Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Currently, Geetha lifted her saree and langa, sitting between his legs. He unzipped his pants and pulled them off. He then pulled down her panty, letting it slide down one leg. He leaned over Geetha and slid inside her.


“Sss…” Geetha hissed, a soft sound of pleasure.

She wrapped her arms around Gowtham’s back, hugging him tightly. He began thrusting, his movements furious and uninhibited.

“Ha… darling,” Geetha gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

“Ha, tell me,” Gowtham urged, his voice strained.

“Slow… Do it slowly,” she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.

“Hah…” Gowtham moaned, but he didn’t slow down. He continued his relentless thrusting, and Geetha, lost in the throes of passion, kissed him with equal fervor.

“Darling, please stop,” Geetha begged, her voice strained.

“Ah, I can’t stop, Geetha, umm…” he groaned, his body consumed by desire.

She held Gowtham’s face, her gaze locking with his. “Listen to what I’m saying, darling, do it slowly…”

She knew Gowtham wasn’t like that; he was usually quick. 

“Darling, relax… Hmm… Do it slowly.”

Gowtham, on the verge of ejaculation with two more thrusts, suddenly froze. He took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes meeting hers.

“Ah… Slowly, slowly, do it,” Geetha urged, her voice a soft command.

He slowly thrust and pulled back, the deliberate pace sending shivers of pleasure through Geetha. She closed her eyes, bit her lips, and squeezed Gowtham’s neck with her fingers.

“Yes… Darling… That’s it.” He repeated the movement, slowly, deliberately. “Do it like that.”

Geetha had never commanded Gowtham with her voice in bed, only with gestures; this was the first time. Seeing the raw desire on her face, he became even more aroused. He thrust hard once, and she groaned, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Ha… Yes… Do it, ah, don’t stop…fuck” she whispered, her voice breathless.

He slowly thrust and pulled his penis in and out of her pussy, the slow, deliberate friction building immense pleasure within Geetha as her husband rubbed her wet pussy folds. As she held Gowtham’s hips and swayed lustfully and slowly, she brought her face to his and sucked his lips.

“Mmm… Yes, just like that.” He couldn’t hold back anymore and ejaculated, collapsing next to her, panting heavily.



After a while, Gowtham got up and moved off the bed. This was the second time Geetha had seen Gowtham completely naked. He walked to the side table, picked up a packet from his bag. It contained a dress. He took it out and showed it to her.

It was a white night robe, made of thin velvet fabric, with a drawstring at the waist and loose sleeves. Geetha smiled when she saw it.

“Who did you buy that for?” she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“For you.”

Geetha pouted playfully. “I won’t wear it.”

Gowtham chuckled. “Why not?”

“Oh, how can I wear that? I’m not used to it. Besides, if I wear that, everything will be visible, is there anything else?” she protested, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Hey, wear it,” he insisted, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

He climbed back onto the bed, sat in front of Geetha, and kissed her lips. “Some people abroad wear those even if they’re not beautiful, you wear it, I want to see how sexy you look.”

Slowly, he pulled down Geetha’s langa, moved her saree aside, and gently made Geetha naked under the blanket. Geetha was surprised by the sudden change in Gowtham, a newfound assertiveness in his actions.

“But…” she began.

“No ‘buts,’ just wear it and show me now,” he interrupted, his voice firm but playful.

She sat holding the blanket over her breasts with her left hand. He offered the dress to her right hand. “Close your eyes,” she said, her voice a whisper.

He closed them. Her bra was under Gowtham’s foot, and when she tried to pull it, he stopped her. “Don’t need these, just wear that.”

“What? I can’t. You’re acting so strange,” she protested, a mix of shock and amusement in her voice.

“I’m not doing anything, just wear it,” he replied, his eyes still closed.

“Do I have to?” she asked, a hint of exasperation in her tone.

“You’re asking again, wear it quickly, how long do I have to keep my eyes closed?” he teased.

That was it. She knelt and quickly pulled on the dress.

