Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Geetha paced, a familiar annoyance gnawing at her. Gautam hadn't called, and her patience was wearing thin. With a sigh, she set her phone on the bedside table, extinguished the lamp, and lay down, hoping sleep would claim her before her frustration did. But just as her eyelids fluttered shut, the insistent trill of her phone broke the silence. 

It was Gautam, a video call. She flipped the light back on and answered, a pout already on her lips.

“Hey, why are you looking like that?” Gautam's voice, warm and familiar, filled the room.

“How long am I supposed to wait?” she countered, her voice laced with feigned irritation.

He chuckled. “I just got back, changed, and sat down, darling. Do you think I’d say I’d call and then not?”

“Hmm…” was all she offered.

“Did you go to college today?” he asked, shifting the subject.

“Yes, I did.”

“Are all the kids studying well?”

“Yes… they’ve even started extra classes for the tenth graders.”

“Oh, that’s good, they’ll study well then. Bharat should also get good marks.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Did he come today?”

“Yes… He won’t have tuition from tomorrow, actually.”

“Oh, really? Why?”

“I told you about the extra classes, that’s why.”

“Oh…” He paused, a hint of mischief entering his tone. “Darling, let me tell you something.”

“Hmm…”

“Do you know what happened last night?”

“Yes, you said you went to a party.”

“Yes… At the party, my MD’s wife, Evelyn, was there, and she’s beautiful.”

Geetha’s pupils widened imperceptibly. Before she could react, Gautam quickly added, “Not more beautiful than you, darling.” A faint smile touched her lips.

“She’s a very nice person,” he continued, oblivious to the ripple he’d caused. “They also have a Children’s Rights Trust in America.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Donations from the company I work for also go to them. She recently became acquainted with me. I’ve even spoken to her a few times.”

“Yes… Why wouldn’t you talk to her? She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Geetha’s voice was deliberately teasing.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm… meaning?”

“I have a suspicion, Geetha. She’s sometimes very familiar with me.”

“Oh ho, just familiar, or is she trying to take you in her arms?” Geetha’s playful jab hung in the air.

“No, not like that. Listen to what I’m saying.”

“Yes, tell me.”

“Her husband and she are quite open about sex. She’s even talked about such things with me a few times.”

Geetha’s curiosity, already piqued, surged. “What did she say?”

Gautam, a playful glint in his eyes, smiled. “I won’t tell you.”

“Whyyyy…?” she drew out the word, her impatience growing.

“First, do what I tell you, then I’ll tell you.”

“Okay.”

“Now, what you have to do is take off your clothes and…”

“Hey, naughty!” Geetha exclaimed, a flush rising to her cheeks.

“Haha… Listen to what I’m saying.”

“Hmm… Tell me.”

“Darling, take off your clothes and put on one of my shirts from the wardrobe.”

“What?”

“Just do what I say.”

“Okay, husband…” she said, biting her lip, a mischievous smile playing.

“Hey, only the shirt, nothing underneath.”

“Oh no, I’m shy.”

“Oh, really? Then fine, I won’t tell you anything.”

“Hmm, okay, just as you say.”

With a swift movement, she rose from the bed, placing the phone aside. She moved behind the bed and, with a flourish, tossed her sari onto the bed, ensuring Gautam could see it. He watched, a faint smile on his face, as her petticoat followed suit.

Seven seconds passed.

“Did you take off your blouse or not?” he prompted.

As if on cue, her blouse landed next to the growing pile. He chuckled. 

In another ten seconds, her mud-colored bra joined the discarded garments in front of the phone. Gautam waited, a smirk playing on his lips, for her panties.

Then, Geetha’s soft, endearing voice floated through the phone. “Darling, I’m shy.”

“You haven’t taken off your panties.”

“Please, darling, I can’t.”

“Okay, put on the shirt and come, I want to see you.”

Within three seconds, Geetha reappeared, clad in a white Oxford full-sleeve shirt. 

She sat in front of the phone, all buttons meticulously fastened. Only her creamy thighs were visible to Gautam. His gaze traveled upwards. Though the shirt was a bit thick, Geetha’s curves stretched the fabric over her chest, making them appear prominent. Her shyness and longing, combined with the rising excitement and passion within her, made her nipples erect and visible as the soft fabric of the shirt brushed against them, creating goosebumps.



