Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Kore shivkant]

Today no privacy to write update, I’ll try to write in coming hours. 

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[venkygeethu]

Today no privacy to write update, I’ll try to write in coming hours. 

[Haran000]

Before Bharath could even entertain the thought that she might have slipped away, Geeta wrapped her arms around him from behind. Her warm body pressed against his back as she leaned in, teeth gently catching his earlobe.


“Would I ever say no… if my puppy asks?” she whispered, voice low and teasing.

Bharath smiled, caught her hands where they rested on his stomach, and twisted slightly to look back at her. Their eyes met.

“What were you saying earlier?” he asked softly.

Geeta’s lips curved. “I was angry at first… but then it felt good.”

In one smooth motion he drew her forward, laid her down on the bed, and climbed over her. His lips found the delicate skin of her neck.

“Mmm… you got angry because I told them, didn’t you?” he murmured against her pulse.

“You told them even though we agreed—no one should know about us.”

“I couldn’t help it… Chandu asked, and the words just came out. But no one else knows, right?”

Geeta’s hand slid down, fingers curling around his still-hard length, guiding it with practiced ease. She spoke against his shoulder.

“For him it goes soft the moment it’s over once. Yours… stays ready for so long. He’s always in such a hurry.”

Bharath gave a small, self-conscious laugh. “In most stories the hero is just a machine—people don’t bother with the logic. But this is one of haran000’s stories… Here there’s logic. I play badminton seriously. At the institute they drilled strength training and breathing control into us. If you learn to control your breath, keep calm, not get overly excited too soon—”

Geeta cut him off, sealing his mouth with a deep, hungry kiss.

“I don’t need your lecture,” she breathed when they parted. “Just get me back in the mood… and fuck me again.”

Bharath pulled back a little, sheepish. “Miss… I need some water. Could you bring some?”

“Okay, wait.”

The moment Geeta stepped out of the room, Bharath leaned back against the headboard, grabbed his phone, and quickly opened Chandana’s chat.

**Bharath:** Hey sorry, didn’t see your message earlier  
**Chandu:** It’s okay, we were the ones who disturbed you.(shy emoji)
**Bharath:** Hmm… did you see what you asked for?  
**Chandu:** Miss is enjoying it a lot. I don’t have that luck. 
**Bharath:** Stay like a kid, little girl  
**Chandu:** Aha… but you come to my sister’s room. Do you love me or her? Angry emoji 
**Bharath:** Love for you, lust for her  
**Chandu:** shy emoji
**Bharath:** Why did you call her ‘cheating wife’ in the middle of it?  
**Chandu:** It just slipped out in the flow… Did Miss get angry?  
**Bharath:** She didn’t say anything  
**Chandu:** Okay… bye  
**Bharath:** Yeah… bye

The door opened again. Geeta walked in holding a chilled water bottle. Bharath took it, drank a few swallows, set it on the side table, and tugged her hand.

She tumbled laughing into his lap.

He kissed her temple, brushed the stray strands of hair from her face.

“Did Sir ask anything?” he asked quietly.

Geeta settled comfortably, legs dbangd across his thighs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his chin.

“No. He’s still outside—on a call.”

Bharath sighed. “Miss… I’m feeling sleepy.”

Geeta laughed, eyes sparkling. “Abba… are you really sleepy already?”

“Might be the flight. I’m feeling it now.”

“You were perfectly fine until a few minutes ago.”

“Miss… you’ll stay with me all night, right?”

“Mm. I will.”

“I want to sleep with you.”

“Hey puppy… already calling it a night?” she teased.

Instead of answering, he gently leaned her backward, slid down a little, and buried his face between her breasts. The familiar jasmine scent of her skin filled his lungs. His beard scbangd lightly against the soft flesh, drawing a long, involuntary shiver from her.

“Miss… put your leg over me.”

Geeta immediately hooked her left leg across his hip and pulled him closer. His still-warm erection nestled between her thighs as his arm circled her waist, holding her tight.

