22-02-2026, 04:22 AM
After that I started getting busy with my house construction. I was happily building the 5th and 6th floor, supervising workers, buying materials, planning the finishing touches, my mind often drifting to my wife during the day. As usual I began dropping her at college in the morning and picking her up in the evening, her boobs bouncing over her kurti top as she climbed onto the bike, her wide hips swaying, her plump ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together when she sat behind me, her arms wrapped around my waist.
It was just 3 months for her college to get over, and she was in the final semester. Every day I watched her leave for class, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes shining with innocent excitement, completely unaware of the storm inside me—the jealousy, the guilt, the filthy arousal that never left. I drove her to college, kissed her goodbye, watched her walk away, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving, then spent the day at the construction site, my cock half hard thinking of her with Giridhar Sir and the boys, wondering what happened in class while I was away.
In the evenings I picked her up, her cheeks flushed from the day, her boobs heaving over the kurti top as she climbed on the bike, telling me small innocent things about classes, her voice soft and happy. I listened, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, the ride home filled with tension, knowing soon she would undress and confess more, her words pushing me to fuck her possessively, reclaiming her while the images of their hands, their cocks, burned in my mind.
My balls ached constantly now, the mix of love, rage, shame, and lust twisting inside me every day, stronger with each passing week as her final semester moved closer to the end.
After that I started getting busy with my house construction. I was happily building the 5th and 6th floor, supervising workers, buying materials, planning the finishing touches, my mood light and excited as the building took shape. As usual I began dropping my wife at college in the morning and picking her up in the evening, her boobs bouncing over her kurti top as she climbed onto the bike, her wide hips swaying, her plump ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together when she sat behind me, her arms wrapped around my waist.
It was just 3 months for her college to get over, and she was in the final semester. Every day I watched her leave for class, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes shining with innocent excitement, completely unaware of the storm inside me—the jealousy, the guilt, the filthy arousal that never left. I drove her to college, kissed her goodbye, watched her walk away, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving, then spent the day at the construction site, my cock half hard thinking of her with Giridhar Sir and the boys, wondering what happened in class while I was away.
One day when I took my wife to college and while returning home with her, she realized she left her phone in the classroom, her cheeks flushed with worry, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
"Rajesh... my phone... I left it in the classroom... I am sorry," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips tighter, her plump ass cheeks jiggling on the seat as we rode.
I dropped her home, kissed her forehead, told her I would go back and get it, my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum as I rode back to college alone, the memory of her hugging Giridhar Sir, her thigh rubbing his cock, him cumming in his trousers, the boys jerking off watching her still burning in my mind.
I reached the college, parked the bike, walked quietly to her classroom, the corridor dim and empty. As I approached the door I heard low voices inside — Giridhar Sir and the four boys Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik discussing my wife.
Giridhar Sir spoke first, his voice low and frustrated.
"I can't focus on taking class anymore... my concentration is only on Sudha... her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top... her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings... her thick thighs rubbing together... every time she enters the class... I lose my mind... I want her so badly," he said, his cock probably hardening in his trousers as he spoke.
Arjun nodded, his voice thick with lust.
"Sir... we can't focus on studies because of Sudha... her boobs bouncing... her ass cheeks round... her thighs... we stare at her all class... our cocks get hard... we can't think of anything else," he said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
Vikram added, his voice low and urgent.
"We have to fuck Sudha at any cost... but the problem is she won't cross the line... she strokes our cocks over underwear... teases us... but no more... she says we are like brothers... we need to break her... make her take our cocks," he said, his cock hard and leaking.
Suresh agreed, his voice desperate.
"Yes... we need to fuck her... feel her pussy around our cocks... but she stops us... says it's wrong... we have to find a way... we can't wait anymore," he said, his cock throbbing painfully.
Karthik whispered, his voice shaking with need.
"We have to fuck Sudha... her boobs... her ass cheeks... her pussy... but she draws the line... we need to push her... make her cross it... we want her so bad," he said, his cock making a huge boner in his trousers.
I stood outside the door, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sound of them confessing their lust for my wife, their plan to fuck her, their frustration that she wouldn't cross the line, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I listened, heart pounding, unable to move.
Their desperation, the way Giridhar Sir and the boys confessed they couldn't focus on anything but my wife, how they wanted her so badly but she wouldn't cross the line, made me feel a strange heat inside. My cock throbbed painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum as I stood outside the door, the thrill of their longing for her, their frustration that she only allowed hugs, kisses, and light touches but nothing more, twisted in my mind. Strangely, a dark part of me wanted to help them—wanted to see them get closer to her, watch her kindness open doors she didn't see, and witness it all while I stayed in the shadows. The jealousy burned, but the arousal burned hotter, the idea of her innocence slowly bending made my balls ache with need.
The moment they saw me at the door, they started to act normal, their faces paling, their cocks still hard in their trousers, trying to hide the tension, their breathing still heavy from the confession.
I stepped inside casually, holding up her phone.
"My wife left her phone... I came to pick it up," I said calmly, my voice steady, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti from overhearing their words about wanting her, their plan to push past her line, the cuckold thrill exploding inside me, my balls aching as I looked at them, their nervous faces, their cocks twitching.
Giridhar Sir looked at me, his eyes still dark with longing, his cock probably still hard in his trousers from talking about my wife, his voice casual but thick with envy.
"Rajesh... you dropped Sudha home safe?" he asked, his eyes flicking to her phone, then back to me, his mind clearly still on her.
"Yes... I dropped her home," I said, my cock throbbing harder as I answered, the image of her changing at home flashing in my mind.
Giridhar Sir leaned forward slightly, his voice low, bold after talking about my wife with the boys.
"What would Sudha be doing now?" he asked, his eyes dark, his cock probably throbbing in his trousers, the jealousy clear in his tone.
I smiled casually, my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti, the thought of describing her to him making me hornier.
