Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

The conversations happening between the three of us are pushing Geeta’s inhibitions to the brink.


Watching my wife kiss Bharath started with a bit of pain, but slowly, it is turning into a strange sense of pleasure. As he sucks and chews on Geeta’s lips, the sound of their saliva is mesmerizing. He looks deep into her eyes and lets his saliva flow from his lips into her mouth; as she drinks it, my wife looks so ravishing to me that a shiver runs through my body. My grip on the steering wheel tightens with a mix of anxiety and excitement.

Squeezing the folds of Geeta’s waist, he said, “Miss, do you remember? We ate chocolate just like this on my birthday.”

“Mm… I remember. That’s when you showed me it could be done like this,” she told him and then glanced toward me. I remained silent, unable to find words.

Geeta: "Now you’ll understand why I like him, darling."

Saying this seductively, she bit and pulled his warm lip. Bharath licked her upper lip and poked his tongue out. To that tongue, glistening with saliva bubbles, she joined her rosy lips, moving her neck up and down as she sucked and drank Bharath’s saliva. Geeta was never like this with me—no, I had never done such things with her.

As he pushed his tongue further down, she took it entirely into her mouth and began to work on it. Seeing her suck his tongue like that, I wondered how she would suck his cock. 

They were battling with their tongues. Strange sounds of saliva—slurp... kch... sl...—filled the car.

“Enough, Miss,” he said, lifting his head slightly.

She grabbed his head again and pulled him toward her. “You do what I say, dog. Don’t stop.”

It felt like Geeta was definitely trying to provoke me. Licking his lips once more, he spat his saliva into my wife’s mouth with a "pkch" sound. 

Though it was uncomfortable to watch, she swallowed it with relish. I couldn't say a word.

Like a puppy, he rubbed his tongue over Geeta’s face, wetting it with drool. Closing her eyes in a trance, she whispered, “Mmm… this is why I call him a dog, darling.”

“Mm…” I managed to utter.

Bharath sat up over her. “Sir, do you want to see?” he asked.

My throat went dry. I kept my eyes on the road ahead and intentionally didn't answer. 

Taking my silence as consent, he grabbed Geeta by the hair, pulled her up, and both stood on their knees middle of the seats, embracing and licking each other's mouths.

While chewing her upper lips, his right hand began kneading Geeta’s left buttock. 

“Mm….mm….” she moaned sweetly into his mouth. Bharath leaned back slightly; as Geeta leaned her hands on his chest and let her saliva fall into his mouth, he swallowed it.

Watching them whisper, laugh, and kiss, I felt that Geeta might not even be this intimate with me. He pulled Geeta into his lap, kissing her neck and squeezing her hips. He pulled down the side zipper of her top, reaching inside to flick her boob curve with his thumb.

Geeta: "Mmm… are you going to strip me of my dress in the car?"

Bharath: "Why just 'strip'? Watch me make you sit naked."

She held his head and pressed it to her heart; he slid the top down slightly and kissed the curve of her boob. “Mm…mm…” she moaned sweetly, running her fingers through his hair.

I didn't feel like stopping them. Especially since Geeta didn't want me interfering between them, I wanted to see what they would do if I didn't reprimand them.

Bharath looked this way and said, “Sir, park the car somewhere in the dark.”

“Why?”

“You come to the back, Sir.”

I didn't immediately grasp his intent, but I pulled the car off the road. 

At this hour, no one travels this road. It was pitch black, like a forest. I left the indicators on. 

Bharath moved from the back to the front passenger seat.

Bharath: “You go to the back.”

Now I understood why he asked me to stop. Geeta must have understood, too.