“Miss, you said your back was hurting earlier… is it better now?”

The question hung between innocence and mischief. Geeta couldn’t quite tell which.

“It’s nothing, really,” she murmured.

“Does it hurt when we do the… fucking?”

She laughed softly to herself. “I just said it casually…”

“Miss, you know I won’t force you if you don’t want to, right?”

“Then why did you grab my hair and push it into my mouth earlier?”

Bharath lifted his head, looking straight into her eyes.

“I won’t do it again.”

Geeta bit her lower lip, suddenly shy. “It’s… hard to take the whole thing, you know.”

“Mm. I just… felt like putting it there.”

“I understand. But instead of my mouth… you can do it down there.”

He shifted upward and kissed the tip of her nose.

“How is it when I lick you?”

She lowered her lashes. “In the beginning, when you first said you’d do it, I thought it was gross… Now I like it. A lot.”

“Just like how it feels for you… it feels the same for me when you suck.”

His thumb traced the fullness of her lower lip.

“I told you—every single day in class, I used to stare at these lips and imagine exactly that.”

Geeta’s cheeks warmed. “Do you know how embarrassing it felt? I kept thinking, ‘I’m your teacher… what kind of filthy thoughts are these while I’m teaching?’”

He pinched the soft fold of her waist and kissed her cheek.

“Miss, honestly… I imagined so many things. I always wanted to be the ‘good student.’ But after coming to your house for tuition and seeing this waist… I got completely spoilt.”

“What else…?” she asked, blushing, secretly pleased.

“That day you took off your dupatta on purpose, didn’t you?”

“No.”

He pinched again.

“Ah… ouch!”

“Truth.”

“…Mm. Yes.”

“Why didn’t you scold me during hide-and-seek?”

“You never listened. Do you know how strange and new it felt for me?”

“But why didn’t you scold me?”

“Because… I liked everything you did. Even when you kissed me, I felt like I was doing something terribly wrong… but I like you. Saying it like this is wrong, but…!”

“Say it like what?”

Geeta cupped his cheek, eyes searching his. “Do you think one person can love two people?”

Bharath hesitated. “I don’t know… I like both you and Chandana.”

“Is it only ‘like’ for me?”

“No… I like you a lot. A lot. More than Chandu.”

“Then will you leave Chandu?”

The question hung heavy. He couldn’t answer right away.

Geeta pressed on quietly. “If Chandu tells you to leave me… will you leave me?”

Bharath stared at the ceiling for a long moment before speaking, voice low.

“Miss… we can’t be together forever, can we…?”

The words stung. When he looked at her again, she turned her face away completely.

He kissed the shell of her ear. “Miss, I love you enough that I want to marry you… but we can’t.”

“Mm.”

“I should have been born twelve years earlier. Then I could have met you properly.”

Geeta whipped back around and pressed her palm over his mouth.

“Enough,” she whispered, voice cracking just a little. “Leave this subject.”

Bharath leaned in and kissed her lips with slow, reverent tenderness.

“Even if we never get married,” he murmured against her mouth, “so what? Right now, I’m your second husband, Geeta. I won’t sleep tonight without fucking your pussy.”

Geeta burst into laughter, half-embarrassed, half-scandalized. “You crazy boy—chi! This is exactly why I said I don’t want these crude words.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined our wedding night?” he asked, voice dropping lower. “You in that heavy wedding saree… the moment you step into the bedroom after the rituals…”

Geeta quickly pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t. I’ll blush to death.”

He kissed the pad of her finger instead, and when she turned her face away in mock protest, he continued anyway.

“Listen, I’ll tell you.”

“Mm…” She bit her lower lip, cheeks already warming.

Bharath brushed the loose strands of hair from her face, then stroked her cheek with the side of his thumb.

“First, I’ll praise you for a long time.”

“As what?” she asked, curious despite herself.

