Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Geetha stepped into the college campus, her blue churidar gracefully dbanging around her figure, accentuating her curves in a way that turned heads. The dupatta flowed elegantly over her soft silhouette, while mangalsutra adorned her neck, complemented by small, delicate earrings and a watch on her left wrist. A clay bangle on her right wrist, a designer bracelet, and a lotus-shaped clip in her hair, tied with a blue ribbon, completed her enchanting look.

As she made her way through the crowd, Bharat stood waiting for her. The moment he spotted her, he felt a jolt of surprise; it was the first time he had seen Geetha in a churidar, and for a fleeting moment, he thought she was someone else entirely. Nevertheless, he approached her when she called out.

“Good morning, Miss,” he greeted, his voice laced with a hint of admiration.

“Yes... Did you study social yesterday? You didn’t come for tuition,” Geetha replied, her mischievous smile catching Bharat’s attention.

“I did study, Miss,” he responded, curiosity piqued by her playful demeanor.

“What’s up, Miss? You seem to be lost in thought and smiling to yourself. Did Sir tell a joke this morning?” Bharat asked, assuming her smile was inspired by their teacher, Gautam. In truth, it was Sriram who had occupied her thoughts.

“No, Bharat, why do you think that?” Geetha replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I don’t know, it just seemed that way,” he shrugged.

“Okay, Bharat,” she said, and together they entered the classroom.

That day, Geetha took on the role of invigilator, and as she entered the room, Bharat couldn’t help but smile at her. His cute grin elicited a squint and a smile in return from Geetha, creating a moment of shared warmth. While distributing the exam papers, Geetha found herself stealing glances at Bharat, her gaze lingering longer than intended. When she placed a paper in front of him, he couldn’t help but think, *Why is it that the teacher is so beautiful? I like her, and I want to be with her. She teaches me well, and because of her, I have started studying properly. But my feelings for her grow stronger every day. I know she likes me as a student, but I don’t see her as just a teacher; I have feelings for her that I don’t have for any other girl.*

After handing out the papers, Geetha playfully shrugged her shoulders and smiled before moving on to the other students. As the exam hour began, she distributed the question papers, but Bharat’s focus was solely on her. When Geetha noticed him looking, she nodded as if to say, “Write.” He quickly lowered his head, trying to concentrate on the questions. However, every time he glanced up, he found Geetha’s eyes on him, and each time, he felt a rush of attention.

Later that evening, as Bharat walked with a friend, Geetha called out to him. “Bharat, come here for a moment?”

“Let’s meet tomorrow, bye,” he replied, but curiosity drew him closer.

“Bharat, can you help me with market?” she asked.

“ I will come,” he said, eager to assist.

Together, they walked to the market, where Geetha filled a bag with groceries. When the bag became heavy, Bharat offered to carry it, but Geetha insisted on holding it herself. “Thanks, Bharat, for coming when I asked,” she said, her gratitude evident.

“Miss, you live alone at home; it must be difficult for you to do all this. I don’t mind helping you with small things, as Sir said to help you if you need anything,” Bharat replied, his sincerity warming Geetha’s heart.

After returning home, Bharat quickly fetched a glass of water for Geetha. “Thanks, Bharat,” she said, taking a sip.

“Don’t thank me, Miss. You teach me tuition without taking a fee. Helping you with small things is not a big deal,” he replied modestly.

“Are you going anywhere during the holidays?” Geetha asked as he prepared to leave.

“No, Miss,” he answered.

Geetha held his hand, pulling him closer. “Bharat, this Saturday I need to buy some clothes; will you come shopping with me?”

Bharat was taken aback; he never expected such a friendly invitation from Geetha. “Miss, don’t you have any friends? Why me?” he asked, a hint of hesitation in his words.

“I don’t have anyone, Bharat; you can come,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with sincerity.

“I will come, Miss,” he said, feeling a rush of excitement.

Geetha leaned in slightly, a playful smile on her lips. “Why were you looking at me like that in class today?”

“That, Miss, is...” he stammered, caught off guard.

“Tell me,” she urged.

“Miss, you looked very cute today; you looked just like the girls in our class in that churidar, even more charming ” he confessed, his cheeks flushing with admiration.

Geetha turned her face away, feeling shy yet pleased. 

“How can you be so cute?” Bharat asked, his admiration evident.

“Bharat, you are talking too much,” she teased.

“Sorry, Miss,” he replied, realizing he might have overstepped.

“Oh, I was just joking; why apologize?” she said, her tone lightening.

“I thought you might be angry,” he admitted.

“Hmmm... no,” she replied, her voice softening.

“Miss, I want to ask you something,” Bharat said, his heart racing.

“What is it, Bharat?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Miss... can I touch your face once?” he blurted out, standing up and moving back to the sofa.

