Adultery Amudha Sexual journey

[kannangopinathann]

Why don't you seduce those boys?"


When I heard this, Parikh said to me.

"What are you playing? If you do something like that to the girls who are studying, will there be any problem tomorrow? No way". I said,
"I told you that even if you do something like that, they will go to bed. Just tease them and see what they do" he said.
"Something... is wrong"

"They are not afraid, they will not do anything to you, you just tease them like this tomorrow" he said.
I told him okay and I was thinking about it the whole day.
The next day I prepared myself for it.
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The next morning, I took a bath and stood in front of the mirror. Today, as he said, I thought about teasing those girls a little and so I picked up a slightly thinner saree that I had. It was a white saree. I put on a blouse and tied the saree and stood in front of the mirror. I always pull it up and hide it and tuck it in the back, but today I tied my saree a little and tied it so that if you look at it from the side, you can see the shape of my breasts. I didn't tie the saree too high, but I tied it a little so that half of my waist was visible and stood in front of the mirror. I felt new and beautiful and attractive to see myself like that.

Since I work in a college, I didn't want to tie a saree in one step, so I tied it first. The back blouse was a little lower than usual, so half of my back was visible. I always keep my thali inside, but today I thought it would be nice if I took my thali out. So I took off my talisman, put saffron on my forehead, locked the house and left.

There was no big change in my attire, but it was in a way that showed off my body a little. When I saw everyone in the bus drooling, I knew right away that I was the one who had dragged them and forgotten everything that day. They made funny comments on the bus.

“What is it, madam, how beautiful you are today?” they kept saying.

When I reached college, everyone there was drooling at me. My saree was somewhere between vulgar and sexy. Those who look at it casually would not know anything, but those who look at it with lust would definitely get addicted. When I went to class that day, my eyes first searched for Mani, then Prabhakar Sunil.

The three of them were staring at me with their mouths open until they could feel a fly in their mouths. The sight of them all staring at my body was a little intoxicating to me.

I always sit there after finishing a calculation, but today I walked to the last bench and watched to see if everyone was writing. The reason for that was not because I cared about them, but because I wanted them to notice my change. Whenever I walked towards them, those girls' eyes fell directly on the breasts that were standing in front of me. When I turned around, they were staring at everything, including my waistline.


Those girls were talking to each other in whispers. I kept listening to what they were saying as I walked.

Prabhakar: "My dear, this is the kind of person who is called a goddess of lust, isn't this the same?" he said.

Mani: "Yes, the goddess's breasts are like that, I don't know if they have done something else, or if they have done something else, but they are just lifting them up. I feel like I should drag this guy here and fuck him.

Sunil: “Night, this guy is like this guy, that’s why he came here and showed us like this and made us fuck him.”

“If this guy is like this, what’s wrong with us, why should we fuck him?” said Mani.

My mind told me, “One day, one day, these guys are going to fuck you, prepare yourself for that.” I was very happy to give them a vision that day. That day, after the afternoon class ended, I went to another class. They didn’t have any work for me in that class that whole day, and I went to that class again at three o’clock as a special class. I don’t know how I got that courage and that lust that day.

I made the three of them come to the front row from the last bench. They admired me from the front row, writing, talking, walking, everything I did until the end of the class. Their admiration of me gave me a kind of joy. Just thinking about the fact that I was leaving the people who were admiring me from behind to admire me made me itch.

I knew that their pants would definitely be baggy when they saw them from behind. I always wear my hair in a bun, so that day I sat in front of them and untied my bun, letting my hair fall like a falling river on my shoulders. They enjoyed the fact that I was playing and letting them do the math while I sat there.

It was no surprise that they immediately closed the door and dragged me out, took off my saree, and made fun of me because I was making them so hot.

I don't know how I dared to do this, but I know that the fire of lust that was burning inside me was telling me to do it.
As my housemate had said, I had teased them a little and admired them. But I was afraid of where this would end. However, I was trying not to worry about it for now,

Satisfied that I had given them a good darshan today, Mani came to me after finishing the class and sending everyone off.

