Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

As Bharath scrolled through his phone, Geetha appeared with a glass of milk, wearing a nighty. He glanced up, taking the glass from her, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face. 

The thin fabric of the nighty clung to her body, accentuating the prominent, shapely curve of her boobs and the gentle swell of her hips.

She settled beside him with a faint smile. As he drank the milk, his left hand found its way to her right boob, squeezing it gently.

“Ah, stop that,” she said softly.

“You don’t usually wear a nighty, do you?” he asked.

“Hmm… I bought it yesterday. Thought I’d get used to it. My friend said it would look good on me.”

He squeezed her boob again. “She was right, Miss. It looks very good.”

Pushing his hand away, she urged, “Just drink your milk. Let’s go to sleep.”

“Already? I’m not sleepy yet.”

“Of course you’re not,” she murmured, her hand tracing a path between his thighs and giving a firm squeeze. “Not when you’re like this.”

He flinched at the unexpected touch, gulping down the rest of the milk. “Ah…”

Their eyes met, and she leaned her head on his shoulder, a hint of sadness in her expression.

“You aren’t thinking badly of me, are you?” she asked.

“Badly? What do you mean?”

“I mean… I’m your teacher, and I’m doing this with you.”

“Miss, why would I think that? This is what you want, isn’t it? If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have asked me to come here.”

“Hmm… but I feel like what you just did was wrong.”

“Miss…?”

“Yes. I’m married. Only Gautam should be kissing me, not you.”

Finishing the milk, he set the glass down. “Miss, can I ask you something?”

“Hmm, go on.”

“Gautam sir has never kissed you there all these years. That means he doesn’t, right?”

Geetha was stunned. She looked at him, seeing him turn away, his face flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, but isn’t it true? You say Gautam sir doesn’t do all this. You want these things, don’t you, Miss?” he blurted out, finally saying what had been on his mind for a week.

She couldn't deny it. The playful affection, the simple, lustful touches—Gautam would never give her these things. Recalling all of Bharath’s actions, she knew Gautam wouldn’t do any of it.

She pulled away, turning her face from him. Why shouldn’t Gautam do these things? Why couldn’t he be like this? Why did she have to be like this with her student? The thoughts were painful, and a fresh wave of hurt washed over her at the idea that Bharath might be judging her.

He moved closer, turning her back to him and pulling her into a hug. Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged him back.

“I feel like none of this is right, ra..” she whispered.

“Miss, don’t think like that. If you do, we can’t be like this.”

“But…”

He gently held her chin, lifting her head to meet his gaze, and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Please, why are you thinking like that?”

“With you, instead of him…”

He placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. “Miss, we won’t get this chance again. I want to be like this with you. I want to kiss you, and I want to kiss you there too. Don’t you want to? Miss? Tell me, don’t you?”

She nodded, a soft “Hmm” escaping her lips.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I’m nervous,” she admitted.

A small smile touched his lips. “Do you know what to do to get rid of the nervousness?”

“What should I do?”

He took her left hand and guided it into his shorts, where his erection, hot and firm like an iron rod, awaited her touch. She felt the heat, her hand craving that hard nerves, started closing around him, squeezing passionately. He kissed her on the lips.

“Tell me, Miss… would you be like this if I wasn’t here?”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Then should we stop our romance?”

“No…”

Her hand began to stroke the length of his erection.

“Sss… you’re burning up like you have a fever,” she said, her rhythm quickening.

He pulled his pants down further, giving her a full view. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the red, glans with precum. He took her hand, guiding her index finger to the glistening shine, then brought it to her lips. She looked at him blankly as he wrote on her lower lip, smearing the moisture across it.

He let go of her hand and slid his own down, squeezing her left boob with a lustful hunger. 

She smacked her lips together, tasting his primal precum, a low, lustful moan escaping her.

“Mmmmmm.”

He rubbed his nose against hers, intoxicated by her reaction. “How does it feel?”

“It feels strange…” she whispered, but her hand continued to pump his cock.

He took her hand again, slowing her movements. He tightened the foreskin between her fingers, pulling it back to reveal the full, rose glans. She looked at it, then back at him. He kissed her deeply, their lips locked. Taking a breath, their eyes met again as she stroked his cock and he rubbed his nose against hers, a silent understanding passing between them.

"I also want to see your pussy," Bharath stated, his gaze unwavering.

He had said it so simply, so directly, that Geetha’s surprise was palpable. 

Geetha stared back, a wave of shock washing over her. "Don't say those things," she whispered, a blush creeping up her neck.

He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Miss, you know how good it feels when you stroke mine like that? It’s pure pleasure."

"Hmm," she managed, her breath catching in her throat.

"And it would feel good for you, too, if I touched you like this, right?"

"Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

"So, can I touch you?"

