The Teacher Who Knelt to maid Son

[Batni123]

Part Two: The Seven Days of Ownership
Chapter Four: Day 10 – Wednesday Night (continued)
**After the Third Time**
2:11 a.m.
The room was thick with the smell of sex and sweat.
The fan still spun lazily overhead, pushing warm air across their naked bodies.
Radha lay half on top of Nikhil, cheek on his chest, one leg thrown over his thigh.
His seed leaked slowly out of her, pooling on the sheet between her legs.
She was exhausted, glowing, womb aching in the sweetest way.
Nikhil’s fingers idly traced circles around her left breast, pinching the nipple gently, watching it harden again under his touch.
He was quiet for a long time, then spoke in a low, hesitant voice.
“Radha… ek baat bolun?”
Radha smiled sleepily, kissed his chest.
“Bol na, pati-dev. Ab kya sharmaana?”
Nikhil swallowed.
“Ek favour maangna hai… lekin Ma se bilkul secret rakhna.”
Radha lifted her head, looked at him curiously.
“Bolo.”
Nikhil’s fingers stilled on her breast.
He took a breath.
“Me tumhe ek friend ke saath share karna chata hun.”
Radha froze.
The sleepy warmth vanished instantly.
She sat up slowly, pulling the sheet to cover herself, eyes wide.
“Kya matlab?”
Nikhil sat up too, suddenly nervous but determined.
“Matlab… meri friends ko pata chalna chahiye ki maine kya jeeta hai.
Tujhe.
Teri body.
Teri submission.
Main unko batana chahta hoon… dikhaana chahta hoon.
Sirf ek baar.
Sirf ek friend ke saath.
Please.”
Radha’s voice rose, sharp with shock.
“Nikhil, tu pagal ho gaya hai?
Main teri biwi hoon ab!
Pregnant hone wali hoon!
Kisi doosre ladke ke saath kaise—?”
Nikhil caught her hands, eyes pleading.
“Nahi nahi! Main tujhe share nahi karunga kabhi!
Sirf ek baar… sirf meri taraf se.
Main khud rahunga wahan.
Main control mein rahunga.
Bas unko dikhaana hai ki… meri teacher… meri biwi… kitni buri tarah se meri hai.
Please, Radha… sirf ek baar… aur phir kabhi nahi maangunga.”
Radha stared at him, heart pounding.
She saw the raw hunger in his eyes, the need to prove his conquest, the teenage boy who wanted to brag, but also the husband who didn’t want to lose her.
She asked quietly, “Kaun hai woh dost?”
Nikhil shook his head immediately.
“Nahi bataunga.
Tu jaan legi toh mana kar degi.
Bas trust kar mujhpe.”
Radha pulled her hands away, hugged her knees, mind racing.
*He wants to parade me… like a trophy… in front of his friend.
After everything I’ve given him… my body, my womb, my dignity… he still wants more.*
But then she saw his face, anxious, almost scared she would say no, and something twisted inside her chest.
She took a long breath.
“Ek hi condition.”
Nikhil leaned forward eagerly.
“Jo bolegi!”
“Jab tak pregnancy confirm nahi ho jaati… tab tak nahi.
Doctor ne jab tak ‘positive’ na bole… tab tak nahi.
Uske baad… sirf ek baar… aur sirf tere saamne… aur tu khud decide karega kab, kaise, kahan.
Main kuch nahi poochungi.
Par tab tak… sirf tu aur main.”
Nikhil’s eyes lit up.
He lunged forward, hugged her tight, face buried in her neck.
“Thank you… thank you, Radha… I love you…”
Radha closed her eyes, arms slowly coming around him.
*He’s still a boy… who wants to show off his prize.
And I… I’m the prize who just agreed to be shown.*
She kissed his forehead.
“Ab so ja.
Teri biwi ko kal subah 5 baje uthna hai… ghar ka kaam karna hai… aur teri Ma ke pair dabane hain.”
Nikhil’s hand was still lazily cupping her breast when he murmured, half-asleep,
“Achha… tu ne mujhe saaf kiya hi nahi ab tak…”
Radha’s eyes fluttered open.
A slow, wicked smile curved her lips.
She shifted down the bed without a word, the sheet sliding off her naked body.
Moonlight from the window painted silver stripes across her back and the curve of her hips.
Nikhil watched, breath catching, as she settled between his legs.
His cock—soft, slick, glistening with their mixed release—twitched at the first warm touch of her tongue.
Radha looked up at him, eyes shining with tired devotion.
She licked slowly from base to tip, tasting both of them, humming softly at the familiar salt-sweet flavour.
This is what a good wife does, she thought.
Even when her thighs are trembling and her womb is full, she cleans her husband properly.
She took him fully into her mouth, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling, drawing out every last trace.
Nikhil groaned, fingers threading gently through her loose hair, hips lifting just slightly.
“Radha… meri biwi… meri randi…” he whispered, voice thick with sleep and awe.
She sucked gently until he was completely clean, then pressed a final soft kiss to the tip before crawling back up.
She laid her head on his chest again, one hand possessively over his now-soft cock.
“Ab so ja, pati-dev,” she murmured against his skin.
“Teri biwi ne tujhe saaf kar diya… bilkul nayi dulhan ki tarah.”
Nikhil pulled her closer, arm tight around her waist, palm spread protectively over her belly.
Outside, the flat was silent.
Lakshmi was long asleep, dreaming of her son’s future.
Inside the master bedroom, the new husband and his almost-pregnant wife drifted off, bodies tangled, hearts racing with secrets and promises.
The first night was truly over.
The bargain was sealed.
And the taste of him still lingered on Radha’s tongue as she finally slipped into sleep.
Chapter ends.