Geetha looked at him, a mix of surprise and amusement on her face. “Come here, Bharat.”

“No, Miss, you will hit me,” he protested, a playful grin on his face.

“If you don’t come, I will hit you,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Reluctantly, he approached and sat beside her. Geetha stretched her hand and playfully pinched his thigh with two fingers.

“Ah..., I’m sorry, Miss,” he exclaimed, a smile breaking across his face.

Geetha’s laughter filled the room, and for a moment, they both shared a calm, joyful silence. “Am I really cute?” she asked, her voice soft.

“I told you, Miss, you are very cute,” he affirmed, raising his hand in front of her face.

With a nervous tremor, he touched Geetha's left cheek with his index finger and thumb, feeling a new, unknown sensation wash over him. “Miss, you are very soft,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Geetha blushed, a smile spreading across her face. 

“I don’t know why I feel this way, but I couldn’t stop myself from saying it,” Bharat confessed, immediately.

Geetha waited eagerly.

“Miss, I feel like I want a cute girlfriend like you,” he added, the words tumbling out before he could think.

Geetha’s eyes widened in shock, and Bharat realized he had crossed an unspoken boundary. “Bharat, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Startled, he stood up. “I will leave, Miss,” he said, his heart pounding.

“Wait...” she called after him, her voice softening.

He turned to look at her, uncertainty etched on his face.

“You are a good boy, Bharat; you will definitely find a nice cute girlfriend,” she reassured him, her words wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

Bharat felt a surge of happiness at her words. “Thanks, Miss; well, I will leave now,” he said, a smile returning to his face.

“Okay, go, don’t forget tomorrow,” Geetha reminded him.

“Yes, Miss, bye...” he replied, stepping out of her home with a heart full of hope.

Once he left, Geetha stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection in the  blue Punjabi dress with a dupatta. “Do I really look like a college girl as he said? Did I look that way in this dress today? That boy said that he likes me,” she mused, a smile creeping onto her lips.

In a moment of spontaneity, she grabbed her phone, clicked a photo, and sent it to Gautam. 

Almost instantly, her phone rang, and Gautam’s voice filled her ears.

“Geetha, what’s up? You look so cute!” he exclaimed, his tone brimming with excitement.

“Do I really look good?” she asked, her heart fluttering at his compliment.

“If you didn’t, why would I say that? You look adorable; it’s been so long since I saw you in a churidar like that,” Gautam replied, making her cheeks flush with happiness.

“Yes... By the way, Bharat just told me, ‘Miss, you look very cute,’ that’s why I told you,” she shared, her voice light.

“You really look good. If I were there, I would have hugged you so much,” Gautam said, his words sending a thrill through her.

“Stop it, that’s enough,” she laughed, feeling a mix of joy and embarrassment.

“What else?” he pressed.

“Nothing, the exams are over today; we have a four-day holiday,” she replied.

“Are you going anywhere?” he asked.

“No,” she answered.

“Geetha, you should also plan to come here for a few days,” he suggested, igniting a spark of excitement within her.

“Really, please, please plan quickly; I want to come,” she urged, her heart racing at the thought.

“Yes, I’m thinking of shifting to another flat here; once I get there, I will make arrangements for you,” Gautam promised.

“I really want to come to you,” she said, her voice filled with longing.

“Me too; let’s do it,” he replied, his enthusiasm matching hers.

“By the way, I just went to the market; I will finish up and call you again,” Geetha said, her mind racing with thoughts of the day.

After changing her clothes and completing some household chores, she settled in front of the TV in the hall, her heart still fluttering from the day’s events.


The night air hung heavy, a silent witness to the intimate exchange unfolding between Gautam and Geetha.

"What did you whip up tonight?" Gautam’s voice, a familiar comfort, drifted through the phone.

" spinach fry," Geetha replied, her tone soft.

"Is Bharat coming for tuition?" he asked, his thoughts shifting to the young boy.

"Not now. He's on holiday for four days," Geetha explained. "I’m buying clothes tomorrow, so I asked him to tag along."

A ripple of curiosity touched Gautam’s voice. "What kind of clothes are you buying now?"

Geetha’s answer was delivered with a slight hesitation, "The inner ones."

A mischievous grin spread across Gautam’s face, visible even through the video call. "Hmm... wouldn’t that boy figure out your sizes then?"

Geetha’s voice held a touch of exasperation. "What makes you think like that? Besides, he's just a tenth-grader."

"Hey," Gautam interjected, a playful warning in his tone, "he may be in tenth grade, but in two months, he’ll be eighteen, mind you. My concern is whether he's checking out your figure when you're not looking."

"What are you even thinking, darling?" Geetha asked, a hint of discomfort in her voice. "Should I just stop tutoring him then?"

"Hey, can I tell you something?" Gautam pressed.

