Adultery English Teacher

[kannangopinathann]

I went to her house on a semi-final holiday. That day was also my holiday. Her eldest daughter Kausalya was not there. She said that her brother had gone home. Her second daughter Aarthi was crying. I showed her a game. She burst into tears. I asked her what it was.

‘She is crying because she wants to go to the cinema..’
‘Oh my goodness.. it’s a holiday.. I have to go with her’
‘Where.. I also told her father. He doesn’t have time. He asks me to go with him. Where can I go with her.. you can go with him and come..’
‘Okay, I will go with him. What, can we go with Aarthi?’ I called. But she refused to come with me. ‘Mom, you also come’ she burst into tears. I also said to Malathi, ‘You also come..’ She refused. Then, unable to bear her daughter's crying, she left. She was wearing a slightly tight green blouse. She had a lot of jasmine flowers on her head. She had carefully hidden her breasts from my eyes with a shawl. But she could not help but notice my eyes grazing on her back. Those attractive breasts, well-rounded and plump, moved and moved as she walked, making me stiff.

The theater was not that crowded. Aarti sat between Malathi and me. After a while, two people came and sat in the front row. 'Mom, can you hide me.. can you tell me to sit down, please,' Aarti whined. 'Oh, your big cry is over. Come here and eat,' Malathi moaned, making Aarti sit in her seat and sitting next to me. I was happy. I was teasing the film. She was smiling.
In a song scene, the heroine, who had left the front, was getting wet in the rain and was banging the hero with her plump breasts. We both fell silent, unable to speak. I looked at Malathi with one eye. She was slightly bowing her head. After the song was over, she had become normal. But lust was burning inside me. The smell of her jasmine flower sitting next to me was pulling me in a different direction. I got a slight erection. Her shoulder was rubbing against my shoulders. I gently held her hand. She jerked away and glared at me. 
I bowed my head. After a while, I held Malathi's hand again. My hand trembled. She tried to pull her hand away again. I held it tightly. She came close to my ear and said angrily, 'Let go of your hand..' I did not let go. I pleaded with my eyes. I intertwined my hand with hers. She couldn't let go because I was holding her tightly. I looked behind me. There was no one. Even those who were a little far away didn't notice. Aarti was lost in the movie. The darkness of the theater gave me courage.
I slowly took my other hand and placed it on her shoulder. She turned around and stared. She quickly shrugged and walked away. Aarti suddenly looked back. We were both sitting as if we were watching a movie normally. Aarti was lost in the movie again. I put my hand on her shoulder again. She didn't listen to Aarti and spoke angrily in a low voice.

‘Shiva, what is this? Let go of your hand’

‘Mmm’
‘Listen, listen.. Take your hand..’
‘Malati please..’
‘What.. idiot.. leave me’
‘Please Malati.. I can’t..’
‘Are you going to let go now?’
‘I won’t..’
‘You bastard.. don’t let go’
I didn’t say anything more. I kept rubbing her shoulder. She writhed. I released my right hand that was holding her hand and put it around her head and on her right shoulder. She writhed. She shook her hand off and patted it. It made me feel more comfortable. My hand fell behind her. I gently grabbed her waist. She stared at me in shock. I didn’t look at her but looked at the picture and squeezed her waist gently.

‘Hey, sinner, don’t leave me.. please.. listen to me..’ she moaned. I had unknowingly held her waist tightly. My hand slowly went down and touched her fat buttocks. She panicked.

‘Shiva.. please.. This is too much. Leave me..’ she begged.
‘Sorry, Malathi. I can’t.. don’t stop me.. please..’ I also begged. My hand tightened on her right butt. She leaned back on the seat. I held her tighter and started squeezing. She writhed.
‘Hey.. if you get used to being good again, you won’t be so patient.. leave me.. listen to me..’
‘I was good until I saw you. But I can’t be now.. sorry.. please.. Malathi. Don't let me go..’
‘Shut up, you dog.. First take your hand..’ She got angry at me without making a sound, afraid of Aarti. I moved forward without noticing. My hand crawled up her back and slowly entered her right armpit. I spread her hand and grabbed her right breast from the side. She glared at me. She suddenly dropped her shawl and hid my hand that was holding her breast.

‘Hey, sinner.. This is so wrong.. Please let go.. I'm going.. Don't touch my nipples again..’


My hand trembled and spread over her right breast. She gently hit her head and begged me not to let go. I didn't let go. I gently squeezed the fruit that couldn't be contained in my hand. My shaft creaked inside my pants. I rubbed it with my left hand. It was swollen. I started squeezing her plump breasts. She was writhing. I rubbed her breasts and touched her breasts. I could feel her breasts slightly protruding from her bra and panties. I grabbed her breasts and twisted them with her bra. She flinched.

Shiva.. please.. let go. It hurts.. listen to me..’ she begged. She tried to take my hand with her left hand but failed. Her body was warm. I gently took my left hand and placed it on her left shoulder and then took it inside the shawl. I held her left breast. She trembled even more and had no other choice but to cover that hand with the shawl so that no one could see it. Her two fat fruits were caught in my two hands and were being squeezed. She bent down slightly. It was comfortable for me. Tears flowed in her eyes. It was sinful. But I was not in a state of pitying her. All my pity had been eaten up by lust for her. Her resistance had also decreased. I was squeezing her breasts well and twisting her clitoris. She was subdued while moaning ‘Shhh…’.