“Madam, are you taking tuition at home?” he asked.

“No, Mani, I am not taking tuition at home, it is getting late here, who will do all that anymore, and now I am not doing anything,” I said, and I understood his plan.

“What, Madam, you were taking all the last years, why did you stop this year?”

“It was very difficult for me to take it last year, so I will not take it this year, thinking that I will get some rest.”

“No ma’am, my father told me to pay my tuition, that’s why I asked you ma’am.” He said,
I thought for a while.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him at home and tell him tomorrow.” I said.

While I was talking to him, I came out of the classroom and closed the door and locked it. When I was locking it, he was standing next to me, holding my saree in both his hands. He was looking at my body from the side as my saree was pulled away. Knowing that he was watching, I locked it a little slowly. This was not only for him but also for me.

Now, after locking the door, he also walked straight to the bus stop.

“Ma’am, can you give me your number? I want to give it to my father and talk about tuition.”

I knew that he was telling the truth and that he would not ask his father to give me my number. Now I was thinking whether to be generous or not, and my bus was coming,

“Ma’am please drink it or my father will not trust me, ma’am, tell me.”

I immediately gave him my number to order me to drink it, and he wrote it down in his book. I also told him that the bus had arrived and got on the bus.

I told him that. He was very surprised and he was amazed that I had the courage to do this. I didn't know that I would do this. If my husband were here, he would do this to me every day, it would keep me in control. Now, the only reason I couldn't control myself was because I didn't have that pleasure in my body. That's why I was doing it bravely.


That day, I finished all the work at home and was lying down watching TV. Suddenly, a message came on my phone. I took it out and saw that it was a message from a new number on WhatsApp. I took it out and saw who it was,

It was hi madam”.


I immediately understood that this was no one else but our mani.

I sent a message saying “Hi who is this number, it must be new”.

“I am madam mani, this is my number”.

I felt a kind of happiness.

“Is this your number or your father’s number” I said,

“No madam, this is my number”. He said I have a phone but my father uses another phone, ma’am, I am the one who brings this phone to college, no madam” he said.

I thought to myself, if I pamper a boy and get used to all this at this age, what will he do without asking for sex,

Just as they say that love has no eyes, lust also has an age difference and cannot see anything.

Even though I had been talking to him for a while, I felt a new feeling like a girlfriend talking to her boyfriend. He told him everything about his family and finally said,

“Madam, if I tell you something, won’t you feel bad?”

“What time is it?” I said,

“You looked so beautiful in a saree today, Madam.”

When he told me that he was so brave to go to a teacher, I was confused and didn’t know how to answer him.

I just sent him “Hmm thanks.”

He immediately sent me an emotion icon with a smile.

I realized that he was both afraid and eager to speak to me boldly.

However, I was neither equal to him nor tried to correct him. I had decided that I would not stop him no matter what he did, so I behaved accordingly with him. I told my husband all this and he didn’t stop me either. He kept urging me to talk to him and we talked like this for a week.

This small chat between us brought us closer. We didn't talk about this much at college or show that such an incident was happening, but here at home, we talked on the phone regularly. This relationship, which started as a game, made me interested in him and I sincerely thought that he should show interest in his studies. I helped him study as much as I could. He also developed a little interest in studies by listening to my advice.

The day I realized that I was infatuated with him

That was Saturday. I was watching TV at home and talking to him, and Sun Music songs were coming on. It was eleven at night.

“You should have studied well now, that makes me a little happy. You should study well, get a good job, find a good girl, get married and enjoy your life,” I said.

“Oh, madam, you don't want another marriage, madam,” he said.

Hey, why do you do all that? Only then will a man come to take care of you. Everything will be fine,” I said.


“Mom and dad are there to take care of me, and then you are there.”

“Hey, I will come to you for the rest of your life,” I said.

“Whether you come or not, madam, I will come.” He said.

