22-02-2026, 04:07 AM
My wife held the college ID card tightly against her massive boobs her proud smile still wide her dark nipples poking hard over the red blouse as she looked around the quiet office room. She turned to the cashier her full red lips parting slightly.
"Sir why is the college so empty today? I thought evening classes would have more students," she asked voice soft and curious her boobs rising with each breath the mangalsutra shifting between her heavy boobs.
The cashier leaned against the counter his right hand still inside his right trouser pocket the wet patch on the trouser material dark and sticky from where he had just cum moments ago. He smiled wider his mustache twitching his eyes never leaving her boobs and deep round navel.
"Madam most students here work in the daytime. They come only in the evening after their jobs. Your batch is small especially. Only four boys are studying in your class. Giridhar Sir handles all the subjects for them. He is the only lecturer for your batch," he explained voice low and thick his fingers resting now over the damp spot in his pocket while he stared at her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the red saree.
My wife nodded slowly her cheeks flushing deeper her boobs heaving gently nipples stiff over the red blouse as she absorbed the information.
"Only four boys? That is very small batch," she said quietly pride mixing with a touch of shyness in her voice.
The cashier chuckled his eyes still roaming her wide fertile hips and the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red saree.
"Yes madam small but active. And every two months we have evening programs like Independence Day celebrations or other social awareness events. All students must participate and perform. You will have to join also dance or sing or give a speech something like that," he added eyes devouring her massive boobs and deep round navel.
My wife blushed harder her full red lips parting in surprise her boobs rising sharply nipples poking even harder over the red blouse.
"No sir I cannot perform. I have never done that before," she said shyly shaking her head her jet black hair swaying her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the saree.
The cashier leaned closer his voice dropping lower.
"Madam it is compulsory for all students. You are a student now you have to participate. Everyone does. It will be fun," he insisted eyes locked on her proud smiling face her massive boobs still rising and falling her nipples stiff over the red blouse.
My wife bit her lower lip her cheeks burning but before she could reply the bell rang loud and sharp echoing through the empty corridors.
The cashier straightened up reluctantly pulling his hand out of his pocket the wet patch on his trousers clearly visible now dark and spreading.
"Class time madam. Quick go to classroom thirty six. Giridhar Sir will be waiting," he said pointing toward the corridor.
My wife glanced at me eyes wide and shy clutching her ID card tighter against her boobs.
"Rajesh come with me please. I feel shy going alone," she whispered her voice trembling her boobs heaving faster nipples stiff over the red blouse her plump ass cheeks shifting under the red saree as she turned toward the door.
I nodded my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti from watching the cashier ogle her so openly and cum right there while staring at my wife's hot body in the red saree and red blouse. We stepped out into the dim corridor together her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step her ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the red saree the panty line still visible over her ass cheeks over the saree as we hurried toward classroom thirty six.
We hurried down the dim corridor together my wife's red saree rustling softly with each step her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red saree her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the dbang. Her massive boobs bounced heavily nipples poking hard over the red blouse the mangalsutra swinging between her deep cleavage. The corridor was empty and quiet only our footsteps echoing off the old walls the air thick with the smell of chalk and old books.
Room thirty six was at the far end a small classroom with the door slightly ajar. Giridhar Sir had already started the class his low voice drifting out as he explained something about social structures. The moment we reached the doorway he stopped mid sentence and came out into the corridor. He was dark skinned average looking medium height with short cropped hair a neat mustache and wire rimmed glasses wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers. His eyes widened when he saw us especially when they landed on my wife standing close to me her boobs heaving with quick nervous breaths nipples stiff over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed above the low tied saree.
"Hello who are you both? Are you the newly joined lecturers?" he asked looking from me to my wife his gaze lingering on her massive boobs and wide hips for a second longer than necessary.
My wife laughed first a soft surprised sound then quickly controlled herself her cheeks flushing deeper. She held up her college ID card properly showing him the photo and details.
