04-07-2026, 07:21 PM
The Tutor's Secret - part 1
Even though I am writing this in the form of a story, this incident is true.
Many will say that perhaps I am using the "true story" tag just to make it more captivating. That is not the case at all. I don’t want to deprive myself of the joy of sharing this incident with everyone. Everything I am about to tell you is true, I have only changed the names.
My name is Dipak. I am 42 years old. Mine was an arranged marriage. I live in Kolkata. I have a happy family with an eight-year-old daughter, my wife, and my parents. I have my own business, my father used to look after it, now I manage it. We have our own house, a small car, everything. There is no lack of what people generally call necessity. However, what I lack is sex.
My wife was never very "sexy" or bold. She is very plain. Even in bed, she was never the type to drive me crazy. In fact, the enthusiasm was always mine.
Anyway, after our daughter was born, my wife's interest declined even further. The problem became mine.
Being from a respectable family, I feel hesitant to go to red-light areas, yet my wild desires keep resurfacing—especially when I watch good porn in private. Men always prefer slightly sensuous, slightly bold women. Even if I didn't want it in a wife, I wanted that kind of woman in bed. I am no exception.
But what can I do if it’s not in my fate?
I am a father now, too. If I do something foolish and it gets out, that risk is not worth taking.
However, they say that if you truly desire something from the heart, you get it. I never thought something like that would happen in my life.
My daughter was in class two at the time. Frequent changes of tutors were causing problems for her. We were looking for a good tutor who would come home and teach her—someone who would look after her with care. Many came and left. We started looking again. One day, my wife’s friend told her about her distant cousin. She is married, 39-40 years old, without kid and works as a tutor. And coincidentally, she lives right near our house.
Hearing this, I told my wife, "That's good news. Ask her to come."
It was decided that she would be our daughter's new tutor.
The woman’s name was Sushmita. She doesn't look 39-40, though she doesn't look extremely young either. She has a certain charm about her. But what catches the eye is her hips. The way they swayed while walking made it hard for me to control myself. Seeing her legs wrapped in leggings, I could tell her thighs were shapely and plump.
I am very attracted to beautiful legs in women. Although I hadn't seen hers, I could imagine them.
Her breasts weren't huge, but they stood up firm like ripe guavas.
I didn't go into the study room much while she was teaching my daughter, but once or twice when I entered for some work, I caught a glimpse. The shape of her legs in those leggings was excellent. I tried to compose myself, after all, she was my daughter’s tutor. But still, I am a man. It’s hard to stay calm when you see a plump woman like that.
One day, Sushmita was teaching my daughter in our bedroom.
My wife was in the kitchen, perhaps making tea. I was watching TV in the living room. When a parcel for my wife arrived, I went into the bedroom to get my wallet. I saw Sushmita explaining something to my daughter, leaning down slightly. The cleavage between her firm, guava-sized breasts was clearly visible, showing a light pink bra. My cock was raging inside my pants. A dangerous peek of the pink bra through the gap in her blue kurta. Perhaps it was the sound of my footsteps that alerted Sushmita. She sat up immediately. I took my wallet and walked out.
But a fire had already started in my unsatisfied mind. Sushmita’s petite frame, a bit of flesh, but this is exactly the kind of voluptuous woman I like. Her thin lips, deep eyes, slightly curly hair, the shape of her hips, and her cleavage had stirred a storm inside me.
One day, I found Sushmita on Facebook. Thinking "whatever happens, happens," I sent a friend request. Surprisingly, it was accepted within fifteen minutes. I started browsing her profile to my heart's content. Beautiful pictures. She doesn't wear Western clothes much, mostly just jeans. But she still looks quite beautiful in them. And the curiosity to see women who don't wear revealing clothes in a revealing way is much higher. I saw a picture where she was standing on a balcony in a saree. The sight of her fair midriff through the saree had already made my mouth water. I also saw a picture of her husband. He was a good-looking man. But what do I care about her husband? It’s the wife I want. Even at 40, she is such a plump woman; compared to her, my 35-year-old wife seems like a child.
A lot of time passed. Sushmita would come to teach and leave. In the midst of this, one incident occurred. My wife and daughter went to her grandfather's house due to his illness. My parents also went to Rishikesh/Haridwar with my aunt and her family. Meanwhile, it completely slipped everyone's mind that Sushmita was supposed to come to teach. My wife didn't tell me to inform her either.
I was sitting comfortably in the ahaI
joyiI
g some whiskey and ice in an empty house, when the doorbell rang.
I was bare-chested, wearing only half-pants, enjoying my whiskey.
