Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

As they walked out of the casino the sun was descending the stairs of the clouds. The brass light of twilight was already making the lights of Niagara City's buildings sparkle. Their plan had been the Skylon Tower, but Bharat’s gaze kept drifting to the glowing arc of the Niagara SkyWheel, slow and patient against the sky. 

Because a scene idea came to me there.

Geeta followed his line of sight and sighed. “Do we really have to go up the tower now? Can’t we just… find something quieter?”

Gautam checked the time on his phone. “Let's go, the experience of watching from up there will be different. After seeing that, we'll go back to the hotel.”

Geeta’s fingers tightened around the strap of her bag. “You know how I get with heights. What if the whole thing decides tonight’s the night it collapses?”

Bharat laughed, soft and teasing. “So many people go up every day, Miss. You think the tower’s been waiting specifically for us?”

She shot him a look. “That’s exactly what you said about the Giant Wheel at the Hyderabad exhibition. And I still remember how my legs felt when we finally came down.”

“But you weren’t scared once we were moving, were you?” Bharat countered, eyes dancing. “You just held on to me the whole time.”

A faint blush rose on her cheeks. “That’s not the point.”

Gautam started walking. “It’s settled then. Tower.”

“ The hotel we took is also high up. Can't we see it from there? ”, Geetha argued.

Bharat came to Geeta's side. “ Miss, we came here to see everything. We are not touring the entire place; shouldn't we at least see two or three things before leaving?



But Bharat lingered, tilting his head toward the SkyWheel. “Or… we could ride this instead. It’s lower. Gentler. Same view, half the terror.”

“ It's up to you. If you don't want the tower, shall we ride this one then? “, Goutham also insisted.

Geeta bit her lip. Gautam raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“Oh, you two,” she muttered. “You never listen when I say I’m scared.”

Bharat stepped closer, taking her hand with the easy confidence he’d earned over the last two days. “Nothing will happen, Miss. Same as the exhibition. Sir and I are both right here.”

Gautam gave a short nod. “Your call, Geeta.”

She exhaled, half-defeated, half-amused. “Fine. The wheel. But if I scream, it’s on both of you.” she pouted like a little girl.

Tickets were bought in a flurry of laughter and mock protests. They climbed the loading platform just as dusk settled into its deepest violet. One pod door slid open; another glided past; then theirs arrived, glass-walled and gently rocking.

Gautam took the bench facing backward. Bharat guided Geeta to the seat on the right, settling beside her as naturally as if they’d been doing this for years. The pod door sealed with a soft hiss. The wheel exhaled and began its slow ascent.

Ten metres up and Geeta’s hand was already clamped around Bharat’s forearm.

“Relax,” he murmured. “Miss, it's okay. Look how sturdy that door is. Even if we fell from the top, nothing might happen.”

“Hey, stop scaring me like that!” She swatted him, then clutched tighter as the pod swayed.

Gautam watched the city tilt beneath them, lights blooming like a slow fuse. He cleared his throat. “So. All those coins at the roulette table. You really weren’t nervous?”

Bharat shrugged, eyes never leaving Geeta’s profile. “Not really. I figured I’d try my luck.”

“Luck,” Gautam echoed, a wry edge to the word. “You wagered a night beside your teacher and call it ‘trying your luck’?”

“I won, didn’t I?” Bharat’s voice dropped, velvet and sure. “Sir, you stick to your word, right? Tonight, Miss will be in my room.”

“Okay... you won. I accepted it, didn't I?”

“That's it... or? “, Bharath mumbled hesitantly.

“What else..?” Goutham asked curiously.

“Let's start from now. Miss will be with me.” He quickened.

Geeta’s grip spasmed on his arm. She shook her head, a tiny, soundless no.

Gautam’s jaw tightened. “The bet was for the night, Bharat. Not for the rest of the evening in a glass bubble two hundred feet above the ground.”

Bharat’s hand slid to Geeta’s waist, tugging her gently against his side. “But I did win.”

Geeta squirmed. “Let go. Those things are not allowed. You cheeky boy, you're getting too greedy.”

Gautam leant forward. “Bharat. I agreed to the wager, not to you taking liberties whenever you feel like it. If I say stop, you stop.”

The hand fell away at once. “Okay, Sir.”

Geeta let out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding.

They were almost at the top now, the pod swaying at the apex, the whole of Niagara Falls spread beneath them like molten metal. Geeta’s courage failed entirely; she turned her face into Bharat’s shoulder, fingers digging into his elbow.