"No sir I am Sudha the new student. I joined today. This is my husband Rajesh he came to drop me," she said voice sweet and shy her boobs rising with a quick breath nipples poking even harder over the red blouse.
Giridhar Sir blinked then laughed too a warm easy sound that made his mustache twitch. I joined in and we three laughed together for a moment the tension easing in the quiet corridor.
He took the ID card from her hand looked at it closely then handed it back with a gentle smile.
"Sudha welcome. I am Giridhar your lecturer. I handle all the subjects for this small batch. Sociology fundamentals Indian society rural urban studies social problems research methods everything. You will be with us now," he said his dark eyes looking directly into hers his voice warm as he used her name.
My wife smiled wider pride shining in her large dark eyes her mangalsutra shifting between her heavy boobs as she nodded.
"Thank you sir. I am happy to be here finally," she said softly her full red lips curving sweetly.
Giridhar Sir extended his right hand.
"Pleasure to have you in class Sudha," he said.
My wife placed her hand in his shaking it gently her fingers small and soft against his palm her boobs jiggling slightly with the motion nipples stiff over the red blouse. He held her hand a second longer than needed his dark eyes looking directly into hers before releasing it.
The corridor remained empty and quiet around us only the low murmur of the four boys inside the classroom continuing their discussion. My cock hardened inside my dhoti watching the way Giridhar Sir looked at my wife his gaze warm but lingering taking in her massive boobs her deep navel her plump ass cheeks under the red saree. The dark thrill twisted in my gut again knowing she would sit in his class every evening with him teaching her watching her boobs rise and fall as she took notes her nipples perhaps poking over whatever blouse she wore that day. Jealousy burned but the filthy excitement of another man desiring my beautiful wife made my cock throb painfully leaking precum as we stood there in the dim light.
Giridhar Sir kept his warm friendly smile as he looked at my wife standing in the dim corridor her red saree dbangd perfectly her massive boobs rising and falling gently nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed and tempting above the low tied saree. He spoke in a calm steady voice making her feel at ease.
"Sudha I am strict about punctuality. Classes start sharp at six. Today you are late because it is your first day but from tomorrow please be on time. If you come late I will have to give punishment like extra assignments or standing outside for a while. Understood?" he said his dark eyes meeting hers kindly.
My wife smiled shyly her cheeks flushing a soft pink her boobs heaving with a quick breath nipples stiff over the red blouse.
"Yes sir I will be on time from tomorrow," she agreed nodding sweetly her full red lips curving in a submissive smile.
Giridhar Sir nodded satisfied then continued in the same gentle encouraging tone.
"Also Sudha please do not come in saree every day. It might confuse you with the lecturers and the boys are younger than you they might feel intimidated or shy to discuss freely. I want everyone to be friendly share notes talk openly about topics. Come in simple kurti top and leggings or salwar something comfortable and student like. It will help you mix better with the batch and feel more relaxed in class," he advised his voice kind and thoughtful eyes meeting hers with genuine concern.
My wife nodded again her smile growing more relaxed her boobs rising gently nipples still prominent over the red blouse but her shoulders easing as she listened.
"Okay sir I will do that. Thank you for telling me," she said softly voice grateful and comfortable her large dark eyes shining with trust.
Giridhar Sir smiled one last time his mustache twitching slightly.
"Good Sudha. Now before you go inside let me explain the dress code properly so you are clear from the start," he said his tone still friendly and reassuring as he gestured for her to stay a moment longer in the quiet corridor.
Giridhar Sir kept his warm friendly smile as he looked at my wife standing in the dim corridor her red saree dbangd perfectly her massive boobs rising and falling gently nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed and tempting above the low tied saree. He spoke in a calm steady voice making her feel at ease.
"Good Sudha. Now about the dress code in detail so you are clear from the start. You can wear modern clothes like kurti top and leggings or salwar but please no short skirts. Short skirts will reveal your panties when you sit or move and it will distract the other students. I want the focus to stay on studies and discussions not on anything else," he explained his tone firm yet caring eyes flicking briefly to her wide hips then back to her face.
