13-07-2025, 02:52 PM
February 14th,
The college bell shrilled, and Geetha stepped out, the day's lessons already a blur.
Geetha’s eyes caught sight of Bharat and Vikas near the bakery, and she called out to Bharath.
He neared her.
“What is it, Miss?” Bharat asked, his voice tinged with a familiar shyness.
“Why didn't you come for tuition yesterday?” Geetha inquired, a hint of concern in her tone. Bharat hesitated, his gaze flickering away. “What happened? Can’t you tell me?” she pressed gently.
“Well, Miss, if I tell you, you’ll feel uncomfortable,” he mumbled, his discomfort palpable.
Geetha raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity igniting. “Really? What is it?”
Bharat, still avoiding her gaze, shifted on his feet. “Miss, should I come today?”
“Why not?” Geetha asked, puzzled by his evasiveness.
“I’ll come Miss, I’ll tell you after I get home,” he insisted, then quickly made his exit with Vikas.
Puzzled and a little annoyed, Geetha wondered what could be so secretive. She shrugged and headed home, the mystery nagging at her.
The moment she reached her door, it swung open, revealing Gowtham, a warm smile gracing his lips.
“Good evening, Madam,” he greeted, his eyes twinkling.
“Hey… You’re too much,” Geetha playfully retorted, a smile spreading across her face.
Before she could react, Gowtham’s hand closed around hers, and he pulled her into the bedroom, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Oh, I just got here, wait,” Geetha protested, though her resistance was half-hearted.
He swiftly pinned her against the wardrobe, cupped her face, and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. A soft moan escaped Geetha’s lips.
“Ha… It’s Valentine’s Day today, darling, i forgot in the morning ,” Gowtham whispered against her mouth.
“I love you,” she responded, her voice a soft murmur.
“I love you too”
Their lips met again, a deeper, more lingering kiss. As their bodies pressed together, arms wrapped tightly around each other, Gowtham’s kisses trailed down her neck, sending a delicious surge of heat through her. With a playful shove, she pushed him back, and he tumbled onto the bed. Geetha, now above him, began unbuttoning his shirt, her lips following the line of his throat.
He effortlessly flipped her, laying her beneath him, and shed his own shirt. Geetha sat up, her hands finding the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. Their lips met once more, a fiery exchange of desire.
“Hah… I can’t believe these lips have tasted someone else, Geetha,” Gowtham said, a hint of something unreadable in his voice.
“Don’t remind me of that again, umm,” she replied, a faint blush creeping up her neck.
—-
Just last evening, in the warmth of the kitchen, she’d felt an embrace from behind.
Expecting Bharat, she’d turned, only to find Gowtham, a wide smile on his face.
“Why did you say Bharat?” Gowtham had asked, his smile faltering slightly.
Geetha had been caught off guard, her mind racing for an explanation. The first thing that popped into her head tumbled out. “I mean, it’s Bharat’s time to come. The other day, he suddenly came and grabbed me like this and kissed me, so I hit him.”
Gowtham had burst out laughing. “Oh no… Poor boy, seeing this beautiful waist, maybe he got carried away, and you hit him for that?”
“Ha… Why didn’t you even call to say you were coming…” Geetha had quickly changed the subject, her cheeks still warm.
“I wanted to surprise you, but you surprised me,” he’d countered, a playful glint back in his eyes.
“What did I give you?” she’d feigned innocence.
“Hey, you silly girl, you said Bharat…” he’d teased, his eyes narrowing slightly.
She hadn't known what to do. Her gaze fell to Gowtham’s lips, and acting on instinct, she grabbed his shoulder, pulling him closer. She kissed him sweetly, a desperate attempt to erase his suspicion. Gowtham deepened the kiss, taking her upper lip between his, pinning her against the wall in a passionate embrace.
When their lips finally parted, Gowtham’s hand went to her saree pallu, pulling it away. He buried his face in her cleavage, his lips leaving a trail of kisses.
“Umm…” Geetha sighed, a tremor running through her.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “You said the boy kissed you, where?”
“Please don’t ask me such things and make me uncomfortable,” Geetha pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.
“Tell me,” he insisted, his gaze unwavering.
With her right index finger, she pointed to the side of her left shoulder, just below her neck. “Here.”
Gowtham immediately bent down, his lips finding the spot she indicated.
“Ah… Mmm,” Geetha moaned, a mix of surprise and pleasure.
They held each other tightly, a silent understanding passing between them.
“Did you corrupt the boy who comes for tuition with your beauty?” Gowtham teased, pulling her even tighter, his lips grazing her neck.
“Sss… No…” Geetha whispered, her breath catching.