"She would be changing... pulling her kurti top up slowly... sliding it over her hips... then peeling it off... then tugging her leggings down her hips... peeling them off her thighs... then unhooking her bra from behind... removing her bra... then removing her panties down her hips... peeling them off her thighs... then putting on her nighty... getting ready for bed," I said casually, my voice steady, watching their faces change, their breathing getting heavier, Giridhar Sir’s eyes darkening with longing, the boys shifting uncomfortably, their cocks throbbing in their trousers.
Giridhar Sir stared at me, his cock visibly hardening in his trousers, his voice jealous and bold.
"You are going home to make love to her... aren't you? To hold her close... kiss her deeply... feel her body pressed against yours... take her to bed... make her moan your name... feel her warmth around you all night?" he asked, his tone thick with envy, his eyes burning, his breathing heavier, his words slow and deliberate, each one dripping with barely hidden longing.
"Of course... I am going home to be with her... to love her... to hold her... to make her happy," I said casually, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, the words making all of them shift, their cocks jerking.
Giridhar Sir looked at me, his jealousy raw and open, his voice trembling with emotion.
"I am so jealous of you, Rajesh... so damn jealous... you get to go home to Sudha every single night... you get to hold her... kiss her... feel her body melt against yours... hear her soft breaths when you touch her... feel her heart beat fast for you... you get to be inside her... make her moan... make her yours completely... you are the luckiest man alive... I wish... I wish I could trade places with you... even for one night... to live as Sudha’s husband... to be the one she waits for... the one she opens herself to... the one she gives everything to... just one day... to feel what you feel... to have her look at me the way she looks at you... to have her body... her heart... all mine... even once," he said, his voice thick with longing and pain, his cock hard and throbbing in his trousers, his hands clenched at his sides, the boys nodding silently, their cocks straining, their eyes dark with the same desperate envy.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of Giridhar Sir openly confessing his deep jealousy, his aching desire to be me, to take my place, to love my wife, to have her body and heart, the boys listening with hard cocks, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I turned and left with her phone, heart pounding, mind spinning with the dark thrill of their desire for her.
I looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys, my cock still throbbing inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the air in the classroom thick with their unspoken desire for my wife. I spoke casually, my voice calm but probing.
"My wife is so close to you all... you are all so friendly with her... did you never try to make love to her?" I asked, watching their faces closely.
They froze, shocked, their cocks twitching in their trousers, eyes wide, faces paling as they tried to control themselves.
Giridhar Sir swallowed hard, his voice steady but strained.
"Rajesh... I am only friendly with Sudha... she is my student... I respect her... I would never try anything... I only care for her as a teacher," he said, his eyes avoiding mine, his cock probably still hard in his trousers.
Arjun nodded quickly, his voice nervous.
"Yes sir... Sudha akka is like our elder sister... we only respect her... nothing more," he said, the others nodding in agreement, their cocks straining, their faces flushed.
I smiled, teasing them, my cock throbbing harder.
"Oh... sorry... I thought you all wanted to fuck my wife... I thought maybe I could help," I said casually, watching their eyes widen, their breathing catch.
The words hit them like a shock. Giridhar Sir and the boys looked at each other, then fell on their knees in front of me, grabbing my legs, their voices desperate and pleading.
Giridhar Sir begged first, his hands clutching my dhoti, his voice shaking.
"Rajesh... please... help us... we want to fuck Sudha so badly... please help us... we can't take it anymore... please," he said, tears in his eyes, his cock hard and throbbing in his trousers.
The boys joined in, grabbing my legs, their voices overlapping in frantic pleas.
"Please sir... help us fuck Sudha akka... we need her... please... we beg you," Arjun said, his voice breaking.
"We will do anything... just help us... please," Vikram begged.
"Sir... please... we can't live without her... help us," Suresh pleaded.
"Please... we respect you... help us fuck her... please," Karthik whispered, his hands shaking on my leg.
I laughed softly, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, the sight of them on their knees, begging to fuck my wife, driving me wild with filthy excitement.
"I am okay with you all fucking my wife... I have no problem... you can fuck her... but my wife will not let you... she is loyal to me... she won't allow your cocks inside her pussy... it's up to you how to make it happen... but listen carefully... if any of you try to be violent with her... if you force her... hurt her... I will kill you... understand?" I said clearly, my voice cold and serious, watching their faces pale with fear.
Giridhar Sir nodded quickly, his voice trembling.
"We would never hurt Sudha... never... we love her... we respect her... we would never force her... please believe us... we only want her with love," he said, his eyes wide, his cock still hard in his trousers.
The boys nodded frantically, their voices overlapping.
"We promise sir... no violence... we would never hurt akka... we love her... please help us," they begged.
I looked down at them, my cock throbbing painfully, the power of the moment making my balls ache.
"It's up to you to plan and fuck my wife... I have no problem... but it's not easy... my wife will not allow it... she is loyal... she draws her line... you have to find a way... good luck," I said casually, turning and leaving the classroom, my cock hard and leaking, heart pounding with the dark thrill of giving them permission, knowing they would try, my mind spinning with jealousy and filthy excitement as I walked away.
Next day I dropped my wife at college as usual. The parking lot was dark and empty early in the morning, no one around. My wife climbed off the bike, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her wide hips shifting, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she stood.
She looked around carefully, making sure no one was watching, then slipped both hands inside her leggings from the front, her fingers moving under the waistband of her panties, pulling and easing the panties back into place over her pussy lips and ass crack.
"Rajesh... my panties got caught again... it was uncomfortable all the way from home till here," she said softly, her cheeks flushing, her large dark eyes looking at me with slight embarrassment.
She continued, her voice low and detailed as she adjusted, her hands still inside her leggings, fingers sliding along the edges of her panties.
