Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

The black Volkswagen Jetta glided to a halt before the Blanche Salle D’événements, its sleek frame gleaming under the amber glow of the estate. It was a grand French mansion that seemed to breathe the history of Quebec, illuminated by lamps that cast a warm, 18th-century radiance over the arriving guests.


When the car stopped, the back door swung open. Geetha stepped out first, her fingers delicately bunching the silk of her saree to keep the hem from brushing the pavement. From the opposite side, Bharath emerged, his eyes narrowing as he instinctively scanned the perimeter of the sprawling grounds.

A valet appeared as Gautam climbed out from the driver’s seat. Handing over the keys, Gautam retrieved a lush bouquet of pink tulips from the passenger side. Geetha, wide-eyed and navigating the unfamiliar air of a foreign high society, reached out and tucked her hand into the crook of her husband’s arm. Gautam responded by drawing her closer, his left arm settling firmly around her waist.
Their path was marked by a hand-painted sign: “Bienvenue à la célébration de l’anniversaire d’Karla.”

Bharath stopped dead in his tracks, leaning in to squint at the script. "What is this, sir?" he muttered, a hint of frustration in his voice. "I can’t understand the English."

"That’s because it’s French," Gautam replied with a faint smile. "It means, ‘Welcome to Karla’s birthday celebration.’"

Before they could proceed, a tall, dark-complexioned man detached himself from a nearby group. He approached with an easy elegance, extending a hand to Gautam. "Bonsoir," he greeted.

"Merci aussi," Gautam replied smoothly, shaking the man's hand.
Beside him, Geetha and Bharath stood like statues of polite confusion. They offered stiff, rehearsed smiles, their silence heavy with the realization that they were effectively deaf to the world around them. The man turned his gaze toward Geetha, his expression softening into one of genuine appreciation.

"C’est ta femme? Elle est très belle," he remarked to Gautam.
Unsure of the words but sensing the attention, Geetha gave a small, tentative wave and a bright smile.

"Merci... Merci..." Gautam nodded, acknowledging the compliment before the man bowed slightly and moved on toward the entrance.
"He was looking at me and saying something," Geetha whispered the moment he was out of earshot. "I didn't know how to respond."

"He asked if you were my wife and said you are beautiful," Gautam translated, looking down at her. "I told him thank you."

Bharath let out a heavy sigh, adjusting his collar. "What’s with the French in Canada, sir?"

"Quebec was once a French colony, Bharath. It’s the primary language here."

"I barely manage with 'Yeah' and 'Okay' in English," Bharath grumbled, shaking his head. "But this 'Merci Aussi' is going to be tough."

Geetha’s anxiety broke into a sudden peal of laughter. Gautam joined her, patting Bharath on the shoulder. "We’ll manage somehow. Half of my staff speaks English anyway."

"Hmm..." Bharath didn't look entirely convinced, but he followed them as they crossed the threshold.

As they stepped into the old Quebec estate, they weren't met with the typical noise of a party, but rather a soul-stirring fragrance. It was a magnificent blend of fresh Balsam Fir and sweet maple sugar. The air in the hall reflected a distinct Canadian style along with generations of inherited wealth.

Geetha paused, looking at the "Chateau Chic" decor in awe. The lighting wasn't just providing brightness; it was creating magic. Overhead, thousands of tiny lights were encased in handcrafted glass spheres. Hanging at different heights, they created the illusion of snowflakes frozen mid-air. There were no gaudy colors or typical birthday fuss. Instead, the room was filled with a "Midnight in the Forest" theme. Tables were covered in deep blue fabrics, adorned with silver-painted pine cones and white decorations that looked like real snow.

In the center of the hall, a life-sized caribou statue carved from a single block of ice caught everyone's attention. It was a masterpiece. Its majestic antlers were used as stands to hold glasses of elderflower mocktails.

The social atmosphere was as noble as the decor. The low-toned conversations of Quebec City’s elite mingled with the clinking of expensive crystal glasses to create a strange rhythm. In a corner stone hearth, a cellist played music that added a calm and highly respectful ambiance to the room.

The AI gave such a grand description when I asked for a Canadian party. In reality, there aren't even a hundred people here. It's a small party with only key guests invited.

The gala was a tapestry of floral arrangements and soft violin strings, but for those seated at the corner table, the air was thick with a different kind of tension. 

Evelyn stood at the center of the decorated section, flanked by her husband, Alfredo Hedge, and their young daughter, Karla. At twenty-two, Evelyn possessed a radiant, youthful glow that seemed at odds with the mature poise of a hostess.



As she spotted Gautam and Geetha, she broke away from her family and glided toward them. From a few paces back, Bharath watched her every movement with predatory intensity. To his eyes, she was a forty-year-old Western beauty—a masterpiece of grace that commanded his absolute attention.

"Oh my god... you're so beautiful, Geetha!" Evelyn exclaimed, her smile enthusiastic as she pulled Geetha into a warm embrace. She leaned in, pressing a light peck onto Geetha’s cheek.

Unaccustomed to such forward Western greetings, Geetha stiffened slightly, her face flushing. "Thank you," she managed, her voice small.

Bharath, watching from the sidelines, felt a surge of heat. The sight of Geetha’s saree pressed against the fine fabric of Evelyn’s dress as they hugged was an image that fueled his hidden, wandering desires.

Evelyn released her and turned to Gautam, wrapping him in a hug as well. "Merci d’être venus," she said softly.

"It’s better we stick to English," Gautam replied with a knowing smirk.

Evelyn let out a melodic laugh. "Okay, sure." Her gaze then shifted to the young man standing awkwardly nearby. Bharath met her eyes, his usual bravado faltering into a slight hesitation. Pointing a slender finger, she tilted her head. "Bhaarath, right?"

Both Geetha and Bharath were caught off guard. "Bharath, madam... it’s Bharath," he stuttered, his face warming.

"Yeah, Gautam told me about you," Evelyn said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Such a handsome boy."

The compliment left Bharath uncharacteristically shy, while Geetha shot him a playful, teasing look. Evelyn didn't linger; she gestured toward the decorations. "Come, I will introduce my family."

The introductions were polite and brief. They wished young Karla well and presented the bouquet, the formalities a stark contrast to the simmering subtext of the evening.

As the trio settled at their dining table, the atmosphere shifted. The eyes of men from several surrounding tables began to drift toward Geetha, drawn by the elegance of her saree and her natural poise. Gautam felt the weight of their stares, a familiar possessiveness tightening in his chest.