“Where else did he kiss you?” he pressed, his voice soft but persistent.
“On the lips,” she confessed, her voice almost inaudible.
Gowtham stiffened, tilting his head back to meet her eyes. Geetha bit her tongue, her gaze flitting away shyly.
A nagging question echoed in her mind: Why was Gowtham asking all these questions?
“Please, darling, forget about it,” she pleaded, a knot forming in her stomach.
“Hey… Why… He must have found something good. Tell me, how did it feel when he did that?” he cajoled, his expression unreadable.
“Aren’t you angry, darling?” she asked, a tentative hope in her voice.
“Why would I be? Tell me, you didn’t do anything wrong. It would be wrong if you did it without my knowledge, but you’re telling me, so what’s the problem?” Gowtham said, his tone reassuring.
“But…” Geetha began, still unsure.
“It’s okay, alright…” he interrupted, a gentle smile on his face.
Geetha remained in a state of surprise, unable to fully comprehend Gowtham’s calm reaction.
Still holding her close, their lips entwined, from kitchen they moved into the hall. They paused there, and Geetha’s fingers went to the buttons of Gowtham’s shirt, unfastening them one by one. Her hands then moved to his trousers, unzipping them, and sliding inside. Her fingers found his erection, caressing it with a soft touch.
“Ha…” Gowtham gasped, a shiver running through him.
Their lips met again, a fiery kiss. As her fingers and nails traced his length, his pants stretched taut, and his penis sprang free. It was the first time Geetha had seen Gowtham’s dick clearly. A tremor ran through her legs at the sight.
Gowtham, however, was confused by the subtle shift in Geetha’s demeanor. He held her face, stopping her movements, and kissed her cheeks. “Umm… Hey girl, is that you?”
“Hah…” Geetha breathed, her eyes wide.
She squeezed his penis tightly with four fingers, a sudden surge of boldness coursing through her.
“Ha… Geetha, fu…” Gowtham gasped, his body trembling.
She released him and took his left hand, guiding it to her breasts. He gently squeezed her right breast, and her bra hooks came undone. His hand slipped inside, his fingers kneading her flesh.
“Iss…” Geetha hissed, her breath hitched.
Her hand, in turn, found his penis again. Even though Gowtham’s penis wasn’t particularly large, she lovingly touched and squeezed it, a newfound fascination in her touch.
Gowtham was panting, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Geetha knelt before him, her gaze fixed on his penis. A new curiosity sparked within Gowtham, wondering what she would do next.
Ramya’s words, a distant memory, echoed in Geetha’s mind. The first time she’d seen her husband’s masculinity, a wave of new, lustful thoughts, naughty desires, and wicked excitement had washed over her. Hesitantly, she brought her face closer to Gowtham’s dick, studying it. Despite a faint scent, she ignored it, and then, she kissed his glands. A low groan escaped Gowtham’s lips.
“You watch too much porn, you silly girl,” Gowtham chuckled, his voice husky.
“Darling, do you like it if I do this…” she asked, looking up into his eyes, a playful, lustful glint in her own.
A mischievous smile spread across Gowtham’s face. “I don’t know either, I never felt like asking you. Now that you’ve kissed it, I like it.”
She lowered two fingers, caressing Gowtham’s testicles. Her wet lips sought his dick head once more, another soft kiss. Gowtham trembled with pleasure, his hand finding the back of Geetha’s head, holding her close.
“Darling, ask me anything, my friend told me she does this when her man asks… You ask me,” Geetha whispered, her voice laced with a newfound boldness.
This was the first time Geetha had ever spoken so intimately about such things. Gowtham found himself intoxicated by her words, a delicious warmth spreading through him.
Gowtham moved his hips, rubbing the glans of his dick against her lips, a silent invitation.
The next moment, he looked into his wife’s eyes, his own filled with desire. “I want you, Geetha…suck me bangaru ”
Geetha lifted her eyelids, her gaze meeting his with love. She opened her mouth, and his penis slipped between her lips. A pleasurable “ah…” escaped his lips.
She took his penis completely into her mouth, sucking it three times before releasing it. He moved it in her lips three more times, his veins filling with blood, his moans growing louder.
She tilted her head back, and he ejaculated on the pallu of her saree around her neck.
Geetha knew Gowtham couldn’t last long. She wiped away the evidence with her pallu and came up to hug him.
“You don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable, that’s why I didn’t ask,” Gowtham said, his voice soft, almost apologetic.
“Darling, we need to get much closer, I don’t know why, but I feel like we’re not doing well in this matter,” Geetha confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
Gowtham held Geetha’s face, looked into her eyes, and kissed her tenderly. “I know, darling, I just realized it recently.”