"When we left our house and I sat behind you on the bike... pillion riding... right from the start... every time we went over road ups and downs... bumps... my panties started shifting... slowly getting pulled up... the crotch part got wedged between my pussy lips and ass crack... rubbing against my pussy lips... my clit... and deep in my ass crack... making it tight and uncomfortable... with every bump on the way... it pulled higher... dug in more... the front part pressed hard on my clit... sending little jolts every time the bike bounced... the back part rode up between my ass cheeks... pinching my asshole... tugging at my ass crack... I felt it rubbing raw... irritating... every jolt made it worse... the panties fabric kept bunching... pulling tighter... rubbing my pussy lips and ass crack with every movement... I kept feeling the constant friction... the pinching... the wedging... it was so awkward... I had to keep shifting my hips the whole ride... trying to ease it... but it only made it tug more... I felt it the entire way till we reached here," she whispered, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her thick juicy thighs pressing together as she eased her panties back down properly, her fingers sliding under the leggings, adjusting the panties crotch so it sat flat over her pussy lips and ass crack again.
On the other side of the dark grilled compound, an old beggar was watching from the shadows, hidden behind the bars, his hand inside his dirty trousers, stroking his hard cock slowly, eyes fixed on my wife as she adjusted her panties inside her leggings, his breathing heavy, his cock throbbing in his hand, jerking faster as he watched her hands move inside her leggings, her boobs heaving, her ass cheeks shifting, completely unaware of him.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife adjusting her panties in the parking lot, describing how they got caught in her pussy lips and ass crack during the ride from home till here, the old beggar watching and jerking off, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding.
"Your panties are lucky... they get to kiss your pussy lips and ass crack all day... touch those places... many men would want to be your panties... to be that close... to feel you like that," I said, my voice low and naughty, my cock throbbing harder inside my dhoti, my eyes on her hands inside her leggings.
My wife pulled her hands out, smoothing her leggings over her hips, her cheeks flushing deeper, a naughty smile curving her full red lips, her large dark eyes sparkling with playful mischief.
"Rajesh... you are bad... but yes... my panties get to be so close... kiss my pussy lips... hug my ass crack... touch my clit... many men would love that... but it's you I want... you are what I need... your hands... your touch... your love," she whispered, her voice teasing and soft, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she stepped closer, her naughty smile making my cock leak more precum.
"But now I am getting late to class... I have to go," she said, kissing my lips quickly, her full red lips soft against mine, her boobs pressing against my chest through her kurti top, then turning and walking away, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step.
The old beggar watched my wife take the stairs, his eyes fixed on her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, his hand stroking his hard cock faster, jerking off desperately as he watched her plump ass cheeks move up the stairs, her thick juicy thighs shifting, until she disappeared from view, his cock throbbing in his hand, his breathing ragged.
The moment my wife left, Giridhar Sir and the boys, who were hiding nearby, gestured to me and came out, their faces flushed, their cocks still hard in their trousers, taking me inside another empty classroom, closing the door behind us.
Giridhar Sir looked at me, his eyes dark with lust, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Rajesh... what did you mean yesterday... you could help us?" he asked, his voice low and urgent, the boys nodding eagerly, their cocks straining.
I smiled, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, the thrill of their desperation making me horny.
"I meant it... I can help you all... with Sudha," I said casually, watching their eyes widen.
The boys gasped, their cocks jerking in their trousers.
"Please sir... how... we want her so badly," Arjun whispered, his voice trembling.
"We will do anything... just help us," Vikram begged.
Arjun looked up at me, his eyes shining with sudden hope, his cock still hard in his trousers.
"Sir... I have a plan... I know how we can make Sudha akka let us... how we can fuck her... please... let me explain... we can do this... trust me," he said eagerly, his voice low and excited.
I smiled, my cock throbbing painfully, the power of the moment making my balls ache.
"Tell me the plan... but remember... no violence... she must want it... or it doesn't happen," I said, watching their eyes light up, their cocks straining.
Arjun nodded quickly, the others leaning in, the classroom silent except for their heavy breathing.
"Yes sir... no violence... we will make her want it... I promise... just listen," Arjun said, his voice trembling with anticipation.
Inside the empty classroom, Arjun stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement, his cock still hard in his trousers from the earlier begging.
"Sir... my plan is simple... since I am a movie assistant director... we can make a short film... in the name of making a short film... we can fuck Sudha akka," Arjun said, his voice low and confident.
The boys nodded eagerly, their cocks throbbing in their trousers.
"Good idea... perfect," Vikram whispered.
"Yes... short film... we can do it," Suresh added, his cock straining.
"Brilliant... she will never suspect," Karthik said, his voice excited.
Giridhar Sir looked at Arjun, his cock hard in his trousers, his voice uncertain.
"Would it work? Sudha is smart... she won't agree easily," he asked, his eyes dark with doubt.
I looked at Giridhar Sir, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, my voice calm.
"Nothing wrong in trying... we can see... if it doesn't work... we stop... but we have to start," I said, watching their faces light up.
Arjun nodded quickly, turning to Giridhar Sir.
"Sir... you tell Sudha akka exactly what I say... announce in the class when she is there... tell her that our Principal has announced that we have to make a short film about education... all five of us... and you... should do it compulsory... if we don’t make the short film... he would not give marks... her three years will be wasted... threaten her... scare her into acting in the short film... tell her if she does not act... her marks will be zero... she will fail," Arjun said, his voice urgent.
Giridhar Sir hesitated, his cock throbbing, his voice nervous.
"But... the story about education... how will we fuck her with education as the story?" he asked.
Arjun smiled, his cock jerking in his trousers.
"I have a story... it's simple... a village girl gets cheated in the name of love... gets fucked by one or more men... they use her and leave... then she realizes the importance of education... goes to evening college... studies well... attends classes every night after hard days... reads books late... passes exams with high marks... becomes an IAS officer... serves the country... helps people... sets an example for all the women who were cheated in the name of love... shows them to stand up... educate themselves... be independent... that's the message," Arjun said, his voice excited.
The boys started cheering for Arjun, their cocks throbbing, their voices low but thrilled.
"Great story... perfect... we can fuck her in the name of acting," Vikram whispered.
"Yes... brilliant... she will agree," Suresh said.
"Education theme... no one will suspect," Karthik added.
Giridhar Sir looked nervous, his cock still hard.
"Will she agree? Sudha is loyal... she won't let us fuck her," he said, his voice shaky.
