Misc. Erotica My Wife's Evening College (COMPLETED) - By Novelist Casanova

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My Wife's Evening College... 

By Novelist Casanova 

Our small village in Tamil Nadu lay nestled between wide stretches of lush green paddy fields that turned golden under the late afternoon sun. Narrow red earth paths curved gently between clusters of low mud-walled houses with sloping thatched roofs made of dried palm leaves. Tall coconut palms and sturdy banyan trees stood like silent guardians along the lanes, their thick trunks wrapped in vines and their broad canopies casting deep cool shadows. Jasmine bushes grew wild near every home, filling the air with their heavy sweet perfume even in the heat. Small stone temples dotted the landscape, their gopurams painted in faded bright colors, where temple bells hung motionless until the evening puja. Beyond the fields stretched quiet irrigation canals lined with swaying tall grass, and distant hills rose soft and hazy on the horizon. The village held a timeless stillness, where every element breathed slow sensual life under the constant embrace of the hot Tamil sun.
My wife was the hottest woman in our entire village. Her face was perfectly oval with high sharp cheekbones, full pouty lips always painted deep red, and large dark eyes framed by thick long lashes that made every glance feel like an invitation. Jet-black hair fell in thick glossy waves down her back, reaching past her waist, often tied loosely with fresh jasmine flowers that brushed against the small of her back. Her neck was long and elegant, the gold mangalsutra hanging exactly between her massive boobs, the black beads resting heavy against her warm cleavage.
Her boobs were huge, perfectly round and impossibly firm, thrusting forward no matter which blouse she chose, always creating a deep inviting cleavage even when she dbangd her saree pallu modestly over them. They pulled the blouse so taut that her dark nipples poked visibly hard over the blouse with the slightest movement of air. Her waist was narrow and cinched, flaring dramatically into wide fertile hips that promised a seductive roll with every step. The saree was always tied deliberately low on her hips, leaving a wide strip of smooth stomach exposed, her deep round navel sitting like a dark tempting well right in the center.
Her ass cheeks were plump, full and round, jiggling noticeably even at rest, the saree hugging their shape so closely that the clear outline of her panties showed over her ass cheeks over the saree. Thick juicy thighs held the promise of softness when they rubbed together. Her legs were long and shapely, ankles slim and decorated with delicate gold chains that added a quiet tinkling charm to her presence.
The slow heavy village heat seemed to cling to her beauty, making every detail of her body glow with a hidden fire that no other woman in the village could match.


I was the luckiest man in the village to marry her and enjoy her stunning beauty every single day. As a government employee with the Government of Tamil Nadu, I had a steady salary and respect that made her parents see me as the perfect match for their daughter.
My wife had never wanted marriage at that young age. She burned with the desire to study further, to enroll in college and pursue her degree in sociology like she had dreamed since college. Her parents refused to let her go, insisting that after completing twelfth standard she must marry and settle down properly in life. They chose me for her, and the wedding happened quickly in the village temple under mango trees heavy with fruit.
Before the marriage, when she sat crying silently in her room, heartbroken that college doors were closing forever, I went to her quietly. I held her hand and promised with all my heart that after our marriage I would support her completely. I would make sure she finished her degree, no matter how long it took or how much effort it demanded from both of us. Her tear-filled eyes looked up at me, searching for truth, and when she saw I meant every word she nodded slowly and agreed to the marriage.
In the five years since our wedding night, my wife gave birth to three strong sons. Each pregnancy made her body change in ways that only increased her fire. Her boobs grew even larger and heavier, now so full and round that they strained every blouse she wore, the deep cleavage always visible no matter how carefully she dbangd her saree pallu. Milk had made her nipples darker and more prominent, poking hard over the blouse even when she was not feeding the youngest boy. Her hips widened further into broad fertile curves, making her walk slower and more swaying, the saree always tied low to show the deep inviting navel that had become even more pronounced after three deliveries.
Her ass cheeks turned plumper and juicier, jiggling heavily with the slightest movement, the panty line clearly visible over her ass cheeks over the saree whenever she bent or walked fast. Thick thighs filled out more, rubbing together with a sensual whisper under her saree, promising endless softness. Her waist stayed relatively narrow despite the births, creating an hourglass shape that drew hungry stares from every man in the village. The mangalsutra now rested deeper in her cleavage, the gold pendant nestling perfectly between her massive boobs like it belonged there forever.
Five years of marriage, three sons, and endless nights of passion had only made her hotter and sexier. Her beauty had ripened like the mangoes in our backyard, sweet and heavy, impossible to ignore, turning heads and stirring forbidden thoughts in every corner of our quiet village.


After the birth of our third son my wife had quietly given up all hope of ever returning to college. The days blurred into endless cycles of feeding babies, washing clothes, cooking meals, and keeping the house spotless while I went to my government office. She never complained out loud but I saw the light dim in her large dark eyes whenever anyone mentioned studies or degrees. We had moved to Chennai for my job transfer, and the government quarters we were allotted felt like a small upgrade from village life, with concrete walls, a tiny balcony, and running water that sometimes came hot. Still the routine weighed heavy on her, her massive boobs always full from nursing, her wide hips swaying slower under the saree as fatigue set in earlier each day.
But I never forgot the promise I made before our wedding night. I wanted to keep my word no matter how many years had passed. One afternoon at the office a colleague mentioned an evening college in a quiet part of the city that allowed married women to continue their interrupted degrees. Classes ran from five in the evening until nine, perfect for housewives who finished daily chores first. I listened carefully, asked questions, and the next day I took half-day leave to visit the place myself.
The college building was old and worn, paint peeling from the walls, ceiling fans creaking slowly overhead, wooden benches scarred from years of use. The small office smelled of old paper and damp concrete. The clerk behind the counter handed me the application form for B.A. Sociology, explaining that admissions were still open for a small batch. He listed the requirements: her twelfth standard marks card, transfer certificate if any, marriage certificate for proof of age relaxation, and most importantly a recent passport-size photograph of my wife. The fee was modest, payable at the time of submission. I nodded, folded the form carefully, and promised to return soon with everything.
When I reached home that evening the children were playing in the small living room and my wife was in the kitchen, stirring dal in a steel vessel, her saree pallu tucked at her waist to keep it out of the way. Her boobs pushed heavily against the blouse, nipples poking hard over the blouse from the steam rising in the hot kitchen. Sweat beads rolled down her exposed midriff, collecting in the deep navel that looked even more inviting after three pregnancies.
I waited until she turned off the stove and wiped her hands on the edge of her saree. Then I sat her down on the cot, pulled out the application form, and told her everything. The evening college existed, the timing suited her perfectly after finishing household work and putting the boys to sleep, and I had already collected the form. She stared at the paper in my hand, eyes wide, lips parted in disbelief. For a long moment she said nothing, just looked from the form to my face and back again.
"Rajesh, you really went there? For me?" she whispered, voice trembling with emotion she had buried for years.
I nodded and placed the form in her hands. Tears filled her eyes but she smiled through them, the same full pouty red lips curving up in a way that made my cock stir inside my trousers.
"I will join. I want to finish my degree so badly," she said, clutching the paper to her massive boobs, the mangalsutra shifting between them with her quick breaths.
The next morning I reminded her about the passport-size photograph. She agreed to get it taken soon. I left for office with a strange mix of pride and anticipation growing in my chest, knowing this small step was about to open a door we both thought had closed forever.



The next evening after I finished office work I told my wife it was time to get the passport size photograph taken for her college admission. My mother had moved permanently to stay with us in Chennai after my father passed away last year. She now lived in our government quarters, taking full charge of the household and the three boys. She cooked, cleaned, fed the children, played with them, and put them to bed every night without fail. My wife no longer had to worry about rushing back or leaving the boys alone. She could take her time for important things like this college admission step. She changed into her favorite purple saree with a matching purple blouse that hugged her massive boobs so tightly the deep cleavage showed clearly even with the pallu dbangd over her shoulder. The saree was tied low on her wide hips, exposing the deep round navel that always drew my eyes. Her mangalsutra rested heavy between her boobs, the gold pendant nestling in the soft valley. The purple color made her jet black hair shine brighter and her full red lips look even more inviting. Her ass cheeks looked plumper than ever under the saree, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree as she walked ahead of me toward the nearby photo studio on the quiet street.
We reached the small shop just as the street lights came on. The photographer was an ugly middle aged man with a pockmarked face, greasy hair, crooked yellow teeth, and a pot belly hanging over his belt. His small eyes lit up the moment he saw my wife standing in the doorway. He stared openly at her boobs pushing hard against the purple blouse, then lowered his gaze to her exposed midriff and the deep navel, finally lingering on the way her hips filled the purple saree. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he welcomed us with a wide crooked smile.
"Come in, come in, madam, sir. Very good evening. What photos you want today?" he asked, voice thick and oily, eyes never leaving my wife's boobs.
I stepped forward and said we needed passport size photographs for her college admission. He nodded quickly and gestured toward the small curtained room at the back.
"Passport photo, very simple. Come inside, madam. Better light there," he said, holding the curtain open for her.
My wife walked in first, her ass cheeks jiggling under the purple saree with each step. The photographer followed her inside and pulled the thin curtain across the doorway, but he left a small gap of about six inches where the two halves did not quite meet. I stayed outside at the reception counter, pretending to look at old photo samples on the wall, but my eyes were fixed on that narrow gap. Through it I could see everything clearly in the bright bulb light of the inner room: the plain blue backdrop, the old camera on its tripod, and my wife standing there waiting.
The photographer pointed to a spot right in front of the backdrop.
"Madam, please stand here. Face the camera straight. Passport photos look better standing for full face and shoulders," he instructed, then turned to her directly. "Madam, may I know what these photos are for? Job, or passport?"
My wife stood straight, adjusting her purple saree pallu slightly over her massive boobs. Her boobs rose and fell with her breath, nipples poking hard over the purple blouse from the cool air inside the studio. The low tied saree showed her deep navel fully, and her wide hips flared out seductively in the bright light.
"For college admission. I am joining evening degree after many years," she answered softly, a small proud smile on her full red lips.
The photographer bent down in front of her to adjust the camera height. His face came level with her boobs, eyes fixed on the deep cleavage where the mangalsutra disappeared. Then he reached out slowly and took a strand of her jet black hair that had fallen across her cheek. He glided his fingers through it, tucking it behind her ear with deliberate care. His knuckles rubbed along the side of her neck, lingering a second too long, then he smoothed another loose strand down the side of her face, his thumb almost touching the corner of her full red lips.
"Hair must be perfect for passport photo, madam. Very important," he murmured, voice low, breath warm near her ear.
From my position at the reception I watched every second through the curtain gap. My wife stood still, cheeks flushing slightly, but she did not pull away. The way his rough fingers moved through her hair, the way he stood so close that his pot belly almost touched her boobs, the way his eyes kept dropping to her navel and the low tied purple saree all of it sent a strange new feeling straight to my cock. My cock hardened inside my trousers, throbbing strangely at the sight of this ugly man touching her hair so boldly while she stood there obediently for the photo. Jealousy mixed with a filthy arousal I had never felt before, making my balls tighten and my breath come faster. I stayed rooted there, peeking through the narrow opening, unable to tear my eyes away, my cock now fully erect and pushing hard against my trousers as he finally stepped back to click the shutter.
He took several shots, bending low again each time to check the frame, his face inches from her boobs, eyes greedy. My wife kept her posture straight, boobs thrusting forward, nipples hard over the purple blouse, unaware or perhaps pretending not to notice the way the photographer's gaze devoured her body. The air in the small room grew thick with unspoken tension, and from my hidden spot at the reception I felt that new horny feeling twist deeper in my gut, promising something dangerous and exciting was already beginning.



The photographer clicked a few more shots, then lowered the camera and stepped even closer to my wife. His small greedy eyes roamed over her purple saree, stopping at the deep cleavage between her massive boobs and then sliding down to her exposed midriff.
"Madam, you look like you are from some nice village. Where are you from originally? Which district?" he asked, voice dripping with fake curiosity, standing so close his pot belly nearly brushed her boobs.
My wife, proud and naive, smiled wider, her full red lips parting as she began to speak without hesitation.
"Yes, we are from a small village near Trichy. Very peaceful place with lots of paddy fields and coconut groves. My husband is from there too. We moved to Chennai only because of his government job," she said, voice warm with nostalgia, mangalsutra rising and falling between her boobs as she talked.
The photographer nodded eagerly, eyes locked on her boobs. In the name of adjusting her pose for a better passport photo he reached out with both hands toward her saree pallu.
"Madam, your pallu is slipping a little. Let me fix it properly so the photo comes neat," he said, fingers already touching the edge of the purple pallu.
He tugged the pallu aside slowly, sliding it off her right shoulder inch by inch. The purple blouse came fully into view, stretched tight over her huge boobs, the deep cleavage now completely exposed without any cover. Her dark nipples poked hard over the purple blouse, clearly visible in the bright light. His mouth watered visibly, saliva gathering at the corners of his lips as he stared openly at her boobs, pretending to adjust the pallu further by pulling it lower down her arm.
While his left hand kept the pallu pulled aside, his right hand moved downward under the pretext of straightening the lower edge of the saree. His rough fingers glided across her smooth stomach, then deliberately brushed over her deep round navel, circling the sensitive rim once before pressing lightly into the center. The touch lingered for several seconds, his fingertip rubbing slow circles around her navel while his eyes remained fixed on her boobs.
My wife continued talking, completely absorbed in her pride for our village, not noticing how intimately he was touching her navel.
"In our village we have a big temple with stone carvings. Every year there is a big festival with music and dance. The fields are so green in the rainy season, and the air smells of jasmine all the time," she went on, eyes shining, boobs heaving with each excited breath, nipples stiff and prominent over the blouse.
The photographer kept the pallu pulled aside longer than necessary, his rough fingers still lingering near her navel, thumb now tracing the outer edge of the deep hollow. His breathing grew heavier, eyes wide and hungry, drinking in every detail of her massive boobs barely contained by the purple blouse and the way her stomach quivered slightly under his touch. Drool escaped the corner of his mouth and he quickly wiped it with the back of his hand, but his gaze never left her exposed cleavage and navel.
From my hidden spot at the reception, peeking through the six inch curtain gap, I watched the entire scene. The sight of this ugly man pulling her pallu aside, staring at her boobs with open lust, his mouth watering, and now his fingers brushing and rubbing her navel while my wife innocently talked about our village gave me extra time to ogle her boobs myself. Her nipples poked even harder over the purple blouse from the cool air hitting her exposed cleavage and the unexpected touch on her navel. My cock throbbed painfully inside my trousers, harder than before, balls tight with that same filthy new arousal. Jealousy burned hot in my chest, but the sight of her proud innocent face, her massive boobs on full display, and that rough hand lingering on her navel made me hornier than I had ever been. I gripped the reception counter edge, breath shallow, unable to move or speak, lost in the raw sensual moment unfolding before my eyes.
The photographer finally let the pallu fall back over her boobs and withdrew his hand from her navel, but not before giving one last slow rub across the sensitive dip. He stepped back to the camera, adjusting it with shaking hands.
"Perfect, madam. Now one more shot. Keep smiling like that," he said, voice hoarse.
My wife smiled brightly again, still lost in memories of our village, while I stood there trembling with forbidden excitement, my cock leaking precum inside my trousers from the twisted thrill of watching another man ogle, touch, and brush my wife's boobs and navel so boldly.


From my hidden spot at the reception peeking through the six inch curtain gap I quickly pulled my cock out of my trousers. The thick veined length sprang free already slick at the tip balls heavy and drawn tight. My hand wrapped around the base squeezing hard then began jerking up and down in slow firm strokes keeping my movements quiet so no sound reached the inner room. My eyes stayed locked on the scene as the photographer set the camera aside and stepped right up to my wife again his pot belly almost hugging her massive boobs. His crooked yellow teeth showed in a leering grin as he kept his voice low and friendly.
"Madam so you are joining evening college now? Which college? What subject?" he asked eyes dropping straight to her exposed cleavage where the purple pallu still hung loose from his earlier adjustment.
My wife naive and excited answered without any suspicion her full red lips moving eagerly as she spoke.
"It is a small evening college near our area. B.A. Sociology. It was always my dream to complete my degree. My parents stopped me after twelfth standard for marriage but my husband promised he would help me finish it. Now after three sons I finally get the chance," she said voice full of innocent pride mangalsutra swinging gently between her boobs with each word.
The photographer nodded slowly eyes locked on her boobs.
"Very good madam. Such a beautiful dream. Let me adjust your face angle for one final perfect shot. Tilt your chin a little up," he murmured.
His thick right hand rose to her face. He cupped her oval cheek first thumb rubbing slow erotic circles over the high sharp cheekbone feeling every delicate contour. His calloused pad glided along the smooth line of her jaw savoring the softness then slid his index finger under her chin lifting it gently while his thumb continued stroking the soft hollow below her full pouty red lips. His middle finger joined tracing the plump outer edge of her lower lip then easing inward to rub the wet inner rim where her lipstick ended feeling the slick warmth of her saliva coating his fingertip. He pinched her lower lip lightly between thumb and forefinger tugging it down just enough to expose more of the glistening pink inside letting the soft flesh stretch and quiver before releasing it to snap back plump and shiny. His palm then cupped the entire side of her face fingers spreading wide to cover from temple to chin rubbing in slow sensual circles feeling the warmth of her cheek the tiny flutter of her long dark lashes against his skin when she blinked. He glided his thumb across her high cheekbone again then down to the corner of her mouth pressing softly so her lips parted wider letting him feel the hot moist breath escaping in little puffs against his skin. His other hand rose to join cupping the opposite cheek mirroring the motion thumbs now rubbing both corners of her full red lips in unison fingers gliding along her jawline in filthy intimate strokes.
Then his thumbs moved to the very center of her full red lips. He placed one thumb on the upper lip and one on the lower pressing firmly to spread her lips wide open exposing the wet pink interior of her mouth completely. His thumbs pushed outward stretching her plump red lips apart in a slow deliberate motion revealing the glistening tongue the slick roof of her mouth the tiny strings of saliva connecting upper and lower lip as they parted wider under his pressure. The inner pink flesh quivered visibly the warm moist cavern of her mouth fully displayed to his greedy eyes while his thumbs held her lips spread open like that rubbing the stretched edges in tiny filthy circles feeling every slick ridge every subtle tremble of her soft mouth. Droplets of her saliva gathered on his thumbs making them glisten as he kept her lips pried apart savoring the intimate view the hot breath washing over his skin the way her tongue shifted slightly in innocent confusion without closing her mouth.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned low in my throat as I was about to cum. The exact moment his thumbs spread her full red lips wide open and held her mouth parted exposing the glistening pink inside my control shattered completely. My cock throbbed violently in my fist the sight of this ugly man's rough thumbs prying my wife's innocent pouty lips apart holding her mouth open like a filthy invitation while she kept talking naively about her dreams sent a white hot surge straight through my balls, “Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm…” I moaned and I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over my hand. Thick hot ropes of cum shot out splattering the reception floor in sticky spurts while I clenched my teeth to stay silent knees shaking vision blurring as the orgasm tore through me harder and faster than any time before. I kept jerking through the aftershocks milking every drop watching his thumbs still holding her lips spread open one last time rubbing the stretched wet edges before finally releasing them to snap shut with a soft wet sound.
All the while my wife kept talking naively completely unaware of how erotic and possessive his touches had become or that I had just exploded watching him spread her lips and open her mouth.
"Sociology is interesting because it teaches about society and people. In our village everyone knows everyone but in city it is different. I want to learn more and maybe help other women who had to stop studies like me," she continued eyes bright voice soft and earnest boobs rising and falling faster from the emotion nipples poking even harder over the purple blouse.
The photographer finally lowered both hands from her face stepping back with a satisfied smirk.
Sir please come tomorrow morning to collect the photos. They will be ready and printed nicely by then. Ten rupees only," he said loudly enough for me to hear clearly his voice thick with hidden amusement eyes flicking toward the gap as if he knew I had been watching the entire time.
My wife nodded happily adjusting her purple pallu back over her boobs still glowing with excitement about her upcoming college life completely unaware of the raw filthy scene that had just unfolded around her or the way I had just jerked off furiously to the moment he spread her lips and opened her mouth. I wiped my hand on the inside of my trousers tucked my softening cock back in heart pounding with shame twisted satisfaction and the dark promise of more to come when I would return tomorrow alone to pick up those photos from this ugly man's hands.

To Be Continued ... 

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The next morning I woke early with the images of yesterday still burning in my mind. My wife's full red lips spread wide open by that ugly photographer's rough thumbs her glistening pink mouth exposed completely while she talked innocently about her dreams had made me cum harder than ever. My cock twitched again just thinking about it as I dressed quickly and left for the photo studio before my wife finished her morning chores. The streets were quiet the sun already hot promising another sticky Chennai day.

I reached the small shop and pushed the door open. The photographer stood behind the reception counter grinning his crooked yellow teeth flashing as soon as he saw me. Another man leaned against the wall beside him tall thin with a scruffy beard and sharp watchful eyes wearing a faded shirt open at the collar. Both turned toward me the moment I entered.
"Ah sir good morning come come the photos are ready," the photographer said waving me closer his voice oily and eager.
He pulled a small envelope from under the counter and slid out the passport size photos first. My wife's face looked perfect in them her large dark eyes bright her full red lips curved in that proud smile mangalsutra resting neatly between her massive boobs. But then he reached under the counter again and brought out a larger sheet of contact prints full size images he had taken without asking.
"Sir look at these also I took extra full body shots yesterday when madam was standing. She came out really well no? See different angles," he said spreading the prints on the counter.
The photos showed my wife in her purple saree looking impossibly hot from every angle. One captured her standing straight facing the camera her enormous boobs thrusting forward like ripe melons the deep inviting cleavage spilling out where the pallu had slipped low her dark nipples poking hard and prominent over the tight purple blouse the low tied saree revealing her deep round navel like a dark tempting hole in her flat stomach and her wide fertile hips flaring out seductively. Another was a side profile her massive boobs side on looking even bigger and heavier the curve pushing against the blouse her plump ass cheeks round and juicy the panty line clearly visible over her ass cheeks over the saree her thick juicy thighs squeezed together promising softness. A third showed her from slightly behind her ass cheeks dominating the frame plump full and jiggling in the frozen moment the purple saree clinging to every curve her long jet black hair cascading down her back swaying slightly the gold chains on her slim ankles adding delicate sparkle. In every photo her body screamed raw sensuality her boobs heavy and firm her navel deep and inviting her hips wide and swaying her ass cheeks plump and tempting making her look like a goddess of forbidden desire.
The photographer leaned over the monitor beside the prints and zoomed in slowly on one photo focusing first on her massive boobs the deep cleavage filling the screen her nipples poking hard over the purple blouse then zoomed out to show her full figure then zoomed in again on her deep round navel circling the dark tempting well with the cursor then out again then in on her plump ass cheeks the panty line sharp over the saree highlighting how juicy and round they looked. He repeated the zoom in and out on different angles letting me stare at her hot body up close.
"Sir if you are interested we can do proper photoshoot of madam. In western dress like jeans top or short skirt anything modern. Bring her here I will make her look even more stunning," he said voice low and suggestive eyes flicking to mine.
His words sent a jolt straight to my cock. My cock hardened inside my trousers throbbing at the thought of my wife posing in tight jeans hugging her thick thighs and plump ass cheeks or a short top showing her deep navel and massive boobs pushing against the material. Horny heat spread through my gut imagining her in those outfits under his camera.
He began cutting the passport size photos from the sheet carefully with scissors then slipped them into the envelope. As he worked he looked up at me again.
"Sir if you want we can do bikini photoshoot also for madam. Small swimsuit two piece very artistic. I will give discount special price only for you," he added casually his eyes gleaming.
The mention of my wife in a bikini her massive boobs barely contained by tiny triangles her deep navel fully exposed her wide hips and plump ass cheeks on display under his lens made my cock throb even harder leaking precum inside my trousers. Horny fire burned in my balls the filthy idea of other men seeing her like that twisting with jealousy into raw excitement.
"No only passport size is enough," I said with a small smile trying to keep my voice steady.
"Okay sir as you wish. One hundred rupees," he said handing me the envelope.
I paid the hundred rupees took the envelope and left the shop cock still hard pressing against my trousers. I started my Splendor bike and rode home through the morning traffic. The entire way my mind replayed the photos his zooming in on her boobs navel ass cheeks the suggestion of western dress and bikini shoots. Realizing other men like the photographer and his friend were ogling my wife's body staring at her boobs her ass cheeks her navel imagining her in revealing clothes made me hornier and more excited than I had ever felt. My cock stayed rock hard the whole ride leaking precum my balls aching with twisted filthy arousal the dark thrill of her beauty being desired by strangers burning deeper into me with every kilometer toward home.



The ride home on my Splendor felt endless. Chennai traffic crawled while my mind replayed every filthy detail from the photo studio. The way the photographer zoomed in on my wife's massive boobs made the deep cleavage fill the monitor completely. Her dark nipples poked hard over the purple blouse like they begged for attention. The slow pan moved to her deep round navel and circled that dark tempting well with the cursor. Then the view pulled out to show her wide fertile hips flaring under the low tied saree. Finally the zoom tightened on her plump ass cheeks. The panty line showed sharp over her ass cheeks over the saree and highlighted how juicy and round they looked from behind. Every zoom made my cock twitch harder against my trousers. The engine vibration only added to the torment.
But what kept the fire burning hottest was knowing other men had seen her like that. The photographer and his friend stared openly at her photos. Their eyes stayed hungry on her boobs pushing hard against the purple blouse. They lingered on her deep round navel exposed above the low tied saree. They fixed on her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the purple saree. They studied her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the dbang. They zoomed in and out. They lingered on every angle. They whispered about western dresses and bikinis and late night shoots and close ups and item songs. They discussed how she would look on screen. They talked about how others would watch her and enjoy her beauty from afar without her knowing while I stayed hidden just like today.
The thought of strangers ogling my wife's massive boobs and imagining peeling her pallu aside to expose more cleavage made my cock leak steadily the whole ride. Picturing her deep navel being licked and her plump ass cheeks slapped and her full red lips parted again like yesterday sent sharp jealousy stabbing my chest. Yet that same jealousy flipped instantly into raw filthy excitement. Hidden eyes devoured her body. Secret gazes traced her nipples poking over the blouse. Forbidden desire built while she remained innocent and unaware. My cock throbbed painfully hard against the seam of my trousers. Pre cum soaked through as I imagined the photographer keeping extra prints. I pictured him jerking his own cock to her boobs and ass cheeks late at night. I saw him showing them to more men who would whisper how hot she looked. They would want to see her boobs bounce and her ass cheeks jiggle and her navel glisten under lights.
By the time I parked the bike outside our government quarters my cock was rock hard. My balls ached with need. I adjusted myself discreetly. My heart raced. I knew I would replay those photos in my mind tonight while my wife slept beside me. Her mangalsutra would rest heavy between her massive boobs. She would stay completely unaware that the simple act of getting passport photos had awakened this dark hunger inside me. The realization that other men ogling my wife and desiring her massive boobs and her deep navel and her plump ass cheeks and her thick juicy thighs and imagining her in revealing clothes made me hornier and more excited than any direct touch ever had. I entered the house quietly. My cock still throbbed. I already craved the next hidden glimpse. I craved the next forbidden thrill of watching strangers lust after my beautiful innocent wife from the shadows while she remained blissfully unaware.



I reached home still hard from the ride. My cock throbbed inside my trousers as I sat at the small table in our living room. I pulled out the passport size photos from the envelope. My wife's beautiful face stared back at me her large dark eyes shining her full red lips curved in that proud smile the mangalsutra resting heavy between her massive boobs. I took the application form and stuck the photos carefully in the marked spaces using the glue stick. Her innocent smile looked perfect next to the college details. I folded the extra full body contact prints and slid them inside the file along with her twelfth marks card transfer certificate marriage certificate and other documents. The file felt thick and important now ready for submission. I kept everything neatly arranged and closed the file.
In the afternoon I left for office. The day dragged slow my mind drifting back to the photos and the photographer's words about western dresses and bikinis. My cock stayed half hard under the desk thinking about my wife in tight jeans or a short top or even smaller. After office I stopped at the college. The old building looked quiet in the late afternoon light. I went to the admission office paid the fees in cash and got the receipt stamped. The clerk confirmed her name was entered in the evening batch for B.A. Sociology. He added casually that the classes had started a week ago and my wife would be the last student to join this batch. Everything was done. I felt a strange mix of pride and that dark excitement again knowing soon she would begin attending evening classes.
I called my wife from the office phone before leaving.
"Sudha admission is done. Fees paid everything complete. Classes started a week ago you will be the last student to join this batch. Get ready and wait for me in the evening. I will take you to college at six," I said voice steady but my cock twitching at the thought of her stepping into that world.
"Really Rajesh? Classes already started? I am so excited I cannot believe it," she replied voice bright and trembling with joy.
"Yes love. Be ready when I reach," I told her before hanging up.
By the time I reached home at five thirty my wife was already waiting near the door. She wore her favorite red saree with a matching red blouse that hugged her massive boobs so tightly the deep cleavage spilled out even with the pallu dbangd modestly over her shoulder. The saree tied low on her wide hips exposed her deep round navel like a dark inviting hole in her flat stomach. Her dark nipples poked hard over the red blouse from the excitement and the cool evening air. The red color made her jet black hair shine brighter and her full red lips look wet and plump. Her plump ass cheeks looked even juicier under the tight dbang the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree as she shifted her weight. Her thick juicy thighs rubbed together under the saree promising softness. The mangalsutra rested deep in her cleavage the gold pendant nestling perfectly between her heavy boobs. She looked impossibly hot ready to step out into the world again after years of being just wife and mother.
I quickly went inside freshened up splashed water on my face changed into my white shirt and white dhoti. I tucked the shirt neatly adjusted the dhoti around my waist and came out. My wife smiled shyly her boobs rising and falling with quick breaths nipples poking even harder over the red blouse.
"You look beautiful Sudha. Ready for your first college day even if you are joining late," I said voice low eyes locked on her boobs and navel.
"Yes Rajesh I feel nervous but excited too. I cannot wait to start learning," she whispered cheeks flushing.
We stepped out at six. The sky was almost dark street lights flickering on. I started the Splendor she sat behind me sidesaddle her boobs crushing softly against my back the mangalsutra brushing my shirt. Her arms wrapped around my waist her thick thighs hugging my hips as we rode through the evening streets toward the college. Her ass cheeks jiggled slightly on the seat the red saree fluttering in the breeze the panty line still visible over her ass cheeks over the saree whenever we hit a bump. My cock hardened again feeling her massive boobs press against me knowing soon she would begin her evening classes. The thought sent fresh precum leaking as we neared the old college building under the dim street lamps.



