Misc. Erotica My Wife's Evening College (COMPLETED) - By Novelist Casanova

[novelistcasanova]

My wife came to the parking lot feeling low, 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 walked slowly toward the bike in the dark.

The old beggar was still there on the other side of the grill compound in the dark, jerking off, his hand stroking his hard cock slowly, eyes fixed on my wife as she approached me, his breathing heavy, his cock throbbing in his hand.
My wife reached me, her large dark eyes worried, her cheeks flushed.
I held her hand, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, leaking precum.
"What happened? Tell me... why are you upset?" I asked, my voice gentle.
My wife sighed, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she leaned closer.
"Rajesh... in the classroom... they all came to me... one by one... talking... pressuring me... they said their degree is in my hands... their future depends on me... we must do this short film at any cost... Karthik, Arjun, Vikram, Suresh... their lives... their dreams... all depend on me acting... and my dream to have my degree... it is also in my hands... if I don't act... we all lose everything... they were so worried... begging me... I felt so heavy... I don't know what to do," she whispered, her voice emotional, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings.
I held her hand tighter, my cock throbbing harder, my voice soft and convincing.
"Sudha... you must act... it is not just for the noble cause... women's education... empowerment... it can change lives... but also for your dream degree... you worked so hard for three years... don't let it be wasted... don't let your future be ruined... do it... for yourself... for your dream... for the boys... for their futures... please," I said emotionally, my eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife looked at me, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
"Rajesh... I know... but... I am scared... the scenes... I can't... I need time... I can't decide now," she said, her voice trembling, putting my arms behind her back, revealing her armpits fully to the beggar as she was wearing sleeveless kurti top today, her smooth armpits exposed, her boobs pressing against my chest through her kurti top.
I put her arms around my neck, hugging her tight, my cock pressing against her thighs through my dhoti, my voice a whisper.
"Sudha... it is not just your dream to complete your degree... it is my dream as well... I don't want to see you lose it... I don't want your hard work wasted... I love you... I want you to succeed... do it... for us... for your future... please," I whispered emotionally, squeezing her ass cheeks over her leggings, my hands gripping her plump ass cheeks firmly.
My wife hugged my back tight, her boobs pressing harder against my chest, her voice soft and emotional.
"Okay Rajesh... I will do it... for you... for our dream... I will act," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling, her boobs heaving against me.
The moment I squeezed my wife’s ass cheeks firmly, the beggar came all over the floor on the other side of the grill compound, his cock pulsing, thick cum shooting out, his body shaking as he watched my wife hug me, her boobs pressed against me, her ass cheeks in my hands, completely unaware of him.
My wife pulled back slightly, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her large dark eyes soft and determined.
"I have decided... I will go back to the classroom... tell them I agree... I will act in the short film," she said quietly, her voice emotional but resolved, turning and walking back toward the classroom, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving with each step.
I stood there, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife agreeing to act, her emotional surrender, the beggar cumming watching her, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched her go back, heart pounding in the dark.







