26-01-2026, 04:58 PM
Gautam moved next to Geetha, who was sitting in the red light with a shy smile. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him toward her.
Geetha offered Gautam a kiss, her lips still wet with Bharat’s saliva from a moment ago.
Gautam didn't mind at all; he kissed Geetha’s lips passionately and warmly.
Bharat sat with his face resting on the seat headrest, watching them. With an encouraging smile, Bharat said, "Sir, fuck Miss in doggy style."
Geetha replied, "Chi… what is this, talking to us like that?"
Bharat said, "Let’s be like three friends for a while, Miss. Without any inhibitions."
Before Geetha could say anything, Gautam kissed her again. While kissing, he pulled down the zipper Bharat had opened, unclipped her bra, and removed Geetha’s blouse top.
Between the excitement Bharat had stirred and her husband’s current affection, her firm breasts heaved as she breathed. In the red light, her nipples stood erect like cherries due to the cold and the rush of blood. Feeling a playful shyness between the two men, she covered her chest with her hands.
Bharat laughed, "What’s left to hide, Miss…?"
Gautam murmured, "Hmm… it's okay, move your hands."
Kissing her neck, as if asserting his ownership over his wife, Gautam moved her hands away from her chest and firmly squeezed her soft, full boob. As her husband’s large hands squeezed her, Geetha felt a dizzying intoxication.
"Sss… mm…" she moaned sweetly, looking at Bharat out of the corner of her eye.
Bharat gestured with his finger, asking if he should join in too. Startled, she shook her head 'no.' He laughed silently.
Gautam buried his face in his wife's neck. He showered dry kisses on the spots where Bharat’s saliva had left moisture.
Bharat said, "Sir, when I first started coming for tuition, one day when you came home, I saw Geetha Miss giving you a blowjob through the window."
Doubts began to arise in Gautam. Is that why he wanted Geetha? Did he know Gautam’s weakness back then? Did Bharat get close to Geetha knowing her passion? As these questions began to dampen his mood, Bharat spoke again.
"Sir, if you don't mind me saying, yours is a bit small, right?"
Gautam stopped kissing abruptly and looked at him in annoyance. He didn't say anything. Intimidated by Gautam’s gaze, Bharat turned his face away.
Unable to see their hesitation, Geetha unfastened her husband’s belt, clip, and zipper. She pushed aside his underwear, pulled him out, and caressed him with her cool, soft fingers.
Kissing her husband’s beard, she looked into his eyes and said, "Even if it's small, I'm lucky to have such a good husband..."
Proud of his wife’s strong support, Gautam kissed her forehead.
Bharat said, "Suck it for a while, Miss. I want to watch."
She looked into Gautam’s eyes to see what he would say. Gautam replied, "Okay."
Gautam sat on his knees. Geetha pushed her backside toward the window, bent over, and kissed her husband’s penis. Gautam trembled, stroking his wife’s hair with his left hand.
Bharat suggested, "Gautam sir, squeeze her boobs while she sucks."
Following Bharat’s advice, he moved his hand from her hair and began to play with her left boob.
Bharat said, "Miss, lick it."
Taking Bharat’s word as a command, she licked her husband’s member from bottom to top like a piece of jaggery. Bharat put his right hand in his pants, rubbing himself, and said, "Sir, try to hold it back so you don't finish too quickly."
Gautam knew he tended to get excited and finish easily. He decided to try and hold back at least a little in front of Bharat. He took a deep breath. His wife took him into her mouth and covered him with her red lips, beginning to suck.
"Ah!" Gautam exhaled.
Bharat said, "Suck slowly, Miss."
"Um… um…" she moved her head, giving her husband a blowjob in front of her student.
Watching Geetha from behind the front seat, Bharat rubbed himself up and down inside his pants. Drifting away in the pleasant sensation of his wife’s lips, Gautam closed his eyes and began to push his waist slightly into Geetha’s mouth.
Slurping sounds came from Geetha’s mouth as she worked. She was relishing him like an ice cream.
Gautam said, "Ah… Bharat, did you teach your teacher this…?"
Bharat laughed seeing Gautam speak with such passion, but he felt a bit anxious. "Miss, stop, stop!" he shouted loudly.