The college building looked almost empty when we arrived at six. The old compound was dark under the dim street lamps only a handful of lights glowed in a few windows. No crowds no noise just the quiet hum of evening classes already in session for a week. My wife clung to my arm her red saree fluttering slightly in the night breeze her massive boobs rising and falling with nervous breaths nipples poking hard over the red blouse. Her deep round navel showed clearly above the low tied saree her wide hips swaying as we walked toward the small office room near the entrance.
I pushed the door open and led her inside. The cashier who had collected the fees from me earlier sat behind a wooden desk under a single tube light. He was middle aged balding with a thick mustache and a pot belly straining his shirt buttons. The moment he looked up and saw my wife his eyes widened. His gaze locked on her immediately traveling from her jet black hair down to her full red lips then straight to her massive boobs pushing hard against the red blouse the deep cleavage spilling out under the dbangd pallu. His stare dropped lower to her exposed deep round navel then to her wide fertile hips and finally lingered on her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the red saree the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree as she stood there shyly. His right hand slipped inside his right trouser pocket and he began rubbing his cock over the material slowly at first then faster his knuckles moving visibly under the pocket cloth while his left hand rested on the desk pretending to shuffle papers.
"Sir you must be Rajesh. And this must be Sudha the new student," he said voice thick and excited his right hand jerking his cock inside the pocket as he stared at her boobs and navel.
My wife nodded cheeks flushing her boobs heaving slightly nipples poking even harder over the red blouse.
"Yes sir I am Sudha," she answered softly voice full of pride and nervousness.
The cashier smiled wider his eyes never leaving her body. He stood up from his chair moved to the other side of the counter so he could see her better from an angle that showed her plump ass cheeks and the way her thick juicy thighs rubbed together under the red saree. His right hand stayed deep inside his right pocket jerking his cock in steady rhythmic strokes the pocket cloth tenting slightly with each upward pull while his left hand reached into a drawer. He pulled out a laminated college ID card with her passport photo stuck on it and held it out. My wife stepped forward her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red saree her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she moved. She took the ID card from his hand her fingers brushing his for a second. The moment she held it her large dark eyes filled with tears of joy. Pride swelled inside her chest making her massive boobs rise higher nipples stiff and prominent over the red blouse. She looked at the card her name printed clearly along with the college logo and batch details. After so many years of waiting motherhood and household duties she finally had proof she was a student again. Her full red lips curved into a wide happy smile her mangalsutra shifting between her heavy boobs as she clutched the ID card to her chest.
The cashier kept staring from his position on the other side of the counter his right hand jerking his cock faster inside the pocket now the movements obvious under the trouser material his breathing heavier while his eyes roamed her boobs her deep navel her wide hips and back up to her proud smiling face. His cock jerked harder inside the pocket the tent growing bigger his knuckles rubbing up and down the full length faster and faster. His face flushed his mustache twitching his eyes locked on her massive boobs heaving with pride nipples poking hard over the red blouse then down to her deep round navel then to her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she shifted her weight. His balls tightened visibly under the trousers his hand stroking frantically now the pocket cloth straining with each rough jerk.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm he moaned low in his throat as he was about to cum.
The moment, the id fell on the floor and my wife bent to pick it up, he could not hold hold it more watching her ass in her saree and began cumming all over his hand inside the pocket. Thick hot ropes of cum soaked through the pocket cloth dark wet patches spreading on his trousers as his body shuddered knees buckling slightly against the counter. His hand slowed but kept squeezing milking every drop while his eyes stayed glued to my wife's proud smiling face her massive boobs still rising and falling her nipples stiff over the red blouse.
My cock hardened instantly inside my dhoti watching him ogle her so openly jerking his cock right there and cumming hard while staring at my wife's hot body in the red saree and red blouse. Jealousy burned but the filthy excitement of another man lusting after my wife jerking his cock to her massive boobs and plump ass cheeks right in front of me made my own cock throb painfully leaking precum as we stood there in the quiet office room.

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My wife held the college ID card tightly against her massive boobs her proud smile still wide her dark nipples poking hard over the red blouse as she looked around the quiet office room. She turned to the cashier her full red lips parting slightly.

"Sir why is the college so empty today? I thought evening classes would have more students," she asked voice soft and curious her boobs rising with each breath the mangalsutra shifting between her heavy boobs.
The cashier leaned against the counter his right hand still inside his right trouser pocket the wet patch on the trouser material dark and sticky from where he had just cum moments ago. He smiled wider his mustache twitching his eyes never leaving her boobs and deep round navel.
"Madam most students here work in the daytime. They come only in the evening after their jobs. Your batch is small especially. Only four boys are studying in your class. Giridhar Sir handles all the subjects for them. He is the only lecturer for your batch," he explained voice low and thick his fingers resting now over the damp spot in his pocket while he stared at her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the red saree.
My wife nodded slowly her cheeks flushing deeper her boobs heaving gently nipples stiff over the red blouse as she absorbed the information.
"Only four boys? That is very small batch," she said quietly pride mixing with a touch of shyness in her voice.
The cashier chuckled his eyes still roaming her wide fertile hips and the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red saree.
"Yes madam small but active. And every two months we have evening programs like Independence Day celebrations or other social awareness events. All students must participate and perform. You will have to join also dance or sing or give a speech something like that," he added eyes devouring her massive boobs and deep round navel.
My wife blushed harder her full red lips parting in surprise her boobs rising sharply nipples poking even harder over the red blouse.
"No sir I cannot perform. I have never done that before," she said shyly shaking her head her jet black hair swaying her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the saree.
The cashier leaned closer his voice dropping lower.
"Madam it is compulsory for all students. You are a student now you have to participate. Everyone does. It will be fun," he insisted eyes locked on her proud smiling face her massive boobs still rising and falling her nipples stiff over the red blouse.
My wife bit her lower lip her cheeks burning but before she could reply the bell rang loud and sharp echoing through the empty corridors.
The cashier straightened up reluctantly pulling his hand out of his pocket the wet patch on his trousers clearly visible now dark and spreading.
"Class time madam. Quick go to classroom thirty six. Giridhar Sir will be waiting," he said pointing toward the corridor.
My wife glanced at me eyes wide and shy clutching her ID card tighter against her boobs.
"Rajesh come with me please. I feel shy going alone," she whispered her voice trembling her boobs heaving faster nipples stiff over the red blouse her plump ass cheeks shifting under the red saree as she turned toward the door.
I nodded my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti from watching the cashier ogle her so openly and cum right there while staring at my wife's hot body in the red saree and red blouse. We stepped out into the dim corridor together her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step her ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the red saree the panty line still visible over her ass cheeks over the saree as we hurried toward classroom thirty six.



We hurried down the dim corridor together my wife's red saree rustling softly with each step her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red saree her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the dbang. Her massive boobs bounced heavily nipples poking hard over the red blouse the mangalsutra swinging between her deep cleavage. The corridor was empty and quiet only our footsteps echoing off the old walls the air thick with the smell of chalk and old books.
Room thirty six was at the far end a small classroom with the door slightly ajar. Giridhar Sir had already started the class his low voice drifting out as he explained something about social structures. The moment we reached the doorway he stopped mid sentence and came out into the corridor. He was dark skinned average looking medium height with short cropped hair a neat mustache and wire rimmed glasses wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers. His eyes widened when he saw us especially when they landed on my wife standing close to me her boobs heaving with quick nervous breaths nipples stiff over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed above the low tied saree.
"Hello who are you both? Are you the newly joined lecturers?" he asked looking from me to my wife his gaze lingering on her massive boobs and wide hips for a second longer than necessary.
My wife laughed first a soft surprised sound then quickly controlled herself her cheeks flushing deeper. She held up her college ID card properly showing him the photo and details.
"No sir I am Sudha the new student. I joined today. This is my husband Rajesh he came to drop me," she said voice sweet and shy her boobs rising with a quick breath nipples poking even harder over the red blouse.
Giridhar Sir blinked then laughed too a warm easy sound that made his mustache twitch. I joined in and we three laughed together for a moment the tension easing in the quiet corridor.
He took the ID card from her hand looked at it closely then handed it back with a gentle smile.
"Sudha welcome. I am Giridhar your lecturer. I handle all the subjects for this small batch. Sociology fundamentals Indian society rural urban studies social problems research methods everything. You will be with us now," he said his dark eyes looking directly into hers his voice warm as he used her name.
My wife smiled wider pride shining in her large dark eyes her mangalsutra shifting between her heavy boobs as she nodded.
"Thank you sir. I am happy to be here finally," she said softly her full red lips curving sweetly.
Giridhar Sir extended his right hand.
"Pleasure to have you in class Sudha," he said.
My wife placed her hand in his shaking it gently her fingers small and soft against his palm her boobs jiggling slightly with the motion nipples stiff over the red blouse. He held her hand a second longer than needed his dark eyes looking directly into hers before releasing it.
The corridor remained empty and quiet around us only the low murmur of the four boys inside the classroom continuing their discussion. My cock hardened inside my dhoti watching the way Giridhar Sir looked at my wife his gaze warm but lingering taking in her massive boobs her deep navel her plump ass cheeks under the red saree. The dark thrill twisted in my gut again knowing she would sit in his class every evening with him teaching her watching her boobs rise and fall as she took notes her nipples perhaps poking over whatever blouse she wore that day. Jealousy burned but the filthy excitement of another man desiring my beautiful wife made my cock throb painfully leaking precum as we stood there in the dim light.



Giridhar Sir kept his warm friendly smile as he looked at my wife standing in the dim corridor her red saree dbangd perfectly her massive boobs rising and falling gently nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed and tempting above the low tied saree. He spoke in a calm steady voice making her feel at ease.
"Sudha I am strict about punctuality. Classes start sharp at six. Today you are late because it is your first day but from tomorrow please be on time. If you come late I will have to give punishment like extra assignments or standing outside for a while. Understood?" he said his dark eyes meeting hers kindly.
My wife smiled shyly her cheeks flushing a soft pink her boobs heaving with a quick breath nipples stiff over the red blouse.
"Yes sir I will be on time from tomorrow," she agreed nodding sweetly her full red lips curving in a submissive smile.
Giridhar Sir nodded satisfied then continued in the same gentle encouraging tone.
"Also Sudha please do not come in saree every day. It might confuse you with the lecturers and the boys are younger than you they might feel intimidated or shy to discuss freely. I want everyone to be friendly share notes talk openly about topics. Come in simple kurti top and leggings or salwar something comfortable and student like. It will help you mix better with the batch and feel more relaxed in class," he advised his voice kind and thoughtful eyes meeting hers with genuine concern.
My wife nodded again her smile growing more relaxed her boobs rising gently nipples still prominent over the red blouse but her shoulders easing as she listened.
"Okay sir I will do that. Thank you for telling me," she said softly voice grateful and comfortable her large dark eyes shining with trust.
Giridhar Sir smiled one last time his mustache twitching slightly.
"Good Sudha. Now before you go inside let me explain the dress code properly so you are clear from the start," he said his tone still friendly and reassuring as he gestured for her to stay a moment longer in the quiet corridor.





Giridhar Sir kept his warm friendly smile as he looked at my wife standing in the dim corridor her red saree dbangd perfectly her massive boobs rising and falling gently nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed and tempting above the low tied saree. He spoke in a calm steady voice making her feel at ease.
"Good Sudha. Now about the dress code in detail so you are clear from the start. You can wear modern clothes like kurti top and leggings or salwar but please no short skirts. Short skirts will reveal your panties when you sit or move and it will distract the other students. I want the focus to stay on studies and discussions not on anything else," he explained his tone firm yet caring eyes flicking briefly to her wide hips then back to her face.
My wife nodded quickly her cheeks flushing deeper her boobs rising with a small breath nipples poking hard over the red blouse.
"Yes sir I understand. No short skirts," she said softly agreeing without hesitation.
The mention of her panties being revealed under a short skirt made my cock throb instantly inside my dhoti leaking precum as I pictured my wife's panties accidentally showing to the four younger boys in class their eyes fixed on her pussy lips outlined under the thin material her plump ass cheeks shifting as she sat. Jealousy stabbed sharp but the filthy excitement of her panties distracting them while she sat innocently taking notes made my balls tighten painfully my cock leaking steadily.
Giridhar Sir continued his voice still kind and reassuring.
"You are allowed to wear modern clothes Sudha but nothing revealing any bra or panties. No low neck kurti top that shows bra straps or deep cuts. No tight leggings that make panty line too obvious over your ass cheeks. Keep it simple decent and comfortable so everyone feels easy to talk and share ideas with you," he advised eyes warm and encouraging.
My wife nodded again her smile sweet and trusting her mangalsutra shifting between her heavy boobs as she spoke.
"Yes sir I only wear saree in the day and nighty at night. I will choose simple kurti top and leggings that follow your rules," she said voice soft and obedient her full red lips curving gently.
The casual talk of her bra and panties her panty line over her ass cheeks her bra straps showing made my cock throb even harder inside my dhoti pre cum soaking through as I imagined her in tight leggings the panty line visible over her plump ass cheeks the boys staring at her boobs pushing against a simple kurti top her nipples perhaps poking over the material during discussions. Jealousy burned hot in my chest but the dark filthy thrill of Giridhar Sir advising her about her bra and panties while she listened so sweetly made my balls ache with need my cock leaking steadily as we stood in the quiet corridor.




Giridhar Sir kept his warm friendly smile as he looked at my wife standing in the dim corridor her red saree dbangd perfectly her massive boobs rising and falling gently nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed and tempting above the low tied saree. He spoke in a calm steady voice making her feel at ease.
"Sudha do not worry. I have a lot of experience in teaching. I will make sure you pass in all exams with good marks. You just attend class regularly and ask doubts freely," he said his dark eyes meeting hers kindly.
My wife smiled at him her full red lips curving wide her cheeks flushing with happiness her boobs heaving with excitement nipples stiff over the red blouse.
"Thank you sir. I feel so relieved now," she said softly voice grateful her large dark eyes shining with trust.
Giridhar Sir laughed warmly his mustache twitching.
"Welcome to college life Sudha," he said and grabbed my wife's waist with both hands pulling her toward him and took my wife into his complete embrace hugging her body fully against his.
My wife was taken aback at first her eyes widening her boobs crushing against his chest the mangalsutra squashed between them her deep round navel rubbing his shirt her plump ass cheeks shifting as she balanced. But she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him back saying thank you sir.
"Thank you sir," she whispered her boobs crushed harder against him her nipples stiff over the red blouse rubbing his chest.
Giridhar Sir held the hug longer his hands on her waist squeezing gently.
"Get used to hugs Sudha. It is college life. Everyone hugs here to celebrate to welcome to enjoy college life. You will enjoy a lot," he said voice low and friendly his hands still on her waist.
My wife looked at me her eyes questioning her arms still around his neck her boobs crushed against him. I faked a smile at her nodding slightly but deep inside I was horny my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum watching Giridhar Sir hug my wife so completely his hands on her waist her boobs crushed against his chest her nipples rubbing him her plump ass cheeks shifting. My smile gave my wife permission to hug and she hugged him back more freely now her arms tightening around his neck her boobs crushing harder her body relaxing into the embrace smiling happily.
"Yes sir I will enjoy college life," she said softly hugging him tighter her mangalsutra dangling between them her deep round navel rubbing his shirt her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red saree.
The sight of my wife hugging Giridhar Sir so freely her massive boobs crushed against his chest her nipples stiff over the red blouse her waist grabbed by his hands made my cock throb painfully hard inside my dhoti pre cum soaking through my balls aching with filthy excitement. Jealousy burned but the dark thrill of seeing her embrace another man so openly while she looked at me for permission and hugged tighter after my smile made my cock leak more as we stood in the quiet corridor.




Giridhar Sir placed his hand gently on my wife's lower back guiding her inside classroom thirty six. My wife glanced back at me her eyes wide with shyness but she stepped through the door her red saree rustling her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red saree her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step her massive boobs bouncing heavily nipples poking hard over the red blouse the mangalsutra swinging between her deep cleavage.
I stayed outside in the dim corridor peering through the small window beside the door my cock already hard inside my dhoti leaking precum as I watched. Inside the small classroom four young Tamil boys sat at wooden desks their eyes snapping up the moment my wife entered. Their names were Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik all around twenty three twenty four dark haired lean and fit wearing simple shirts and trousers. The moment they saw my wife in her red saree their eyes widened and each one developed a visible boner tenting their trousers as they stared at her massive boobs pushing hard against the red blouse her deep round navel exposed her wide fertile hips her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the saree.
Throughout the whole class they kept ogling my wife their eyes fixed on her massive boobs rising and falling with each breath her nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel her wide hips swaying slightly when she shifted in her seat her plump ass cheeks pressing against the chair. Giridhar Sir was very professional teaching the lesson on social structures his voice clear and steady never once breaking focus while the boys stole glances at my wife's boobs and navel their boners never going down.
At the end of the class Giridhar Sir closed his book and looked around.
"Any doubts Sudha or others?" he asked.
My wife raised her hand shyly her boobs lifting with the motion nipples stiff over the red blouse.
"Sir I did not understand the difference between rural and urban social structures completely can you explain again?" she asked voice soft but clear.
Giridhar Sir smiled warmly his eyes meeting hers with approval.
"Good question Sudha. Very good. See boys this is how you should ask doubts. Sudha is new but already thinking deeply. Learn from her," he said praising her openly his voice encouraging.
He then stepped closer to the blackboard picked up the chalk and began explaining the doubt in detail.
"Sudha rural social structures are based on agriculture joint families caste systems strong community ties and traditional values. Urban social structures are more individualistic nuclear families class based on occupation education and income weaker community ties but more mobility and diversity. For example in rural areas social status comes from land ownership and family reputation while in urban areas it comes from job position and money. Rural changes are slow urban changes are fast due to migration technology. But honestly Sudha your beauty itself is like a perfect blend of rural grace and urban charm. Rural simplicity in your smile traditional elegance in your saree and modern confidence in your questions. You make the comparison even clearer than any textbook," he said with a gentle laugh his eyes sparkling as he looked at her massive boobs heaving proudly nipples stiff over the red blouse her deep round navel shining under the light.
My wife blushed deeply her cheeks turning a soft crimson her boobs rising higher nipples poking even harder over the red blouse pride and shy happiness mixing in her large dark eyes.
"Thank you sir now it is clear," she said softly voice trembling with emotion her full red lips curving in a sweet smile.
Giridhar Sir nodded satisfied.
"Excellent Sudha. Keep asking like this," he said then turned to the class. "Now attendance."
He took out the register and began calling names one by one the boys answering present their eyes still flicking to my wife's boobs and navel while Giridhar Sir marked the register never leaving the room his friendly gaze occasionally resting on my wife with approval.
From my spot at the window I watched the whole class my cock rock hard inside my dhoti throbbing painfully leaking precum as the four boys ogled my wife throughout the lesson their boners never subsiding their eyes tracing her massive boobs her deep navel her plump ass cheeks on the chair. My wife sat innocently taking notes her nipples stiff over the red blouse her boobs heaving with each breath proud after Giridhar Sir praised her doubt explained it patiently and compared her beauty to the lesson itself. Jealousy burned hot in my chest but the filthy excitement of seeing my wife admired desired ogled by four young men and complimented so openly by Giridhar Sir made my balls ache my cock leaking steadily as I stood hidden in the dim corridor staring through the glass.

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Giridhar Sir finished marking the attendance register and closed it with a satisfied nod. He looked around the small classroom at the four boys then at my wife sitting in the front row her red saree dbangd neatly her massive boobs still rising and falling gently nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed her wide fertile hips settled on the chair her plump ass cheeks pressed against the seat.

"Thank you everyone. Class is over for today. See you tomorrow sharp at six," he said his voice clear and professional.
The boys gathered their books slowly their eyes still flicking to my wife's boobs and navel their boners still tenting their trousers as they stood up.
Giridhar Sir turned to my wife with a warm smile.
"Sudha come with me for a moment," he said gesturing for her to follow.
My wife stood up her boobs bouncing heavily nipples stiff over the red blouse her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the red saree as she walked toward him. Giridhar Sir stepped out into the corridor first and spotted me at the window. He smiled and waved me over.
"Rajesh please come along too," he called his voice friendly.
I stepped into the corridor my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum as I followed them. Giridhar Sir led my wife toward the staff room at the end of the hall I walked behind watching her ass cheeks sway under the red saree the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree with each step.
The staff room door was open. Inside two male staff members sat at a table drinking tea one older with graying hair the other younger and fit both in shirts and trousers. They looked up as Giridhar Sir entered with my wife and me.
Giridhar Sir turned to face me his hand still lightly on my wife's lower back.
"Rajesh your wife Sudha was brilliant today. So attentive so quick to ask doubts. I am proud to have such a student in my class," he said voice full of genuine praise his dark eyes meeting mine then flicking to my wife's boobs and navel.
The two other male staff members stared openly at my wife their eyes roaming her massive boobs pushing hard against the red blouse her deep round navel her wide hips and especially her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the red saree as she stood there proudly.
My wife smiled brightly her cheeks flushing with happiness her boobs rising higher nipples stiff over the red blouse pride swelling in her chest.
"Thank you sir. I am happy to be here," she said softly her full red lips curving sweetly.
Giridhar Sir laughed warmly.
"So proud of you Sudha," he said and grabbed my wife's waist with both hands pulling her close to him and took her into his complete embrace hugging her body fully against his.
My wife wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him back saying thank you her boobs crushing against his chest nipples rubbing his shirt through the red blouse her deep round navel pressing his stomach her plump ass cheeks shifting as she balanced. She felt his body against hers the warmth the firmness but since he had told her to get used to hugs she did not say anything just hugged him tighter.
"Thank you sir," she whispered her voice soft and grateful.
Giridhar Sir held the hug a moment longer his hands on her waist squeezing gently.
"See you tomorrow Sudha. Do not come late or punishment," he said smiling as he released her.
My wife smiled back her boobs heaving nipples still stiff over the red blouse.
"Sure sir I will be on time," she said with a sweet smile.
Giridhar Sir looked at her again his eyes warm.
"Give me another hug Sudha," he said opening his arms.
My wife stepped forward without hesitation wrapping her arms around his neck again hugging him tightly her boobs crushed against his chest nipples rubbing him through the red blouse. This time Giridhar Sir's right hand slid down gently grabbed her plump ass cheeks over the red saree squeezing one firmly his fingers digging into the soft flesh feeling the panty line over her ass cheeks over the saree while his left hand stayed on her waist. My wife felt his hand grab her ass cheeks the squeeze the pressure she gasped softly her cheeks burning but hugged him back more freely her arms tight around his neck her boobs pressed hard against him.
Giridhar Sir smiled at us over her shoulder still holding her ass cheeks in his hand as he continued talking to the other two staff members about some college matter his voice casual.
My wife slowly released the hug stepping back her boobs heaving faster nipples stiff over the red blouse her cheeks flushed but smiling happily. We started turning toward the door to leave for the parking lot.
I was so horny my cock rock hard inside my dhoti throbbing painfully leaking precum the whole time watching Giridhar Sir grab my wife's waist pull her into hugs squeeze her plump ass cheeks over the red saree while she hugged back freely after my silent permission her boobs crushed against him her nipples rubbing him. Jealousy twisted sharp in my gut but the filthy excitement of seeing my wife embraced touched squeezed by her lecturer right in front of other staff members made my balls ache my cock leaking steadily as we began walking toward the parking lot.



We reached home after the long ride my cock still throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum from the entire evening of watching Giridhar Sir hug my wife squeeze her ass cheeks over the red saree while she hugged him back freely. We went straight to our bedroom my wife closed the door the soft click echoing in the quiet room lit only by the dim yellow bulb overhead casting warm shadows across the tiled floor.
She stood in front of the mirror first unpinned her red saree pallu from her left shoulder the gold pin clinking as she removed it. The red pallu loosened and slid slowly down her right shoulder exposing more of her massive boobs pushing hard against the red blouse her deep cleavage becoming deeper her dark nipples poking even harder over the red blouse as the cool air hit her upper chest. She caught the falling pallu with both hands let it glide down her arms inch by inch the red saree pallu whispering against her arms until the entire pallu hung loose from her waist exposing her full red blouse stretched tight over her enormous boobs the front hooks straining slightly.
She reached to her waist untucked the pleats of the red saree from the red petticoat string one by one the tucked folds releasing slowly the red saree loosening around her wide fertile hips. She began unwinding the red saree from her body turning slightly as she pulled the layers off her hips the red saree dbangs gliding down her thick juicy thighs inch by inch revealing the red petticoat tied tightly around her waist the red petticoat string digging slightly into her soft stomach above her deep round navel. The red saree pooled at her feet in a cascade of red folds she stepped out of it carefully her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she balanced folded the red saree neatly and placed it on the chair now standing in her red blouse and red petticoat her massive boobs heaving nipples stiff over the red blouse her deep round navel fully exposed her wide hips flaring out.
She unhooked her red blouse front hooks one by one starting from the top each hook releasing with a soft click the red blouse opening gradually her white bra coming into view the white cups barely containing her enormous boobs her dark nipples pushing hard against the thin white bra material. She slid the red blouse off her shoulders peeled it down her arms dropped it on the chair her massive boobs bouncing free in the white bra the deep cleavage spilling over the bra cups her nipples erect and visible through the white bra.
She untied the red petticoat string at her waist pushed the red petticoat down her wide hips the red petticoat gliding smoothly over her thick juicy thighs pooling at her ankles. She stepped out of it folded it placed it with the red saree now standing only in her white bra and white panties her massive boobs heaving in the white bra nipples stiff and dark through the thin white bra cups her deep round navel her wide hips her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the white panties the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips outlining their swollen shape her thick juicy thighs glistening slightly from the wetness dripping down.
She looked down at her soaked white panties then at me her cheeks flushing deeper her boobs rising with a shaky breath nipples stiff through the white bra.
"Rajesh see how wet my panties got after Giridhar Sir hugged me. I felt so strange when he hugged me," she said shyly her voice trembling her pussy lips throbbing visibly under the wet white panties.
I instantly felt hornier my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti leaking more precum as I stared at her soaked white panties the dark wet patch spreading between her thick juicy thighs outlining her swollen pussy lips.
"It is just natural Sudha. Happens sometimes," I said casually my voice rough with lust.
I carried her to the bed laid her down quickly unhooked her white bra from behind pulled it off her massive boobs bounced free her dark nipples erect and hard. I removed her white panties down her wide hips peeled them off her thick juicy thighs her pussy completely soaked glistening wet her pussy lips swollen and dripping with arousal.
I slept on her immediately shoved my hard cock inside her soaked pussy thrusting deep her pussy walls clenching around my cock as I began fucking her hard.
My wife moaned softly her arms around my neck her massive boobs crushed against my chest her nipples rubbing my skin.
"Rajesh I felt turned on when Giridhar Sir hugged me. His hands on my waist his body against mine I felt strange heat between my thighs," she confessed innocently her voice trembling her pussy clenching around my cock as I thrust deeper.
I fucked her harder my cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy her confessions making me hornier.
"When he grabbed my ass cheeks squeezed them so boldly I felt my pussy tingle so much wetness came suddenly. I am sorry Rajesh I should not feel like that," she whispered apologetically her boobs bouncing with each thrust her pussy gripping my cock tighter.
"It is common Sudha. Get used to it. College life has hugs touches. It is natural," I said casually my voice rough thrusting faster my cock pounding her pussy her confessions driving me wild.
"When he hugged me tighter his cock pressed against my stomach I felt my pussy throb. I am sorry Rajesh I was not supposed to feel horny," she moaned softly her pussy clenching around my cock her massive boobs jiggling nipples stiff.
"Do not make it a big issue Sudha. It was just body reaction. Natural. Happens to everyone," I said casually thrusting deeper my cock slamming into her soaked pussy her innocent confessions about feeling horny from Giridhar Sir's hug his squeeze on her ass cheeks his cock against her stomach making my balls tighten.
As she neared her orgasm her pussy clenching tighter around my cock her massive boobs bouncing wildly nipples stiff her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips she looked into my eyes her voice breaking with moans.
"Mmm Rajesh... what if he hugs me tomorrow as well... ahh... will he grab my ass cheeks again... I feel so bad but it makes me so wet... mmm... I cannot stop thinking about his cock pressing against me," she moaned softly her pussy throbbing around my cock her confessions pushing me closer to the edge.
"Let him Sudha... let him hug you tomorrow... let him grab your ass cheeks again... it is just natural... get used to it," I growled thrusting harder my cock slamming deep into her soaked pussy the filthy thought of Giridhar Sir hugging her again grabbing her ass cheeks pressing his cock against her stomach making my balls tighten painfully.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and came deep inside my wife's pussy I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she moaned and began cumming all over my cock. My cock pulsed shooting thick hot cum deep inside her pussy her pussy walls clenching milking every drop her body shuddering under me her massive boobs heaving nipples stiff her pussy soaking wet with our mixed cum the wet squelching slowing as we trembled together.
We lay there breathing hard my cock still inside her pussy her arms around my neck her boobs crushed against my chest the dark filthy thrill of her confessions her arousal from Giridhar Sir's touches and the thought of tomorrow's hugs making me hornier even after cumming deep inside her.


My cock still twitched inside her soaked pussy cum leaking slowly from her pussy lips mixing with her wetness dripping down her thick juicy thighs onto the bedsheet the musky scent of our release thick in the warm bedroom air. I stayed buried deep her pussy walls fluttering softly around my softening cock her massive boobs crushed against my chest her nipples still stiff rubbing my skin with each shaky breath. I kissed her face slowly my lips brushing her flushed cheeks tasting the salty-sweet sweat on her cheeks her forehead her closed eyelids the faint jasmine perfume lingering in her jet black hair mixing with the raw scent of her arousal.
"Sudha feel free to feel horny if someone hugs and touches you... it is okay... you have me to take you home and fuck your brains out every night," I whispered between kisses my lips trailing along her jaw her full red lips her earlobe the warmth of her face against my mouth her soft cheeks trembling under my touch.
My wife hugged me tighter her arms around my neck her massive boobs pressing harder against my chest her nipples rubbing my skin her pussy clenching once more around my cock a soft gasp escaping her lips.
"Rajesh... I am so lucky to have such an understanding husband... thank you for letting me feel this way," she whispered her voice soft and emotional her full red lips finding mine in a deep slow kiss tasting of salt and desire her tongue sliding gently against mine the wet sounds of our mouths filling the quiet room her boobs heaving against me her pussy still warm and wet around my cock.
We kissed deeply our tongues entwining the wet slippery heat of her mouth the faint taste of her saliva mixing with mine her massive boobs crushed tighter her nipples stiff against my chest her thick juicy thighs wrapped around my hips her plump ass cheeks soft under my hands. I kissed her cheeks again her forehead her closed eyelids savoring the soft warmth of her face the salty-sweet sweat on her cheeks the lingering jasmine scent in her hair the faint musky aroma of her wet pussy still clinging to us.
She pulled back slightly her cheeks still flushed her large dark eyes sparkling with a mix of shyness and mischief her full red lips curving into a teasing smile.
"Rajesh... all my classmates were ogling me the whole time... I could feel their eyes glued to my boobs... staring at my navel... even following my ass cheeks when I shifted on the bench... it was so embarrassing but... it made me feel all tingly inside," she said with a soft giggle her voice light and playful her boobs jiggling slightly with the laugh her nipples stiff against my chest her pussy giving a soft clench around my cock still inside her.
I kissed her neck again my lips brushing the warm soft skin under her ear the faint jasmine scent stronger there.
"Let them ogle Sudha... let them stare at your boobs your navel your ass cheeks... feel free to enjoy that tingle... I love knowing they want you... and you come home to me to get fucked like this," I murmured against her neck my cock twitching inside her pussy the thought of the four boys staring at her all class making my balls ache again.
My wife smiled wider her arms tightening around my neck her massive boobs pressing harder against me her nipples rubbing my skin.
"You are really something Rajesh... I was trying to focus on the lesson but every time I moved... their eyes followed my boobs... like they could not look away... I even felt my nipples get harder under my blouse... it was so naughty... but exciting... what if they keep staring tomorrow too?" she whispered her giggle soft and teasing her pussy clenching around my cock again the wet warmth of her arousal mixing with my cum still inside her.
We kissed once more deep and slow our tongues sliding together the wet heat of her mouth the taste of her saliva her massive boobs crushed against my chest her nipples stiff against my skin. We fell asleep tangled together my cock still inside her pussy her arms around my neck her massive boobs crushed against my chest her nipples soft now against my skin the dark filthy thrill of her confessions her playful teasing about being ogled her arousal from Giridhar Sir's touches and the promise of tomorrow's class lingering in the quiet bedroom air as our breathing slowed into sleep the wet warmth of her pussy around my cock the faint musky scent of cum and arousal heavy around us.