A whirlwind of emotions swirled within her. The memory of their last intimate encounter was still vivid. "Puppy, something already happened when you were here before, so no more... when we meet again..."

To her utter astonishment, he simply said, "Okay, as you wish." He didn't argue, he didn't protest. He just accepted it, and her surprise was replaced by a different kind of dizzying warmth.

He took her hand, joining her index and middle fingers, and brought them to her lips. Their eyes locked, a silent, intoxicating conversation passing between them. Bharath rubbed her fingers across her tongue, his touch gentle yet electric. He then withdrew them, now slick with her saliva, and guided her hand to his straining erection. He signaled for her to stroke him with her spittle-covered fingers.

Geetha obeyed, her fingers tracing the bulb of his penis.

"Ah... Miss," he sighed, his head tilting back. "You never told me what they do on the first night."

"I told you, they do what's in the videos," she replied, her voice soft and breathless.

"Miss, should we watch the videos?"

Her hand froze on his shaft. "No, don't," she said, pulling her hand away.

"Why not? You have a laptop, right?"

"Chee, no," she retorted, a mix of shyness and defiance in her tone.

"Abba, please, let's watch."

"What's there to watch, you fool? No, let's go to sleep," she said, trying to stand.

But his hand shot out, holding hers in a firm but gentle grip. "Miss, please lay down."

She sank back down, a shy surrender in her posture. He took her hand again, a silent invitation in the gesture.

"What is it?" she asked, her fingers instinctively wrapping around his dick and beginning to stroke him again.

"How good it feels," he murmured.

"Hmm, yours is too big."

"Do girls like it when it's long like this, Miss?"

"Hmm..." she hesitated.

"Why, Miss?"

"Because..." she faltered, a blush spreading across her face.

"Huh...?"

"Because we like anything that's big, right?" she finished, a playful boldness entering her voice.

"Oh..."

"Yes."

He leaned in, his lips finding the soft skin of her neck. A soft whimper escaped her lips. 

While kissing her, his right hand found her mangoes through her nightie, squeezing them gently. The desire that had been simmering within her now boiled over. She tightened her grip on him, her strokes becoming more urgent.


"Ahhh... Hmm..."

"Hmm... Miss, let's watch the videos, it's been a long time."

"Haven't I told you not to watch those? You've become very naughty," she chided playfully.

"Abba, I haven't watched them since that day because you told me not to. The exams are also over. Let's watch just once, Miss."

"No, don't."

He fumbled with the string at the neck of her nightie, but it was knotted. "Miss, this isn't coming loose."

She helped him, her fingers quickly untying the knot. He wasted no time, slipping his left hand inside and cupping her bare cheese, squeezing it gently.

"Iss..." she hissed.

"You didn't wear a bra, you thief."

"It's just for the night," she said, her voice laced with shyness.

"Okay, but let's watch the videos."

"Abba, won't you listen when I say no?"

He squeezed her again.

"Iss... don't press it."

"Let's watch, Miss, let's watch together. Friends should watch those things together sometimes."

"Oye, don't give me silly logic."

"Abba, please, Geetha..."

"You'll get hit if you say Geetha again," she said with a laugh, her resistance melting away.

He pulled her nightie down from her shoulder, freeing her left boob. He cupped it from below, squeezing it upwards, and bent his head to kiss the nipple. 

A wave of pure lust coursed through her, and she felt a delicious dizziness.

"Ahh... No, don't. Wasn't what we did earlier enough?"

"I'm saying let's watch the videos. Do you feel sleepy now, tell me?"

She pushed him away gently, adjusting her dress.

"Please, Miss, let's watch. You watch them, right?"

"I don't just watch them like you."

"Today, I'm asking you to watch for me."

A part of her worried. If they watched those videos, he would have questions, and what would she say? To distract him, she took his dick in her left hand and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a playful dare.

"Now why do you need videos, tell me?"

"It feels good, Miss..." he said, his voice a low moan.

She kissed his neck, her lips tracing a path of fire. "Hmm, doesn't this feel good?"

"Hmm..." he sighed in blissful surrender.


A shiver ran down Bharath’s spine as Geetha traced the prominent nerve of his shaft, which lay bent against his stomach.

"Ah, miss…" a low groan escaped his lips. He bit down on her shoulder, a hot, trembling sensation radiating from him. He then looked at her, his gaze intense, as he gently caressed her cheek. "Where's the laptop, miss?"

"Why this madness today?" Geetha asked, her voice a mix of confusion and excitement.

"So I can get in the mood by watching it, and then you can tell me about it," he said with a laugh, his eyes fixated on her hand.

Geetha leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm already doing it for you."

Bharat turned his head and kissed her lips. "Not now. I want it after watching the video."