Noticing the unwanted attention, Geetha uncomfortably adjusted her pallu over her chest. She looked at Gautam, seeking an escape, but found him wearing a small, provocative smirk. She reached under the table, pinching his arm with a pout that only made him chuckle.
To her right, Bharath was oblivious to the other men. His focus remained fixed on the "other" beauty across the room—Evelyn, who was still busy greeting guests.

"What are you looking at?" Geetha whispered sharply.

"The mother is sexier than the daughter, isn't she?" Bharath replied without blinking.

Geetha’s brow furrowed. "Don't you have any other thoughts?"

"It’s not wrong to have desires, is it, Miss?"

"That’s not desire," Geetha corrected him, her voice dropping to a hiss. "That’s lust."

Bharath leaned in closer. "Miss, can I tell you something? Look at Evelyn and then look at her husband. There’s no match at all. He looks like an old man, but she is a sexy milf."

"So what?" Geetha snapped, though her curiosity was piqued despite herself. "And have you no shame talking to me like this?"

"Who else would I talk to if not you?"

Gautam leaned in, interrupting their private exchange. "What are you two whispering about?"

"He says your Evelyn Madam is like a sexy milf," Geetha said bluntly.

Bharath fumbled, his face turning crimson. "No, no, sir..."

"It’s okay," Gautam said, his voice dropping an octave as he smiled naughtily. "Talk in Telugu; no one here understands it. Tell me."

"She is very sexy, sir," Bharath admitted, emboldened by the elder man's tone.

"Right?" Gautam agreed, his eyes wandering toward the hostess. "When I'm at the office, I pass the time just looking at her."

"Oh, so you look at her because our Geetha Miss isn't there?"

Geetha’s eyes narrowed. She remembered the rumors of Gautam’s past involvement with Evelyn, and the comment stung.

"What can I do?" Gautam shrugged playfully. "That's how men are born."

"Chi, stop it," Geetha groaned. "I never thought you both were like this. You lustful men."

"But Miss," Bharath added, his voice dropping into a smooth compliment, "they are nothing compared to your beauty."

"That’s true, my sweety," Gautam added, catching her hand. Geetha turned away, blushing despite her annoyance.

"But your sister Sindhu, Miss..." Bharath sighed. "Uff."

Gautam burst out laughing. "Hahaha... true."

Geetha pinched Gautam again, harder this time. "Then you should have married her when the proposal came. Why did you marry me?"

Gautam leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Because I like you... that's why I left Sindhu for Shiva."

"Ugh... not in public," she whispered, pushing him away by his chin, though a small smile played on her lips.

The arrival of an attendant broke the moment. "Monsieur Gautam... whiskey or rum?"

"Don't," Geetha whispered, a warning in her eyes.

"Whiskey... with ice," Gautam said, pointedly ignoring the plea.

"For you, Madam?" the attendant asked.

"No... thanks for asking."

When the waiter turned to Bharath, the boy shook his head frantically. 

As the gold liquid was poured over ice, the attendant bowed. "Passez une excellente soirée, Monsieur Gautam."

Gautam took a slow, deliberate sip.

"You know I don't like it when you drink while I'm around," Geetha complained.

"It’s a matter of prestige here sweety. Look, even the women are having wine and vodka."

"I don't want anything," she insisted.

Bharath chimed in with a smirk. "Oh please... then why did you come home drunk that day, Miss?"

Gautam’s glass paused halfway to his lips. "Really? Which day?"

"That day I went with Sindhu Akka," Geetha muttered, shooting Bharath a look that promised murder.

"She came to our house that night," Bharath continued, ignoring the warning. "My parents weren't home. She came in drunk and threw me on the bed..."

Geetha’s hand flew out, covering Bharath’s mouth. "Is this necessary now?"

"Hey, what happened?" Gautam asked, leaning forward, clearly enjoying his wife's discomfort. "Let him speak."

"Nothing happened!"

Bharath chuckled behind her palm. She eventually removed her hand, and he didn't miss a beat. "She threw me on the bed and said she wanted to have sex, and that it would be better if Gautam sir was there."

Gautam laughed, a deep, relaxed sound. "Oh, is that all? I was afraid you had done something to the boy."

"Chi, stop!"

"Her breath smelled like vodka when she kissed me," Bharath added, delighting in the chaos.

"You little thief... you didn't tell me this," Gautam teased his wife.

"I did, you probably forgot," Geetha retorted, her face a deep shade of crimson.

Across the room, Evelyn glanced their way. Seeing Bharath’s eyes on her, she playfully raised her eyebrows. Bharath immediately looked down at the tablecloth, the picture of innocence.

"He’s checking out your boss," Geetha noted.

"Hey, don't start any trouble," Gautam warned, though he didn't look truly concerned. He stood up and moved to sit closer to Bharath. 

"Will you have anything to drink?"

"No sir, I haven't made it a habit."

"Why don't you taste it once? The wine here is good."

"Darling... don't spoil him," Geetha interjected.

"I'll order wine, just taste it. Geetha, how about you?"

"If you have one more peg," Geetha said, her voice sharp as glass, "I won't even care that you're my husband, I’m warning you."

Gautam just laughed, pouring himself a second glass.

"Sir," Bharath whispered, his curiosity finally winning out. "Did anything close ever happen between you and Evelyn Madam?"

The table went quiet. Gautam swirled the ice in his glass, his mind racing. Had Geetha told the boy about his affair? Or was this just a lucky guess?

"What do you mean?" Gautam asked slowly. "You suspect I got very close to her?"

"No, no... I just asked casually, sir."

Gautam took a sip, his eyes locking onto Bharath's. "You mean, just like you got close to Geetha when I wasn't there, I got close to her because Geetha wasn't with me?"

Geetha bit her nail, her heart hammering against her ribs. She watched Gautam, wondering if he was about to blow the lid off all their secrets.

"Forgive me sir," Bharath said, sensing the shift in the air. "I just asked for fun."

Gautam let out a sudden, booming laugh, the tension breaking like a snapped string. "Haha, okay. Leaving that aside, tell me what you think of her."

"Oh sir," Bharath quipped, "so you do have a desire for that madam. Did you hear that, Miss? Gautam sir is hiding something."

"Stop it," Geetha pleaded, looking around nervously. "Do you even realize the age difference between you two? Is this the kind of stuff to discuss with a boy, darling? Where are we and what are you talking about?  What if someone hears?"

"The boy is curious; this is the age to learn," Gautam replied, his eyes dancing with mischief. "And after what you've done with him, how can you call him a boy? Tell me Bharath, what do you feel?"