My wife turned and walked back toward the classroom, her boobs rising and falling over her sleeveless kurti top, her wide hips shifting, 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 with each step, her large dark eyes determined but still emotional.
The old beggar, still panting, his cock softening in his hand, looked at me with a grin, his voice raspy and low.
"Saab... thank you for the show... your wife... her armpits... so yummy... smooth... tasty... you are lucky man... very lucky... to have her," he said, licking his lips, his eyes still on the direction my wife went.
I smiled at him, my cock throbbing harder inside my dhoti, leaking more precum, then turned and walked back to the window, peering in again, heart pounding.
Just the moment my wife entered inside the classroom, I stood at the window in the dark, watching.
The moment they saw my wife, all of them were nervous, their cocks straining in their trousers, eyes wide, faces tense.
My wife walked to the front, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her voice soft but clear.
"Sir... boys... I have decided... I will act in the short film... I agree," she said, her large dark eyes emotional, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
The entire class started cheering and giving high-fives to each other, the boys jumping up, their cocks throbbing, faces lit with excitement and relief.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife, his cock throbbing harder, his voice emotional.
"Sudha... you not just agreed to act... you saved the future of these four boys... their degrees... their dreams... thank you... from all of us," he said, his voice thick, eyes shining with gratitude and lust.
My wife smiled softly, her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
"Thank you sir... I agreed because of my husband... he convinced me... he said it is for a noble cause... and for my dream degree... he loves me... he wants me to complete my education... he was so emotional about it... so desperate for me to have my degree... he said it is his dream too... he doesn't want me to lose it... he was almost in tears... I couldn't let him down... I couldn't let my dream be ruined," she said, her voice soft, tears in her large dark eyes, her thick juicy thighs shifting under her leggings.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing, his voice warm.
"Your husband is a smart man... he loves you deeply... he wants you to have your degree... to succeed... he is right... you are doing the right thing... for yourself... for him... for all of us... he must be very proud of you," he said, his eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
Arjun joined in, his cock straining, his voice reassuring.
"Sudha akka... don't worry... I will direct it... shoot it artistically... we will use soft lighting... close-up shots on faces... emotions... symbolic angles... shadows... hands... eyes... feelings... camera will cut away... show suggestion... no explicit anything... just tasteful... beautiful... for the message... for education... trust me... it will be perfect... you will shine," Arjun said, his voice smooth and convincing, eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife nodded slowly, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes still emotional but calmer.
"Thank you Arjun... thank you all... I agreed only because of my husband... he convinced me... I will try... for him... for the dream," she said softly, her voice full of love and resolve.
I stood at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife agreeing to act, telling them it was because of me, Giridhar Sir praising my love for her degree, Arjun reassuring her, the boys cheering, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding in the dark.


Giridhar Sir looked at Arjun, his cock still hard in his trousers, his voice urgent.
"Arjun... no time to waste... only 2 days to complete the short film... we must start immediately," Giridhar Sir said, his eyes flicking to my wife, watching her boobs rise and fall over the kurti top, her large dark eyes nervous.
Arjun nodded, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his face confident.
"Nothing to worry sir... tomorrow I will take Sudha akka to the Cameraman Sir’s office... narrate the story to him... so that he can shoot the scenes brilliantly... he has done a lot of Tamil movies... award-winning... he knows how to make it powerful... tasteful... perfect," Arjun said, his voice reassuring, eyes on my wife.
Giridhar Sir looked impressed, his cock throbbing harder.
"If he is such a big Cameraman... we must let him shoot... Arjun... take Sudha tomorrow... make sure he understands the vision... we have no time," Giridhar Sir said, his voice firm.
Arjun turned to my wife, his cock straining, his voice gentle.
"Sudha akka... tomorrow morning... we go to meet Cameraman Sir... be ready... I will explain everything to him... he will make it beautiful... trust me," Arjun said, his eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife looked nervous, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings.
"Okay Arjun... I will be ready... tomorrow morning," she said softly, her voice trembling, her large dark eyes worried but resigned.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife, his cock throbbing, his voice warm.
"Sudha... go home now... take rest... thank you again for agreeing... you are doing a great thing... for education... for all of us... go safely... discuss with your husband... come tomorrow ready," Giridhar Sir said, his eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife smiled softly at Giridhar Sir, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, then walked out of the classroom, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving with each step.
I quickly went to the parking lot, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, waiting by the bike.
My wife came later, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her large dark eyes tired but determined.
"Rajesh... let's go home," she said quietly, climbing onto the bike, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs spreading over the seat, her arms wrapping around my waist.
I started the bike, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife going back to the classroom, agreeing to act, the plan moving forward, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as we were riding home in the dark.