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The next morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains waking us slowly. My cock was already hard inside my wife’s pussy from the night her pussy lips still warm and slick around me cum dried on her thick juicy thighs the musky scent of last night’s fucking lingering in the bedroom air. My wife stirred her massive boobs shifting against my chest nipples stiffening as she opened her eyes a soft smile curving her full red lips.

We did not talk about yesterday’s evening in college the hugs the squeezes the stares the way her pussy got wet from Giridhar Sir and the boys. Instead she kissed me deeply tasting the salt on my lips my cock twitching inside her pussy before she pulled away slowly cum leaking from her pussy lips dripping down her thighs. She moaned her boobs heaving nipples stiff as she got up to start the normal chores.
My wife made breakfast for the three sons helped them get ready packed their college bags kissed their heads and sent them off with my mother who had come early to take them to college. I watched from the bedroom door her white nighty clinging to her massive boobs her nipples poking hard over the thin nighty material her deep round navel visible through the low neck her wide hips swaying slightly as she moved around the kitchen the scent of coffee and toast mixing with her jasmine perfume.
"Sudha take rest today. Be ready in the evening when I come to take you to college," I said kissing her forehead my lips brushing her warm skin the jasmine scent still in her hair.
She smiled sweetly her boobs rising with a small breath nipples stiff over the white nighty.
"Okay Rajesh... I will be ready," she whispered nodding sweetly.
I went to office my cock half hard the whole morning thinking about yesterday’s evening in college. Giridhar Sir hugging her pulling her close his hands on her waist squeezing her plump ass cheeks over the red saree his cock pressing against her stomach while she hugged him back her boobs crushed against his chest her nipples rubbing him through the red blouse. The four boys ogling her massive boobs her deep round navel her plump ass cheeks their boners tenting their trousers as they stared the whole class. My wife sitting on the bench her boobs rising and falling nipples stiff over the red blouse her pussy getting wet from the attention from the hugs from the squeezes. The thought of her pussy tingling her pussy lips swelling her wetness soaking her panties made my cock throb painfully under the desk leaking precum all morning.
I came home in the evening my cock rock hard inside my dhoti the images of yesterday burning in my mind as I opened the door to find her waiting ready in her new outfit. She wore a white kurti top reaching below her knees with deep side slits revealing the shape of her wide hips and the outer curves of her thick juicy thighs when she moved the kurti top clinging to her massive boobs her dark nipples poking hard over the kurti top her deep round navel peeking from the short hem the pink leggings tight on her thick juicy thighs her plump ass cheeks round and firm the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings. Her jet black hair was tied in a loose ponytail fresh jasmine flowers tucked in the strands the scent rising as she walked toward me her boobs bouncing gently nipples stiff over the white kurti top her wide hips swaying seductively the side slits flashing glimpses of her thick juicy thighs her plump ass cheeks shifting under the tight pink leggings.
I looked at her my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum.
"Sudha you look so hot in this... the boys and Giridhar Sir are going to go crazy staring at your boobs your hips your ass cheeks," I said voice low my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti the thought of her in class tonight dressed like this making me hornier.
My wife laughed her cheeks flushing her boobs rising with the giggle nipples stiff over the white kurti top.
"Really Rajesh? But I am a mom now... a modest woman... a traditional Tamil housewife... I cannot let others ogle at me like that... I should wear loose clothes that hide everything... no tight leggings no side slits... something decent so I won’t distract the boys and Giridhar Sir," she said her voice innocent and concerned her large dark eyes wide pretending to be the shy traditional woman not knowing how much I loved the idea of other men staring at her.
I stepped closer my hand brushing her waist feeling the kurti top over her warm hips my cock throbbing against my dhoti.
"No Sudha... wear stylish kurti top and tight leggings like this... let them see your shape your boobs your ass cheeks... please," I said voice rough with lust my fingers squeezing her hips gently through the kurti top.
She looked at me shyly her cheeks flushing deeper her boobs rising with a small breath nipples stiff over the white kurti top.
"But Rajesh... I am a good mom... a modest wife... these clothes show too much... my boobs are too big in this kurti top... my ass cheeks jiggle in these leggings... I feel shy... I should change into my old saree to cover properly... so no one stares," she said innocently her voice soft and hesitant her large dark eyes looking up at me with concern her thick juicy thighs shifting under the tight pink leggings her plump ass cheeks round and firm.
"Sudha... no... please... wear this... it is normal in college... in city... let them look... it is okay... I want you to feel good... please," I said my voice pleading my cock leaking more precum my balls aching as I tried to convince her.
She bit her lower lip her cheeks burning red her boobs heaving nipples stiff over the white kurti top her wide hips swaying slightly as she thought.
"Rajesh... but I am traditional... I do not want to make others uncomfortable... or distract them... maybe loose clothes are better... no one will stare then... you would not mind that right?" she asked innocently her voice trembling slightly her large dark eyes searching mine her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties without her fully understanding why.
"Sudha... please... wear this... it is college life... city life... everyone dresses like this... it is normal... I want you to be happy... let them look... please," I begged my voice rough with need my cock throbbing painfully my balls aching with filthy excitement.
She looked at me for a long moment her cheeks flushed her boobs rising and falling nipples stiff over the white kurti top her thick juicy thighs shifting under the pink leggings.
"Okay Rajesh... if you say it is normal... I will wear this... but only because you insist... I do not want to disappoint you," she said softly her voice innocent and trusting her large dark eyes shining with a mix of shyness and relief her full red lips curving into a small smile.
I got ready quickly changed into my white shirt and white dhoti tucked the shirt neatly adjusted the dhoti around my waist and we left together for college my cock rock hard the whole ride the anticipation for her first full evening class in these clothes making me hornier with every kilometer her boobs bouncing behind me on the bike her ass cheeks jiggling on the seat her thick juicy thighs hugging my hips.



We rode through the evening streets my cock rock hard inside my dhoti the whole way her boobs bouncing behind me on the bike her plump ass cheeks jiggling on the seat her thick juicy thighs hugging my hips the pink leggings stretching tight over her ass cheeks the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings as she shifted with every turn the deep side slits of her white kurti top flashing glimpses of her wide hips and thick juicy thighs her dark nipples poking hard over the kurti top rubbing my back through my shirt.
On the road men stared openly at her legs in the tight pink leggings their eyes fixed on her thick juicy thighs the way the material clung to her curves outlining her pussy lips when she sat her plump ass cheeks round and firm on the bike seat some slowing their bikes to get a better look their heads turning as we passed making my cock throb harder leaking more precum inside my dhoti the filthy excitement of strangers ogling her legs her thighs her ass cheeks in public driving me wild.
We reached the college parking lot it was dark the old compound quiet under dim street lamps only a few bikes scattered around. An old beggar sat on the other side of the gate his ragged clothes dirty his eyes lighting up the moment he saw my wife getting off the bike. She began adjusting her kurti top pulling the hem down slightly smoothing the pink leggings over her thick juicy thighs her plump ass cheeks shifting as she bent slightly the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings her massive boobs jiggling nipples stiff over the white kurti top her deep round navel peeking from the short hem.
The beggar stared his eyes wide his right hand slipping inside his dirty trousers jerking his cock slowly at first then faster his breathing heavy as he watched my wife adjust her clothes her boobs bouncing her ass cheeks jiggling her thick juicy thighs rubbing together.
I grabbed my wife's plump ass cheeks over her pink leggings and kurti top squeezed them firmly my fingers digging into her ass cheeks feeling the panty line over her ass cheeks over the leggings pulling her close for a second my cock pressing against her hip through my dhoti. She gasped her cheeks flushing her boobs heaving nipples stiff over the white kurti top but smiled shyly pressing back against me.
The beggar watched me grab and squeeze her ass cheeks his hand jerking his cock faster inside his trousers his eyes glued to her plump ass cheeks my hands squeezing them the sight too much for him he could not hold it anymore his body shuddered thick cum shooting inside his trousers soaking the dirty material his hand milking every drop while staring at my wife's ass cheeks and thighs in the tight pink leggings her massive boobs heaving nipples stiff over the kurti top.
I had helped him not with money but with a visual treat letting him watch me grab and squeeze my wife's plump ass cheeks over her leggings and kurti top his cock exploding from the sight. My wife felt my hands squeezing her ass cheeks her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties but she said nothing just smiled shyly her cheeks flushed her boobs rising with quick breaths nipples stiff over the white kurti top.
From the classroom window Giridhar Sir called out.
"Sudha you are late again... hurry come inside," he said his voice carrying across the dark parking lot.
My wife startled her boobs bouncing nipples stiff over the white kurti top started running toward the classroom her plump ass cheeks jiggling wildly under the tight pink leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings her thick juicy thighs rubbing together her massive boobs bouncing heavily nipples stiff over the kurti top her wide hips swaying with each hurried step.
The beggar watched her run his hand jerking his cock again faster his eyes glued to her jiggling ass cheeks her bouncing boobs her thick juicy thighs pumping he could not hold it anymore his body shuddered thick cum shooting inside his trousers soaking the dirty material even more his hand milking every drop as my wife disappeared into the building.
I followed her quickly my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum the sight of her running her ass cheeks jiggling her boobs bouncing the beggar jerking off to her making my balls ache with filthy excitement as I reached the classroom doorway and stayed outside at the window in the dark peering through the glass to watch.
My wife stood at the doorway her boobs heaving from the run nipples stiff over the white kurti top her cheeks flushed.
"Excuse me sir," she said softly to Giridhar Sir her voice breathless her massive boobs rising and falling.
Giridhar Sir looked at her with a firm but kind expression.
"Sudha I already told you I am strict. I will punish for being late," he said his voice steady his dark eyes meeting hers.
My wife nodded her boobs rising with a quick breath nipples stiff over the white kurti top her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Yes sir... I understand... what is the punishment?" she asked softly her voice submissive her large dark eyes looking up at him with respect.
Giridhar Sir stepped closer his voice lowering.
"Your punishment for coming late today is hugging me for five minutes... since you were five minutes late. No excuses," he said his tone steady his eyes flicking briefly to her massive boobs then back to her face.
My wife hesitated her cheeks burning red her boobs heaving faster nipples stiff over the white kurti top but she nodded reluctantly.
"Okay sir... if that is the punishment," she whispered her voice trembling slightly her thick juicy thighs shifting under the tight pink leggings.
The four boys in the classroom Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik watched intently their boners tenting their trousers again their eyes glued to my wife's boobs her navel her wide hips her plump ass cheeks under the leggings as she stepped forward.
My wife looked toward the window seeing me watching from outside in the dark her large dark eyes meeting mine for a second a shy uncertain look in them before she wrapped her arms around Giridhar Sir's neck pulling him close her massive boobs crushing against his chest her nipples rubbing his shirt through the white kurti top her deep round navel pressing his stomach her wide hips against his her thick juicy thighs straddling his leg slightly.
Giridhar Sir hugged her back tightly his arms around her waist his hands sliding down to her plump ass cheeks over the pink leggings and kurti top squeezing them firmly his fingers digging into her ass cheeks feeling the panty line over her ass cheeks over the leggings his cock hardening against her lower stomach through his trousers.
My wife felt his cock throb against her stomach she gasped softly her cheeks burning but she kept hugging him her arms around his neck her boobs crushed harder against his chest her nipples stiff over the white kurti top rubbing him with every subtle movement.
The four boys watched wide-eyed their boners throbbing harder in their trousers their eyes fixed on my wife's boobs pressing against Giridhar Sir her ass cheeks being squeezed the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they stared silently their breathing heavy.
Giridhar Sir hugged her tighter his arms crushing her against him his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing violently under her body his breathing ragged. In minutes he could not hold it his body shuddered thick cum shooting inside his trousers soaking the material his cock pulsing against her stomach his hands clenching on her ass cheeks as he came hard quietly inside his trousers his face buried in her neck hiding the shudder.
My wife felt his cock pulse and cum against her stomach she gasped softly her pussy lips swelling under her panties her cheeks burning but she gently took his hands off her ass cheeks stepping back slightly her boobs heaving nipples stiff over the white kurti top.
"Five minutes is over sir," she said softly her voice trembling but firm her large dark eyes flicking to me through the window with a shy uncertain look her cheeks flushed her thick juicy thighs still rubbing together under the tight pink leggings her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stood straight.
Giridhar Sir released her slowly his hands sliding off her ass cheeks his trousers wet with cum his breathing heavy his face flushed but he nodded.
"Yes Sudha... five minutes over... take your seat now," he said voice hoarse his dark eyes still on her boobs her ass cheeks her thick juicy thighs.
My wife nodded her boobs heaving nipples stiff over the white kurti top her cheeks flushed as she walked to her seat her plump ass cheeks jiggling under the tight pink leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings the four boys staring hungrily the sexual tension still thick in the classroom as she sat down.
I stayed at the window outside in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum the sight of my wife hugging Giridhar Sir her boobs crushed against him his hands squeezing her ass cheeks his cock cumming in his trousers while the four boys watched ogling her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs driving me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement my balls aching as the class continued.


We reached home after the evening college class my cock still rock hard inside my dhoti leaking precum from the entire ride back her boobs bouncing behind me on the bike her plump ass cheeks jiggling on the seat her thick juicy thighs hugging my hips the pink leggings stretching tight over her ass cheeks the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings as she shifted the white kurti top clinging to her massive boobs her dark nipples poking hard over the kurti top her deep round navel peeking from the short hem.
We went straight to our bedroom my wife closed the door the click echoing in the quiet room lit by the dim yellow bulb overhead casting warm shadows across the tiled floor.
She stood in front of the mirror and began undressing to change into her nighty. She first pulled the white kurti top up from the hem lifting it slowly over her wide hips the soft material dragging against her thick juicy thighs revealing her pink leggings hugging her plump ass cheeks the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings then higher exposing her deep round navel her soft stomach her massive boobs in the white bra the deep cleavage spilling over the bra cups her dark nipples stiff and visible through the thin white bra material. She pulled the kurti top over her head her boobs bouncing free in the white bra her jet black hair falling loose from the ponytail jasmine flowers dropping to the floor the scent rising stronger. She folded the white kurti top neatly placed it on the chair now standing in her white bra and pink leggings her massive boobs heaving nipples stiff through the white bra her deep round navel fully exposed her wide hips flaring out.
She pushed the pink leggings down her wide hips the tight material sliding slowly over her plump ass cheeks revealing her white panties hugging her ass cheeks the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips outlining their swollen shape. She peeled the leggings down her thick juicy thighs inch by inch the material dragging against her legs until they pooled at her ankles she stepped out of them carefully folded the pink leggings placed them with the kurti top now standing only in her white bra and white panties her massive boobs heaving in the white bra nipples stiff and dark through the thin white bra cups her deep round navel her wide hips her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the white panties the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips.
She unhooked her white bra from behind the hooks releasing with soft clicks pulled it off her massive boobs bounced free her dark nipples erect and hard. She removed her white panties down her wide hips peeled them off her thick juicy thighs her pussy completely soaked glistening wet her pussy lips swollen and dripping with arousal.
She looked at me her cheeks flushing deeper her boobs rising with a shaky breath nipples stiff.
"Rajesh... Giridhar Sir was a pervert... he hugged me and rubbed his cock all over my thighs... and came... I felt it pulsing... soaking his trousers... I am sorry Rajesh I should not let that happen," she said shyly her voice trembling her pussy lips throbbing visibly her cheeks burning red.
I instantly felt hornier my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti leaking more precum as I stared at her naked body her massive boobs heaving nipples stiff her deep round navel her wide hips her plump ass cheeks her soaked pussy lips swollen and dripping.
I carried her to the bed laid her down quickly shoved my hard cock inside her soaked pussy thrusting deep her pussy walls clenching around my cock as I began fucking her hard recalling everything.
"Sudha you are so beautiful... it is normal for men to get turned on by you... it is college life... city life... men will hug touch stare... it is common here... get used to it," I said thrusting deeper my cock pounding her pussy her boobs bouncing nipples stiff.
My wife moaned her arms around my neck her massive boobs crushed against my chest her nipples rubbing my skin.
"Rajesh... when he hugged me... he held me so tight... like I belonged to him... his arms crushed me against his body... his chest pressed my boobs so hard my nipples rubbed him through my kurti top... his hands slid down to my ass cheeks squeezed them firmly... dug his fingers into my ass cheeks over the leggings... I felt his cock throb against my stomach... then he started rubbing it all over my thighs... slow... deliberate... his cock gliding up and down my thighs... pressing hard between them... I felt it pulse... grow... then suddenly he shuddered... his cock jerked... hot cum soaked his trousers against my thighs... I am sorry Rajesh... I felt my pussy tingle... wetness came... I should not feel that," she confessed in detail her voice trembling her pussy clenching around my cock as I thrust harder her boobs bouncing wildly nipples stiff.
Her detailed confession about how Giridhar Sir hugged her tight like she belonged to him crushed her boobs against him squeezed her ass cheeks rubbed his cock on her thighs until he came against her made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy my balls tightening painfully.
I fucked her vigorously my cock slamming deep into her pussy harder faster the wet squelching sounds loud her pussy gripping me tighter her massive boobs jiggling nipples stiff her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips her plump ass cheeks lifting off the bed with each thrust.
"It is okay Sudha... natural... men get hard... they hug squeeze rub... enjoy it... it is college life... city life... normal here," I growled thrusting deeper my cock pounding her pussy her confession driving me wilder my balls aching ready to explode.
"Mmm Rajesh... but I felt so bad... my pussy got wet... I am sorry... ahh... it was wrong," she moaned her pussy clenching harder around my cock her boobs bouncing her nipples stiff.
"No Sudha... do not feel bad... body reacts... it is normal... let men hug touch... I will fuck you after... get used to it," I said voice rough thrusting faster my cock slamming into her soaked pussy my excitement building higher from her innocent guilt her detailed confession her pussy gripping me.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and came deep inside my wife's pussy I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she moaned and began cumming all over my cock. My cock pulsed shooting thick hot cum deep inside her pussy her pussy walls clenching milking every drop her body shuddering under me her massive boobs heaving nipples stiff her pussy soaking wet with our mixed cum.
We lay there breathing hard my cock still inside her pussy her arms around my neck her boobs crushed against my chest the dark filthy thrill of her detailed confession her arousal from Giridhar Sir's hug his squeeze his cock rubbing her thighs until he came making me hornier even after cumming deep inside her.

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To Be Continued..!

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The next morning I woke up first the bedroom still dark with only a sliver of sunlight sneaking through the curtains. My wife slept naked on her tummy her face turned to the side her jet black hair spread across the pillow jasmine flowers fallen loose the scent still clinging to her. Her massive boobs pressed flat against the mattress spilling out to the sides her dark nipples soft against the sheet her deep round navel hidden in the curve of her stomach her wide hips flared out her plump ass cheeks facing me round full and smooth the crack between them slightly parted showing the tight pink ring of her asshole puckered and clean the delicate wrinkles radiating out from the center the skin around it smooth and slightly darker than the rest of her ass cheeks the tiny hole clenching once in her sleep as if aware of my gaze. Her thick juicy thighs lay slightly spread her pussy lips peeking from between them still swollen from last night a hint of dried cum on the inner thighs the musky scent of her pussy and our mixed cum heavy in the air.

I stared at her beautiful naked body my cock hardening instantly my balls aching with fresh need as I admired her plump ass cheeks the way they curved perfectly the tight pink asshole winking slightly in her sleep the deep crack inviting my touch. I reached out slowly spread her plump ass cheeks with both hands my thumbs digging into her ass cheeks pulling them apart gently revealing her asshole in full detail the tight ring pink and puckered the delicate wrinkles smooth and clean the tiny hole clenching again as cool air hit it the faint musky scent of her asshole mixing with her pussy aroma making my cock throb harder leaking precum onto the sheet.
I leaned in my tongue gliding over her asshole licking the tight ring slowly circling the puckered wrinkles tasting the salty musk of her asshole the tip of my tongue pressing against the center pushing gently inside the tight hole feeling it clench around my tongue my hands spreading her ass cheeks wider her plump ass cheeks soft and warm in my palms.
My wife woke up with a soft gasp her boobs shifting against the mattress her nipples stiffening instantly her head turning to look at me a sleepy smile curving her full red lips.
"Rajesh... mmm... good morning," she whispered her voice husky her asshole clenching around my tongue as I licked deeper.
I spooned her from behind my chest against her back my hard cock sliding between her thick juicy thighs rubbing against her pussy lips still wet from last night my arms wrapping around her my hands cupping her massive boobs squeezing them gently her nipples stiff in my palms. She sighed happily pushing back against me her plump ass cheeks pressing against my hips her asshole brushing my cock head as I held her close.
We stayed like that peaceful my cock throbbing between her thighs her boobs in my hands her nipples stiff against my palms the warmth of her naked body against mine for thirty minutes then drifted back to sleep for another hour tangled together her boobs heaving gently her pussy lips warm against my cock the musky scent of her asshole and pussy heavy in the air as we slept.



I woke up late the bedroom already bright with morning light the alarm long ignored. My wife had already risen and prepared breakfast the aroma of idli sambar and fresh coffee filling the house. She stood in the kitchen wearing her white nighty the thin material clinging to her massive boobs her dark nipples poking hard over the nighty her deep round navel visible through the low neck her wide hips swaying slightly as she packed lunch for me and the sons.
I got up dressed quickly in my white shirt and black trousers kissed her cheek tasting her warmth my cock twitching inside my trousers as her boobs brushed my chest.
"Sudha I woke up late... sorry," I said my hand lingering on her waist feeling her hips through the white nighty.
She smiled sweetly her boobs rising with a small breath nipples stiff over the white nighty.
"It is okay Rajesh... breakfast is ready... lunch packed... go to office... I will rest and be ready in the evening when you come to pick me for college," she said her voice soft her large dark eyes shining her full red lips curving gently.
I nodded kissed her full red lips again tasting her warmth my cock throbbing harder inside my trousers then left for office.



I came home in the evening my cock rock hard inside my dhoti the images of yesterday burning in my mind as I opened the door to find her waiting ready in her new outfit. She wore a black kurti top reaching below her knees with deep side slits revealing the shape of her wide hips and the outer curves of her thick juicy thighs when she moved the kurti top clinging to her massive boobs her dark nipples poking hard over the kurti top her deep round navel peeking from the short hem the red leggings tight on her thick juicy thighs her plump ass cheeks round and firm the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings. Her jet black hair was tied in a loose ponytail fresh jasmine flowers tucked in the strands the scent rising as she walked toward me her boobs bouncing gently nipples stiff over the black kurti top her wide hips swaying seductively the side slits flashing glimpses of her thick juicy thighs her plump ass cheeks shifting under the tight red leggings.
I looked at her my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum.
"Sudha you look incredibly sexy in this... your boobs look so full... your ass cheeks so round... Giridhar Sir and the boys will not be able to keep their eyes off you," I said voice low my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti the thought of her in class tonight dressed like this making me hornier.
My wife looked down at herself her cheeks turning red her boobs rising with a quick breath nipples stiff over the black kurti top her thick juicy thighs shifting nervously under the red leggings.
"Rajesh... do you think this is too revealing? The kurti top is tight on my boobs... my nipples are showing... the side slits show my hips and thighs... and these leggings make my ass cheeks look so prominent... I feel exposed... maybe I should change into something less... noticeable," she said shyly her voice trembling her large dark eyes wide with worry her full red lips parting slightly her massive boobs heaving gently nipples stiff over the kurti top her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the tight red leggings.
"Sudha you are perfect just like this... the kurti top hugs your boobs beautifully... the leggings show off your ass cheeks and thighs exactly right... do not change... let them see... it is okay," I said voice rough with lust my hand reaching out to brush her waist feeling the kurti top over her warm hips my cock throbbing against my dhoti.
My wife bit her lower lip her cheeks burning red her boobs rising with a shaky breath nipples stiff over the black kurti top her wide hips swaying slightly as she thought.
"But Rajesh... Giridhar Sir already hugged me yesterday... if I wear this... he might hug me again... find ways to touch my boobs or squeeze my ass cheeks... I feel shy... maybe baggy kurti top and salwar would be safer... no one will notice me then," she said innocently her voice soft and hesitant her large dark eyes looking up at me with concern her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties without her fully understanding why.
"No Sudha... keep this kurti top and leggings... Giridhar Sir hugging you is normal in college... let him... let the boys look... your boobs your ass cheeks your thighs look amazing... please do not change," I said my voice pleading my cock leaking more precum my balls aching as I tried to convince her.
She looked at me for a long moment her cheeks flushed her boobs rising and falling nipples stiff over the black kurti top her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings.
"Rajesh... if you think it is okay... I will wear this... but I am nervous... I hope no one thinks I am trying to attract attention... I just want to study," she said softly her voice innocent and trusting her large dark eyes shining with a mix of shyness and relief her full red lips curving into a small smile.


I got ready and we left together for college my cock rock hard the whole ride the anticipation for her first full evening class in these clothes making me hornier with every kilometer her boobs bouncing behind me on the bike her ass cheeks jiggling on the seat her thick juicy thighs hugging my hips.

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We reached the college parking lot it was dark the old compound quiet under dim street lamps only a few bikes scattered around. My wife began getting off the bike her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the tight red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she swung her leg over the seat her massive boobs bouncing gently nipples poking hard over the black kurti top her deep round navel peeking from the short hem.

On the other side of the grill compound in the dark an old beggar sat his ragged clothes dirty his eyes lighting up the moment he saw my wife. He stared at her boobs bouncing as she adjusted her kurti top her nipples poking hard over the black kurti top her deep round navel exposed her wide hips her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings her thick juicy thighs rubbing together. His right hand slipped inside his dirty trousers jerking his cock slowly at first then faster his breathing heavy as he watched my wife climb the stairs leading to the college building her plump ass cheeks jiggling wildly with each step the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings her thick juicy thighs pumping her massive boobs bouncing heavily nipples poking hard over the kurti top her wide hips swaying.
The beggar jerked his cock harder his eyes glued to her jiggling ass cheeks her bouncing boobs her thick juicy thighs climbing the stairs he could not hold it anymore his body tensed thick cum shooting inside his trousers soaking the dirty material his hand milking every drop while staring at my wife's ass cheeks and thighs as she disappeared up the stairs.
My wife climbed the stairs quickly her ass cheeks jiggling her boobs bouncing the beggar disappointed as she vanished from view his hand slowing on his cock cum dripping from his fingers.
I casually walked toward the grill compound the beggar looked at me from the other side his eyes widening in fear he began begging.
"Sorry sir sorry sir please do not beat me I am sorry," he said voice trembling his hand still inside his trousers wet with cum.
I stopped on my side of the grill compound my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum.
"Do not worry... stay calm... I have been noticing you watching my wife and jerking your cock," I said voice low and casual my cock twitching at the thought of him ogling her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs.
The beggar got more scared his eyes wide he began begging again.
"Sorry sir please forgive me I will not do it again I am a poor man I could not control... sorry sir," he said voice shaking.
I smiled slightly my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti the thought of him jerking to my wife making my balls ache.
"Okay... do not worry... tell me about yourself... how did you end up as a beggar?" I asked casually my voice calm.
The beggar relaxed slightly his hand still inside his trousers wet with cum.
"Sir... I have been begging since I started drinking... I drink every day... alcohol took everything... house family job... now I sit here and beg... sorry sir for watching your wife... she is so beautiful... I could not stop," he said voice low his eyes dropping in shame.
I nodded my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti the thought of him jerking to my wife making my balls ache.
"Do not worry... it is natural to get aroused looking at my wife... tell me freely... how much do you like her?" I said casually my voice encouraging.
The beggar looked up shy and scared at first then slowly spoke.
"Sir... your wife is very hot... every day I see her in kurti top and leggings... her boobs so big and round pushing against the kurti top nipples poking hard... her deep navel showing... her wide hips swaying... her plump ass cheeks jiggling in those tight leggings... the panty line visible over her ass cheeks... her thick juicy thighs rubbing together... I watch her and jerk my cock... she makes me cum so hard... sorry sir," he said voice trembling but honest his cock twitching again in his trousers as he described her.
My cock throbbed painfully inside my dhoti leaking more precum my balls aching with filthy excitement hearing him describe my wife’s boobs her navel her ass cheeks her thighs how he jerked off to her every day.
"Next time feel free to jerk your cock watching my wife... here is my address... I fuck my wife daily... come to my house and hide outside the bedroom window... watch us... see her naked boobs her pussy her ass cheeks... enjoy," I said casually my voice low my cock leaking steadily my balls aching with the filthy thrill.
The beggar’s eyes widened in delight his face lighting up.
"Thank you sir... thank you so much... I will come... I will watch... thank you sir," he said voice shaking with gratitude his cock twitching in his trousers.
"I am doing this on humanitarian grounds... no need to thank... just come and enjoy," I said smiling my cock throbbing hard as I turned and walked toward the college building the dark filthy thrill of knowing this beggar would soon watch my wife naked fuck her making my balls ache with excitement.