Bharath looked at Gautam, then at the stunning Western woman across the room. "Not in front of you, sir..."

"Come on. There are no secrets between us."

Bharath grinned, his excitement bubbled over. "Local is local, foreign is foreign, sir!"

The two men erupted into hearty laughter, their voices carrying over the violin music. Geetha, finally having had enough of their "men's talk," swung her handbag, hitting them both in exasperation.

"Chi, dirty fellows!" she cried, though a smile threatened to break through her anger. "Men are all the same."

As their laughter echoed, a few heads turned from the neighboring tables, but the three of them didn't seem to notice at all.

Then atmosphere in the grand hall shifted as if by a physical tide. Conversations died mid-sentence, and heads turned in a synchronized wave toward the entrance. Alfredo Hedge moved forward with uncharacteristic haste, his professional composure replaced by the eager gait of a host receiving royalty.

Geetha and Bharath followed the crowd’s gaze. A family was processing down the center of the hall: a man of quiet dignity in a sharp black suit, his mane of white hair lending him an air of silver-screen authority. Beside him, a woman held his arm with practiced grace, and following closely was their son, a young man in his mid-twenties who carried himself with the easy confidence of the well-born.

“Who is he, sir?” Bharath whispered, leaning toward Gautam. “Everyone is looking at him.”

“That is the City Mayor,” Gautam replied, his voice low and respectful. “Chevore Lund Arthur.”

Geetha nodded, impressed. “Oh...”

“Chevore Land?” Bharath repeated, a spark of mischief lighting his eyes.

“No,” Gautam corrected firmly. “Lund.”

A choked sound escaped Bharath’s throat. He ducked behind Geetha, his shoulders shaking as he tried to stifle a giggle.

“Hey, don’t laugh. Stop it,” Gautam hissed, shooting a warning glare.
Bharath clamped a hand over his mouth, his face turning a shade of crimson. “The name ‘Lund’ made me laugh, sorry,” he managed to wheeze. 

 (Note: 'Lund' is a slang term for penis in Hindi/some Indian languages).

As Arthur Lund passed by, nodding to the guests, Gautam stepped forward to offer a deferential greeting. 

“And that’s his son next to him,” Gautam added as they moved past, “Chevore Lund John.”

This was the breaking point. Bharath bit his lip so hard it turned white, his body trembling with the effort of holding back a roar of laughter.

“Bharath, be decent,” Gautam snapped, his voice dropping into a threatening register. “Don’t laugh like a kid at silly jokes.”

“Why on earth are you laughing?” Geetha asked, genuinely confused by the boy's hysterics.

Bharath leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered  “In Hindi, 'Lund' means 'Sulli'."

"What's a 'Sulli'?" Geetha asked innocently.

"The thing you were sucking last night."

Geetha’s eyes widened, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and scandalized realization. “Chi stupid,” she scolded, though her own heart raced. “It’s wrong to think of other languages' words like that. Don't laugh.”

Gautam’s patience had evaporated. “If you laugh one more time, I’m going to go lock you in the car.”

The threat worked. Bharath stiffened, sitting as still as a marble statue, though his eyes remained dancing with repressed mirth.

The evening progressed into the formal ceremonies. The airy notes of a violin ensemble filled the hall with "Happy Birthday," and the cake was cut amidst a flurry of applause. Evelyn Hedge stepped to the podium, her French fluid and melodic.

“The Mayor’s son and Karla were dating,” Gautam translated softly for Geetha. “I think this is the official announcement.”

Evelyn beamed at the crowd. “Our City Mayor Chevore Lund Arthur’s son, Chevore Lund John, and our cutie Karla Hedge will soon be engaged.”

The room erupted. Cheers and the clinking of crystal glasses echoed through the hall. As the crowd transitioned to dinner, Evelyn navigated through the guests and took Geetha’s hand, her touch warm and welcoming. She led Geetha to the dining area, introducing her to the elite circle of women who formed the backbone of the city’s social ladder. Geetha, though lost in the sea of French, maintained a poised smile, her natural grace earning her admiring glances.

Eventually, Evelyn, Karla, and Geetha settled at a private table.

“That boy Bharath,” Evelyn began, switching to English as she glanced toward the buffet. “How is he related to you?”

“He’s not a relative,” Geetha replied. “He’s a student at the college where I work. He’s very friendly.”

“I was so excited when Gautam said you were coming,” Evelyn said, her eyes scanning Geetha’s face with intense curiosity. “Really, Geetha, you are so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Madam.”

Evelyn chuckled. “No, you don’t need to call me Madam. Just be casual.”

As they ate, Evelyn spoke glowingly of Gautam’s impact on the company, labeling him a marketing genius who had catapulted their team to the top. Geetha listened, her pride in her husband warring with a growing sense of unease. “Since Gautam came here, there has been so much development, especially in our team. He’s a marketing strategy specialist. The ideas he provides have brought our team to number one. You are very lucky, Geetha; Gautam is a true gentleman.”

“He told me about you too,” Geetha said. “He said you like Indian movies, songs, and food?”

“Oh, yes,” Evelyn’s eyes lit up. “Since my college days. I’ve always wanted to visit, but life... career, kids... it gets in the way.”

Across the room, Gautam was eating with his team members. He couldn't help but overhear the whispers about his wife's beauty floating through the air. Bharath, having no acquaintances, sat alone, focused intensely on eating whatever he liked to his heart's content.

Geetha kept an eye on Bharath from five tables away to see if he was eating. Feeling her gaze like a needle on his back, Bharath turned around once. Geetha and Evelyn both shared a small smile.

Karla remained silent, her gaze distant, eventually excusing herself to join another table. The atmosphere between the two women shifted, becoming more intimate—and more unsettling.

“Did you ask him to resign?” Evelyn asked suddenly.

Geetha blinked. “No, he told me himself yesterday.”

“He came in this afternoon and said he was going back to India,” Evelyn said, her voice dropping. “He mentioned some other plan... are you planning for pregnancy?”

Geetha felt a heat rise to her cheeks. “I don’t know... we’ll see what he says once we get back.”

“He mentioned he was looking for a donor about ten days ago,” Evelyn remarked casually.

Geetha’s fork paused. “A donor? For what?”

Evelyn’s expression flickered—a momentary lapse of the mask. “Oh, sorry... not a donor. He said something about a plantation.”

“Ah, Bamboo Textiles,” Geetha said, relaxing, missing the way Evelyn’s eyes searched her face for a reaction.

Geetha didn't notice Evelyn's quick subject change.

