Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Just as the match ended, Bharat happily hugged Sushila. Then he shook his father's hand and received congratulations. Geeta also came over, shook his hand, and offered her congratulations. 

When Rafeeq called for him, Bharat went up on the stage. The Junior College Sports Organization first gave Sai Krishna and Bharat their medals and a trophy in recognition of their victory. As everyone clapped, Geeta took a picture of them with her phone.

With his medal in hand, Bharat came back to Sushila. 

Geeta's gaze, which had been fixed on the medal, zoomed out a bit, taking in his heaving chest and sweat-soaked neck and shoulders. 

Seeing the joy of victory and the pride of accomplishment shining in his eyes, a new kind of attraction began to take root within her. 

Just then, Bharat cast a small, mischievous sideways glance and a playful smile toward Geeta. 

To be looked at like that by him in the middle of a crowd, with his mother right there, made her feel shy. She turned her face away and rubbed her hands together, holding back a rush of desire.

The three of them then walked with Bharat to the parking lot outside.

"Did you come by bus, Aunty?" Geeta asked Sushila.

"Yes, Geeta," Sushila replied.

"Okay, Aunty, I'll drop you off at home."

"Don't you have other things to do?"

"No, Aunty... It's the holidays."

"Alright then..."

"Wait, I'll be right back."

Three minutes later, Geeta pulled up in her car. Bharat opened the back door, helped his parents get in, and then slid into the passenger seat.

As she drove, Geeta said, "Aunty, Gautam called. We’re going to Canada next week. He asked me to ask you again."

Bharat silently looked at Geeta's hands on the steering wheel, then tried to glance at her neck, but decided against it and turned his face forward.

"He's never left the country," Srinivas said. "He's still a boy."

"I'll be there, Uncle. Everything is there. You don't have to worry."

"But I don't want him to cause any trouble for you."

"Why would he cause me trouble?"

"I said no at first," Sushila said. "He was nagging me the other day, saying he wanted to go."

"Haha... Aunty, it's only for three or four days. We'll go and come right back."

"My tournament is also over," Bharat added. "My exam results will also be out by the time I get back."

"That's right," Geeta said. "Aunty, we should have a party after Bharat's results are out."

"Of course, Geeta. I'll be happy if he gets good marks because you tutored him. I used to worry so much that he wouldn't study and that my son would fall behind in his studies." Sushila wiped her eyes with the end of her saree.

"Aunty, I told you, Bharat will get good marks. I guarantee it."

"Hmm..."

"Don't worry, Mom. Trust what Miss says..." he said with a laugh, turning his head back.

"My boy..." Sushila said, circling her son's head with her hands and snapping her fingers to ward off evil.

"Bharat, you have to study well not only now but in college as well. Otherwise, your girlfriend will get mad."

As soon as Geeta said that, the two in the back looked at Bharat.

"It's nothing, Mom. Miss is just joking."

"Haha.... Aunty, did you know that your Bharat even has a girlfriend?"

"Is that so..." Srinivas said, laughing.

"Poor guy, he's upset she couldn't come to watch the match today."

"That's not it, Mom. Miss, you have no work. Was that necessary right now?"

"Hahaha... Are you shy?"

"Why would I be shy?"

"Stop it, Geeta. That's enough. He's still a boy,” sushila countered.

Geeta looked at Bharat sideways and smiled mischievously. He looked down.

"Hmm..."

They arrived at Bharat's house, and Sushila invited Geeta inside. Bharat said he would take a shower and went to the back of the house. By the time he came back, Sushila had made tea, and he sat down next to Geeta.

"Honey, have some tea and then go get some mutton," Sushila said.

"I'll get it," Srinivas replied.

"This boy hasn't been eating properly at home lately; he just eats whatever they give him there..." Sushila told Geeta.

"The food there was good, too," Bharat said.

"Even if the food there is good, nothing beats home-cooked food," Sushila insisted.

"That's right," Geeta added. "You said you didn't eat sweets or ice cream the other day, so eat now."

"That's right, Mom. I'll go buy some ice cream. For all three of us..."