I went inside the college building leaving the parking lot behind my cock still throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum from the sight of the old beggar jerking his cock to my wife’s ass cheeks jiggling up the stairs her boobs bouncing nipples poking hard over the black kurti top her thick juicy thighs pumping in the tight red leggings. I walked quietly through the dim corridor reached the classroom and stayed outside at the window in the dark peering through to watch without being seen.
Inside the classroom Giridhar Sir had not arrived yet he was late today. My wife stood in the corner with the four boys Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik gathered around her getting to know each other their eyes constantly flicking to her boobs her navel impression over the kurti top her ass cheeks their boners tenting their trousers as they talked.
Arjun stood closest his sharp features confident his cock hard in his trousers as he showed her his phone screen.
"Sudha I am an assistant director working for movies... see these pictures... me with Rajinikanth... Kamal Haasan... Vijay... all top Tamil actors," he said proudly scrolling through photos of him on sets with the stars his eyes lingering on her boobs pushing against the kurti top her nipples poking hard.
My wife smiled brightly her boobs rising with excitement nipples hard over the black kurti top pride shining in her large dark eyes.
"Arjun... that is amazing... you will one day become a huge director... I am sure of it," she said innocently her voice full of genuine admiration her boobs heaving gently as she leaned slightly closer to see the photos.
Arjun's cock throbbed harder in his trousers his eyes fixed on her massive boobs leaning forward the kurti top stretching tighter her nipples poking harder her deep round navel impression more visible over the kurti top her wide hips shifting her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings. He smiled wider his eyes never leaving her boobs and nipples as she praised him.
"Thank you Sudha... your words mean a lot... you are very kind," he said his voice smooth his cock leaking precum in his trousers as he stared at her boobs her navel impression her ass cheeks.
The other boys stood close their boners throbbing their eyes on her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs the sexual tension building as they waited for their turn.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum watching my wife stand innocently with the boys her boobs rising and falling nipples hard over the kurti top her ass cheeks shifting as she stood her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red leggings the boys ogling her body their boners tenting their trousers the filthy excitement of her naivety making my balls ache as the class waited.


Vikram spoke next shy and quiet his cock throbbing in his trousers as he looked at her boobs pushing against the kurti top her nipples poking hard her ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings her thick juicy thighs rubbing together slightly as she stood.
"I am just a sales boy in a supermarket... poor family... struggling to make ends meet," he said voice low his eyes dropping but flicking back to her thighs in the red leggings his cock leaking precum in his trousers as he stared at her boobs her ass cheeks her navel impression.
My wife’s face softened sympathy in her large dark eyes her boobs rising with a gentle breath nipples hard over the black kurti top her wide hips shifting slightly her plump ass cheeks pressing against the wall behind her the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
"Vikram... do not worry... you are hardworking... one day you will own that supermarket... I believe in you," she said kindly her voice warm and encouraging her boobs heaving gently nipples hard over the kurti top her large dark eyes full of genuine sympathy.
Vikram's cock throbbed harder in his trousers his eyes fixed on her massive boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her deep round navel impression more visible as she breathed her wide hips shifting her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings his breathing heavier as he stared at her thighs rubbing together.
"Thank you Sudha... no one has ever said that to me... you are very kind," he said his voice low his cock leaking more precum in his trousers as he stared at her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs.
The other boys stood close their boners throbbing their eyes on her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs the sexual tension building as they waited for their turn.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum watching my wife stand innocently with the boys her boobs rising and falling nipples hard over the kurti top her ass cheeks shifting as she stood her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red leggings Vikram staring at her body his cock hard in his trousers the filthy excitement of her naivety making my balls ache as the class waited.


Suresh spoke next smiling nervously his cock hard in his trousers as he stared at her navel impression over the kurti top her ass cheeks shifting as she stood her thick juicy thighs rubbing together slightly under the red leggings.
"I am a real estate broker... struggling to sell houses... very hard to get clients," he said rubbing his neck his eyes on her boobs pushing against the kurti top her nipples poking hard her deep round navel impression visible over the kurti top her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
My wife nodded her boobs heaving nipples hard over the black kurti top sympathy in her voice her wide hips shifting slightly her plump ass cheeks pressing against the wall behind her the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
"Suresh... you will one day become a big real estate broker... keep trying... success will come," she said softly her large dark eyes kind her boobs rising gently nipples hard over the kurti top her voice full of genuine encouragement.
Suresh's cock throbbed harder in his trousers his eyes fixed on her massive boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her deep round navel impression more visible as she breathed her wide hips shifting her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings his breathing heavier as he stared at her thighs rubbing together.
"Thank you Sudha... no one has encouraged me like this... you are very kind," he said his voice low his cock leaking precum in his trousers as he stared at her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs.
The other boys stood close their boners throbbing their eyes on her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs the sexual tension building as they waited for their turn.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum watching my wife stand innocently with the boys her boobs rising and falling nipples hard over the kurti top her ass cheeks shifting as she stood her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red leggings Suresh staring at her body his cock hard in his trousers the filthy excitement of her naivety making my balls ache as the class waited.



Karthik spoke last his voice quiet his cock throbbing in his trousers as he looked at her thighs rubbing together slightly under the red leggings her plump ass cheeks round and firm the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings her massive boobs pushing against the kurti top her dark nipples poking hard.
"I am a delivery boy... deliver food for a pizza shop... earn very less," he said eyes down but flicking up to her boobs her navel impression over the kurti top his cock leaking precum in his trousers as he stared at her thighs her ass cheeks.
My wife smiled warmly her boobs rising nipples hard over the black kurti top her voice gentle her wide hips shifting slightly her plump ass cheeks pressing against the wall behind her the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
"Karthik... you are doing your best... one day you will own that shop... I am sure," she said innocently her large dark eyes full of encouragement her boobs heaving gently nipples hard over the kurti top her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red leggings.
Karthik's cock throbbed harder in his trousers his eyes fixed on her massive boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her deep round navel impression visible over the kurti top as she breathed her wide hips shifting her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings his breathing heavier as he stared at her thighs rubbing together.
"Thank you Sudha... that means a lot... you are very kind," he said his voice low his cock leaking more precum in his trousers as he stared at her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs.
The four boys stood close their boners throbbing their eyes on her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs the sexual tension building as they finished talking their cocks hard in their trousers staring at her body.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum watching my wife stand innocently with the boys her boobs rising and falling nipples hard over the kurti top her ass cheeks shifting as she stood her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red leggings the boys ogling her body their boners tenting their trousers the filthy excitement of her naivety making my balls ache as the class waited for Giridhar Sir.


I stayed outside at the window in the dark peering through to watch without being seen. Giridhar Sir had not arrived yet he was late today. My wife stood in the corner with the four boys Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik gathered around her their eyes constantly flicking to her boobs her navel impression over the kurti top her ass cheeks their boners tenting their trousers as they talked.
The conversation shifted to Giridhar Sir the boys lowering their voices their eyes still on my wife's boobs pushing against the kurti top her nipples poking hard her wide hips shifting slightly her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
Arjun spoke first his voice low his cock throbbing in his trousers as he looked at her boobs her ass cheeks.
"Sudha... Giridhar Sir's life is very tragic... he was married... loved his wife so much... they had two beautiful daughters... last year he took them on a temple tour to North India... the train they were in derailed... crashed badly... his wife and both daughters died on the spot... he survived but lost everything... he has never been the same since," Arjun said his voice heavy his eyes lingering on her boobs heaving gently nipples hard over the kurti top.
My wife’s face softened her large dark eyes filling with sorrow her boobs rising with a shaky breath nipples hard over the kurti top her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings.
"That is so sad... poor sir... how much pain he must be in... losing his wife and daughters like that... in such a terrible accident," she said softly her voice trembling with sympathy her ass cheeks shifting slightly her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the emotional weight without her realizing.
Vikram nodded his cock hard in his trousers his eyes on her navel impression her ass cheeks.
"Yes Sudha... after that accident... Sir became very quiet... no smile... no joy... but ever since you joined our class... only after hugging you... we are seeing some happiness on his face... only after hugging you he started feeling like his life has started feeling happy again," Vikram said his voice low his eyes flicking to her boobs her nipples hard over the kurti top her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings.
My wife’s cheeks flushed deeper her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her large dark eyes wide with pity her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the leggings.
"Really? I... I did not know... if a hug can make him feel better... I am glad... he deserves some happiness after such tragedy," she said softly her voice full of sympathy her ass cheeks shifting her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the thought of helping him.
Suresh spoke next his cock throbbing in his trousers his eyes on her boobs her navel impression.
"Sudha... Sir never talks about it... but we see... ever since you joined... only after hugging you... his face lights up... like he found something he lost... you are bringing happiness to him," Suresh said his voice quiet his eyes fixed on her nipples poking hard over the kurti top her plump ass cheeks under the red leggings.
My wife looked down her cheeks burning red her boobs rising and falling nipples hard over the kurti top her wide hips swaying slightly as she thought her voice trembling.
"I feel so sorry for him... losing his wife and daughters in that train accident... if a hug helps him... I will not mind... he is our teacher... he needs some comfort," she said innocently her large dark eyes shining with sympathy her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings her plump ass cheeks round and firm the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
Karthik nodded his cock hard in his trousers his eyes on her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs.
"Yes Sudha... only after you came into our class... we are seeing happiness in his face... only after hugging you he started feeling like his life has started feeling happy," Karthik said his voice low his eyes staring at her nipples hard over the kurti top her ass cheeks shifting.
My wife nodded slowly her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her cheeks flushed her large dark eyes full of pity.
"I feel so sorry for Giridhar Sir... such a tragedy... if my presence... if hugging me helps him feel happy... I will not say no... he has suffered too much," she said softly her voice innocent and compassionate her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the emotional weight without her fully understanding.
The four boys stared at her boobs her navel impression her ass cheeks their boners throbbing harder as she spoke kindly about helping Sir her nipples hard over the kurti top her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red leggings her plump ass cheeks pressing against the wall behind her the sexual tension thick in the small classroom.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum watching my wife stand innocently with the boys her boobs rising and falling nipples hard over the kurti top her ass cheeks shifting as she stood her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red leggings the boys ogling her body their boners tenting their trousers her sympathy for Giridhar Sir making them stare harder the filthy excitement of her naivety making my balls ache as the class waited.


I stayed outside at the window in the dark peering through to watch without being seen. Giridhar Sir entered the classroom his steps heavy his face tired but he smiled slightly when he saw my wife standing in the corner with the boys. He hung his jacket on the window right where I was watching hidden in the dark he would not see me.
"Sorry everyone... I am late today," Giridhar Sir said his voice calm his dark eyes scanning the room landing on my wife her boobs rising and falling gently nipples poking hard over the black kurti top her deep round navel impression visible over the kurti top her wide hips her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
My wife stepped forward boldly her boobs bouncing slightly nipples hard over the kurti top her cheeks flushed but her voice clear.
"Sir... punishment for coming late," she said innocently her large dark eyes looking up at him with respect.
The four boys nodded quickly their boners throbbing in their trousers their eyes fixed on her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs.
"Yes sir... punishment," Arjun said happily his cock hard in his trousers his eyes on her boobs pushing against the kurti top her nipples poking hard.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife and smiled at her then looked at the boys his eyes soft.
Arjun spoke again his voice happy but careful his cock throbbing as he stared at her boobs her ass cheeks.
"Sir... we are seeing you smile after so long... after the tragedy of your wife and daughters... it is good to see happiness on your face," Arjun said his eyes lingering on her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top his cock leaking precum in his trousers.
Giridhar Sir’s smile faded slightly his eyes dropping sadness crossing his face his shoulders slumping.
My wife stepped closer her boobs rising nipples hard over the black kurti top her wide hips swaying slightly her plump ass cheeks shifting under the red leggings her voice soft and kind.
"It is time for punishment sir... since you were ten minutes late... I will give the same punishment you gave me yesterday," she said innocently her large dark eyes looking up at him with sympathy her boobs heaving gently nipples hard over the kurti top her thick juicy thighs shifting under the leggings.
She looked around at the boys indirectly telling them she was going to hug Giridhar Sir and make him come out of his wife and daughters tragedy her cheeks flushing her boobs rising nipples hard over the kurti top her large dark eyes full of compassion.
Giridhar Sir nodded slowly his eyes on her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs his face softening.
My wife walked toward Giridhar Sir who was standing near the window where he hung his jacket right where I was watching hidden in the dark he would not see me.
She stopped in front of him her boobs heaving nipples hard over the black kurti top her wide hips swaying slightly her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings the four boys watching intently their boners throbbing harder their eyes on her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as she prepared to hug him.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum watching my wife stand in front of Giridhar Sir her boobs rising and falling nipples hard over the kurti top her ass cheeks shifting the boys ogling her body the filthy excitement of her innocence about to hug him again making my balls ache as the class waited.



My wife walked toward Giridhar Sir who was standing near the window where he hung his jacket right where I was watching hidden in the dark he would not see me.
She stopped in front of him her boobs heaving nipples hard over the black kurti top her wide hips swaying slightly her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings the four boys watching intently their boners throbbing harder their eyes on her boobs her ass cheeks her thighs the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as she prepared to hug him.
My wife whispered softly her voice full of sympathy her large dark eyes looking up at him.
"Punishment sir," she whispered her cheeks flushed her boobs rising nipples hard over the kurti top as she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him close her massive boobs crushing against his chest her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top her deep round navel impression pressing his stomach through the kurti top her wide hips against his her thick juicy thighs straddling his leg slightly.
Giridhar Sir readily wrapped his arms around my wife’s waist taking her into his complete embrace hugging her tightly his hands sliding down to her plump ass cheeks over the red leggings and kurti top squeezing them firmly his fingers digging into her ass cheeks feeling the panty line over her ass cheeks over the leggings his cock hardening against her lower stomach through his trousers.
I was just on the other side of the window in the dark hearing her whisper my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum the sight of my wife hugging him her boobs crushed against his chest his hands squeezing her ass cheeks driving me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement my balls aching.
My wife whispered during the hug her voice full of sympathy her boobs pressed hard against him her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top her thick juicy thighs against his leg.
"Sir... I am sorry to hear about the loss of your wife and two daughters... that train accident... it must have been so painful... I cannot imagine... you have suffered so much," she whispered softly her large dark eyes looking up at him with genuine pity her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the closeness without her fully understanding.
Giridhar Sir whispered back his voice full of gratitude his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing against her stomach through his trousers.
"Thank you Sudha... the hug feels so comforting... after so long... you do not know how much this means... thank you," he whispered his voice thick with emotion but his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly his cock hardening more as he felt her body against him.
My wife hugged him tighter her arms around his neck her massive boobs crushed harder against his chest her nipples rubbing him through the kurti top her wide hips pressing his her thick juicy thighs rubbing against his leg. When she felt his cock rubbing against her thighs she herself began rubbing her thighs all over his cock in his trousers slowly deliberately looking into his eyes whispering with sympathy.
"Sir... do not worry about the past... you deserve happiness... let the hug help you... I am here... do not feel sad," she whispered innocently her voice full of compassion her pussy lips swelling under her panties her cheeks burning red her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her thick juicy thighs gliding over his cock through his trousers.
Giridhar Sir’s cock throbbed violently under her rubbing thighs his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his breathing ragged his voice full of gratitude but heavy with horniness.
"Sudha... thank you... your hug... your body... it feels like life again... thank you... do not stop," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion and lust his cock pulsing against her thighs his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly.
The four boys watched wide-eyed their boners throbbing harder in their trousers their eyes fixed on my wife's boobs crushed against Giridhar Sir her ass cheeks being squeezed her thighs rubbing his cock through his trousers the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they stared silently their breathing heavy.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum the sight of my wife rubbing her thighs over Giridhar Sir's cock whispering sympathy while he squeezed her ass cheeks drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement my balls aching as the hug continued.

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I stayed outside at the window in the dark peering through to watch without being seen. My wife stood hugging Giridhar Sir her arms wrapped around his neck her massive boobs crushed against his chest her nipples hard over the black kurti top rubbing his shirt her wide hips pressed against his her thick juicy thighs straddling his leg her plump ass cheeks squeezed firmly by his hands over the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings his cock throbbing against her lower stomach through his trousers.

The four boys felt horny watching the hug their cocks throbbing hard in their trousers. They moved quietly each standing in one of the four corners of the classroom in the partial dark their eyes fixed on my wife her boobs crushed against Sir her ass cheeks being squeezed her thighs rubbing his cock. Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik each slipped their right hand inside their trousers jerking their cocks slowly at first then faster their breathing heavy as they watched her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her plump ass cheeks in Sir's hands her thick juicy thighs gliding over his cock the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they jerked silently in the shadows their cocks throbbing harder.
My wife whispered during the hug her voice full of sympathy her boobs pressed hard against him her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top her thick juicy thighs against his leg.
"Sir... how do you feel getting hugged by me... is it helping you feel better... is it helping you come out of the tragedy... tell me please," she whispered innocently her large dark eyes looking up at him with genuine pity her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the closeness without her fully understanding.
Giridhar Sir whispered back his voice full of gratitude his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing against her stomach through his trousers.
"Sudha... I love it... your hug is everything... it is definitely helping me... thank you... thank you for this comfort," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion but his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly his cock hardening more as he felt her body against him.
My wife got more emotional her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her cheeks flushed her large dark eyes shining with sympathy wanting to help him feel better she began rubbing her right thigh all over his cock in his trousers slowly deliberately gliding her thick juicy thigh up and down the length of his cock through his trousers looking into his eyes whispering with sympathy.
"Sir... I am so glad it helps... I want to make you feel better... do not feel sad anymore... let me help you forget the pain," she whispered innocently her voice full of compassion her pussy lips swelling under her panties her cheeks burning red her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her right thigh rubbing his cock giving him small pleasure out of pure sympathy.
Giridhar Sir’s cock throbbed violently under her rubbing thigh his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his breathing ragged his voice full of gratitude but heavy with horniness.
"Sudha... thank you... your thigh... it feels so good... thank you for helping me... I needed this so much," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion and lust his cock pulsing against her thigh his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly.
The four boys jerked their cocks faster in the corners their eyes fixed on my wife's thigh rubbing Sir's cock through his trousers her boobs crushed against him her ass cheeks being squeezed the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they watched silently their cocks throbbing harder.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum the sight of my wife rubbing her thigh over Giridhar Sir's cock whispering sympathy while he squeezed her ass cheeks and the four boys jerking their cocks in the corners watching her drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement my balls aching as the hug continued.




I stayed outside at the window in the dark peering through to watch without being seen. My wife hugged Giridhar Sir tightly her arms wrapped around his neck her massive boobs crushed against his chest her nipples hard over the black kurti top rubbing his shirt her wide hips pressed against his her thick juicy thighs straddling his leg her plump ass cheeks squeezed firmly by his hands over the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings his cock throbbing against her lower stomach through his trousers.
The four boys felt horny watching the hug their cocks throbbing hard in their trousers. They moved quietly each standing in one of the four corners of the classroom in the partial dark their eyes fixed on my wife her boobs crushed against Sir her ass cheeks being squeezed her thighs straddling his leg. Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik each slipped their right hand inside their trousers jerking their cocks slowly at first then faster their breathing heavy as they watched her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her plump ass cheeks in Sir's hands her thick juicy thighs against his leg the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they jerked silently in the shadows their cocks throbbing harder.
My wife whispered during the hug her voice full of sympathy her boobs pressed hard against him her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top her thick juicy thighs against his leg.
"Sir... how do you feel getting hugged by me... is it helping you feel better... is it helping you come out of the tragedy... tell me please," she whispered innocently her large dark eyes looking up at him with genuine pity her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the closeness without her fully understanding.
Giridhar Sir whispered back his voice full of gratitude his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing against her stomach through his trousers.
"Sudha... I love it... your hug is everything... it is definitely helping me... thank you... thank you for this comfort," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion but his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly his cock hardening more as he felt her body against him.
My wife got more emotional her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her cheeks flushed her large dark eyes shining with sympathy wanting to help him feel better she began rubbing her right thigh all over his cock in his trousers slowly deliberately gliding her thick juicy thigh up and down the length of his cock through his trousers looking into his eyes whispering with sympathy.
"Sir... I am so glad it helps... I want to make you feel better... do not feel sad anymore... let me help you forget the pain... is this helping... your body feels so tense... let me comfort you," she whispered innocently her voice full of compassion her pussy lips swelling under her panties her cheeks burning red her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her right thigh rubbing his cock giving him small pleasure out of pure sympathy.
Giridhar Sir whispered to my wife his voice low his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing under her rubbing thigh.
"Sudha... I feel so much better... grabbing your ass cheeks... rubbing against your thigh... thank you... but the boys are here... I wonder what they would think of me... hugging you like this," he whispered his voice full of gratitude but heavy with horniness his cock pulsing against her thigh his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly.
My wife whispered back her voice full of sympathy her boobs pressed hard against him her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top her right thigh rubbing his cock slowly her thick juicy thighs gliding over him.
"Sir... do not worry... the boys know I am doing this to make you feel better... they understand... you deserve this comfort... let them see... it is okay," she whispered innocently her voice full of compassion her pussy lips swelling under her panties her cheeks burning red her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her right thigh rubbing his cock giving him small pleasure out of pure sympathy.
Giridhar Sir whispered again his voice full of gratitude his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing under her rubbing thigh.
"Sudha... thank you... you are so kind... I am proud of you... and proud of the boys for understanding... thank you... this hug... your thigh... thank you," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion and lust his cock pulsing against her thigh his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly.
The four boys jerked their cocks faster in the corners their eyes fixed on my wife's thigh rubbing Sir's cock through his trousers her boobs crushed against him her ass cheeks being squeezed the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they watched silently their cocks throbbing harder.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum the sight of my wife rubbing her thigh over Giridhar Sir's cock whispering sympathy while he squeezed her ass cheeks and the four boys jerking their cocks in the corners watching her drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement my balls aching as the hug continued.




Giridhar Sir whispered to my wife, his voice low, his arms hugging her tighter, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his cock throbbing under her rubbing thigh.
"Sudha... the way you are rubbing my cock with your thigh... it is making me so horny... thank you... do not stop... please... I need this," he whispered, his voice trembling with gratitude and raw lust, his cock pulsing against her thigh, his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly, his breathing ragged with emotion.
My wife continued rubbing her right thigh all over his cock in his trousers, slowly, deliberately gliding her thick juicy thigh up and down the length of his cock through his trousers, looking into his eyes, whispering with sympathy, her voice cracking slightly with emotion.
"Sir... I am so glad it helps... I want you to feel happy again... do not worry... just let it happen... you have suffered so much... let me give you this comfort... it is okay," she whispered innocently, her voice full of deep compassion, tears welling in her large dark eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her right thigh rubbing his cock, giving him pleasure out of pure heartfelt sympathy.
Giridhar Sir moaned softly, his voice full of gratitude, his arms hugging her tighter, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his cock throbbing violently under her rubbing thigh, his breathing ragged with emotion.
"Sudha... thank you... your thigh... it feels so good... thank you for helping me... I needed this so much... thank you... the boys are watching... but thank you... I am close... thank you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion and lust, his cock pulsing against her thigh, his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly, his eyes filling with tears of gratitude and need.
My wife whispered back, her voice breaking with sympathy, her boobs pressed hard against him, her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top, her right thigh rubbing his cock faster now.
"Sir... do not worry about the boys... they know I am doing this to make you feel better... enjoy yourself... let it feel good... you deserve to be happy... after losing your wife and daughters... let go... I am here... I want to help you heal," she whispered innocently, her voice full of compassion, tears slipping down her cheeks, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her right thigh rubbing his cock, taking him to the edge.
Giridhar Sir’s cock throbbed violently under her rubbing thigh, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his breathing ragged, his voice full of gratitude but heavy with horniness.
"Sudha... thank you... I am so close... thank you... your thigh... it is too much... thank you... I am going to cum... thank you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion and lust, his cock pulsing against her thigh, his body tensing as he got closer to cumming.
My wife got bolder, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her cheeks flushed with sympathy, she grabbed his cock over his pants with her right hand, jerked it firmly over his pants through the trousers, looking into his eyes, whispering with sympathy.
"Sir... let it happen... cum... you deserve this cumming... I am here... thank you for trusting me," she whispered innocently, her voice full of compassion, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her right hand jerking his cock over his pants, taking him over the edge.
Giridhar Sir could not hold it anymore, his body tensed, thick cum shooting inside his trousers, soaking the trousers, his cock pulsing in her hand as he came hard quietly inside his trousers, his hands clenching on her ass cheeks, his face buried in her neck hiding the shudder.
He began holding my wife’s face and tried to kiss her lips nicely, his lips moving toward her full red lips.
My wife pulled her lips back slightly, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide with shyness.
Giridhar Sir whispered pleading, his voice trembling with need, his cock still pulsing in her hand as cum shot inside his trousers.
"Sudha... please... let me kiss your lips... please," he whispered, his voice full of gratitude and desperation, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks, his cock jerking in her hand.
My wife looked into his eyes, her large dark eyes softening with sympathy, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her cheeks burning red, she nodded slightly, letting him kiss her lips.
Giridhar Sir kissed her lips nicely, his lips kissing her full red lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth tasting her lips, moaning inside her mouth “Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” he moaned inside my wife's mouth as he came, his cock pulsing in her hand, thick cum shooting inside his trousers soaking the trousers.
My wife kissed his lips back, her full red lips parting for his tongue, her tongue sliding against his tongue tasting him. As she kissed him, her boobs pressed hard against his chest, her nipples hard over the kurti top rubbing him. Her pussy lips swelled under her panties, cheeks burning red, thick juicy thighs still against his leg, her right hand jerking his cock over his pants through the trousers.
The four boys watching him kiss my wife started cumming all over the floor, their cocks jerking in their hands, thick cum shooting onto the classroom floor as they watched her boobs crushed against him, her ass cheeks squeezed, her right hand jerking his cock over his pants, their cocks pulsing with cumming, the sexual tension exploding in the small classroom.
I stayed at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife letting Giridhar Sir kiss her lips, kissing him back while jerking his cock over his pants, making him cum in his trousers, and the four boys cumming on the floor watching her, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as the hug continued.



Giridhar Sir broke the kiss slowly, his lips parting from my wife’s full red lips, his breathing heavy and uneven, his cock still pulsing inside his trousers, cum soaking the trousers, his hands lingering on her plump ass cheeks over the red leggings and kurti top for a long moment before he released her completely, stepping back with a trembling breath.
"Sudha... I am sorry... I should not have kissed you... forgive me," Giridhar Sir said, his voice cracking with shame and overwhelming gratitude, his dark eyes dropping to the floor, his face flushed deep red, his hands shaking as he wiped his mouth, tears glistening in his eyes from the mix of release and regret.
He turned to the four boys, Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, and Karthik, who stood in the corners, their cocks softening after cumming on the floor, their eyes still fixed on my wife’s boobs heaving, nipples hard over the black kurti top, her wide hips, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
"Boys... I am sorry... I lost control... I should not have done that... forgive me," Giridhar Sir said, his voice low and broken, his shoulders slumping heavily, tears welling in his eyes, his hands trembling as he looked at them with raw vulnerability.
The four boys came forward and stood next to my wife, surrounding her closely, their eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, their cocks still half hard in their trousers.
Arjun spoke first, his voice firm but warm, his eyes lingering on her boobs pushing against the kurti top, her nipples hard over the kurti top.
"Sir... do not be apologetic... we love you sir... we will do anything to make you come out of your tragedy... you deserve happiness... do not feel sorry," Arjun said, his voice supportive, the other boys nodding, their eyes on my wife’s boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Vikram stepped closer, his voice soft, his eyes on her navel impression over the kurti top, her ass cheeks round and firm.
"Sir... we all love you... we will help you... always... do not apologize," Vikram said, his voice gentle, his cock still half hard in his trousers.
Suresh and Karthik nodded, their eyes on her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, their voices low.
"Sir... we are with you... we love you... no need to say sorry," Suresh said, Karthik adding quietly, "We will do anything for you sir," their eyes fixed on her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife again, his eyes full of gratitude and deep embarrassment, his face burning red, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Sudha... thank you... I... I even kissed your lips... I am so embarrassed... I should not have... I am sorry," he said, his voice shaking, tears slipping down his cheeks, his hands trembling as he looked at her boobs, her nipples hard over the kurti top, her ass cheeks under the red leggings.
My wife stepped closer, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the black kurti top, her voice soft and reassuring, tears still in her large dark eyes.
"Sir... do not worry... my husband has always told me that humans are full of emotions... there is nothing wrong in body reacting... your body reacted to it sir... do not worry... it is natural," she said innocently, her voice trembling with compassion, her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties, her cheeks burning red, her boobs rising and falling gently.
Giridhar Sir looked at her, his eyes shining with gratitude, his voice thick with emotion.
"Sudha... I felt great... thank you... you and the boys... you all helped me... thank you... I cannot express how much this means," he said, smiling with gratitude, tears in his eyes, his face softening, his cock softening inside his trousers.
My wife and the boys looked at each other, Arjun smiling warmly, Vikram nodding, Suresh and Karthik looking at her with admiration, their eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Arjun spoke again, his voice warm, his cock half hard in his trousers.
"Sir... we are so glad that we made you happy... Sudha too... we all want to see you smile," Arjun said, the boys nodding, their eyes on my wife’s boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Giridhar Sir smiled wider, his eyes full of gratitude, looking at my wife and the boys.
"Thank you... all of you... thank you," he said, his voice soft, his face relaxed for the first time.
The principal and an old man entered the classroom, the principal carrying a file, the old man walking slowly, his face kind.
The principal spoke first, his voice gentle, looking at Giridhar Sir.
"Giridhar... in these two months of traveling to the board and meetings... I did not have time to come to college... I could not offer my condolences to you... I am sorry," the principal said, his voice heavy with regret.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife and the boys, his eyes filling with emotion, tears welling up, his voice trembling.
"Sir... these five students... including Sudha... they are God’s gift to me... being with them... makes me forget all the tragedy... thank you... thank you all," he said, his voice breaking with emotion, his eyes on my wife her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her wide hips her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
My wife felt emotional, tears filling her large dark eyes, her boobs rising and falling, nipples hard over the kurti top, her cheeks flushed, she began crying softly, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings, her plump ass cheeks round and firm.
"Sir... do not cry... we are here for you... we will help you... always," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion, tears slipping down her cheeks, her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the emotional weight without her fully understanding.
The four boys looked at her, their eyes full of admiration, their cocks still half hard in their trousers, staring at her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, the classroom quiet except for my wife’s soft crying and Giridhar Sir’s emotional breathing.
I stayed at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife crying with sympathy for Giridhar Sir, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting, the boys staring, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as the class continued.



