every quiet yes that had led her here.

Naked, trembling, letting him shave her clean while his breath stirred the fine hairs at the nape of her neck and his fingers mapped territory that had once been forbidden.

A slow, secret smile curved her mouth.

Bharat rinsed the razor one last time, then sat back on his heels to admire his work. The skin he had bared was smooth, flushed pink, glistening. He looked up at her, eyes dark with something deeper than lust.

“All done, Miss,” he said, voice rough.

Geetha lowered her foot from the wall, thighs brushing together, the new bareness sending sparks through her. She reached down, threaded her fingers through his wet hair, and drew him forward until his lips met the place he had so carefully prepared.

“Thank you,” she whispered against the steam, and felt him smile against her skin.

Bharat snatched the handheld showerhead from its cradle and aimed the cool jet at Geetha’s thighs. The white lather sluiced away in thick rivers, revealing the flawless, cloud-pale skin beneath. Water beaded and ran, catching the bathroom’s low light like scattered diamonds, until her lotus-smooth pussy came fully into view—dark pink, glistening, framed by the soft tremor of her legs. The sight punched the air from his lungs.

He dropped to his knees, mouth already watering, leaning in for a taste. Her fingers twisted hard into his wet hair and yanked him back.

“Hey… you fool, no,” she scolded, voice husky but firm.

“Just one kiss, Miss, please,” he begged, lips brushing the inside of her thigh. “It’s so damn beautiful.”

She loosened her grip, stroking his scalp instead, tenderness softening the reprimand. “Wait. You can kiss it all you like after we shower.”

His eyes flashed with wicked delight. “Promise?”

“Promise,” she laughed, breathless. “Now behave.”

Geetha stepped under the main shower rose, reaching for the control, but Bharat caught her wrist. “Wait—let me come in too.”

She arched a brow. “Then take those pants off.”

He shoved his trousers and briefs down in one motion. His half-hard cock sprang free, swaying heavily, the foreskin wrinkled over the flushed head, a dark crimson bud. Not a single hair remained; he’d shaved clean that morning.

Geetha twisted to look, eyes widening, then crinkling with amusement. “When did you do that? Yesterday you still had a little forest.”

“This morning,” he admitted, stepping close. “Kept picturing you.”

She closed the distance, palm sliding over the warm skin of his navel, lips brushing the column of his neck. He shivered.

“Yours is so neat and cute,” he murmured, fingers tracing the smooth rise of her mound again.

“You call everything cute or hot,” she teased, but her breath hitched when his touch lingered.

Geetha leaned back against his chest, melting as his hands wandered. “Ooh…”

“Shall we fuck right here under the water?” he whispered against her ear.

“Just a shower,” she protested, weak as it was. “ And how you’d do?”

“I’ll lift your leg, put from behind.”

“Oh my—no,” she laughed, scandalized and tempted at once.

He grinned, conceding for now, and bent to inhale the faint musk of her left armpit. She swatted his head playfully. “Stop that.”

Bharat reached up and twisted the shower knob. Warm water roared down, sheeting over their fevered skin in a sudden silver curtain. Steam billowed, thick and fragrant with soap and desire.

He pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck, kissing, sucking, while Geetha reached behind, fingers wrapping his cock. She stroked slowly—once, twice—and felt it swell, rigid and burning in her palm.

“Puppy…” she sighed.

“Yes, Miss?”

“Will you soap my back?”

“Should you even have to ask?” He took the foaming gel, squirted a generous cloud across her shoulder blades, and began to knead. Bubbles multiplied under his palms, slick and luxurious.

“I’ve wanted to shower with you like this forever,” he confessed, voice rough.

“Ooh…” The sound vibrated through her ribs.

Geetha guided his soapy hand forward, pressing it to her boobs. He cupped at once, thumb circling the stiff nipple, squeezing until foam dripped from her skin in slow, creamy rivulets.



She let her head fall back against his shoulder, a low, shameless “Mmmmmm…” humming in her throat while the water continued to fall, warm and endless, around them.

Bharat tilted the bottle again, letting a thick ribbon of foam spill over the delicate hollow at the base of Geetha's throat. It slid downward in a slow, white river—over the soft rise of her breasts, tracing the valley between them, skimming her navel, and finally coming to rest as a single trembling bubble on the dark folds between her thighs.