My wife nodded quickly her cheeks flushing deeper her boobs rising with a small breath nipples poking hard over the red blouse.
"Yes sir I understand. No short skirts," she said softly agreeing without hesitation.
The mention of her panties being revealed under a short skirt made my cock throb instantly inside my dhoti leaking precum as I pictured my wife's panties accidentally showing to the four younger boys in class their eyes fixed on her pussy lips outlined under the thin material her plump ass cheeks shifting as she sat. Jealousy stabbed sharp but the filthy excitement of her panties distracting them while she sat innocently taking notes made my balls tighten painfully my cock leaking steadily.
Giridhar Sir continued his voice still kind and reassuring.
"You are allowed to wear modern clothes Sudha but nothing revealing any bra or panties. No low neck kurti top that shows bra straps or deep cuts. No tight leggings that make panty line too obvious over your ass cheeks. Keep it simple decent and comfortable so everyone feels easy to talk and share ideas with you," he advised eyes warm and encouraging.
My wife nodded again her smile sweet and trusting her mangalsutra shifting between her heavy boobs as she spoke.
"Yes sir I only wear saree in the day and nighty at night. I will choose simple kurti top and leggings that follow your rules," she said voice soft and obedient her full red lips curving gently.
The casual talk of her bra and panties her panty line over her ass cheeks her bra straps showing made my cock throb even harder inside my dhoti pre cum soaking through as I imagined her in tight leggings the panty line visible over her plump ass cheeks the boys staring at her boobs pushing against a simple kurti top her nipples perhaps poking over the material during discussions. Jealousy burned hot in my chest but the dark filthy thrill of Giridhar Sir advising her about her bra and panties while she listened so sweetly made my balls ache with need my cock leaking steadily as we stood in the quiet corridor.
Giridhar Sir kept his warm friendly smile as he looked at my wife standing in the dim corridor her red saree dbangd perfectly her massive boobs rising and falling gently nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed and tempting above the low tied saree. He spoke in a calm steady voice making her feel at ease.
"Sudha do not worry. I have a lot of experience in teaching. I will make sure you pass in all exams with good marks. You just attend class regularly and ask doubts freely," he said his dark eyes meeting hers kindly.
My wife smiled at him her full red lips curving wide her cheeks flushing with happiness her boobs heaving with excitement nipples stiff over the red blouse.
"Thank you sir. I feel so relieved now," she said softly voice grateful her large dark eyes shining with trust.
Giridhar Sir laughed warmly his mustache twitching.
"Welcome to college life Sudha," he said and grabbed my wife's waist with both hands pulling her toward him and took my wife into his complete embrace hugging her body fully against his.
My wife was taken aback at first her eyes widening her boobs crushing against his chest the mangalsutra squashed between them her deep round navel rubbing his shirt her plump ass cheeks shifting as she balanced. But she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him back saying thank you sir.
"Thank you sir," she whispered her boobs crushed harder against him her nipples stiff over the red blouse rubbing his chest.
Giridhar Sir held the hug longer his hands on her waist squeezing gently.
"Get used to hugs Sudha. It is college life. Everyone hugs here to celebrate to welcome to enjoy college life. You will enjoy a lot," he said voice low and friendly his hands still on her waist.
My wife looked at me her eyes questioning her arms still around his neck her boobs crushed against him. I faked a smile at her nodding slightly but deep inside I was horny my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum watching Giridhar Sir hug my wife so completely his hands on her waist her boobs crushed against his chest her nipples rubbing him her plump ass cheeks shifting. My smile gave my wife permission to hug and she hugged him back more freely now her arms tightening around his neck her boobs crushing harder her body relaxing into the embrace smiling happily.
"Yes sir I will enjoy college life," she said softly hugging him tighter her mangalsutra dangling between them her deep round navel rubbing his shirt her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red saree.
