Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Leaving the river and the mist of the Falls behind, the three of them stepped onto the main thoroughfare. The change in atmosphere was instant and electrifying. The streets of Niagara were a riot of sound and color, a carnival that never slept. Shops spilled out onto the pavements, neon signs flashed, and the air buzzed with the chatter of tourists. Arcade stalls and bustling restaurants lined the road, creating a densely packed, exhilarating experience.

Right beside them, the vibrant, chaotic wonderland of Clifton Hill demanded attention. Go-kart racing tracks spiraled and curved, a dedicated play area offered endless distractions for kids, and a massive, fiberglass dinosaur model stood guard over the fun. Dominating the skyline, however, was the SkyWheel, a giant observation wheel whose cars moved in slow, constant rotation, pulling riders high above the city.

Geetha and Bharat both looked up, their eyes following the ascending cabins.

"Miss, we once rode a giant wheel at an exhibition," Bharat remarked, craning his neck. "But this one is much, much taller than that."

"Yes," Geetha agreed, shielding her eyes. "It looks like this thing runs all the time."

"Tourists keep pouring in, so why wouldn't it?" Bharat shrugged.

Geetha sighed, a look of delightful overwhelm on her face. "It feels like one day wouldn't even be enough to see all of this."

Gautam, who had been observing the scene with a wry smile, chimed in. "Exactly. We only came for a single day. Yet some people book four or five-day vacations just for the Falls, and many come here for their honeymoon."

Bharat's eyes twinkled with mischief. "If I wasn't here, it would've seemed like the two of you were on your honeymoon, Sir," he quipped, ducking slightly as Geetha swiftly gave his arm a gentle but firm pinch.

Gautam played along. "Do you want to test that theory? I'll book your flight from here for tomorrow morning, straight back to India. Then we can have our honeymoon."

Geetha laughed, a genuine, warm sound. "Will you actually go?"

"Uh-uh, no way," Bharat immediately shook his head.

Gautam chuckled. "Hahaha."

In that moment, a different sight caught Bharat’s eye: the dazzling entrance of the Canadian Midway Casino. A massive sign advertised arcade games, lighting up the road with a promise of electronic thrills.



"Sir, can we go inside that? Let’s kill some time," Bharat requested eagerly.

Gautam pointed a finger high up and across the street, drawing their attention to the slender, soaring structure that pierced the sky—the Skylon Tower. "I was thinking we should climb that tower first."

Bharat and Geetha followed his gaze. The tower was an elevator to the heavens, breathtaking in its vertical ambition.

"Wow, that's super!" Bharat exclaimed. "If we climb up there, we can see the whole area, Sir."



"We can," Gautam confirmed. "We'll get the best view of the waterfalls from there."

"But let's hit the casino first," Bharat insisted. "We can save the Tower for last, and then go straight to the hotel from there. Why come back this way?"

"Fine," Gautam conceded. "That plan works well enough."

Geetha, caught between the two men's enthusiasm, found herself unable to object. Giving in to the arcade's siren call, the three of them entered the casino complex.

The interior was a blast of noise, flashing lights, and digitized sound. Electronic gaming machines lined the halls, interspersed with vending machines dispensing energy drinks and snacks.



At a central counter, a tall Caucasian man with a neatly trimmed brown beard and a blue cap was handling transactions. Gautam and Bharat made their way toward him.

Gautam placed a crisp Canadian dollar note on the counter. "One hundred dollars," he stated.

The attendant took the money and asked, "Five (5) or Ten (10), Sir?"

"Ten," Gautam replied.

The man quickly counted out ten metallic token coins, each representing ten dollars in value. "You can use these for any game. If you need to change the valuation or cash them out, just come back to the counter."

"Okay, thank you."

Gautam handed the entire stack of coins to Bharat. "Have fun."

As the three of them walked slowly through the rows of flashing machines, Bharat turned the coins over in his hand, his eyes scanning for the perfect game. To Geetha, the entire scene was completely new. She had never been to an arcade station this massive, this packed with games.