Both were startled, and Geetha pulled away. "What happened?" she asked.
Bharat replied, "Sir looks like he’s about to finish, that's why I interrupted. Haha."
Gautam said, "Thanks."
Bharat said, "Miss, bend over."
Geetha shook her head "No."
Gautam said, "It's okay."
Bharat replied, "Abba, what is this sir? If Miss says no, is that it? Force her."
Gautam thought for a few seconds. Geetha waited silently to see how Gautam would respond. Asserting his authority over his wife, Gautam grabbed Geetha’s neck, pushed her down into the seat, pulled her legs toward him, and lifted her ass.
Geetha gave Bharat a playful look, and he flashed a mischievous smile back.
Pretending to be coy, Geetha said, "No, dear… we’ve never done it like this."
Gautam paused for a moment.
Bharat said, "We are men, sir. Do we listen to what women say? They should listen to what we say, right?"
"Yes," Gautam agreed and slapped her butt over her saree.
"Ah!" Geetha grumbled in pain. "Hey, why are you giving him these ideas?"
Bharat said, "He is your husband, Miss. You should be like his slave. Right, sir?"
"Yes," Gautam said and slapped her again.
Bharat suggested, "Not like that, lift the saree and slap her."
Gautam lifted her saree up to her waist and slapped her soft, fair asscheeks. Satt… Satt…
"Aaaa…! Why are you beating me now, you crazy husband?" Geetha cried.
Satt… another sting.
Gautam said, "You’re sucking your husband in front of your student, you shameless slut."
Bharat became a cheerleader for the couple’s rough foreplay. "Yes… exactly Miss, you have no shame," he added.
Geetha said, "Just wait, I’ll get you for this."
The three of them had unintentionally started participating in a naughty game.
Bharat suggested, "Sir, put your face in Miss’s asscheeks and smell her."
Gautam moved her panties to the side, bent down, and inhaled her pussy scent. When he breathed out a warm "Hhh," the warmth hit Geetha’s petals, making her shiver.
"Mmm…" Geetha moaned.
Bharat said, "Lick her, sir… your wife loves having her pussy licked. She made me lick her like a dog."
Gautam slapped her ass again. "Ammaaaa…!" Geetha cried.
In the red light, a red mark appeared on her pinkish skin.
Bharat said, "Take off the panties."
Gautam slid her panties down to her knees. He buried his face in between her asscheeks again and licked her thoroughly. Geetha arched her back and moaned passionately, "Ah… darling…"
Bharat watched them silently, like he was watching a porn video.
As Gautam continued, Geetha moaned, "Mmm… it feels so good doing this in front of him… do you like it?"
Gautam replied, "Umm… yes… Bharat, don't tell anyone, you promised?"
"Promise, sir. I won't tell anyone," Bharat said.
As Gautam licked her, her wet warm arousal began to flow down her thighs. Bharat leaned forward to help, pulling Geetha’s panties all the way off and smelling them.
"Uff… mmm… super," Bharat said. Seeing Bharat’s intoxicated face as he sniffed her panties made Geetha even more aroused.
Gautam could no longer contain himself. The pressure that had been building inside him finally broke through every barrier of restraint. He rose abruptly in the cramped rear of the car, aligned his thighs against the soft curve of his wife’s ass, and entered her pussy in one decisive motion.
Geetha gasped. This angle—this particular way—her husband had never taken her before.
The sudden fullness made her cry out, “Ah yes…!” Her palms slapped flat against the fogged window for balance, fingers splaying wide.
Gautam widened her right thigh with a firm hand and sank himself to the hilt.
Though Bharat’s thicker girth had left a different imprint on her body earlier, Geetha still loved her husband with a loyalty that overrode discomfort. Gritting her teeth, she arched her back and pushed herself onto him, meeting his thrust.
The knowledge that Bharat was watching—calm, attentive, almost clinical—seemed to pour fresh fuel into Gautam’s veins. He braced one knee on the seat, drew a long breath, and began a steady, deliberate rhythm: deep, controlled strokes that made the car rock faintly on its suspension.
Through half-lidded eyes Geetha glanced sideways at Bharat. His face was serene, almost instructive.