Giridhar Sir sighed heavily, his body sagging slightly, his cock soft inside his trousers, cum soaking the trousers.
"I am tired after cumming... no class today... we will continue tomorrow," Giridhar Sir said, his voice exhausted but warm, his eyes on my wife her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her wide hips her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
The four boys laughed softly, their cocks soft in their trousers, their eyes on my wife’s boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
"Sir... we are tired after cumming watching you and Sudha sir," Arjun said, laughing, the other boys joining in, their voices light, their eyes sparkling with playful mischief.
My wife’s cheeks turned bright red, her boobs rising with a quick breath nipples hard over the black kurti top her large dark eyes wide with surprise.
"Wait... what happened?" she asked innocently, her voice trembling with confusion, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings, her plump ass cheeks round and firm.
Giridhar Sir looked at her, his face flushed, his voice gentle.
"Sudha... the boys... they were jerking off watching us... and they came," he said softly, his eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, his voice full of gratitude.
My wife’s cheeks burned redder, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide, but a playful smile curved her full red lips.
She laughed softly, her boobs bouncing nipples hard over the kurti top, her wide hips swaying, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the red leggings, and she began playfully chasing the boys all over the classroom, her thick juicy thighs pumping, her ass cheeks jiggling wildly, her boobs bouncing heavily nipples hard over the kurti top, her laughter ringing out innocently.
"You naughty boys... come here... I will catch you," she said playfully, her voice light and teasing, her large dark eyes sparkling, her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the playful chase without her fully understanding.
The boys laughed, running around the desks, dodging her, their cocks soft in their trousers, their eyes on her boobs bouncing, her ass cheeks jiggling, her thick juicy thighs pumping.
Giridhar Sir watched, his face lighting up, a loud laugh escaping him for the first time in months, his voice deep and joyful, tears of happiness in his eyes, his body relaxed, his cock soft inside his trousers.
My wife and the boys heard his loud laugh, they stopped running, turning to look at him, their faces full of admiration, my wife’s boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top, her cheeks flushed, her large dark eyes shining with joy.
Giridhar Sir looked at them, his eyes full of emotion, his voice trembling.
"I have never laughed like this in a while... thank you... thank you all... you made me laugh again," he said, his voice breaking with gratitude, tears slipping down his cheeks, his smile wide and genuine.
My wife smiled warmly, her boobs rising and falling nipples hard over the kurti top, her voice soft and kind.
"Keep smiling sir... your smile is beautiful... we want to see it always," she said innocently, her large dark eyes full of compassion, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings, her plump ass cheeks round and firm.
Giridhar Sir looked at her and the boys, his eyes shining with emotion.
"Thank you... thank you all... you have no idea how much this means to me," he said emotionally, his voice thick with gratitude, tears in his eyes, his face relaxed and happy.
The bell rang, the sound echoing through the classroom, signaling the end of the period.
My wife and the boys smiled at each other, their eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, the sexual tension still lingering, but now mixed with warmth and gratitude.
I stayed at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife playfully chasing the boys, making Giridhar Sir laugh loudly, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard over the kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling, the boys cumming earlier, Giridhar Sir cumming in his trousers, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as the class ended.

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After the class ended my wife walked to the parking lot her steps slow her cheeks flushed her large dark eyes worried her boobs rising and falling nipples hard over the black kurti top her wide hips swaying slightly her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings her thick juicy thighs shifting nervously as she approached the bike.

I pretended I had not watched anything from the window my face calm as I stood next to the bike waiting for her.
She reached me her cheeks burning red her large dark eyes avoiding mine for a moment her boobs heaving gently nipples hard over the kurti top her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly under the red leggings.
"Rajesh... you did not come inside today... I thought you would watch the class," she said softly her voice trembling with worry her cheeks flushed deeper her large dark eyes finally looking at me full of concern her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties without her fully understanding.
"Sudha... the principal told me to wait at the parking lot... not to stand near the class... it is okay... come let us go home," I said casually starting the bike my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum the memory of her hugging Giridhar Sir her thigh rubbing his cock him cumming in his trousers the boys jerking off watching her driving me wild but I kept my face calm.
She sat behind me her boobs pressing against my back through the kurti top her nipples hard rubbing my shirt her thick juicy thighs hugging my hips her plump ass cheeks jiggling on the seat as we rode home.
My wife leaned forward slightly her boobs pressed harder against my back her nipples hard rubbing me her voice soft and trembling with emotion as she spoke during the ride her arms wrapped around my waist.
"Rajesh... Giridhar Sir... his wife and two daughters died in that train accident... he loved them so much... I felt so sorry for him," she said shyly her voice cracking with sympathy tears welling in her large dark eyes her boobs rising and falling against my back nipples hard through the kurti top her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips tighter.
I listened to her my cock throbbing harder inside my dhoti leaking more precum the more she spoke about feeling sorry for Giridhar Sir her innocent sympathy for his loss his pain his tragedy the hornier I got my balls aching the bike engine humming as I rode her boobs pressed against me her voice full of compassion.
"Sir was so sad... he is still in so much pain... I felt bad for him Rajesh... he needed comfort," she said innocently her large dark eyes shy her cheeks flushed her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the emotional weight without her fully understanding.
Her words her innocent sympathy for Giridhar Sir her compassion for his tragedy made my cock throb violently my hand gripping the handle tighter my balls tightening painfully the thought of her naivety her caring heart driving me wild with filthy excitement as I rode home listening to her sad story her voice trembling with emotion.






We reached home, the gate creaking as my mother opened it for us, her face tired but warm, the night air cool around us.
"Sudha... I fed the kids... they are asleep now... go rest," my mother said softly, her eyes on my wife, her boobs rising and falling over the black kurti top, her wide hips, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
I smiled at my mother, nodding, my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti, leaking precum. That’s when I noticed the beggar had come all the way to our house, standing outside the gate in the shadows, his eyes fixed on my wife, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings, his hand already inside his trousers stroking his cock slowly.
My mother saw him, her face turning angry, she yelled at him.
"Hey... go away... get out of here... stop staring," my mother shouted, chasing him away with her hand waving, the beggar stumbling back scared, his cock still hard in his trousers, cum dripping from his fingers as he ran into the dark.
My mother closed the gate with a loud clang, locking it, muttering under her breath.
We parked the bike, entered inside, my wife walked ahead of me, her boobs bouncing gently over the black kurti top, her wide hips swaying seductively, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the red leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step.
She stood in the bedroom, began removing her kurti top, her fingers gripping the hem, pulling the black kurti top up slowly, the kurti top sliding over her wide hips, gliding against her thick juicy thighs, the kurti top stretching across her massive boobs as she lifted it higher, her boobs jiggling heavily within the loving hold of her white bra, as if the kurti top were a devoted lover reluctantly letting them go, her jet black hair falling loose from the ponytail, jasmine flowers dropping to the floor, the scent rising stronger.
"Rajesh... I felt so sorry for Giridhar Sir... he is still in so much pain after losing his wife and daughters... I could not stop thinking about his tragedy," she said softly, her voice trembling with sympathy, her cheeks flushed, her boobs rising and falling over the white bra as she pulled the kurti top over her head, her boobs swaying tenderly but securely in the bra's warm embrace, held lovingly and lifted high, her deep round navel fully exposed, her wide hips flaring out.
She folded the black kurti top neatly, placed it on the chair, now standing in her white bra and red leggings, her massive boobs nestled in the tender, possessive hug of her bra, never allowed to spill free or droop but cherished and lifted in every subtle rise and fall, her deep round navel, her wide hips.
She pushed the red leggings down her wide hips, the red leggings sliding slowly over her plump ass cheeks, revealing her white panties hugging her ass cheeks, the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips, outlining their swollen shape, the panty line disappearing as the leggings peeled away.
"Sir has suffered too much... I kept thinking about him all the way home... I wish I could do more to help him," she said innocently, her voice full of compassion, tears welling in her large dark eyes, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she peeled the red leggings down inch by inch, the red leggings gliding against her legs, hugging every contour of her thighs, sliding over her knees, past her calves, pooling at her ankles, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she stepped out of them carefully, her pussy lips swollen under her white panties, her wide hips flaring out.
She folded the red leggings neatly, placed them with the kurti top, now standing only in her white bra and white panties, her massive boobs rested in the bra's gentle hug, the affectionate hold never loosening, her deep round navel, her wide hips, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the white panties, the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips.



My wife stood only in her white bra and white panties, her massive boobs lovingly embraced and held by her bra, as if the bra itself were a devoted lover tenderly hugging them close and lifting them high, the bra cradled her boobs in a gentle, intimate embrace, holding them intact and supported with warm affectionate security, her boobs rested softly and lifted within the loving hold of her bra, swaying subtly with natural grace while the bra continued to embrace and hold them tenderly like a lover reluctant to let go, her deep round navel fully exposed, her wide hips flaring out, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by her white panties, the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips, outlining their swollen shape.
I stood behind her, my cock throbbing hard in my hand as I stroked it slowly, watching her in her white bra and white panties, her boobs heaving in the bra's warm embrace, her ass cheeks hugged tight by her panties.
"Sudha... did you offer any comforting words to Giridhar Sir... maybe a hug... or something?" I asked casually, my voice low, my hand stroking my cock faster, my balls aching as I watched her boobs rise and fall in the bra's loving hold.
My wife turned slightly, her boobs shifting plushly within the bra's gentle hug, the affectionate hold never loosening, her cheeks flushed, her large dark eyes shy.
"Rajesh... I hugged him... I am sorry... I felt so bad for him... he needed comfort... I let him hug me... forgive me," she confessed apologetically, her voice trembling with guilt, tears welling in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs shifting nervously.
I stepped closer, hugged her tightly, my arms wrapping around her waist, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her wide hips against mine, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by her white panties.
"Sudha... I am so proud of you... you did the right thing... helping him... I love you," I said softly, my voice full of emotion, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my hands sliding down her back, easing inside her white panties from behind, grabbed her naked ass cheeks, squeezed her naked ass cheeks firmly, my fingers digging into her naked ass cheeks, feeling her warm naked ass cheeks in my palms.
My wife hugged me back, her arms around my neck, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me.
"Rajesh... are you sure... are you not mad at me... I hugged him... I let him hug me... I am sorry," she whispered shyly, her voice trembling with worry and guilt, her large dark eyes searching mine, tears still in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her cheeks burning red, her thick juicy thighs against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
"Sudha... I am not mad... I love you... you did nothing wrong... I am proud of your kindness... I love you," I said softly, squeezing her naked ass cheeks harder, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my balls aching with filthy excitement from her guilty worry, her innocent sympathy, her confession.
My wife sighed softly, her boobs heaving in her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her arms tightening around my neck, her cheeks still flushed, her large dark eyes softening with relief, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
I kept squeezing her naked ass cheeks inside her panties, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, the dark filthy thrill of her confession, her innocent guilt about hugging Giridhar Sir, her worry about making me mad, driving me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching.





I hugged her tightly, my arms wrapping around her waist, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her wide hips against mine, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by her white panties.
"Sudha... I am so proud of your kind heart... your helping nature... if I was there... I would have let you kiss him... I would have done anything to comfort him," I said softly, my voice full of emotion, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my hands sliding down her back, easing inside her white panties from behind, grabbed her naked ass cheeks, squeezed her naked ass cheeks firmly, my fingers digging into her naked ass cheeks, feeling her warm naked ass cheeks in my palms.
My wife’s head dropped slightly, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes looking down, her voice trembling with guilt.
"Rajesh... I let him kiss my lips... I am sorry... are you mad at me?" she whispered shyly, her voice apologetic, tears in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
"Sudha... I love you more... you are so kind... so open-hearted... just like me... I am proud of you," I said softly, squeezing her naked ass cheeks harder, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my balls aching with filthy excitement from her guilty worry, her innocent sympathy.
My wife started feeling comfortable, her boobs heaving in her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her large dark eyes lifting to meet mine, a small relieved smile on her full red lips, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her cheeks still flushed but softer now.
After a pause, when she got comfortable with my words, I asked gently, my voice low, my hands still squeezing her naked ass cheeks inside her panties.
"Sudha... did he like your lips?" I asked, my cock throbbing harder against her thighs through my dhoti, my balls aching as I waited for her answer.
My wife blushed deeper, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes dropping again, her boobs rising and falling in her white bra, her voice shy and trembling.
"Rajesh... he enjoyed kissing my lips so much... he moaned inside my mouth... he held my face tightly... he kissed me deeply... I could feel how much he liked it... he was so grateful," she whispered, her voice full of embarrassment and sympathy, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
I squeezed her naked ass cheeks harder, my cock throbbing violently against her thighs through my dhoti, my balls aching with filthy excitement from her confession, her innocent description of how Giridhar Sir enjoyed kissing her lips, moaning inside her mouth, holding her face, kissing her deeply.
"Sudha... tell me more... did you like the taste of his lips?" I asked, my voice rough with lust, my hands squeezing her naked ass cheeks firmly, my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti.
My wife’s cheeks burned even redder, her large dark eyes shy, her boobs heaving in her white bra, her voice trembling.
"Rajesh... no... it was filthy... I hated the taste... but out of compassion... I kissed him back... I wanted to make him feel better... I am sorry," she said apologetically, her voice full of guilt, tears in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
Her words, her innocent guilt about kissing him back, hating his taste but doing it out of compassion, her sympathy for Giridhar Sir, made my cock throb harder, my balls aching painfully, the filthy thrill of her naivety, her open-hearted kindness, driving me wild with jealousy and excitement as I held her close.




I hugged her tightly, my arms wrapping around her waist, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her wide hips against mine, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by her white panties.
"Sudha... you are a good student... helping your teacher come out of his trauma is a noble thing... I am proud of you," I said softly, my voice full of emotion, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my hands sliding down her back, easing inside her white panties from behind, grabbed her naked ass cheeks, squeezed her naked ass cheeks firmly, my fingers digging into her naked ass cheeks, feeling her warm naked ass cheeks in my palms.
My wife’s head dropped slightly, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes looking down, her voice trembling with guilt.
"Rajesh... there is one more thing... I did to comfort him... I do not want to tell you... I am scared," she whispered shyly, her voice apologetic, tears in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
I nodded gently, hugging her tighter, my arms wrapping around her waist, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti.
"Sudha... I love you... tell me... I am not mad... I love you no matter what," I said softly, my voice full of reassurance, my hands squeezing her naked ass cheeks inside her panties, my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti, my balls aching with filthy excitement from her guilty worry.
I got naked, my cock rock hard, throbbing, leaking precum, hugged her only in her white bra and white panties, carried her to bed, telling her.
"Tell me while I enjoy fucking you," I said, placing her on the bed, reaching behind her back to unhook her white bra clasps one by one, the hooks releasing with soft clicks, pulling the bra band away from her ribcage, her massive boobs spilling free as I peeled the white bra off her shoulders, her boobs bounced heavily, her dark nipples erect and hard, the bra straps sliding down her arms, the cups releasing her boobs completely, her boobs swaying freely, heavy and round, her nipples stiff in the cool air.
I eased my hands to her white panties, hooking my fingers under the waistband, tugging her white panties down her wide hips, the white panties sliding slowly over her plump ass cheeks, the white panties crotch peeling away from her soaked pussy lips, the wet white panties clinging briefly to her pussy lips before releasing, gliding the white panties down her thick juicy thighs, the white panties dragging against her legs, hugging every contour of her thighs, sliding over her knees, past her calves, pooling at her ankles, her pussy completely exposed, glistening wet, her pussy lips swollen and dripping with arousal, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together slightly as I peeled the white panties off her feet.
I shoved my hard cock inside her soaked pussy, thrusting deep, her pussy walls clenching around my cock as I began fucking her hard, her massive boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting off the bed with each thrust, the wet squelching sounds loud, her pussy gripping me tighter, the cuckold tension thick in the air as I recalled her hugging Giridhar Sir, her thigh rubbing his cock, him cumming in his trousers, her kissing him back out of sympathy, the boys watching and jerking their cocks, the sexual tension building with every thrust, every moan from her lips, my cock slamming deeper, my balls tightening painfully from the filthy excitement of her kindness, her open heart, her helping him cum.
My wife moaned louder, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting with each thrust.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Rajesh... I stroked his cock over his pants... I helped him cum... I am sorry... I did it out of sympathy... he needed it," she confessed shyly, her voice apologetic, tears in her eyes, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting with each thrust.
Her confession, her innocent guilt about stroking Giridhar Sir's cock over his pants, helping him cum out of sympathy, her detailed words about comforting him, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, my thrusts becoming frantic, my balls tightening painfully, the cuckold tension exploding inside me, the filthy excitement of her naivety, her open-hearted kindness, her stroking his cock, making him cum, driving me insane with lust and jealousy.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and came deep inside my wife's pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she moaned and began cumming all over my cock. My cock pulsed, shooting thick hot cum deep inside her pussy, her pussy walls clenching, milking every drop, her body shuddering under me, her massive boobs heaving, nipples hard, her pussy soaking wet with our mixed cum.




We lay there breathing hard, my cock still buried deep inside her pussy, pulsing with the last weak spurts of cum, her pussy walls fluttering around me in slow, exhausted clenches, milking the final drops, our mixed cum leaking out around my cock and dripping down her ass cheeks onto the bedsheet. Her massive boobs rose and fell against my chest, nipples still hard and sensitive from my mouth, brushing my skin with every ragged breath. Her thick juicy thighs remained loosely wrapped around my hips, trembling faintly, her plump ass cheeks soft and warm under my palms, my fingers still resting inside her white panties that I had tugged halfway down earlier.
I stayed inside her, not pulling out, letting the wet heat of her pussy cradle my softening cock, my balls pressed against her ass cheeks, heavy and spent. I kissed her forehead gently, tasting the salt of her sweat and tears, then moved to her cheek, her full red lips still swollen from earlier confessions and our kiss.
"Sudha... my sweet wife... you have no idea how much I love you," I whispered, my voice low and rough with emotion, my cock giving a weak twitch inside her pussy as I spoke. "Hearing you say those things... how you stroked his cock... helped him cum... out of pure kindness... it makes me want you even more. I am not angry. I am proud. You are so good, so open-hearted."
My wife’s large dark eyes lifted to mine, still glassy with tears and the afterglow of her orgasm, her cheeks flushed deep red. She bit her lower lip, her pussy giving a small involuntary squeeze around my cock, sending a shiver through both of us.
"Rajesh... really? You are not mad?" she whispered, her voice small and vulnerable, her boobs pressing harder against my chest as she shifted closer, her nipples dragging across my skin. "I was so scared to tell you... I thought you would hate me... I only wanted to help him... he was hurting so much... but when I touched his cock... stroked it... felt him cum in his trousers... I felt guilty... but I could not stop. I am sorry."
I kissed her slowly, deeply, tasting her again, my tongue sliding against hers, swallowing her soft whimper. My cock stirred weakly inside her pussy, not fully hard yet but thickening from her words, from the image of her hand on Giridhar Sir’s cock, jerking him until he came.
"Never be sorry for being kind, Sudha," I murmured against her lips, my hand sliding up to cup her boob, thumb brushing over her nipple, making her gasp softly. "I love that about you. I love that you gave him that comfort... that you made him cum when he needed it most. It makes me love you more... makes me want to fuck you again just thinking about it."
She moaned quietly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her thick juicy thighs tightening around my hips, her plump ass cheeks flexing under my other hand.
"Rajesh... when he moaned into my mouth... when I felt his cock pulse and cum... I thought of you... I thought you would understand... I did it for him... but I came home to you," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion and lingering arousal, her boobs rising faster, nipples stiff against my palm, her pussy giving another slow squeeze around my cock.
I kissed her again, slower this time, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting the faint salt of her tears and the sweetness that was only hers. My cock thickened further inside her pussy, not fully hard but stirring, the cuckold heat reigniting low in my balls.
"I understand, Sudha... I understand completely," I whispered against her lips, my thumb circling her nipple slowly, making her arch slightly, her pussy clenching around me. "You are my perfect wife... kind, beautiful, open-hearted... I love that you helped him... I love that you told me... I love everything about you."
She sighed, a soft, relieved sound, her body melting further into mine, her boobs pressed tight against my chest, her nipples hard and sensitive, her pussy warm and slick around my cock, her thick juicy thighs loosening but still wrapped around me, her plump ass cheeks relaxing under my palm.
"I love you too, Rajesh... thank you for understanding... thank you for loving me... even after everything," she whispered, her voice small and tender, tears drying on her cheeks, a soft smile curving her full red lips as she nuzzled closer, her boobs shifting plushly against me, her pussy giving one last gentle flutter around my cock.
We stayed like that, bodies entwined, my cock softening slowly inside her pussy, her boobs pressed to my chest, her nipples still hard against my skin, her thick juicy thighs around my hips, her plump ass cheeks warm under my hand, the dark, intimate thrill of her confession hanging between us like smoke, binding us closer even as it fueled my jealousy and desire. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips again — soft, slow, possessive — and she sighed into my mouth, safe, loved, forgiven, her pussy still holding me gently inside her as our breathing slowly matched.

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In the coming months my wife and her classmates Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik became very good friends. My wife, with her kind and naive heart, started preparing food at home every week, packing idli sambar chutney dosa and sweets, bringing it to class in steel tiffin boxes, her boobs bouncing gently over her kurti top as she walked through the college corridor, her wide hips swaying, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step.

In class she would open the boxes, serve them with her own hands, feeding the boys lovingly, her large dark eyes shining with innocent joy, her boobs heaving as she leaned forward over the kurti top, her cheeks flushed with kindness.
"Arjun... open your mouth... eat this... I made it with love," she said softly, her voice full of warmth, feeding him a piece of dosa, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her wide hips shifting, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings.
The boys ate happily, their eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, thanking her, their cocks half hard in their trousers from her closeness, her innocent care.
Giridhar Sir was busy with the new orphanage he had started for children who lost their parents in accidents, spending most of his time there, coming to class only for the lessons, leaving immediately after, his face tired but determined, his eyes still softening every time he saw my wife.
Every time he entered the class or met her in the corridor he hugged my wife freely, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close, his hands sliding down to her plump ass cheeks over her kurti top and leggings, squeezing them firmly, his cock hardening against her stomach through his trousers, hugging her tightly for long moments, his face buried in her hair, inhaling her jasmine scent, in front of the boys who had gotten used to it, watching openly without surprise, their cocks twitching in their trousers as they stared at her boobs pressed against Sir, her ass cheeks being squeezed, her thick juicy thighs against his leg.
"Sudha... thank you... your presence... it gives me strength," he whispered each time, his voice full of gratitude, his cock throbbing against her, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder before letting go, the boys watching quietly, their eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
My wife felt even more sympathy for him, her large dark eyes filling with tears whenever she saw him rush off to the orphanage, her boobs heaving over her kurti top, her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the emotional weight without her fully understanding.
"Sir... please take care... I want to help you... but you always tell me to focus on education," she said softly one day, her voice trembling with concern, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her wide hips shifting, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings.
Giridhar Sir smiled sadly, hugging her again in front of the boys, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks firmly, his cock hardening against her stomach.
"Sudha... your studies come first... but your kindness... it already helps me more than you know," he said emotionally, his voice thick, his eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Meanwhile my wife and the boys became very comfortable, sharing secrets with her, telling her about their dreams, their struggles, their desires, my wife listening with her naive, super dumb kindness, her large dark eyes wide, her boobs heaving over her kurti top, her pussy lips probably tingling under her panties from their closeness without her realizing, liking them very much, treating them like younger brothers, feeding them, laughing with them, her boobs bouncing, her plump ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together when she sat with them.
"You boys are so sweet... I love being your friend... I will always help you," she said innocently one day, her voice full of warmth, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her cheeks flushed with happiness, her large dark eyes shining, completely unaware of their cocks hardening in their trousers as they stared at her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
I stayed outside the window in the dark many days, watching her feed them, hug Giridhar Sir freely in front of the boys, her boobs pressed against him, her ass cheeks squeezed openly, the boys staring, their cocks twitching, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the cuckold thrill of her naive kindness, her super dumb innocence, making me hornier every day, my balls aching as I watched her comfort everyone but come home to me.


My wife and the boys always came on time, reaching the classroom early while waiting for Giridhar Sir. My wife used to sit on the edge of Giridhar Sir’s desk, her plump ass cheeks resting on the wooden surface, her thick juicy thighs dangling, the red leggings hugging every contour of her thighs, her boobs rising and falling over the black kurti top, her deep round navel impression visible over the kurti top, her wide hips flared out, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
The boys surrounded her, Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, and Karthik standing close, their cocks already half hard in their trousers as they looked at her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
While walking to my wife they used to adjust her hair, their fingers gliding through her jet black hair, tucking loose strands behind her ear, their eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top. One would adjust her kurti top neckline, pulling it slightly, cheekily looking at her white bra strap peeking out, their cocks twitching in their trousers. Someone placed his hand on her thighs over her red leggings, rubbing gently as they talked, another touched her ass cheeks lightly over the leggings, squeezing softly while pretending to lean in to hear her better.
My wife lost in conversation did not notice, her large dark eyes shining with innocent joy, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her pussy lips probably tingling under her panties without her fully understanding why she felt so warm and happy.
At the same time they praised her beauty so much that my wife started feeling like a queen already.
"Sudha Akka... you are the most beautiful woman we have ever seen... your smile... your eyes... your presence makes the class brighter," Arjun said softly, his hand on her thigh over the leggings, rubbing gently, his cock hard in his trousers.
"Yes Sudha Akka... you look so graceful... so elegant... we are lucky to have you here," Vikram added, his fingers adjusting her kurti top, cheekily looking at her white bra strap, his cock throbbing.
"Sudha Akka... you are like a ray of sunshine... your kindness... your warmth... it makes us so happy," Suresh said, his hand touching her ass cheeks lightly over the leggings, squeezing softly.
"Sudha Akka... you make us feel so good just by being here... we love spending time with you," Karthik whispered, his hand on her thigh over the leggings, rubbing slowly, his cock leaking precum in his trousers.
My wife blushed deeply, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her large dark eyes shy but shining with innocent joy, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her thick juicy thighs shifting under their hands, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under their touches, feeling like a queen from their constant praise, her naive heart swelling with happiness, completely unaware of their cocks hard in their trousers, their hands on her thighs and ass cheeks.
I stayed at the window in the dark many days, watching the boys surrounding my wife on the desk, their hands on her thighs over the leggings, touching her ass cheeks over the leggings, praising her beauty, her blushing and feeling like a queen, driving me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as the class waited for Giridhar Sir.



It had been two and a half years since my wife joined the college, and now she was in her final semester. During these years Giridhar Sir helped her a lot, especially when it came to clearing all her exams semester after semester. He stayed late after class explaining difficult topics to her, sitting close at his desk, his eyes on her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her wide hips shifting on the chair, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she listened attentively with her naive super dumb kindness, her large dark eyes wide and focused, her boobs heaving gently over the kurti top.
Giridhar Sir patiently went over every question, his hand sometimes resting on her thigh over the leggings as he pointed to the notes, his cock hardening in his trousers from her closeness, her innocent trust, her boobs pressing against the desk edge when she leaned in to see better, her ass cheeks shifting on the chair.
He also used his influence in the board to clear all her exams, making sure her papers were passed smoothly even if her answers were not perfect, his kindness coming from the comfort she had given him earlier and continued to give.
Throughout these years Giridhar Sir maintained his sympathy for her, stealing hugs from my wife every now and then, whenever he came to class, met her in the corridor, or even in the staff room. He would wrap his arms around her waist, pull her close, his hands sliding down to squeeze her plump ass cheeks over her kurti top and leggings, his cock hardening against her stomach through his trousers, hugging her tightly for long moments, his face buried in her hair, inhaling her jasmine scent.
Many times he would steal kisses from her lips, leaning in when they were alone, his lips kissing her full red lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth tasting her, moaning softly as he kissed her deeply, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder.
In the name of offering him comfort my wife would let him kiss her lips, her naive heart full of sympathy, her large dark eyes closing as she allowed his tongue to explore her mouth, her boobs pressed against his chest through her kurti top.
My wife came to know that Giridhar Sir had helped her clear all her exams again this final semester, her cheeks flushed with happiness, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes shining with joy and gratitude.
"Sir helped me so much again... all my exams are cleared... I am so happy... thank you sir," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion, tears of joy in her large dark eyes, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her wide hips shifting on the chair, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she smiled at Giridhar Sir.
Giridhar Sir smiled warmly, hugging her tightly, his arms around her waist, his hands sliding down to squeeze her plump ass cheeks over her kurti top and leggings, his cock hardening against her stomach through his trousers, then kissing her lips deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth tasting her, moaning softly as he kissed her passionately, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder before letting go.
"Sudha... you deserve it... your kindness... your heart... it helped me... now I help you... thank you," he whispered emotionally, his voice thick with gratitude, his cock throbbing against her, his lips still tasting her after the kiss.
My wife felt even more emotional, tears slipping down her cheeks, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her large dark eyes shining with joy and sympathy.
Inside my chest the jealousy twisted like a knife, sharper than ever. Two and a half years of watching him take these liberties, hugging her, squeezing her ass cheeks, kissing her lips, his cock hard against her, his tongue in her mouth, while she let him, thinking it was only sympathy, only comfort. Every stolen kiss, every squeeze, every time she closed her eyes and let him taste her, it carved deeper into me. I hated him for wanting her so openly. I hated her for being so naive, so kind, so blind to how badly he craved her body. But most of all I hated myself, because the hatred only made me harder, the pain only made my cock throb more violently, the thought of him moaning into her mouth while she let him, the thought of her boobs pressed to him, her ass cheeks in his hands, made me leak precum like a broken faucet. The jealousy burned hotter than lust, darker than love, and yet it fueled everything, every glance, every memory, every time I stroked my cock in the dark thinking of her innocence being slowly corrupted right under my nose. I was proud of her kindness, yes, but the pride was poisoned, twisted, and the poison only made me want her more, need her more, need to reclaim her while the image of his hands on her, his tongue in her, played over and over in my mind, tearing me apart inside.
My balls ached with the unbearable weight of it all, love, rage, arousal, shame, as I watched her cry with happiness over his help, her boobs heaving, her cheeks wet with tears, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me.