He paused, thinking for three deliberate seconds, then began in a soft, almost musical cadence:

“You are the moon that slipped down from the clouds just for me.
You are the moonlight that filled my empty evenings with our friendship.
You are the parrot who gave stolen kisses in playful mischief.
You are the cuckoo who shaped me with every lesson you taught.”

Geeta’s hand flew to cover his mouth again, stopping the flow of words.

We might lose our first love, but the heart keeps searching for that same love, doesn’t it? 

Perhaps, in this stolen moment, Geeta was searching for it once more—through Bharath.

“Enough,” she whispered.

“Was it good?” he asked, eyes hopeful.

“Mm.”

“After that… a kiss.”

“Mm.”

“Not just ‘mm’—give me a real kiss.”

She leaned forward and kissed him properly, soft and lingering.

Bharath lifted his head and pressed his lips to the delicate shell of her ear.

“First, I’ll take off your earrings… and kiss your ears like this.”

“Mm…”

“Then your face.”

He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, the curve of her cheek. Geeta’s smile was small and private.

“Then?” she prompted.

“You’ll feel shy.”

She giggled.

“Then I’ll lift your face… and look straight into your eyes.”

As he spoke, he gently tilted her chin with one finger until their gazes locked—raw desire shimmering between them. Their lips met again, deeper this time.

While they kissed, he eased her onto her back, climbing over her once more. His mouth moved to her neck.

“Mmm…”

“Ah…”

“I’ll take off every piece of jewelry on your neck,” he continued, voice husky, “and give a kiss for each one. Mmm… mmm… mmm…”

Each soft sound was punctuated by a warm, deliberate kiss along the column of her throat.

His right hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing into the soft fold just above her hip.

“Mmm…!”

“Then the saree pallu gets in the way. I’ll push it aside.”

“There’s a pin,” she reminded him breathlessly.

“I don’t care if the blouse tears. I’ll rip it open… and bury my face between your breasts.”

True to the fantasy, he pressed his face into her cleavage and kissed the warm skin there.

“Sss…!”

“I’ll slide your bra down… and kiss the little mole beside your nipple.”

He squeezed one breast gently, then found the tiny mark and licked it slowly. Pleasure arrowed through Geeta’s body; she moaned aloud, “Ah…!”

“Mmm… mmm… mmm…”

“Mm… what else?” she asked, voice trembling.

“I’ll unhook the bra…” 

Even as he spoke, he drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked, slow and deep.

“Ah…!”

Geeta’s eyes fluttered shut. Her fingers threaded into his hair, clutching tight.

He released her breast and trailed kisses lower, down the soft plane of her stomach.

“I’ll kiss your waist… but your navel stays hidden. You always tie the saree right over it.”

Geeta smiled up at him, eyes dancing. “No… for you, I’ll tie it below the navel.”

“Then it’s perfect.”

He lowered his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her navel, fingers squeezing the flesh on either side of her waist.

“Mm…!” She writhed beneath him, caught between ticklish delight and rising heat.

“I’ll pull the pallu and unwrap the saree completely.”

“Hmm…”

“And I’ll take off my pancha and throw it away too,” he added, rising to his knees with a wicked grin.

Geeta’s cheeks bloomed the color of fresh henna. She covered her face with both hands, suddenly shy.

“Chi… so fast?”

“Haha, Miss… now you’ll turn away, feeling all bashful.”

Still laughing softly, she sat up and turned her back to him, offering the smooth, elegant line of her spine.

Bharath moved in close behind her, chest brushing her shoulders. He kissed the nape of her neck, then leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

“Then I’ll kiss this mole.”

“Mm…” Her voice was barely audible.

He bent and found the small, dark mole on her right shoulder blade. He kissed it gently, then gave the surrounding skin a soft nip.

“Mm… no…” Geeta arched instinctively, a shiver running through her entire body.