One of the boys looked at me, his cock straining.
"Sir... you should help... convince her," he said.
I smiled, my cock throbbing painfully.
"I will try... but you have to convince her... she won't agree to get fucked... it will be challenging... she is loyal... she draws her line... you have to make her cross it," I said.
Arjun nodded, his cock throbbing.
"My director has fucked a lot of Tamil girls in the name of audition... teaching them how to act... he has tricks... I will do exactly what he does... we will make her feel it is part of acting... part of the story... we will fuck her... she will enjoy it," Arjun said, his voice confident.
Giridhar Sir was still nervous, his cock hard.
"Will it work? What if she refuses?" he asked.
Arjun smiled, his cock jerking.
"I will bring the cameraman I worked with in the previous movie... he has his own tricks... he will join in and help us... but he will also try to fuck Sudha akka... he will want her too," Arjun said, looking at me strictly.
I did not say a word, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the thought of the cameraman also wanting to fuck my wife making me hornier.
I looked at Giridhar Sir, my voice calm.
"First do the announcement... scare Sudha into agreeing to act in the short film... threaten her that her three years will be wasted... no marks... she will fail... then make Arjun narrate the story... she will agree... then we see," I said.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing, his voice trembling.
"Okay... I will do the announcement... scare her... then Arjun will tell the story... we will see," he said.
They agreed, their cocks straining, their eyes dark with lust, and they went to the classroom, ready to start the plan.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully, leaking precum, the thought of Giridhar Sir announcing the short film, scaring my wife, Arjun narrating the story of her getting fucked in the name of education, the boys and cameraman planning to fuck her, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I waited for what would happen next.
Giridhar Sir sent the boys to the classroom first.
"Go to the class... sit normally... Sudha should not get suspicious that we were all together discussing something... I will come with Rajesh in a minute," Giridhar Sir said, his voice low, his cock still hard in his trousers.
The boys nodded, their cocks straining, and left the empty classroom, walking to the main class where my wife was waiting, acting like nothing happened.
After the boys left, Giridhar Sir looked at me, his eyes dark with desperation, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Rajesh... are you really okay with me and the boys fucking Sudha? Truly?" he asked again, his voice trembling, his breathing heavy.
I looked at him, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, leaking precum.
"On my side... it's okay... I have no problem... but convincing Sudha is up to you... she is loyal... she won't allow it easily... you have to make her want it," I said calmly, watching his face light up with hope and lust.
Giridhar Sir stepped closer, his voice desperate, emotional.
"I love Sudha... I love her so much... every day I see her... her smile... her kindness... her beauty... I can't sleep... I think of her... her boobs... her ass cheeks... her thighs... I want her... I need her... I want to hold her... kiss her... be inside her... feel her pussy around my cock... make her moan my name... I am desperate for her... please... help me... help us... I can't live without her," he said, his voice breaking, tears in his eyes, his cock hard and throbbing in his trousers.
Then he looked at me, his desperation peaking.
"Rajesh... can I marry Sudha? Please... let me marry her... I will take care of her... love her forever... be her husband... please... I beg you," he pleaded, his voice cracking, falling to his knees again, grabbing my legs.
I looked down at him, my cock throbbing violently.
"No... she is my wife... I will not let you marry her... she is mine," I said firmly, my voice cold.
Giridhar Sir bowed his head, tears falling, his voice soft and apologetic.
"I am sorry... I was wrong... forgive me... I shouldn't have asked... I just... I love her... but she is yours... I understand... I will never ask again," he whispered, standing up slowly, wiping his tears, his cock still hard in his trousers.
He turned and walked back to the classroom, his steps heavy, his mind full of longing for my wife.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of Giridhar Sir desperately confessing his love for my wife, begging to marry her, then apologizing, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I waited for the announcement, heart pounding, mind spinning with the dark thrill of what was coming next.
Giridhar Sir entered the classroom, his cock still hard in his trousers from the earlier conversation, his face serious but eyes dark with hidden lust. My wife was seated in the front row, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her wide hips shifting on the chair, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she waited for class to start, her large dark eyes innocent and attentive.
The boys were already seated, acting normal, their cocks straining in their trousers, eyes flicking to my wife’s boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
I stood at the window in the dark, hidden outside, peering through the glass, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum as I watched.
Giridhar Sir stood at the front, clearing his throat, his voice firm and authoritative.
"Students... listen carefully... the Principal has given a new compulsory project for our class... we have to make a short film about the importance of women's education... all of you... Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, Karthik, and Sudha... and I... must participate... no one can refuse... it is mandatory... if we do not complete this short film properly... the Principal will not give marks for the semester... your three years of hard work will be wasted... you will get zero marks... no hall tickets... no degree... you will fail... this is urgent... we have to submit the short film in 2 days... no excuses... Arjun... you are the assistant director... how long will it take to write the script?" he asked, looking at Arjun, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
Arjun stood up, his cock straining in his trousers, his voice confident.
"Sir... I already have a story... I will convert it according to the importance of women's education... it won't take long... I can prepare the script in just one hour... by the end of the class," Arjun said, his eyes flicking to my wife.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing harder.
"Brilliant... one hour is fine... start writing now... we have no time... the Principal is serious... this short film must be completed in 2 days... it is about empowering women through education... showing how education changes lives... makes them independent... strong... we must make it powerful... Sudha... you will be the lead... be ready... everyone must cooperate... no excuses," he said, his voice grave, his eyes on my wife, watching her nod nervously, her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife and the boys listened attentively, my wife’s large dark eyes wide with worry, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, the boys nodding, their cocks hard in their trousers, pretending to be serious.
Arjun immediately sat down, pulling out a notebook, pretending to start writing the script, his cock throbbing as he glanced at my wife.
Giridhar Sir continued, his voice emphasizing the importance.
"This short film is crucial... it will show how women's education is the key to strength... independence... success... we must do it perfectly... or we all fail... start working... time is short," he said, pacing the front, his cock hard in his trousers.