“You talk about everything, and when you go to college, you will chase after another girl.” I said.

“Hmm, let’s see, madam,” he said.

While we were talking, some glamour songs were playing on the TV.

That slowly put me back in the mood.

He looked at the time and said,
“Madam, let me ask you something.”

“What?” I said,

“No, I’m scared,” he said,

“Oh my god, I’m scared now, I’m talking to you all day.”

“No, I call you ‘madam’ at college, so I’ll call you that here too.”

“Oh, I’m your teacher, that’s why I call you that.”

“No, ma’am, okay, not at college, why are we friends here?” he said.

“Hey, what do you want me to call you, even if it’s the hour?” I said.

“I won’t call you ‘teacher madam’ in chat anymore,” he said.

“What’s wrong?”

I was interested in what he was typing.

My student was going to call me with authority first. That’s because he liked me so much, so I was a little nervous.

“From now on, I will call you Ammu and that.” He said.

I couldn’t control myself for a minute when I saw that. My student calls me Ammu and that, my darling. Till now, even my husband has never called me that. This was new to me. It was like a lover calling his girlfriend.

“What, this is Ammu and that, but it’s not like ‘Vanga Bonga’ or ‘Va Bo’ or ‘Va Bo’ or ‘Va Bo’ or ‘Va Bo’ or something like that?”

“Yes, Ammu, for so many days I have been acting like a good person. Do I have the right to call you that? Not only that, we have been chatting for so many days. Why is it that ‘Vanga Bonga’ is only at college?” he said authoritatively.

He got angry and scolded him, but my femininity did not allow me to get angry with him at a time when I did not expect such a personality from him. Even his courage impressed me. Even my husband had never called me this way before, but when he called me "sweet Ammu", I felt a kind of love and lust for him. I still don't know what I'm going to experience with him... I thought, and in my heart, I agreed to call him "vaa boa Ammu" as per his wish.

I was a little surprised that I allowed him to call me Ammu like that.

As if this wasn't enough, my husband called me every day and asked me what was going on between him and me, how was he doing, did he fix it, and so on, and left me hanging.
I gradually understood that no matter what he said, it was true that it was a game. That day, my husband thought he and I were having sex, so he slapped me and hung up the phone, but what he said aroused my sexual desire a little.
Since it was Saturday, I had a long talk with him about taking leave the next day. The person who was talking nicely suddenly started talking in a different way.

“Ammu, I will tell you something, I don’t know how you will take it,” he said,

‘Tell me what.”

“No, Ammu, I see you at the daily college, but when you talk here, I feel something….”

“Something? What?”

“You swear to me that you will only talk here, you should not show anything at college.”

“Hey, will you tell me what I have to say?” I said.

“No, Ammu, it’s coming…”

“I am your teacher, what did you do, Ammu, you call me by my name, I don’t ask for anything more than that, what do you want?” I said.

“That’s true, Ammu, you are not my teacher here at college.”

“Oh, then who am I to you?”

“Ammu, even if I tell you, you will be scared,” he said softly.

“Hahaha, don’t be afraid, what we are talking about here will not continue until the college ends here,” I said.
“Hmm, that’s really fun, Ammu,” he said jokingly.

“What, Ammu? I said.

“That’s not all, when will your family come?” he said suddenly.

“It’ll be another 2 weeks, why are you fighting in the meantime?” I said,

“War….that’s also for me…. Not even with you Ammu. I don’t know how your husband left an angel like you and left him for days,” he said.

“What angel?” I wondered.

“Yes, yes, when you were taking lessons in class, I didn’t feel like a teacher, I felt like an angel, but he was with a beautiful blonde and your husband was doing something like that in the countryside,” he said.

What is this, my student is calling me a goddess? I asked myself, "Why don't you know about goddesses?"

"Oh, it's true... I want a blonde like you..." I was a little nervous to finish saying this. Why is he talking so openly?

When he said this, I didn't know how to answer, I was speechless.