He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom, and gently seated her on the bed.
Then, he began to untie her saree. Kissing her, Gowtham asked, “Where did you put it?”
Pointing to the table next to them, Geetha replied, “It’s in the drawer.”
Gowtham opened the drawer, retrieved the dildo, and returned to the bed. He kissed Geetha, moved her panty aside, turned the dildo on, and pressed it against her pussy. Her labia trembled, her body shivered, and she closed her eyes. “Ah darling,” she breathed, leaning onto Gowtham’s shoulders.
Gowtham pushed it two inches into her pussy. Geetha spread her legs even wider, welcoming it, and began to move her hips. He continued to stimulate her, his gaze fixed on her face. He pulled her face to his, kissing her lips, never breaking the rhythm of his movements.
As Geetha moaned lustfully, her face a canvas of pleasure, Gowtham’s own organ began to stir back to life. He sat next to her, continuing to stimulate his wife’s pussy with the plastic penis. Geetha leaned on one elbow, her other hand reaching for the back of Gowtham’s head, pulling him closer for another kiss.
“Mmm darling, you never did all this when you were here?” Geetha murmured, her voice husky with desire.
“Why talk about all that now, bangaru,” Gowtham replied, a sly grin playing on his lips. “If I couldn’t stop myself seeing you on video call, now that I see you like this,” Geetha looked at him lustfully, releasing his head and taking hold of his penis. “Ah.”
Caressing his penis, Geetha purred, “This time, it looks like it’ll be for the second round.”
Gowtham climbed onto the bed and sat near Geetha’s face. As he bent down and stimulated her pussy with the vibrator, Geetha took his penis into her mouth again.
“Ah.. no fucking?” Gowtham questioned, a hint of playful impatience in his voice.
“Umm… Let’s do it like this today…” she said, taking it in again and sucking. Even though her husband’s penis was small, she lovingly licked and tasted it, her movements slow and deliberate.
“Your wish, ha,” Gowtham chuckled, his eyes heavy with pleasure.
She released his organ, leaned back, and swayed, stopping Gowtham’s hand, reaching her own climax. Gowtham then tossed the vibrator aside and kissed Geetha’s neck. Geetha, however, picked up his penis again and started sucking. Gowtham stopped her, took it out, and let her hold it in her hand. As he moved it, it ejaculated into her hand.
———
The college bell shrilled, and Geetha stepped out, the day's lessons already a blur.
Geetha’s eyes caught sight of Bharat and Vikas near the bakery, and she called out to Bharath.
He neared her.
“What is it, Miss?” Bharat asked, his voice tinged with a familiar shyness.
“Why didn't you come for tuition yesterday?” Geetha inquired, a hint of concern in her tone. Bharat hesitated, his gaze flickering away. “What happened? Can’t you tell me?” she pressed gently.
“Well, Miss, if I tell you, you’ll feel uncomfortable,” he mumbled, his discomfort palpable.
Geetha raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity igniting. “Really? What is it?”
Bharat, still avoiding her gaze, shifted on his feet. “Miss, should I come today?”
“Why not?” Geetha asked, puzzled by his evasiveness.
“I’ll come Miss, I’ll tell you after I get home,” he insisted, then quickly made his exit with Vikas.
Puzzled and a little annoyed, Geetha wondered what could be so secretive. She shrugged and headed home, the mystery nagging at her.
The moment she reached her door, it swung open, revealing Gowtham, a warm smile gracing his lips.
“Good evening, Madam,” he greeted, his eyes twinkling.
“Hey… You’re too much,” Geetha playfully retorted, a smile spreading across her face.
Before she could react, Gowtham’s hand closed around hers, and he pulled her into the bedroom, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Oh, I just got here, wait,” Geetha protested, though her resistance was half-hearted.
He swiftly pinned her against the wardrobe, cupped her face, and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. A soft moan escaped Geetha’s lips.
“Ha… It’s Valentine’s Day today, darling, i forgot in the morning ,” Gowtham whispered against her mouth.
“I love you,” she responded, her voice a soft murmur.
“I love you too”
Their lips met again, a deeper, more lingering kiss. As their bodies pressed together, arms wrapped tightly around each other, Gowtham’s kisses trailed down her neck, sending a delicious surge of heat through her. With a playful shove, she pushed him back, and he tumbled onto the bed. Geetha, now above him, began unbuttoning his shirt, her lips following the line of his throat.
He effortlessly flipped her, laying her beneath him, and shed his own shirt. Geetha sat up, her hands finding the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. Their lips met once more, a fiery exchange of desire.
