Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

(On Saturdays and Sundays, when in the bedroom or bathroom, Shiva is Sindhu's slave. When in the hall or kitchen, Sindhu is Shiva's slave. If either of them breaks this rule, there will be no sex between them for a month. This is an agreement between the two. No matter what happens, since they cannot go more than a week without sex, they will both follow the rule without fail.)




April 15th, Saturday. After 6:00 AM,

A gentle morning light filtered through the curtains as Shiva woke. 

He splashed water on his face and brushed his teeth before heading into the kitchen. The scent of brewing chai greeted him. 

There, Sindhu stood, her saree pleats tucked into her waist, the soft curves of her body on display. She poured the hot tea into a cup, her movements graceful and practiced. Seeing him, she turned and offered him the steaming cup. 

Shiva took it, sipping the hot tea. He leaned in and kissed her lips, savoring the taste of the tea. Sindhu licked her lips, a small smile playing on them.

"I won't let you step into the bedroom today," Shiva said, his voice low and playful. "I'll have you walking around this house naked, just for me."

"What's left to see?" Sindhu shot back, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Are you going to use a magnifying glass?"

Shiva laughed and spat a mouthful of chai onto her neck.

"Oh, you crazy fool!" she exclaimed, an annoyed look on her face.

"What? Are you scolding me, you bitch?"

"Okay, okay, I won't," she conceded, a smile betraying her.

He took another sip of his tea.

"Deepa said she's coming today," Sindhu said, the conversation shifting. "We're going shopping tomorrow."

"Hmm," Shiva hummed in response.

"I was thinking, since you have the day off and will be at home, we could go to a pub in the evening."

"You know, I don't alcohol, and you shouldn’t too," Shiva replied flatly.

"Please, just this once," she pleaded. "We'll go and have some fun."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "It's been twenty days without sex. Now you are recovered, I can't wait anymore. Today, it's going to be nothing but fuck. I'm going to fill you up completely."

"Just this once, please."

He suddenly tilted the cup, splashing the piping hot tea all over her. It soaked through the pallu covering her boobs. A sudden, sharp burning sensation seared her skin, and she cried out.

"Ouch...... You bastard..." she shrieked.

She tore off her pallu, shaking it to rid it of the wetness. 

In one swift motion, Shiva slipped his index finger into her blouse, twisted the fabric, and ripped it off. Her blouse flew across the room, revealing her boobs, reddened with embarrassment. He grabbed her arm, pulled her close, and buried his face into her cleavage, holding her tight.

Sindhu wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back. "I'll be back before 10 PM," she said, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

He gave a hard slap to her left buttock. "Aahsh..." she gasped.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded while licking off tea drops off her boobs. "I told you that you shouldn't have any clothes on."

"Okay, but does that mean you've agreed?"

"Just take them off first, and then I'll tell you."

She quickly undressed, her saree, petticoat, and panties joining the torn blouse on the floor. She threw the panties at Shiva's face. He caught them with his teeth, then turned her around so her back face to him. 

He gave a loud, resounding 'thwap' to her buttery right asscheek leaving the imprint of his five fingers.

"Amma... Sh..." she winced, the burning pain radiating through her. She endured it, bending forward slightly, offering herself to him.

Shiva's eyes went to her reddish, finger-marked buttock. He grabbed a nearby ketchup bottle, unscrewed the cap, and tilted it, pouring the red sauce exactly into the cleft of her buttocks, four times. 

The spicy liquid dripped down, flowing over her anus and touching the delicate skin of her vulva, causing a slight burning sensation.

"Now you can do whatever you want," she said, her voice a mix of defiance and surrender. "I said I'm going tonight, didn't I?"

He knelt down, his tongue darting out. He licked up the sauce in one sweep, over her lotus, swallowing it.

The touch of his tongue sent a shiver through her.

Sindhu swallowed, a soft "Mmmm..." escaping her lips.

He lowered his face, nibbling at her vulva with his lips, and sucked the remaining sauce into his mouth.

"Aah..." she began to sway her hips in rhythm with his tongue.

While licking the sauce, he chewed on her petals..

"Fine," he said, his voice muffled. "You can go."

"Thanks."

He stood up, pinched her buttock, and turned to leave, but she held his hand. She lifted her right leg, propping it on the kitchen counter, and rubbed her thigh. "Do it," she whispered.