After college I used to take my wife home angrily, my jaw clenched, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti from the frustration boiling inside me, the images of Giridhar Sir hugging her, squeezing her plump ass cheeks, kissing her full red lips, his tongue in her mouth, his cock hard against her stomach, replaying over and over in my mind like a curse. I wanted to slap something, anything, to vent the rage, the jealousy that choked me every time I saw her let him take those liberties, her naive kindness blinding her to how he used her sympathy to touch her, taste her, claim her in small filthy ways right in front of everyone.
We reached home, I slammed the door behind us, my breathing heavy, my hands shaking with anger and need. My wife looked at me with her large dark eyes wide and confused, her boobs rising and falling over the black kurti top, her cheeks flushed from the ride, her wide hips shifting nervously, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
She started undressing to change, her fingers gripping the hem of her black kurti top, pulling it up slowly, the kurti top sliding over her wide hips, gliding against her thick juicy thighs, the kurti top stretching across her massive boobs as she lifted it higher, her boobs jiggling heavily within the loving hold of her white bra, her jet black hair falling loose from the ponytail, jasmine flowers dropping to the floor, the scent rising stronger.
As she pulled the kurti top over her head, her boobs swaying tenderly but securely in the bra's warm embrace, held lovingly and lifted high, her deep round navel fully exposed, she looked at me apologetically, her voice soft and trembling.
"Rajesh... I am sorry... Giridhar Sir kissed my lips again today... he hugged me tightly... squeezed my ass cheeks... I let him... I felt so bad for him... forgive me," she whispered, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her boobs heaving in her white bra, her pussy lips probably swelling under her white panties from the guilt and confusion.
The moment she started confessing, apologizing for letting Giridhar Sir kiss her, hug her, squeeze her ass cheeks, the anger inside me twisted into something darker, hotter. My cock throbbed violently inside my dhoti, leaking more precum, the frustration exploding into raw possessive lust. Hearing her say it, her innocent voice trembling with guilt about his lips on hers, his hands on her ass cheeks, made me super horny, the jealousy turning into a need to reclaim her, to fuck her hard, to erase every touch he had stolen.
I grabbed her, pulled her to me roughly, my hands squeezing her ass cheeks over her red leggings, my cock pressing hard against her thighs through my dhoti, my mouth crashing onto hers, kissing her possessively, my tongue forcing into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her as mine.
"Sudha... you are mine... only mine," I growled against her lips, my voice rough with lust and rage, my hands tugging her kurti top higher, peeling it off completely, her boobs bouncing free in her white bra, nipples hard through the bra cups.
I carried her to the bed, laid her down, my hands unhooking her white bra from behind, the hooks releasing with soft clicks, pulling the bra off, her massive boobs spilled free, her dark nipples erect and hard. I tugged her red leggings down her wide hips, peeling them off her thick juicy thighs, revealing her white panties hugging her ass cheeks, the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips. I removed her white panties down her wide hips, peeled them off her thick juicy thighs, her pussy completely exposed, glistening wet, her pussy lips swollen and dripping with arousal.
I shoved my hard cock inside her soaked pussy, thrusting deep, her pussy walls clenching around my cock as I fucked her possessively, hard, fast, my hands squeezing her boobs, pinching her nipples, my mouth on her neck, biting, marking her as mine, the wet squelching sounds loud, her pussy gripping me tighter, her massive boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting off the bed with each violent thrust.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum, her voice trembling with pleasure and lingering guilt.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and came deep inside my wife's pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she moaned and began cumming all over my cock. My cock pulsed, shooting thick hot cum deep inside her pussy, her pussy walls clenching, milking every drop, her body shuddering under me, her massive boobs heaving, nipples hard, her pussy soaking wet with our mixed cum.
We lay there breathing hard, my cock still inside her pussy, my hands still squeezing her boobs, her arms around my neck, the dark filthy thrill of her apologetic confession, her innocent guilt about Giridhar Sir kissing her, the way I fucked her possessively to reclaim her, making me hornier even after cumming deep inside her.





The whole day I started feeling guilty and ashamed of myself. Every time I sat at my office desk, the shame hit me like a sickness. I stared at my computer screen, my mind replaying the nights before—how I fucked my wife possessively while she confessed what happened in class with Giridhar Sir, how his hands squeezed her plump ass cheeks, how his lips kissed her full red lips, his tongue in her mouth, and how she let him out of sympathy. I felt dirty for getting so horny from her words, for cumming hard inside her pussy while she told me about his cock hardening against her, his moans during the kiss. The arousal that drove me wild at night turned to self-loathing in daylight. I hated myself for craving those stories, for needing to hear her innocent voice tremble with guilt about his touches, his kisses. I felt weak, unworthy, ashamed that my jealousy and lust twisted into something so dark. I wanted to be a better husband, to stop the cycle, but the guilt only made the memories sharper, the shame heavier.
But every evening when I took my wife home, the moment she started undressing and apologetically telling me what happened in class with Giridhar Sir, the guilt vanished, swallowed by raw, possessive lust. She would pull her black kurti top up slowly, the kurti top sliding over her wide hips, gliding against her thick juicy thighs, her boobs jiggling heavily within the loving hold of her white bra as she lifted it higher, her jet black hair falling loose, jasmine flowers dropping to the floor.
"Rajesh... today Giridhar Sir held me so close... he kissed me again... I did not stop him... I thought it would help his pain," she would whisper apologetically, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her boobs heaving in her white bra.
Hearing her confess, her innocent voice trembling with guilt about his kisses, his closeness, made me super horny. My cock throbbed violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the frustration turning into possessive need. I grabbed her, pulled her to me roughly, my hands squeezing her ass cheeks over her red leggings, my cock pressing hard against her thighs through my dhoti, my mouth crashing onto hers, kissing her possessively, my tongue forcing into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her as mine.
"Sudha... you are mine... only mine," I growled against her lips, my voice rough with lust, my hands tugging her kurti top higher, peeling it off completely, her boobs bouncing free in her white bra, nipples hard through the bra cups.
I carried her to the bed, laid her down, my hands unhooking her white bra from behind, the hooks releasing with soft clicks, pulling the bra off, her massive boobs spilled free, her dark nipples erect and hard. I tugged her red leggings down her wide hips, peeling them off her thick juicy thighs, revealing her white panties hugging her ass cheeks, the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips. I removed her white panties down her wide hips, peeled them off her thick juicy thighs, her pussy completely exposed, glistening wet, her pussy lips swollen and dripping with arousal.
I shoved my hard cock inside her soaked pussy, thrusting deep, her pussy walls clenching around my cock as I fucked her possessively, hard, fast, my hands squeezing her boobs, pinching her nipples, my mouth on her neck, biting, marking her as mine, the wet squelching sounds loud, her pussy gripping me tighter, her massive boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting off the bed with each violent thrust.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum, her voice trembling with pleasure and lingering guilt.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and came deep inside my wife's pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she moaned and began cumming all over my cock. My cock pulsed, shooting thick hot cum deep inside her pussy, her pussy walls clenching, milking every drop, her body shuddering under me, her massive boobs heaving, nipples hard, her pussy soaking wet with our mixed cum.
But once I snapped out of it, once the orgasm faded and I pulled out, lying beside her, the guilt crashed back heavier than before. In the office the next day, sitting at my desk, the shame and guilt returned like a sickness. I felt dirty, weak, ashamed of myself for getting so horny from her confessions, for fucking her possessively while she told me about Giridhar Sir kissing her, squeezing her ass cheeks, his cock hard against her. I hated how I craved those stories, how they made me cum harder than anything else. I stared at my computer screen, my cock soft now but my mind replaying her words, her innocent voice trembling with guilt, and the self-loathing burned in my chest, making my stomach twist. I was her husband, yet I was the one getting off on her being touched by another man, her kindness exploited, her body used for his comfort. The guilt choked me, the shame made me sick, yet deep down the arousal lingered, a dark whisper that never fully went away.




I noticed a lot of change in me. Even if my wife was naked in front of me, standing there with her massive boobs exposed, her dark nipples erect and hard, her pussy lips swollen and glistening, her thick juicy thighs parted slightly, her plump ass cheeks round and inviting, her wide hips flared, her deep round navel rising and falling with each breath, I would not get tempted. My cock stayed soft inside my dhoti, no rush of blood, no throbbing, no leaking precum. The sight of her naked body alone did nothing to me anymore. The lust that used to surge just from seeing her boobs bounce, her ass cheeks jiggle, her pussy lips wet, had faded. I felt numb toward her nudity, cold, detached.
But the moment she started talking about what happened in class with Giridhar Sir and the boys, about the naughty things, the hugs, the kisses, the squeezes on her ass cheeks, the way Giridhar Sir moaned into her mouth, the way the boys touched her thighs over her leggings, adjusted her kurti top, looked at her bra strap, I immediately got horny. My cock would harden instantly inside my dhoti, throbbing painfully, leaking precum, my balls tightening with sudden intense need. The stories alone made me super horny, the details of her innocence being touched, her kindness exploited, her boobs pressed against Giridhar Sir, her ass cheeks squeezed, the boys staring, their cocks hard in their trousers, it all ignited me like nothing else. Watching her with Giridhar Sir and the boys from the window, seeing their hands on her thighs, their eyes on her boobs, their cocks twitching, made me even hornier, the cuckold heat burning through me.
Yet once I snapped out of it, once the fucking ended and I lay beside her, breathing hard, my cock softening inside her pussy, the guilt and shame crashed back. In the office, sitting at my desk, the self-loathing returned like poison. I felt disgusted with myself for getting so aroused from her confessions, for cumming hard while she told me about Giridhar Sir kissing her, squeezing her ass cheeks, his cock hard against her, the boys touching her thighs, staring at her boobs. I hated how those stories made me cum harder than anything else, how her naive voice trembling with guilt about letting him kiss her, letting him squeeze her, drove me to fuck her possessively. I stared at my computer screen, my cock soft now, but the shame burned in my chest, twisting my stomach. I was her husband, yet I was the one getting off on her being touched by another man, her kindness used, her body desired by others. The guilt choked me, the shame made me sick, yet deep down the arousal lingered, a dark whisper that never fully went away, waiting for the next night, the next confession, the next time her words would make me hard again.



Over the two and a half years my wife and the four boys Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik grew much more friendly. My wife saw them as her younger brothers, treating them with her naive super dumb kindness, always caring for them like family. She laughed with them, shared stories, fed them homemade food, and listened to their problems with her large dark eyes full of innocent concern, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together when she sat close to them in class.
But the boys did not see her as a sister. They always lusted after my wife, their cocks hardening in their trousers every time they looked at her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her wide hips swaying, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs shifting when she moved.
My wife was so friendly and trusting that she even helped all four boys get girlfriends. Before that, the boys would complain to her that no girls looked at them, that they felt ignored, that they did not know how to attract anyone. My wife, with her kind heart, felt bad for them and decided to help.
She took them shopping many times, buying nice clothes for them—shirts, trousers, jeans, jackets—to make them look better. She went with them to the stores, picking outfits, holding shirts against their chests, adjusting collars, telling them what would look good. She taught them how to wear the clothes properly, how to tuck shirts neatly, how to roll sleeves, how to stand and walk so girls would notice them, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top as she demonstrated, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings when she moved, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together.
Since I had to pay for everything my wife took me along with them all the time. I stood there watching her shop with the boys, her large dark eyes shining with innocent excitement as she helped them, her boobs bouncing gently over the kurti top, her wide hips swaying, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, while the boys stared at her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, their cocks hardening in their new trousers as she adjusted their collars, touched their shoulders, smiled at them.
My wife never noticed their lust, thinking only of helping her "younger brothers" look good and find girlfriends, her naive heart happy to see them confident. The boys thanked her endlessly, hugging her sometimes, their hands brushing her boobs or ass cheeks over her kurti top and leggings, their cocks hard against her during the hugs.
I watched it all, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the cuckold tension thick as my wife innocently helped the boys who lusted after her, who wanted to fuck her, while I paid for their clothes, their confidence, their future girlfriends, my balls aching with jealousy and filthy excitement every time.




My wife was so caring that she even took them to expensive men’s undergarment showrooms and purchased branded underwear and vests for them. The boys would beg her that it was expensive, they did not want it, but my wife would get emotional and tell them that she was like their elder sister and not to worry about the price, and if they really respected her as their sister they must let her buy. They agreed, making my wife emotional, tears in her large dark eyes, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her cheeks flushed with happiness.
My wife used to care for them as her own little brothers that she would get into the trial room with them and decide which underwear suited them the best. When they used to be in their underwear in the trial room they used to have huge boners in their underwear as they lusted after my wife, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in the branded underwear, but my wife did not know.
Inside the trial room, the boys' minds were on fire. Arjun stood there in tight black branded underwear, his cock fully erect and pushing hard against the thin material, the head outlined clearly, throbbing with every breath as he watched my wife kneel slightly to check the fit, her boobs hanging heavily over her kurti top, her ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings when she bent. He imagined grabbing her boobs, squeezing them, thrusting his cock between them while she looked up at him with those innocent large dark eyes. His balls ached, tight and full, precum leaking inside the underwear as her fingers brushed his thigh accidentally.
Vikram, in dark blue boxer briefs, had his cock straining upward, the shaft thick and rigid, veins bulging against the fabric, his mind racing with thoughts of pulling her leggings down, spreading her thick juicy thighs, shoving his cock deep into her pussy while she moaned his name. Every time she leaned closer to adjust the waistband, her boobs almost brushing his thigh, his cock jerked hard, more precum soaking the front, his breathing shallow and ragged.
Suresh, wearing grey trunks, his cock rock hard and tenting the underwear prominently, the head pushing the material outward, fantasized about bending her over the trial room mirror, slapping her plump ass cheeks, fucking her from behind while she gripped the rail, her boobs bouncing wildly. His cock pulsed with every innocent smile she gave him, every time she said “this looks good on you”, his balls heavy and aching for release.
Karthik, in white briefs, his cock stiff and pointing straight up, the outline sharp and obscene, pictured her on her knees, her full red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him while her boobs bounced in her kurti top. When she grabbed his cock over the underwear to tease, his whole body tensed, his cock jerking in her hand, precum flooding the front, his mind screaming to push her down, to fuck her mouth right there.
My wife used to funnily ask if they were thinking about their girlfriend and having boner and grabbed their cock over their underwear and teased them, her fingers wrapping around their hard cock through the underwear, squeezing lightly, laughing innocently.
"Ohhh... look at this big boner... are you thinking about your girlfriend already? Naughty boy... does it feel good when I squeeze like this?" she would say playfully, her fingers squeezing their cock over the underwear again, giggling as she watched the cock twitch and throb in her hand, her boobs bouncing over her kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together.
"See how hard it is... poor thing... must be missing her so much... should I squeeze harder? Or maybe give it a little pat?" she teased, patting their cock over the underwear lightly with her palm, then squeezing again, her large dark eyes sparkling with innocent mischief, her cheeks flushed.
"Aww... it's jumping in my hand... so excited... you boys are so cute when you're all hard like this... don't be shy... your girlfriend will love it when she sees," she laughed softly, giving their cock one more firm squeeze before letting go, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she turned to pick the next underwear.
The boys could barely speak, their cocks pulsing in her hand, their minds screaming with lust, imagining ripping her kurti top off, burying their faces in her boobs, fucking her right there in the trial room while she laughed innocently.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife inside with them, grabbing their hard cocks over their underwear, teasing them with squeezes and pats, laughing innocently while their cocks throbbed in her hand, her boobs bouncing, her ass cheeks jiggling, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I paid for their branded underwear, their confidence, their lust for my wife.

[novelistcasanova]

Arjun was the boldest one among the boys. One day in the trial room of the expensive men’s undergarment showroom, while all four boys were there trying on branded underwear with my wife helping them decide the best fit, she was making fun of them and teasing them about thinking of their girlfriends and having boners.

My wife laughed innocently, her boobs bouncing over her kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she stood close to them in the small trial room.
"Look at all of you... big boners again... are you all thinking about your girlfriends so much? Naughty boys... so hard already," she teased playfully, her fingers brushing their underwear over their hard cocks, giggling as their cocks twitched under her touch.
Arjun, standing in tight black branded underwear, his cock fully erect and making a huge boner in the material, suddenly pulled his underwear down, letting it slide to his thighs, his hard cock springing free, thick and throbbing, the head glistening with precum.
Arjun lied to my wife with a shy face, his voice low and pleading.
"Sudha akka... I have this boner thinking about my girlfriend... it's too hard... if you don't help me... I can't try the underwear properly... the size matching will go wrong... please akka... can you stroke my cock... help me cum... or else it will be uncomfortable?"
My wife’s cheeks burned red, her large dark eyes wide with shock, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties from the sudden situation, her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly.
"Arjun... I am like your elder sister... I can... but... is it okay?" she whispered innocently, her voice trembling, her naive heart wanting to help him, thinking it was just sisterly comfort.
Arjun made a sorry face, his eyes pleading, his cock throbbing hard in front of her, precum dripping from the head.
"Akka... if you really treat me as your brother... you must help me... please... I respect you so much... I need your help... just stroke it... help me cum... please akka," he begged softly, his voice emotional and convincing.
His words sounded like pure help to my wife, her kind heart melting, her large dark eyes filling with sympathy, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
"Okay Arjun... as your elder sister... I will help you... don't worry," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, stroking slowly, her hand gliding up and down his cock, squeezing lightly, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting as she leaned in.
The other boys were shocked and horny, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their underwear, eyes wide, breathing heavy, watching my wife stroke Arjun’s cock, their cocks throbbing painfully, precum soaking their branded underwear, their minds exploding with lust as they stared at her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, imagining her hand on their cocks next.



Arjun was the boldest one among the boys. One day in the trial room of the expensive men’s undergarment showroom, while all four boys were there trying on branded underwear with my wife helping them decide the best fit, she was making fun of them and teasing them about thinking of their girlfriends and having boners.
My wife laughed innocently, her boobs bouncing over her kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she stood close to them in the cramped trial room, the air thick with heat, tension, and the faint musk of arousal.
"Oh my god... all of you again with such big boners... what are your girlfriends doing to you boys? Look how hard you all are... it's almost too much," she teased, her voice light and playful but now carrying a slight nervous edge, her fingers brushing over their underwear, tracing the hard outlines of their cocks, giggling softly as each cock jerked violently under her touch, the fabric stretching taut.
The boys exchanged quick, heated glances, their breathing shallow and uneven, their cocks throbbing painfully in the tight branded underwear, the room suddenly feeling smaller, hotter, suffocating with unspoken desire.
Arjun, standing in tight black branded underwear, his cock fully erect and making a huge boner in the material, suddenly hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled his underwear down slowly, deliberately, inch by inch, letting it slide to his thighs. His hard cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head swollen dark and glistening with precum, standing straight and pulsing heavily in front of her face.
My wife gasped sharply, her cheeks instantly flaming red, her large dark eyes locked on his exposed cock in pure shock, her boobs rising sharply over the kurti top, her breath catching in her throat.
"Arjun... what... what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling, barely above a breath, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs pressing together instinctively.
Arjun looked at her with a shy, pleading face, his voice low, shaky, but thick with need, stepping half a step closer so his cock hovered inches from her hand.
"Sudha akka... see how big it is... thinking about my girlfriend made it this hard... it's hurting so much now... if you don't help me... I can't try these underwear properly... the size will be all wrong... please akka... can you stroke my cock... just a little... help me cum... as my elder sister... please? I trust only you..."
My wife’s eyes darted from his throbbing cock to his face, then back, her boobs heaving faster over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide with conflict, her voice coming out in a shaky, almost panicked whisper.
"Arjun... I am like your elder sister... I... I can help... but... this is... is this really okay? Won't it be wrong?"
Arjun made his face even sorrier, his eyes glistening as if on the verge of tears, his cock twitching visibly, more precum dripping slowly from the head onto the floor between them.
"Akka... if you really treat me as your little brother... you have to help me... please... I respect you more than anyone... I can't ask anyone else... if you don't stroke it... help me cum... it will stay like this... I can't wear anything... it will hurt all day... please akka... just this once... for your brother... please... I need you..." he begged, his voice cracking with fake desperation, but the raw emotion sounding so real, so heartbreaking to her kind, naive heart.
The other boys watched in stunned, breathless silence, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their underwear, eyes wide, mouths slightly open, breathing ragged, unable to believe Arjun had gone this far, their own cocks throbbing painfully as they stared at my wife’s shocked face, her boobs heaving rapidly over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting nervously on the small bench.
My wife’s large dark eyes filled with sympathy, tears threatening to spill, her naive heart melting at his pleading words, her boobs rising and falling quickly over the kurti top.
"Okay Arjun... as your elder sister... I will help you... don't be sad... I can't see you like this," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion, reaching out hesitantly and wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, her hand warm and gentle, stroking slowly up and down his cock, squeezing lightly, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting as she leaned in closer, completely unaware of the raw, burning lust in all four boys’ eyes.
The other boys were shocked and insanely horny, their cocks throbbing harder in their underwear, precum soaking the front, their breathing heavy, watching my wife’s hand glide up and down Arjun’s cock, her innocent fingers stroking him, her boobs bouncing slightly with each movement, their minds exploding with desire, imagining her hand on their own cocks, her touch, her kindness turning into something filthy right in front of them.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife stroking Arjun’s exposed cock, her innocent hand gliding up and down, her boobs bouncing over the kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, the other boys watching with huge boners, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I stayed hidden, unable to look away.




The other boys watched my wife stroke Arjun’s cock, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their branded underwear, eyes wide, breathing heavy, hands frozen on their own underwear as they stared at my wife’s innocent fingers gliding up and down his thick cock, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting as she leaned in closer.
Arjun, feeling bolder, grabbed my wife’s face gently with both hands, tilting her head up so her large dark eyes met his, his cock throbbing in her hand, precum dripping from the head onto her fingers.
"Sudha akka... please... suck my cock... take it in your mouth... help me cum properly... as my elder sister... please... I need it so much," he begged, his voice low, trembling with fake desperation, his eyes pleading, his cock pulsing inches from her lips.
My wife’s eyes widened in horror, her cheeks instantly flaming red, her boobs rising sharply over the kurti top, her hand immediately yanking away from his cock as if burned, her whole body recoiling back, her voice rising in a shaky, firm refusal laced with panic and hurt.
"No Arjun... no... I will NOT suck your cock... I am like your elder sister... this is too much... stroking was already wrong... but putting it in my mouth... no... never... I can't... I won't... please stop asking... you're scaring me... this is not right... I love you like a brother... but I will not do that... please... don't make me," she said, her voice cracking, tears spilling down her cheeks, her large dark eyes wide with fear and betrayal, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties from the sudden overwhelming tension, her thick juicy thighs pressing tightly together, her boobs heaving rapidly over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks clenching as she shifted back on the small bench.
Arjun’s face crumpled, his eyes glistening with crocodile tears, his cock still hard and pulsing in front of her face, his voice cracking with intensified emotional blackmail.
"Akka... if you don't help me by sucking my cock now... I will never talk to you again... I won't treat you like my sister... I will leave the college... I will disappear... please... I can't live without your help... if you really love me like a brother... if you care even a little... suck it... please akka... don't let me go... don't abandon me... I need you... please..." he pleaded, his voice breaking into sobs, tears streaming down his face, his cock twitching desperately as he leaned closer.
My wife stared at him, her large dark eyes flooding with fresh tears, her naive heart shattering at his threats, her sympathy clashing violently with her moral line, her voice trembling with pain and resolve.
"Arjun... I do love you... I care for you so much... but I can't suck your cock... I won't... that's crossing everything... I helped you by stroking... that's all I can give... please don't say you will leave... don't hurt me like this... I can't lose you... but I can't do that... please understand... I am begging you... stop asking... I can't... I won't... no matter how much you cry," she whispered, her voice breaking into quiet sobs, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting uncomfortably, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her hands clasped tightly in her lap refusing to touch him again.
Arjun’s tears fell harder, his cock still hard and throbbing, his voice desperate and cracking.
"Akka... please... just once... I respect you so much... I would die for you... if you don't... I don't know what I will do... please..." he pleaded, his voice barely holding together.
My wife shook her head slowly, tears streaming down her face, her large dark eyes full of sorrow and firm refusal.
"No Arjun... I can't... I love you... but I will not suck your cock... I won't... please don't make me choose... I can't... I am sorry," she said, her voice cracking with pain, her boobs rising and falling rapidly over the kurti top, her hands trembling in her lap.
The trial room fell into heavy, suffocating silence broken only by Arjun’s quiet sobs and the ragged breathing of the boys, their cocks still hard in their underwear, the tension thick and unbearable.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife on her knees refusing to suck Arjun’s cock, her tears, her firm no despite his emotional blackmail, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting nervously, drove me wild with jealousy, relief, pride, and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I stayed hidden, heart pounding, unable to look away.






The other boys watched my wife stroke Arjun’s cock, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their branded underwear, eyes wide, breathing heavy, hands frozen on their own underwear as they stared at my wife’s innocent fingers gliding up and down his thick cock, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting as she leaned in closer.
Arjun, feeling bolder, grabbed my wife’s face gently with both hands, tilting her head up so her large dark eyes met his, his cock throbbing in her hand, precum dripping from the head onto her fingers.
"Sudha akka... please... suck my cock... take it in your mouth... help me cum properly... as my elder sister... please... I need it so much," he begged, his voice low, trembling with fake desperation, his eyes pleading, his cock pulsing inches from her lips.
My wife’s eyes widened in shock, her cheeks burning red, her boobs rising sharply over the kurti top, her hand immediately stopping on his cock, pulling away completely, her voice firm and trembling with sudden resolve.
"No Arjun... I can't... I won't... I am your elder sister... stroking is already too much... sucking your cock... no... that's not right... I can't do that... please don't ask again," she said, her large dark eyes filling with tears of guilt and determination, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs pressing together nervously, her boobs heaving rapidly over the kurti top.
Arjun’s face fell, his eyes glistening as if he would cry, his cock still hard and pulsing in front of her face, his voice cracking with emotional blackmail.
"Akka... if you don't help me by sucking my cock now... I will never talk to you again... I won't treat you like my sister... I will even leave the college... please... I can't live without your help... if you really care for me... suck it... please akka... don't abandon me..." he begged, his voice breaking, tears in his eyes, his cock twitching desperately.
My wife looked at him, her large dark eyes filling with more tears, her naive heart aching at his threats, but her voice stayed firm, her hands clasping together in her lap, refusing to touch him again.
"Arjun... I love you like a brother... I care for you... but I can't suck your cock... that's too much... I helped you by stroking... that's all I can do... please don't say you will leave... don't hurt me like this... I can't... I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion and sorrow, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting uncomfortably on the small bench, her thick juicy thighs trembling.
Arjun’s tears fell, his cock still hard and throbbing, his voice desperate.
"Akka... please... just once... I respect you so much... I would die for you... if you don't help me... I don't know what I will do... please..." he pleaded, his voice breaking completely.
My wife shook her head slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks, her large dark eyes full of pain and sympathy.
"No Arjun... I can't... I love you... but I can't do that... please understand... I am sorry," she said softly, her voice cracking, her boobs rising and falling rapidly over the kurti top, her hands trembling in her lap.
The trial room fell silent except for Arjun’s quiet sobs and the heavy breathing of the boys, their cocks still hard in their underwear, the tension thick and unbearable.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife refusing to suck Arjun’s cock, her tears, her firm no, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting nervously, drove me wild with jealousy, relief, and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I stayed hidden, heart pounding, unable to look away.

[novelistcasanova]

The other boys winked at Arjun behind my wife’s back, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their branded underwear, eyes wide with excitement as they watched her refuse him. Suddenly they began yelling at Arjun, pretending to be angry and protective.

"Arjun... what the hell are you doing? How can you ask Sudha Akka to suck your cock? That's too much... she's our sister... stop it right now!" Vikram shouted, his voice loud and fake-outraged, his cock throbbing in his underwear.
"Yeah Arjun... you're crossing the line... apologize to Akka... she's only trying to help us... don't force her!" Suresh added, yelling dramatically, his cock jerking as he pretended to scold.
"Arjun... bad... very bad... di is like our elder sister... you can't ask her to suck... say sorry now!" Karthik joined in, his voice high and accusing, his cock hard and leaking in his underwear.
My wife looked at them, her large dark eyes filling with relief and gratitude, tears still on her cheeks, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, feeling like all the boys were supporting her, protecting her honor.
"Thank you boys... thank you... you are all so good... you understand... I knew you would stand by me," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling as she felt safe and loved.
Arjun looked apologetically at my wife, his cock still hard and throbbing in front of her face, his eyes downcast with fake shame, his voice low and sorry.
"Akka... I am sorry... I was wrong... I shouldn't have asked you to suck my cock... please forgive me... I respect you... I will never ask again," he said softly, his voice cracking, tears in his eyes as he slowly began putting his cock back inside his underwear, tucking it down with shaking hands, the head still glistening with precum.
My wife felt sorry for him, her large dark eyes softening, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her voice gentle and advising.
"Arjun... there is a line... we should not cross it... stroking your cock was already that line... I could not go beyond... I helped you because I love you like a brother... but sucking... no... never... please understand... and you boys... I even stroked Giridhar Sir’s cock over his pants sometimes... but I did not cross the line... I kept it there... we must respect boundaries," she said softly, her voice full of emotion and innocent wisdom, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the bench, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together.
The other boys pretended to listen carefully, nodding in agreement, their cocks still hard and throbbing in their underwear, eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, their faces serious but minds full of lust.
"Yes Akka... we understand... we will not cross the line... thank you for teaching us," Vikram said, nodding solemnly.
"Akka... you are right... boundaries are important... we respect you," Suresh added, his cock jerking in his underwear.
"Akka... we promise... no more crossing... you are the best sister," Karthik said, his voice sincere, his cock leaking in his underwear.
My wife smiled through her tears, her large dark eyes shining with relief, her boobs heaving slower now over the kurti top, her heart feeling lighter, believing they all respected her.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife refusing Arjun’s blowjob, her firm no, her emotional advice, the boys pretending to agree while their cocks throbbed, drove me wild with jealousy, relief, pride, and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I stayed hidden, heart pounding, unable to look away.



That night while fucking my wife, I shoved my hard cock deep inside her soaked pussy, thrusting hard and fast, her pussy walls clenching around my cock, her massive boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting off the bed with each possessive thrust. The wet squelching sounds filled the room, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
I leaned down, my mouth near her ear, voice low and casual as I fucked her deeper.
"Sudha... I saw what happened in the trial room today... I was outside... I saw everything," I said, my cock slamming into her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, pinching her nipples.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her large dark eyes wide with sudden surprise, her cheeks flushing red, her boobs bouncing with each thrust.
"Rajesh... you saw? I... I did not cross the line... I only stroked Arjun’s cock... I knew where to draw the line... I stopped when he asked for more... I am still your wife... I did not let him go further... please believe me," she whispered apologetically, her voice trembling with guilt and pleasure, her pussy walls fluttering around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing me tighter.
Her words, her innocent defense, her insistence that she knew the line, that stroking was okay but sucking was not, made my cock throb even harder inside her pussy, the cuckold heat exploding inside me. I fucked her faster, deeper, my balls slapping against her ass cheeks.
"Sudha... hypothetically... how would you feel if Arjun’s thick long cock entered your pussy?" I asked casually, my voice rough with lust, my cock slamming into her pussy, my hands crushing her boobs.
My wife moaned louder, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her voice shaky and innocent.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Arjun’s cock inside my pussy... I am your wife... I can't... but if hypothetically... it is thick... it would stretch my pussy wide open... I would feel so full... every inch pushing inside me... my pussy walls would grip it tightly... it would feel heavy... strong... I would probably moan from how much it fills me... my pussy would get so wet around it... it would slide in and out slowly at first... then faster... making me gasp... my pussy would squeeze it hard... I would feel tingles deep inside... my body would heat up... my heart would race... I would feel excited... horny... like I need more... but I won't... I can't... only your cock belongs inside my pussy," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent hypothetical answer, her naive description of how Arjun’s thick cock would stretch her pussy, fill her completely, make her moan, make her pussy wet, make her body heat up and feel horny, pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back, my cock throbbing violently inside her soaked pussy, not cumming yet.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Tell me more... if Arjun’s thick cock pushed inside your pussy... would it hurt at first? Or would your pussy open for it easily?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"It is thick... it would hurt a little at first... my pussy would stretch slowly... but then... it would feel so good... my pussy would get wetter... open for it... I would moan... feel it deep... sliding in and out... stretching me more each time... I would enjoy how full it makes me... how it pushes against my pussy walls... my body would tremble... my pussy would pulse around it... I would feel hot... excited... horny... wanting more thrusts... but I won't take it... only yours," she said innocently, her voice soft and trembling, her pussy clenching harder around my cock.
"And if it started thrusting... how would Arjun’s cock feel moving inside your pussy?" I growled, thrusting slowly, deep.
"If it thrust... it would push hard... fill me every time... my pussy would grip it... feel every vein... every pulse... I would moan louder... my pussy would squeeze it... it would rub deep... make me shiver... I would enjoy how it moves inside me... how it hits deep spots... my body would heat up more... my pussy would get even wetter... I would feel horny... needing it faster... but no... I can't imagine it... only your cock," she whispered, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
"Would you cum from Arjun’s thick cock inside your pussy?" I asked, my thrusts slow and deliberate, my cock throbbing.
"If it filled me so much... stretched me... rubbed deep... I might cum... my pussy would clench around it... shake... I would enjoy cumming on it... feeling it pulse inside me... my pussy would squeeze hard... my body would tremble with pleasure... but I won't... I can't... only you make me cum like that," she said naively, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, her boobs bouncing slightly.
Her innocent hypothetical answers, her naive words about how Arjun’s thick cock would stretch her pussy, fill her, make her moan, make her pussy wet, make her body heat up and feel horny, make her cum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The filthy image of her imagining Arjun’s cock inside her pussy, even hypothetically, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, but I kept control, not cumming yet, letting her words fuel the dark fire inside me, my cock pulsing, my balls aching with need, the cuckold tension thick and unbearable as I waited for her next breathy confession.