[Haran000]

Bharath’s hands fumbled along the smooth expanse of Geeta’s back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine as her body quivered beneath his touch. His palms slid downward, leaving the creamy softness of her waist, then forward until his fingers found the tender flesh just below her navel. He squeezed gently.


“Aaah…!” The sound escaped her lips, sharp and sweet.

“I’m going to untie your skirt and pull it down,” he whispered against her ear.

Geeta laughed softly, breathless. “When I tell you to study, you never listen… but you seem to know everything about women’s clothes, you naughty boy.”

Even as the words left her mouth, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. With gentle insistence he guided her down until she was kneeling on the mattress. Then he pressed himself close, the hard, throbbing length of him nestling firmly against the curve of her buttocks.

He inhaled deeply at the nape of her neck, breathing in the lingering jasmine and the warmer, more intimate scent of her skin.

“Miss… bend over.”

The command was new—quiet, firm, laced with a hunger she hadn’t heard from him before. A sudden shiver raced through Geeta’s entire body.

“Uhu… why…?” She twisted slightly to look back at him, eyes wide.

Instead of answering with words, he kissed her again, slow and deep. When he drew back he murmured, “Miss, let’s do it like this.”

Panic flickered in Geeta’s gaze, but beneath it something hotter, more reckless, was already rising.

“Uhu… no…” she protested faintly, even as she reached behind her, fingers finding his hair, pulling him close enough to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“It’s supposed to be good, Miss,” he coaxed. “Everyone says so.”

“Uhu… you still haven’t told me what else you’re going to do.”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.” His voice dropped lower. “Miss… bend over.”

“I’ve never done it like that, dear.”

“That’s exactly why we should do it now.”

His left hand slid up to cup and squeeze her breast, while his right settled lightly at the back of her neck. With steady, gentle pressure he urged her forward.

Geeta’s greatest weakness had always been this: she could never truly refuse him.

Silently, she bent.

Bharath followed her down, lips brushing reverent kisses across the cotton-soft whiteness of her buttocks. Each warm press of his mouth stoked the growing fire between her thighs until she felt herself growing restless, impatient. The need was sharp now—the “thorn” had to find the waiting petals soon.

Unable to turn and see what he was doing, every new touch sent a thread of anxious anticipation through her. Then, suddenly, her whole body jolted.

“Isss… haah…”

Bharath had buried his face between the soft globes of her backside. His nose brushed sensitive skin; his lips found the steaming heat of her vulva and kissed it tenderly before his tongue followed, tasting her slowly.

“Ah…!”

He pressed deeper, sliding his tongue along the vertical seam, coaxing her open. At the same time he gently straightened her left leg, adjusting the angle until her most private place flowered wider for him.

Geeta reached back, desperate to thread her fingers into his hair, but he was too far. Instead he caught her long hair in his fist, tugged her head back just enough, and claimed her mouth in a fierce, upside-down kiss. When they broke apart she looked up into his eyes—half trepidation, half surrender.

With his free hand he guided himself, rubbing the swollen head of his member along her slick folds. 



Geeta bit her lower lip hard as electricity shot through her core, swallowing the moan that tried to escape.

“Mmm… gently, please.”

“Yes, Miss… stay just like this…”

Even as he promised, he shifted his grip to her waist, pushed her hips forward slightly, and began the slow, inexorable slide inside her.

The first thick inch stretched her deliciously. Then more. Then all of him.

Geeta’s fingers scrabbled at the mattress. The pleasure was edged with a bright sting of pain; she lost her balance entirely and pitched forward onto her forearms with a loud, broken cry.

“Aaaa… Amma…!”

The raw sound startled Bharath. He froze, buried deep, every muscle in his body suddenly rigid with concern.


The room hung heavy with the ripe, intimate perfume of their bodies—salt-slick sweat, the faint musk of arousal, the sweet-sharp tang of Geetha’s juices that coated the air like summer rain on warm skin.