I stood at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of Giridhar Sir announcing the short film, scaring the class into agreeing, Arjun pretending to write the script, my wife listening nervously, the boys waiting eagerly, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding, waiting for the next step.
It was just 3 months for her college to get over, and she was in the final semester. Every day I watched her leave for class, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes shining with innocent excitement, completely unaware of the storm inside me—the jealousy, the guilt, the filthy arousal that never left. I drove her to college, kissed her goodbye, watched her walk away, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving, then spent the day at the construction site, my cock half hard thinking of her with Giridhar Sir and the boys, wondering what happened in class while I was away.
In the evenings I picked her up, her cheeks flushed from the day, her boobs heaving over the kurti top as she climbed on the bike, telling me small innocent things about classes, her voice soft and happy. I listened, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, the ride home filled with tension, knowing soon she would undress and confess more, her words pushing me to fuck her possessively, reclaiming her while the images of their hands, their cocks, burned in my mind.
My balls ached constantly now, the mix of love, rage, shame, and lust twisting inside me every day, stronger with each passing week as her final semester moved closer to the end.
After that I started getting busy with my house construction. I was happily building the 5th and 6th floor, supervising workers, buying materials, planning the finishing touches, my mood light and excited as the building took shape. As usual I began dropping my wife at college in the morning and picking her up in the evening, her boobs bouncing over her kurti top as she climbed onto the bike, her wide hips swaying, her plump ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together when she sat behind me, her arms wrapped around my waist.
It was just 3 months for her college to get over, and she was in the final semester. Every day I watched her leave for class, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes shining with innocent excitement, completely unaware of the storm inside me—the jealousy, the guilt, the filthy arousal that never left. I drove her to college, kissed her goodbye, watched her walk away, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving, then spent the day at the construction site, my cock half hard thinking of her with Giridhar Sir and the boys, wondering what happened in class while I was away.
One day when I took my wife to college and while returning home with her, she realized she left her phone in the classroom, her cheeks flushed with worry, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
"Rajesh... my phone... I left it in the classroom... I am sorry," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips tighter, her plump ass cheeks jiggling on the seat as we rode.
I dropped her home, kissed her forehead, told her I would go back and get it, my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum as I rode back to college alone, the memory of her hugging Giridhar Sir, her thigh rubbing his cock, him cumming in his trousers, the boys jerking off watching her still burning in my mind.
I reached the college, parked the bike, walked quietly to her classroom, the corridor dim and empty. As I approached the door I heard low voices inside — Giridhar Sir and the four boys Arjun Vikram Suresh and Karthik discussing my wife.
Giridhar Sir spoke first, his voice low and frustrated.
"I can't focus on taking class anymore... my concentration is only on Sudha... her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top... her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings... her thick thighs rubbing together... every time she enters the class... I lose my mind... I want her so badly," he said, his cock probably hardening in his trousers as he spoke.
Arjun nodded, his voice thick with lust.
"Sir... we can't focus on studies because of Sudha... her boobs bouncing... her ass cheeks round... her thighs... we stare at her all class... our cocks get hard... we can't think of anything else," he said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
Vikram added, his voice low and urgent.
"We have to fuck Sudha at any cost... but the problem is she won't cross the line... she strokes our cocks over underwear... teases us... but no more... she says we are like brothers... we need to break her... make her take our cocks," he said, his cock hard and leaking.
Suresh agreed, his voice desperate.
"Yes... we need to fuck her... feel her pussy around our cocks... but she stops us... says it's wrong... we have to find a way... we can't wait anymore," he said, his cock throbbing painfully.
Karthik whispered, his voice shaking with need.
"We have to fuck Sudha... her boobs... her ass cheeks... her pussy... but she draws the line... we need to push her... make her cross it... we want her so bad," he said, his cock making a huge boner in his trousers.
I stood outside the door, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sound of them confessing their lust for my wife, their plan to fuck her, their frustration that she wouldn't cross the line, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I listened, heart pounding, unable to move.
Their desperation, the way Giridhar Sir and the boys confessed they couldn't focus on anything but my wife, how they wanted her so badly but she wouldn't cross the line, made me feel a strange heat inside. My cock throbbed painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum as I stood outside the door, the thrill of their longing for her, their frustration that she only allowed hugs, kisses, and light touches but nothing more, twisted in my mind. Strangely, a dark part of me wanted to help them—wanted to see them get closer to her, watch her kindness open doors she didn't see, and witness it all while I stayed in the shadows. The jealousy burned, but the arousal burned hotter, the idea of her innocence slowly bending made my balls ache with need.
The moment they saw me at the door, they started to act normal, their faces paling, their cocks still hard in their trousers, trying to hide the tension, their breathing still heavy from the confession.
I stepped inside casually, holding up her phone.
"My wife left her phone... I came to pick it up," I said calmly, my voice steady, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti from overhearing their words about wanting her, their plan to push past her line, the cuckold thrill exploding inside me, my balls aching as I looked at them, their nervous faces, their cocks twitching.
Giridhar Sir looked at me, his eyes still dark with longing, his cock probably still hard in his trousers from talking about my wife, his voice casual but thick with envy.
"Rajesh... you dropped Sudha home safe?" he asked, his eyes flicking to her phone, then back to me, his mind clearly still on her.
"Yes... I dropped her home," I said, my cock throbbing harder as I answered, the image of her changing at home flashing in my mind.
Giridhar Sir leaned forward slightly, his voice low, bold after talking about my wife with the boys.
"What would Sudha be doing now?" he asked, his eyes dark, his cock probably throbbing in his trousers, the jealousy clear in his tone.
I smiled casually, my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti, the thought of describing her to him making me hornier.
"She would be changing... pulling her kurti top up slowly... sliding it over her hips... then peeling it off... then tugging her leggings down her hips... peeling them off her thighs... then unhooking her bra from behind... removing her bra... then removing her panties down her hips... peeling them off her thighs... then putting on her nighty... getting ready for bed," I said casually, my voice steady, watching their faces change, their breathing getting heavier, Giridhar Sir’s eyes darkening with longing, the boys shifting uncomfortably, their cocks throbbing in their trousers.