“Sir,” Bharat said quietly, “try to hold it longer.”
Geetha let out a breathy laugh that turned into a moan. “He can’t, Bharat… mmm.”
“Take deep breaths, sir,” Bharat continued. “In slowly… out even slower.”
“How?” Gautam panted, still moving.
“Stop. Just stop for a second.”
Gautam froze mid-thrust, chest heaving. For the first time that night the younger man had become the one giving instructions.
“Stay still, sir,” Bharat said. “Miss, you move. Hold the door handle and slide yourself back and forth.”
Geetha obeyed without hesitation. She leaned forward, then rocked backward, swallowing her husband inch by inch with each deliberate motion. The wet, rhythmic sound filled the small space.
“Yes, like that, Miss,” Bharat murmured. “Keep going, exactly like that.”
She repeated the movement, controlling the pace, the depth. Gautam’s hands found her hips; his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing with open hunger.
Bharat shifted then—sliding from the front passenger seat into the rear. He placed a steady hand on Gautam’s chest, stilling him for a moment. Gautam turned, startled.
“Look at her, sir,” Bharat said simply.
Gautam’s gaze dropped to the elegant line of Geetha’s back, the creamy skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat under the dim red light.
“Miss, you okay?” Bharat asked softly.
Geetha pressed her cheek against the seat cushion and moaned, voice muffled. “Ooh…”
While Gautam stared, transfixed, Bharat reached beneath her swaying body and closed his hand around her right boob, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze. Geetha’s spine arched violently. “Ah… thank you puppy,” she breathed.
Bharat met Gautam’s eyes. “See, sir? You’re inside her, and she’s still letting me touch her like this.”
A sharp slap landed on Geetha’s ass—Satt!—the sound cracking through the car. She yelped, the sound dissolving into another long moan that seemed to ignite Gautam all over again. He began thrusting harder, faster.
Bharat’s hand shot out and gently but firmly pushed Geetha’s hips forward. Gautam slipped free with a wet sound. Frustration flashed across his face; he slapped Bharat’s cheek in reflexive irritation. “Why did you stop me, bastard?”
“I was afraid you’d finish too soon,” Bharat answered calmly. “Please, sir. Control it. It’s my only request. Please don’t cum in her.”
Gautam exhaled through his nose calming. “…Fine.”
Geetha stayed silent, breathing shallowly, letting the boys have their chat.
“Put it back in,” Bharat said. “Miss, move back again.”
They reunited their sexes. Bharat leaned close and—without hesitation—spat directly onto the glistening point of connection, adding makeshift lubrication.
Gautam’s penis glistening with Bharath’s spit entered her pussy more slippery this time.
“Ah… you do it now, darling,” Geetha whispered.
Gautam groaned and resumed, hips snapping with renewed passion.
“Mmm… pull out before you come, okay?” she reminded him between gasps.
“Ha…”
Bharat eased back, giving them space. For long minutes there was only the sound of skin meeting skin, of quickening breath, of the car’s faint creaking. Gautam watched his wife’s pleasure build—her fingers tightening on the door handle, her mouth falling open—and something primal surged inside him. He gripped her waist harder, drove deeper, faster.
Suddenly his rhythm broke. “Ah—Geetha—move forward!”
Bharat reacted instantly. “Sir, wait—one minute! Miss, get up—take it in your mouth!”
Geetha blinked, dazed. “In my mouth?”
“Just suck it, Miss—quick!”
In the confusion Gautam’s hand found the nape of her neck. He pulled her toward him with gentle but insistent force. She barely had time to decide her own. As she opened her mouth, he erupted. Warm pulses flooded her mouth; startled, she swallowed reflexively.
Bharath: drink it miss… don’t waste.
At that exact moment a woman’s hand rapped sharply on the side window—tuck-tuck-tuck.
Geetha’s eyes flew wide. She jerked upright, staring at the pale hand pressed to the glass. A strangled scream tore from her throat. “Oh no—darling—a ghost! A ghost!”
She flung herself against Gautam’s chest, burying her face in his neck, trembling violently.
Gautam clutched her just as tightly, heart hammering. “What ghost? Where?”
Bharat glanced toward the window, recognized the figure silhouetted against the car backlight glow, and suddenly burst into bright, helpless laughter.