Bharat’s voice came low, gravel-rough against the shell of her ear.  
“Miss… will the sound go outside the room?”

Geetha answered with a small, wet hiccup of a sob, her throat already raw. “Ah… I told you to be gentle, you rascal… you never listen.”

He answered by digging strong fingers into the plush give of her hip, the skin there already flushed hot and damp. With his other hand he gathered a thick fistful of her long black hair—and yanked her upright. 

The sudden pull made her scalp sing with bright pinpricks of pain-pleasure. Then he sealed his mouth over hers, tongue sweeping deep, possessive, stealing her breath until she whimpered into the kiss.

“Um… don’t push so hard… I can’t take it,” she managed when he finally let her up for air, lips swollen and shining.

“I’ll do it slowly, hmm…” The promise sounded half-lie already, wrapped in that boyish, hungry rasp.

He guided her forward again until her palms sank into the damp, wrinkled cotton of the mattress. The sheet was already soaked in patches beneath her knees, cool against her overheated skin. One broad hand braced her hip while the other guided him back inside her—slow at first, the thick head parting her swollen folds with a slick, audible glide that made them both shudder. Then he pushed deeper, and Geetha felt every ridged inch stretch her open again, the burn of it mingling with a blooming, liquid heat that dripped down the insides of her thighs in warm, tickling rivulets.

“Ah…!”

“Haa…”

The wet, rhythmic sucking sound of their joining grew louder with each thrust; her arousal coated him so thoroughly that every withdrawal left glistening strands stretching between them like molten sugar. 

The first sharp sting was fading now, replaced by a deep, narcotic warmth that spread through her pelvis, making her toes curl against the sheet and her spine arch like a drawn bow.

Bharat felt the change—the way her inner walls fluttered and softened around him—and his hips answered instinctively, snapping faster. When he finally sank to the hilt and his pelvis slapped flush against the high, rounded swell of her backside, the impact sent a bright ripple through her whole body. 

She gasped, intoxicated, drunk on the sudden fullness that pressed against every sensitive place inside her at once.

“Ah ah—slowly… all of yours won’t go…”

“Mmm,” he grunted, but his hands were already kneading the soft flesh of her buttocks, thumbs spreading her wider so he could watch himself disappear inside her again and again, the sight making his breath hitch audibly.

“Aaah… ah abba, just like that…”

“Ha… ha… Miss, your asscheeks are so good—so soft, so high. Abba, once it’s inside I can’t even see it anymore…” He pulled out completely for a heartbeat, letting cool air kiss the slick, flushed skin between them.

The sudden emptiness was cruel. Geetha felt it like a hook tugging at every nerve; without thought she pushed back, hips rolling in needy little circles, chasing him. 

A thin, silvery bridge of arousal stretched and snapped between the glistening head of his cock and her clitoral bud pulsing entrance.

She turned her head weakly over her shoulder, eyes glassy, pupils blown wide. Bharat dragged the hot, slippery length of himself along her folds—bottom to top, slow and deliberate—torturing them both until she was trembling, thighs quaking.

“Ah—don’t rub it like that, it’s driving me crazy… put it back in.”

“Abba, Miss… when you beg like that, I lose my mind even more,” he groaned. 

Then, he pressed forward in one smooth, deep stroke, filling her so completely she laughed—a soft, broken sound of pure, overwhelmed pleasure that vibrated through both their bodies.

“Ah mm…”

He began to rock again, steady and relentless, the bed creaking beneath them in time with each thrust. The fan stirred the scent of sex higher—musk, salt, the faint metallic note of sweat.

“Haah… Miss…”

“Mm… don’t stop. Not at all.”

“I won’t stop. Not at all.”

His left hand clamped around her waist, fingers sinking into soft flesh; the right returned to her hair, twisting the damp strands and drawing her torso up in a shallow, straining arch that made her boobs sway heavily beneath her.

“Let go of the hair,” she gasped.