I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... and Vikram’s curved hard cock... how would that feel inside your pussy?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Vikram’s cock inside my pussy... he is like my younger brother... but it is curved... it would rub my pussy walls in all the right places... every thrust would hit spots that make me shiver... it would feel like it’s shaped just for me... I would moan every time it curves deep... my pussy would get wetter... squeeze it tighter... I would enjoy how it rubs inside... how it presses special spots... makes me tremble... but I won't... only your cock," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent hypothetical answer, her naive description of how Vikram’s curved cock would rub her pussy walls, hit special spots, make her moan and tremble, pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back, my cock throbbing violently inside her soaked pussy, not cumming yet.
"Tell me more... if Vikram’s curved cock thrust inside your pussy... would you feel it differently from straight cocks?" I asked, thrusting slowly, deep.
My wife moaned louder, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her voice shaky and innocent.
"Yes... if it thrust... the curve would drag along my pussy walls... rub places that feel extra good... every push would make me gasp... my pussy would squeeze around the curve... feel it bend inside me... I would enjoy how it hits deep and different... makes tingles spread... my body would heat up... but I won't take it... only yours," she said innocently, her voice soft and trembling, her pussy clenching harder around my cock.
"Would you moan louder for Vikram’s curved cock inside your pussy?" I growled, my thrusts slow and deliberate, my cock throbbing.
"If it curved deep... hit those spots... yes... I would moan louder... my pussy would pulse... feel so good... I would enjoy moaning for it... but no... I can't... only you make me moan like that," she whispered, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
"And if it made you cum... how would Vikram’s curved cock make your pussy cum?" I asked, my thrusts slow and deep.
"If it rubbed those spots... thrust deep... my pussy would clench hard... shake... I would cum strongly... enjoy the waves... feel it pulse inside me... but I won't... I can't... only your cock makes me cum," she said naively, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, her boobs bouncing slightly.
Her innocent hypothetical answers, her naive words about how Vikram’s curved cock would rub her pussy, hit special spots, make her moan louder, make her pussy cum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The filthy image of her imagining Vikram’s cock inside her pussy, even hypothetically, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, but I kept control, not cumming yet, letting her words fuel the dark fire inside me, my cock pulsing, my balls aching with need, the cuckold tension thick and unbearable as I waited for her next breathy confession.




I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... and Suresh’s straight thick cock... how would that feel inside your pussy?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Suresh’s cock inside my pussy... he is like my younger brother... but it is straight and thick... it would stretch my pussy so much... I would feel completely filled... every inch pushing straight and wide... my pussy walls would hug it tightly... it would feel so heavy... so strong... I would probably gasp when it first enters... feel my pussy open wide... then moan as it slides in deep... filling every part... making me tremble from how full it makes me... I would enjoy how it stretches me... how it presses against my pussy walls all around... but I won't... only your cock," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent hypothetical answer, her naive description of how Suresh’s straight thick cock would stretch her pussy wide, fill her completely, make her gasp and moan, pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back, my cock throbbing violently inside her soaked pussy, not cumming yet.
I slowed my thrusts even more, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Tell me more... if Suresh’s thick cock pushed inside your pussy... would it feel different from curved ones?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"It is straight... it would go in direct... stretch my pussy evenly... feel so wide... so filling... my pussy would grip it all around... no curve... just thick pressure everywhere... I would feel it pushing straight deep... making me gasp... moan from how full it makes me... my pussy would get wetter... squeeze it hard... I would enjoy the stretch... the fullness... but I won't take it... only yours," she said innocently, her voice soft and trembling, her pussy clenching harder around my cock.
"And if it started thrusting... how would Suresh’s cock feel moving inside your pussy?" I growled, thrusting slowly, deep.
"If it thrust... it would push straight... fill me completely each time... my pussy would feel every inch sliding in... stretching me wide... I would moan louder... my pussy would squeeze it... feel the thickness pressing all around... it would rub deep... make me shiver... I would enjoy how it moves... how it fills me over and over... but no... I can't imagine it... only your cock," she whispered, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
"Would you cum from Suresh’s thick cock inside your pussy?" I asked, my thrusts slow and deliberate, my cock throbbing.
"If it filled me so much... stretched me wide... thrust deep... yes... I might cum... my pussy would clench hard... shake... I would enjoy cumming on it... feeling it throb inside me... my pussy would squeeze tight... but I won't... I can't... only you make me cum like that," she said naively, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, her boobs bouncing slightly.
Her innocent hypothetical answers, her naive words about how Suresh’s thick cock would stretch her pussy wide, fill her completely, make her moan, make her pussy cum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The filthy image of her imagining Suresh’s cock inside her pussy, even hypothetically, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, but I kept control, not cumming yet, letting her words fuel the dark fire inside me, my cock pulsing, my balls aching with need, the cuckold tension thick and unbearable as I waited for her next breathy confession.



I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... and Karthik’s long slim cock... how would that feel inside your pussy?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Karthik’s cock inside my pussy... he is like my younger brother... but it is long... it would go so deep inside my pussy... reach places no one else can touch... I would feel it sliding in far... pressing deep... my pussy would stretch along its length... grip it all the way... I would probably moan very loud when it hits my deepest spots... feel tingles spread everywhere... my pussy would get so wet... squeeze it tight... I would enjoy how it goes so far... how it touches hidden places inside me... makes me shiver deep... but I won't... only your cock," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent hypothetical answer, her naive description of how Karthik’s long cock would go deep inside her pussy, reach hidden spots, make her moan loud and shiver, pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back, my cock throbbing violently inside her soaked pussy, not cumming yet.
I slowed my thrusts even more, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Tell me more... if Karthik’s long cock pushed inside your pussy... would you feel it differently from thick ones?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"It is long... it would go straight in... reach so deep... my pussy would feel it touching far inside... places thick cocks can't reach... it would slide smoothly... press deep spots... make me gasp... moan from how far it goes... my pussy would grip it along its length... feel every inch deep... I would enjoy the depth... how it touches hidden places... makes tingles spread... but I won't take it... only yours," she said innocently, her voice soft and trembling, her pussy clenching harder around my cock.
"And if it started thrusting... how would Karthik’s cock feel moving inside your pussy?" I growled, thrusting slowly, deep.
"If it thrust... it would go in and out far... hit deep every time... my pussy would feel it sliding deep... pulling back... then deep again... I would moan louder... my pussy would squeeze it... feel the length moving inside... it would rub deep spots over and over... make me shiver... I would enjoy how deep it goes... how it touches everything inside... but no... I can't imagine it... only your cock," she whispered, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
"Would you cum from Karthik’s long cock inside your pussy?" I asked, my thrusts slow and deliberate, my cock throbbing.
"If it went so deep... hit those hidden spots... yes... I might cum... my pussy would clench hard... shake... I would enjoy cumming on it... feeling it throb deep inside me... my pussy would squeeze tight around its length... but I won't... I can't... only you make me cum like that," she said naively, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, her boobs bouncing slightly.
Her innocent hypothetical answers, her naive words about how Karthik’s long cock would go deep inside her pussy, reach hidden spots, make her moan loud, make her pussy cum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The filthy image of her imagining Karthik’s cock inside her pussy, even hypothetically, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, but I kept control, not cumming yet, letting her words fuel the dark fire inside me, my cock pulsing, my balls aching with need, the cuckold tension thick and unbearable as I waited for her next breathy confession.




I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... if the boys’ cocks were tempting you so much... maybe you can take them inside your pussy... have fun with them... let them stretch you... fill you... I am okay with it... I want you to enjoy yourself... if it makes you happy," I said casually, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes wide with surprise, her cheeks flushing deeper.
"Rajesh... I know you love me... you want me to have fun... enjoy myself... but I am loyal to you... I would never take any other cock inside my pussy... only yours... I am your wife... I can't... I won't... please don't say that... I only want your cock," she whispered innocently, her voice trembling with emotion and sincerity, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving over my hands.
Her innocent refusal, her loyal promise that only my cock belonged inside her pussy, made my cock throb even harder, but I kept going, thrusting slowly, deep.






I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... and Giridhar Sir’s cock... how would that feel inside your pussy?" I asked casually, my voice rough with lust, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Giridhar Sir’s cock inside my pussy... I haven't even seen it... but I respect him... he is my teacher... and I am your wife... I would never cheat on you... never take any other cock... only yours... always yours," she whispered innocently, her voice trembling with sincerity and pleasure, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving over my hands.
Her words, her firm refusal, her innocent promise that she would never cheat, that only my cock belonged inside her pussy, made my cock throb even harder, but I kept going, thrusting slowly, deep.
"But tell me... when he hugs you... kisses you... grabs your ass cheeks... do you feel him getting tempted? Does he want more?" I asked, my voice low, my cock slamming deeper.
My wife moaned louder, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her voice shaky and innocent.
"Yes... when he hugs me... presses close... I feel his cock hardening against my stomach... when he kisses me... his tongue in my mouth... moaning... I can see he wants more... when he grabs my ass cheeks... squeezes hard... his hands shake... his breathing gets fast... I know he wants to make love to me... wants to take me... but I stop it... I don't let him... I am your wife... I only comfort him... I don't give more," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with guilt and pleasure, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent confession, her naive words about feeling Giridhar Sir’s cock harden against her, his desire to make love to her, his hands shaking on her ass cheeks, his moans during the kiss, pushed me over the edge. The filthy image of her noticing his temptation, knowing he wanted to fuck her, but stopping him, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum, her voice trembling with pleasure.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and came deep inside my wife's pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she moaned and began cumming all over my cock. My cock pulsed, shooting thick hot cum deep inside her pussy, her pussy walls clenching, milking every drop, her body shuddering under me, her massive boobs heaving, nipples hard, her pussy soaking wet with our mixed cum.
We lay there breathing hard, my cock still inside her pussy, the dark filthy thrill of her innocent confession, her naive awareness of Giridhar Sir’s desire to fuck her, making me hornier even after cumming deep inside her.

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After that I started getting busy with my house construction. I was happily building the 5th and 6th floor, supervising workers, buying materials, planning the finishing touches, my mind often drifting to my wife during the day. As usual I began dropping her at college in the morning and picking her up in the evening, her boobs bouncing over her kurti top as she climbed onto the bike, her wide hips swaying, her plump ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together when she sat behind me, her arms wrapped around my waist.

It was just 3 months for her college to get over, and she was in the final semester. Every day I watched her leave for class, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes shining with innocent excitement, completely unaware of the storm inside me—the jealousy, the guilt, the filthy arousal that never left. I drove her to college, kissed her goodbye, watched her walk away, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving, then spent the day at the construction site, my cock half hard thinking of her with Giridhar Sir and the boys, wondering what happened in class while I was away.
In the evenings I picked her up, her cheeks flushed from the day, her boobs heaving over the kurti top as she climbed on the bike, telling me small innocent things about classes, her voice soft and happy. I listened, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, the ride home filled with tension, knowing soon she would undress and confess more, her words pushing me to fuck her possessively, reclaiming her while the images of their hands, their cocks, burned in my mind.
My balls ached constantly now, the mix of love, rage, shame, and lust twisting inside me every day, stronger with each passing week as her final semester moved closer to the end.



After that I started getting busy with my house construction. I was happily building the 5th and 6th floor, supervising workers, buying materials, planning the finishing touches, my mood light and excited as the building took shape. As usual I began dropping my wife at college in the morning and picking her up in the evening, her boobs bouncing over her kurti top as she climbed onto the bike, her wide hips swaying, her plump ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together when she sat behind me, her arms wrapped around my waist.
It was just 3 months for her college to get over, and she was in the final semester. Every day I watched her leave for class, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes shining with innocent excitement, completely unaware of the storm inside me—the jealousy, the guilt, the filthy arousal that never left. I drove her to college, kissed her goodbye, watched her walk away, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving, then spent the day at the construction site, my cock half hard thinking of her with Giridhar Sir and the boys, wondering what happened in class while I was away.
One day when I took my wife to college and while returning home with her, she realized she left her phone in the classroom, her cheeks flushed with worry, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
"Rajesh... my phone... I left it in the classroom... I am sorry," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips tighter, her plump ass cheeks jiggling on the seat as we rode.
I dropped her home, kissed her forehead, told her I would go back and get it, my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum as I rode back to college alone, the memory of her hugging Giridhar Sir, her thigh rubbing his cock, him cumming in his trousers, the boys jerking off watching her still burning in my mind.
I reached the college, parked the bike, walked quietly to her classroom, the corridor dim and empty. As I approached the door I heard low voices inside — Giridhar Sir and the four boys Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik discussing my wife.
Giridhar Sir spoke first, his voice low and frustrated.
"I can't focus on taking class anymore... my concentration is only on Sudha... her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top... her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings... her thick thighs rubbing together... every time she enters the class... I lose my mind... I want her so badly," he said, his cock probably hardening in his trousers as he spoke.
Arjun nodded, his voice thick with lust.
"Sir... we can't focus on studies because of Sudha... her boobs bouncing... her ass cheeks round... her thighs... we stare at her all class... our cocks get hard... we can't think of anything else," he said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
Vikram added, his voice low and urgent.
"We have to fuck Sudha at any cost... but the problem is she won't cross the line... she strokes our cocks over underwear... teases us... but no more... she says we are like brothers... we need to break her... make her take our cocks," he said, his cock hard and leaking.
Suresh agreed, his voice desperate.
"Yes... we need to fuck her... feel her pussy around our cocks... but she stops us... says it's wrong... we have to find a way... we can't wait anymore," he said, his cock throbbing painfully.
Karthik whispered, his voice shaking with need.
"We have to fuck Sudha... her boobs... her ass cheeks... her pussy... but she draws the line... we need to push her... make her cross it... we want her so bad," he said, his cock making a huge boner in his trousers.
I stood outside the door, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sound of them confessing their lust for my wife, their plan to fuck her, their frustration that she wouldn't cross the line, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I listened, heart pounding, unable to move.






Their desperation, the way Giridhar Sir and the boys confessed they couldn't focus on anything but my wife, how they wanted her so badly but she wouldn't cross the line, made me feel a strange heat inside. My cock throbbed painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum as I stood outside the door, the thrill of their longing for her, their frustration that she only allowed hugs, kisses, and light touches but nothing more, twisted in my mind. Strangely, a dark part of me wanted to help them—wanted to see them get closer to her, watch her kindness open doors she didn't see, and witness it all while I stayed in the shadows. The jealousy burned, but the arousal burned hotter, the idea of her innocence slowly bending made my balls ache with need.
The moment they saw me at the door, they started to act normal, their faces paling, their cocks still hard in their trousers, trying to hide the tension, their breathing still heavy from the confession.
I stepped inside casually, holding up her phone.
"My wife left her phone... I came to pick it up," I said calmly, my voice steady, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti from overhearing their words about wanting her, their plan to push past her line, the cuckold thrill exploding inside me, my balls aching as I looked at them, their nervous faces, their cocks twitching.
Giridhar Sir looked at me, his eyes still dark with longing, his cock probably still hard in his trousers from talking about my wife, his voice casual but thick with envy.
"Rajesh... you dropped Sudha home safe?" he asked, his eyes flicking to her phone, then back to me, his mind clearly still on her.
"Yes... I dropped her home," I said, my cock throbbing harder as I answered, the image of her changing at home flashing in my mind.
Giridhar Sir leaned forward slightly, his voice low, bold after talking about my wife with the boys.
"What would Sudha be doing now?" he asked, his eyes dark, his cock probably throbbing in his trousers, the jealousy clear in his tone.
I smiled casually, my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti, the thought of describing her to him making me hornier.
"She would be changing... pulling her kurti top up slowly... sliding it over her hips... then peeling it off... then tugging her leggings down her hips... peeling them off her thighs... then unhooking her bra from behind... removing her bra... then removing her panties down her hips... peeling them off her thighs... then putting on her nighty... getting ready for bed," I said casually, my voice steady, watching their faces change, their breathing getting heavier, Giridhar Sir’s eyes darkening with longing, the boys shifting uncomfortably, their cocks throbbing in their trousers.
Giridhar Sir stared at me, his cock visibly hardening in his trousers, his voice jealous and bold.
"You are going home to make love to her... aren't you? To hold her close... kiss her deeply... feel her body pressed against yours... take her to bed... make her moan your name... feel her warmth around you all night?" he asked, his tone thick with envy, his eyes burning, his breathing heavier, his words slow and deliberate, each one dripping with barely hidden longing.
"Of course... I am going home to be with her... to love her... to hold her... to make her happy," I said casually, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, the words making all of them shift, their cocks jerking.
Giridhar Sir looked at me, his jealousy raw and open, his voice trembling with emotion.
"I am so jealous of you, Rajesh... so damn jealous... you get to go home to Sudha every single night... you get to hold her... kiss her... feel her body melt against yours... hear her soft breaths when you touch her... feel her heart beat fast for you... you get to be inside her... make her moan... make her yours completely... you are the luckiest man alive... I wish... I wish I could trade places with you... even for one night... to live as Sudha’s husband... to be the one she waits for... the one she opens herself to... the one she gives everything to... just one day... to feel what you feel... to have her look at me the way she looks at you... to have her body... her heart... all mine... even once," he said, his voice thick with longing and pain, his cock hard and throbbing in his trousers, his hands clenched at his sides, the boys nodding silently, their cocks straining, their eyes dark with the same desperate envy.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of Giridhar Sir openly confessing his deep jealousy, his aching desire to be me, to take my place, to love my wife, to have her body and heart, the boys listening with hard cocks, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I turned and left with her phone, heart pounding, mind spinning with the dark thrill of their desire for her.





I looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys, my cock still throbbing inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the air in the classroom thick with their unspoken desire for my wife. I spoke casually, my voice calm but probing.
"My wife is so close to you all... you are all so friendly with her... did you never try to make love to her?" I asked, watching their faces closely.
They froze, shocked, their cocks twitching in their trousers, eyes wide, faces paling as they tried to control themselves.
Giridhar Sir swallowed hard, his voice steady but strained.
"Rajesh... I am only friendly with Sudha... she is my student... I respect her... I would never try anything... I only care for her as a teacher," he said, his eyes avoiding mine, his cock probably still hard in his trousers.
Arjun nodded quickly, his voice nervous.
"Yes sir... Sudha akka is like our elder sister... we only respect her... nothing more," he said, the others nodding in agreement, their cocks straining, their faces flushed.
I smiled, teasing them, my cock throbbing harder.
"Oh... sorry... I thought you all wanted to fuck my wife... I thought maybe I could help," I said casually, watching their eyes widen, their breathing catch.
The words hit them like a shock. Giridhar Sir and the boys looked at each other, then fell on their knees in front of me, grabbing my legs, their voices desperate and pleading.
Giridhar Sir begged first, his hands clutching my dhoti, his voice shaking.
"Rajesh... please... help us... we want to fuck Sudha so badly... please help us... we can't take it anymore... please," he said, tears in his eyes, his cock hard and throbbing in his trousers.
The boys joined in, grabbing my legs, their voices overlapping in frantic pleas.
"Please sir... help us fuck Sudha akka... we need her... please... we beg you," Arjun said, his voice breaking.
"We will do anything... just help us... please," Vikram begged.
"Sir... please... we can't live without her... help us," Suresh pleaded.
"Please... we respect you... help us fuck her... please," Karthik whispered, his hands shaking on my leg.
I laughed softly, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, the sight of them on their knees, begging to fuck my wife, driving me wild with filthy excitement.
"I am okay with you all fucking my wife... I have no problem... you can fuck her... but my wife will not let you... she is loyal to me... she won't allow your cocks inside her pussy... it's up to you how to make it happen... but listen carefully... if any of you try to be violent with her... if you force her... hurt her... I will kill you... understand?" I said clearly, my voice cold and serious, watching their faces pale with fear.
Giridhar Sir nodded quickly, his voice trembling.
"We would never hurt Sudha... never... we love her... we respect her... we would never force her... please believe us... we only want her with love," he said, his eyes wide, his cock still hard in his trousers.
The boys nodded frantically, their voices overlapping.
"We promise sir... no violence... we would never hurt akka... we love her... please help us," they begged.
I looked down at them, my cock throbbing painfully, the power of the moment making my balls ache.
"It's up to you to plan and fuck my wife... I have no problem... but it's not easy... my wife will not allow it... she is loyal... she draws her line... you have to find a way... good luck," I said casually, turning and leaving the classroom, my cock hard and leaking, heart pounding with the dark thrill of giving them permission, knowing they would try, my mind spinning with jealousy and filthy excitement as I walked away.




Next day I dropped my wife at college as usual. The parking lot was dark and empty early in the morning, no one around. My wife climbed off the bike, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her wide hips shifting, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she stood.
She looked around carefully, making sure no one was watching, then slipped both hands inside her leggings from the front, her fingers moving under the waistband of her panties, pulling and easing the panties back into place over her pussy lips and ass crack.
"Rajesh... my panties got caught again... it was uncomfortable all the way from home till here," she said softly, her cheeks flushing, her large dark eyes looking at me with slight embarrassment.
She continued, her voice low and detailed as she adjusted, her hands still inside her leggings, fingers sliding along the edges of her panties.
"When we left our house and I sat behind you on the bike... pillion riding... right from the start... every time we went over road ups and downs... bumps... my panties started shifting... slowly getting pulled up... the crotch part got wedged between my pussy lips and ass crack... rubbing against my pussy lips... my clit... and deep in my ass crack... making it tight and uncomfortable... with every bump on the way... it pulled higher... dug in more... the front part pressed hard on my clit... sending little jolts every time the bike bounced... the back part rode up between my ass cheeks... pinching my asshole... tugging at my ass crack... I felt it rubbing raw... irritating... every jolt made it worse... the panties fabric kept bunching... pulling tighter... rubbing my pussy lips and ass crack with every movement... I kept feeling the constant friction... the pinching... the wedging... it was so awkward... I had to keep shifting my hips the whole ride... trying to ease it... but it only made it tug more... I felt it the entire way till we reached here," she whispered, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her thick juicy thighs pressing together as she eased her panties back down properly, her fingers sliding under the leggings, adjusting the panties crotch so it sat flat over her pussy lips and ass crack again.
On the other side of the dark grilled compound, an old beggar was watching from the shadows, hidden behind the bars, his hand inside his dirty trousers, stroking his hard cock slowly, eyes fixed on my wife as she adjusted her panties inside her leggings, his breathing heavy, his cock throbbing in his hand, jerking faster as he watched her hands move inside her leggings, her boobs heaving, her ass cheeks shifting, completely unaware of him.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife adjusting her panties in the parking lot, describing how they got caught in her pussy lips and ass crack during the ride from home till here, the old beggar watching and jerking off, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding.
"Your panties are lucky... they get to kiss your pussy lips and ass crack all day... touch those places... many men would want to be your panties... to be that close... to feel you like that," I said, my voice low and naughty, my cock throbbing harder inside my dhoti, my eyes on her hands inside her leggings.
My wife pulled her hands out, smoothing her leggings over her hips, her cheeks flushing deeper, a naughty smile curving her full red lips, her large dark eyes sparkling with playful mischief.
"Rajesh... you are bad... but yes... my panties get to be so close... kiss my pussy lips... hug my ass crack... touch my clit... many men would love that... but it's you I want... you are what I need... your hands... your touch... your love," she whispered, her voice teasing and soft, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she stepped closer, her naughty smile making my cock leak more precum.
"But now I am getting late to class... I have to go," she said, kissing my lips quickly, her full red lips soft against mine, her boobs pressing against my chest through her kurti top, then turning and walking away, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step.
The old beggar watched my wife take the stairs, his eyes fixed on her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, his hand stroking his hard cock faster, jerking off desperately as he watched her plump ass cheeks move up the stairs, her thick juicy thighs shifting, until she disappeared from view, his cock throbbing in his hand, his breathing ragged.
The moment my wife left, Giridhar Sir and the boys, who were hiding nearby, gestured to me and came out, their faces flushed, their cocks still hard in their trousers, taking me inside another empty classroom, closing the door behind us.
Giridhar Sir looked at me, his eyes dark with lust, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Rajesh... what did you mean yesterday... you could help us?" he asked, his voice low and urgent, the boys nodding eagerly, their cocks straining.
I smiled, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, the thrill of their desperation making me horny.
"I meant it... I can help you all... with Sudha," I said casually, watching their eyes widen.
The boys gasped, their cocks jerking in their trousers.
"Please sir... how... we want her so badly," Arjun whispered, his voice trembling.
"We will do anything... just help us," Vikram begged.
Arjun looked up at me, his eyes shining with sudden hope, his cock still hard in his trousers.
"Sir... I have a plan... I know how we can make Sudha akka let us... how we can fuck her... please... let me explain... we can do this... trust me," he said eagerly, his voice low and excited.
I smiled, my cock throbbing painfully, the power of the moment making my balls ache.
"Tell me the plan... but remember... no violence... she must want it... or it doesn't happen," I said, watching their eyes light up, their cocks straining.
Arjun nodded quickly, the others leaning in, the classroom silent except for their heavy breathing.
"Yes sir... no violence... we will make her want it... I promise... just listen," Arjun said, his voice trembling with anticipation.






Inside the empty classroom, Arjun stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement, his cock still hard in his trousers from the earlier begging.
"Sir... my plan is simple... since I am a movie assistant director... we can make a short film... in the name of making a short film... we can fuck Sudha akka," Arjun said, his voice low and confident.
The boys nodded eagerly, their cocks throbbing in their trousers.
"Good idea... perfect," Vikram whispered.
"Yes... short film... we can do it," Suresh added, his cock straining.
"Brilliant... she will never suspect," Karthik said, his voice excited.
Giridhar Sir looked at Arjun, his cock hard in his trousers, his voice uncertain.
"Would it work? Sudha is smart... she won't agree easily," he asked, his eyes dark with doubt.
I looked at Giridhar Sir, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, my voice calm.
"Nothing wrong in trying... we can see... if it doesn't work... we stop... but we have to start," I said, watching their faces light up.
Arjun nodded quickly, turning to Giridhar Sir.
"Sir... you tell Sudha akka exactly what I say... announce in the class when she is there... tell her that our Principal has announced that we have to make a short film about education... all five of us... and you... should do it compulsory... if we don’t make the short film... he would not give marks... her three years will be wasted... threaten her... scare her into acting in the short film... tell her if she does not act... her marks will be zero... she will fail," Arjun said, his voice urgent.
Giridhar Sir hesitated, his cock throbbing, his voice nervous.
"But... the story about education... how will we fuck her with education as the story?" he asked.
Arjun smiled, his cock jerking in his trousers.
"I have a story... it's simple... a village girl gets cheated in the name of love... gets fucked by one or more men... they use her and leave... then she realizes the importance of education... goes to evening college... studies well... attends classes every night after hard days... reads books late... passes exams with high marks... becomes an IAS officer... serves the country... helps people... sets an example for all the women who were cheated in the name of love... shows them to stand up... educate themselves... be independent... that's the message," Arjun said, his voice excited.
The boys started cheering for Arjun, their cocks throbbing, their voices low but thrilled.
"Great story... perfect... we can fuck her in the name of acting," Vikram whispered.
"Yes... brilliant... she will agree," Suresh said.
"Education theme... no one will suspect," Karthik added.
Giridhar Sir looked nervous, his cock still hard.
"Will she agree? Sudha is loyal... she won't let us fuck her," he said, his voice shaky.
One of the boys looked at me, his cock straining.
"Sir... you should help... convince her," he said.
I smiled, my cock throbbing painfully.
"I will try... but you have to convince her... she won't agree to get fucked... it will be challenging... she is loyal... she draws her line... you have to make her cross it," I said.
Arjun nodded, his cock throbbing.
"My director has fucked a lot of Tamil girls in the name of audition... teaching them how to act... he has tricks... I will do exactly what he does... we will make her feel it is part of acting... part of the story... we will fuck her... she will enjoy it," Arjun said, his voice confident.
Giridhar Sir was still nervous, his cock hard.
"Will it work? What if she refuses?" he asked.
Arjun smiled, his cock jerking.
"I will bring the cameraman I worked with in the previous movie... he has his own tricks... he will join in and help us... but he will also try to fuck Sudha akka... he will want her too," Arjun said, looking at me strictly.
I did not say a word, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the thought of the cameraman also wanting to fuck my wife making me hornier.
I looked at Giridhar Sir, my voice calm.
"First do the announcement... scare Sudha into agreeing to act in the short film... threaten her that her three years will be wasted... no marks... she will fail... then make Arjun narrate the story... she will agree... then we see," I said.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing, his voice trembling.
"Okay... I will do the announcement... scare her... then Arjun will tell the story... we will see," he said.
They agreed, their cocks straining, their eyes dark with lust, and they went to the classroom, ready to start the plan.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully, leaking precum, the thought of Giridhar Sir announcing the short film, scaring my wife, Arjun narrating the story of her getting fucked in the name of education, the boys and cameraman planning to fuck her, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I waited for what would happen next.




