Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

The world outside their home faded into oblivion; their universe had shrunk to the space between them. 


Bharat, a man deeply entwined with the woman before him, found himself unable to pull away without a kiss from Geeta, and one kiss, he knew, would never suffice. 

The fate of the painting, a mere backdrop to their unfolding drama, remained uncertain. 

Bharat’s mind, however, was consumed with a singular thought: how much more time could he steal with Geeta?

As Geeta stirred, a lock of her hair, dampened with sweat, clung to her forehead and trailed down her cheek. Bharat, observing this, gently reached out his left hand and tucked the stray strands behind her ear.

"Thanks ra," Geeta murmured, her voice a soft caress.

Absentmindedly, Bharat leaned in, his tongue darting out to lightly trace the spot. The unexpected cold touch sent a shiver through Geeta, momentarily stunning her. Her movements, once fluid, slowed to a halt. When she offered no resistance, Bharat’s tongue ventured out again, a second, lingering lick.

‘Should I stop?’

Geeta’s eyelids fluttered, half-closed in a dreamlike state, as she remained utterly still. 

Bharat, ever attentive, caught another bead of sweat with his lips as it began its descent. 

A rising tide of desire threatened to overwhelm Geeta, and in a desperate attempt to suppress it, she gripped the stove with her left hand.

"Bharat…" she whispered, the sound barely audible, yet devoid of any plea for him to cease.

Bharat's hopes surged, a wave crashing over him. He pressed his shoulder against hers, his left hand deftly pulling down the collar of her shirt from behind her neck. He then leaned in and kissed the base of her spine, right at the delicate bridge. Tiny nerve endings, awakened by his touch, sent intoxicating signals dancing through Geeta’s brain, leaving her tingling. Her right hand instinctively rose, finding its home at the back of his neck.

"Miss..." Bharat breathed.

"Mmm…" Geeta hummed in response.

"Sorry…"

Geeta wondered what he was apologizing for. Then, Bharat’s left hand found her left buttock, pressing softly, warmly, and delicately from beneath. A shiver coursed through her.

"Uh-huh…" was all she could manage.

‘Has he been focused on them since then?’

At the sound of her voice, Bharat’s five fingers curled upwards, his fist gently squeezing her buttock from bottom to top.

"Sss…" Geeta hissed softly, a whispered surrender. With a delicate shift, she freed herself from his hand, turning to face him, her hands coming to rest on his elbows.

Still, Geeta hadn't met his gaze. 

"Miss, you are very delicate," Bharat murmured, his voice laced with tenderness.

Without lifting her head, trembling with shyness, Geeta responded, "Hmm…"

Bharat’s right hand drifted upwards, tracing the curve of her left calf, then moved between her thighs, his nail brushing lightly over her panty, just opposite her clit line. The precise touch, like a flower unfurling, made her jolt.

‘No way, is he doing this on purpose?’

His fingertips, light as a bird's feather, caressed the treasure hidden beneath her panty, sending another shiver down Geeta’s spine. 

A burning sensation ignited, spreading through both her thighs. 

His hand continued its ascent, pausing at the last button of her shirt.

"Miss, I want to see," Bharat confessed, his voice a low thrum.

‘What? No.’

Fear, cold and sudden, clutched at her. 

Nervously, she slipped away from Bharat, turning her face to compose herself. She picked up the ladle, resuming her stirring with feigned indifference.

From her right, his hand came to rest on her navel, his index finger gently probing her belly button.

‘So, it's about the belly button? 

I thought it was something else, ugh!’

Even through the fabric of her shirt, Geeta felt the warmth of his finger. Taking a deep, passionate breath, he rested his chin on her shoulder from behind. "You know how much I like it."

"Hmm…" Geeta hummed, her voice a soft invitation.

She turned off the stove, and still holding Bharat’s hand, abruptly turned towards him. 

Bharat’s eyes, alight with desire, met hers. He tightened his grip around her waist, lifting her effortlessly, and settled her onto the kitchen counter. He stepped between her thighs, his gaze intoxicating as it locked with hers. His erection, unable to be contained, pressed against her thighs, intensifying the heat within Geeta.

With a surge of desire, Geeta cupped Bharat’s face in her hands. Slowly, her lips parted, and she raised her chin forward.

Geeta’s body found its only solace in movement, a desperate attempt to quiet the clamor within. She slowly lifted her neck. Bharat, eager, lowered his face, their breaths mingling. 

Their eyes met, fumbling, playing, pupils dilating with unspoken longing. As her lips parted, her trembling upper lip touched Bharat's lower lip, and he, in turn, caught her lip with both of his. Geeta lifted her body, a kiss blossoming between them, a desperate yearning to devour each other's lips.

Bharat’s right hand slid down, lifting the hem of her shirt, delving inside. His hot hand moved over her soft, milky-cloud like waist, ascending until he passionately sucked her lower lip, just below Geeta's left boob, over her waist.

Geeta let her head fall back, her arms circling his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. He pressed further into her, his erection firm against her pussy mound. Unable to control the surge of desire, he gave a sudden thrust, pulling his hips back before pushing forward once more.

A sweet blow landed on her vagina, and her labia cried out in a sudden, sharp intake of breath. 

She bent her legs, rubbing her pussy against Bharat’s poking hardness. A soft gasp escaped her lips, a low moan in his mouth. Her mind conjured images of Bharat above her, their bodies entwined, both of them glistening with sweat, both half-naked and panting.
"Uh-huh."