“Miss, women grow long hair exactly so it can be held like this while they’re being in fuck.”

“Um… you think everything exists for that.”

The pace climbed. Each thrust landed harder, faster. The wet slap of skin on skin rang out, underscored by the heavy, rhythmic smack of his sac against the sensitive skin below her buttocks. Sweat beaded along her spine, trickled down the valley between her boobs, dripped from the tips of her hair onto the sheet.

“Ah—slowly—”

“Uhu….”

He was pounding into her now, relentless. Geetha’s pleasure crested sharply; she felt the hot rush of nectar spill again, coating them both, running in warm streams down her shaking thighs. Her knees gave out; she collapsed forward onto her forearms, eyes squeezed shut, breathing in shattered, sobbing gasps that tasted of salt and cotton.

Bharat followed her down, chest plastered to her slick spine, lips finding the salty curve of her neck, teeth grazing skin as he stayed buried deep.

“Miss… okay?” he panted against her ear, breath hot and ragged.

“Hmm…”

But he wasn’t finished. Gripping her hair in both fists now, he began again—slow at first, then quickly building back to punishing speed. The bedframe rattled against the wall; the headboard knocked in soft, insistent protest.

“Ah…!”

“Miss, I should hold your hair and fuck you like this every single day. Abba… this is insane.”

“Ah—not insane, you donkey… mm… slow down.”

“Aha… Miss, I have to swing while holding your hair.”

The force of his thrusts pushed her forward across the mattress; he yanked her back by the hair and slammed home again. The sharp impact sent a bright, electric pang through her lower belly.

“Amma… you’re killing me.”

“Don’t move forward.”

“Ah—you’re the one pushing—”

He tugged her head back harder, kissed the delicate shell of her ear, hot breath fanning across damp skin. She squirmed, moaning into the mattress, the cotton growing damp beneath her open mouth.

“Stay up… don’t sink down.”

“Umm… I can’t—stop—”

“It’s almost over, Miss…”

One hand still tangled in her hair, the other clamped on her waist, he rode her in long, powerful strokes—like breaking a horse. 

Sweat poured off them both; the unmistakable *thwap-thwap* of thigh against ass echoed off the walls, mingling with the low creak of springs and her broken, sobbing moans.

“Ch… mm… Miss, the way you scream… it’s so fucking good…”

He drove deeper, grinding against the sensitive ridge inside her that made her whole body seize, inner walls fluttering wildly around him.

“Ah ah… you’re pounding me, you rascal—stop it…!”

“Ha… just a little more—just a little—uff…”

The sheets were hopelessly twisted, soaked, bunched beneath their knees.

When he finally released her hair, Geetha dropped forward immediately, face buried in the pillow. Bharat spread her thighs wider with rough palms, gripped her waist in both hands, and fucked her with single-minded ferocity—the wet, filthy sounds obscene in the humid room.

Her throat was raw, voice hoarse and cracked.

“Aaaaa… mm…”

“Ssh… ha… Miss…”

She reached back blindly, fingers trembling. “Amma… stop—ah ah—”

“What stop, Miss… Abba, we should just keep fucking like this forever.”

“Ah—you’re killing me… please—slowly—”

“Yes… h… it’s coming—ah Miss…”

“Aa… mm… fuck.”

The last strokes were brutal. Geetha shattered again, collapsing completely this time, face pressed deep into the pillow, biting fabric to muffle the raw, keening cries as she pulsed around him, hot nectar flooding out in rhythmic waves.

Bharat didn’t stop. He took her boneless surrender and chased his own end with savage snaps of his hips. Finally, with a guttural groan that vibrated through her back, he wrenched himself free—“puchuk”—and spilled thick, hot semen across the small of her back, the warm splatter making her shiver. The sperm swam down her buttery curves.




They collapsed in a sweaty, trembling heap, chests heaving, the air so thick with their mingled scent it felt like drowning.