He turned the nozzle lower and painted a cool stripe of lather between the plush curves of her buttocks. The moment the foam touched her skin, he pressed forward, guiding his half-hard cock into that slippery channel. It caught, held, and he began to move—slow, deliberate rolls of his hips that ground him between her cheeks, the soap turning every slide into something obscene and weightless.

Geetha's left hand flew to the back of his neck, fingers digging in as if she could steady the sudden fire racing through her.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, voice already trembling.

His answer was a low growl against her ear. One hand kneaded the foam deeper into the flesh of her ass; the other claimed her breast, thumb flicking roughly over her nipple. When she twisted to look at him, he caught her mouth in a brief, possessive kiss.

"I want to fuck you just like this," he said. "From behind. Right here."

A helpless sound escaped her—half protest, half surrender. "Uh-huh..."

He gathered her wet hair in his fist, unwinding the loose knot, then tugged her head back gently and set his teeth against the slope of her neck, marking her with a slow, deliberate bite.

"Mmm..." The moan vibrated through her spine.

She spun in his arms, scolding him with a breathless laugh. "You were supposed to wash my back, not molest me."

Bharat only grinned, wicked and unrepentant. He pumped fresh foam onto her loofah, the coarse coconut fibers instantly softening under the lather, then pressed the bottle into her free hand. While she stood there, dazed, he took the loofah and dragged it across her breasts in slow, scbanging circles—squeezing, soaping, claiming.

Geetha arched into the touch, a languid moan spilling from her lips. "Oom... I said rub, not maul me, you naughty boy."

"Aren't you doing the same to mine?" he countered, eyes dropping to where her right hand had already closed around his cock, slick with foam, stroking him with shameless intent.



Laughter turned into something hotter. She filled her palm again and worked the lather over his shaft in long, twisting pulls. He answered by grinding the loofah harder against her nipples until they stood stiff and aching. Soap and water and skin—everything slippery, everything urgent.

They crashed together, mouths fusing, tongues sliding in a messy, desperate kiss. When they broke apart, gasping, Geetha’s voice was raw.



"When I'm naked with you like this," she said against his lips, "I want your hands everywhere. I don’t care."

Bharat’s grin turned feral. "Not just hands, Miss." He swept the foam from her right boob in one rough swipe, bent, and took the exposed nipple between his teeth—sucking hard, releasing with a wet pop that made her cry out. “I’d eat you.”

"Sss... stop," she hissed, even as her back bowed toward him.

He straightened, water streaming down his face. "I'll stop now. Tonight, when you're asleep beside me—I won't."

Geetha bit her lip, then reached for the bottle again, spraying a careless cloud of foam across his chest. She set it aside and began rubbing him down with both hands, palms gliding over muscle and soap. "Hold yourself back tonight," she murmured. "Last night you, this afternoon him... my body can't take another round so soon."

Bharat: Miss, why do you say that?

Geetha: I want to, too, but...

He kissed her cheek.

Bharat: Miss, since when has Gautam sir been working this job?

Geetha: Since before I came to the college as a teacher.

Their eyes met.

The warm water cascaded over them, steam curling around their entwined bodies like a protective veil. Bharat’s arms encircled Geetha’s slender waist, drawing her impossibly close until her full breasts flattened against the hard planes of his chest, the slick soap foam squishing softly between their heated skin.

“More than a year,” he murmured against her ear, his voice low and possessive. “He only came for a few days in between.”

Geetha made a small, thoughtful sound. “Hmm.”

Bharat’s lips brushed her temple. “Miss… tell me the truth. Is it more pleasurable with him… or with me?”

She hesitated, breath catching. “Uh-huh…”

“Tell me,” he insisted gently, fingers tightening on her hips.

“With you,” she whispered, the confession slipping out like a guilty secret.

A triumphant smile curved his mouth. “Miss, how would it have felt if you’d used that dildo all those lonely nights… and how would it have felt if you’d had real sex instead, during that whole year?”

Geetha’s cheeks burned beneath the spray. “Why bring that up now?”

“Because you were alone for so long.” His voice dropped, rough with longing. “Use me for these four days. All of me. Don’t you want fuck me more miss.”

“Puppy…” she breathed, half-scolding, half-aching.

He answered by pressing the rigid length of his cock against the soft, slick folds of her pussy, letting her feel exactly how much he wanted her. With deliberate slowness he scooped more foam into his palms and smoothed it over her most intimate skin, teasing, cleansing, claiming.