“Hah… I can’t believe these lips have tasted someone else, Geetha,” Gowtham said, a hint of something unreadable in his voice.
“Don’t remind me of that again, umm,” she replied, a faint blush creeping up her neck.
—-
Just last evening, in the warmth of the kitchen, she’d felt an embrace from behind.
Expecting Bharat, she’d turned, only to find Gowtham, a wide smile on his face.
“Why did you say Bharat?” Gowtham had asked, his smile faltering slightly.
Geetha had been caught off guard, her mind racing for an explanation. The first thing that popped into her head tumbled out. “I mean, it’s Bharat’s time to come. The other day, he suddenly came and grabbed me like this and kissed me, so I hit him.”
Gowtham had burst out laughing. “Oh no… Poor boy, seeing this beautiful waist, maybe he got carried away, and you hit him for that?”
“Ha… Why didn’t you even call to say you were coming…” Geetha had quickly changed the subject, her cheeks still warm.
“I wanted to surprise you, but you surprised me,” he’d countered, a playful glint back in his eyes.
“What did I give you?” she’d feigned innocence.
“Hey, you silly girl, you said Bharat…” he’d teased, his eyes narrowing slightly.
She hadn't known what to do. Her gaze fell to Gowtham’s lips, and acting on instinct, she grabbed his shoulder, pulling him closer. She kissed him sweetly, a desperate attempt to erase his suspicion. Gowtham deepened the kiss, taking her upper lip between his, pinning her against the wall in a passionate embrace.
When their lips finally parted, Gowtham’s hand went to her saree pallu, pulling it away. He buried his face in her cleavage, his lips leaving a trail of kisses.
“Umm…” Geetha sighed, a tremor running through her.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “You said the boy kissed you, where?”
“Please don’t ask me such things and make me uncomfortable,” Geetha pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.
“Tell me,” he insisted, his gaze unwavering.
With her right index finger, she pointed to the side of her left shoulder, just below her neck. “Here.”
Gowtham immediately bent down, his lips finding the spot she indicated.
“Ah… Mmm,” Geetha moaned, a mix of surprise and pleasure.
They held each other tightly, a silent understanding passing between them.
“Did you corrupt the boy who comes for tuition with your beauty?” Gowtham teased, pulling her even tighter, his lips grazing her neck.
“Sss… No…” Geetha whispered, her breath catching.
“Where else did he kiss you?” he pressed, his voice soft but persistent.
“On the lips,” she confessed, her voice almost inaudible.
Gowtham stiffened, tilting his head back to meet her eyes. Geetha bit her tongue, her gaze flitting away shyly.
A nagging question echoed in her mind: Why was Gowtham asking all these questions?
“Please, darling, forget about it,” she pleaded, a knot forming in her stomach.
“Hey… Why… He must have found something good. Tell me, how did it feel when he did that?” he cajoled, his expression unreadable.
“Aren’t you angry, darling?” she asked, a tentative hope in her voice.
“Why would I be? Tell me, you didn’t do anything wrong. It would be wrong if you did it without my knowledge, but you’re telling me, so what’s the problem?” Gowtham said, his tone reassuring.
“But…” Geetha began, still unsure.
“It’s okay, alright…” he interrupted, a gentle smile on his face.
Geetha remained in a state of surprise, unable to fully comprehend Gowtham’s calm reaction.
Still holding her close, their lips entwined, from kitchen they moved into the hall. They paused there, and Geetha’s fingers went to the buttons of Gowtham’s shirt, unfastening them one by one. Her hands then moved to his trousers, unzipping them, and sliding inside. Her fingers found his erection, caressing it with a soft touch.
“Ha…” Gowtham gasped, a shiver running through him.
Their lips met again, a fiery kiss. As her fingers and nails traced his length, his pants stretched taut, and his penis sprang free. It was the first time Geetha had seen Gowtham’s dick clearly. A tremor ran through her legs at the sight.
Gowtham, however, was confused by the subtle shift in Geetha’s demeanor. He held her face, stopping her movements, and kissed her cheeks. “Umm… Hey girl, is that you?”
“Hah…” Geetha breathed, her eyes wide.
She squeezed his penis tightly with four fingers, a sudden surge of boldness coursing through her.
“Ha… Geetha, fu…” Gowtham gasped, his body trembling.
She released him and took his left hand, guiding it to her breasts. He gently squeezed her right breast, and her bra hooks came undone. His hand slipped inside, his fingers kneading her flesh.
“Iss…” Geetha hissed, her breath hitched.
Her hand, in turn, found his penis again. Even though Gowtham’s penis wasn’t particularly large, she lovingly touched and squeezed it, a newfound fascination in her touch.