Who is it now??
I put on a t-shirt, opened the door, and saw Sushmita.
I was startled for a moment but immediately understood what had happened.
I said, "Rumi's (my daughter) grandfather is very ill, so they went there. I don't think they told you in the rush."
Sushmita said, "Oh, I see. Yes, Bhabhi didn't tell me anything. So I just came."
I apologized and said, "They should have informed you. If they had told me, I would have let you know."
Sushmita asked, a bit surprised, "Do you have my number?"
I said, "Yes, Rumi's mother gave it to me. For emergencies."
Sushmita said, "Oh, I see," and remained silent.
Now I was home alone. I couldn't even say "come inside." Though I wanted to drag her in and fuck her on my bed.
She was wearing a light green kurta and white leggings. The shape of her bra was clearly visible through the kurta. A bra strap was peeking out through the gap in her shoulder—a black bra.
Suddenly, Sushmita said, "Dada, I need a favor." I got my chance.
I said, "We can't talk standing outside. Why don't you come inside and sit?"
Sushmita thought for a moment and came in.
I wasn't wearing anything under my shorts. I was a bit cautious, wondering if my erection was showing. Whatever I thought, I was not prepared for this kind of situation at all.
Sushmita sat on a sofa in the drawing-room. I sat opposite her. Two pegs of whiskey had already gone down my stomach before she arrived. My head was feeling light from the whiskey. I was devouring her with my eyes. It was quite hot that day. Beads of sweat were on her face.
Sushmita said, "Actually, I don't know how to say this."
I said, "Don't be so hesitant. Please tell me." Sushmita said, "Actually, my husband lost his job at this moment. It's been about a month and a half. He is looking for a new one, he might find it. But you can understand what happens when a source of income stops suddenly."
I nodded and said, "Yes, I can understand that. But how can I help?"
Sushmita wiped the sweat from her face with a red handkerchief. I was hearing everything, but my eyes were wandering over her legs, boobs, stomach, lips, and thighs.
I said, "It's not possible to do something immediately. Give me a few days. I'll see."
By then, another idea had clicked in my head. I realize now that it was because of the whiskey. I couldn't have done it in my normal state.
I got up and sat next to Sushmita on the sofa, keeping a slight distance. A light jasmine perfume was wafting from her.
Ah, a classy woman. Her breasts were tight inside the kurta. She was wearing anklets.
I said, "There is no AC here. It's very hot today. Shall we go to the room and talk about the rest?"
Sushmita looked startled. Our eyes met. Light kohl-lined, deep eyes. I don't know what she thought, but she said, "Okay, sure. I suppose your parents are away traveling."
I nodded. Then I got up and walked into the bedroom. Sushmita followed me. As we entered, the strong smell of whiskey hit her nose. Sushmita looked around. I told her to sit on one side of the bed while I sat on the other, legs spread out. It was clearly visible that I wasn't wearing anything inside. I sat with my legs spread so she would notice.
I picked up the whiskey bottle from the side of the bed and asked while mixing it in a glass, "Do you drink whiskey?"
She answered in a startled voice, "I do occasionally, but rarely."
I said, "Is today that rare day?"
Sushmita said, surprised, "No, no, Dada... what are you saying? I won't drink. Please tell me what you wanted to say."
By then, I had downed another raw peg of whiskey. Emboldened by the whiskey, I said, "You have so many problems at home and you're telling me this today?" Sushmita looked at me, surprised by.
She said, "No, actually Bhabhi said... I was a bit hesitant."
I said, "If you are so hesitant in life, you won't get anything. You have to speak up."
Sushmita started fidgeting. Her white leggings seemed to be clinging to her luscious thighs. My head started spinning. There was no one home. No one at all.
I said in a soft voice, "You look very beautiful, Sushmita. You must have many lovers." Sushmita gave a dry laugh and said, "I don't think about all that. I don't have time for it. Anyway, I'll take my leave now, Dada."
I said, "Not Dada, Dipak. And if you aren't in a hurry, stay a little longer."
Sushmita was truly taken aback and fell silent.
She said, "There is no one home, I'll go. I don't want anyone to say anything bad."
I continued making another peg and said, "I don't give a damn what anyone thinks. You are very sexy, Sushmita. I've gone crazy."
Sushmita looked at me in surprise.
I said, "I will give you five thousand rupees right now. But you have to do one thing for me."
Sushmita said, "What work?" Her voice was calm and steady.
Shamelessly, I took off my pants and took out my seven-inch cock and said, "If you suck it well with your beautiful lips and tongue."