"I'm not in the mood."

She reached out and stroked the erection that was poking out of his pyjamas. "Do it."


"Go away. I'm not in the mood."

"Oh, what do you mean you're not in the mood when you have a boner?" she countered. "You said you'd fill me up, so fill me up."

"Come back drunk in the evening, and you can fuck yourself and fill yourself up."

She climbed onto him, showering kisses on his neck. Her hand slipped into his pajamas, playing with his cock as she kissed his lips passionately. "Ummm... I'm not going for myself, I'm going for Deepa. Once she gets married, her bachelor life will be over." She held his face and kissed him again, a deep, passionate kiss.

"Take off my clothes too," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Just then, Sindhu's phone rang from the sofa in the hall. Sindhu hurried to walk but Shiva caught her hand and made her bend on floor.

Slapping her ass again, “Now go you bitch,” he commanded.



Obeying her love command she crawled towards her phone and picked it up. "Oh! Deepa, are you on your way?"

"Yeah, I'll leave in about an hour," Deepa's voice came through the speaker. "Make some tiffin for me; I'll eat it when I get there. I haven't eaten anything here."

As Sindhu listened, Shiva came up behind her, grabbed her waist, bent her over the sofa, and thrust furiously into her. 

"Aahsh..." she screamed.

"Hey... what happened?" Deepa asked.

"A gaandu ant is stinging me from behind," Sindhu lied, her voice breathless.

"Put it on speaker."

Sindhu switched on the speaker, put the phone down, and turned her head to kiss Shiva, who was leaning over her. He kissed her lips as he thrust, their tongues dancing together.

"Rey... you gaandu, do you have no sense of day or night?" Deepa's voice came through the phone.

"You should come too, and we'll have a threesome," Shiva laughed.

"Ugh..." Deepa groaned.

"Hahaha..." Shiva laughed, thrusting into Sindhu.

"Mmmm... Aah..." Sindhu moaned.

"Rey Slowly,..." Deepa urged.

"Okay, okay, I'll make tiffin," Sindhu said, her voice still breathless. "I made the dosa batter last night."

"Oh, okay," Deepa said, and then hung up.

Shiva slapped her buttock and thrust, holding her waist tightly.

"Aah..." she cried out as he pulled out.

Sindhu turned around, straddling him. She held his waist and looked into his eyes. She plunged his cock back into her, held his shoulders, and began to bounce.

"Mmm... you have to be back before 10 PM."

"If I don't come back, the bedroom is also yours," she challenged. "You can do anything you want."

He gave her counter-thrusts as she bounced on the sofa.

"Aah...!" she cried out as he grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them. "Mmmm... Oh, so you've agreed?"

"Yes... just this once."

"Not like this, lie down and do it."

He suddenly picked her up, laid her on the sofa, and began to fuck her in missionary.

"Mmm... I couldn't do what you asked, darling," she said, her voice soft.

"Hah... I told you not to say that. You're my sweetheart. This time, I'll take care of it myself. I don't need anything but you. Umm..."

“Will I spoil your mood I drink?”

“No.. not like that,” he grunted thrusting.

“Uh…. Harder…darling… “


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Three hours had passed.

Sindhu was still asleep on the bed, her nightdress a soft counterpoint to the quiet room. In the kitchen, Shiva working over stove , the rhythmic sizzle of dosas filling the air. 

Just then, the doorbell chimed, a bright "kling kling" that cut through the silence.

Washing the batter from his hands, Shiva went to the door. Standing before him was Deepa, her smile as radiant as the morning. She held a small handbag in one hand.

"Greetings, Master," she said playfully.

Shiva's response was to pull her into a tight hug, his lips finding the tender spot below her ear.

"Idiot, let go!" Deepa protested.

"Hahaha… You look so happy, like a new bride," Shiva teased, holding her at arm’s length. "Hey, did you lose weight?"

"Yah… didn’t I look chubby," she admitted, smoothing her saree.

"You look better that way, you dummy," he said with a fond smile.

"That's enough," Deepa retorted, giving him a playful shove. "What about you, huh? You've snatched a good figure."

"She's sexy, but she doesn't have the muscle you have," Shiva said, his tone turning more serious for a moment. "I knew you'd get caught up with Sai the moment I saw that mole on his dick."

"Ugh, stop it," Deepa said, her cheeks flushing.