Evelyn leaned closer. “Gautam told me a bit about this Bharath... says he plays badminton and comes to you for tuition. Have you ever felt... differently about him?”

Geetha played the part of the innocent. “Differently? In what way?”

“You know,” Evelyn whispered, her voice conspiratorial. “Being home alone... having sexual urges. A college boy coming to your house every day...”

“Excuse me... Evelyn Garu,” Geetha said, faking a flash of indignation.

“I’m sorry, I just asked casually,” Evelyn said, squeezing Geetha’s hand in a gesture of faux-solidarity. “I know in India you consider these things wrong. I shouldn’t tell you this, but my husband has sent three or four girls to Gautam some nights. Your husband enjoyed it.”

The revelation hit Geetha like a physical blow, but she didn’t let it show. She kept her voice steady. “It’s different for men. As long as he doesn’t leave me or bring home a second wife, I don’t mind the casual stuff.”

Geetha’s firm stance on giving her husband that freedom surprised Evelyn.

Evelyn’s eyebrows arched in genuine surprise. “You’re strong. Gautam is lucky.”

Inside, Geetha was fuming at Gautam—he had told her about Evelyn, but he hadn't mentioned the other girls. She felt a sudden, sharp desire to lash out, but Evelyn wasn't finished.

She leaned in until her lips were almost touching Geetha’s ear. “If Bharath needs company tonight, ask him,” she whispered. “I’ll come.”


Geetha pulled back, stunned. The audacity of the request left her breathless. “Don’t you feel ashamed, telling me you want him for the night? you're talking like someone who has stooped very low."

“Don’t speak so loudly,” Evelyn replied, a sarcastic, sharp smile playing on her lips. “What does ‘stooping low’ mean? Doing it discreetly is one thing. I have many boys in my company who follow me like dogs, but I want an Indian. It’s an obsession.”

Geetha looked across the room at Bharath, who was happily piled with food, oblivious to the fact that he was being bartered for like a prize. She felt a surge of possessiveness.

‘I knew that if Bharath heard about this, he would say yes.’ 

“No,” Geetha said, her voice like iron. “It’s better if we leave this here.”

The silence that followed was heavy and bitter. 

The dinner ended with polite nods and hollow smiles, but Geetha’s mind was racing. 

No one knew better than Geetha just how much pleasure Evelyn could get from Bharath.

[Haran000]

The narrow road to La Croce twisted through the dense night forest, swallowed by an absolute, velvety blackness. Only the cold pinpricks of northern stars pierced the sky overhead, and the twin beams of the car's headlights carved pale tunnels through the darkness.


Inside the car, silence had reigned since they left the party. Gautam kept both hands steady on the wheel, but his eyes flicked repeatedly to the rearview mirror. In the back seat, Bharath held Geetha's hand tightly, his thumb moving in slow, unconscious circles over her knuckles. Neither had spoken for long minutes.

Then Bharath broke the quiet, voice light and mischievous.

"Repeat 'Miss Lund John' fast."

Geetha turned her face toward him, one eyebrow raised. "Why?"

"Just say it. I'll tell you after."

She sighed, playing along. "Lund John… Lund Ja… Lund Ja… Lund Ja… Lan-ja… Lanja… Chiii!"

(Lanja means slut/whore in Telugu)

The word landed and exploded into laughter. Geetha clapped a hand over her mouth too late; Gautam’s shoulders shook as he tried—and failed—to keep his eyes on the road. All three of them dissolved into helpless, hiccupping giggles that filled the small cabin.

"Dirty mind," Geetha scolded through her laughter, swatting Bharath’s arm. "You filthy boy."

Gautam, still chuckling, managed to say between breaths, "It’s wrong, to make fun of someone’s name like that."

"Just a joke, Sir," Bharath grinned, completely unrepentant.

He fished his phone from his pocket and angled the screen toward Geetha. "Miss, let me show you something."

Before she could protest, his thumbs were already flying across the keyboard. He typed *Lanja* into Google Maps and hit search.

Geetha’s eyes widened as the result loaded: a small coastal town near Ratnagiri, Maharashtra.

"Orey!" She slapped her palm to her forehead and squeezed her eyes shut. "Chi… how do you even know this exists?"

Bharath’s grin turned wicked. "Once Harish and I went on a swear-word treasure hunt. Found all kinds of treasures… hahaha!"

She grabbed the back of his neck and gave him a solid thwack between the shoulder blades. "You boys have zero shame. And now you’re showing me? Crazy idiot."

"Abba, okay, okay—sorry!" He raised both hands in mock surrender. "But look—same sound, completely different meaning. In Hindi, 'lund' means dick. In Maharashtra, Lanja is just a place name. And in Telugu…" He let the implication hang, eyebrows dancing.

"Chi! Enough of your trash talk." Geetha tried to sound stern, but the corners of her mouth kept twitching.

Bharath leaned in, voice dropping to a playful murmur. "Okay… I’ll stop." Instead of retreating, he dipped his face into the curve of her neck and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss there.

Geetha sucked in a soft breath. "Mm… move."

He didn’t. His tongue traced a lazy line along her skin.

She threaded fingers into his hair, half-caressing, half-scolding. "Don’t *lick*—the saliva will stick."

"Your necklace is poking my cheek," he mumbled against her throat.

"You have no sense at all. What is this nonsense in the car? And he’s *right there*—move." She pushed at his shoulder, voice dropping to an urgent whisper.

In the driver’s seat Gautam deliberately turned his face toward the side window, jaw tight.

Bharath pulled back just enough to speak clearly. "Sir, I wish I knew how to drive. Then *I* could sit in front and watch you two romance in the back."

Geetha and Gautam both froze. The casual audacity of the sentence hung in the air like smoke.

Geetha recovered first. She reached over and rapped her knuckles lightly against Bharath’s forehead. "Don’t you have any shame talking to us like that?"

Bharath only grinned wider. "Miss… what happened this morning?"

Geetha’s lips pressed into a thin line. Gautam’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as the memory flickered behind his eyes.

"You’re younger," Gautam said quietly. "Talking like this isn’t right."

Bharath leaned forward until his face was level with the driver’s seat. "Sir… didn’t you come to our room this morning for a little 'morning fuck' with Miss? I was awake. We’re all being very open now, aren’t we?"

Gautam exhaled through his nose. "Yes… but if you’re going to be *this* direct—"

"If I am, it’s fine," Bharath cut in gently. "You were the one who said we should leave whatever happens here, *here*. At least while I’m still around… I want to be open."

