22-02-2026, 04:13 AM
I stayed outside at the window in the dark peering through to watch without being seen. My wife stood hugging Giridhar Sir her arms wrapped around his neck her massive boobs crushed against his chest her nipples hard over the black kurti top rubbing his shirt her wide hips pressed against his her thick juicy thighs straddling his leg her plump ass cheeks squeezed firmly by his hands over the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings his cock throbbing against her lower stomach through his trousers.
The four boys felt horny watching the hug their cocks throbbing hard in their trousers. They moved quietly each standing in one of the four corners of the classroom in the partial dark their eyes fixed on my wife her boobs crushed against Sir her ass cheeks being squeezed her thighs rubbing his cock. Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik each slipped their right hand inside their trousers jerking their cocks slowly at first then faster their breathing heavy as they watched her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her plump ass cheeks in Sir's hands her thick juicy thighs gliding over his cock the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they jerked silently in the shadows their cocks throbbing harder.
My wife whispered during the hug her voice full of sympathy her boobs pressed hard against him her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top her thick juicy thighs against his leg.
"Sir... how do you feel getting hugged by me... is it helping you feel better... is it helping you come out of the tragedy... tell me please," she whispered innocently her large dark eyes looking up at him with genuine pity her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the closeness without her fully understanding.
Giridhar Sir whispered back his voice full of gratitude his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing against her stomach through his trousers.
"Sudha... I love it... your hug is everything... it is definitely helping me... thank you... thank you for this comfort," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion but his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly his cock hardening more as he felt her body against him.
My wife got more emotional her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her cheeks flushed her large dark eyes shining with sympathy wanting to help him feel better she began rubbing her right thigh all over his cock in his trousers slowly deliberately gliding her thick juicy thigh up and down the length of his cock through his trousers looking into his eyes whispering with sympathy.
"Sir... I am so glad it helps... I want to make you feel better... do not feel sad anymore... let me help you forget the pain," she whispered innocently her voice full of compassion her pussy lips swelling under her panties her cheeks burning red her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her right thigh rubbing his cock giving him small pleasure out of pure sympathy.
Giridhar Sir’s cock throbbed violently under her rubbing thigh his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his breathing ragged his voice full of gratitude but heavy with horniness.
"Sudha... thank you... your thigh... it feels so good... thank you for helping me... I needed this so much," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion and lust his cock pulsing against her thigh his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly.
The four boys jerked their cocks faster in the corners their eyes fixed on my wife's thigh rubbing Sir's cock through his trousers her boobs crushed against him her ass cheeks being squeezed the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they watched silently their cocks throbbing harder.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum the sight of my wife rubbing her thigh over Giridhar Sir's cock whispering sympathy while he squeezed her ass cheeks and the four boys jerking their cocks in the corners watching her drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement my balls aching as the hug continued.
I stayed outside at the window in the dark peering through to watch without being seen. My wife hugged Giridhar Sir tightly her arms wrapped around his neck her massive boobs crushed against his chest her nipples hard over the black kurti top rubbing his shirt her wide hips pressed against his her thick juicy thighs straddling his leg her plump ass cheeks squeezed firmly by his hands over the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings his cock throbbing against her lower stomach through his trousers.
The four boys felt horny watching the hug their cocks throbbing hard in their trousers. They moved quietly each standing in one of the four corners of the classroom in the partial dark their eyes fixed on my wife her boobs crushed against Sir her ass cheeks being squeezed her thighs straddling his leg. Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik each slipped their right hand inside their trousers jerking their cocks slowly at first then faster their breathing heavy as they watched her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her plump ass cheeks in Sir's hands her thick juicy thighs against his leg the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they jerked silently in the shadows their cocks throbbing harder.
My wife whispered during the hug her voice full of sympathy her boobs pressed hard against him her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top her thick juicy thighs against his leg.
"Sir... how do you feel getting hugged by me... is it helping you feel better... is it helping you come out of the tragedy... tell me please," she whispered innocently her large dark eyes looking up at him with genuine pity her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the closeness without her fully understanding.
Giridhar Sir whispered back his voice full of gratitude his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing against her stomach through his trousers.
"Sudha... I love it... your hug is everything... it is definitely helping me... thank you... thank you for this comfort," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion but his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly his cock hardening more as he felt her body against him.
My wife got more emotional her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her cheeks flushed her large dark eyes shining with sympathy wanting to help him feel better she began rubbing her right thigh all over his cock in his trousers slowly deliberately gliding her thick juicy thigh up and down the length of his cock through his trousers looking into his eyes whispering with sympathy.