"Aha, so you've seen it?" Shiva pressed.

"Chee, stop it, man! I should scold myself to putting mouth in you," she said, mockingly scandalized. "Don't you see a man or a woman? What kind of talk is that?"

"Hahaha… Okay, okay," Shiva laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. "Go wash your hands and feet. The dosas are hot, and I made coconut chutney. Let's eat."

"So where's the queen?" Deepa asked, glancing around. "And you're the one cooking?"

"She's sleeping. Go wake her up."

Deepa went straight to the bedroom, jumping onto the bed next to Sindhu and patting her shoulder. "Hey ghost, it's 10 a.m., and you're sleeping again. Get up!"

"Just five more minutes," Sindhu mumbled, burying her face deeper into the pillow.

Leaning close, Deepa pinched Sindhu's ear. "You guys must've had a round, huh? The master is cooking."

"Yeah, that's why I'm sleepy," Sindhu sighed dreamily.

In the dining room, Shiva was arranging plates and a bowl of chutney on the table.

"Okay, let's eat," Deepa announced. "I told you not to have breakfast until I arrived, right? I'm starving. Let's eat together."

Just then, Shiva entered the bedroom, bent down, and, to Deepa's amusement, lifted the still-groggy Sindhu into his arms.

"Wow, what did you give him to make him carry you like that?" Deepa laughed.

He carried her to the dining table, where he gently placed her on his lap on a chair. Sindhu rested her sad face on his chest. Deepa came over, her expression softening. "Hey, get up and eat."

"Deepu, you eat. I'll feed her," Shiva said, holding Sindhu's cheeks and lifting her head. 

"Hey, are you going to eat or not?"

"Hmm…" Sindhu responded softly.

Deepa took two dosas for herself and a bowl of chutney. Shiva, too, took a dosa, broke off a piece, dipped it in the chutney, and began feeding Sindhu. She ate in silence.

"Deepu, she had a miscarriage," Shiva said quietly, his gaze fixed on Sindhu.

Deepa's eyes widened in shock. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"It's been twenty days," Shiva explained. "I told her it was just bad luck and to let it go. She was fine then, but from a few days ago, she's been thinking about it constantly and suddenly becomes dull like this."

Deepa rose from her chair, went to Sindhu's side, and took her hand. "Hey, look at me."

"Just leave it," Sindhu murmured, pulling her hand away. "Don't talk about it anymore."

"You’re trying again, right? It'll be okay," Deepa reassured her.

"Hmm…"

"You're going to be so dull when I'm here?" Deepa asked, trying to get her to smile.

"Uh-huh."

"So get up and cheer up. Let's go shopping. Let's have fun."

"Let's do everything," Sindhu said, a hint of a smile on her lips, "but after an hour, okay?"

"That's all I wanted to hear."

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At 1 p.m., in the college staff room, Geetha had finished her lunch and was talking to Ramya.

"Geetha, you joined last year, but Bharat's studies have improved suddenly," Ramya observed. "He's the kind of guy who used to get zeroes in Math."

"Didn't I tell you that Bharat has been coming to me for tuition since November?" Geetha said.

Ramya was surprised. Bharat had kept his tutoring a secret. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah," Geetha said with a touch of pride. "I taught him everything and made him study well."

Ramya smiled cheekily, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Geetha's heart skipped a beat, a flicker of worry that her colleague was getting suspicious.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked.

"Nothing. These brats look at us in a weird way even in class," Ramya said. "Since he takes tuition from you and sits next to you at home, did he look at you like that?"

Geetha offered a faint smile, her thoughts a jumble. "Yeah… What's the point of paying attention to all that? It's enough if he studies, right?"

"Hmm… You're right," Ramya conceded. 

"By the way, why aren't you and Ganesh talking to each other lately?"

"He's getting married," Ramya said flatly.

Geetha burst into laughter.

"Hey!" Ramya protested.

"Now our staff room will be a little more peaceful, haha," Geetha joked.

"Shhh, someone will hear," Ramya hissed, her eyes darting around the room. "You're going to ruin me."

"Okay, okay," Geetha said, trying to control her laughter.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Sindhu.

"Geetha, where are you?"

"At college, Akka."

"Come to my house in the evening."

"Why, Akka?"

"Deepa is here."

"Okay, I'll come."


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