“Ya over,” she announced, a shy smile on her face.

He opened his eyes and looked. He was behind Geetha. Her buttocks were high and alluring, perfectly framed by the sheer fabric. He knelt behind Geetha and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck.

“Mmm… Let me go, you said you’d look and then you didn’t even look, what is this…” Geetha murmured, a playful complaint.

Geetha got off the bed and stood up. The dress’s sleeves were loose, but the rest of it hugged her body, showing off her curves. Her left nipple was also visible through the thin fabric. He got up too, stepped off the bed, and hugged Geetha tightly.

“Ha… Geetha, how sexy you look…” Gowtham breathed, his voice filled with admiration.

“Oh, that’s enough, it’s not the right time,” Geetha said, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

He immediately pulled her onto bed, untied the drawstring at her waist. He bent down, his lips finding her breasts, kissing them passionately.



“Mmm… Darling, should I call Bharat and tell him not to come? You’re in a good mood,” Geetha suggested, her voice laced with playful seduction.

As he held her breasts, kissed her, Geetha laid him down and climbed on top, rubbing his penis on her pussy. It wasn't getting fully erect. She sighed slightly, then moved back, bent down, lifted his soft organ, and licked it below.

“Uff, need to rest stop,” Gowtham groaned, his body trembling.

“I’ll take care of it, you stay calm darling. If you go to Canada, I won’t get you until I come,” Geetha whispered, her determination clear.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

The insistent trill of the phone cut through the morning stillness. "It must be Bharath, put on your clothes," Geetha murmured, picking up the fallen saree from Gautam’s slackened grip. 

Gautam pulled on his pants, then stopped her.

"Don't bother with the saree," he said, a glint in his eye. "Stay like this all day."

Geetha demurred, "I'll wear it again tonight, but Bharat is here now, isn't he?" 

Gautam simply put on his shirt. "It's fine, stay like this."

"Are you crazy?" she asked, bewildered. 

He closed the distance between them, kissed her nose, and whispered, "Stay like this and see what Bharat says when he sees you." Geetha couldn't fathom his reasoning. Gautam, however, was eager to witness how her beauty would captivate another man.

He went to the door and opened it.

"Hi, sir," Bharat greeted, stepping inside.

"Hi, Bharat, how are you?" Gautam replied.

"I'm fine, sir. Did you come yesterday? Miss didn't tell me you were coming."

Gautam chuckled. "Haha... I surprised your Miss." Bharat settled onto the sofa as Geetha entered, offering a polite greeting.

"Why didn't you come yesterday, Bharat?" she asked.

Bharat froze for a moment, his gaze fixed on Geetha. Her fair thighs, the clinging robe perfectly outlining her curves, held him captive. A slight tremor touched his lips, a detail Gautam didn't miss. 

In a fleeting two seconds, Bharat’s eyes devoured Geetha from head to toe. Geetha, suddenly shy, couldn't meet his gaze directly.

Why did he ask me to stay like this when he said no? Wasn't what he did the other day enough? she wondered, her mind racing.

"Okay, sit down, I'll be back," she mumbled, quickly retreating to the kitchen.

"Bharat..." Gautam’s voice was a gentle probe, but Bharat remained oblivious, his eyes still following Geetha’s retreating figure.

"Bharat!" Gautam repeated, a touch more firmly. This time, Bharat snapped to attention, quickly turning towards him.

"Oh! ... Sir."

"Why didn't you come yesterday? Your Miss asked, won't you tell her?" Gautam pressed.

"Sir, that..." Bharat stammered.

"That what?" Gautam moved to sit beside him, a hand resting on Bharat's shoulder. Bharat lowered his head, a soft chuckle escaping him.

"What happened, why are you laughing?" Gautam inquired.

"Sir, I came yesterday, but then you and Miss... in the kitchen..." Bharat trailed off.

"Ha..." Gautam prompted.

"So I left. I didn't want to disturb you."