Gautam looked at her, immensely pleased. As the beautiful woman, adorned in half-naked shyness, sat with a bowed head, flushed for lovemaking, Gautam felt light-headed.

“Unbutton two buttons.”

Silently, without raising her head, and with a nascent desire to display her beauty to her husband, she unbuttoned the top two.

“Loosen it a bit more.”

She placed both hands on her shoulders and pulled the shirt to the sides. 

At that moment, the shirt on her chest loosened, revealing another button, and her cleavage became fully visible to Gautam. Her mangalsutra swayed between her two bountiful treasures, rising with the shirt. Gautam smiled, seeing the mole on her right boob.




“Hey…” she said shyly and endearingly.

“Do you remember what I like?”

“Hmm… this, right?”

“I want to see that.”

“After all these years, are you remembering our newlywed memories?”

“Hey, why shouldn’t I?  Move your shirt aside, I can’t see properly.”

“I’ll show you when you come here.”

“Hey… show me.”

She moved the shirt even more to show him. He kissed the phone, looking at the mole on the red shadow next to her right nipple.

“Hey… thief!”

“Ohh…”

Geetha was surprised by Gautam talking so playfully after a long time. “What is it today, dear?”

“I’m not next to you right now. Don’t you wish I were?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry.”

“If you talk like that, I’ll cut the call right now.”

“Okay, okay, no.”

“Hmm…”

“Did Bharat give a kiss?”

“Hmm…” She bit her tongue and shook her head, as if saying no.

“Tell me, darling.”

“Hmm… just once.”

“It’s okay, darling.”

“Dear, that’s enough, I’ll wear my saree now.”

“Let it be.”

“I’m uncomfortable.”

Smiling, Gautam replied, “You wouldn’t be uncomfortable if I were there, perhaps…”

“Naughty…”

“Take it off…”

“What are you saying today, dear?”

“What else can I do? I’m not there, at least I can be satisfied by seeing you.”

“Ohh… but I’m shy, baby. Sorry.”

“Take it off, darling. Not in the mood?”

“Are you asking if I’m in the mood? Do you know how much I am?”

“Then let it happen, how wonderful it would be if you just talked to me and made sounds.”

Chuckling, Geetha moaned lustfully. “Mmm…”

“Ah, say it again.”

“Mmmmm…fuck me Goutham.”

“Uff… honey.”

“Chee, go… no shame. How many times haven’t you heard that, crazy!”

They both laughed playfully, and as Geetha was still shy, Gautam’s call disconnected.


A sudden panic gripped Geetha. Gautam never cut calls like that. She tried to video call him back, but Instagram automatically closed. The app would open, but it wouldn’t show anything. She cleared recent apps tab and opened it again, but it was the same. 

Unable to comprehend, she scratched her head, then threw the phone onto the bed.

She buried her face in the pillow, sulking, and five minutes passed, but Gautam didn’t call back. 

Just as she was thinking of turning off the lights, the phone rang. 

The screen was facing the mattress, so she couldn’t see who it was. She flipped it over and saw “Puppy.” She looked at it and chuckled.

Meanwhile, at Bharat’s house, he sat under a jasmine tree, beneath a street light pole, earphones in, talking.

“Hello, Bharat.”

Nervously shaking his knees, Bharat remained silent.

“Hello.”

Still no response.

“Speak up, boy.”

“Hmm…”

“What’s ‘hmm’? Tell me, what is it?”

“I won’t talk, Miss.”

“Why, dear?”

“Uh-huh…”

“What’s ‘uh-huh’? Tell me.”

“You said you’d give me a kiss but didn’t.”

“So, you’re sulking?”

Silence.

“Answer me.”

“Hmm…”

“Anyway, you’re still not asleep. Go to bed.”

“I can’t sleep, Miss.”

“Close your eyes, it will come.”

“Miss…”

“Tell.”

“Why didn’t you give me a kiss, Miss? What did I do?”

“Don’t say that, someone might overhear.”

“No one’s here, Miss.”

“I’ll give it to you next time you come, okay? Go to sleep.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Hey, I said I’d give it to you. Go to sleep, you shouldn’t stay awake like this.”

Silence again.

Geetha got up and sat on the bed. Bharat’s sulking made her laugh. She tied her braid, noticing he still hadn’t answered.

“Are you there?”

“Mmm.”