The logic landed, simple and disarming. Gautam stared at the road a long moment.

"…Fine."

Bharath’s eyes lit up. "Can we park somewhere in the jungle along this road?"

Geetha immediately seized his ear and twisted. "Why? What mad idea now?"

Bharath winced but didn’t pull away. "I’ll sit in the driver’s seat… and watch you two have sex in the back."

Geetha’s hand flew to cover her mouth. Gautam let out a short, startled bark of laughter.

"You don’t need porn apps anymore, do you?" Gautam said, shaking his head. "You’re already romancing your own teacher without a shred of shame."

Bharath’s expression sobered for the first time. "Sir… honestly? I was terrified thinking what you’d do if Miss ever told you I went down on her."

Gautam’s gaze flicked to the mirror—sharp, almost warning. "Don’t talk about that. I mean it. No discussion."

Bharath nodded quickly. "Sorry, Sir." A beat. Then, softer: "But… can I romance Miss in front of you?"

Gautam kept his eyes fixed on the ribbon of road illuminated ahead.

"There’s no need to ask."


With Gautam’s silent, heavy-hearted consent, Bharath leaned back against the window, pulling Geetha with him. He supported the weight of her head in his palm, his breath hot as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. When his lips pressed against her skin, Geetha let out a soft, sharp breath.

"Ooh… not now, you dog," she murmured, though her body betrayed her protest as she leaned into him. "Wait until we’re at the house."

Bharath didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice a low, jagged whisper in her ear. "I feel like fucking you in this car right in front of him, Milky…" The words were punctuated by a sharp nip at her shoulder.

"Ah… don't think like that," Geetha chided softly, though she reached up to press a lingering kiss to his forehead.

From the driver's seat, Gautam caught the movement of her lips in the rearview mirror. He couldn't hear the words, but the intimacy was loud.

"Will you come to me tonight?" Bharath asked, his eyes locked onto hers.

"I'll try," she replied.

As if on cue, they both shifted their gaze to the mirror, meeting Gautam’s eyes. He was caught between two worlds—one eye on the road and the other on the reflection of his wife in the arms of her student. The weight of their shared stare sent a jolt of illicit excitement through the backseat. Despite the hollow ache in Gautam’s chest, a dark, involuntary curiosity took hold. He watched, transfixed, as Bharath’s mouth found Geetha’s, his kiss so forceful and hungry that it smeared her rose-colored lipstick across her face.

Geetha watched her husband’s reaction out of the corner of her eye, a faint, intoxicating smile playing on her lips as she kissed Bharath’s thin mustache. "You’ll ruin the lipstick, you dog. It’s chemical."

"Miss," Bharath groaned, his voice thick with obsession, "even if there was poison on your lips, I’d suck it dry."

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes devouring every detail—the glint of her earrings, the smudged red of her mouth, the sacred mangalsutra resting against her skin, and the way her saree pallu teased the line of her breast. His hand slid down, finding the soft curve of her waist, his fingers digging into the fabric.

She bit her lip, a low moan escaping her. "Mm..." She shook her head "no," but she didn't move away.

"Even in this modern dress, you look so traditional," Bharath whispered.

"I’m getting bored," Geetha pouted, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"Why?"

"Listening to your compliments."

Bharath responded with a sharp pinch to her waist.

"Ouch!" Geetha cried out, her eyes flicking to the front. "Look darling, he's pinching me."

Gautam’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. "I’m telling you, I’ll leave you right here on the side of the road," he muttered, though he didn't slow down.

Ignoring him, Bharath caught the edge of Geetha's earring between his teeth, pulling gently. "Why didn't you wear the bangles I gave you?"

"They didn't suit the outfit."

"The anklets are the ones I gave you, though. Right?"

"Mm…"

Bharath moved with a sudden, restless energy. He shifted to the very edge of the seat and hauled Geetha’s legs up into his lap. 

The sound of her sandals hitting the floorboards echoed in the quiet car. 

Gautam saw the sandals fall in his peripheral vision, but the height of the seats obscured what followed.

Bharath knelt in the narrow footwell, pressing the soles of her feet against his cheeks. He kissed the arches of her feet, his fingers twining through the silver links of her anklets. The frantic, melodic tinkling of the bells filled the cabin, an unsettling rhythm that made Gautam’s pulse quicken.

Geetha leaned back, a sense of haughty triumph radiating from her as she rested her right foot on Bharath’s shoulder. 

He worshipped her left foot, his lips moving fervently over her skin. When Gautam turned his head slightly, trying to make sense of the scene, Geetha met his gaze with a challenging look.

"Darling… he's my dog, my slave, you know," she said, her voice dripping with playfulness.

"Hmm," Gautam managed, his voice tight as he banked the car into a left turn.

The wet, rhythmic sound of Bharath sucking her toes reached the front seat—a sound so visceral it made Gautam’s eyebrows twitch in a mix of discomfort and arousal.

"Tell rey," Geetha prompted, her voice rising. "Is it true or not?"

"Mmm… yes Miss, yes…" Bharath gasped, his mouth occupied with her toe.

She didn't let him off easily, kicking him firmly in the chest with her free foot. "Say it louder, you dog. Sir didn't hear you."

Bharath didn't hesitate. He pressed his face into the sole of her right foot, his voice muffled but clear. "Yes Sir… I am her dog."

Gautam offered a strained, hollow smile in the mirror, unsure of how to navigate the surreal power dynamic. Geetha, sensing his submission, began to rub her foot slowly across Bharath’s face, ensuring every movement was visible to her husband. Bharath seemed to fall into a trance, his eyes fluttering shut as he licked the skin around her ankle.

"Darling, is it okay?" she asked, her voice a purr.

"Yeah," Gautam replied, his voice barely a whisper.

Geetha reached up, unwinding her saree pallu. With a fluid motion, she dbangd the silk around Bharath’s neck like a garland and pulled him upward. He tumbled into her lap, a wicked grin on his face. He pressed his face against her chest, pushing the mangalsutra aside to plant a series of hot, wet kisses on her cleavage.

"Mm…" Geetha bit her lip, her eyes locked on Gautam in the mirror. She was performing for him as much as she was enjoying Bharath.

"Tell me Miss, what should I do?" Bharath asked, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You ruined the lipstick; clean it, dog."

Bharath gripped the back of her head, pulling her face toward his. Their noses brushed, his breathing heavy and erratic. "You are teasing me a lot, Miss."

"At least do this much in front of him," she whispered, her lips hovering just inches from his.