"Sir... I am so glad it helps... I want to make you feel better... do not feel sad anymore... let me help you forget the pain... is this helping... your body feels so tense... let me comfort you," she whispered innocently her voice full of compassion her pussy lips swelling under her panties her cheeks burning red her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her right thigh rubbing his cock giving him small pleasure out of pure sympathy.
Giridhar Sir whispered to my wife his voice low his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing under her rubbing thigh.
"Sudha... I feel so much better... grabbing your ass cheeks... rubbing against your thigh... thank you... but the boys are here... I wonder what they would think of me... hugging you like this," he whispered his voice full of gratitude but heavy with horniness his cock pulsing against her thigh his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly.
My wife whispered back her voice full of sympathy her boobs pressed hard against him her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top her right thigh rubbing his cock slowly her thick juicy thighs gliding over him.
"Sir... do not worry... the boys know I am doing this to make you feel better... they understand... you deserve this comfort... let them see... it is okay," she whispered innocently her voice full of compassion her pussy lips swelling under her panties her cheeks burning red her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her right thigh rubbing his cock giving him small pleasure out of pure sympathy.
Giridhar Sir whispered again his voice full of gratitude his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing under her rubbing thigh.
"Sudha... thank you... you are so kind... I am proud of you... and proud of the boys for understanding... thank you... this hug... your thigh... thank you," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion and lust his cock pulsing against her thigh his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly.
The four boys jerked their cocks faster in the corners their eyes fixed on my wife's thigh rubbing Sir's cock through his trousers her boobs crushed against him her ass cheeks being squeezed the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they watched silently their cocks throbbing harder.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum the sight of my wife rubbing her thigh over Giridhar Sir's cock whispering sympathy while he squeezed her ass cheeks and the four boys jerking their cocks in the corners watching her drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement my balls aching as the hug continued.
Giridhar Sir whispered to my wife, his voice low, his arms hugging her tighter, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his cock throbbing under her rubbing thigh.
"Sudha... the way you are rubbing my cock with your thigh... it is making me so horny... thank you... do not stop... please... I need this," he whispered, his voice trembling with gratitude and raw lust, his cock pulsing against her thigh, his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly, his breathing ragged with emotion.
My wife continued rubbing her right thigh all over his cock in his trousers, slowly, deliberately gliding her thick juicy thigh up and down the length of his cock through his trousers, looking into his eyes, whispering with sympathy, her voice cracking slightly with emotion.
"Sir... I am so glad it helps... I want you to feel happy again... do not worry... just let it happen... you have suffered so much... let me give you this comfort... it is okay," she whispered innocently, her voice full of deep compassion, tears welling in her large dark eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her right thigh rubbing his cock, giving him pleasure out of pure heartfelt sympathy.
Giridhar Sir moaned softly, his voice full of gratitude, his arms hugging her tighter, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his cock throbbing violently under her rubbing thigh, his breathing ragged with emotion.
"Sudha... thank you... your thigh... it feels so good... thank you for helping me... I needed this so much... thank you... the boys are watching... but thank you... I am close... thank you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion and lust, his cock pulsing against her thigh, his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly, his eyes filling with tears of gratitude and need.
My wife whispered back, her voice breaking with sympathy, her boobs pressed hard against him, her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top, her right thigh rubbing his cock faster now.
"Sir... do not worry about the boys... they know I am doing this to make you feel better... enjoy yourself... let it feel good... you deserve to be happy... after losing your wife and daughters... let go... I am here... I want to help you heal," she whispered innocently, her voice full of compassion, tears slipping down her cheeks, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her right thigh rubbing his cock, taking him to the edge.
Giridhar Sir’s cock throbbed violently under her rubbing thigh, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his breathing ragged, his voice full of gratitude but heavy with horniness.
"Sudha... thank you... I am so close... thank you... your thigh... it is too much... thank you... I am going to cum... thank you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion and lust, his cock pulsing against her thigh, his body tensing as he got closer to cumming.
My wife got bolder, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her cheeks flushed with sympathy, she grabbed his cock over his pants with her right hand, jerked it firmly over his pants through the trousers, looking into his eyes, whispering with sympathy.
"Sir... let it happen... cum... you deserve this cumming... I am here... thank you for trusting me," she whispered innocently, her voice full of compassion, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her right hand jerking his cock over his pants, taking him over the edge.
Giridhar Sir could not hold it anymore, his body tensed, thick cum shooting inside his trousers, soaking the trousers, his cock pulsing in her hand as he came hard quietly inside his trousers, his hands clenching on her ass cheeks, his face buried in her neck hiding the shudder.
He began holding my wife’s face and tried to kiss her lips nicely, his lips moving toward her full red lips.
My wife pulled her lips back slightly, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide with shyness.