Gautam did not fail to notice that.

He felt the tremor running through her—the same helpless trembling he remembered from the exhibition wheel in Hyderabad. 

Something hot and possessive flared in his chest. Ignoring the fact that Gautam was watching,  he bent and pressed his lips to the warm curve where her neck met her shoulder.

Geeta stiffened, then melted. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her.

For some reason, Gautam did not try to stop them even though he saw it.

Bharat kissed the same spot again, open-mouthed this time, tasting the faint trace of her perfume and the salt of her skin. 

Before the heat stirred up by the bike racing subsided, the warmth in this kiss again created a sweet longing, and Geeta’s left hand came up, fingers threading into the hair at his nape, pulling him closer instead of pushing away.

He opened his mouth and gently bit her soft neck with his lips.

In her husband’s stunned silence, she met Gautam’s eyes for one burning second. 

Gautam turned his face away, silently conveying his acceptance.

Then her lashes fluttered shut and she let Bharat turn her face to him.

“Miss, do you like it when Gautam garu watches me kiss you?”, Bharath asked her almost throwing a spell.

“Uh...”  she could said, catching her shyness.

Bharat asserted his dominance, holding her waist, pulling her onto his lap, and making her sit there.

She looked into his eyes in surprise at Bharat's audacity.

Looking into her eyes, he smiled fondly and passionately kissed her lower lip.



Melting into the kiss, she paused briefly and rested comfortably on his lap.

The Giant Wheel, Gautam, the people—everything faded, lost in the sweet taste of Bharat.

Bharat paused, lifting his lips to see how Gautam would react.

Gautam was not surprised; he was plunged into doubt. He wondered why this thought hadn't occurred to him.

Gautam's dull silence energized Bharat. He commanded Geeta, pressing her waist in his control.
Bharat: Kiss me, Miss.

Hearing her lover's words, her sweet rose lips entwined with his warm, soft mustache, and she began to kiss him.

As Geeta held Bharat's head and kissed him, he held her buttocks over the jeans, pressed her against his thighs, and began to devour his teacher's sweetness.

She rubbed herself against the student's manhood firmly pressing against her thighs and licked the taste of his saliva on his lips.

The whole world blurred as they shared each other's breath, the taste of their lips, and their gazes, giving in to the heat of their bodies and kissing passionately.

Bharat's right hand slipped inside her jeans, over her left buttock, stroking and pressing her sensitive skin.

Geeta moaned—soft, broken, impossible to misinterpret.

Bharat’s mouth moved to her ear. “Miss, Sir isn't saying anything.”

She shivered, a full-body ripple. Her hips rolled once, instinctive, chasing friction.

His right hand slipped beneath the hem of her top, then lower, easing under the waistband of her jeans to palm warm, yielding flesh. She arched into the touch with a sigh that fogged the glass beside them.

Gautam sat rigid, pulse hammering in his throat, listening to the wet sounds of their kisses, the creak of the bench, his wife’s breath catching again and again.

More than the beauty of the waterfall from the height of the sky and the sound of the wind blowing, the erotic intimacy happening right next to him agitated his mind.

The wheel began its second descent. Gautam's patience began to wane as the height decreased.

Geeta was lost—eyes closed, lips swollen, completely pliant as Bharat mapped her neck with teeth and tongue. His left hand slid forward, cupping her boob through the thin lace of her bra, thumb circling until she whimpered into his mouth.

Geeta had something she craved every moment on Bharat's lap. She remained like a slave to his touch. He wet her neck, throat, and cheeks with kisses.

Another rotation, lower now. Streetlights grew brighter, voices from the queue drifted upward.

Gautam found his voice at last, rough and unfamiliar. “That’s enough. Sit properly. We’re almost down.”

They sprang apart like children caught stealing sweets—Geeta scrambling back to her own seat, Bharat raising both hands in surrender, lips shiny and red. The pod settled onto the platform with a gentle thud.

The door slid open. Cool night air rushed in, carrying the distant roar of the Falls and the startled, curious glances of the next group waiting to board.

Geeta smoothed her hair with shaking fingers. Bharat stared straight ahead, chest rising and falling too fast. Gautam stood first, offering his wife a hand she took without meeting his eyes.

None of them spoke as they descended the exit ramp into the bright, forgiving noise of the midway.

But the silence that followed them back toward the hotel was no longer the easy silence of mentor, student, and wife.

It was something else entirely—charged, humming, waiting for night to fall.