The sight of my wife hugging Giridhar Sir so freely her massive boobs crushed against his chest her nipples stiff over the red blouse her waist grabbed by his hands made my cock throb painfully hard inside my dhoti pre cum soaking through my balls aching with filthy excitement. Jealousy burned but the dark thrill of seeing her embrace another man so openly while she looked at me for permission and hugged tighter after my smile made my cock leak more as we stood in the quiet corridor.
Giridhar Sir placed his hand gently on my wife's lower back guiding her inside classroom thirty six. My wife glanced back at me her eyes wide with shyness but she stepped through the door her red saree rustling her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red saree her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step her massive boobs bouncing heavily nipples poking hard over the red blouse the mangalsutra swinging between her deep cleavage.
I stayed outside in the dim corridor peering through the small window beside the door my cock already hard inside my dhoti leaking precum as I watched. Inside the small classroom four young Tamil boys sat at wooden desks their eyes snapping up the moment my wife entered. Their names were Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik all around twenty three twenty four dark haired lean and fit wearing simple shirts and trousers. The moment they saw my wife in her red saree their eyes widened and each one developed a visible boner tenting their trousers as they stared at her massive boobs pushing hard against the red blouse her deep round navel exposed her wide fertile hips her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the saree.
Throughout the whole class they kept ogling my wife their eyes fixed on her massive boobs rising and falling with each breath her nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel her wide hips swaying slightly when she shifted in her seat her plump ass cheeks pressing against the chair. Giridhar Sir was very professional teaching the lesson on social structures his voice clear and steady never once breaking focus while the boys stole glances at my wife's boobs and navel their boners never going down.
At the end of the class Giridhar Sir closed his book and looked around.
"Any doubts Sudha or others?" he asked.
My wife raised her hand shyly her boobs lifting with the motion nipples stiff over the red blouse.
"Sir I did not understand the difference between rural and urban social structures completely can you explain again?" she asked voice soft but clear.
Giridhar Sir smiled warmly his eyes meeting hers with approval.
"Good question Sudha. Very good. See boys this is how you should ask doubts. Sudha is new but already thinking deeply. Learn from her," he said praising her openly his voice encouraging.
He then stepped closer to the blackboard picked up the chalk and began explaining the doubt in detail.
"Sudha rural social structures are based on agriculture joint families caste systems strong community ties and traditional values. Urban social structures are more individualistic nuclear families class based on occupation education and income weaker community ties but more mobility and diversity. For example in rural areas social status comes from land ownership and family reputation while in urban areas it comes from job position and money. Rural changes are slow urban changes are fast due to migration technology. But honestly Sudha your beauty itself is like a perfect blend of rural grace and urban charm. Rural simplicity in your smile traditional elegance in your saree and modern confidence in your questions. You make the comparison even clearer than any textbook," he said with a gentle laugh his eyes sparkling as he looked at her massive boobs heaving proudly nipples stiff over the red blouse her deep round navel shining under the light.
My wife blushed deeply her cheeks turning a soft crimson her boobs rising higher nipples poking even harder over the red blouse pride and shy happiness mixing in her large dark eyes.
"Thank you sir now it is clear," she said softly voice trembling with emotion her full red lips curving in a sweet smile.
Giridhar Sir nodded satisfied.
"Excellent Sudha. Keep asking like this," he said then turned to the class. "Now attendance."
He took out the register and began calling names one by one the boys answering present their eyes still flicking to my wife's boobs and navel while Giridhar Sir marked the register never leaving the room his friendly gaze occasionally resting on my wife with approval.
From my spot at the window I watched the whole class my cock rock hard inside my dhoti throbbing painfully leaking precum as the four boys ogled my wife throughout the lesson their boners never subsiding their eyes tracing her massive boobs her deep navel her plump ass cheeks on the chair. My wife sat innocently taking notes her nipples stiff over the red blouse her boobs heaving with each breath proud after Giridhar Sir praised her doubt explained it patiently and compared her beauty to the lesson itself. Jealousy burned hot in my chest but the filthy excitement of seeing my wife admired desired ogled by four young men and complimented so openly by Giridhar Sir made my balls ache my cock leaking steadily as I stood hidden in the dim corridor staring through the glass.