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To be continued………….
Geetha offered Gautam a kiss, her lips still wet with Bharat’s saliva from a moment ago.
Gautam didn't mind at all; he kissed Geetha’s lips passionately and warmly.
Bharat sat with his face resting on the seat headrest, watching them. With an encouraging smile, Bharat said, "Sir, fuck Miss in doggy style."
Geetha replied, "Chi… what is this, talking to us like that?"
Bharat said, "Let’s be like three friends for a while, Miss. Without any inhibitions."
Before Geetha could say anything, Gautam kissed her again. While kissing, he pulled down the zipper Bharat had opened, unclipped her bra, and removed Geetha’s blouse top.
Between the excitement Bharat had stirred and her husband’s current affection, her firm breasts heaved as she breathed. In the red light, her nipples stood erect like cherries due to the cold and the rush of blood. Feeling a playful shyness between the two men, she covered her chest with her hands.
Bharat laughed, "What’s left to hide, Miss…?"
Gautam murmured, "Hmm… it's okay, move your hands."
Kissing her neck, as if asserting his ownership over his wife, Gautam moved her hands away from her chest and firmly squeezed her soft, full boob. As her husband’s large hands squeezed her, Geetha felt a dizzying intoxication.
"Sss… mm…" she moaned sweetly, looking at Bharat out of the corner of her eye.
Bharat gestured with his finger, asking if he should join in too. Startled, she shook her head 'no.' He laughed silently.
Gautam buried his face in his wife's neck. He showered dry kisses on the spots where Bharat’s saliva had left moisture.
Bharat said, "Sir, when I first started coming for tuition, one day when you came home, I saw Geetha Miss giving you a blowjob through the window."
Doubts began to arise in Gautam. Is that why he wanted Geetha? Did he know Gautam’s weakness back then? Did Bharat get close to Geetha knowing her passion? As these questions began to dampen his mood, Bharat spoke again.
"Sir, if you don't mind me saying, yours is a bit small, right?"
Gautam stopped kissing abruptly and looked at him in annoyance. He didn't say anything. Intimidated by Gautam’s gaze, Bharat turned his face away.
Unable to see their hesitation, Geetha unfastened her husband’s belt, clip, and zipper. She pushed aside his underwear, pulled him out, and caressed him with her cool, soft fingers.
Kissing her husband’s beard, she looked into his eyes and said, "Even if it's small, I'm lucky to have such a good husband..."
Proud of his wife’s strong support, Gautam kissed her forehead.
Bharat said, "Suck it for a while, Miss. I want to watch."
She looked into Gautam’s eyes to see what he would say. Gautam replied, "Okay."
Gautam sat on his knees. Geetha pushed her backside toward the window, bent over, and kissed her husband’s penis. Gautam trembled, stroking his wife’s hair with his left hand.
Bharat suggested, "Gautam sir, squeeze her boobs while she sucks."
Following Bharat’s advice, he moved his hand from her hair and began to play with her left boob.
Bharat said, "Miss, lick it."
Taking Bharat’s word as a command, she licked her husband’s member from bottom to top like a piece of jaggery. Bharat put his right hand in his pants, rubbing himself, and said, "Sir, try to hold it back so you don't finish too quickly."
Gautam knew he tended to get excited and finish easily. He decided to try and hold back at least a little in front of Bharat. He took a deep breath. His wife took him into her mouth and covered him with her red lips, beginning to suck.
"Ah!" Gautam exhaled.
Bharat said, "Suck slowly, Miss."
"Um… um…" she moved her head, giving her husband a blowjob in front of her student.
Watching Geetha from behind the front seat, Bharat rubbed himself up and down inside his pants. Drifting away in the pleasant sensation of his wife’s lips, Gautam closed his eyes and began to push his waist slightly into Geetha’s mouth.
Slurping sounds came from Geetha’s mouth as she worked. She was relishing him like an ice cream.
Gautam said, "Ah… Bharat, did you teach your teacher this…?"
Bharat laughed seeing Gautam speak with such passion, but he felt a bit anxious. "Miss, stop, stop!" he shouted loudly.
Both were startled, and Geetha pulled away. "What happened?" she asked.