Giridhar Sir stared at me, his cock visibly hardening in his trousers, his voice jealous and bold.
"You are going home to make love to her... aren't you? To hold her close... kiss her deeply... feel her body pressed against yours... take her to bed... make her moan your name... feel her warmth around you all night?" he asked, his tone thick with envy, his eyes burning, his breathing heavier, his words slow and deliberate, each one dripping with barely hidden longing.
"Of course... I am going home to be with her... to love her... to hold her... to make her happy," I said casually, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, the words making all of them shift, their cocks jerking.
Giridhar Sir looked at me, his jealousy raw and open, his voice trembling with emotion.
"I am so jealous of you, Rajesh... so damn jealous... you get to go home to Sudha every single night... you get to hold her... kiss her... feel her body melt against yours... hear her soft breaths when you touch her... feel her heart beat fast for you... you get to be inside her... make her moan... make her yours completely... you are the luckiest man alive... I wish... I wish I could trade places with you... even for one night... to live as Sudha’s husband... to be the one she waits for... the one she opens herself to... the one she gives everything to... just one day... to feel what you feel... to have her look at me the way she looks at you... to have her body... her heart... all mine... even once," he said, his voice thick with longing and pain, his cock hard and throbbing in his trousers, his hands clenched at his sides, the boys nodding silently, their cocks straining, their eyes dark with the same desperate envy.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of Giridhar Sir openly confessing his deep jealousy, his aching desire to be me, to take my place, to love my wife, to have her body and heart, the boys listening with hard cocks, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I turned and left with her phone, heart pounding, mind spinning with the dark thrill of their desire for her.
I looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys, my cock still throbbing inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the air in the classroom thick with their unspoken desire for my wife. I spoke casually, my voice calm but probing.
"My wife is so close to you all... you are all so friendly with her... did you never try to make love to her?" I asked, watching their faces closely.
They froze, shocked, their cocks twitching in their trousers, eyes wide, faces paling as they tried to control themselves.
Giridhar Sir swallowed hard, his voice steady but strained.
"Rajesh... I am only friendly with Sudha... she is my student... I respect her... I would never try anything... I only care for her as a teacher," he said, his eyes avoiding mine, his cock probably still hard in his trousers.
Arjun nodded quickly, his voice nervous.
"Yes sir... Sudha akka is like our elder sister... we only respect her... nothing more," he said, the others nodding in agreement, their cocks straining, their faces flushed.
I smiled, teasing them, my cock throbbing harder.
"Oh... sorry... I thought you all wanted to fuck my wife... I thought maybe I could help," I said casually, watching their eyes widen, their breathing catch.
The words hit them like a shock. Giridhar Sir and the boys looked at each other, then fell on their knees in front of me, grabbing my legs, their voices desperate and pleading.
Giridhar Sir begged first, his hands clutching my dhoti, his voice shaking.
"Rajesh... please... help us... we want to fuck Sudha so badly... please help us... we can't take it anymore... please," he said, tears in his eyes, his cock hard and throbbing in his trousers.
The boys joined in, grabbing my legs, their voices overlapping in frantic pleas.
"Please sir... help us fuck Sudha akka... we need her... please... we beg you," Arjun said, his voice breaking.
"We will do anything... just help us... please," Vikram begged.
"Sir... please... we can't live without her... help us," Suresh pleaded.
"Please... we respect you... help us fuck her... please," Karthik whispered, his hands shaking on my leg.
I laughed softly, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, the sight of them on their knees, begging to fuck my wife, driving me wild with filthy excitement.
"I am okay with you all fucking my wife... I have no problem... you can fuck her... but my wife will not let you... she is loyal to me... she won't allow your cocks inside her pussy... it's up to you how to make it happen... but listen carefully... if any of you try to be violent with her... if you force her... hurt her... I will kill you... understand?" I said clearly, my voice cold and serious, watching their faces pale with fear.
Giridhar Sir nodded quickly, his voice trembling.
"We would never hurt Sudha... never... we love her... we respect her... we would never force her... please believe us... we only want her with love," he said, his eyes wide, his cock still hard in his trousers.
The boys nodded frantically, their voices overlapping.
"We promise sir... no violence... we would never hurt akka... we love her... please help us," they begged.
I looked down at them, my cock throbbing painfully, the power of the moment making my balls ache.
"It's up to you to plan and fuck my wife... I have no problem... but it's not easy... my wife will not allow it... she is loyal... she draws her line... you have to find a way... good luck," I said casually, turning and leaving the classroom, my cock hard and leaking, heart pounding with the dark thrill of giving them permission, knowing they would try, my mind spinning with jealousy and filthy excitement as I walked away.
Next day I dropped my wife at college as usual. The parking lot was dark and empty early in the morning, no one around. My wife climbed off the bike, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her wide hips shifting, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she stood.
She looked around carefully, making sure no one was watching, then slipped both hands inside her leggings from the front, her fingers moving under the waistband of her panties, pulling and easing the panties back into place over her pussy lips and ass crack.
"Rajesh... my panties got caught again... it was uncomfortable all the way from home till here," she said softly, her cheeks flushing, her large dark eyes looking at me with slight embarrassment.
She continued, her voice low and detailed as she adjusted, her hands still inside her leggings, fingers sliding along the edges of her panties.
"When we left our house and I sat behind you on the bike... pillion riding... right from the start... every time we went over road ups and downs... bumps... my panties started shifting... slowly getting pulled up... the crotch part got wedged between my pussy lips and ass crack... rubbing against my pussy lips... my clit... and deep in my ass crack... making it tight and uncomfortable... with every bump on the way... it pulled higher... dug in more... the front part pressed hard on my clit... sending little jolts every time the bike bounced... the back part rode up between my ass cheeks... pinching my asshole... tugging at my ass crack... I felt it rubbing raw... irritating... every jolt made it worse... the panties fabric kept bunching... pulling tighter... rubbing my pussy lips and ass crack with every movement... I kept feeling the constant friction... the pinching... the wedging... it was so awkward... I had to keep shifting my hips the whole ride... trying to ease it... but it only made it tug more... I felt it the entire way till we reached here," she whispered, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her thick juicy thighs pressing together as she eased her panties back down properly, her fingers sliding under the leggings, adjusting the panties crotch so it sat flat over her pussy lips and ass crack again.