"Sir why is the college so empty today? I thought evening classes would have more students," she asked voice soft and curious her boobs rising with each breath the mangalsutra shifting between her heavy boobs.
The cashier leaned against the counter his right hand still inside his right trouser pocket the wet patch on the trouser material dark and sticky from where he had just cum moments ago. He smiled wider his mustache twitching his eyes never leaving her boobs and deep round navel.
"Madam most students here work in the daytime. They come only in the evening after their jobs. Your batch is small especially. Only four boys are studying in your class. Giridhar Sir handles all the subjects for them. He is the only lecturer for your batch," he explained voice low and thick his fingers resting now over the damp spot in his pocket while he stared at her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the red saree.
My wife nodded slowly her cheeks flushing deeper her boobs heaving gently nipples stiff over the red blouse as she absorbed the information.
"Only four boys? That is very small batch," she said quietly pride mixing with a touch of shyness in her voice.
The cashier chuckled his eyes still roaming her wide fertile hips and the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red saree.
"Yes madam small but active. And every two months we have evening programs like Independence Day celebrations or other social awareness events. All students must participate and perform. You will have to join also dance or sing or give a speech something like that," he added eyes devouring her massive boobs and deep round navel.
My wife blushed harder her full red lips parting in surprise her boobs rising sharply nipples poking even harder over the red blouse.
"No sir I cannot perform. I have never done that before," she said shyly shaking her head her jet black hair swaying her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the saree.
The cashier leaned closer his voice dropping lower.
"Madam it is compulsory for all students. You are a student now you have to participate. Everyone does. It will be fun," he insisted eyes locked on her proud smiling face her massive boobs still rising and falling her nipples stiff over the red blouse.
My wife bit her lower lip her cheeks burning but before she could reply the bell rang loud and sharp echoing through the empty corridors.
The cashier straightened up reluctantly pulling his hand out of his pocket the wet patch on his trousers clearly visible now dark and spreading.
"Class time madam. Quick go to classroom thirty six. Giridhar Sir will be waiting," he said pointing toward the corridor.
My wife glanced at me eyes wide and shy clutching her ID card tighter against her boobs.
"Rajesh come with me please. I feel shy going alone," she whispered her voice trembling her boobs heaving faster nipples stiff over the red blouse her plump ass cheeks shifting under the red saree as she turned toward the door.
I nodded my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti from watching the cashier ogle her so openly and cum right there while staring at my wife's hot body in the red saree and red blouse. We stepped out into the dim corridor together her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step her ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the red saree the panty line still visible over her ass cheeks over the saree as we hurried toward classroom thirty six.
We hurried down the dim corridor together my wife's red saree rustling softly with each step her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red saree her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the dbang. Her massive boobs bounced heavily nipples poking hard over the red blouse the mangalsutra swinging between her deep cleavage. The corridor was empty and quiet only our footsteps echoing off the old walls the air thick with the smell of chalk and old books.
Room thirty six was at the far end a small classroom with the door slightly ajar. Giridhar Sir had already started the class his low voice drifting out as he explained something about social structures. The moment we reached the doorway he stopped mid sentence and came out into the corridor. He was dark skinned average looking medium height with short cropped hair a neat mustache and wire rimmed glasses wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers. His eyes widened when he saw us especially when they landed on my wife standing close to me her boobs heaving with quick nervous breaths nipples stiff over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed above the low tied saree.
"Hello who are you both? Are you the newly joined lecturers?" he asked looking from me to my wife his gaze lingering on her massive boobs and wide hips for a second longer than necessary.
My wife laughed first a soft surprised sound then quickly controlled herself her cheeks flushing deeper. She held up her college ID card properly showing him the photo and details.
"No sir I am Sudha the new student. I joined today. This is my husband Rajesh he came to drop me," she said voice sweet and shy her boobs rising with a quick breath nipples poking even harder over the red blouse.