Giridhar Sir whispered pleading, his voice trembling with need, his cock still pulsing in her hand as cum shot inside his trousers.
"Sudha... please... let me kiss your lips... please," he whispered, his voice full of gratitude and desperation, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks, his cock jerking in her hand.
My wife looked into his eyes, her large dark eyes softening with sympathy, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her cheeks burning red, she nodded slightly, letting him kiss her lips.
Giridhar Sir kissed her lips nicely, his lips kissing her full red lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth tasting her lips, moaning inside her mouth “Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” he moaned inside my wife's mouth as he came, his cock pulsing in her hand, thick cum shooting inside his trousers soaking the trousers.
My wife kissed his lips back, her full red lips parting for his tongue, her tongue sliding against his tongue tasting him. As she kissed him, her boobs pressed hard against his chest, her nipples hard over the kurti top rubbing him. Her pussy lips swelled under her panties, cheeks burning red, thick juicy thighs still against his leg, her right hand jerking his cock over his pants through the trousers.
The four boys watching him kiss my wife started cumming all over the floor, their cocks jerking in their hands, thick cum shooting onto the classroom floor as they watched her boobs crushed against him, her ass cheeks squeezed, her right hand jerking his cock over his pants, their cocks pulsing with cumming, the sexual tension exploding in the small classroom.
I stayed at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife letting Giridhar Sir kiss her lips, kissing him back while jerking his cock over his pants, making him cum in his trousers, and the four boys cumming on the floor watching her, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as the hug continued.
Giridhar Sir broke the kiss slowly, his lips parting from my wife’s full red lips, his breathing heavy and uneven, his cock still pulsing inside his trousers, cum soaking the trousers, his hands lingering on her plump ass cheeks over the red leggings and kurti top for a long moment before he released her completely, stepping back with a trembling breath.
"Sudha... I am sorry... I should not have kissed you... forgive me," Giridhar Sir said, his voice cracking with shame and overwhelming gratitude, his dark eyes dropping to the floor, his face flushed deep red, his hands shaking as he wiped his mouth, tears glistening in his eyes from the mix of release and regret.
He turned to the four boys, Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, and Karthik, who stood in the corners, their cocks softening after cumming on the floor, their eyes still fixed on my wife’s boobs heaving, nipples hard over the black kurti top, her wide hips, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
"Boys... I am sorry... I lost control... I should not have done that... forgive me," Giridhar Sir said, his voice low and broken, his shoulders slumping heavily, tears welling in his eyes, his hands trembling as he looked at them with raw vulnerability.
The four boys came forward and stood next to my wife, surrounding her closely, their eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, their cocks still half hard in their trousers.
Arjun spoke first, his voice firm but warm, his eyes lingering on her boobs pushing against the kurti top, her nipples hard over the kurti top.
"Sir... do not be apologetic... we love you sir... we will do anything to make you come out of your tragedy... you deserve happiness... do not feel sorry," Arjun said, his voice supportive, the other boys nodding, their eyes on my wife’s boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Vikram stepped closer, his voice soft, his eyes on her navel impression over the kurti top, her ass cheeks round and firm.
"Sir... we all love you... we will help you... always... do not apologize," Vikram said, his voice gentle, his cock still half hard in his trousers.
Suresh and Karthik nodded, their eyes on her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, their voices low.
"Sir... we are with you... we love you... no need to say sorry," Suresh said, Karthik adding quietly, "We will do anything for you sir," their eyes fixed on her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife again, his eyes full of gratitude and deep embarrassment, his face burning red, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Sudha... thank you... I... I even kissed your lips... I am so embarrassed... I should not have... I am sorry," he said, his voice shaking, tears slipping down his cheeks, his hands trembling as he looked at her boobs, her nipples hard over the kurti top, her ass cheeks under the red leggings.
My wife stepped closer, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the black kurti top, her voice soft and reassuring, tears still in her large dark eyes.
"Sir... do not worry... my husband has always told me that humans are full of emotions... there is nothing wrong in body reacting... your body reacted to it sir... do not worry... it is natural," she said innocently, her voice trembling with compassion, her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties, her cheeks burning red, her boobs rising and falling gently.
Giridhar Sir looked at her, his eyes shining with gratitude, his voice thick with emotion.
"Sudha... I felt great... thank you... you and the boys... you all helped me... thank you... I cannot express how much this means," he said, smiling with gratitude, tears in his eyes, his face softening, his cock softening inside his trousers.
My wife and the boys looked at each other, Arjun smiling warmly, Vikram nodding, Suresh and Karthik looking at her with admiration, their eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Arjun spoke again, his voice warm, his cock half hard in his trousers.