Sushmita jumped up from the bed as if she had been shocked. Her breath was growing heavy. Her eyes were fixed on my erect cock. She looked away and said, "If I had known this, I would never have asked for your help. I'm leaving."
I took ten 500-rupee notes from the wallet kept beside me and placed them on the bedside table and said, "It’s up to you." Sushmita stared at the money.
Then at me. While walking towards the door, she stopped. Slowly, she came to where I was sitting. I moved a bit and she sat next to me. She said, "I hope you won't say anything like this again." Saying that, she held my erect cock with her slender fingers and soft grip. I felt like I was going to ejaculate right then. I put my hand on her back. I felt the hook of her bra. But I didn't do anything. Sushmita slowly lowered her head and touched her tongue to the head of my cock.
Uff, only a plump whore can do such an expert job.
She started licking the head of my cock with the tip of her wet tongue and rubbing it with her hand. The foreskin pulled back, and the pink head was wet with Sushmita's saliva. As I grabbed the back of her head, she took the whole cock into her mouth. I felt like I was in heaven.
My wife, Soma, wouldn't come anywhere near this. I felt like I should just open everything. I wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her.
But no, I have to savor this woman. My cock was drenched in Sushmita's saliva. She was sucking it loudly like a professional whore. There was no sound in the AC room. Just the sound of wet sucking.
I could see that her kurta had lifted a bit, exposing some of her waist. I saw it, but didn't touch it. The pleasure of taming a woman like this and then fucking her is something else. I will do that to her. I will fuck this daughter's tutor naked like a whore in our bed, in front of our wedding photos. I made my start today.
After ten minutes of sucking my cock, when Sushmita lifted her face, thick cum was dripping from my cock. Sushmita wiped her face with the handkerchief she had kept on her bag, picked up the money from the bedside table. Her kurta had slipped off her shoulder. As she tucked her black bra strap inside her kurta, she said, "I'll come again when Bhabhi returns. Until then, find a teacher for Rumi. I will look too; if I find one, I'll definitely let you know."
She walked towards the bedroom door.
I said, "Rumi and the others aren't returning for two-three days. And my parents will be back next month. Five thousand is not a small amount, Sushmita. Why don't you have lunch with me in my room tomorrow?" Sushmita looked at me and bit her lower lip with her teeth. Then she opened the door and walked out.
To be continued...
Even though I am writing this in the form of a story, this incident is true.
Many will say that perhaps I am using the "true story" tag just to make it more captivating. That is not the case at all. I don’t want to deprive myself of the joy of sharing this incident with everyone. Everything I am about to tell you is true, I have only changed the names.
My name is Dipak. I am 42 years old. Mine was an arranged marriage. I live in Kolkata. I have a happy family with an eight-year-old daughter, my wife, and my parents. I have my own business, my father used to look after it, now I manage it. We have our own house, a small car, everything. There is no lack of what people generally call necessity. However, what I lack is sex.
My wife was never very "sexy" or bold. She is very plain. Even in bed, she was never the type to drive me crazy. In fact, the enthusiasm was always mine.
Anyway, after our daughter was born, my wife's interest declined even further. The problem became mine.
Being from a respectable family, I feel hesitant to go to red-light areas, yet my wild desires keep resurfacing—especially when I watch good porn in private. Men always prefer slightly sensuous, slightly bold women. Even if I didn't want it in a wife, I wanted that kind of woman in bed. I am no exception.
But what can I do if it’s not in my fate?
I am a father now, too. If I do something foolish and it gets out, that risk is not worth taking.
However, they say that if you truly desire something from the heart, you get it. I never thought something like that would happen in my life.
My daughter was in class two at the time. Frequent changes of tutors were causing problems for her. We were looking for a good tutor who would come home and teach her—someone who would look after her with care. Many came and left. We started looking again. One day, my wife’s friend told her about her distant cousin. She is married, 39-40 years old, without kid and works as a tutor. And coincidentally, she lives right near our house.
Hearing this, I told my wife, "That's good news. Ask her to come."
It was decided that she would be our daughter's new tutor.
The woman’s name was Sushmita. She doesn't look 39-40, though she doesn't look extremely young either. She has a certain charm about her. But what catches the eye is her hips. The way they swayed while walking made it hard for me to control myself. Seeing her legs wrapped in leggings, I could tell her thighs were shapely and plump.
I am very attracted to beautiful legs in women. Although I hadn't seen hers, I could imagine them.
Her breasts weren't huge, but they stood up firm like ripe guavas.