Gautam burst into laughter. "Hahaha... You're a good boy."

Geetha reappeared, drawn by the sound. "Why the laughter?"

"You scared the poor boy," Gautam teased.

"Oh, what did I do?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"He said he saw us in the kitchen yesterday and went back home."

Geetha immediately pouted, casting a reproachful glance at Bharat, whose face was a picture of anxious amusement. She then turned an angry look at Gautam before retreating to the bedroom. Gautam followed.

"What happened, come here," he coaxed.

"I can't be like this in front of him," she insisted.

"Oh, it's nothing?"

"He's my student."

Gautam leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "Oh, you thought he was a student when you kissed him?" His words, laced with playful innuendo about Bharat, sent a tingling sensation through Geetha’s thighs. She couldn't bring herself to confess the warm feeling Bharat stirred within her. Shyly, she hid her face.

"That was a mistake, wasn't it?" she murmured. "I told you, why are you teasing me about it?"

"Can I ask you something else, will you tell me?" Gautam pressed.

"Ha..." she agreed.

"He comes every day, doesn't he? Has he ever stared intently at you?"

"Why are you asking this?" Geetha's brow furrowed.

"Tell me, does your beauty disturb him? And why wouldn't it?"

Geetha, secretly pleased, responded with a soft "ya..."

"He said you look good in a churidar, did you ask him what he liked about you?" Gautam continued.

"Stop, stop, why are you asking this at all?" she protested, though a faint blush colored her cheeks.

"I feel very proud when someone else praises my wife," Gautam declared.

"That's enough," Geetha said. "I just need to be visible to you, why to everyone?"

"Yes, but I feel like I need some change. You're so beautiful, I feel like you could wear modern dresses instead of always these sarees and salwar suits."

Geetha found no fault in Gautam’s words. Teasingly pinching Gautam’s nose, she asked, "Why these desires now, when you didn't have them when we were newly married?"

"It seems your beauty is increasing day by day," he replied, smiling. Geetha returned his smile, shyness blossoming on her cheeks.

"As you wish," she conceded.

"Come on, your student might leave again."

"Let him go if he wants," she retorted playfully.

Later, Geetha had no choice but to engage with Bharat for his tuition, yet a lingering discomfort clung to her. This particular dress was even more revealing than the last; a slight bend would expose her panty. Taking a deep breath, she resolved to manage the situation and sat down beside Bharat.

Bharat, whose face was buried in his book, immediately glanced at her thighs as she settled. Geetha noticed. She subtly pinched his hand, and he instantly averted his gaze.

As Geetha pulled out the Maths book and began explaining, she instinctively leaned closer to Bharat, her hand resting behind his back as she watched him solve problems. Just then, Gautam entered, sitting on the sofa to their right, observing Geetha's close proximity to Bharat. When she met his gaze, he offered a faint smile. Geetha felt a slight tremor.

Bharat, meanwhile, was oblivious to the shift in the room; his movements had ceased the moment Geetha's touch. The velvet of Geetha's dress felt soft against his right hand, and through the thin fabric, he could feel the warmth of her body.

Gautam remained seated, impassive. Geetha then retrieved a drawing book from Bharat's bag. "You know, darling," she said to Gautam, "he draws very well."

"Oh, really? Nice, Bharat," Gautam responded.

"Here, look." She held the book with her right hand, her left hand pressed against the tea pot, and leaned forward, deliberately allowing Gautam a glimpse of her cleavage. She looked at him intensely before handing him the book. At that precise moment, Bharat looked up to see what she was offering. 

Right before his eyes, Geetha's dress lifted slightly, revealing the lower edges of her off-white panty. His eyes widened. The lower curves of Geetha's soft, "cotton-pillow-like" buttocks came into view, and his crotch throbbed. He quickly placed a hand there, attempting to regain control. 

Gautam took the book with a faint smile, admiring Geetha's beauty.