"Sir... we are so glad that we made you happy... Sudha too... we all want to see you smile," Arjun said, the boys nodding, their eyes on my wife’s boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Giridhar Sir smiled wider, his eyes full of gratitude, looking at my wife and the boys.
"Thank you... all of you... thank you," he said, his voice soft, his face relaxed for the first time.
The principal and an old man entered the classroom, the principal carrying a file, the old man walking slowly, his face kind.
The principal spoke first, his voice gentle, looking at Giridhar Sir.
"Giridhar... in these two months of traveling to the board and meetings... I did not have time to come to college... I could not offer my condolences to you... I am sorry," the principal said, his voice heavy with regret.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife and the boys, his eyes filling with emotion, tears welling up, his voice trembling.
"Sir... these five students... including Sudha... they are God’s gift to me... being with them... makes me forget all the tragedy... thank you... thank you all," he said, his voice breaking with emotion, his eyes on my wife her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her wide hips her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
My wife felt emotional, tears filling her large dark eyes, her boobs rising and falling, nipples hard over the kurti top, her cheeks flushed, she began crying softly, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings, her plump ass cheeks round and firm.
"Sir... do not cry... we are here for you... we will help you... always," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion, tears slipping down her cheeks, her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the emotional weight without her fully understanding.
The four boys looked at her, their eyes full of admiration, their cocks still half hard in their trousers, staring at her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, the classroom quiet except for my wife’s soft crying and Giridhar Sir’s emotional breathing.
I stayed at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife crying with sympathy for Giridhar Sir, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting, the boys staring, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as the class continued.
Giridhar Sir sighed heavily, his body sagging slightly, his cock soft inside his trousers, cum soaking the trousers.
"I am tired after cumming... no class today... we will continue tomorrow," Giridhar Sir said, his voice exhausted but warm, his eyes on my wife her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her wide hips her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
The four boys laughed softly, their cocks soft in their trousers, their eyes on my wife’s boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
"Sir... we are tired after cumming watching you and Sudha sir," Arjun said, laughing, the other boys joining in, their voices light, their eyes sparkling with playful mischief.
My wife’s cheeks turned bright red, her boobs rising with a quick breath nipples hard over the black kurti top her large dark eyes wide with surprise.
"Wait... what happened?" she asked innocently, her voice trembling with confusion, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings, her plump ass cheeks round and firm.
Giridhar Sir looked at her, his face flushed, his voice gentle.
"Sudha... the boys... they were jerking off watching us... and they came," he said softly, his eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, his voice full of gratitude.
My wife’s cheeks burned redder, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide, but a playful smile curved her full red lips.
She laughed softly, her boobs bouncing nipples hard over the kurti top, her wide hips swaying, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the red leggings, and she began playfully chasing the boys all over the classroom, her thick juicy thighs pumping, her ass cheeks jiggling wildly, her boobs bouncing heavily nipples hard over the kurti top, her laughter ringing out innocently.
"You naughty boys... come here... I will catch you," she said playfully, her voice light and teasing, her large dark eyes sparkling, her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the playful chase without her fully understanding.
The boys laughed, running around the desks, dodging her, their cocks soft in their trousers, their eyes on her boobs bouncing, her ass cheeks jiggling, her thick juicy thighs pumping.
Giridhar Sir watched, his face lighting up, a loud laugh escaping him for the first time in months, his voice deep and joyful, tears of happiness in his eyes, his body relaxed, his cock soft inside his trousers.
My wife and the boys heard his loud laugh, they stopped running, turning to look at him, their faces full of admiration, my wife’s boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top, her cheeks flushed, her large dark eyes shining with joy.
Giridhar Sir looked at them, his eyes full of emotion, his voice trembling.
"I have never laughed like this in a while... thank you... thank you all... you made me laugh again," he said, his voice breaking with gratitude, tears slipping down his cheeks, his smile wide and genuine.
My wife smiled warmly, her boobs rising and falling nipples hard over the kurti top, her voice soft and kind.
"Keep smiling sir... your smile is beautiful... we want to see it always," she said innocently, her large dark eyes full of compassion, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings, her plump ass cheeks round and firm.
Giridhar Sir looked at her and the boys, his eyes shining with emotion.
"Thank you... thank you all... you have no idea how much this means to me," he said emotionally, his voice thick with gratitude, tears in his eyes, his face relaxed and happy.
The bell rang, the sound echoing through the classroom, signaling the end of the period.
My wife and the boys smiled at each other, their eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, the sexual tension still lingering, but now mixed with warmth and gratitude.
I stayed at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife playfully chasing the boys, making Giridhar Sir laugh loudly, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard over the kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling, the boys cumming earlier, Giridhar Sir cumming in his trousers, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as the class ended.