A few young men were already hunched over various machines, their faces lit by the glowing screens, absorbed entirely in the digital world.


Bharath's eyes lit up as he spotted a Tekken arcade machine gleaming under the neon lights. A familiar grin stretched across his face.

"A Tekken machine!" he chuckled, making a beeline for it.

He settled onto the worn stool and, with a nostalgic clink, dropped a token into the coin slot. The machine roared to life with the iconic opening sounds.

Geetha, unable to resist the pull of his boyish enthusiasm, dbangd an arm over his shoulder, leaning in to watch.

"I can't believe how long it’s been since I played this," Gautham mused, watching them. "Back in Karimnagar, on the way to Srinivas Cinema Theatre, there was this little PlayStation shop. We used to drop five rupees and play for hours."

"I used to hog the controller at Kaushik’s place," Bharath said, his gaze fixed on the screen.
Geetha simply hummed.

"Have you ever played, Miss?" Bharath asked, glancing up at her.

"Uh-uh," she shook her head. "I never got into these things. We didn't have arcades in my village."

"Oh," Bharath replied, a hint of surprise in his voice.

The first round was a decisive victory for Bharath over Kazuya. As the second round began, Gautham moved away to check a notification on his phone. In that brief moment, Geetha's hand, still resting on Bharath's shoulder, slipped beneath the hem of his T-shirt, playfully and deliberately tracing a warm path up and down his back.

"Miss, stop distracting me," he whispered, feigning annoyance.

While the screen echoed with the sound of digital punches—dishoom dishoom—Geetha leaned down, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck. Bharath’s concentration shattered. Distracted by the unexpected intimacy, he lost control and was swiftly defeated by Jin.

"Ah! Miss! Why did you do that, sh..."

Geetha’s laughter was bright and unapologetic. "Ha-ha! How many times do you do this to me when I'm cooking? You’re such a puppy, you never listen when I say no."

He twisted his neck back, his eyes sparkling with a wicked invitation. "Tell me if you’re in the mood. We can make out in the restrooms."

"Ugh… you naughty boy…." she muttered, turning away with a flush of embarrassed excitement.

"Do you want to play now, Miss?" he offered.

"No, I don’t know how."

"Come on, it would be fun for you to play instead of just standing there."

"You go on, I’m fine," she insisted.

Accepting defeat for now, Bharath stood up, letting the game go.

Gautham returned. "What happened? Done already?"

"I lost," Bharath admitted.

"Too bad. Try a racing game then. You might like that better."

"Yeah, let’s see."

"Come on," Gautham said, taking Geetha's hand. "Let's check out the whole place."

As the three walked, they noticed a row of racing units: motorbikes facing large gaming screens. Bharath gravitated towards them instantly. He straddled one bike, and Gautham mounted the one next to it.



Geetha let out a soft, amused giggle.

"What are you laughing at?" Gautham asked, raising an eyebrow with a playful, knowing look.

"Just… are uncles allowed to play these?" she teased.

"Hey!" Gautham lightly tapped her arm.

"Come on, Miss, you play too," Bharath urged.

"No, I don't think so…"

She settled her handbag over her shoulder and stood between the two bikes.

It was an opportunity too good for Bharath's quick and mischievous mind to pass up.

He dismounted. "Miss, come on, get on," he said, holding out a hand to her.

"No, really."

"Come on, we’ll play together." He took her hand and led her to his bike.

Geetha glanced at Gautham, who simply watched without interfering.

"Get on, Miss. I’ll sit behind you. We’ll play as a team."

Geetha finally conceded. She swung her leg over the seat. As she settled, Bharath climbed on behind her, his arms resting casually on her shoulders. His chest pressed against her back, instantly igniting a slow, deliberate warmth.

Gautham couldn't miss the closeness.

But Bharath, emboldened, gave no thought to Gautham's presence. He buried his face in her neck and, hidden from Gautham’s view, kissed her right cheek. Geetha gave a discreet little shimmy of her shoulder in playful protest.

