Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Geetha stumbled into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her. Her eyes squeezed tight, she stood trembling, her heart hammering against her ribs. Each breath hitched, a gasp, as a numbing sensation spread through her body. Her fists clenched, and the dampness of her panties was an insistent whisper as she pressed her thighs together, panting.

‘Uff... he's doing everything. 

How did I even agree to a few minutes of that? 

Clothes off, mine too. He's so hot, burning. 

Is the AC even working, dammit?’

Her thoughts spiraled, and her fingers instinctively moved to her tightly pressed thighs, tracing the wet fabric of her panties. "Iss... Gautam, Gautam, Gautam, ahh... I want you now."

The shrill ring of her phone startled her, yanking her from the depths of her desire. It was Bharath.

"Miss, Gautam sir is on the phone..." Bharath's voice was distant.

Snapping back to reality, Geetha quickly grabbed a dress from the bed, pulling it over herself before answering the call. "You go to sleep. You have to wake up early tomorrow. If you stay awake until I come back, it won't be good, I'm warning you..." she threatened, her voice firm as she closed the bedroom door behind her and left.

The moment Geetha was gone, he bolted into the bathroom. There, discarded after her shower, lay Geetha's panties and bra. He snatched them up, bringing them to his nose. The intoxicating scent filled his senses, and his dick began to throb. One hand clutched her lingerie, the other gripped himself, and he began to furiously masturbate. When the panties grew wet, he brought them to his mouth, tasting her essence, and in that moment, he ejaculated.


Geetha closed the door behind her, stepping out of the room and settling onto the sofa, the dress she'd been holding resting on her legs. Just as she got comfortable, her phone rang. It was Gautam.

"Darling, what's Bharath doing here?" Gautam's voice hit her like a sudden chill, and Geetha froze. Her voice trembled as she tried to form words, finally admitting, "Uh, well, dear..."

"Did you tell him to sleep here again?" Gautam pressed, his tone sharp.

"I mean, he asked. So I said okay," she mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant, but her heart was pounding.

"Geetha, are you playing fun with him, or are you seriously romancing him?" The accusation hung heavy in the air.

"It's not like that, dear." She fumbled for an explanation.

"He saw when you showing me earlier, didn't he?" Gautam's voice was edged with suspicion.

"No."

"Tell me."

"I don't know, he suddenly came saying he needed to pee." The lie felt weak even to her own ears.

"I saw him in your eyes; you were shocked to see him." Gautam seemed to know everything.

"Hmm... Darling, all that happened accidentally." She tried to dismiss it, but the memory of the kiss, and what had just happened, made her entire body tingle.

"Was that kiss you gave him that day also accidental?" He wasn't letting up.

"Uh-huh..."

"Did you kiss him now?"

The question caught her off guard. The sensation of Bharath's lips was still vivid, and a strange honesty, mixed with a flush of shame and excitement, compelled her to blurt out, "Yes..."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Gautam's voice was a mix of shock and something she couldn't quite decipher.

"Oh, it's nothing, dear." She tried to backtrack.

"Did that happen again today?"

"I mean..."

"You said your dress got ruined with cum that day, right?"

"Ugh, how can you ask that?" The heat rushed to her face.

"Tell me, did you tell me anything about what you did?"

"No."

"Why did it take you so long to call me back after I did it then?"

"I went to the bathroom."

"Tell me the truth." Gautam's interrogation was relentless, as if he had been a silent observer to every moment. Geetha felt herself crumbling under his gaze, real or imagined.

"Well, dear, I kissed him." The confession was out.

"I thought so." There was no surprise in his voice, only a strange knowing.

"Sorry, dear, I didn't tell you."

"Oh, did you tell me that day too?"

"Oh, I told you it was a mistake!"

"Was the second time also a mistake?"

"It's not."

"What's not, darling? Today is the third time. You're corrupting the boy."

"Uh... sorry, I won't do it again." She felt a surge of panic.

"Are you really enjoying all this?" His tone was unexpectedly calm now.

"No, I won't do it again."

"Hey, silly girl, I'm not scold anything to you."

"It's not that, circumstances just happened that way."

"Does he kiss well?”

The question hit her like a physical blow. Geetha was utterly floored. "What?"

"Tell me."

"Why are you asking like that?" she stammered, completely bewildered.

"Tell me what I asked."

"Uh... I taught him myself." She heard her own words, a mix of defiance and self-incrimination.

"Look at Madam shying." Gautam chuckled softly.

"Ugh, go away." She buried her face in her hands.

"It's okay, I don't mind once in a while, but..."

"No, this won't happen again."

"Hey, I'm not saying anything; you like doing this, don't you?"

"It's not that."

"Darling, it's just a kiss, is he touching you anywhere else?"