Geetha’s breath hitched. Without thinking, she lifted both legs and climbed into his lap, wrapping them around his waist, the shower wall cool against her back.

“Sss…” she hissed, clinging to him. “I wish you were my husband ra.”

Bharat’s heart slammed against his ribs. “To me, you’re my first love.” He captured her mouth in a deep, devouring kiss, pinning her gently to the tiles. “Mmm… I love you Geetha.”

He shifted, guiding himself to her entrance. The blunt head of his cock nudged her swollen lips, parting them, ready to sink inside.

“Ah—stop, not now!” Geetha gasped suddenly, hands flying to his chest.

He froze instantly and pulled back, concern replacing hunger in his eyes.

“Wait,” she panted, “it’ll be a problem if we’re late. Please… hold back just one hour.”

Bharat swallowed hard, nodding. “Okay.”

She lowered her feet to the wet floor, but he wasn’t finished. He poured fresh foam into his left palm and slid his hand between her thighs, parting her folds with reverent care. His ring finger slipped inside her heat, gently scrubbing, cleansing away every trace of her man.

Her body trembled violently; she dug her nails into his shoulders. “Aam… stop…”

“Gautam sir fucked you this afternoon, didn’t he?” Bharat said softly, almost tenderly. “We have to clean you properly.”

“Take your finger out,” she pleaded, even as her hips rocked involuntarily against his hand.

“Just a moment.” He worked the soap deeper, thorough and unhurried, until she was shivering and clean and aching all over again.



“Ah… enough…” she mumbled, thighs quivering.

Only then did he withdraw, rinse his hand, and claim her lips in a slow, apologetic kiss.

“Now give me a bath,” he said, a playful note creeping back into his voice.

Obediently, almost maternally, Geetha lathered her palms and began washing him—broad shoulders, sculpted chest, the narrow taper of his waist—her hands gliding over every inch as if he were something precious and fragile. She knelt, soaping his strong thighs, aware of his unwavering gaze fixed on her forehead, tender and intense.

When her soapy fingers finally closed around his cock, stroking him with deliberate slowness, she looked up and met his eyes.

“Miss,” he said huskily, “I have a doubt. May I ask?”

“Tell me,” she answered, fingertips drifting lower to cradle and massage his heavy balls.

“I think… Gautam sir might be a cuckold.”

Her hands stilled. She stared up at him, water streaming down her face. “Meaning?”

“Some men,” he explained carefully, “like watching their wives being fucked by other man. They enjoy it. That’s what cuckold means.”

Geetha rose slowly, shock and something unreadable flickering across her expression. “What are you even saying? Nothing like that exists.”

“It does, Miss. I’ve read stories.”

She shook her head, stepping back slightly. “You’re reading crazy things and talking nonsense. Gautam isn’t like that.”

Bharat caught her gently by the waist again, pulling her beneath the spray. “Think about it. You’re his wife. Every right—kissing you, making love to you—belongs to him. If another man touched you, any normal husband would be furious. Yet Gautam sir let you kiss me… on the lips… right in front of him.”

The question she had buried deep inside surged back to the surface. Why had Gautam agreed? Not just a kiss—Gautam had given her complete freedom with Bharat, freedom that went far beyond what Bharat even knew.

Geetha stared at the water swirling down the drain, suddenly silent.

Bharat brushed a soft kiss across her forehead. “I might be wrong… but maybe he likes watching me romance you. Maybe he even likes it when it happens right under his nose.”

The words hung between them, heavy and dangerous. Logically, they fit. Emotionally, Geetha recoiled.

“No,” she said faintly. “It’s not like that.”

Bharat cupped her left boob, squeezing with sudden passion. “I’m only saying it might be.”

She shook her head again, more firmly this time. “You’re imagining things.”

He let it go with a soft “Hmm…” and turned the shower stronger. Foam slid from their bodies in rivulets, revealing flushed skin beneath.

Unable to resist, he sank to his knees once more, lifting her right leg over his shoulder. He pressed his mouth to her glistening pussy, kissing the tender petals as reverently as if they were lotus blossoms opening under rain.

Geetha’s back arched against the wall; her fingers tangled in his wet hair. “Ah…”

He rose slowly, water streaming down his face. “I could stay like this with you for hours. Days.”

“I have to go,” she whispered, though she didn’t move.

“Just five more minutes.”