Bharath dropped a coin in and unlocked the game, followed by Gautham.

Geetha’s right side was now completely obscured from Gautham’s sight.

"Miss, we’ll do it like this," Bharath said loudly, holding the handle with his left hand. "You hold it with your right, and I'll hold the other side."

She followed his instruction, gripping the handle with her right hand.

In the same breath, Bharath’s right hand slipped under her top and firmly squeezed her waist. Geetha gasped, a small, choked "Mm…" escaping her lips as she swallowed her breath, her body momentarily spiking with heat.

"Be quiet, Miss, I'll take care of it," he whispered into her ear.

She twisted her neck slightly to the right, a flustered look on her face. "Don't, dear," she hissed softly.

He ignored her, kissing her neck as he squeezed her waist again.

"Shh… the game is starting, Miss. Don't talk."

She could only squeeze the handle in response.

He moved his hand deeper and higher, under her clothing, and found her right boob, cupping it firmly. Geetha’s eyes widened in stunned surprise. She tried to wriggle away in a sudden panic.

"Just listen to me without talking," Bharath commanded quietly.

"Mm-hmm…"

The starting music of the game effectively masked their intimate whispers from Gautham. Gautham glanced over.

Bharath gave him a small, innocent smile. "Sir, I'm going to make Miss score higher than you."

"Oh, really? We'll see," Gautham challenged.

Geetha managed an awkward smile.

"Miss, give it some gas, the accelerator..." Bharath said loudly, then added in a low voice, "Come to my room again tonight."

Geetha’s panic intensified, and she didn't respond, only increasing the bike's acceleration. Bharath controlled the turning.

"Are you coming?" he pressed.

Still no answer.

This time, he squeezed her boob. "Tell me?"

"Mm…" she nodded, simultaneously increasing the race speed.

"Slow down, Miss!" Bharath shouted.

She eased off the throttle.

Gautham was now fully focused on his own race, concentrating hard.

"We'll cut the cake," Bharath murmured, his voice husky, "and I’ll smear it on your boobs and lick it off…" He licked her earlobe languidly.

Geetha's internal turmoil mounted. Pressed against Bharath, his kisses and the heat from his body sent a passionate tremor through her.

His hand never stopped moving beneath her shirt, kneading and softly squeezing her breast.

"Stop…" she managed to groan in a thin whisper.

"Shh, don't talk… Sir will get suspicious." He kissed her neck, all while expertly controlling the bike.

"I’m sorry about the waist pain. We'll do it on the bed tonight. We’ll do whatever you want."
Geetha could only nod, words failing her.

"Miss, your scent… and squeezing you like this, I just can’t control myself, even with Gautham sir right here."

Geetha instinctively sped up again.

"Slow down, Miss," Bharath said, turning the bike right with his left hand, and then he bit and tugged her earlobe.

Geetha bit back a sound, her grip weakening. Bharath controlled the bike with one hand, passing level lines in the game, and played with her breast with his right.

"Don't squeeze so hard," she breathed.

"It’s so hot inside. Don’t worry, we won't get caught."

"Stop it."

" I just wanted to be like this for a little while."

"A little while, you say… Mmm… You get me all heated up, and then you stop."

"Should I squeeze the other boob, then?"

"No-uh, no, he might see."

Bharath finished round 1 in third place. Gautham took first.

When Gautham looked over, Bharath quickly stopped and spoke.

"Second round, Sir! If I win this one, you have to buy me something."

"Okay," Gautham agreed.

The second round began with another coin drop.

"If I win this round, I'm going to ask Sir to buy us condoms for tonight," Bharath murmured.
Geetha instinctively slapped the back of his head. Gautham didn't notice, his attention fixed on the screen.

"Sorry, I forgot he doesn't know about that," Bharath whispered.

"Mm-hmm."

He bit and licked the back of her neck while steering the bike. Geetha, now totally under his spell, felt herself dissolving into his control.