Gowtham was panting, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Geetha knelt before him, her gaze fixed on his penis. A new curiosity sparked within Gowtham, wondering what she would do next.
Ramya’s words, a distant memory, echoed in Geetha’s mind. The first time she’d seen her husband’s masculinity, a wave of new, lustful thoughts, naughty desires, and wicked excitement had washed over her. Hesitantly, she brought her face closer to Gowtham’s dick, studying it. Despite a faint scent, she ignored it, and then, she kissed his glands. A low groan escaped Gowtham’s lips.
“You watch too much porn, you silly girl,” Gowtham chuckled, his voice husky.
“Darling, do you like it if I do this…” she asked, looking up into his eyes, a playful, lustful glint in her own.
A mischievous smile spread across Gowtham’s face. “I don’t know either, I never felt like asking you. Now that you’ve kissed it, I like it.”
She lowered two fingers, caressing Gowtham’s testicles. Her wet lips sought his dick head once more, another soft kiss. Gowtham trembled with pleasure, his hand finding the back of Geetha’s head, holding her close.
“Darling, ask me anything, my friend told me she does this when her man asks… You ask me,” Geetha whispered, her voice laced with a newfound boldness.
This was the first time Geetha had ever spoken so intimately about such things. Gowtham found himself intoxicated by her words, a delicious warmth spreading through him.
Gowtham moved his hips, rubbing the glans of his dick against her lips, a silent invitation.
The next moment, he looked into his wife’s eyes, his own filled with desire. “I want you, Geetha…suck me bangaru ”
Geetha lifted her eyelids, her gaze meeting his with love. She opened her mouth, and his penis slipped between her lips. A pleasurable “ah…” escaped his lips.
She took his penis completely into her mouth, sucking it three times before releasing it. He moved it in her lips three more times, his veins filling with blood, his moans growing louder.
She tilted her head back, and he ejaculated on the pallu of her saree around her neck.
Geetha knew Gowtham couldn’t last long. She wiped away the evidence with her pallu and came up to hug him.
“You don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable, that’s why I didn’t ask,” Gowtham said, his voice soft, almost apologetic.
“Darling, we need to get much closer, I don’t know why, but I feel like we’re not doing well in this matter,” Geetha confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
Gowtham held Geetha’s face, looked into her eyes, and kissed her tenderly. “I know, darling, I just realized it recently.”
He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom, and gently seated her on the bed.
Then, he began to untie her saree. Kissing her, Gowtham asked, “Where did you put it?”
Pointing to the table next to them, Geetha replied, “It’s in the drawer.”
Gowtham opened the drawer, retrieved the dildo, and returned to the bed. He kissed Geetha, moved her panty aside, turned the dildo on, and pressed it against her pussy. Her labia trembled, her body shivered, and she closed her eyes. “Ah darling,” she breathed, leaning onto Gowtham’s shoulders.
Gowtham pushed it two inches into her pussy. Geetha spread her legs even wider, welcoming it, and began to move her hips. He continued to stimulate her, his gaze fixed on her face. He pulled her face to his, kissing her lips, never breaking the rhythm of his movements.
As Geetha moaned lustfully, her face a canvas of pleasure, Gowtham’s own organ began to stir back to life. He sat next to her, continuing to stimulate his wife’s pussy with the plastic penis. Geetha leaned on one elbow, her other hand reaching for the back of Gowtham’s head, pulling him closer for another kiss.
“Mmm darling, you never did all this when you were here?” Geetha murmured, her voice husky with desire.
“Why talk about all that now, bangaru,” Gowtham replied, a sly grin playing on his lips. “If I couldn’t stop myself seeing you on video call, now that I see you like this,” Geetha looked at him lustfully, releasing his head and taking hold of his penis. “Ah.”
Caressing his penis, Geetha purred, “This time, it looks like it’ll be for the second round.”
Gowtham climbed onto the bed and sat near Geetha’s face. As he bent down and stimulated her pussy with the vibrator, Geetha took his penis into her mouth again.
“Ah.. no fucking?” Gowtham questioned, a hint of playful impatience in his voice.
“Umm… Let’s do it like this today…” she said, taking it in again and sucking. Even though her husband’s penis was small, she lovingly licked and tasted it, her movements slow and deliberate.
“Your wish, ha,” Gowtham chuckled, his eyes heavy with pleasure.
She released his organ, leaned back, and swayed, stopping Gowtham’s hand, reaching her own climax. Gowtham then tossed the vibrator aside and kissed Geetha’s neck. Geetha, however, picked up his penis again and started sucking. Gowtham stopped her, took it out, and let her hold it in her hand. As he moved it, it ejaculated into her hand.
———
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