They were unaware of Bharat's silent observation. Geetha sat back down as Gautam flipped through the pages. "Oh, it's true, they're good," he commented, then looked at Bharat, who could only nod, speechless. Geetha glanced at Bharat; he looked troubled.

"What happened, Bharat?" she asked. "Won't you at least thank Gautam sir?"

Looking towards Gautam, Bharat stammered, "Th-Thanks, sir." His shoulders trembled. He felt it was wrong for him to be there. Sensing his discomfort, Geetha leaned over and whispered in his ear, "What happened, boy?"

"Miss, I'm leaving," he replied.

"Why?"

"You seem to be in a different mood. Did I disturb you?"

She held his hand. "No, it's not like that..."

"What, will you only tell your teacher, not me?" Gautam interjected.

"He says he's leaving?" Geetha explained to Gautam.

"Why, no tuition today?" Gautam inquired of Bharat.

"That is, sir..."

"How about watching a new movie then?" 

At the mention of a movie, Bharat felt a flicker of hope, and the thought of escaping studying appealed to him.

"Ha sir, let's watch," he agreed eagerly.

"Hey, study! No movie or anything. You go and sleep, you have to leave early morning tomorrow," Geetha countered, firm in her resolve.

"Miss, please Miss, let's watch a movie," Bharat pleaded.

"Hey, the movie will be over by nine, how will you go home so late at night?"

"Miss, I came on my bicycle, it's fine, Miss." It was then that she noticed Bharat's erection.

Why is he like that now? So, earlier... Oh God... did he see that? Oh no, what do I do now?

"No, I won't agree, he has to study," she stated firmly.

"Why are you stressing now? Is it just studying, Geetha? Let him watch, he says he wants to watch a movie," Gautam urged.

"Sir, you..." She had no more words.

"Please Miss, if you say no, then no," Bharat said, his voice laced with resignation. Geetha watched as he spoke, noting the sway between his thighs.

Does he even know what that is? Ugh!

"Tell me, Miss, if you say no, then no," he repeated.

"Do what you want," she finally conceded, pouting at Gautam.

Gautam received a call and stepped outside to talk. As soon as he left, Geetha pinched Bharat.

"Ah... Miss!" he exclaimed softly.

"Won't you study? Do you want movies?" she scolded.

"Sir said we could watch, Miss, that's why," he defended himself.

"So you should have said you'd study, don't you have manners?"

He smiled, his gaze dropping to Geetha's thighs, then back to her eyes, then down to her thighs again. She instinctively pulled the edges of her dress down.

"Miss, this dress looks even better, you look very sexy," he whispered. Geetha's cheeks flushed.

"Oh, go away!" she exclaimed, a mix of shyness and discomfort.

Bharat moved closer, his face near her ear. "Miss, tell me the truth, did I disturb you when I came? Sorry, Miss."

"No, it's not like that," she replied. He inhaled deeply at her neck.

"Ah... Miss, you are so hot." As Bharat uttered those words, her nipples hardened. He pressed his nose into her neck and rubbed.

"Ah... Bharat, no," she breathed, her voice a fragile protest.

"Miss, tell me the truth, what would you have done if I hadn't come?" Geetha couldn't stop smiling with shyness, covering her face with her hands.

"Chee, go away, Bharat, you shouldn't ask me such things."

"Miss, I saw your panty earlier, it was off-white. Uff!" She was shocked; she hadn't expected such a bold statement from him. "I want to lick your thighs again, Miss."

“Oh!... What is he saying? He's becoming so naughty. 

Geetha, you've given him too much leeway.”

"Shameless, is this how you talk to your teacher?"

Just then, Gautam re-entered. Bharat instantly fell silent, sitting ramrod straight. Geetha, too, stiffened. Gautam didn't seem to have heard anything.

"That, sir... it's nothing," Bharat mumbled.

"If it's nothing, why is she pinching you? Tell me."

"He praised me," Geetha quickly interjected. Bharat grew even more anxious.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"What did you praise her about?" Gautam asked, curious. Geetha averted her gaze, as if the conversation had nothing to do with her.