She let go of the handle and took Bharath’s hand, guiding it from her chest down to her waist. Bharath probed her navel and then slid his fingers beneath her pants.
"Miss, is this okay?" he asked drowsily.

"Mm-hmm…"

"Never mind, you'll moan…" he said, intentionally teasing her, withdrawing his hand.
Geetha stood mute, unsure how to react to the mix of desire and public exposure. Bharath focused on the game, his hand resting securely on her waist.

Despite his best effort, he managed only second place, missing the top spot. Geetha laughed softly. Gautham came in third.

Bharath got off the bike.

"Sir, why don't you and Miss play together now? I’ll play single in your place."

"Sure," Gautham replied.

They swapped positions. Gautham climbed on behind Geetha and playfully pinched her waist.

"Ah!" Geetha cried out.

"What happened, Miss?" Bharath laughed.

"Nothing," she quickly said.

Gautham smiled and dropped a coin for the third round. He made her hold the handles with both hands, steering the race, and kissed her left ear.

Just when she thought Gautham wouldn't escalate the heat Bharath had generated, Gautham bit her neck with another kiss.

"Why is there spit on your neck?" Gautham asked.

"He must have put it there," Geetha mumbled.

Gautham pinched her hand. Bharath, playing his single-player game, looked over but pretended not to notice.

Gautham, controlling the handle, expertly overtook bikes in the race. Bharath, increasing his bike’s speed, overtook the fourth-place player.

"Sir, let's go shopping too. I want to buy a gift for Miss," Bharath suggested.
"Oh, what are you planning to buy?"

"Just something."

"Where will you get the money, dear?" Geetha asked.

"You give it to me."

"You'll buy me a gift with my own money?"

"Once I give the gift, it’s not your money anymore," Bharath countered.

"Ha-ha, true," Gautham conceded.

Geetha, watching the game, said, "Don't bother, dear. We don't need gifts between us."

The race timer appeared on the screen, counting down from 10 to 1. Both men concentrated fiercely to finish the final round. Bharath took second rank, and Gautham finished third. They both missed the bonus again.

Geetha dismounted the bike, slinging her handbag over her shoulder. "Enough playing. Let's go," she said.

The desire to go outside was instantly eclipsed by the captivating sight of the spinning roulette tables. Two people were already immersed in the game at a nearby table, and the hypnotic rhythm of the wheel immediately snagged their attention.





A mischievous glint entered Bharat’s eye. He pointed a finger toward the tables. “Sir, let’s play that. If we win some profit, I can buy a gift with that money.”

The suggestion brought the three to a halt. Gautam looked at Geetha, a silent question in his gesture—was she game?

“Enough, my dear,” Geetha said, shaking her head gently.

“Just this one,” Bharat pleaded.

Gautam relented with an indulgent smile. “Okay, let’s go.”



As they approached the velvet rope, a cheerful attendant welcomed them. Gautam engaged him in a quick conversation, inquiring about the chip exchange. While Geetha’s gaze was fixed entirely on Bharat, Gautam excused himself and headed to the exchange counter for more coins.

Geetha put a hand on Bharat’s shoulder, her tone earnest. “Is this game necessary? What gift will you buy?”

“If I tell you beforehand, how will it be a gift?” Bharat replied, his eyes dancing. “And let me tell you one more thing, now I will place a bet with Sir…” He let out a playful, mischievous laugh, the sound bubbling with hidden meaning.

The attendant nearby, who hadn't understood their Telugu exchange, offered a slight, polite smile. The single, universally understood word, 'bet,' had clearly registered.
Geetha raised her eyebrows, a mix of curiosity and mild irritation in her expression. “A bet about what?”

“I’ll tell you when Sir comes back.”

“Tell me…” she insisted, punctuating the word with a sharp pinch to his arm.
“Ouch!” Bharat winced dramatically. “Don’t keep pinching me, Miss. I’m warning you, I won’t tolerate it if you pinch me again.”

She pinched him again, her eyes narrowing. “What, are you getting over-confident? What will you do, dear?”