"What?" she prompted.

"What if we test whether he's looking at you or not?"

Geetha’s voice rose slightly in alarm. "What? No, why would you even suggest that? Aren’t you bothered if strangers look at your wife?"

Gautam's voice softened, laced with genuine admiration. "My wife is so beautiful, hmm...? Could anyone truly resist looking at you?"

A blush crept over Geetha’s cheeks.
"What are you saying, perv hubby…" she mumbled, shyly.

"Hey… stand still," Gautam commanded playfully.

"Why?" she asked, a ripple of anticipation in her voice.

"I’ll tell you, just stand there."

Geetha, with a mix of curiosity and compliance, propped her phone against a box on the table and positioned herself in front of it.

"What? You seem to have lost a little weight," Gautam observed, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Geetha’s face flushed crimson, her gaze dropping. "That’s… on purpose…" she confessed in a whisper.

"Why?" Gautam asked, genuinely puzzled. "You were fine. Did anyone say you gained weight?"

"No," she admitted. "I just thought it would be good to lose a little."

"Ha," Gautam mused. "I even thought of saying something when we met last time, but it didn't seem necessary."

"Don't you want me to?" she asked, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

"That's enough, Geetha," Gautam affirmed, his voice firm yet gentle. "You look beautiful just like this. Don't get any thinner."

"As you wish," she acquiesced, her tone laced with affection.

"Take off your saree," Gautam's voice, now laced with a hint of command, resonated through the phone.

"Oh, what?" Geetha gasped, a nervous flutter in her voice.

"Oh, come on, take it off," he urged.

"If I take it off...?" she teased, a new boldness emerging.

"Why are you asking like it’s new for us?" Gautam retorted, a playful exasperation in his tone.

Geetha glanced towards a box on the other side, a flicker of panic in her eyes as she nervously shielded her face.

Gautam noticed her hesitation. "What are you looking at over there? What’s there?" he prompted, his voice laced with curiosity.

"That’s..." she began, her voice trailing off.

"Tell me..."

With a trembling hand, Geetha picked up the box, still trying to hide her face from Gautam. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw it. A touch of sadness flickered in his gaze, but he quickly masked it with a smile, for her sake. On the box, emblazoned in bold letters, were the words: "VIBRATOR, MASSAGER WITH 5 MODES OF PLEASURE MOTION."

"Naughty girl," Gautam chuckled, a mix of amusement and affection in his voice.

"Is it okay with you?" Geetha asked, her voice laced with apprehension. "I was scared of what you'd say."

"What would I say?" Gautam scoffed gently. "It's your choice. So, since I'm not there, you’ll use that, uh?"

"That’s..." Geetha stammered, her cheeks burning.

"Take it out," Gautam instructed, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. "Turn it on."

Geetha’s embarrassment intensified. She quickly put the box aside, snatched her phone, and exclaimed, "Do you even know what you're asking? I’m already stressed about why I even bought it, and in front of you, ugh..."

"Why are you stressed? Take it out," Gautam urged, his voice soft but firm. "If not, why did you buy it then?"

"I don't know," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

"Will you do what I say?" Gautam asked, his voice a gentle persuasion.

"Yes, I will," she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound resolve.

"Then take it out and turn it on."

"Oh, no, I can't," Geetha protested, a wave of shyness washing over her.

"If you can't, why did you buy it?" Gautam’s voice held a hint of amusement, then he commanded, "Geetha, look here."

Blushing furiously, she met his gaze.

"First, untie your saree," he instructed, his voice a low thrum.

"No, darling," she pleaded, her voice a soft protest.

"Hey, you just said you’d do whatever I tell you," Gautam reminded her gently.

"Hmm..." she conceded, a sigh escaping her lips.

Slowly, deliberately, she pulled down the end of her saree. It slid down, settling on her waist. Geetha’s neck, the curve of her shoulders, and the upper swell of her waist gleamed with a pristine, almost ethereal creaminess.

"Now, take off the entire saree and put it aside," Gautam instructed, his voice a husky whisper, "and stand."

She obeyed, her movements fluid and graceful.

"Take off the bottom one too," he urged, his voice barely audible.

"Hmm..." she assented, her breath catching in her throat.

With a soft tug, she untied her petticoat and let it fall to the floor. Geetha’s vanilla thighs, now fully exposed, ignited a hunger deep within Gautam.

"Now, take that," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

Geetha’s hands trembled, but she picked up the device, her fingers brushing against its smooth surface. She sat down, placing it between her legs.

"I can’t see," Gautam’s voice was a low growl.

"Oh, I’m shy," Geetha whispered, her cheeks burning.

"Alright then, I’ll call tomorrow. Bye," Gautam threatened playfully.

"Wait, wait..." she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation.

"Then move back a little."