"Why ice cream right after having tea?" Srinivas asked.

"It's okay, Dad. The tea will be digested by the time I get back with the ice cream."

"Okay, then bring three for the three of us."

"I don't need any. I'm going," Geeta said.

Suddenly, Bharat grabbed Geeta's left hand and intertwined their fingers. She shivered at his touch.

"Mom, Miss is having dinner at our house tonight," he announced.

"No, why?" Geeta protested.

"Geeta, why do you keep trying to get out of it every time?" Sushila said. "You have to eat here tonight."

"That's right, she has to stay here. Isn't that right, Mom?"

"It's her choice," Sushila replied.

"She will. Miss, please stay..." he said, making a puppy-dog face.

"I'll come some other time, we have holidays, right?" she said, pinching his cheek.

"No, you have to stay tonight. Please, please... What are you going to do at home anyway? Stay with us tonight."

"Bharat..."

"Please, Miss, please... I'll call Gautam Sir and tell him that Miss is staying at our house tonight."

"Okay, okay, I'll stay," Geeta finally relented.

"Alright, Geeta, first move the car to the side. I'm going to the market and will be back," Srinivas said.

"Dad, drop me off at the bakery. I'll walk back."

"Okay, come on..."

"Miss, stay. If you leave after telling Mom something, I won't eat dinner tonight."

"Okay, go. I'll stay."

Overjoyed by her agreement, he gave a small kiss on her cheek. "Thanks, Miss," he said and rushed off. She happily rubbed her cheek.

After Bharat left the house, Sushila pulled up a chair next to Geeta, sat down, and held her hand. "I misunderstood before, but thank you," Sushila said.

"It's okay, Aunty. He's my friend, so if he likes it, then..."

"That's right. It's been ten years since he's been this happy, Geeta."

"You shouldn't worry about his studies at all, either. He just likes to play games. If he wants to study, he will. He's not like he used to be anymore."

"Hmm... Sit down, Geeta. I'll go mix the flour for the pooris."

"I'll help, let's go."

"No, no... You sit. Why should you work? When he comes back, he'll scold me for making his teacher work. You wait."

Sushila got up and went to the kitchen. Geeta walked outside, parked the car by the wall in front of the house, and came back inside. She went straight to the kitchen.

"How long have you been living in this house, Aunty?"

"We are from Siricilla. My father bought this house for me as a dowry."

"Oh, I see... But it's nice. A kitchen, two bedrooms, a hall. But it's an old house."

"Yes, we had some repairs done three years ago. When my Bittu gets on his feet, he will build a new house.”

"Who is Bittu, Aunty?"

"Haha... Bharat. His grandmother and I call him Bittu."

"Oh, really... He never told me."

"He likes his name. He insists on being called Bharat."

"Oh..."

Sushila mixed the flour, placed the rolling board for the pooris, and took the rolling pin.

"I'll heat the oil," Geeta offered.

"Geeta... You stop. There's no need. I'll do it myself."

"But, Aunty, you still have to cook the curry," Geeta said.

"You go... Go and sit under the fan over there."

As Geeta turned around, Bharat was standing there holding a bag of ice cream. Seeing Sushila with her face turned towards her, kneading the dough, he bent his neck and kissed Geeta's nose. She was startled, stepped back, and pinched Bharat's hand. He laughed and moved away.

"Miss, come on, let's eat ice cream," he said.

Sushila heard Bharat's voice and looked up.

"Come on, Mom, let's eat," he repeated.

"You two eat... I'll eat tomorrow morning. If I eat now, my throat will get sore."

"Okay then, I'll put it in the fridge. We'll eat it after dinner."

"Yeah, that's better," Geeta said.

Bharat put the bag in the fridge.

"Your teacher wants to make pooris," Sushila said. "Should I let her?"

"No way... Miss, you work at your house when you go home. Do you have to work here, too? Come on, you’re our guest tonight. Mom, call us when dinner is ready. Miss and I are going to the terrace for some fresh air."

"Yes, okay, go ahead," Sushila said.

He held Geeta's hand and pulled her straight to his room.