Giridhar Sir blinked then laughed too a warm easy sound that made his mustache twitch. I joined in and we three laughed together for a moment the tension easing in the quiet corridor.
He took the ID card from her hand looked at it closely then handed it back with a gentle smile.
"Sudha welcome. I am Giridhar your lecturer. I handle all the subjects for this small batch. Sociology fundamentals Indian society rural urban studies social problems research methods everything. You will be with us now," he said his dark eyes looking directly into hers his voice warm as he used her name.
My wife smiled wider pride shining in her large dark eyes her mangalsutra shifting between her heavy boobs as she nodded.
"Thank you sir. I am happy to be here finally," she said softly her full red lips curving sweetly.
Giridhar Sir extended his right hand.
"Pleasure to have you in class Sudha," he said.
My wife placed her hand in his shaking it gently her fingers small and soft against his palm her boobs jiggling slightly with the motion nipples stiff over the red blouse. He held her hand a second longer than needed his dark eyes looking directly into hers before releasing it.
The corridor remained empty and quiet around us only the low murmur of the four boys inside the classroom continuing their discussion. My cock hardened inside my dhoti watching the way Giridhar Sir looked at my wife his gaze warm but lingering taking in her massive boobs her deep navel her plump ass cheeks under the red saree. The dark thrill twisted in my gut again knowing she would sit in his class every evening with him teaching her watching her boobs rise and fall as she took notes her nipples perhaps poking over whatever blouse she wore that day. Jealousy burned but the filthy excitement of another man desiring my beautiful wife made my cock throb painfully leaking precum as we stood there in the dim light.
Giridhar Sir kept his warm friendly smile as he looked at my wife standing in the dim corridor her red saree dbangd perfectly her massive boobs rising and falling gently nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed and tempting above the low tied saree. He spoke in a calm steady voice making her feel at ease.
"Sudha I am strict about punctuality. Classes start sharp at six. Today you are late because it is your first day but from tomorrow please be on time. If you come late I will have to give punishment like extra assignments or standing outside for a while. Understood?" he said his dark eyes meeting hers kindly.
My wife smiled shyly her cheeks flushing a soft pink her boobs heaving with a quick breath nipples stiff over the red blouse.
"Yes sir I will be on time from tomorrow," she agreed nodding sweetly her full red lips curving in a submissive smile.
Giridhar Sir nodded satisfied then continued in the same gentle encouraging tone.
"Also Sudha please do not come in saree every day. It might confuse you with the lecturers and the boys are younger than you they might feel intimidated or shy to discuss freely. I want everyone to be friendly share notes talk openly about topics. Come in simple kurti top and leggings or salwar something comfortable and student like. It will help you mix better with the batch and feel more relaxed in class," he advised his voice kind and thoughtful eyes meeting hers with genuine concern.
My wife nodded again her smile growing more relaxed her boobs rising gently nipples still prominent over the red blouse but her shoulders easing as she listened.
"Okay sir I will do that. Thank you for telling me," she said softly voice grateful and comfortable her large dark eyes shining with trust.
Giridhar Sir smiled one last time his mustache twitching slightly.
"Good Sudha. Now before you go inside let me explain the dress code properly so you are clear from the start," he said his tone still friendly and reassuring as he gestured for her to stay a moment longer in the quiet corridor.
Giridhar Sir kept his warm friendly smile as he looked at my wife standing in the dim corridor her red saree dbangd perfectly her massive boobs rising and falling gently nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed and tempting above the low tied saree. He spoke in a calm steady voice making her feel at ease.
"Good Sudha. Now about the dress code in detail so you are clear from the start. You can wear modern clothes like kurti top and leggings or salwar but please no short skirts. Short skirts will reveal your panties when you sit or move and it will distract the other students. I want the focus to stay on studies and discussions not on anything else," he explained his tone firm yet caring eyes flicking briefly to her wide hips then back to her face.
My wife nodded quickly her cheeks flushing deeper her boobs rising with a small breath nipples poking hard over the red blouse.