She squeezed the head of his cock with her thumb.

"Aaah…" Bharat moaned.

"It's on the TV desk," she said. "Stay here and watch it."

"Should I watch it alone?" he asked. "Won't you watch it with me?"

"You want to watch it, so you watch it."

"No. I want us to watch it together."

"Okay," Geetha agreed.

Bharat pulled up his shorts, and they both went into the living room, retrieved the laptop, and sat on the bed.

Geetha chewed on her nails. "Is this necessary? It feels weird watching this with you."

"Miss, sit on my lap," he said, reaching for her waist.

"No, no. Let's sit side by side like this," she protested, but he held her waist and pulled her toward him. She struggled, trying to stay off his lap. "Come on, miss."

She knelt in front of him, held his face, and looked into his eyes. "Puppy, what's wrong? You're not listening to me today. You're being too stubborn."

He held her face in his hands. "Miss, sit on my lap. I'll sniff you. You know I love that."

"Just that, then," she conceded. "Your hands shouldn't go wandering again."

Bharat smiled mischievously. "What can I do if they don't listen to me?"

She pulled his ear. "See, I knew you were a naughty boy. You're just looking for an excuse to get in."

"Ah… okay," he said. "If you don't like sitting on me, then don't."

Geetha's eyes widened. Bharat turned his face away sulking. She immediately sat on his left thigh. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her onto his lap, and kissed her neck smiling.

"Mmm… do you know how good it feels to be with you like this?" he said.

Geetha gave him a shy smile. "Mmm… you always want it like this."

He rubbed his nose on her shoulder. "Mmm… this nighty is so smooth."

"I know… it's also light," she whispered.

"And it shows off your boobs so well," he added.

"Naughty fellow. Your gaze is always there," she said, but her tone was affectionate.

"They're that sexy," he replied.

She put her left hand behind his head and caressed him. "Lately, you're not acting like a kid."

"Then how am I acting?"

"You're acting without fear. You're not thinking that I might scold."

"You won't say anything. I know," he said, burying his face in her armpit.

"Why?"

"Because we've become so close now," he said.

"Is that all you think?"

He pulled her nighty sleeve down with his teeth and kissed her armpit. "Mmm… that's all I think."

"Uh…"

"It's okay if I pull this sleeve down a little, right?"

"Ya..…"

He folded the velvet sleeve with his hand, pulled it up to her shoulder, and smelled her armpit. "Ha…" he said, rubbing his nose intoxicatingly. Geetha shivered slightly.

"Mmm… what are you saying, what are you doing?"

"I have a doubt, miss."

"What is it?"

"How could Gautam sir leave you here and go abroad?"

"He got a job, so he went," she explained.

He kissed her cheek. "How, miss, how could he leave you? How could he leave this beauty and go?"

"What should he do? He doesn't have the same mindset as you…" she sighed.

Bharat chuckled softly. 

"Hey, don't laugh."

Rubbing his nose in her armpit, he said, "Oh, I'm going crazy, miss, smelling you. That's why they say men does wars for a women."

Geetha was instantly pleased. "Enough. You always find words to flirt. Where are you hearing these words?"

"Haha… I read it in a story."

He reached his hands forward and opened the laptop. As he leaned forward, his hard-on rubbed against her buttocks from behind. Her body became intoxicated with his warmth.

"Miss, the password?"

She adjusted her body a little, putting her face in his neck. "Geetha one two three…" she said, and then kissed his throat. After that, she warmly touched his chest with her hands and hid her face in his neck.

Opening a website on the laptop, Bharat said, "Miss, look here."

She kissed his shoulder and looked at the laptop. "Hmm…"

Bharat opened a porn video. "Where are the earbuds?"

"Wait, I'll get them." Geetha got up, went to the living room, and returned with a small AirPods box. She gave it to Bharat.

He took one out and gave it to her. "Miss, you wear this one on the left. I'll wear the right one."

Geetha got back on the bed. Bharat leaned against the bed wall, stretched his legs, and asked her to sit in the middle. She did so, leaning forward and placing the laptop beside his thighs.

As Geetha moved, his pants went under her buttocks and stretched forward. Gradually, he was rubbing against her back, pressing against her, and peeking out of his shorts. She wasn't able to sit properly. He was struggling behind her, moving from side to side. She looked at him, wondering why he was moving like that.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Sit properly. Don't move your legs here and there."

"Oh, okay, okay."

He stopped moving and placed his chin on her right shoulder. He pressed play on the video, inhaling the scent of her hair. 

In the video, a middle-aged man was kissing a thirty-year-old girl's lips. He had the girl kneeling on the bed and was kissing her lips from behind. Geetha watched silently. Bharat pushed her hair back from her neck and kissed her below the ear. She pushed him aside.
"Watch properly," she said.