"Uh..." Geetha hesitated, a blush creeping up her neck.

"This is too much."

"Oh, please listen to what I'm saying."

"Tell me."

"He says he likes my smell."

"What? Smell?" Gautam sounded genuinely surprised this time.

"Yes... Don't you like it? Why didn't you feel that way?" The question slipped out before she could stop herself.

"So what if he likes the smell now?"

Geetha fell silent, her heart pounding with a mixture of shyness and confusion. She couldn't fathom why Gautam was speaking like this. Yet, a strange impulse to reveal everything, to hold nothing back, was overwhelming her. She remembered how he hadn't reacted negatively when she'd confessed to the ruined dress and the kiss that day, making her think he had misunderstood the extent of it. But today, his questions were disarmingly direct.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Well, he... my..."

"Oh, don't tell me he kissed your boobies."

"No, no..."

Now again Geetha not informing fully.

"Then...?"

"He sniffs my armpit."

"And then?"

"He licks it when I wear a sleeveless blouse."

"He licks. Not 'he licked'. So how many times did he lick?"

"No, just once." Geetha tried to maintain some semblance of innocence.

"Hey... Tell me, two or three times?"

"Two times." The truth slipped out, undeniable.

"Did you like it?"

"Uh... no, no, dear." She quickly denied it.

"Hey, silly girl, tell me, did you like it?"

"Why are you asking like this?" she whimpered, feeling utterly exposed.

"Geetha, you're too hot, and I'm not there, that's why all this, right?"

"Sorry, dear, I won't do it again; I know you're angry."

"Did I say I was angry?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then, darling, I know you have a lot of lust, it's your wish, if you like it, kiss him, hug him, let him lick your armpit."

"Ugh, stop it, please." Geetha was mortified and aroused all at once.

"Truth."

"No, dear, I'll tell him to go home right now."

"No, let him stay. I'll tell you something, will you do it?"

"What?"

"Take him close and make him lie down."

"What are you saying, dear?" Her mind reeled.

"I'm not there, his body will feel warm, won't it?"

"No, dear, don't say that."

"Do as I say, go."

"Really... You're not angry, are you?" Geetha asked, still disbelieving.

"No, I'm not..."

"Darling, why are you saying this?"

"Does this feel pleasurable to you?"

"Uh." The single sound was a confession.

"When will we meet?"

"Dear, can't you come for two days?"

"No, I can't."

"Oh, I want it, dear. It's getting more intense every day." A deep longing, almost a craving, resonated in her voice.

"What should I do?"

"That."

"That, tell me what it is?"

"I'm shy."

"Why with me? Tell me."

"Dear, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Why did you never lick my armpit?"

"I don't know, I never felt like it. Why, Geetha, did you like it?"

"Uh..."

"Do you want him to lick it more?"

"Uh-huh... It's not that, you?"

"I don't know, darling, I never felt that way. If you like it, I won't say anything." 

Geetha remained silent, her thoughts a whirlwind.

"Does it feel very new to you to kiss someone else besides me?"

"If you say so..."

"I can't believe it, you know, how did all this happen?"

"I told you, I couldn't control myself. I wanted it. The kid also longed for it."

"Hmm... So you're teaching the kid by kissing him, huh?"

"Hey..."

"Haha."

"Darling, you're not angry, are you? If you don't want, I won't even tutor him."

"No, darling, it's fine. It's your wish. Besides, did you hide anything from me? You didn't do anything wrong, did you? All these things are normal these days. I won't deny your enjoyment."

"Hmm."

"What can I do, I found a wife with itchy cunt."

"Chee... What are you saying?"

"Haha... Isn't it?"

"I love you, my hubby."

"Love you too, darling."

"I'll come as soon as the exams are over; jump on your lustful wife."

"I'm ready too. Okay, good night."

"Yeah, good night, darling, mwah..." Geetha ended the call, a strange mixture of relief, embarrassment, and desire swirling within her.


Geetha returned. She opened the door to find him lying in the dark, shrouded by a blanket, his face turned away.

Still undressed, Geetha placed her forgotten dress on the side table. She slipped onto the bed, pulling the blanket over herself, and moved closer to Bharath. Her hand found his shoulder.

"Bharath, are you asleep?" she whispered.

"Hmm..."

"Hey, are you upset because I threatened you?"

"Uh-uh..."

She gently pulled his shoulder, turning him towards her. His face came into view, incredibly close to her boobs. Her fingers wove into the hair at the back of his head, drawing him even nearer.

He buried his nose onto her soft cleavage pillow, inhaling their fragrance. His leg dbangd over her. Geetha pressed the back of his head, holding Bharath's face against her bust.

"Good night, dear," she murmured.

"Hmm..."
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To be continued………..

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