On the other side of the dark grilled compound, an old beggar was watching from the shadows, hidden behind the bars, his hand inside his dirty trousers, stroking his hard cock slowly, eyes fixed on my wife as she adjusted her panties inside her leggings, his breathing heavy, his cock throbbing in his hand, jerking faster as he watched her hands move inside her leggings, her boobs heaving, her ass cheeks shifting, completely unaware of him.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife adjusting her panties in the parking lot, describing how they got caught in her pussy lips and ass crack during the ride from home till here, the old beggar watching and jerking off, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding.
"Your panties are lucky... they get to kiss your pussy lips and ass crack all day... touch those places... many men would want to be your panties... to be that close... to feel you like that," I said, my voice low and naughty, my cock throbbing harder inside my dhoti, my eyes on her hands inside her leggings.
My wife pulled her hands out, smoothing her leggings over her hips, her cheeks flushing deeper, a naughty smile curving her full red lips, her large dark eyes sparkling with playful mischief.
"Rajesh... you are bad... but yes... my panties get to be so close... kiss my pussy lips... hug my ass crack... touch my clit... many men would love that... but it's you I want... you are what I need... your hands... your touch... your love," she whispered, her voice teasing and soft, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she stepped closer, her naughty smile making my cock leak more precum.
"But now I am getting late to class... I have to go," she said, kissing my lips quickly, her full red lips soft against mine, her boobs pressing against my chest through her kurti top, then turning and walking away, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step.
The old beggar watched my wife take the stairs, his eyes fixed on her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, his hand stroking his hard cock faster, jerking off desperately as he watched her plump ass cheeks move up the stairs, her thick juicy thighs shifting, until she disappeared from view, his cock throbbing in his hand, his breathing ragged.
The moment my wife left, Giridhar Sir and the boys, who were hiding nearby, gestured to me and came out, their faces flushed, their cocks still hard in their trousers, taking me inside another empty classroom, closing the door behind us.
Giridhar Sir looked at me, his eyes dark with lust, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Rajesh... what did you mean yesterday... you could help us?" he asked, his voice low and urgent, the boys nodding eagerly, their cocks straining.
I smiled, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, the thrill of their desperation making me horny.
"I meant it... I can help you all... with Sudha," I said casually, watching their eyes widen.
The boys gasped, their cocks jerking in their trousers.
"Please sir... how... we want her so badly," Arjun whispered, his voice trembling.
"We will do anything... just help us," Vikram begged.
Arjun looked up at me, his eyes shining with sudden hope, his cock still hard in his trousers.
"Sir... I have a plan... I know how we can make Sudha akka let us... how we can fuck her... please... let me explain... we can do this... trust me," he said eagerly, his voice low and excited.
I smiled, my cock throbbing painfully, the power of the moment making my balls ache.
"Tell me the plan... but remember... no violence... she must want it... or it doesn't happen," I said, watching their eyes light up, their cocks straining.
Arjun nodded quickly, the others leaning in, the classroom silent except for their heavy breathing.
"Yes sir... no violence... we will make her want it... I promise... just listen," Arjun said, his voice trembling with anticipation.
Inside the empty classroom, Arjun stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement, his cock still hard in his trousers from the earlier begging.
"Sir... my plan is simple... since I am a movie assistant director... we can make a short film... in the name of making a short film... we can fuck Sudha akka," Arjun said, his voice low and confident.
The boys nodded eagerly, their cocks throbbing in their trousers.
"Good idea... perfect," Vikram whispered.
"Yes... short film... we can do it," Suresh added, his cock straining.
"Brilliant... she will never suspect," Karthik said, his voice excited.
Giridhar Sir looked at Arjun, his cock hard in his trousers, his voice uncertain.
"Would it work? Sudha is smart... she won't agree easily," he asked, his eyes dark with doubt.
I looked at Giridhar Sir, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, my voice calm.
"Nothing wrong in trying... we can see... if it doesn't work... we stop... but we have to start," I said, watching their faces light up.
Arjun nodded quickly, turning to Giridhar Sir.
"Sir... you tell Sudha akka exactly what I say... announce in the class when she is there... tell her that our Principal has announced that we have to make a short film about education... all five of us... and you... should do it compulsory... if we don’t make the short film... he would not give marks... her three years will be wasted... threaten her... scare her into acting in the short film... tell her if she does not act... her marks will be zero... she will fail," Arjun said, his voice urgent.
Giridhar Sir hesitated, his cock throbbing, his voice nervous.
"But... the story about education... how will we fuck her with education as the story?" he asked.
Arjun smiled, his cock jerking in his trousers.
"I have a story... it's simple... a village girl gets cheated in the name of love... gets fucked by one or more men... they use her and leave... then she realizes the importance of education... goes to evening college... studies well... attends classes every night after hard days... reads books late... passes exams with high marks... becomes an IAS officer... serves the country... helps people... sets an example for all the women who were cheated in the name of love... shows them to stand up... educate themselves... be independent... that's the message," Arjun said, his voice excited.
The boys started cheering for Arjun, their cocks throbbing, their voices low but thrilled.
"Great story... perfect... we can fuck her in the name of acting," Vikram whispered.
"Yes... brilliant... she will agree," Suresh said.
"Education theme... no one will suspect," Karthik added.
Giridhar Sir looked nervous, his cock still hard.
"Will she agree? Sudha is loyal... she won't let us fuck her," he said, his voice shaky.
One of the boys looked at me, his cock straining.
"Sir... you should help... convince her," he said.
I smiled, my cock throbbing painfully.