He didn't need another word. He lunged, catching her lower lip between his teeth with a wet, audible "pkch" that echoed through the car. 

Geetha moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. Their mouths collided in a frantic, messy exchange. Saliva smeared across their cheeks as they lost themselves in each other, the chemical taste of the rose lipstick dissolving between their tongues.

As Gautam turned his head one last time, he saw it—the silver thread of Bharath’s saliva falling into his wife’s mouth like nectar. Geetha drank it in, swallowing it with a devotion that left Gautam breathless and paralyzed behind the wheel.

[Haran000]

The conversations happening between the three of us are pushing Geeta’s inhibitions to the brink.


Watching my wife kiss Bharath started with a bit of pain, but slowly, it is turning into a strange sense of pleasure. As he sucks and chews on Geeta’s lips, the sound of their saliva is mesmerizing. He looks deep into her eyes and lets his saliva flow from his lips into her mouth; as she drinks it, my wife looks so ravishing to me that a shiver runs through my body. My grip on the steering wheel tightens with a mix of anxiety and excitement.

Squeezing the folds of Geeta’s waist, he said, “Miss, do you remember? We ate chocolate just like this on my birthday.”

“Mm… I remember. That’s when you showed me it could be done like this,” she told him and then glanced toward me. I remained silent, unable to find words.

Geeta: "Now you’ll understand why I like him, darling."

Saying this seductively, she bit and pulled his warm lip. Bharath licked her upper lip and poked his tongue out. To that tongue, glistening with saliva bubbles, she joined her rosy lips, moving her neck up and down as she sucked and drank Bharath’s saliva. Geeta was never like this with me—no, I had never done such things with her.

As he pushed his tongue further down, she took it entirely into her mouth and began to work on it. Seeing her suck his tongue like that, I wondered how she would suck his cock. 

They were battling with their tongues. Strange sounds of saliva—slurp... kch... sl...—filled the car.

“Enough, Miss,” he said, lifting his head slightly.

She grabbed his head again and pulled him toward her. “You do what I say, dog. Don’t stop.”

It felt like Geeta was definitely trying to provoke me. Licking his lips once more, he spat his saliva into my wife’s mouth with a "pkch" sound. 

Though it was uncomfortable to watch, she swallowed it with relish. I couldn't say a word.

Like a puppy, he rubbed his tongue over Geeta’s face, wetting it with drool. Closing her eyes in a trance, she whispered, “Mmm… this is why I call him a dog, darling.”

“Mm…” I managed to utter.

Bharath sat up over her. “Sir, do you want to see?” he asked.

My throat went dry. I kept my eyes on the road ahead and intentionally didn't answer. 

Taking my silence as consent, he grabbed Geeta by the hair, pulled her up, and both stood on their knees middle of the seats, embracing and licking each other's mouths.

While chewing her upper lips, his right hand began kneading Geeta’s left buttock. 

“Mm….mm….” she moaned sweetly into his mouth. Bharath leaned back slightly; as Geeta leaned her hands on his chest and let her saliva fall into his mouth, he swallowed it.

Watching them whisper, laugh, and kiss, I felt that Geeta might not even be this intimate with me. He pulled Geeta into his lap, kissing her neck and squeezing her hips. He pulled down the side zipper of her top, reaching inside to flick her boob curve with his thumb.

Geeta: "Mmm… are you going to strip me of my dress in the car?"

Bharath: "Why just 'strip'? Watch me make you sit naked."

She held his head and pressed it to her heart; he slid the top down slightly and kissed the curve of her boob. “Mm…mm…” she moaned sweetly, running her fingers through his hair.

I didn't feel like stopping them. Especially since Geeta didn't want me interfering between them, I wanted to see what they would do if I didn't reprimand them.

Bharath looked this way and said, “Sir, park the car somewhere in the dark.”

“Why?”

“You come to the back, Sir.”

I didn't immediately grasp his intent, but I pulled the car off the road. 

At this hour, no one travels this road. It was pitch black, like a forest. I left the indicators on. 

Bharath moved from the back to the front passenger seat.

Bharath: “You go to the back.”

Now I understood why he asked me to stop. Geeta must have understood, too.

[Haran000]

Gautam moved next to Geetha, who was sitting in the red light with a shy smile. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him toward her.


Geetha offered Gautam a kiss, her lips still wet with Bharat’s saliva from a moment ago. 

Gautam didn't mind at all; he kissed Geetha’s lips passionately and warmly.

Bharat sat with his face resting on the seat headrest, watching them. With an encouraging smile, Bharat said, "Sir, fuck Miss in doggy style."

Geetha replied, "Chi… what is this, talking to us like that?"

Bharat said, "Let’s be like three friends for a while, Miss. Without any inhibitions."

Before Geetha could say anything, Gautam kissed her again. While kissing, he pulled down the zipper Bharat had opened, unclipped her bra, and removed Geetha’s blouse top.

Between the excitement Bharat had stirred and her husband’s current affection, her firm breasts heaved as she breathed. In the red light, her nipples stood erect like cherries due to the cold and the rush of blood. Feeling a playful shyness between the two men, she covered her chest with her hands.

Bharat laughed, "What’s left to hide, Miss…?"

Gautam murmured, "Hmm… it's okay, move your hands."

Kissing her neck, as if asserting his ownership over his wife, Gautam moved her hands away from her chest and firmly squeezed her soft, full boob. As her husband’s large hands squeezed her, Geetha felt a dizzying intoxication.

"Sss… mm…" she moaned sweetly, looking at Bharat out of the corner of her eye.

Bharat gestured with his finger, asking if he should join in too. Startled, she shook her head 'no.' He laughed silently.

Gautam buried his face in his wife's neck. He showered dry kisses on the spots where Bharat’s saliva had left moisture.

Bharat said, "Sir, when I first started coming for tuition, one day when you came home, I saw Geetha Miss giving you a blowjob through the window."

Doubts began to arise in Gautam. Is that why he wanted Geetha? Did he know Gautam’s weakness back then? Did Bharat get close to Geetha knowing her passion? As these questions began to dampen his mood, Bharat spoke again.

"Sir, if you don't mind me saying, yours is a bit small, right?"

Gautam stopped kissing abruptly and looked at him in annoyance. He didn't say anything. Intimidated by Gautam’s gaze, Bharat turned his face away.

Unable to see their hesitation, Geetha unfastened her husband’s belt, clip, and zipper. She pushed aside his underwear, pulled him out, and caressed him with her cool, soft fingers.

Kissing her husband’s beard, she looked into his eyes and said, "Even if it's small, I'm lucky to have such a good husband..."