"Uh... well... miss is hot...", Bharat stammered, his face falling. 

Gautam laughed heartily. Geetha, pleased, lowered her face and chuckled.

"It's okay, Bharat, why are you so tense about this?" Gautam said, still amused. "Is your Geetha teacher really hot?" Bharat also lowered his face and, in a hushed voice, replied, "Y-yes, Gautam sir, teacher is very sexy."

Gautam let out another laugh. "Hahaha..." He came and sat next to Geetha. "Did you hear that, Madam? What your student said?" Geetha, overwhelmed with shyness, buried her face in Gautam's lap.

Gautam believed Geetha was simply enjoying a harmless flirtation with Bharat. She had told him the kiss was a mistake, and that Bharat had praised her, but she hadn't revealed her true feelings. Gautam saw this as a welcome diversion for Geetha, who often spent her days alone. As Bharat spoke of Geetha, a subtle sense of pride swelled within Gautam.

Bharat got up, took the TV remote, and opened Prime, selecting a movie he had recently watched. He then turned off the lights. Geetha rose and rearranged herself on the sofa. Bharat sat on the left end, Gautam on the right, and Geetha in the middle, holding Gautam's left hand and resting her head on his shoulder.

All three watched the movie. Initially, Bharat was engrossed, but after a while, he became acutely aware of his "sexy teacher's" thighs next to him and turned his gaze in her direction. While Geetha and Gautam were focused on the screen, Bharat silently reveled in the sight of Geetha's left thigh. His hands itched to touch it, but fear held him back. He couldn't concentrate on the movie at all; his eyes were drawn to Geetha and Gautam, cuddling together.

Slowly, he lowered his right hand, pressing it against the sofa cushion, and then moved it forward, lightly tracing Geetha's thigh like a peacock feather. Geetha tingled and flinched, shifting her leg. Bharat nervously pulled his hand back immediately.

“What is he doing now, trying to touch me? No, Bharat, don't touch me, it's already cold”, she thought, a confusing mix of apprehension and something else.

After a moment, he touched her again in the same delicate way. A shiver ran down Geetha's spine. Even with Gautam so close, she felt a peculiar intoxication from the warmth of Bharat’s hand. She thought for a moment, leaned back, lifted her left hand, and placed it on the sofa behind Bharat's head. As expected, Bharat moved further down the sofa. Geetha continued to watch the TV, feigning unawareness.

Bharat leaned back, shifting his weight down, and moved a little closer to Geetha, placing his face under her armpit, seeking her scent. He sniffed, exhaling a warm breath once. Through the thin fabric, that warmth touched her delicate skin, sending waves of heat through her body that dissipated between her legs. Her body, almost against her will, moved even closer to Bharat. She glanced at Gautam once; he was engrossed in the TV. She moved a little closer still. Bharat's head touched her elbow, and she froze, then looked down.

Bharat wasn't watching the movie at all; his face was buried under her armpit, eyes closed as if sleeping, and he was sniffing.

“Ah... Geetha, what are you doing? You're going crazy, 

giving him this much attention right next to your husband!”

Bharat opened his eyes. Geetha quickly looked back at the TV, shyly. He had caught her. He chuckled. He lifted his head and kissed her armpit. Geetha trembled. Her desire intensified, and she pursed her lips, tightening her grip on Gautam's left hand. Gautam looked at her.

"I'm cold," Geetha mumbled.

"Hmm..." Gautam replied. While Bharat was igniting a warmth within her by inhaling her scent, Gautam kissed her forehead. Her passion was escalating.

A few minutes later, still watching TV, Bharat kissed her armpit again. She held her breath, suppressing her trembling. She immediately lowered her raised hand. Even as she moved closer to Gautam, the internal heat drew Bharat closer, simultaneously holding her back.