Gathering my courage, I said, "What should I do?"

"I won't leave Ava and go anywhere, I will stay with her."

The word "stay with her and stay with her" made me a little hot. I was surprised that at this age, she knew all this and was very shy.

"Your husband wouldn't do that and would stay abroad," he said.

“He has a job”

“Yes, what kind of job is this, he is working with a beautiful blonde girl next to him”
I didn’t stop him from talking..

“Hey, I am not as beautiful as she is” I said,

“Yes, what do you know, I will not come to college without taking leave just to beat you” he said….

Hey, what's wrong, sister?"


"Yes, after all… ?

You're so pretty, don't you know why I'll give you a side rub when you come to class?" he said.

I was surprised that this idiot even realized that I knew he was giving me a side rub.

"Isn't it wrong for a teacher to give a side rub?" I asked.

"If a teacher is pretty, can she not give a side rub? Look at her beauty and body and tell me how she can not give a side rub?" he said.

The way he spoke made me feel like he was asking me to do something and get closer to him.

"Hmm, you're really into me," I said without any emotion.

“Your neck, madam, when you take lessons in the afternoon class, that neck is exposed, and your tali chain is the only thing that is beautiful.. Madam, when you write, your waist is also there, and that fold, I must have been looking at it all day, madam.”
“Hmm, then this is how she must have admired me that day.”

“Yes, Ammu, you are not her beauty, what is she doing abroad?” he said.

“You have a lot of mouth,” I said.

“Yes, yes, Ammu,” he said.

This chat between us was gradually taking us to the next level.

Generally, a woman cares a lot about her beauty. She was sure that a man was looking at her… She would still improve her beauty.. She would stand in front of the mirror for hours to make sure everything was okay…

That day, at 7 am, when she was about to have coffee and take a bath, a message came.
I took it and it was the time

“Hello Madam, good morning.”

“I also sent a “good morning” in return.

“What Madam, did you take a bath?” he said.

“Not yet, I’m going to take a bath now, why are you texting at this time, I don’t know it’s time for college.”

“I know, Ammu, that’s why I texted you.”

“What, tell me quickly”

“Nothing, I had a dream this morning Ammu.”

“What dream?”

“I’ll tell you that in the evening.”

“What do you want?”

“I think you should wear a white saree today and see yourself in that.”

I thought, “Is this new?” he asked.

“I think this new saree is what I’m asking.

“I think I should see you in that, that’s why I asked.”

“Okay, okay, you go, I’ll come,” I said and put the phone away and went to take a bath.

While taking a bath, my mind said, “Andy, you won’t listen even if your husband tells you. Now, the boy who studies with you is telling you that you have to come in this dress,

After hearing that, you should also go.” I didn’t understand why I was thinking that, but as he said, I wore a white saree today and went to college.

When the glass went in, my gaze fell on him. He looked into my eyes and immediately let his gaze graze my lips…. neck…. breasts…. waist…. legs…. That alone made my body shiver. That day, there was more lust in his eyes.

Even though I was shivering all over, I controlled it and conducted the lesson. Then suddenly, a boy inside brought a paper. It said that a two-day tour to Kerala was going to be held this weekend and that the students had to pay 3000 rupees to register for it. When I heard this, everyone started shouting and protesting, so I restrained everyone.


I was confused, thinking that they should have called the students in a bus and told them at least 20 days in advance. I was confused, thinking that they had told me that a week in advance. There was a meeting that day, and since there were only 12th and 11th grade students, we could not spend much time on it. The administration said that they had taken such a decision in a short time because it would distract them.

That night, during the chat that happened between Mani and me, he asked me to come on his tour. I asked him how he could come, as there was no one at home. But he was very stubborn and ordered me to come. Even though my husband told me to, I did not listen. When he asked, I told him that I would come. I told my husband what happened, and he said okay, come with a smile. I sent him a message to confirm that I would come.

“Mani, you asked me this far, you can’t say you didn’t ask, that’s why I decided to come,” I said.