Bharat replied, "Sir looks like he’s about to finish, that's why I interrupted. Haha."
Gautam said, "Thanks."
Bharat said, "Miss, bend over."
Geetha shook her head "No."
Gautam said, "It's okay."
Bharat replied, "Abba, what is this sir? If Miss says no, is that it? Force her."
Gautam thought for a few seconds. Geetha waited silently to see how Gautam would respond. Asserting his authority over his wife, Gautam grabbed Geetha’s neck, pushed her down into the seat, pulled her legs toward him, and lifted her ass.
Geetha gave Bharat a playful look, and he flashed a mischievous smile back.
Pretending to be coy, Geetha said, "No, dear… we’ve never done it like this."
Gautam paused for a moment.
Bharat said, "We are men, sir. Do we listen to what women say? They should listen to what we say, right?"
"Yes," Gautam agreed and slapped her butt over her saree.
"Ah!" Geetha grumbled in pain. "Hey, why are you giving him these ideas?"
Bharat said, "He is your husband, Miss. You should be like his slave. Right, sir?"
"Yes," Gautam said and slapped her again.
Bharat suggested, "Not like that, lift the saree and slap her."
Gautam lifted her saree up to her waist and slapped her soft, fair asscheeks. Satt… Satt…
"Aaaa…! Why are you beating me now, you crazy husband?" Geetha cried.
Satt… another sting.
Gautam said, "You’re sucking your husband in front of your student, you shameless slut."
Bharat became a cheerleader for the couple’s rough foreplay. "Yes… exactly Miss, you have no shame," he added.
Geetha said, "Just wait, I’ll get you for this."
The three of them had unintentionally started participating in a naughty game.
Bharat suggested, "Sir, put your face in Miss’s asscheeks and smell her."
Gautam moved her panties to the side, bent down, and inhaled her pussy scent. When he breathed out a warm "Hhh," the warmth hit Geetha’s petals, making her shiver.
"Mmm…" Geetha moaned.
Bharat said, "Lick her, sir… your wife loves having her pussy licked. She made me lick her like a dog."
Gautam slapped her ass again. "Ammaaaa…!" Geetha cried.
In the red light, a red mark appeared on her pinkish skin.
Bharat said, "Take off the panties."
Gautam slid her panties down to her knees. He buried his face in between her asscheeks again and licked her thoroughly. Geetha arched her back and moaned passionately, "Ah… darling…"
Bharat watched them silently, like he was watching a porn video.
As Gautam continued, Geetha moaned, "Mmm… it feels so good doing this in front of him… do you like it?"
Gautam replied, "Umm… yes… Bharat, don't tell anyone, you promised?"
"Promise, sir. I won't tell anyone," Bharat said.
As Gautam licked her, her wet warm arousal began to flow down her thighs. Bharat leaned forward to help, pulling Geetha’s panties all the way off and smelling them.
"Uff… mmm… super," Bharat said. Seeing Bharat’s intoxicated face as he sniffed her panties made Geetha even more aroused.
Gautam could no longer contain himself. The pressure that had been building inside him finally broke through every barrier of restraint. He rose abruptly in the cramped rear of the car, aligned his thighs against the soft curve of his wife’s ass, and entered her pussy in one decisive motion.
Geetha gasped. This angle—this particular way—her husband had never taken her before.
The sudden fullness made her cry out, “Ah yes…!” Her palms slapped flat against the fogged window for balance, fingers splaying wide.
Gautam widened her right thigh with a firm hand and sank himself to the hilt.
Though Bharat’s thicker girth had left a different imprint on her body earlier, Geetha still loved her husband with a loyalty that overrode discomfort. Gritting her teeth, she arched her back and pushed herself onto him, meeting his thrust.
The knowledge that Bharat was watching—calm, attentive, almost clinical—seemed to pour fresh fuel into Gautam’s veins. He braced one knee on the seat, drew a long breath, and began a steady, deliberate rhythm: deep, controlled strokes that made the car rock faintly on its suspension.
Through half-lidded eyes Geetha glanced sideways at Bharat. His face was serene, almost instructive.
“Sir,” Bharat said quietly, “try to hold it longer.”