I didn't go into the study room much while she was teaching my daughter, but once or twice when I entered for some work, I caught a glimpse. The shape of her legs in those leggings was excellent. I tried to compose myself, after all, she was my daughter’s tutor. But still, I am a man. It’s hard to stay calm when you see a plump woman like that.
One day, Sushmita was teaching my daughter in our bedroom.
My wife was in the kitchen, perhaps making tea. I was watching TV in the living room. When a parcel for my wife arrived, I went into the bedroom to get my wallet. I saw Sushmita explaining something to my daughter, leaning down slightly. The cleavage between her firm, guava-sized breasts was clearly visible, showing a light pink bra. My cock was raging inside my pants. A dangerous peek of the pink bra through the gap in her blue kurta. Perhaps it was the sound of my footsteps that alerted Sushmita. She sat up immediately. I took my wallet and walked out.
But a fire had already started in my unsatisfied mind. Sushmita’s petite frame, a bit of flesh, but this is exactly the kind of voluptuous woman I like. Her thin lips, deep eyes, slightly curly hair, the shape of her hips, and her cleavage had stirred a storm inside me.
One day, I found Sushmita on Facebook. Thinking "whatever happens, happens," I sent a friend request. Surprisingly, it was accepted within fifteen minutes. I started browsing her profile to my heart's content. Beautiful pictures. She doesn't wear Western clothes much, mostly just jeans. But she still looks quite beautiful in them. And the curiosity to see women who don't wear revealing clothes in a revealing way is much higher. I saw a picture where she was standing on a balcony in a saree. The sight of her fair midriff through the saree had already made my mouth water. I also saw a picture of her husband. He was a good-looking man. But what do I care about her husband? It’s the wife I want. Even at 40, she is such a plump woman; compared to her, my 35-year-old wife seems like a child.
A lot of time passed. Sushmita would come to teach and leave. In the midst of this, one incident occurred. My wife and daughter went to her grandfather's house due to his illness. My parents also went to Rishikesh/Haridwar with my aunt and her family. Meanwhile, it completely slipped everyone's mind that Sushmita was supposed to come to teach. My wife didn't tell me to inform her either.
I was sitting comfortably in the ahaI
joyiI
g some whiskey and ice in an empty house, when the doorbell rang.
I was bare-chested, wearing only half-pants, enjoying my whiskey.
Who is it now??
I put on a t-shirt, opened the door, and saw Sushmita.
I was startled for a moment but immediately understood what had happened.
I said, "Rumi's (my daughter) grandfather is very ill, so they went there. I don't think they told you in the rush."
Sushmita said, "Oh, I see. Yes, Bhabhi didn't tell me anything. So I just came."
I apologized and said, "They should have informed you. If they had told me, I would have let you know."
Sushmita asked, a bit surprised, "Do you have my number?"
I said, "Yes, Rumi's mother gave it to me. For emergencies."
Sushmita said, "Oh, I see," and remained silent.
Now I was home alone. I couldn't even say "come inside." Though I wanted to drag her in and fuck her on my bed.
She was wearing a light green kurta and white leggings. The shape of her bra was clearly visible through the kurta. A bra strap was peeking out through the gap in her shoulder—a black bra.
Suddenly, Sushmita said, "Dada, I need a favor." I got my chance.
I said, "We can't talk standing outside. Why don't you come inside and sit?"
Sushmita thought for a moment and came in.
I wasn't wearing anything under my shorts. I was a bit cautious, wondering if my erection was showing. Whatever I thought, I was not prepared for this kind of situation at all.
Sushmita sat on a sofa in the drawing-room. I sat opposite her. Two pegs of whiskey had already gone down my stomach before she arrived. My head was feeling light from the whiskey. I was devouring her with my eyes. It was quite hot that day. Beads of sweat were on her face.
Sushmita said, "Actually, I don't know how to say this."
I said, "Don't be so hesitant. Please tell me." Sushmita said, "Actually, my husband lost his job at this moment. It's been about a month and a half. He is looking for a new one, he might find it. But you can understand what happens when a source of income stops suddenly."
I nodded and said, "Yes, I can understand that. But how can I help?"
Sushmita wiped the sweat from her face with a red handkerchief. I was hearing everything, but my eyes were wandering over her legs, boobs, stomach, lips, and thighs.
I said, "It's not possible to do something immediately. Give me a few days. I'll see."
By then, another idea had clicked in my head. I realize now that it was because of the whiskey. I couldn't have done it in my normal state.
I got up and sat next to Sushmita on the sofa, keeping a slight distance. A light jasmine perfume was wafting from her.