Giridhar Sir sent the boys to the classroom first.
"Go to the class... sit normally... Sudha should not get suspicious that we were all together discussing something... I will come with Rajesh in a minute," Giridhar Sir said, his voice low, his cock still hard in his trousers.
The boys nodded, their cocks straining, and left the empty classroom, walking to the main class where my wife was waiting, acting like nothing happened.
After the boys left, Giridhar Sir looked at me, his eyes dark with desperation, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Rajesh... are you really okay with me and the boys fucking Sudha? Truly?" he asked again, his voice trembling, his breathing heavy.
I looked at him, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, leaking precum.
"On my side... it's okay... I have no problem... but convincing Sudha is up to you... she is loyal... she won't allow it easily... you have to make her want it," I said calmly, watching his face light up with hope and lust.
Giridhar Sir stepped closer, his voice desperate, emotional.
"I love Sudha... I love her so much... every day I see her... her smile... her kindness... her beauty... I can't sleep... I think of her... her boobs... her ass cheeks... her thighs... I want her... I need her... I want to hold her... kiss her... be inside her... feel her pussy around my cock... make her moan my name... I am desperate for her... please... help me... help us... I can't live without her," he said, his voice breaking, tears in his eyes, his cock hard and throbbing in his trousers.
Then he looked at me, his desperation peaking.
"Rajesh... can I marry Sudha? Please... let me marry her... I will take care of her... love her forever... be her husband... please... I beg you," he pleaded, his voice cracking, falling to his knees again, grabbing my legs.
I looked down at him, my cock throbbing violently.
"No... she is my wife... I will not let you marry her... she is mine," I said firmly, my voice cold.
Giridhar Sir bowed his head, tears falling, his voice soft and apologetic.
"I am sorry... I was wrong... forgive me... I shouldn't have asked... I just... I love her... but she is yours... I understand... I will never ask again," he whispered, standing up slowly, wiping his tears, his cock still hard in his trousers.
He turned and walked back to the classroom, his steps heavy, his mind full of longing for my wife.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of Giridhar Sir desperately confessing his love for my wife, begging to marry her, then apologizing, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I waited for the announcement, heart pounding, mind spinning with the dark thrill of what was coming next.



Giridhar Sir entered the classroom, his cock still hard in his trousers from the earlier conversation, his face serious but eyes dark with hidden lust. My wife was seated in the front row, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her wide hips shifting on the chair, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she waited for class to start, her large dark eyes innocent and attentive.
The boys were already seated, acting normal, their cocks straining in their trousers, eyes flicking to my wife’s boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
I stood at the window in the dark, hidden outside, peering through the glass, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum as I watched.
Giridhar Sir stood at the front, clearing his throat, his voice firm and authoritative.
"Students... listen carefully... the Principal has given a new compulsory project for our class... we have to make a short film about the importance of women's education... all of you... Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, Karthik, and Sudha... and I... must participate... no one can refuse... it is mandatory... if we do not complete this short film properly... the Principal will not give marks for the semester... your three years of hard work will be wasted... you will get zero marks... no hall tickets... no degree... you will fail... this is urgent... we have to submit the short film in 2 days... no excuses... Arjun... you are the assistant director... how long will it take to write the script?" he asked, looking at Arjun, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
Arjun stood up, his cock straining in his trousers, his voice confident.
"Sir... I already have a story... I will convert it according to the importance of women's education... it won't take long... I can prepare the script in just one hour... by the end of the class," Arjun said, his eyes flicking to my wife.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing harder.
"Brilliant... one hour is fine... start writing now... we have no time... the Principal is serious... this short film must be completed in 2 days... it is about empowering women through education... showing how education changes lives... makes them independent... strong... we must make it powerful... Sudha... you will be the lead... be ready... everyone must cooperate... no excuses," he said, his voice grave, his eyes on my wife, watching her nod nervously, her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife and the boys listened attentively, my wife’s large dark eyes wide with worry, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, the boys nodding, their cocks hard in their trousers, pretending to be serious.
Arjun immediately sat down, pulling out a notebook, pretending to start writing the script, his cock throbbing as he glanced at my wife.
Giridhar Sir continued, his voice emphasizing the importance.
"This short film is crucial... it will show how women's education is the key to strength... independence... success... we must do it perfectly... or we all fail... start working... time is short," he said, pacing the front, his cock hard in his trousers.
I stood at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of Giridhar Sir announcing the short film, scaring the class into agreeing, Arjun pretending to write the script, my wife listening nervously, the boys waiting eagerly, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding, waiting for the next step.

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One hour passed. Arjun stood up, holding his notebook, his cock still hard in his trousers, his face confident and proud.

"Sir... the script is ready," Arjun said, his voice steady.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing in his trousers, a small smile on his lips.
"Good... brilliant work, Arjun... now narrate the story... tell us everything... Sudha... listen carefully... this is your role... be ready," Giridhar Sir said, his voice firm, looking at my wife, watching her boobs rise and fall over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide and nervous.
My wife sat straight, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under her leggings, her panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her large dark eyes focused on Arjun.
Arjun stepped forward like a director on set, his voice dramatic and intense, gesturing with his hands, pacing slowly, eyes burning as he narrated.
"The story is powerful... raw... emotional... it is about the importance of women's education... it starts in a small village... a young girl... innocent... trusting... full of dreams... she is only in her teens... a man comes... promises her love... marriage... a happy life... she believes him... gives herself to him... he fucks her... takes her body... enjoys her... then abandons her... leaves her broken... shamed... alone... she suffers... cries... but time passes... she is in her 20s... another man appears... again in the name of love... cheats her... fucks her... uses her body... leaves her again... she is hurt... deeper... but she survives... then in her late 20s... another man... same story... love... promises... fucking... betrayal... she is used... discarded... again... then in her 30s... another man... cheats her... fucks her... leaves her... she is broken but still alive... then in her 35s... one last man... same lies... same fucking... same abandonment... she is destroyed... completely shattered... but something inside her awakens... a fire... she realizes... only education can save her... make her strong... independent... no more depending on men... no more betrayal... she starts going to evening college... after long hard days of work... she attends classes at night... studies under dim lights... reads books till late... faces taunts... hardships... poverty... but she fights... studies harder... passes exams with high marks... graduates... joins civil services... becomes an IAS officer... serves the country... helps poor women... fights for their rights... becomes a symbol... sets an example for all women who were cheated in the name of love... shows them to stand up... educate themselves... be independent... no longer victims... she stands tall... respected... powerful... free... the story ends with her looking back... proud... unbreakable... that is the message... women's education is power... education saves lives... education makes women free... forever," Arjun narrated, his voice rising and falling dramatically, pausing for effect, eyes flicking to my wife, watching her boobs heave over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide with emotion, tears forming.
My wife listened, tears in her large dark eyes, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings, deeply moved by the story.
Everyone clapped for the story, including my wife, her hands clapping softly, tears on her cheeks, her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
Giridhar Sir smiled, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers.
"Perfect... this story is perfect to show the importance of education for women... empowerment... strength... independence... we will make it powerful... no time to waste... we start soon," he said, his voice firm.
I stood at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of Arjun narrating the story dramatically, my wife moved to tears, clapping with everyone, Giridhar Sir praising, the boys eager, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding, waiting for the next step.




Giridhar Sir looked at Arjun, his cock still hard in his trousers, his voice eager.
"Arjun... now tell us who is playing which character... assign the roles... Sudha must know her part," Giridhar Sir said, his eyes on my wife, watching her boobs rise and fall over the kurti top, her large dark eyes nervous.
Arjun smiled, his cock throbbing in his trousers, stepping forward.
"Sudha akka is playing the main character... the village girl who gets cheated... fucked... abandoned... and rises through education... Sir... you play her lover in her 35s... the last man who cheats her... Karthik plays her lover in her 30s... Suresh plays her lover in her 25s... Vikram plays her lover in her 20s... and I play her pair in her teenage... the first man who fucks her... cheats her," Arjun said, his voice confident, eyes flicking to my wife.
Everyone got excited, nodding eagerly, their cocks straining in their trousers, faces flushed with anticipation.
My wife’s cheeks flushed red, her boobs heaving faster over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide with worry.
"Sir... the concept is fine... the story is good... about education... empowerment... but... the fucking part... I am not okay with that... I can't do scenes like that... it is too much... I can't act in those parts... it feels wrong... I won't do it," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under her leggings, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously on the chair.
Arjun looked at her, his cock throbbing, his voice calm and reassuring.
"Sudha akka... don't worry... we will show it artistically... no real fucking... just acting... camera angles... suggestions... emotions... it will look real... but nothing actual... we will make it tasteful... for the message... for education... you just act... we will handle the scenes... trust me... it will be fine," Arjun said, his voice smooth, eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife shook her head slowly, tears in her large dark eyes, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
"No Arjun... I can't... even if it is artistic... I can't act in fucking scenes... it is not right... I am not comfortable... I will not do those parts... I can act in other scenes... but not that... please understand," she said, her voice firm but emotional, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings, her plump ass cheeks clenching on the chair.
Giridhar Sir stepped in, his cock throbbing harder, his voice gentle but insistent.
"Sudha... think about it... the story needs those scenes to show the struggles... the betrayal... without them... the message is weak... but we will make it tasteful... nothing real... just acting... please... we need you... the film is compulsory... if we fail... your marks... your future... think about it," he said, his eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife looked down, tears slipping down her cheeks, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously on the chair.
"Sir... I understand... the message is important... but... I can't... I won't act in those scenes... I am sorry... I can't do it," she whispered, her voice trembling, refusing to agree, her large dark eyes full of worry and determination.
The boys looked at each other, their cocks hard, their faces tense, knowing it was not easy, the plan hitting a wall.
Giridhar Sir sighed, his cock throbbing, his voice soft.
"Okay Sudha... we will discuss... think about it... we have time... but the film is compulsory... we need you... let's see tomorrow," he said, his eyes dark.
I stood at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife refusing the fucking scenes, her firm no, Giridhar Sir and the boys tense, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding, waiting for what would happen next.



That night at home my wife and I were in bed, lying close in the dark, her head on my chest, her boobs soft and warm against me through her nighty, her thick juicy thighs tangled with mine, her voice soft and worried as she whispered.
"Rajesh... today Giridhar Sir announced a compulsory short film project for our class... it is about the importance of women's education... all of us... the boys... me... and Sir... have to participate... no one can refuse... Sir said if we do not complete it properly... the Principal will not give marks... our three years will be wasted... we will fail... no degree... it is so serious... I am scared... I don't want to lose everything," she said, her voice trembling, her boobs rising and falling against me, her large dark eyes wide in the dim light.
She continued, her voice small and emotional.
"Sir said the Principal was very strict... this short film must be made... it is mandatory... if we don't... we all fail... Sudha... you are important... you must act... no choice... I felt so pressured... I don't know about acting... but I can't risk my degree... I am thinking... but I am not sure... I need time," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs shifting against mine, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the mattress.
I hugged her closer, my cock half hard against her thighs through my dhoti, my voice gentle.
"Sudha... it is for a noble cause... women's education... empowerment... it can change many women's lives... show them to be strong... independent... you are perfect for it... your heart... your kindness... it will be good... don't be scared... I am with you," I said, my hand rubbing her back, my cock throbbing slightly as I thought of the plan.
My wife sighed, her boobs pressing against my chest, her voice hesitant.
"Rajesh... I know... it is important... the story is powerful... but... I need time to think... I am not sure... I will see... please... let me think... I am tired... good night," she said, her voice soft, turning slightly, her boobs shifting against me, her thick juicy thighs moving.
She lay there, sleepless, her breathing uneven, her mind racing, thinking about the short film, the role, the pressure, her large dark eyes open in the dark, staring at the ceiling, her boobs rising and falling slowly, her body tense, unable to sleep, the weight of the decision heavy on her heart.
I lay beside her, my cock throbbing softly, the thought of her in the film, the boys and Giridhar Sir planning, the dark possibilities, keeping me awake with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I listened to her restless breathing, heart pounding in the quiet night.


The next evening I took my wife to college. The parking lot was dark and empty again, shadows long under the dim lights. My wife climbed off the bike, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her wide hips shifting, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she stood.
She looked nervous, her large dark eyes darting around, her cheeks slightly flushed. She adjusted her kurti top with her hands, pulling it down smoothly over her boobs, then smoothed her leggings over her wide hips and plump ass cheeks, making sure everything sat right, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she tugged lightly at the waistband.
"Rajesh... I am feeling nervous today... about the short film... I don't know... I need to think more," she said softly, her voice trembling, her boobs heaving over the kurti top as she took a deep breath, then walked toward the classroom, her ass cheeks jiggling slightly under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step.
I watched her go, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, leaking precum, then Giridhar Sir and the boys came to me from the shadows, their faces tense, their cocks still hard in their trousers.
Giridhar Sir spoke first, his voice low and urgent.
"Rajesh... she is confused... she didn't agree fully... she is thinking... we need to corner her... make her act... or she won't," he said, his eyes dark.
I nodded, my cock throbbing harder.
"Yes... she is confused... she needs pressure... you have to corner her... make her feel there is no choice... or she won't agree," I said calmly.
Giridhar Sir looked at me, his cock throbbing, his voice determined.
"I will talk to the Principal... I will make him announce it in class... make it even more compulsory... she will have no way out," he said.
I exclaimed quickly.
"Don't tell the Principal about fucking Sudha... keep that hidden," I said, my voice sharp.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock straining.
"Don't worry... I will not tell the Principal about that... I will twist it... tell him it is just a short film for a noble cause... women's education... empowerment... I will make him announce in the class that it is compulsory... if we don't make the short film... he will not give us hall tickets to write our final semester exams... we will all fail... the entire class... she will be scared... cornered... she will agree... I will handle it... I will make the Principal say it strongly... she will have no choice," he said, his voice low, eyes burning with determination.
The boys nodded, their cocks hard, excited.
I smiled, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum.
"Good... do it... scare her... make her feel the pressure... she will agree... then we see," I said, watching them nod, their faces tense with anticipation.
Giridhar Sir looked at me one last time.
"Rajesh... thank you... we will do it... for Sudha... for all of us," he said, his voice thick with longing.
They turned and went back toward the classroom, ready to push the plan further.
I stood in the dark parking lot, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the thought of Giridhar Sir talking to the Principal, making him announce the short film as compulsory with failure consequences, cornering my wife, scaring her into agreeing, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I waited for what would happen next.




The boys went to the classroom first, walking quietly, their cocks still hard in their trousers, faces tense with anticipation. Giridhar Sir turned and walked toward the Principal's office, his cock throbbing, his steps purposeful.
After a while Giridhar Sir came out with the Principal, both men walking together toward the classroom, the Principal's face serious but impressed, Giridhar Sir’s eyes dark with hidden excitement.
I went closer, hiding in the dark outside the window, peering in, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum as I watched.
When the Principal and Giridhar Sir walked inside the classroom, all the boys and my wife stood up immediately.
"Good evening Sir," my wife and the boys said together, their voices respectful.
My wife stood, her kurti top and leggings bunched and wedged uncomfortably between her ass crack. She quickly reached back with her left hand, pulling her kurti top and leggings out from between her ass cheeks, smoothing her kurti top and leggings over her plump ass cheeks, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she adjusted, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
The Principal nodded, his voice calm but firm.
"Sit down... all of you," he said, waiting as they sat, my wife lowering herself carefully, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under her leggings.
The Principal stood at the front, his voice loud and authoritative.
"Students... I have come personally because this is important... Giridhar Sir narrated the short film story to me... I was very impressed... it is a noble cause... the importance of women's education... empowerment... independence... this project is compulsory for this class... Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, Karthik, Sudha, and Giridhar Sir... all of you must participate... no one can refuse... it must be completed within 2 days... the film will be screened... submitted... if it is not ready in 2 days... I will not give hall tickets to any of you... you will not be allowed to write your final semester exams... the entire class will fail... your three years of hard work will be wasted... no degree... no future... this is not a request... it is an order... I am serious... do not test me... complete it... show the importance of educating women... make it powerful like the story Giridhar Sir told me... now get to work," he said, his voice stern, eyes sweeping the room.
My wife sat frozen, her boobs rising and falling rapidly over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks clenching on the chair, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings, her dream of getting her degree, her future, suddenly at risk, tears threatening in her large dark eyes, her heart pounding with fear that everything she worked for could be ruined.
The Principal nodded to Giridhar Sir, then left the classroom.
Giridhar Sir looked at the class, his cock throbbing, his voice firm.
"You heard the Principal... we have 2 days... no hall tickets if we fail... we start now... Arjun... you have the script... begin," he said, his eyes on my wife.
I stood outside in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of the Principal cornering my wife and the class, threatening no hall tickets, failure, ruined future, my wife scared, her dream in danger, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding, knowing the plan was tightening around her.





Giridhar Sir went outside following the Principal, walking quickly to catch up, his cock still hard in his trousers, his face tense with determination. The boys stayed inside the classroom, waiting, their cocks throbbing, eyes on my wife as she sat, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her large dark eyes worried, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair.
One by one the boys cornered my wife, surrounding her chair, their voices low and urgent.
Vikram spoke first, leaning in close.
"Sudha akka... our degree is in your hands... our future depends on you... we must do this short film at any cost... please... don't let us fail," he said, his cock straining in his trousers.
Suresh added, his voice pleading.
"Akka... your dream to have your degree... it is in your hands too... if we don't make the film... we all lose everything... please... think about us... think about yourself," he said, his cock hard, eyes desperate.
Karthik joined, his voice soft but intense.
"Sudha akka... we can't lose our degree... our lives... it is all on you... we must do this... for our future... for your future... please," he said, his cock throbbing.
Arjun stepped closer last, his cock straining, his voice calm but persuasive.
"Akka... don't worry... I will direct it... shoot it artistically... we will use soft lighting... close-up shots on faces... emotions... symbolic angles... no explicit anything... just suggestion... camera will cut away... show shadows... hands... eyes... feelings... it will look real... but tasteful... safe... for the message... for education... trust me... it will be beautiful," Arjun said, his voice convincing, technical, eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife listened, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes thinking, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings, her mind racing.
Giridhar Sir came back inside, his cock throbbing, his face serious.
"The Principal just confirmed... we have to make it in 2 days... or else none of you will get hall tickets... your future will be ruined... all of you... fail... no degree... he was very clear," Giridhar Sir said, his voice grave, eyes on my wife.
The boys pretended to get scared, their cocks still hard, their faces showing panic.
"Oh no... 2 days... we will fail... our degree... gone," Vikram said, his voice shaking.
"We can't let that happen... we must do it," Suresh added, his cock straining.
My wife looked at each of them, worried, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her large dark eyes filling with fear.
"I... I have to discuss with my husband... I need to talk to him... make a decision... I can't decide alone," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under her leggings.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing.
"Good... you must listen to your husband... that's right... go home... discuss with your husband... take his advice... then tell us tomorrow... we will wait... but remember... 2 days... no hall tickets if we fail," he said, his voice firm but gentle, eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife stood up, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under her leggings, her large dark eyes worried.
"Okay sir... I will go home... discuss with my husband... I will tell you tomorrow," she said softly, her voice emotional, then walked out, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving with each step.
Giridhar Sir watched her go, his cock throbbing, then turned to the boys.
"She will discuss... we wait... tomorrow she will agree... the plan moves forward," he said, his voice low.
I stood outside in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife cornered by the boys, Giridhar Sir pushing the deadline, her worry, her need to discuss with me, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched her leave, heart pounding, waiting for her to come home and talk to me.

[novelistcasanova]

My wife came to the parking lot feeling low, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her wide hips shifting, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she walked slowly toward the bike in the dark.

The old beggar was still there on the other side of the grill compound in the dark, jerking off, his hand stroking his hard cock slowly, eyes fixed on my wife as she approached me, his breathing heavy, his cock throbbing in his hand.
My wife reached me, her large dark eyes worried, her cheeks flushed.
I held her hand, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, leaking precum.
"What happened? Tell me... why are you upset?" I asked, my voice gentle.
My wife sighed, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she leaned closer.
"Rajesh... in the classroom... they all came to me... one by one... talking... pressuring me... they said their degree is in my hands... their future depends on me... we must do this short film at any cost... Karthik, Arjun, Vikram, Suresh... their lives... their dreams... all depend on me acting... and my dream to have my degree... it is also in my hands... if I don't act... we all lose everything... they were so worried... begging me... I felt so heavy... I don't know what to do," she whispered, her voice emotional, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings.
I held her hand tighter, my cock throbbing harder, my voice soft and convincing.
"Sudha... you must act... it is not just for the noble cause... women's education... empowerment... it can change lives... but also for your dream degree... you worked so hard for three years... don't let it be wasted... don't let your future be ruined... do it... for yourself... for your dream... for the boys... for their futures... please," I said emotionally, my eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife looked at me, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
"Rajesh... I know... but... I am scared... the scenes... I can't... I need time... I can't decide now," she said, her voice trembling, putting my arms behind her back, revealing her armpits fully to the beggar as she was wearing sleeveless kurti top today, her smooth armpits exposed, her boobs pressing against my chest through her kurti top.
I put her arms around my neck, hugging her tight, my cock pressing against her thighs through my dhoti, my voice a whisper.
"Sudha... it is not just your dream to complete your degree... it is my dream as well... I don't want to see you lose it... I don't want your hard work wasted... I love you... I want you to succeed... do it... for us... for your future... please," I whispered emotionally, squeezing her ass cheeks over her leggings, my hands gripping her plump ass cheeks firmly.
My wife hugged my back tight, her boobs pressing harder against my chest, her voice soft and emotional.
"Okay Rajesh... I will do it... for you... for our dream... I will act," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her boobs heaving against me.
The moment I squeezed my wife’s ass cheeks firmly, the beggar came all over the floor on the other side of the grill compound, his cock pulsing, thick cum shooting out, his body shaking as he watched my wife hug me, her boobs pressed against me, her ass cheeks in my hands, completely unaware of him.
My wife pulled back slightly, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her large dark eyes soft and determined.
"I have decided... I will go back to the classroom... tell them I agree... I will act in the short film," she said quietly, her voice emotional but resolved, turning and walking back toward the classroom, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving with each step.
I stood there, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife agreeing to act, her emotional surrender, the beggar cumming watching her, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched her go back, heart pounding in the dark.







My wife turned and walked back toward the classroom, her boobs rising and falling over her sleeveless kurti top, her wide hips shifting, her plump ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step, her large dark eyes determined but still emotional.
The old beggar, still panting, his cock softening in his hand, looked at me with a grin, his voice raspy and low.
"Saab... thank you for the show... your wife... her armpits... so yummy... smooth... tasty... you are lucky man... very lucky... to have her," he said, licking his lips, his eyes still on the direction my wife went.
I smiled at him, my cock throbbing harder inside my dhoti, leaking more precum, then turned and walked back to the window, peering in again, heart pounding.
Just the moment my wife entered inside the classroom, I stood at the window in the dark, watching.
The moment they saw my wife, all of them were nervous, their cocks straining in their trousers, eyes wide, faces tense.
My wife walked to the front, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her voice soft but clear.
"Sir... boys... I have decided... I will act in the short film... I agree," she said, her large dark eyes emotional, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
The entire class started cheering and giving high-fives to each other, the boys jumping up, their cocks throbbing, faces lit with excitement and relief.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife, his cock throbbing harder, his voice emotional.
"Sudha... you not just agreed to act... you saved the future of these four boys... their degrees... their dreams... thank you... from all of us," he said, his voice thick, eyes shining with gratitude and lust.
My wife smiled softly, her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
"Thank you sir... I agreed because of my husband... he convinced me... he said it is for a noble cause... and for my dream degree... he loves me... he wants me to complete my education... he was so emotional about it... so desperate for me to have my degree... he said it is his dream too... he doesn't want me to lose it... he was almost in tears... I couldn't let him down... I couldn't let my dream be ruined," she said, her voice soft, tears in her large dark eyes, her thick juicy thighs shifting under her leggings.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing, his voice warm.
"Your husband is a smart man... he loves you deeply... he wants you to have your degree... to succeed... he is right... you are doing the right thing... for yourself... for him... for all of us... he must be very proud of you," he said, his eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
Arjun joined in, his cock straining, his voice reassuring.
"Sudha akka... don't worry... I will direct it... shoot it artistically... we will use soft lighting... close-up shots on faces... emotions... symbolic angles... shadows... hands... eyes... feelings... camera will cut away... show suggestion... no explicit anything... just tasteful... beautiful... for the message... for education... trust me... it will be perfect... you will shine," Arjun said, his voice smooth and convincing, eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife nodded slowly, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes still emotional but calmer.
"Thank you Arjun... thank you all... I agreed only because of my husband... he convinced me... I will try... for him... for the dream," she said softly, her voice full of love and resolve.
I stood at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife agreeing to act, telling them it was because of me, Giridhar Sir praising my love for her degree, Arjun reassuring her, the boys cheering, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding in the dark.


Giridhar Sir looked at Arjun, his cock still hard in his trousers, his voice urgent.
"Arjun... no time to waste... only 2 days to complete the short film... we must start immediately," Giridhar Sir said, his eyes flicking to my wife, watching her boobs rise and fall over the kurti top, her large dark eyes nervous.
Arjun nodded, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his face confident.
"Nothing to worry sir... tomorrow I will take Sudha akka to the Cameraman Sir’s office... narrate the story to him... so that he can shoot the scenes brilliantly... he has done a lot of Tamil movies... award-winning... he knows how to make it powerful... tasteful... perfect," Arjun said, his voice reassuring, eyes on my wife.
Giridhar Sir looked impressed, his cock throbbing harder.
"If he is such a big Cameraman... we must let him shoot... Arjun... take Sudha tomorrow... make sure he understands the vision... we have no time," Giridhar Sir said, his voice firm.
Arjun turned to my wife, his cock straining, his voice gentle.
"Sudha akka... tomorrow morning... we go to meet Cameraman Sir... be ready... I will explain everything to him... he will make it beautiful... trust me," Arjun said, his eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife looked nervous, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings.
"Okay Arjun... I will be ready... tomorrow morning," she said softly, her voice trembling, her large dark eyes worried but resigned.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife, his cock throbbing, his voice warm.
"Sudha... go home now... take rest... thank you again for agreeing... you are doing a great thing... for education... for all of us... go safely... discuss with your husband... come tomorrow ready," Giridhar Sir said, his eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife smiled softly at Giridhar Sir, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, then walked out of the classroom, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving with each step.
I quickly went to the parking lot, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, waiting by the bike.
My wife came later, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her large dark eyes tired but determined.
"Rajesh... let's go home," she said quietly, climbing onto the bike, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs spreading over the seat, her arms wrapping around my waist.
I started the bike, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife going back to the classroom, agreeing to act, the plan moving forward, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as we were riding home in the dark.



We rode home in the dark, my wife sitting behind me on the bike, her boobs pressing against my back through her kurti top, her arms wrapped around my waist, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly over the seat with every bump on the road.
We waited at a traffic signal, the streetlights casting long shadows, the night air cool. A small girl, no older than eight, came to the bike begging, holding a few pens, her clothes dirty and torn. Behind her stood her poor beggar mother, thin and exhausted, cradling a tiny baby in her arms, the baby crying softly, the mother’s face lined with hardship.
I turned slightly, making my wife look at them, my voice low and emotional.
"Sudha... look at them... that small girl begging... selling pens... her mother holding the baby... if they were educated... they wouldn’t be begging like this... they would have jobs... dignity... a better life... education could have saved them... given them a future," I said, my voice thick, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti as I spoke, watching my wife’s large dark eyes fill with sorrow.
My wife stared at them, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes softening with pity, tears forming.
"Rajesh... yes... I feel so sorry for them... if they were educated... their lives would be different... they wouldn’t suffer like this... education would have saved them... given them hope... strength," she whispered, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter against my hips, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the seat.
I turned to her, my voice soft but urgent.
"Sudha... your short film... it can bring change... motivate many girls like her... show them education is the way... it can inspire women who are suffering... cheated... abandoned... to stand up... study... become strong... independent... your role... your acting... it can touch lives... save futures... you are doing something big... for women... for girls like her... please... do it," I said emotionally, my cock throbbing harder, my words heavy with the plan, my heart pounding.
My wife looked at the beggar mother and child again, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her voice soft and emotional.
"Rajesh... you are right... if my short film can show that... motivate girls... women... to get educated... to not depend on men... to be strong... then... it is worth it... I feel... I am doing something for them... for women like her... I will act... for the cause... for change," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling against me, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the seat, her resolve strengthening.
The signal turned green. I started the bike again, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife moved by the beggar mother and child, agreeing to act for the cause, for women, for change, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as we rode on, heart pounding in the dark night.


We reached home. My wife went inside first, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her wide hips swaying, her plump ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she walked to the bedroom, tired but thoughtful.
At night, we sat in bed, watching all the short films of Arjun on my laptop. They were all social cause oriented—against caste discrimination, against child marriage, against corruption—each one powerful, emotional, well-made, with strong messages and tasteful direction.
My wife watched intently, her boobs rising and falling over her nighty, her large dark eyes impressed, her voice soft and full of growing confidence.
"Rajesh... Arjun’s films are so good... all about social causes... he directs with so much care... sensitivity... he never makes it vulgar... always artistic... emotional... I think... he would direct me in a modest and tasteful way... he will make the scenes beautiful... meaningful... not cheap... I feel more confident now... he knows how to handle such stories... he will do it right," she said, her voice warm, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the nighty, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the mattress.
I nodded, my cock throbbing softly inside my dhoti, my hand on her thighs.
"Yes Sudha... he is talented... he will make it right... for the message... for you," I said, my voice gentle, my cock leaking precum as I thought of the plan.
Slowly my wife fell asleep, her breathing soft and even, lying sideways, her boobs resting against the pillow through her nighty, her thick juicy thighs slightly parted.
After she fell asleep, I gently lifted her nighty up her wide hips, exposing her plump ass cheeks, her asshole and pussy. Her asshole was tight, pinkish-brown, perfectly puckered, smooth and clean, a tiny beauty mark near it, inviting and delicate. Her pussy was plump, outer pussy lips full and soft, inner pussy lips peeking out slightly, glistening faintly, her clit small and hidden under its hood, the entire sight beautiful, innocent, arousing, her pussy smelling faintly of jasmine and her natural musk.
For a moment I wanted to fuck her, my cock throbbing hard, leaking precum, aching to shove inside her pussy, but I controlled myself, breathing heavily. I leaned down, kissed her asshole gently, my lips pressing against the tight pucker, then licked it softly, tasting her asshole—warm, slightly salty, musky, mouth-watering, addictive, the flavor lingering on my tongue, sweet and earthy, making my cock pulse harder.
I lowered her nighty back down over her ass cheeks and thighs, my cock pulsing painfully.
I fell asleep beside her, my cock still half hard, my mind filled with the dark thrill of tomorrow, my balls aching with need.

[novelistcasanova]

To Be Continued....!

[ash.enigma]

soopeer story bro!! pls continue!

[ash.enigma]

also something like .. dressing without inners.. etc!!

[karthikraj2020]

Continue bro.......