“That’s enough, go to sleep.”

“Uh-huh.”

Just then, an idea struck Geetha. “Okay, video call me now, and you’ll get a kiss, okay?”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Bharat cut the call. 

Geetha thought she should button up her shirt before he called, but after doing one button, her mind told her fingers to stop. The conversation with Gautam had left her feeling playful, and in the same state of mind, she prepared for a mischievous act. She buttoned only one button, leaving the top three open.

A mischievous, suppressed giggle escaped her. 

Just then, Bharat called. She answered.

As soon as she answered, Bharat froze, staring without even blinking. And why wouldn’t he? Geetha’s white neck, cleavage, and the graceful curve of her two beautiful mounds beneath the white shirt captivated Bharat.

Geetha’s heart pounded faster, realizing Bharat was looking at her boobs. She glanced between Bharat’s thighs. Shyness overwhelmed her, and she averted her gaze from the phone screen.

‘Oh no, how is he looking?’

 ‘Ugh, why did I do this?’

Swallowing his breath, Bharat whispered, “Mmm… Miss…”

“Hmm…”

“Miss, I’m sorry… I disturbed you.”

Chuckling internally, Geetha replied, “No, no… Bharat…”

As Geetha told him to stay, Bharat calmed down a bit, and his naughtiness emerged. Smiling, he asked, “Hmm… Miss, why are you wearing men’s shirt like this?”

“Just like that, isn’t it good?” she said, biting her lower lip and feeling shy.

“Yes, it’s good. But…” his voice trailed off.

Bharat’s hesitation struck Geetha as playful, and she adjusted herself further, crossing her legs. Suddenly, Bharat’s mouth hung open. His shorts between his legs hardened and saluted Geetha. Seeing that, Geetha’s heart thumped loudly.

‘What, what happened? So suddenly?’

Troubled, she lowered her neck and looked at herself, realizing her shirt’s right placket had loosened, and her nipple was visible.

‘Oh no, shame on me.’

She looked back at the phone, and Bharat was still staring, drooling. Geetha’s face flushed with blood. She immediately adjusted her shirt. She lowered her face in shyness.

“Miss, it’s okay, I saw left nipple the other day, didn’t I?” Bharat’s words surprised Geetha.

“Naughty fellow…”

“Haha… Thanks, Miss.”

“Forget that you saw this.”

“It’s okay, Miss. Everyone’s asleep, and no one knows I called you.”

“Yes… but someone just woke up,” she said, lowering her head again, her eyes straight at his tented hard-on.

‘Ugh, why did I say that?’

“Who, Miss?”

“Oh, you innocent fellow.”

‘No, no, if I talk more, it’ll be a…..no.’

She kissed the phone. “Good night, Puppy…” she said and cut the call.

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The pre-finals were over, and Bharat was consumed by an unprecedented curiosity about his scores. The moment the period bell rang, he was already fidgeting, hands tucked under the bench, eyes fixed on the door. Would he get more than ninety this time?

Then, Geetha arrived. She wore her usual floral cloud-blue cotton saree, a matching blouse, a watch on one wrist, and bangles on the other. Her long braid, clipped neatly at the top, swayed slightly as she walked. 



Bharat's gaze, however, settled on her waist, where the saree pleats had ridden up, revealing a sliver of white skin, no more than two inches.

After the usual chorus of "good morning," everyone settled down. Geetha held not just papers, but report cards, brimming with marks for all subjects. The sight of them ratcheted up the tension in the room.

Geetha's gaze swept over the class, serious and unyielding. "There are less than two weeks left for the exams, and some of you still have seventy, sixty? Are you even studying? You’re not making any mischief, you’re quiet. Are you truly studying, or just pretending?"

Dejected faces bowed in unison.

"What's it to me?" Geetha continued, her voice devoid of emotion. "I'll just come, say what I have to, and leave. Your marks are your life."

Her eyes landed directly on Bharat. He felt a sudden tremor in his knees and instinctively lowered his head.

"Those who didn't study before are studying well now," she observed, "and those who used to study have fallen behind. What happened to you all? Are you just playing on your phones after going home?"

She shifted her gaze to Harish, who pointedly avoided her eyes.

"Harish!" Geetha’s voice rose, sharp and clear. "I'm talking to you, what happened? Do you know what marks you got?"

He stood nervously, hands folded. "Miss...?"