“Wow, super, amma, amma, amma, amma, amma, amma, amma, amma,” he sent me a message.

This was the first time Mani had sent me a message like this. I didn’t expect this.

“Hey, amma, if you sent me something like that, I will not forget your teacher.”

“Oh my, I gave it to you out of happiness, why are you going to go and beat me like this? Why would your husband be happy if he were to give it to you like this?” he said,

“Hey, you and he are the same, he is my husband, the man who touched me and tied a talisman.”

“I think I have more rights than him,” he said sarcastically.

Thinking that if I leave it like this, it won’t get fixed, I started scolding him.

“If you leave it a little longer, I will overdo it, this is why you shouldn’t treat such little children equally…. Show your intelligence,” I scolded him.

Seeing this, he didn’t send me any reply again. I didn’t scold him for that either. I didn’t get any message from him that whole day, not even an apology message, and even though he scolded me in some kind of anger, I started missing him.

Did I scold him in a hurry…? I gave him space, I behaved like a fool, I had a part in correcting him, but why did I scold him? I asked myself questions that day. I was thinking the same thing all night like a girlfriend who broke her boyfriend's heart. I sent him a message saying sorry, but he didn't send me any reply.

He always talks like this, but today he talked a little too much, so I shouldn't have said this. When I got married, I was in love with him, and I thought, what's wrong with a little boy, and a virgin boy, talking like this.

The next day I went to college, he didn't come there, which still hurt me. I realized then that he wouldn't come if I said a word, not only that, but I couldn't live without him either. It was very difficult for me to see him every day and think that I would see him now. I didn't feel so bad about my husband being away from me for so long, but it was very difficult for me that Mani wouldn't come today.

When I got home in the evening, I sent him a message, but there was no response from him. I realized that a small separation is what increases lust. Even if he said something, I was happy to talk to him, but now it was very difficult for me that he didn't talk to me. What is this, why does he not care about me at all? Is this all affection or love? My mind warned me. From this confusion, I sent him a message saying

“Sorry, talk to me too; I miss you so much”

. He didn't see it, I waited for his message and got tired. I didn't get any response from him. I fell asleep worried. After a while, I woke up to a message and heard a noise.

It said "2 messages received" and it was my number, no one else. What do you mean by "my number"? Are the boxes showing?... Yes... Now he is my number.

I opened the message and looked.

“Hello, sir.”


“Let it be, why didn’t you come to college today? Then why didn’t you even send me a message?” I said.,
“Oh… Yesterday, when I was talking to you, my father suddenly came and woke me up, saying that my grandfather had died and he had to go to the village. In a hurry, I left the phone at home. Now, my mother and I have come home.” He said.

“Boda, it was very difficult for me that you suddenly stopped talking to me.”

“Don’t just say it, are you happy?” He said,
“Yes, you are happy, Boda, you can’t see me at college today, I have been very difficult.” I said.

While talking to him, these were all words that came out of my mouth.
“You just said it, whatever happens, I am a little boy, I will do more if I have some space, so let it be.”
His anger burned me.
“Whatever, you are wrong to fuck me,” I said.
“What is wrong, Amma, what college did I give it to, or who took the initiative to give it to me, or did I give it to you directly? I gave it to you in a message, why should he say such a big word for it?” he said.
I started to feel that I had acted harshly towards him.
He asked me the truth, did he kiss me directly? I understood that I had hurt him a little too much by giving it to him in a message.
“Okay, sir, I shouldn’t have scolded you, and that too, I shouldn’t have scolded you, okay, sir.” I said.
“Who needs all your affection, she scolded me and said affection, will I forget?” he said.
“Hey, are you still angry? I know what to do to you. Umm, umma My husband started playing some pranks and today he keeps sending me messages like this. Is this all a joke? I don't know if it's a joke or not, but this is all a new experience.
Even though he's not even half my age, I liked everything he said. After two days, the day finally came when I had to go on tour. I was ready for college at 8 pm. All the kids started coming. Since the bus was at 10 pm, everyone started coming, including their parents. I was wearing a blue saree today. It was a college tour, so I was told to wear a saree only when I was leaving from here, so I came in a saree. All the kids were coming happily.
At that time, my husband called.