Geetha let out a breathy laugh that turned into a moan. “He can’t, Bharat… mmm.”
“Take deep breaths, sir,” Bharat continued. “In slowly… out even slower.”
“How?” Gautam panted, still moving.
“Stop. Just stop for a second.”
Gautam froze mid-thrust, chest heaving. For the first time that night the younger man had become the one giving instructions.
“Stay still, sir,” Bharat said. “Miss, you move. Hold the door handle and slide yourself back and forth.”
Geetha obeyed without hesitation. She leaned forward, then rocked backward, swallowing her husband inch by inch with each deliberate motion. The wet, rhythmic sound filled the small space.
“Yes, like that, Miss,” Bharat murmured. “Keep going, exactly like that.”
She repeated the movement, controlling the pace, the depth. Gautam’s hands found her hips; his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing with open hunger.
Bharat shifted then—sliding from the front passenger seat into the rear. He placed a steady hand on Gautam’s chest, stilling him for a moment. Gautam turned, startled.
“Look at her, sir,” Bharat said simply.
Gautam’s gaze dropped to the elegant line of Geetha’s back, the creamy skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat under the dim red light.
“Miss, you okay?” Bharat asked softly.
Geetha pressed her cheek against the seat cushion and moaned, voice muffled. “Ooh…”
While Gautam stared, transfixed, Bharat reached beneath her swaying body and closed his hand around her right boob, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze. Geetha’s spine arched violently. “Ah… thank you puppy,” she breathed.
Bharat met Gautam’s eyes. “See, sir? You’re inside her, and she’s still letting me touch her like this.”
A sharp slap landed on Geetha’s ass—Satt!—the sound cracking through the car. She yelped, the sound dissolving into another long moan that seemed to ignite Gautam all over again. He began thrusting harder, faster.
Bharat’s hand shot out and gently but firmly pushed Geetha’s hips forward. Gautam slipped free with a wet sound. Frustration flashed across his face; he slapped Bharat’s cheek in reflexive irritation. “Why did you stop me, bastard?”
“I was afraid you’d finish too soon,” Bharat answered calmly. “Please, sir. Control it. It’s my only request. Please don’t cum in her.”
Gautam exhaled through his nose calming. “…Fine.”
Geetha stayed silent, breathing shallowly, letting the boys have their chat.
“Put it back in,” Bharat said. “Miss, move back again.”
They reunited their sexes. Bharat leaned close and—without hesitation—spat directly onto the glistening point of connection, adding makeshift lubrication.
Gautam’s penis glistening with Bharath’s spit entered her pussy more slippery this time.
“Ah… you do it now, darling,” Geetha whispered.
Gautam groaned and resumed, hips snapping with renewed passion.
“Mmm… pull out before you come, okay?” she reminded him between gasps.
“Ha…”
Bharat eased back, giving them space. For long minutes there was only the sound of skin meeting skin, of quickening breath, of the car’s faint creaking. Gautam watched his wife’s pleasure build—her fingers tightening on the door handle, her mouth falling open—and something primal surged inside him. He gripped her waist harder, drove deeper, faster.
Suddenly his rhythm broke. “Ah—Geetha—move forward!”
Bharat reacted instantly. “Sir, wait—one minute! Miss, get up—take it in your mouth!”
Geetha blinked, dazed. “In my mouth?”
“Just suck it, Miss—quick!”
In the confusion Gautam’s hand found the nape of her neck. He pulled her toward him with gentle but insistent force. She barely had time to decide her own. As she opened her mouth, he erupted. Warm pulses flooded her mouth; startled, she swallowed reflexively.
Bharath: drink it miss… don’t waste.
At that exact moment a woman’s hand rapped sharply on the side window—tuck-tuck-tuck.
Geetha’s eyes flew wide. She jerked upright, staring at the pale hand pressed to the glass. A strangled scream tore from her throat. “Oh no—darling—a ghost! A ghost!”
She flung herself against Gautam’s chest, burying her face in his neck, trembling violently.
Gautam clutched her just as tightly, heart hammering. “What ghost? Where?”
Bharat glanced toward the window, recognized the figure silhouetted against the car backlight glow, and suddenly burst into bright, helpless laughter.
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To be continued………….
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