Geetha found her voice first, weak and fond. “Umph… you never listen. Mad dog. Monster…”

She tried to swat him, but the motion was feeble, her limbs heavy with afterglow. Bharat gathered her from behind, kissed the salty skin between her shoulder blades, tasting the sharp tang of her sweat.

“Miss, turn this way. I’m sleepy.”

“Go away… stupid…” she muttered, but there was no heat in it. A moment later she turned, thumping his chest lightly, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath slick skin.

He grinned, catching her hand and pressing a kiss to the knuckles. “Forgive your villain, Madam. Your beauty, your screams—I couldn’t hold back. Punish me however you like… but please turn around and sleep with me.”

She smiled secretly into the dark, then let him pull her close, bodies slotting together like puzzle pieces, skin still fever-hot.

“If you’re like this now… then later…?”

“Hmm… later…?” He kissed her slowly, deeply, tasting sex.

“You’re still a boy. In a few more years…”

“You’ll leave me after these four days, won’t you?”

The words landed like stones in still water. Geetha went still, breath catching.

“You heard us?”, she questioned doubting.

“Will you really leave me, Miss?”

She couldn’t answer. Her head dropped against his chest, listening to the slowing thunder of his heart.

He drew her into his lap, arms tight around her sweat-slick waist. “Convince him we only did orals. Please.”

“Mm…” She hid her face against him, the lie sitting heavy between their pounding hearts.

“Miss. We have to meet. Don’t leave me. Anywhere. Let’s meet whenever we can.”

Silence, broken only by the slow whir of the fan and the wet sound of their breathing.

“Is that it? You’ll really leave?”, Bharath argued.

She wrapped her arms around him fiercely, nails digging into his back.

“Uhu… I want you. I’ll bend for you any number of times… but without going against his words…!”

“We can meet in OYOs, hotels—anywhere in the city.”

“What if someone we know sees?”

“Then the hillock in my village. No one goes there. Just us. But we meet, Miss. At least once every three months.”

“Three months?” She laughed softly, disbelieving, the sound muffled against his throat. “puppy… I want you once every three days.”

“It’s hard, Miss… college hostel…”

“Whenever we meet, take me exactly like this.”

“Yes, Miss. However we want. Without Gautham garu ever knowing. Please don’t say no.”

“I’ll try.”

He caught her lower lip between his teeth, kissed her with bruising tenderness, tasting the faint copper of where she’d bitten herself earlier.

“Keep me with you. Even if I get married someday… I’ll still keep you.”

“Um…”

“Um… I’m going to sleep now.”

He buried his face between her breasts like a boy seeking comfort, inhaling the warm, intimate scent of her skin. Geetha stroked his damp hair once, twice, fingers trembling.

“Sleep.”

No blanket covered them. Only each other.
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To be continued………………..

[Haran000]

Wish you a 

Happy New Year 

2026

Ammu

[Kore shivkant]

Wish you a 

Happy New Year 

2026

Ammu

Happy new year.......

[Kore shivkant]

I couldn't stop reading.......great work haran.....the way bharath takes control of her is awesome......now geetha is for Bharath not gautam because she openly accepted that she wants bharath for 3 days once.......... waiting for the next update......the way bharath explains his first time dream with geetha is a great......

[yenjvoy]

Ammu AA gayi to Chandu ka Kya Hoga?

Also, it's not physically possible to shave a woman when she is standing up. ?

[priyad2000]

aammaaaaa... it was soo nice thanks

[Devraj048]

Wow what a hot update... Too good... Please add more conversation of bharth and geetha bw before and after sex....

[Haran000]

I couldn't stop reading.......great work haran.....the way bharath takes control of her is awesome......now geetha is for Bharath not gautam because she openly accepted that she wants bharath for 3 days once.......... waiting for the next update......the way bharath explains his first time dream with geetha is a great......

Ammu AA gayi to Chandu ka Kya Hoga?