Confused, she looked at Bharat, who was now watching TV. She chuckled, a nervous sound. She didn't know what to do. Just then, Bharat glanced at her thighs again. Seeing this, Geetha felt a surge of mischievous desires. But Gautam was right there. She sat up properly and looked down between Bharat’s legs. In the dim TV light, she could see it—it was throbbing. She placed her hand on Bharat once; it was poking through his pants and throbbing. There were no romantic scenes in the movie; she knew it was all because of her. She waited for a while, realizing it would be difficult to remain there. She got up and went to the kitchen.

She drank some water and looked back towards the living room. Bharat was pressing his aroused organ with his left hand. Gautam was completely oblivious. She returned.

"Where did you go?" Gautam asked.

"I went to drink water."

After sitting down, a few minutes later, Bharat slowly touched Geetha's thigh, checking if Gautam was looking. She pinched him with her left hand. Bharat did nothing. A lot of time passed.

"Sir, it's cold, I'll turn off the fan," Bharat finally said.

"Put it low, why turn it off?" Geetha suggested.

"Yeah, turn it off, Bharat, I'm feeling cold too," Gautam added. Bharat got up, turned off the fan, and returned to his seat. The movie interval passed. Only Gautam was truly enjoying the film. Geetha was preoccupied, wondering what Bharat would do next, while Bharat was patiently awaiting an opportunity. Neither of them was genuinely focused on the TV, though their eyes remained fixed on the screen.

Just then, Gautam spoke, "Pause it once, Bharat, I'll go to the washroom." Bharat immediately grabbed the remote and pressed pause. Gautam got up, freeing Geetha's hand, and went to the bedroom.

As soon as Gautam disappeared into the room, Geetha angrily, though lightly, slapped Bharat on the cheek. "Rascal, what are you doing? I told you to study."

"Uh, that, Miss," Bharat stammered.

"Didn't I tell you not to bother me?" she demanded.

"Oh, sorry Miss, but you look super sexy in this dress, you're driving me crazy," he said, laughing softly. Geetha was a mix of shyness and discomfort. She pouted, looking sulky. Bharat's eyes flickered to the bedroom door.

"Miss, please Miss, sit on me," he pleaded.

"Oh, go away, dog!" she snapped.

"Oh, please Miss, please."

"Hey, go away, you've made me angry. Don't come for tuition tomorrow either."

Just then, Gautam emerged from the bedroom. Bharat instantly shut his mouth and sat down, rigid.

An unsettling quiet had settled between Geetha and Bharat. He was absorbed in the television, pointedly ignoring her, and a prickle of neglect began to chafe at her. To stir him, she shifted, leaning against Gautam's lap, her legs rising to rest playfully on Bharat's.

"Hey, why are you putting your legs on him? Take them off," Gautam protested.

"It's okay," Bharat murmured, still not meeting her gaze.

"He says it's okay," Geetha echoed, a subtle triumph in her voice.

Gautam, seemingly unfazed, returned his attention to the screen. Geetha settled her head on Gautam's left thigh, her eyes drifting to Bharat. She watched him, captivated, as his gaze fixed on her fair, luminous thighs. They gleamed even in the subdued light of the television, and she felt his hunger. She feigned interest in the program.

A sudden warmth against the soles of her feet made her shift her leg slightly. Bharat’s steaming erection, then, brushed against her. A flush of heat blossomed between her thighs.

"Ah... is that it...?" The thought barely formed before her leg moved of its own accord, pressing and rubbing against him. Bharat closed his eyes, a jolt of pleasure rippling through him. It swelled, growing even harder.

"No, no," she told herself, a mantra in her mind, yet her foot continued its rhythmic press against his arousal. Bharat swayed gently, a silent tremor. For six breathless minutes, her soft foot shyly caressed that hot rod, a delicious tingle spreading through her body. A flicker of anxiety about what might come next made her pull her leg away.

But Bharat was quicker. He reached out, his hand wrapping around her right leg, stopping her. At his touch, a shiver ran through Geetha's thighs, and she rubbed them together, her labia pressing against her panties, a wave of pleasure washing over her.

