Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

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The golden morning light filtered through the canopy of leaves like a shimmering sieve, dancing across Gautham’s face. He lay motionless on the poolside couch where he had spent the night in isolation.

As he slowly blinked his eyes open, a wave of confusion washed over him; he couldn't quite remember the exact moment exhaustion had finally claimed him. 

He reached for his phone, the screen’s harsh glow cutting through the dawn to reveal the time: 6:30 AM. A sudden shiver racked his body. Rubbing his hands against his pale, chapped cheeks to ward off the morning chill, he stood up and began the long, quiet walk back into the house.

He ascended the stairs toward the bedroom, his mind racing with the quiet hope—or perhaps the dread—that they were still asleep. Reaching the landing, he noticed the door wasn't fully shut; it stood slightly ajar, casting a thin sliver of light into the hallway.

Gautham pushed it just enough to see. 

There, in the dim, pre-dawn shadows, his wife was locked in an intimate embrace with the college student. 

Bharat held Geetha firmly from the side, their bodies moving in a rhythm that shattered the morning silence. 

They both having their morning fuck.



Geetha: “Mmm… mmm…”

Bharat: “Let’s shower together, Miss.”

Geetha: “He will call for me.”

The words, coupled with the sight, struck Gautham with the physical force of a heavy stone thrown against his chest. He recoiled, pulling the door shut with a sharp jerk and clutching his head as if to keep his thoughts from fracturing.

He had spent the entire night shivering in the cold, haunted by the agonizing reality that he was the one who had sent his wife into another man’s arms. But witnessing the raw reality of his choice was a different kind of pain—one that he never actually wanted to witness—robbed the strength from his legs and left him collapsing onto the floor, broken and undone.
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To be continued……………

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