‘Oh no, don't, Geeta, stop. He's just a boy.’

Bharat took her to the room and closed the door.

Embarrassed and laughing shyly, she took a step away from him.

"What is it? You said we were going upstairs," Geeta said.

In one step, he hugged Geeta tightly. She was trapped in his embrace like a bird. He wrapped his hands around her waist, put his face in her neck, and squeezed her even tighter. 

The fresh scent of Bharat, who had just showered, enveloped her. She laughed mischievously and was about to gently push him back when he, with a pained expression, tightened his grip on her waist.

"Thank you, Miss," he said.

"Hey, puppy," she replied.

"It's because of you, Miss, that I won today. Rafeeq Sir said he'll recommend me for the district list."

Immediately, she put her hand in his hair and stroked him, pressing her lips to his neck.

"I've been holding back from thanking you like this, Miss," he said.

"I know," she replied.

While Bharat was sharing his happiness, his touch ignited a fire within Geeta. 

She lifted his head and met his tear-filled eyes. 

Geeta, with desire-filled eyes, rose on her tiptoes and joined her lips to his. 

He bent his neck and kissed her lips with passion. 

Geeta bit and pulled on Bharat's lip with yearning and kissed him. 

A warm breath was released between the two of them.

"You're so kissable today..." she said.

"Shh... then kiss me..." he said, pinching her waist.

Geeta shivered drunkenly and joined their lips again. Their mouths fought and intertwined, and he stroked her back with his fingers, then grabbed her upper lip and kissed her.

"I thought you brought me to the room for this reason..." she said.

Stroking her cheek, Bharat said, "Miss, you'll sleep next to me tonight. That's why I asked you to stay." He kissed her. 

Geeta gasped, "Umf."

"Let's go upstairs, Miss, come on," he said.

She silently climbed the stairs behind him.

 Although the street light outside illuminated the front of the house, the area behind the house was dark. He held her hand and led her there, then sat down on the floor, spreading his legs wide.

"Miss, sit on my lap," he said.

She looked around. The light from the house next door's window was shining from the north. "No, what if they see..." she said.

"You won't be seen once you sit down, Miss... Come on, sit..."

He grabbed the edge of her saree and pulled. Hesitantly, she slowly lowered her knees and settled herself on Bharat's lap. He put his hand on her waist, pulled her closer, and kissed her neck. Geeta kept looking at the window of the house next door.

"Hey, they'll see, the window is open," she said, trying to get up, but he held her in place by wrapping his arms around her waist.

"It's nothing, what are they, peeping?" he said.

"I don't know..."

"Look here."

She turned her head and lifted her eyelids. Seeing her moon-like face in the dark, he kissed her nose.

"Miss, do you know how warm it feels when you're like this?" he said. "I just feel good when I'm with you."

"Hmm..."

He looked from her chest to her waist, put his fingers inside the end of her saree, and rubbed her navel while kissing her forehead.

"The saree is nice," he said.

"Oh..."

"It would be even better if it was off."

Geeta's lips twisted. He pressed his lips to her ear.

"Mmm," she moaned.

"I wish there was college... I feel like it's over so soon," he said.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I used to come to class every day and look at you and your waist."

She put her hand on his and intertwined her fingers with his. "And where is your hand now?"

He kissed her throat. Geeta's eyes flickered in bliss.

"It's also nice to just stare at you," he said.

"Hmm..."

When he tried to put his hand inside her pleats, she stopped him.

"No..."

He bit the fat on her neck. Twisting, she moaned, "Ah," and grabbed his elbow. Slowly, he put his index finger inside the pleats and caressed her small navel hidden underneath them.

"Ss..." she hissed.

"I need this sweet for winning today," he said.

"If you want it, take it..." she replied.

He twisted his finger. "Mmmm...." she said, chewing her lip.

"Miss, put your hand in my pants..." he said.

"Ugh, no..."

"Oh, please, Miss..."

"No, I'm already uncomfortable, we're out in the open like this."

While twisting his finger on her navel and kissing her ear, Bharat said, "Are you sure you don't want to? Miss, I did it myself the other day, not again."