Bharat glanced at Gautam, who was still engrossed in the TV. Then, with deliberate precision, Bharat pressed Geetha's big toe against the head of his erection. Geetha brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a moan – "Mmm" – so Gautam wouldn't hear. Still watching TV, Bharat continued to rub his organ against her big toe, sending electric jolts through Geetha's nerves. She held her breath, steadying herself. Fearing Gautam might notice, she gave Bharat a subtle kick, and he released her.

After a moment, she couldn't resist. Geetha herself pressed the sole of her foot against his bulge once more, biting her lips, a look of lust in her eyes. 

"Abba, how big it is, it must be as long as my sole. 

My husband's isn't like this, I'll put his in my mouth..."

"Chee Geetha, what are you thinking?"

Slowly, Bharat slid his hand into the sofa cushion, his fingers brushing the back of Geetha's left knee. A thrill shot through her, and she pressed her big toe against his cock, then released it, watching it spring back and hit him again. Gautam remained genuinely engrossed in the television. Bharat's heart pounded. Geetha, having shed all pretense of shyness, continued to press his cock under her foot. 

"Why is he still letting me do this? How long can he hold it?"

Then, Gautam’s hand descended, slipping under Geetha’s dress near her neck, finding and cupping her left breast. A lightness spread through her body.

"Iss... Andee, what are you doing?" she whispered.

"Ush... Silence," Gautam murmured, his voice low.

He held and squeezed her bubbly boob in his hand. Overcome with an almost unbearable desire, Geetha cradled Bharat's cock between her two big toes. Behind her head, Gautam's own erection rose, brushing against her neck. 

"Geetha, what's happening to you? What are you doing? 

Do you want two men at once?" 

"Cha, why am I thinking like this?" 

A bold thought sparked in her mind: what if she did something with Bharat while Gautam was still right there?

Gautam looked down into her eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face. Geetha, flustered but unable to resist, smiled back. She picked up a sofa cushion beside her and handed it to Gautam.

"Why this?" he asked.

"Put it behind my back."

Gautam, still seemingly oblivious to Bharat, did as she asked. Now, whatever transpired on Gautam's lap would be hidden from Bharat's view. Geetha unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

"Uff, no Geetha, listen to me," Gautam whispered, a note of desperation in his voice.

Bharat's cock, meanwhile, showed no sign of ejaculating, and as she wondered how much longer it would be, an intense itching began in Geetha's pussy. She leaned down and licked Gautam's cock. He moaned.

"Geetha, stop," Gautam pleaded.

But the overwhelming tingling sensations had made Geetha dizzy; Gautam's words were lost to her. She began to suck his cock. Gautam, lost in pleasure, held the cushion, closed his eyes, and leaned back. On the other side, she continued to rub Bharat's cock.

Both men, at the same instant, Gautam holding her head and Bharat holding her legs, stopped her. Their reason was the same: they were close to cumming.

She let out a shaky sigh and sat up. Gautam zipped up his pants, but Bharat's pants remained tented. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of tingling through Geetha’s pussy, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching out with her left hand and squeezing him through the fabric.

Bharat, unable to bear it, leaned in and moaned in her ear. "Ahh... No, Miss, please... I need to go home," he pleaded, his voice thick with urgency. Gautam, mistaking their hushed conversation for talk about a movie, paid them no mind.

Geetha reached out, placing her hand on Bharat’s thigh, consumed by lust. As she lifted her hand to pull up his T-shirt and slip her hand inside, he caught her hand, holding it, stopping her. His erection, still straining against his pants, swayed visibly.

"Ha... Go home now," she said, her voice laced with a lingering desire.

He sprang up instantly. "Bye sir, bye Miss," he said, grabbing his bag and hurrying out.

"What happened?" Gautam asked, looking perplexed.

"He said something, I didn't hear properly..." Geetha replied, her mind still reeling from the encounter.
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To be continued………..