Also, it's not physically possible to shave a woman when she is standing up. ?

aammaaaaa... it was soo nice thanks

Wow what a hot update... Too good... Please add more conversation of bharth and geetha bw before and after sex....

Thanks guys.

[marcjstn]

my hand hurts ;)

[Arul Pragasam]

Great update

[Haran000]

my hand hurts ;)

Mine too

Great update

[Kore shivkant]

Waiting for the next update.....

[Bigil]

Fantastic, she wants him every three days and wants to be treated like a slut. poor husband should know his place now.

[Demeter]

I am constantly amazed by the numerous comments in which people see Gautam as a failure, a good-for-nothing and not man enough. 
Furthermore, he is to be humiliated and destroyed by Geetha and the ‘boy’ Bharath.

At this point, it would be appropriate to make a point!

‘Without!’ Gautam's permission and grace, neither Geetha nor the ‘boy’ Bharath can move or breathe freely!
He, Gautam, is the one who creates the space for his wife Geetha to develop and the situations for her to exercise and enjoy her freedoms.
He could and would put an end to it ‘forever’ immediately. 
Geetha is well aware that she owes the freedoms she enjoys solely to Gautam.
Gautam's wish for his wife is to grant her more freedom and development within the scope of the opportunities that he himself has experienced with his boss and will continue to experience in the future...
Bharath can only move freely within the 'limits' that Gautam allows and sets for him – not a step further!

If that boundary were to be crossed, both Geetha and the ‘boy’ Bharath would ultimately suffer a considerable loss.
Geetha will never take that risk because she loves and honours Gautam too much and fears the consequences that would inevitably ensue!

I wish you all a healthy, happy and successful New Year!

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Demeter

[Bigil]

Hi Demeter,

Geeta does not need permission or freedom from Gautam. She is not a village girl who solely depend for everything on her husband. Geeta is independent, educated and she has her own freedom to do anything. She is married to a senior citizen for whom she has to give respect and that is the problem here. ha ha .

[Haran000]

I am constantly amazed by the numerous comments in which people see Gautam as a failure, a good-for-nothing and not man enough. 
Furthermore, he is to be humiliated and destroyed by Geetha and the ‘boy’ Bharath.

At this point, it would be appropriate to make a point!

‘Without!’ Gautam's permission and grace, neither Geetha nor the ‘boy’ Bharath can move or breathe freely!
He, Gautam, is the one who creates the space for his wife Geetha to develop and the situations for her to exercise and enjoy her freedoms.
He could and would put an end to it ‘forever’ immediately. 
Geetha is well aware that she owes the freedoms she enjoys solely to Gautam.
Gautam's wish for his wife is to grant her more freedom and development within the scope of the opportunities that he himself has experienced with his boss and will continue to experience in the future...
Bharath can only move freely within the 'limits' that Gautam allows and sets for him – not a step further!

If that boundary were to be crossed, both Geetha and the ‘boy’ Bharath would ultimately suffer a considerable loss.
Geetha will never take that risk because she loves and honours Gautam too much and fears the consequences that would inevitably ensue!

I wish you all a healthy, happy and successful New Year!

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Demeter

Hai mr.Demeter, you studied Goutham well, in the way I portrayed him through my narration.

Hi Demeter,

Geeta does not need permission or freedom from Gautam. She is not a village girl who solely depend for everything on her husband. Geeta is independent, educated and she has her own freedom to do anything. She is married to a senior citizen for whom she has to give respect and that is the problem here. ha ha .

Hai mr.Bigil, your point is also correct, Geetha is not a village woman and she is liberal of her knowledge and thought. That doesn’t mean goutham will be weak. In fact I portrayed him as strong enough as a gentleman in career. Only thing with him is he can’t satisfy a woman with his hasty dick. Remember he managed to get a sexy milf boss kneel before him.

I’m not against both of your opinions.



Thank you both for reading and appreciating my writings. Also read my other stories available in English. Hope you like them too.

[Haran000]

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