We rode home in the dark, my wife sitting behind me on the bike, her boobs pressing against my back through her kurti top, her arms wrapped around my waist, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly over the seat with every bump on the road.
We waited at a traffic signal, the streetlights casting long shadows, the night air cool. A small girl, no older than eight, came to the bike begging, holding a few pens, her clothes dirty and torn. Behind her stood her poor beggar mother, thin and exhausted, cradling a tiny baby in her arms, the baby crying softly, the mother’s face lined with hardship.
I turned slightly, making my wife look at them, my voice low and emotional.
"Sudha... look at them... that small girl begging... selling pens... her mother holding the baby... if they were educated... they wouldn’t be begging like this... they would have jobs... dignity... a better life... education could have saved them... given them a future," I said, my voice thick, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti as I spoke, watching my wife’s large dark eyes fill with sorrow.
My wife stared at them, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes softening with pity, tears forming.
"Rajesh... yes... I feel so sorry for them... if they were educated... their lives would be different... they wouldn’t suffer like this... education would have saved them... given them hope... strength," she whispered, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter against my hips, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the seat.
I turned to her, my voice soft but urgent.
"Sudha... your short film... it can bring change... motivate many girls like her... show them education is the way... it can inspire women who are suffering... cheated... abandoned... to stand up... study... become strong... independent... your role... your acting... it can touch lives... save futures... you are doing something big... for women... for girls like her... please... do it," I said emotionally, my cock throbbing harder, my words heavy with the plan, my heart pounding.
My wife looked at the beggar mother and child again, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her voice soft and emotional.
"Rajesh... you are right... if my short film can show that... motivate girls... women... to get educated... to not depend on men... to be strong... then... it is worth it... I feel... I am doing something for them... for women like her... I will act... for the cause... for change," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs trembling against me, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the seat, her resolve strengthening.
The signal turned green. I started the bike again, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife moved by the beggar mother and child, agreeing to act for the cause, for women, for change, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as we rode on, heart pounding in the dark night.


We reached home. My wife went inside first, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, 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 as she walked to the bedroom, tired but thoughtful.
At night, we sat in bed, watching all the short films of Arjun on my laptop. They were all social cause oriented—against caste discrimination, against child marriage, against corruption—each one powerful, emotional, well-made, with strong messages and tasteful direction.
My wife watched intently, her boobs rising and falling over her nighty, her large dark eyes impressed, her voice soft and full of growing confidence.
"Rajesh... Arjun’s films are so good... all about social causes... he directs with so much care... sensitivity... he never makes it vulgar... always artistic... emotional... I think... he would direct me in a modest and tasteful way... he will make the scenes beautiful... meaningful... not cheap... I feel more confident now... he knows how to handle such stories... he will do it right," she said, her voice warm, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the nighty, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the mattress.
I nodded, my cock throbbing softly inside my dhoti, my hand on her thighs.
"Yes Sudha... he is talented... he will make it right... for the message... for you," I said, my voice gentle, my cock leaking precum as I thought of the plan.
Slowly my wife fell asleep, her breathing soft and even, lying sideways, her boobs resting against the pillow through her nighty, her thick juicy thighs slightly parted.
After she fell asleep, I gently lifted her nighty up her wide hips, exposing her plump ass cheeks, her asshole and pussy. Her asshole was tight, pinkish-brown, perfectly puckered, smooth and clean, a tiny beauty mark near it, inviting and delicate. Her pussy was plump, outer pussy lips full and soft, inner pussy lips peeking out slightly, glistening faintly, her clit small and hidden under its hood, the entire sight beautiful, innocent, arousing, her pussy smelling faintly of jasmine and her natural musk.
For a moment I wanted to fuck her, my cock throbbing hard, leaking precum, aching to shove inside her pussy, but I controlled myself, breathing heavily. I leaned down, kissed her asshole gently, my lips pressing against the tight pucker, then licked it softly, tasting her asshole—warm, slightly salty, musky, mouth-watering, addictive, the flavor lingering on my tongue, sweet and earthy, making my cock pulse harder.
I lowered her nighty back down over her ass cheeks and thighs, my cock pulsing painfully.
I fell asleep beside her, my cock still half hard, my mind filled with the dark thrill of tomorrow, my balls aching with need.