Pulling their lips apart, Geeta whispered, "Move…"

At her words, Bharat instantly shifted back. She leaned in again, kissing his lips once more. 

Bharat's hand found the back of her head, pressing his mouth into hers, lost in the rhythm of their shared breaths. Geeta's desire spread, a tingling sensation reaching her hands. 

Unable to control the insistent itching between her thighs, her trembling right hand descended, finding Bharat's waist. Her left arm tightened around his shoulders, and her right hand slipped down, her fingers finding their way into Bharat's pant waistband.

‘Hey, Geeta, what are you doing?’

She nervously pulled her hand back.

Meanwhile, another thunderbolt struck. 

Bharat, leaning in for another kiss, slipped both his hands under her waist, past the lower edges of her shirt, and beneath her warm, fluttering buttocks. With a powerful surge, he lifted Geeta, seating her in his palms.



Geeta, consumed by renewed passion, cradled his head in her hands. She, in turn, took his lower lip between her own, pulling gently, then began to suck his upper lip, sharing breaths with him.

Bharat’s hands tightened their grip on her soft asscheeks, and he deftly slipped two fingers into the panty edges on both sides, creating a delicious sensation, as if touching her buttock cleavage directly.

"Mm…" Geeta hummed, a sound of pure pleasure.

Licking her lower lip, he moved his upper lip downwards, kissing her chin. Then, his lips found the curve of her neck, and, burying his mouth into her collar, he pushed the edge of her shirt aside with his nose. He held the skin under Geeta’s shoulder, near her boob, and sucked it with his lips. 

Geeta, in turn, began to press his head further into her neck.

Her shirt stretched towards her left shoulder. Bharat tried to pull it down further with his teeth, but the stubborn third button resisted, pressing the shirt against her chest, battling with Bharat's determined efforts.

He kissed her left cheek, pushing his lips deeply into her embrace, then came up, her face a blur of sensations. 

Geeta floated in a daze, her eyes closed, utterly lost in the moment.

Bharat showered her with kisses: on her left cheek, her right cheek, her chin, her nose, her forehead. 

She, doll-like in her stillness, held his head without strength in her hands, letting him kiss her without resistance.

"Miss, won’t you give the puppy some snacks?" Bharat teased, his voice husky.

"Hmm… Don’t ask me anything," Geeta murmured, her voice laced with contentment.

He settled her on kitchen slab, holding her shirt button with his left hand, Bharat whispered, "Miss…?"

Hiding her face in Bharat's shoulder, her voice a soft murmur in his ear, Geeta reminded him, "Didn't I tell you not to ask?"

Bharat’s forearm filled the valley between Geeta’s milky mounds. He pushed the button with his fingers. Then, he leaned back and pulled her shirt down to her elbow on her left shoulder.

Geeta, eyes still closed, felt a delicious mix of shyness, nervousness, playfulness, and curiosity. She bit her lip, her body tingling with anticipation.

He placed his hands on her back, pulling Geeta forward. He then tucked his face under her left shoulder and kissed the fold of her armpit.

"Aah…" Geeta sighed.

"Ah… Miss, I could just keep smelling you…" Bharat murmured, his lips tracing the skin at the edge of her armpit, a soft, warm lick.

"Ah… Why do you like it so much, ra?" Geeta asked, her voice light.

"Hmm… I don't know, Miss," Bharat confessed.

He took Geeta’s hand and placed it on his head, allowing his tongue to penetrate her armpit. He moved it around, continuing to lick there.

Geeta felt a sharp, pleasant tickle in her armpit. She swallowed both lips, held her breath, a moment of delightful hesitation. Bharat’s tongue, trembling at the edge of her sweaty underarm, enchanted her. She tried to pull her hand out of her shirt, but shyness held her back, so she gave up. 

Bharat moved his tongue faster, creating a tickling sensation and Geeta swayed, laughing softly, her cheek pressing against his.

"Haha… Ah… No, that’s enough."

He suddenly came up, his gaze locking with Geeta’s eyes. He leaned forward, and she, in turn, held his face, pulling him closer for a kiss. As their lips met, Bharat’s aroused penis again rubbed between her thighs, and Geeta's cunt began to sweat. 

Bharat’s blood boiled, an internal alarm sounding, warning him he was on the brink. Just then, a sudden fear made him pull away from Geeta.

As Bharat abruptly moved away, a sense of emptiness washed over Geeta.

Bharat, covering his face in a hurry, was already leaving the kitchen. Geeta, seeing his hasty retreat, felt a pang of disappointment.

"What happened, dear?" she called out loudly, her voice tinged with concern.

"I can’t hold my pee, Miss…" he said, disappearing into the bedroom.

Here, Geeta slowly descended from the kitchen counter, adjusted her shirt, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her gaze fell upon the pan nearby. With a holder, she removed the lid and resumed stirring.

Geeta’s feet wouldn’t stay still. A strange dissatisfaction began to brew within her. The warmth Bharat had provided, the comfort his touch had brought, had vanished, leaving her body feeling suddenly cold.

She turned off the stove, lifted the pan, and placed it on the dining table. She also brought a bottle of water. 

As she settled into the dining chair, she pulled her shirt down, but it stubbornly kept riding up, a constant source of irritation.

Three minutes passed, and Bharat still hadn't returned, a curious thought nagging at her. 

‘He had said he needed to pee, yet he remained absent.’

‘So, he… Ugh, why am I thinking like this?’

A minute later, he came and sat down.