Bharat didn't flinch this time. He moved closer, his gaze locking with hers, a sudden, unnerving arrogance flashing in his eyes. His voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur, cutting through the background noise of the casino. “Not now, I’ll tell you what I’ll do to you when you are without clothes. I won’t even spare you because you’re a teacher.”

Geetha was momentarily stunned, a slight confusion clouding her face. The proximity, the unexpected bluntness of his statement, and the dark promise in his tone made her heart stumble. She couldn't begin to imagine what he was actually capable of.

“Move away,” she whispered, glancing nervously toward the counter. “He is watching.”
Bharat took a measured step back, a satisfied smirk curving his lips.

Just as Gautam was returning, holding a small stack of chips, Bharat quickly seized Geetha's hand and pulled her to stop directly in front of Gautam.

“What happened?” Gautam asked, surprised by the abrupt action. “Why did you come here?”

“Sir, shall we make a bet, the two of us?” Bharat proposed, his energy crackling.
“What bet?”

Bharat glanced at the roulette table, a plan clearly forming in his mind, while Geetha vigorously shook her head at Gautam, signaling him to refuse.

“Sir, how many coins do you have now?”

“Thinking less is better, I only took fifty dollars,” Gautam replied. “I have fifty-one dollars remaining from the first ones.”

“Then let’s do one thing,” Bharat said, his voice rising with excitement. “You with fifty and I with fifty dollars, let’s play five spins of roulette. Whoever has more profit in the end, they get to...?” He stopped, trailing off, his gaze returning to Geetha with a palpable mischief.
A slight annoyance settled over Geetha’s features. She had no idea what strategy or elaborate provocation Bharat was cooking up now.

“No betting!” she stated firmly. “Let’s go outside.”

Yet, an unexpected wave of excitement arose in Gautam, triggered entirely by Bharat’s audacious behavior. “Wait, let him finish.”

Bharat took a deep breath, delivering the punchline with a theatrical flourish. “Whoever wins gets to sleep with Miss tonight.”

The words landed like a thrown dice, initiating an infidelity game, Gautam, in his agreement, seemed ready to watch, Geetha play with her student.

Geetha's pupils widened, her face instantly flushing with anger. She searched his words, desperate to find sexual double meaning.

Cutting through her mounting fury, Bharat smoothly refined his proposal. “I mean, whoever wins, Miss has to stay in their room tonight.”

“I'm okay with that,” Gautam said instantly.

“I don't like it,” Geetha shot back, her voice taut with frustration. “Are you two not listening to me? I don't want any of these games.”

“What's the point of playing just for fun, Miss?” Bharat countered, his tone persuasive “There should be a challenge like this. Besides, you slept next to Sir yesterday, and today also you got a separate room for both of you. I'm saying you'll be next to me if I win; if I don't, it's your choice.”

Geetha grabbed Gautam's hand and pulled him four steps away from Bharat and the table.

“Don't agree!” she whispered fiercely.

Gautam, however, was already feeling the thrill of the chance. “It's just a game of luck, and Bharat might not know how to play it correctly.”

Geetha knew better. She was certain that when it came to xossipy world—something akin to destiny or luck—Bharat seemed to possess an almost unnatural favor. 

The way he had spoken to her earlier had already stirred a suspicious unrest within her, and she understood that he was poised to initiate something entirely new and destabilizing.

“It's because it's luck, that's why I'm saying no,” she argued. Her next words were laced with a pointed concern. “Do you think he will sleep with me tonight?”

Geetha’s direct question momentarily troubled Gautam, but a self-serving thought quickly replaced it: if he won, Geetha would be with him alone all night, wouldn't she? Bharat would have no opportunity to disturb them. He would be banished.

A subtle, knowing smile touched his lips. He gently squeezed her shoulders. “Even if he wins, it's good, isn't it? You can enjoy yourself tonight.”

Geetha stared at him, astonished by the easy acceptance and the casual suggestion of an illicit reward. She realized, with a sinking feeling, that she couldn't deny the rising tide of curiosity and excitement that had now gripped Gautam.