“Say hello”

“What, Amuda, have you left?”

“Hmm, let's just be at college. Tell me there is still time”

“Hmm, go safely Amuda” he said,

“Hmm, you are the one who did not come to send me off.
I said, “You are saying that I have work to do.”

“The work is not finished where I came from, it seems like it will take another week Amuda”

“Hmm, when will you tell me like this..”

“Are you angry?” he said.

Yes, I said I would come in three days and then today I don't come, who wouldn't get angry?"


"Oh, sorry, that's my job."

"What kind of job?" I said.

"So, has your lover come?" He said.

"Oh, why are you here?" I said,"

"Look at the heat as soon as I mention him, my darling."
"Oh, that's nothing," I said shyly.

"Hmm, has he come or not?"

"Not yet, that's why I'm going on this tour."
"Yes, yes, I know, I know." He said.

"What's wrong?"

"No, no, he's there, that's why I'm taking you on the tour," he said.
"He's a little boy, will you trust him and send me?" I said.
Before he could answer, he had arrived.
“What, I will talk to him only after he comes,” I said.
“Who is your boyfriend?” He said.
“Hmm” I said.
“Hmm is that so?”
“Oh my boyfriend, my love, I will only come when he comes,” I said.
“Wow, you say that, my dear, okay, happy journey enjoy bye”
“Hmm okay, bye” I said and hung up the phone.

He smiled at me and came straight to my side
‘You seem to have come early?’ He said.
“Yes, mani… did you come alone, your parents didn’t come?”

“The house is near the college, that’s why I came myself, that’s not all, that’s why you are here,” he said.
“You look very beautiful today”

“Hmm thanks mani, okay, you go be with your friends and we can talk later,” I said.

“None of my friends are coming, madam, I came to be with you.”

“Hmm, okay, but if you see us talking like this, will you think it’s okay?”

“No one will think it’s okay if you know this relationship.”

He smiled and looked at me, winked at me, and moved away.

As time went by, more and more people started coming. The teacher who was supposed to come with me suddenly sent a message at the last minute that they couldn’t come. Now I was stuck, I was a girl and they were all fucking me, so I was confused about where I would sit.

There were three conductors, all of them were men, and I wondered what I, a fourth, would do as a girl. I decided that I couldn’t do anything anymore and boarded the bus.

I thought, if the conductors also sat down, I would definitely girl them and talk differently tomorrow. They asked me to watch from behind so that there were two empty rows behind me.

I went to the back and sat on a seat, but there was a boy next to me, and it was none other than my Mani. The bus left with excitement, dancing to the beat of the drums, and the bus left Chennai.

I was a little shy next to my Mani….

While Mani was also coming, dancing and singing with the drums, I took out my phone and sent a message to my husband.

“The bus has started, Mani is next to me”

He immediately sent a message saying “Wow, super fun… Thank you very much”.

I didn't send him a message after that. I was looking at Mani who was dancing and he was also looking at me with one eye every now and then. Everyone was dancing and singing and he sat in his seat, talking and playing, leaving me by the window and sitting next to him. He kept talking to everyone and then his shoulders hit my skin and the cold wind blew through the window. Something changed in my body. No matter what he was talking to, he was still looking back at me. I felt like I was going on a honeymoon. I don't know why but I had such a strange feeling about him.

In a short time, the guys went to sleep one by one. In the next half an hour, everyone fell asleep.
The lights from the bus had gone out and only the lamp in the middle was still on.
Now Mani turned to me and said, "What's wrong?"

“No…… Light” I said.

He immediately took out his bag and took a blanket from it and covered me.
His concern made me admire him even more.
After making sure that everyone was asleep, he looked at me. I also looked at him.