Ah, a classy woman. Her breasts were tight inside the kurta. She was wearing anklets.
I said, "There is no AC here. It's very hot today. Shall we go to the room and talk about the rest?"
Sushmita looked startled. Our eyes met. Light kohl-lined, deep eyes. I don't know what she thought, but she said, "Okay, sure. I suppose your parents are away traveling."
I nodded. Then I got up and walked into the bedroom. Sushmita followed me. As we entered, the strong smell of whiskey hit her nose. Sushmita looked around. I told her to sit on one side of the bed while I sat on the other, legs spread out. It was clearly visible that I wasn't wearing anything inside. I sat with my legs spread so she would notice.
I picked up the whiskey bottle from the side of the bed and asked while mixing it in a glass, "Do you drink whiskey?"
She answered in a startled voice, "I do occasionally, but rarely."
I said, "Is today that rare day?"
Sushmita said, surprised, "No, no, Dada... what are you saying? I won't drink. Please tell me what you wanted to say."
By then, I had downed another raw peg of whiskey. Emboldened by the whiskey, I said, "You have so many problems at home and you're telling me this today?" Sushmita looked at me, surprised by.
She said, "No, actually Bhabhi said... I was a bit hesitant."
I said, "If you are so hesitant in life, you won't get anything. You have to speak up."
Sushmita started fidgeting. Her white leggings seemed to be clinging to her luscious thighs. My head started spinning. There was no one home. No one at all.
I said in a soft voice, "You look very beautiful, Sushmita. You must have many lovers." Sushmita gave a dry laugh and said, "I don't think about all that. I don't have time for it. Anyway, I'll take my leave now, Dada."
I said, "Not Dada, Dipak. And if you aren't in a hurry, stay a little longer."
Sushmita was truly taken aback and fell silent.
She said, "There is no one home, I'll go. I don't want anyone to say anything bad."
I continued making another peg and said, "I don't give a damn what anyone thinks. You are very sexy, Sushmita. I've gone crazy."
Sushmita looked at me in surprise.
I said, "I will give you five thousand rupees right now. But you have to do one thing for me."
Sushmita said, "What work?" Her voice was calm and steady.
Shamelessly, I took off my pants and took out my seven-inch cock and said, "If you suck it well with your beautiful lips and tongue."
Sushmita jumped up from the bed as if she had been shocked. Her breath was growing heavy. Her eyes were fixed on my erect cock. She looked away and said, "If I had known this, I would never have asked for your help. I'm leaving."
I took ten 500-rupee notes from the wallet kept beside me and placed them on the bedside table and said, "It’s up to you." Sushmita stared at the money.
Then at me. While walking towards the door, she stopped. Slowly, she came to where I was sitting. I moved a bit and she sat next to me. She said, "I hope you won't say anything like this again." Saying that, she held my erect cock with her slender fingers and soft grip. I felt like I was going to ejaculate right then. I put my hand on her back. I felt the hook of her bra. But I didn't do anything. Sushmita slowly lowered her head and touched her tongue to the head of my cock.
Uff, only a plump whore can do such an expert job.
She started licking the head of my cock with the tip of her wet tongue and rubbing it with her hand. The foreskin pulled back, and the pink head was wet with Sushmita's saliva. As I grabbed the back of her head, she took the whole cock into her mouth. I felt like I was in heaven.
My wife, Soma, wouldn't come anywhere near this. I felt like I should just open everything. I wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her.
But no, I have to savor this woman. My cock was drenched in Sushmita's saliva. She was sucking it loudly like a professional whore. There was no sound in the AC room. Just the sound of wet sucking.
I could see that her kurta had lifted a bit, exposing some of her waist. I saw it, but didn't touch it. The pleasure of taming a woman like this and then fucking her is something else. I will do that to her. I will fuck this daughter's tutor naked like a whore in our bed, in front of our wedding photos. I made my start today.
After ten minutes of sucking my cock, when Sushmita lifted her face, thick cum was dripping from my cock. Sushmita wiped her face with the handkerchief she had kept on her bag, picked up the money from the bedside table. Her kurta had slipped off her shoulder. As she tucked her black bra strap inside her kurta, she said, "I'll come again when Bhabhi returns. Until then, find a teacher for Rumi. I will look too; if I find one, I'll definitely let you know."
She walked towards the bedroom door.
I said, "Rumi and the others aren't returning for two-three days. And my parents will be back next month. Five thousand is not a small amount, Sushmita. Why don't you have lunch with me in my room tomorrow?" Sushmita looked at me and bit her lower lip with her teeth. Then she opened the door and walked out.
To be continued...
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