"Yes sir I understand. No short skirts," she said softly agreeing without hesitation.
The mention of her panties being revealed under a short skirt made my cock throb instantly inside my dhoti leaking precum as I pictured my wife's panties accidentally showing to the four younger boys in class their eyes fixed on her pussy lips outlined under the thin material her plump ass cheeks shifting as she sat. Jealousy stabbed sharp but the filthy excitement of her panties distracting them while she sat innocently taking notes made my balls tighten painfully my cock leaking steadily.
Giridhar Sir continued his voice still kind and reassuring.
"You are allowed to wear modern clothes Sudha but nothing revealing any bra or panties. No low neck kurti top that shows bra straps or deep cuts. No tight leggings that make panty line too obvious over your ass cheeks. Keep it simple decent and comfortable so everyone feels easy to talk and share ideas with you," he advised eyes warm and encouraging.
My wife nodded again her smile sweet and trusting her mangalsutra shifting between her heavy boobs as she spoke.
"Yes sir I only wear saree in the day and nighty at night. I will choose simple kurti top and leggings that follow your rules," she said voice soft and obedient her full red lips curving gently.
The casual talk of her bra and panties her panty line over her ass cheeks her bra straps showing made my cock throb even harder inside my dhoti pre cum soaking through as I imagined her in tight leggings the panty line visible over her plump ass cheeks the boys staring at her boobs pushing against a simple kurti top her nipples perhaps poking over the material during discussions. Jealousy burned hot in my chest but the dark filthy thrill of Giridhar Sir advising her about her bra and panties while she listened so sweetly made my balls ache with need my cock leaking steadily as we stood in the quiet corridor.
Giridhar Sir kept his warm friendly smile as he looked at my wife standing in the dim corridor her red saree dbangd perfectly her massive boobs rising and falling gently nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel exposed and tempting above the low tied saree. He spoke in a calm steady voice making her feel at ease.
"Sudha do not worry. I have a lot of experience in teaching. I will make sure you pass in all exams with good marks. You just attend class regularly and ask doubts freely," he said his dark eyes meeting hers kindly.
My wife smiled at him her full red lips curving wide her cheeks flushing with happiness her boobs heaving with excitement nipples stiff over the red blouse.
"Thank you sir. I feel so relieved now," she said softly voice grateful her large dark eyes shining with trust.
Giridhar Sir laughed warmly his mustache twitching.
"Welcome to college life Sudha," he said and grabbed my wife's waist with both hands pulling her toward him and took my wife into his complete embrace hugging her body fully against his.
My wife was taken aback at first her eyes widening her boobs crushing against his chest the mangalsutra squashed between them her deep round navel rubbing his shirt her plump ass cheeks shifting as she balanced. But she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him back saying thank you sir.
"Thank you sir," she whispered her boobs crushed harder against him her nipples stiff over the red blouse rubbing his chest.
Giridhar Sir held the hug longer his hands on her waist squeezing gently.
"Get used to hugs Sudha. It is college life. Everyone hugs here to celebrate to welcome to enjoy college life. You will enjoy a lot," he said voice low and friendly his hands still on her waist.
My wife looked at me her eyes questioning her arms still around his neck her boobs crushed against him. I faked a smile at her nodding slightly but deep inside I was horny my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum watching Giridhar Sir hug my wife so completely his hands on her waist her boobs crushed against his chest her nipples rubbing him her plump ass cheeks shifting. My smile gave my wife permission to hug and she hugged him back more freely now her arms tightening around his neck her boobs crushing harder her body relaxing into the embrace smiling happily.
"Yes sir I will enjoy college life," she said softly hugging him tighter her mangalsutra dangling between them her deep round navel rubbing his shirt her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under the red saree.
The sight of my wife hugging Giridhar Sir so freely her massive boobs crushed against his chest her nipples stiff over the red blouse her waist grabbed by his hands made my cock throb painfully hard inside my dhoti pre cum soaking through my balls aching with filthy excitement. Jealousy burned but the dark thrill of seeing her embrace another man so openly while she looked at me for permission and hugged tighter after my smile made my cock leak more as we stood in the quiet corridor.