“Thank you so much Ammu for coming for me.”

“Hey, someone is going to ask for something,” I said in a soft voice.

“Everyone is asleep, don’t worry.”

“I never expected to be sitting next to you like this tonight Ammu.”

“Hmm, I didn’t expect it either, you got this chance because that Sasikala madam didn’t come.”

“I prayed to God not to leave me,” he said.

I laughed at this. He laughed too. While we were both talking, he held my hands and thanked me again. I looked around and said, “Hey, did someone ask for something?”
He took a finger and put it on my lips and said, “Don’t be afraid, I care more about you than you.” He took it off.

It was a new experience for me to see him touching me like this. I realized that my mind was not under my control and I liked the way he touched me. After a while, the bus stopped at a toll booth and he was watching what was happening.
Then I took out my phone and told my husband what happened.
He immediately replied to me, “What’s wrong with him touching you…. She’s a brave girl.”

“Oh, that’s what matters now, what should I do now?” I said.

“Listen to me on this matter, whatever he does to you, you shouldn’t stop him.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Yes, Amuda, do this, it will be a new experience for you. Not only that, he will dare to do it only if you pretend to be sleeping, so you should pretend to be sleeping,” he said.

As soon as I heard what he said, I started to feel wet. I decided that I would also try this and told him okay. The bus started moving again, I put my phone inside and closed my eyes and fell asleep. He sat down next to me. The person who came saw me… Thinking that I was sleeping, he also became quiet. It had been half an hour and he came near me and said, “Ammu Ammu.” I remained silent without answering anything.

He confirmed that I had fallen asleep. He remained silent for a while, then slowly pulled the blanket that was covering me towards him and wrapped him up too. I remained silent, thinking that he would also be cold.

He did not make any movement for ten to fifteen minutes, so I decided that he had fallen asleep. A little boy wouldn't have that much courage, my husband would have left me for nothing, so I was ready to sleep. I was sleeping when I suddenly felt a strange sensation, his hands were on my thighs. I thought his hands must be wet in my sleep, so I kept quiet... After a while, his hands slowly moved upwards. His hand was now on my thighs, caressing my thighs. I looked into his eyes and he was closing his eyes as if he was sleeping.
I knew he was doing what he wanted, but I didn't want to stop him now because it had been a long time since a man's hand was on me, so I just wanted to enjoy it and didn't feel like touching him.

He was now lying down with his whole body turned towards me. The people on that side didn't know what was happening on this side, and there was no one there. He turned around and his hands were inside the rug. If you look from the outside, no one would know where his hands were. He pretended to be sleeping slowly, his hand slowly coming up from my thigh and placing it on my waist.

When his hand touched my waist, which was not covered by my saree, my whole body tingled. This was the first time that someone other than my husband had touched my waist. This embrace brought about a big change in me. When I thought of myself being touched by someone else in a bus with so many people, that too by my student, my body tingled even more.


He bent my waist and kissed me. I couldn't control myself and bit my lip and didn't move. His hands now moved further and reached my chest. He had started playing with one side of my chest, pressing it. Although I was having a hard time controlling my feelings, I had no other way to control myself. He pressed my chest and pressed it and played with it and then came down again and touched my navel, and I felt a little hesitant when he felt it.

Even though he knew that I was tingling, he didn't stop and kept touching me. He tried to unbutton my blouse but he couldn't. He pushed my thali a little and now he slowly put his mouth on one of my breasts and started sucking. After a while he took his hands off me. I thought I was going to sleep but this time he touched my leg and lifted my saree from below and put his hand inside and touched my thigh. Thinking that I shouldn't let this happen anymore, I slapped his hand and scolded him gently.

'What are you doing, don't do this to me in the bus, I will go to another seat' I said.

"Why madam, I know you were enjoying your time" he said.

Before I could start talking to him, his hand again bent my waist and grabbed me, he now grabbed me and pulled me towards him, my chest was pressed against his chest, I couldn't control myself and hugged him.

To be continued...