Proud of his wife’s strong support, Gautam kissed her forehead.

Bharat said, "Suck it for a while, Miss. I want to watch."

She looked into Gautam’s eyes to see what he would say. Gautam replied, "Okay."

Gautam sat on his knees. Geetha pushed her backside toward the window, bent over, and kissed her husband’s penis. Gautam trembled, stroking his wife’s hair with his left hand.

Bharat suggested, "Gautam sir, squeeze her boobs while she sucks."

Following Bharat’s advice, he moved his hand from her hair and began to play with her left boob.

Bharat said, "Miss, lick it."

Taking Bharat’s word as a command, she licked her husband’s member from bottom to top like a piece of jaggery. Bharat put his right hand in his pants, rubbing himself, and said, "Sir, try to hold it back so you don't finish too quickly."

Gautam knew he tended to get excited and finish easily. He decided to try and hold back at least a little in front of Bharat. He took a deep breath. His wife took him into her mouth and covered him with her red lips, beginning to suck.

"Ah!" Gautam exhaled.

Bharat said, "Suck slowly, Miss."

"Um… um…" she moved her head, giving her husband a blowjob in front of her student.
Watching Geetha from behind the front seat, Bharat rubbed himself up and down inside his pants. Drifting away in the pleasant sensation of his wife’s lips, Gautam closed his eyes and began to push his waist slightly into Geetha’s mouth.

Slurping sounds came from Geetha’s mouth as she worked. She was relishing him like an ice cream.

Gautam said, "Ah… Bharat, did you teach your teacher this…?"

Bharat laughed seeing Gautam speak with such passion, but he felt a bit anxious. "Miss, stop, stop!" he shouted loudly.

Both were startled, and Geetha pulled away. "What happened?" she asked.

Bharat replied, "Sir looks like he’s about to finish, that's why I interrupted. Haha."

Gautam said, "Thanks."

Bharat said, "Miss, bend over."

Geetha shook her head "No."

Gautam said, "It's okay."

Bharat replied, "Abba, what is this sir? If Miss says no, is that it? Force her."

Gautam thought for a few seconds. Geetha waited silently to see how Gautam would respond. Asserting his authority over his wife, Gautam grabbed Geetha’s neck, pushed her down into the seat, pulled her legs toward him, and lifted her ass.

Geetha gave Bharat a playful look, and he flashed a mischievous smile back.

Pretending to be coy, Geetha said, "No, dear… we’ve never done it like this."

Gautam paused for a moment.

Bharat said, "We are men, sir. Do we listen to what women say? They should listen to what we say, right?"

"Yes," Gautam agreed and slapped her butt over her saree.

"Ah!" Geetha grumbled in pain. "Hey, why are you giving him these ideas?"

Bharat said, "He is your husband, Miss. You should be like his slave. Right, sir?"

"Yes," Gautam said and slapped her again.

Bharat suggested, "Not like that, lift the saree and slap her."

Gautam lifted her saree up to her waist and slapped her soft, fair asscheeks. Satt… Satt…

"Aaaa…! Why are you beating me now, you crazy husband?" Geetha cried.

Satt… another sting.

Gautam said, "You’re sucking your husband in front of your student, you shameless slut."

Bharat became a cheerleader for the couple’s rough foreplay. "Yes… exactly Miss, you have no shame," he added.

Geetha said, "Just wait, I’ll get you for this."

The three of them had unintentionally started participating in a naughty game.

Bharat suggested, "Sir, put your face in Miss’s asscheeks and smell her."

Gautam moved her panties to the side, bent down, and inhaled her pussy scent. When he breathed out a warm "Hhh," the warmth hit Geetha’s petals, making her shiver.

"Mmm…" Geetha moaned.

Bharat said, "Lick her, sir… your wife loves having her pussy licked. She made me lick her like a dog."

Gautam slapped her ass again. "Ammaaaa…!" Geetha cried. 

In the red light, a red mark appeared on her pinkish skin.

Bharat said, "Take off the panties."

Gautam slid her panties down to her knees. He buried his face in between her asscheeks again and licked her thoroughly. Geetha arched her back and moaned passionately, "Ah… darling…"

Bharat watched them silently, like he was watching a porn video. 

As Gautam continued, Geetha moaned, "Mmm… it feels so good doing this in front of him… do you like it?"

Gautam replied, "Umm… yes… Bharat, don't tell anyone, you promised?"

"Promise, sir. I won't tell anyone," Bharat said.

As Gautam licked her, her wet warm arousal began to flow down her thighs. Bharat leaned forward to help, pulling Geetha’s panties all the way off and smelling them.

"Uff… mmm… super," Bharat said. Seeing Bharat’s intoxicated face as he sniffed her panties made Geetha even more aroused.

Gautam could no longer contain himself. The pressure that had been building inside him finally broke through every barrier of restraint. He rose abruptly in the cramped rear of the car, aligned his thighs against the soft curve of his wife’s ass, and entered her pussy in one decisive motion.

Geetha gasped. This angle—this particular way—her husband had never taken her before. 

The sudden fullness made her cry out, “Ah yes…!” Her palms slapped flat against the fogged window for balance, fingers splaying wide.

Gautam widened her right thigh with a firm hand and sank himself to the hilt. 

Though Bharat’s thicker girth had left a different imprint on her body earlier, Geetha still loved her husband with a loyalty that overrode discomfort. Gritting her teeth, she arched her back and pushed herself onto him, meeting his thrust.

The knowledge that Bharat was watching—calm, attentive, almost clinical—seemed to pour fresh fuel into Gautam’s veins. He braced one knee on the seat, drew a long breath, and began a steady, deliberate rhythm: deep, controlled strokes that made the car rock faintly on its suspension.

Through half-lidded eyes Geetha glanced sideways at Bharat. His face was serene, almost instructive.

“Sir,” Bharat said quietly, “try to hold it longer.”

Geetha let out a breathy laugh that turned into a moan. “He can’t, Bharat… mmm.”

“Take deep breaths, sir,” Bharat continued. “In slowly… out even slower.”

“How?” Gautam panted, still moving.

“Stop. Just stop for a second.”

Gautam froze mid-thrust, chest heaving. For the first time that night the younger man had become the one giving instructions.

“Stay still, sir,” Bharat said. “Miss, you move. Hold the door handle and slide yourself back and forth.”

Geetha obeyed without hesitation. She leaned forward, then rocked backward, swallowing her husband inch by inch with each deliberate motion. The wet, rhythmic sound filled the small space.