Giridhar Sir placed his hand gently on my wife's lower back guiding her inside classroom thirty six. My wife glanced back at me her eyes wide with shyness but she stepped through the door her red saree rustling her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the red saree her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step her massive boobs bouncing heavily nipples poking hard over the red blouse the mangalsutra swinging between her deep cleavage.
I stayed outside in the dim corridor peering through the small window beside the door my cock already hard inside my dhoti leaking precum as I watched. Inside the small classroom four young Tamil boys sat at wooden desks their eyes snapping up the moment my wife entered. Their names were Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik all around twenty three twenty four dark haired lean and fit wearing simple shirts and trousers. The moment they saw my wife in her red saree their eyes widened and each one developed a visible boner tenting their trousers as they stared at her massive boobs pushing hard against the red blouse her deep round navel exposed her wide fertile hips her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the saree.
Throughout the whole class they kept ogling my wife their eyes fixed on her massive boobs rising and falling with each breath her nipples poking hard over the red blouse her deep round navel her wide hips swaying slightly when she shifted in her seat her plump ass cheeks pressing against the chair. Giridhar Sir was very professional teaching the lesson on social structures his voice clear and steady never once breaking focus while the boys stole glances at my wife's boobs and navel their boners never going down.
At the end of the class Giridhar Sir closed his book and looked around.
"Any doubts Sudha or others?" he asked.
My wife raised her hand shyly her boobs lifting with the motion nipples stiff over the red blouse.
"Sir I did not understand the difference between rural and urban social structures completely can you explain again?" she asked voice soft but clear.
Giridhar Sir smiled warmly his eyes meeting hers with approval.
"Good question Sudha. Very good. See boys this is how you should ask doubts. Sudha is new but already thinking deeply. Learn from her," he said praising her openly his voice encouraging.
He then stepped closer to the blackboard picked up the chalk and began explaining the doubt in detail.
"Sudha rural social structures are based on agriculture joint families caste systems strong community ties and traditional values. Urban social structures are more individualistic nuclear families class based on occupation education and income weaker community ties but more mobility and diversity. For example in rural areas social status comes from land ownership and family reputation while in urban areas it comes from job position and money. Rural changes are slow urban changes are fast due to migration technology. But honestly Sudha your beauty itself is like a perfect blend of rural grace and urban charm. Rural simplicity in your smile traditional elegance in your saree and modern confidence in your questions. You make the comparison even clearer than any textbook," he said with a gentle laugh his eyes sparkling as he looked at her massive boobs heaving proudly nipples stiff over the red blouse her deep round navel shining under the light.
My wife blushed deeply her cheeks turning a soft crimson her boobs rising higher nipples poking even harder over the red blouse pride and shy happiness mixing in her large dark eyes.
"Thank you sir now it is clear," she said softly voice trembling with emotion her full red lips curving in a sweet smile.
Giridhar Sir nodded satisfied.
"Excellent Sudha. Keep asking like this," he said then turned to the class. "Now attendance."
He took out the register and began calling names one by one the boys answering present their eyes still flicking to my wife's boobs and navel while Giridhar Sir marked the register never leaving the room his friendly gaze occasionally resting on my wife with approval.
From my spot at the window I watched the whole class my cock rock hard inside my dhoti throbbing painfully leaking precum as the four boys ogled my wife throughout the lesson their boners never subsiding their eyes tracing her massive boobs her deep navel her plump ass cheeks on the chair. My wife sat innocently taking notes her nipples stiff over the red blouse her boobs heaving with each breath proud after Giridhar Sir praised her doubt explained it patiently and compared her beauty to the lesson itself. Jealousy burned hot in my chest but the filthy excitement of seeing my wife admired desired ogled by four young men and complimented so openly by Giridhar Sir made my balls ache my cock leaking steadily as I stood hidden in the dim corridor staring through the glass.
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