"I will try... but you have to convince her... she won't agree to get fucked... it will be challenging... she is loyal... she draws her line... you have to make her cross it," I said.
Arjun nodded, his cock throbbing.
"My director has fucked a lot of Tamil girls in the name of audition... teaching them how to act... he has tricks... I will do exactly what he does... we will make her feel it is part of acting... part of the story... we will fuck her... she will enjoy it," Arjun said, his voice confident.
Giridhar Sir was still nervous, his cock hard.
"Will it work? What if she refuses?" he asked.
Arjun smiled, his cock jerking.
"I will bring the cameraman I worked with in the previous movie... he has his own tricks... he will join in and help us... but he will also try to fuck Sudha akka... he will want her too," Arjun said, looking at me strictly.
I did not say a word, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the thought of the cameraman also wanting to fuck my wife making me hornier.
I looked at Giridhar Sir, my voice calm.
"First do the announcement... scare Sudha into agreeing to act in the short film... threaten her that her three years will be wasted... no marks... she will fail... then make Arjun narrate the story... she will agree... then we see," I said.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing, his voice trembling.
"Okay... I will do the announcement... scare her... then Arjun will tell the story... we will see," he said.
They agreed, their cocks straining, their eyes dark with lust, and they went to the classroom, ready to start the plan.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully, leaking precum, the thought of Giridhar Sir announcing the short film, scaring my wife, Arjun narrating the story of her getting fucked in the name of education, the boys and cameraman planning to fuck her, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I waited for what would happen next.
Giridhar Sir sent the boys to the classroom first.
"Go to the class... sit normally... Sudha should not get suspicious that we were all together discussing something... I will come with Rajesh in a minute," Giridhar Sir said, his voice low, his cock still hard in his trousers.
The boys nodded, their cocks straining, and left the empty classroom, walking to the main class where my wife was waiting, acting like nothing happened.
After the boys left, Giridhar Sir looked at me, his eyes dark with desperation, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Rajesh... are you really okay with me and the boys fucking Sudha? Truly?" he asked again, his voice trembling, his breathing heavy.
I looked at him, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, leaking precum.
"On my side... it's okay... I have no problem... but convincing Sudha is up to you... she is loyal... she won't allow it easily... you have to make her want it," I said calmly, watching his face light up with hope and lust.
Giridhar Sir stepped closer, his voice desperate, emotional.
"I love Sudha... I love her so much... every day I see her... her smile... her kindness... her beauty... I can't sleep... I think of her... her boobs... her ass cheeks... her thighs... I want her... I need her... I want to hold her... kiss her... be inside her... feel her pussy around my cock... make her moan my name... I am desperate for her... please... help me... help us... I can't live without her," he said, his voice breaking, tears in his eyes, his cock hard and throbbing in his trousers.
Then he looked at me, his desperation peaking.
"Rajesh... can I marry Sudha? Please... let me marry her... I will take care of her... love her forever... be her husband... please... I beg you," he pleaded, his voice cracking, falling to his knees again, grabbing my legs.
I looked down at him, my cock throbbing violently.
"No... she is my wife... I will not let you marry her... she is mine," I said firmly, my voice cold.
Giridhar Sir bowed his head, tears falling, his voice soft and apologetic.
"I am sorry... I was wrong... forgive me... I shouldn't have asked... I just... I love her... but she is yours... I understand... I will never ask again," he whispered, standing up slowly, wiping his tears, his cock still hard in his trousers.
He turned and walked back to the classroom, his steps heavy, his mind full of longing for my wife.
I stood there, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of Giridhar Sir desperately confessing his love for my wife, begging to marry her, then apologizing, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I waited for the announcement, heart pounding, mind spinning with the dark thrill of what was coming next.
Giridhar Sir entered the classroom, his cock still hard in his trousers from the earlier conversation, his face serious but eyes dark with hidden lust. My wife was seated in the front row, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her wide hips shifting on the chair, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she waited for class to start, her large dark eyes innocent and attentive.
The boys were already seated, acting normal, their cocks straining in their trousers, eyes flicking to my wife’s boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs.
I stood at the window in the dark, hidden outside, peering through the glass, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum as I watched.
Giridhar Sir stood at the front, clearing his throat, his voice firm and authoritative.
"Students... listen carefully... the Principal has given a new compulsory project for our class... we have to make a short film about the importance of women's education... all of you... Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, Karthik, and Sudha... and I... must participate... no one can refuse... it is mandatory... if we do not complete this short film properly... the Principal will not give marks for the semester... your three years of hard work will be wasted... you will get zero marks... no hall tickets... no degree... you will fail... this is urgent... we have to submit the short film in 2 days... no excuses... Arjun... you are the assistant director... how long will it take to write the script?" he asked, looking at Arjun, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
Arjun stood up, his cock straining in his trousers, his voice confident.
"Sir... I already have a story... I will convert it according to the importance of women's education... it won't take long... I can prepare the script in just one hour... by the end of the class," Arjun said, his eyes flicking to my wife.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing harder.
"Brilliant... one hour is fine... start writing now... we have no time... the Principal is serious... this short film must be completed in 2 days... it is about empowering women through education... showing how education changes lives... makes them independent... strong... we must make it powerful... Sudha... you will be the lead... be ready... everyone must cooperate... no excuses," he said, his voice grave, his eyes on my wife, watching her nod nervously, her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife and the boys listened attentively, my wife’s large dark eyes wide with worry, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, the boys nodding, their cocks hard in their trousers, pretending to be serious.
Arjun immediately sat down, pulling out a notebook, pretending to start writing the script, his cock throbbing as he glanced at my wife.
Giridhar Sir continued, his voice emphasizing the importance.
"This short film is crucial... it will show how women's education is the key to strength... independence... success... we must do it perfectly... or we all fail... start working... time is short," he said, pacing the front, his cock hard in his trousers.
I stood at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of Giridhar Sir announcing the short film, scaring the class into agreeing, Arjun pretending to write the script, my wife listening nervously, the boys waiting eagerly, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding, waiting for the next step.
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