The four boys felt horny watching the hug their cocks throbbing hard in their trousers. They moved quietly each standing in one of the four corners of the classroom in the partial dark their eyes fixed on my wife her boobs crushed against Sir her ass cheeks being squeezed her thighs rubbing his cock. Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik each slipped their right hand inside their trousers jerking their cocks slowly at first then faster their breathing heavy as they watched her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her plump ass cheeks in Sir's hands her thick juicy thighs gliding over his cock the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they jerked silently in the shadows their cocks throbbing harder.
My wife whispered during the hug her voice full of sympathy her boobs pressed hard against him her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top her thick juicy thighs against his leg.
"Sir... how do you feel getting hugged by me... is it helping you feel better... is it helping you come out of the tragedy... tell me please," she whispered innocently her large dark eyes looking up at him with genuine pity her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the closeness without her fully understanding.
Giridhar Sir whispered back his voice full of gratitude his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing against her stomach through his trousers.
"Sudha... I love it... your hug is everything... it is definitely helping me... thank you... thank you for this comfort," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion but his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly his cock hardening more as he felt her body against him.
My wife got more emotional her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her cheeks flushed her large dark eyes shining with sympathy wanting to help him feel better she began rubbing her right thigh all over his cock in his trousers slowly deliberately gliding her thick juicy thigh up and down the length of his cock through his trousers looking into his eyes whispering with sympathy.
"Sir... I am so glad it helps... I want to make you feel better... do not feel sad anymore... let me help you forget the pain," she whispered innocently her voice full of compassion her pussy lips swelling under her panties her cheeks burning red her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her right thigh rubbing his cock giving him small pleasure out of pure sympathy.
Giridhar Sir’s cock throbbed violently under her rubbing thigh his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his breathing ragged his voice full of gratitude but heavy with horniness.
"Sudha... thank you... your thigh... it feels so good... thank you for helping me... I needed this so much," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion and lust his cock pulsing against her thigh his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly.
The four boys jerked their cocks faster in the corners their eyes fixed on my wife's thigh rubbing Sir's cock through his trousers her boobs crushed against him her ass cheeks being squeezed the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they watched silently their cocks throbbing harder.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum the sight of my wife rubbing her thigh over Giridhar Sir's cock whispering sympathy while he squeezed her ass cheeks and the four boys jerking their cocks in the corners watching her drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement my balls aching as the hug continued.
I stayed outside at the window in the dark peering through to watch without being seen. My wife hugged Giridhar Sir tightly her arms wrapped around his neck her massive boobs crushed against his chest her nipples hard over the black kurti top rubbing his shirt her wide hips pressed against his her thick juicy thighs straddling his leg her plump ass cheeks squeezed firmly by his hands over the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings his cock throbbing against her lower stomach through his trousers.
The four boys felt horny watching the hug their cocks throbbing hard in their trousers. They moved quietly each standing in one of the four corners of the classroom in the partial dark their eyes fixed on my wife her boobs crushed against Sir her ass cheeks being squeezed her thighs straddling his leg. Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik each slipped their right hand inside their trousers jerking their cocks slowly at first then faster their breathing heavy as they watched her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her plump ass cheeks in Sir's hands her thick juicy thighs against his leg the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they jerked silently in the shadows their cocks throbbing harder.
My wife whispered during the hug her voice full of sympathy her boobs pressed hard against him her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top her thick juicy thighs against his leg.
"Sir... how do you feel getting hugged by me... is it helping you feel better... is it helping you come out of the tragedy... tell me please," she whispered innocently her large dark eyes looking up at him with genuine pity her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the closeness without her fully understanding.
Giridhar Sir whispered back his voice full of gratitude his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing against her stomach through his trousers.
"Sudha... I love it... your hug is everything... it is definitely helping me... thank you... thank you for this comfort," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion but his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly his cock hardening more as he felt her body against him.
My wife got more emotional her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her cheeks flushed her large dark eyes shining with sympathy wanting to help him feel better she began rubbing her right thigh all over his cock in his trousers slowly deliberately gliding her thick juicy thigh up and down the length of his cock through his trousers looking into his eyes whispering with sympathy.
"Sir... I am so glad it helps... I want to make you feel better... do not feel sad anymore... let me help you forget the pain... is this helping... your body feels so tense... let me comfort you," she whispered innocently her voice full of compassion her pussy lips swelling under her panties her cheeks burning red her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her right thigh rubbing his cock giving him small pleasure out of pure sympathy.
Giridhar Sir whispered to my wife his voice low his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing under her rubbing thigh.