Geetha shifted, settling back, the device nestled between her thighs. Gautam could now clearly see Geetha's pristine skyblue panty. He unzipped his own pants, a primal urge surging through him as he watched his wife, stroking his already engorged penis.

"Ahh... Geetha," he urged, his voice hoarse with desire, "turn it on and put it there."

Geetha pressed the button on the device. A soft hum filled the air as it vibrated to life. 

Unable to contain herself, Geetha lightly pressed it against her vulva lips, through her panty. A jolt, like an electric current, coursed through her body.

"Ahh... shh..." she gasped, retreating it.

Geetha’s spontaneous action fueled Gautam’s desire. He began to stroke himself with renewed vigor.

"Hey, what happened?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Oh no, not this," Geetha moaned, a mixture of pleasure and apprehension in her voice.

"Put it on again," he encouraged.

She picked it up once more, pressing it against herself as before.

"Ahh..." she whimpered, her body arching slightly.

"Don't take it off," Gautam commanded, his voice firm but gentle. "Keep it there."

The device continued its gentle vibration against Geetha's vulva lips, through her panty decreasing the sensitivity. Geetha’s nerves thrummed with sensation. Moaning softly, she clutched the bed, leaning back and swaying with the rhythm of the vibrations.

"Ahh... Mmm... Aha... Ahh..." she cried out, her voice a symphony of pleasure.

Gautam continued to stroke himself, his eyes fixed on Geetha, urging her on. "Ha... H... Ha... Yes... Keep it like that, just press it."

Geetha’s entire body tingled with sensation. "Ahh... Ahh..." she moaned, her voice filled with ecstasy.

Her left hand, almost instinctively, reached for her left breast, squeezing it gently.

"Take off your blouse, Geetha, hmm..." Gautam whispered, his voice a husky plea.

Without a moment's hesitation, she swiftly unhooked the three fasteners. Her blouse fell open, revealing her coconut plum breast bums, pushing against her bra, swelling with each heavy breath. The sight ignited a fiery passion within Gautam, his blood surging through his veins.

"Ahh... Amma... Mmm..." she groaned, her voice a raw expression of pleasure.

She removed the device, taking a deep, ragged breath, and looked at Gautam, a shy smile playing on her lips. Gautam was still stroking himself. She placed the device back, closing her eyes, drawing up both her legs, lifting her thighs, and screaming loudly.

"Ahh... Ahh... Mmm..." she cried out, her voice a desperate plea for more.

"Ha... H... Ha..." Gautam echoed, his own pleasure nearing its peak, and he climaxed. 

Geetha, however, remained slumped back, the dildo still rubbing an inch up and down against her. 

She continued to squeeze one breast after another over her bra, swaying and moaning, lost in her own world of sensation.

"Ahh... Mmmmmm... Ha..." she whimpered, her voice a soft, continuous melody of pleasure.

She was oblivious to Gautam, completely absorbed in her own desire. Forgetting the world around her, she floated in pure bliss, carried away by the tremors on her vulva. "Ahh... Ha... Ha... Mmm... Yes..." she moaned, her voice a soft, satisfied sigh. Lust filled Gautam as he watched her, writhing on the bed, bending her legs, swaying. Her panty was soaked with her vaginal fluids, visibly wet, a testament to her intense arousal.

Gautam –

I couldn't believe it. Could Geetha hold back so much? I watched, mesmerized. She had the vibrator on, only over her panty. Her eyes were closed, her body moving back and forth on the bed, writhing, squeezing her breast. As she swayed like that, I found it hard to breathe. She lifted her waist and then dropped back down. The wetness of her panty intensified the friction. As I watched, she spread her legs, placing the vibrator beside her vulva lips and pressing it. She was breathing very heavily, her breasts swelling, her bra looking like it might snap from the pressure.

"Geetha, take off your bra," I whispered, the words tumbling from my lips.

No sooner had I spoken than she tugged at her bra, pulling it off. Her white, cheesy, lust-filled breasts sprang free. The sight caused me to harden again. Once more, I stroked my penis, my gaze fixed on my wife.

"Ahh... Ahh... Mmm..." she moaned, her voice a soft, continuous hum.

Suddenly, she began to tremble, her body convulsing. She bent both her legs, slowing down, gradually coming back to herself as her panty dripped wetness onto bedsheet.




Two minutes later, she sat up, re-hooked her bra, and put on her blouse. Gautam ejaculated again.

"Geetha, are you okay?" Gautam asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yes," she replied softly.

She reached for the blanket beside her and pulled it over herself.

"Go to sleep," Gautam said, his voice tender. "We'll continue tomorrow."

" Huh, okay, good night," she responded, a hint of exhaustion in her voice.
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To be continued…………

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Let’s see how the shopping goes with Bharath next day……..+++