I slowly went to her neck and kissed her neck. She suddenly turned around and stared behind her. No one was watching.
‘Oh.. Shiva.. please.. just be still..’
The lights came on in the theater. Intermission.. I suddenly took my hands from her. She also stood up and adjusted her shawl. She sighed in relief, saying, “Father.” She was burning me with her hot gaze. I didn’t dare to look at her, so I spoke to Aarthi.
‘Aarthi, what do you want?’
‘I want some ice cream, uncle.’
‘What do you want, Malathi?’
‘I don’t want anything..’ she said bitterly. I went and bought ice cream for the three of us. Malathi didn’t buy it at all. ‘My head hurts.. let’s go home,’ Malathi said and got up. Aarthi didn’t listen. ‘Come, let’s watch the movie and then go..’ she glared at Aarthi, who was whining. ‘You have taken away my dignity,’ she groaned angrily and sat down again. The film started. My Leela too. Within half an hour, despite Malathi’s protests and protests, her two breasts were again squeezing in my hands under the shawl.
Malathi didn’t say anything until I went home from the theatre. I was afraid to see her. I left them at home and returned. I called around 6 pm. She didn’t pick up. I called several times. No use. I sent a message saying ‘sorry’. No answer. I sent a ‘goodnight’ at night. No answer. I sent ‘sorry, sorry’ several times and went to sleep. No answer came. The next day I went to college and saw her. She didn’t see me at all. It was more than a week. She didn’t talk to me at all. I hated life. I felt like I should have kept quiet and read a little. But what was the use? It was all over. It had been more than ten days since she had spoken to me. I had no other choice but to stop sending messages. One night, my penis became erect at the memory of her. I lay in bed, rubbing it, thinking of her. In the middle of the night, I picked up my phone and sent a message.

‘Malati.. I’m sorry.. Please talk..’
There was no response. An hour later, the message tone rang. I was half asleep and picked up my phone. It was her. I fell asleep and read it excitedly. She had scolded me.
‘Don’t be a bitch.. Don’t message me’

Sorry Malathi.. What I did was wrong. Forgive me.’

‘Stop it.. You deceived me by acting like a good boy.. I hate you..’
‘Please Malathi.. Forgive me..’
‘No one will forgive you for what you did..’
‘I know.. Malathi.. Please..’
‘Don’t talk to me.. Bye’
‘Sorry, sorry, please..’
After that, there was no message. I couldn’t sleep. At 4 am, I sent another ‘Sorry’ message. Half an hour later, I got a reply.
‘Oh.. did you not ask me if I didn’t send you a message?’
‘Sorry Malathi..’
‘What do you want now, idiot?’
‘You should talk to me like you always do’
‘No way.’
‘Pleases You dog..’
‘You scold me a lot..’
‘But then you will not scold me for what I did? What did you want to say? Tell me that’
‘Nothing.. I feel like I am watching you’
‘Why?’
‘I don’t know.. but I feel like I am watching you..’
‘What do you want to watch at this time of day?’
‘I don’t know.. I have been thinking about you for ten days’
‘Yes. Yes.’‘Don’t you think of me at all?’
‘Why should I think of you?’
‘No... Mother happened in the theater....’
‘Hey.. just be quiet.., don’t remind me of all that and make me a murderer..’
‘Sorry..’
‘Dad.. how dare you? In a public place, that too, next to Aarthi, you slapped me.. I made a mistake..’
‘Sari Sari..’
‘Hmm..’
‘Malati..’
‘What?’
‘That was an unforgettable day in my life..’
‘Why?’
‘That was the first time a lady touched me..’
‘Don’t lie..’
‘It’s true..’
‘Hmm..’
‘It was good..’
‘It will be.. why won’t it be..? You know if you left me alone..’
‘Why not slap me? You have to slap me?’
‘I just left it alone because I thought I would lose my dignity in a public place. I would have killed him otherwise.’
‘Hmmm.. sorry Malathi..’
‘Okay.. tell me honestly.. is that your first time?’
‘Yes Malathi.. honestly’

Hmm..’

‘It was good..’
‘It will be.. why won’t it be..? I know you left it alone’
‘Why not slap me..? I have to slap you?’
‘I just left it because I thought it would be a loss of respect in a public place. Otherwise I would have killed you.’
‘Hmm.. sorry Malathi..’
‘Okay.. tell me honestly.. is that your first time?’
‘Yes Malathi.. honestly’
‘Hmm.. how was it?’
‘What?’
‘Hey.. tell me’
‘Hmm.. was it good?’
‘What?’
‘With you .......’
‘Hey.. hey.. enough.’
‘Hmm’
‘A proper hug.. ’
‘Hmm.. how was it for you?’
‘Shaka was it? Are you like this?

‘Don’t you like it? ’
‘I don’t like it’
‘Really?’
‘Shh.. go..’
‘Tell me, Malathi’

‘I felt like crying’

‘Hmm..’
‘Do you know I cried when I got home? ’
‘Sorry..’