"Sudha... I feel so much better... grabbing your ass cheeks... rubbing against your thigh... thank you... but the boys are here... I wonder what they would think of me... hugging you like this," he whispered his voice full of gratitude but heavy with horniness his cock pulsing against her thigh his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly.
My wife whispered back her voice full of sympathy her boobs pressed hard against him her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top her right thigh rubbing his cock slowly her thick juicy thighs gliding over him.
"Sir... do not worry... the boys know I am doing this to make you feel better... they understand... you deserve this comfort... let them see... it is okay," she whispered innocently her voice full of compassion her pussy lips swelling under her panties her cheeks burning red her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her right thigh rubbing his cock giving him small pleasure out of pure sympathy.
Giridhar Sir whispered again his voice full of gratitude his arms hugging her tighter his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder his cock throbbing under her rubbing thigh.
"Sudha... thank you... you are so kind... I am proud of you... and proud of the boys for understanding... thank you... this hug... your thigh... thank you," he whispered his voice trembling with emotion and lust his cock pulsing against her thigh his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks squeezing them firmly.
The four boys jerked their cocks faster in the corners their eyes fixed on my wife's thigh rubbing Sir's cock through his trousers her boobs crushed against him her ass cheeks being squeezed the sexual tension thick in the small classroom as they watched silently their cocks throbbing harder.
I stayed at the window in the dark my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti leaking precum the sight of my wife rubbing her thigh over Giridhar Sir's cock whispering sympathy while he squeezed her ass cheeks and the four boys jerking their cocks in the corners watching her drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement my balls aching as the hug continued.
Giridhar Sir whispered to my wife, his voice low, his arms hugging her tighter, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his cock throbbing under her rubbing thigh.
"Sudha... the way you are rubbing my cock with your thigh... it is making me so horny... thank you... do not stop... please... I need this," he whispered, his voice trembling with gratitude and raw lust, his cock pulsing against her thigh, his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly, his breathing ragged with emotion.
My wife continued rubbing her right thigh all over his cock in his trousers, slowly, deliberately gliding her thick juicy thigh up and down the length of his cock through his trousers, looking into his eyes, whispering with sympathy, her voice cracking slightly with emotion.
"Sir... I am so glad it helps... I want you to feel happy again... do not worry... just let it happen... you have suffered so much... let me give you this comfort... it is okay," she whispered innocently, her voice full of deep compassion, tears welling in her large dark eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her right thigh rubbing his cock, giving him pleasure out of pure heartfelt sympathy.
Giridhar Sir moaned softly, his voice full of gratitude, his arms hugging her tighter, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his cock throbbing violently under her rubbing thigh, his breathing ragged with emotion.
"Sudha... thank you... your thigh... it feels so good... thank you for helping me... I needed this so much... thank you... the boys are watching... but thank you... I am close... thank you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion and lust, his cock pulsing against her thigh, his hands enjoying the feel of her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly, his eyes filling with tears of gratitude and need.
My wife whispered back, her voice breaking with sympathy, her boobs pressed hard against him, her nipples rubbing his shirt through the kurti top, her right thigh rubbing his cock faster now.
"Sir... do not worry about the boys... they know I am doing this to make you feel better... enjoy yourself... let it feel good... you deserve to be happy... after losing your wife and daughters... let go... I am here... I want to help you heal," she whispered innocently, her voice full of compassion, tears slipping down her cheeks, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her right thigh rubbing his cock, taking him to the edge.
Giridhar Sir’s cock throbbed violently under her rubbing thigh, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks harder, his breathing ragged, his voice full of gratitude but heavy with horniness.
"Sudha... thank you... I am so close... thank you... your thigh... it is too much... thank you... I am going to cum... thank you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion and lust, his cock pulsing against her thigh, his body tensing as he got closer to cumming.
My wife got bolder, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her cheeks flushed with sympathy, she grabbed his cock over his pants with her right hand, jerked it firmly over his pants through the trousers, looking into his eyes, whispering with sympathy.
"Sir... let it happen... cum... you deserve this cumming... I am here... thank you for trusting me," she whispered innocently, her voice full of compassion, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her right hand jerking his cock over his pants, taking him over the edge.
Giridhar Sir could not hold it anymore, his body tensed, thick cum shooting inside his trousers, soaking the trousers, his cock pulsing in her hand as he came hard quietly inside his trousers, his hands clenching on her ass cheeks, his face buried in her neck hiding the shudder.
He began holding my wife’s face and tried to kiss her lips nicely, his lips moving toward her full red lips.
My wife pulled her lips back slightly, her cheeks burning red, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide with shyness.
Giridhar Sir whispered pleading, his voice trembling with need, his cock still pulsing in her hand as cum shot inside his trousers.