She stayed.

Five minutes later, Geetha stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, skin still tingling, heart pounding with questions she wasn’t ready to answer. 

She padded down the hallway toward the bedroom, the echo of Bharat’s words chasing her like a shadow.
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To be continued………..

[sexycharan]

Awesome bro

[Kore shivkant]

No words to explain bro.....only thought of the night of barath and geetha never expected a bathing scene and the conversation between them was awesome and barath explain the nature of gautamn to geetha....geetha already started to think what bharath had said........ eagerly waiting for their night when gautam was next to them.....will geetha going to tell to bharath that gautamn had accepted them???? will she break the promise she made to her husband??????? Great work bro.....

[Kore shivkant]

Haran bro is there any immediate updates for today or tomorrow?????? because you always give 2 or more updates at a time......can we expect the next update soon????

[Haran000]

Awesome bro

No words to explain bro.....only thought of the night of barath and geetha never expected a bathing scene and the conversation between them was awesome and barath explain the nature of gautamn to geetha....geetha already started to think what bharath had said........ eagerly waiting for their night when gautam was next to them.....will geetha going to tell to bharath that gautamn had accepted them???? will she break the promise she made to her husband??????? Great work bro.....

Haran bro is there any immediate updates for today or tomorrow?????? because you always give 2 or more updates at a time......can we expect the next update soon????

Telugu readers know very well about me. They are too frustrated with me. English readers got this story starting chapters so quickly. Actually, in Telugu I give 1 update per month. Yes I give long updates. If I’m busy or no mood updates get delayed. Now I’m not able to write much long hours. And I know I’m not putting detailed narration these day like the previous chapters. One point to accept is, I’ll try, however there’s no confirmation that I maintain update frequency well enough. The main reason behind any delayed update is, i want to write that update to the peak of my satisfaction. If I’m not satisfied with what I wrote then I won’t post the update. Sometimes I procrastinate. Sometimes I get thoughts like why should I write this type of adult stories, there’s no financial gain with this. And after that suddenly I get mood on my Geetha teacher, which hypes me to write. Hope the readers understand. 



Thank you both.

[Kore shivkant]

Telugu readers know very well about me. They are too frustrated with me. English readers got this story starting chapters so quickly. Actually, in Telugu I give 1 update per month. Yes I give long updates. If I’m busy or no mood updates get delayed. Now I’m not able to write much long hours. And I know I’m not putting detailed narration these day like the previous chapters. One point to accept is, I’ll try, however there’s no confirmation that I maintain update frequency well enough. The main reason behind any delayed update is, i want to write that update to the peak of my satisfaction. If I’m not satisfied with what I wrote then I won’t post the update. Sometimes I procrastinate. Sometimes I get thoughts like why should I write this type of adult stories, there’s no financial gain with this. And after that suddenly I get mood on my Geetha teacher, which hypes me to write. Hope the readers understand. 



Thank you both.

Thank you for the response bro....no problem take your time.....    
Story is really awesome.... Kudos to your work bro....now a days it is rare to see these kind of story........so it is worth waiting.......
Hope you didn't take it wrong????

[yenjvoy]

Telugu readers know very well about me. They are too frustrated with me. English readers got this story starting chapters so quickly. Actually, in Telugu I give 1 update per month. Yes I give long updates. If I’m busy or no mood updates get delayed. Now I’m not able to write much long hours. And I know I’m not putting detailed narration these day like the previous chapters. One point to accept is, I’ll try, however there’s no confirmation that I maintain update frequency well enough. The main reason behind any delayed update is, i want to write that update to the peak of my satisfaction. If I’m not satisfied with what I wrote then I won’t post the update. Sometimes I procrastinate. Sometimes I get thoughts like why should I write this type of adult stories, there’s no financial gain with this. And after that suddenly I get mood on my Geetha teacher, which hypes me to write. Hope the readers understand. 



Thank you both.

Fantastic update. I like your writing philosophy. The story has to feel like it wants to come out of you. Hope you keep going, and hope you find time to explore this rich plot with the care and leisure it deserves. Hurrying too much would be a disservice to these carefully sketched out characters.

[siva05]

Thanks author for your updates....

[Sage_69]

That was hot. Shaving teacher's pussy in the bathroom. Bharat trying to awaken the devil inside Geetha. Hoping to get the next update soon.

[sexycharan]

When the author loves his update, so does the readers.