"Eighty-nine in Math. What happened? Are you practicing?"

Bharat's fear intensified. If Harish had scored low, his own marks must be abysmal.

"Vinod, stand up."

Vinod rose.

Geetha glanced at Vinod's card. "Forty-eight in Telugu. It's understandable if you get less in a subject, but shouldn't you at least get half in a language? What is this?"

"Well, Teacher...." Vinod began, but Geetha cut him off.

"There are only few days left, study well."

She flipped through the cards until she found one with a hundred marks in Math. It was Vandana's sheet.

"Vandana...."

Vandana immediately stood. "Yes, Miss..."

"Telugu eighty, English ninety-eight, Hindi ninety-six, Science ninety-six, Social ninety-four." Geetha paused, letting her eyes sweep over the expectant faces. 

Everyone was waiting, sensing the omission. "She got a hundred out of a hundred in Math. Excellent."

Vandana smiled, stepping forward to collect her card. 

Bharat, slouched in the last bench, scratched his head, his gaze fixed on the floor. Disappointment washed over him. He wouldn't be the class topper. He couldn’t even bring himself to ask Geetha anything.

Next, she found a card with a hundred marks in Science. The name was Pranab.
"Pranab."

He stood instantly.

"A hundred out of a hundred in Science."

Vikas clapped, and the sound prompted everyone else to follow suit, except Harish.

"But it's not enough to get marks in just one subject," Geetha cautioned. "You need marks in all of them."

Pranab took his card tense and returned to his seat.

After distributing cards to four or five more students, it was Harish’s turn.

"Harish...." Geetha lifted her head, her gaze fixed angrily on him.

"Miss...?"

"Telugu ninety-six, Hindi eighty-one, English ninety-two, Math eighty-nine, Science seventy-nine, Social ninety-one."

Harish stood there, gnawing at his teeth, a silent anguish etched on his face.

"Come take it."

He stepped out from behind his bench and accepted the card Geetha offered.

"Your dad hasn't seen these yet, don't waste time."

Harish lowered his head and shuffled back to his seat.

Geetha looked at the card beneath Harish's. The Math marks were ninety-eight. As soon as she saw the name, she raised her eyelids and looked directly at Bharat. 

Bharat, who had been watching her, felt a jolt as their eyes met.

"Bharat Kumar...."

He stood, a knot of fear tightening in his stomach.

"Ninety-eight in Math."

A wave of shock rippled through the class. 

Bharat, feeling a strange unease, stepped forward.

"This time, Bharat is the second-highest in class."

Bharat took the card, unable to meet Geetha's gaze.

At last Geetha fallen to his game this too.

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The next night, 

Geetha was washing her face when her phone buzzed with a message. She dried her face with a towel, smoothed the blanket on her bed, turned on the AC, and lay down. Picking up her phone, she saw it was from Bharat.

She opened the message.

Bharat: Miss, shall I call for once?

A small chuckle escaped Geetha. ‘He said he'd ask something after the pre-finals,’ she mused. ‘Maybe this is it.’

Geetha: Okay Bharat.

Two minutes later, Bharat’s call came through.

"Yes, Bharat, tell me."

"Miss, hard your  dinner?"

"Yes, I have."

"Miss, I got ninety-eight."

"Yes, study like that, you should get the same in the main exam too..." she chuckled softly.

"Miss, shall I tell you what I want?"

A faint flicker of nervousness stirred within Geetha. 

‘What would he ask?’

"You didn't come first in class, so what else?"

"Miss, I got more than ninety in Math, right?"

"Yes, so?"

"Miss, you said you'd give me what I asked for."

"That was if you came first in class, we thought.”

"Miss, later you said if I got more than ninety."

"I don't remember."

"Miss, you're cheating again, this is unfair."

Geetha, intentionally teasing him, replied, "What do you mean unfair? You said that last time too."

"Miss, how can you say that?"

"How else should I say it? Go study, don't waste time calling."

"Miss, tomorrow is Sunday, right?"

"Hmm."

"Miss, shall I come home in the afternoon?"

"Why? Can't you study at home?"

"Miss, please, I'll come. I'll study with you."

"Why, is there any problem at home?”

"Miss, please, I'll come."

"Alright."

Suddenly, Bharat's voice was brimming with excitement. "Thanks, Miss...."

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To be continued…………