"Ugh, don't tell me things like that," she said.

"I will... Miss, sit on my thigh here."

"Uh-huh, no, this is fine."

He held her hips gently and moved her to the left, settling her buttocks on his thigh.

"No... we have to go down, your mom will call," she said.

He lifted his head and kissed her lips. Geeta froze.

"Miss, what did you do this week? College is closed, right?" he asked.

"Nothing. Just stayed at home."

"Miss, did you watch porn?"

"I told you not to ask things like this..."

"Oh, come on, tell me, Miss... What did you do?"

She pouted. "What do I do? Nothing."

"Miss, you didn't even use that thing?"

"What's that?"

"The dildo in your TV cabinet..."

She slapped his cheek. "What's that to you... Shut up and don't ask anything else."

"Hahaha..."

"Your mom calls you a boy, you dirty fellow..."

"I didn't do anything dirty, why are you calling me that?"

"The way you talk."

He grabbed her right hand's fingers, rubbed them, and then put her index finger in his mouth. "Mmm, Miss, I want to bite and eat these."

"You're licking like a dog..." she said.

He put his index and middle fingers together and put them in his mouth.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked.

He took them out, licked the lines on her palm, and started to move her hand downwards. Understanding his intention, she pulled her hand back.

"Ugh, no... dirty fellow. See, this is why I call you that."

"Okay, fine, we'll see after you come to my room tonight."

"Why do you have to think about this every time we meet?"

"What, you don't? Why did you kiss me without me asking?"

"That's... when you hugged me like that..."

He rested his head on her chest. "Miss, this is how I show my affection for you."

She hugged his head with her left hand. "Show me... This is what I want."

He smiled slightly and moved her hand into his pajamas, placing it on his hard-on.

"Ugh, you crazy kid, you don't listen," she said.

"Mmm..."

"Why is it so small?" she asked.

"You have to make it bigger."

Geeta laughed.

"Aaaah...." he screamed, swaying.

"Hmm... are you going to do that again?..." she asked, teasing him, shaking her head.

"Miss... ah... it hurts, Miss, if you do that. Don't pinch it like that..."

"Hahaha..."

When Geeta took her hand out, he grabbed it, looked into her eyes, and brought it to her nose. 

The scent of sweat of his balls on her fingers entered her nose, making Geeta feel intoxicated. Bharat touched her lips with the same fingers. She closed her eyes and sank into a daze.

"Miss..." he whispered.

"Mm..." she said, pushing her lips into his fingers.

That scent made Geeta surrender. It gave life to the desires simmering within her. Bharat pressed her waist and leaned on her.

"Ss..." she hissed.

"Does this dirty fellow please you, Miss?" he asked.

"Mm..."

He bent his index finger and poked it between her lips.

 ‘No... what am I doing...’

She opened her eyes and pushed Bharat's hand away.

"What happened, Miss?" he asked.

"Nothing... let's go downstairs..." She began to move but stopped in the middle of her sentence. Bharat's left hand rested on her left boob. Looking into her eyes, he tightened his grip on her swelling boob. As it was squeezed, it gave life to her passion, and she clutched his shoulder tightly.

"Give me this, Miss..." he said.

"I said let's go downstairs, what are you doing more?"

He moved her saree and put his nose in the valley between her breasts, inhaling. 

The heat of his breath on her chest made her sigh, and she hugged his head again. He kissed her warmly there.

"Ah..."

He moved his left hand to her waist and with his right, he lightly held her breast and drew his nose across her chest. "Uh... This scent will drive me crazy," he said.

"That's enough," she said.

"No one will come up here, Miss."

"That's not it, you won't be able to control yourself."

"Please, Miss..."

She grabbed his hair and lifted his head. "Listen to me... If you do that, I'll want more. Not here."

They looked into each other's eyes, their breaths intertwining, and stopped, longing for a kiss. 

‘I feel like I won't be able to stop myself. 

How long can I keep this affection within limits? 

Sometimes I scold myself, and 

sometimes I feel happy within myself. 

The intimacy of another man besides 

my husband is doing something to me.’