"Sudha... please... let me kiss your lips... please," he whispered, his voice full of gratitude and desperation, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks, his cock jerking in her hand.
My wife looked into his eyes, her large dark eyes softening with sympathy, her pussy lips swelling under her panties, her cheeks burning red, she nodded slightly, letting him kiss her lips.
Giridhar Sir kissed her lips nicely, his lips kissing her full red lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth tasting her lips, moaning inside her mouth “Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm” he moaned inside my wife's mouth as he came, his cock pulsing in her hand, thick cum shooting inside his trousers soaking the trousers.
My wife kissed his lips back, her full red lips parting for his tongue, her tongue sliding against his tongue tasting him. As she kissed him, her boobs pressed hard against his chest, her nipples hard over the kurti top rubbing him. Her pussy lips swelled under her panties, cheeks burning red, thick juicy thighs still against his leg, her right hand jerking his cock over his pants through the trousers.
The four boys watching him kiss my wife started cumming all over the floor, their cocks jerking in their hands, thick cum shooting onto the classroom floor as they watched her boobs crushed against him, her ass cheeks squeezed, her right hand jerking his cock over his pants, their cocks pulsing with cumming, the sexual tension exploding in the small classroom.
I stayed at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife letting Giridhar Sir kiss her lips, kissing him back while jerking his cock over his pants, making him cum in his trousers, and the four boys cumming on the floor watching her, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as the hug continued.
Giridhar Sir broke the kiss slowly, his lips parting from my wife’s full red lips, his breathing heavy and uneven, his cock still pulsing inside his trousers, cum soaking the trousers, his hands lingering on her plump ass cheeks over the red leggings and kurti top for a long moment before he released her completely, stepping back with a trembling breath.
"Sudha... I am sorry... I should not have kissed you... forgive me," Giridhar Sir said, his voice cracking with shame and overwhelming gratitude, his dark eyes dropping to the floor, his face flushed deep red, his hands shaking as he wiped his mouth, tears glistening in his eyes from the mix of release and regret.
He turned to the four boys, Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, and Karthik, who stood in the corners, their cocks softening after cumming on the floor, their eyes still fixed on my wife’s boobs heaving, nipples hard over the black kurti top, her wide hips, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
"Boys... I am sorry... I lost control... I should not have done that... forgive me," Giridhar Sir said, his voice low and broken, his shoulders slumping heavily, tears welling in his eyes, his hands trembling as he looked at them with raw vulnerability.
The four boys came forward and stood next to my wife, surrounding her closely, their eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, their cocks still half hard in their trousers.
Arjun spoke first, his voice firm but warm, his eyes lingering on her boobs pushing against the kurti top, her nipples hard over the kurti top.
"Sir... do not be apologetic... we love you sir... we will do anything to make you come out of your tragedy... you deserve happiness... do not feel sorry," Arjun said, his voice supportive, the other boys nodding, their eyes on my wife’s boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Vikram stepped closer, his voice soft, his eyes on her navel impression over the kurti top, her ass cheeks round and firm.
"Sir... we all love you... we will help you... always... do not apologize," Vikram said, his voice gentle, his cock still half hard in his trousers.
Suresh and Karthik nodded, their eyes on her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, their voices low.
"Sir... we are with you... we love you... no need to say sorry," Suresh said, Karthik adding quietly, "We will do anything for you sir," their eyes fixed on her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife again, his eyes full of gratitude and deep embarrassment, his face burning red, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Sudha... thank you... I... I even kissed your lips... I am so embarrassed... I should not have... I am sorry," he said, his voice shaking, tears slipping down his cheeks, his hands trembling as he looked at her boobs, her nipples hard over the kurti top, her ass cheeks under the red leggings.
My wife stepped closer, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the black kurti top, her voice soft and reassuring, tears still in her large dark eyes.
"Sir... do not worry... my husband has always told me that humans are full of emotions... there is nothing wrong in body reacting... your body reacted to it sir... do not worry... it is natural," she said innocently, her voice trembling with compassion, her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties, her cheeks burning red, her boobs rising and falling gently.
Giridhar Sir looked at her, his eyes shining with gratitude, his voice thick with emotion.
"Sudha... I felt great... thank you... you and the boys... you all helped me... thank you... I cannot express how much this means," he said, smiling with gratitude, tears in his eyes, his face softening, his cock softening inside his trousers.
My wife and the boys looked at each other, Arjun smiling warmly, Vikram nodding, Suresh and Karthik looking at her with admiration, their eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Arjun spoke again, his voice warm, his cock half hard in his trousers.
"Sir... we are so glad that we made you happy... Sudha too... we all want to see you smile," Arjun said, the boys nodding, their eyes on my wife’s boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
Giridhar Sir smiled wider, his eyes full of gratitude, looking at my wife and the boys.