“Yes, like that, Miss,” Bharat murmured. “Keep going, exactly like that.”

She repeated the movement, controlling the pace, the depth. Gautam’s hands found her hips; his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing with open hunger.

Bharat shifted then—sliding from the front passenger seat into the rear. He placed a steady hand on Gautam’s chest, stilling him for a moment. Gautam turned, startled.

“Look at her, sir,” Bharat said simply.

Gautam’s gaze dropped to the elegant line of Geetha’s back, the creamy skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat under the dim red light.

“Miss, you okay?” Bharat asked softly.

Geetha pressed her cheek against the seat cushion and moaned, voice muffled. “Ooh…”

While Gautam stared, transfixed, Bharat reached beneath her swaying body and closed his hand around her right boob, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze. Geetha’s spine arched violently. “Ah… thank you puppy,” she breathed.

Bharat met Gautam’s eyes. “See, sir? You’re inside her, and she’s still letting me touch her like this.”

A sharp slap landed on Geetha’s ass—Satt!—the sound cracking through the car. She yelped, the sound dissolving into another long moan that seemed to ignite Gautam all over again. He began thrusting harder, faster.

Bharat’s hand shot out and gently but firmly pushed Geetha’s hips forward. Gautam slipped free with a wet sound. Frustration flashed across his face; he slapped Bharat’s cheek in reflexive irritation. “Why did you stop me, bastard?”

“I was afraid you’d finish too soon,” Bharat answered calmly. “Please, sir. Control it. It’s my only request. Please don’t cum in her.”

Gautam exhaled through his nose calming. “…Fine.”

Geetha stayed silent, breathing shallowly, letting the boys have their chat.

“Put it back in,” Bharat said. “Miss, move back again.”

They reunited their sexes. Bharat leaned close and—without hesitation—spat directly onto the glistening point of connection, adding makeshift lubrication. 

Gautam’s penis glistening with Bharath’s spit entered her pussy more slippery this time.

“Ah… you do it now, darling,” Geetha whispered.

Gautam groaned and resumed, hips snapping with renewed passion.

“Mmm… pull out before you come, okay?” she reminded him between gasps.

“Ha…”

Bharat eased back, giving them space. For long minutes there was only the sound of skin meeting skin, of quickening breath, of the car’s faint creaking. Gautam watched his wife’s pleasure build—her fingers tightening on the door handle, her mouth falling open—and something primal surged inside him. He gripped her waist harder, drove deeper, faster.

Suddenly his rhythm broke. “Ah—Geetha—move forward!”

Bharat reacted instantly. “Sir, wait—one minute! Miss, get up—take it in your mouth!”

Geetha blinked, dazed. “In my mouth?”

“Just suck it, Miss—quick!”

In the confusion Gautam’s hand found the nape of her neck. He pulled her toward him with gentle but insistent force. She barely had time to decide her own. As she opened her mouth, he erupted. Warm pulses flooded her mouth; startled, she swallowed reflexively.

Bharath: drink it miss… don’t waste.

At that exact moment a woman’s hand rapped sharply on the side window—tuck-tuck-tuck.

Geetha’s eyes flew wide. She jerked upright, staring at the pale hand pressed to the glass. A strangled scream tore from her throat. “Oh no—darling—a ghost! A ghost!”

She flung herself against Gautam’s chest, burying her face in his neck, trembling violently.

Gautam clutched her just as tightly, heart hammering. “What ghost? Where?”

Bharat glanced toward the window, recognized the figure silhouetted against the car backlight glow, and suddenly burst into bright, helpless laughter.
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To be continued………….

[Kore shivkant]

Never expected gawtham and geetha combo in car that to on the guidance of Bharat.........waiting for what happened between evelyn and Bharath in party.........a donor????? Now Bharath starts to take control of everything........as usual never expected this twist.......I think the helpless laughter is from evelyn my guess only.....

[venkygeethu]

superb update bring threesome soon

[Kore shivkant]

Nooo threesome........ bharath and geetha will alone be enough infront of gautam....don't allow gautam between bharath and geetha......

[Devraj048]

Super update... Will geetha share bharth with other Ladies? Very Interesting... Waiting for next update....

[Rakul1985]

It's funny

[Kore shivkant]

I am waiting for the day when geetha prioritize bharath over gawtham......... These updates are the aftermath of the party..... waiting for the party updates.....and it is good to see the possessiveness of geetha for Bharat........

[Sage_69]

Fuck! That was so hot!

[Haran000]

Never expected gawtham and geetha combo in car that to on the guidance of Bharat.........waiting for what happened between evelyn and Bharath in party.........a donor????? Now Bharath starts to take control of everything........as usual never expected this twist.......I think the helpless laughter is from evelyn my guess only.....

superb update bring threesome soon

Nooo threesome........ bharath and geetha will alone be enough infront of gautam....don't allow gautam between bharath and geetha......

Super update... Will geetha share bharth with other Ladies? Very Interesting... Waiting for next update....

It's funny

I am waiting for the day when geetha prioritize bharath over gawtham......... These updates are the aftermath of the party..... waiting for the party updates.....and it is good to see the possessiveness of geetha for Bharat........

Fuck! That was so hot!

Thank you all guys.

Bharath Fuck Evelyn, do you want this to happen?

Comment yes or no. I’ll consider first 4 comments and start writing next update.

[BiratKj]

Yes.... Then geetha too much jealous...

[Kore shivkant]

Definitely YESSS......... Bharat should fuck evelyn..... already geetha showed her jealous to evelyn when she asked for Bharat......then bharath can know how much geetha cared/loved him.......sooo waiting for the evelyn and Bharat segment.......

[Kore shivkant]

Yessss bharath fucks evelyn....and geetha must know it.....then only she herself can know how she cares bharath more than gawtham....

[Kore shivkant]

YES......and here comes the first four comment as YES you can start to write the update on bharath and evelyn.........

[abcturbine]

Wonderful.....superb .....take it slow and seductive....and some kinkiness....uff.... eagerly waiting for next....

[Devraj048]

Yes but geetha should be aggred for this... That will be very interesting....

[Haran000]

Bharath will fuck Evelyn, Sindhu, Vandana and Geetha’s sister. Done. 

Thank you guys.

[Slayer@@]

Common man hero fucks everyone is just an common story... Plzz dont make it ,just 2 is right but everyone not... I think it's just make your story very common.... In xossip there was hundred of stories hero fuck everyone...

But your story is unique from the first... The buildup is awasome don't destroy it plzz.... It's just an suggestion