"Thank you... all of you... thank you," he said, his voice soft, his face relaxed for the first time.
The principal and an old man entered the classroom, the principal carrying a file, the old man walking slowly, his face kind.
The principal spoke first, his voice gentle, looking at Giridhar Sir.
"Giridhar... in these two months of traveling to the board and meetings... I did not have time to come to college... I could not offer my condolences to you... I am sorry," the principal said, his voice heavy with regret.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife and the boys, his eyes filling with emotion, tears welling up, his voice trembling.
"Sir... these five students... including Sudha... they are God’s gift to me... being with them... makes me forget all the tragedy... thank you... thank you all," he said, his voice breaking with emotion, his eyes on my wife her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her wide hips her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
My wife felt emotional, tears filling her large dark eyes, her boobs rising and falling, nipples hard over the kurti top, her cheeks flushed, she began crying softly, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings, her plump ass cheeks round and firm.
"Sir... do not cry... we are here for you... we will help you... always," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion, tears slipping down her cheeks, her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the emotional weight without her fully understanding.
The four boys looked at her, their eyes full of admiration, their cocks still half hard in their trousers, staring at her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, the classroom quiet except for my wife’s soft crying and Giridhar Sir’s emotional breathing.
I stayed at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife crying with sympathy for Giridhar Sir, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her ass cheeks shifting, the boys staring, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as the class continued.
Giridhar Sir sighed heavily, his body sagging slightly, his cock soft inside his trousers, cum soaking the trousers.
"I am tired after cumming... no class today... we will continue tomorrow," Giridhar Sir said, his voice exhausted but warm, his eyes on my wife her boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top her wide hips her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
The four boys laughed softly, their cocks soft in their trousers, their eyes on my wife’s boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
"Sir... we are tired after cumming watching you and Sudha sir," Arjun said, laughing, the other boys joining in, their voices light, their eyes sparkling with playful mischief.
My wife’s cheeks turned bright red, her boobs rising with a quick breath nipples hard over the black kurti top her large dark eyes wide with surprise.
"Wait... what happened?" she asked innocently, her voice trembling with confusion, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings, her plump ass cheeks round and firm.
Giridhar Sir looked at her, his face flushed, his voice gentle.
"Sudha... the boys... they were jerking off watching us... and they came," he said softly, his eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, his voice full of gratitude.
My wife’s cheeks burned redder, her boobs heaving, nipples hard over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide, but a playful smile curved her full red lips.
She laughed softly, her boobs bouncing nipples hard over the kurti top, her wide hips swaying, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the red leggings, and she began playfully chasing the boys all over the classroom, her thick juicy thighs pumping, her ass cheeks jiggling wildly, her boobs bouncing heavily nipples hard over the kurti top, her laughter ringing out innocently.
"You naughty boys... come here... I will catch you," she said playfully, her voice light and teasing, her large dark eyes sparkling, her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the playful chase without her fully understanding.
The boys laughed, running around the desks, dodging her, their cocks soft in their trousers, their eyes on her boobs bouncing, her ass cheeks jiggling, her thick juicy thighs pumping.
Giridhar Sir watched, his face lighting up, a loud laugh escaping him for the first time in months, his voice deep and joyful, tears of happiness in his eyes, his body relaxed, his cock soft inside his trousers.
My wife and the boys heard his loud laugh, they stopped running, turning to look at him, their faces full of admiration, my wife’s boobs heaving nipples hard over the kurti top, her cheeks flushed, her large dark eyes shining with joy.
Giridhar Sir looked at them, his eyes full of emotion, his voice trembling.
"I have never laughed like this in a while... thank you... thank you all... you made me laugh again," he said, his voice breaking with gratitude, tears slipping down his cheeks, his smile wide and genuine.
My wife smiled warmly, her boobs rising and falling nipples hard over the kurti top, her voice soft and kind.
"Keep smiling sir... your smile is beautiful... we want to see it always," she said innocently, her large dark eyes full of compassion, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings, her plump ass cheeks round and firm.
Giridhar Sir looked at her and the boys, his eyes shining with emotion.
"Thank you... thank you all... you have no idea how much this means to me," he said emotionally, his voice thick with gratitude, tears in his eyes, his face relaxed and happy.
The bell rang, the sound echoing through the classroom, signaling the end of the period.
My wife and the boys smiled at each other, their eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, the sexual tension still lingering, but now mixed with warmth and gratitude.
I stayed at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife playfully chasing the boys, making Giridhar Sir laugh loudly, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard over the kurti top, her ass cheeks jiggling, the boys cumming earlier, Giridhar Sir cumming in his trousers, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as the class ended.
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