Adultery The Tutor’s Secret - Based on a true incident

[Night_Rider]

The Tutor's Secret - Part 2

That night, I couldn't close my eyes for even a second. The scene from that afternoon kept playing on loop in my mind.

When my cock went into Sushmita's mouth, it felt like it was sliding into a scoop of melted, warm butter, paired with her wet tongue.

Ah... beautiful. 
The way her body looked through her clothes only increased my hunger. My life would be wasted if I couldn't lick those thick thighs and that ass. Even after the effect of the whiskey wore off, the intoxication of Sushmita wouldn't let me sleep.

It was 1:15 AM. I had eaten roti and tarka from a local shop around 11:00 PM and then sat down with the whiskey again. If I got drunk and passed out tonight, there was no one to question me. 
I picked up my phone, determined to do something I hadn't done before. 
I opened WhatsApp and found Sushmita's name. Her DP was a photo in a pink salwar, very decent, but the cleavage was visible. She had dangling earrings and red lipstick. 
I licked my lips unconsciously. I hadn't realized before that such a wild, primal hunger was hidden within me. Sushmita isn't a goddess, but for a married woman nearing forty, the passion in her body is something I've rarely seen in Bengali women. And the way she sucked my dick this afternoon... 
uff, she would have earned a lot of money if she were a prostitute.

I poured the last of the whiskey into the glass and typed,

"You are gorgeous, you are mind blowing."

As soon as I sent it, I wondered if I’d done the right thing. I didn't know if her husband checked her phone.

But she saw it almost immediately. I saw two blue ticks.

No reply. Five minutes passed.

I typed again,

"You've driven me crazy, I want you completely."

Again, blue ticks, but no response. Another ten minutes passed. Finally, I sent, "Good night."

Within seconds, a reply came,

"Good Night."

That meant she wasn't angry. That meant... I couldn't think anymore. My eyes grew heavy. I collapsed onto the bed.

There is no cook in our house. My wife mostly cooks, and sometimes my mother makes a special dish. But today, no one was there. While wondering what to eat, I remembered I had to talk to a company about getting some money. They had been delaying it for a long time. I looked at the clock and saw it was 8:00 AM. I had forgotten everything because of yesterday's incident. It was too late. I couldn't delay any longer.

I quickly got up and got ready. I decided to eat something outside.

It was almost 2:00 PM by the time I finished my work. I hadn't eaten anything in the morning. I had seen two biryani shops outside the office I visited. I got one plate of biryani packed from one of them. The whiskey from yesterday had run out. I needed to buy more. There was a shop near my neighborhood, I’d pick it up on my way home.

Suddenly, I remembered the things I told Sushmita yesterday. I had said them in a whiskey-fueled haze. Would she come today? Would she really?

Sushmita was back in my head. I was working until now, but now it was just Sushmita again. I couldn't focus on work anymore.

They say people get what they truly want from the heart. I hadn't believed that until now. But after today, I couldn't entirely deny it.

I was driving back. I was still three or three-and-a-half kilometers from home. Suddenly, I thought I saw Sushmita standing at the high college bus stop. 
At first, I thought it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. As I got closer, I realized I was right. Her face was tired, her body drenched in sweat, but even in that state, there was an allure. 
Actually, when you like someone, everything about them starts to look good all of a sudden. 
She was wearing a deep onion-colored kurti with sequins, paired with black leggings. Her hair was tied up. She had a bag on her shoulder and a phone in her hand.

I pulled the car right in front of her. The window was already down, so Sushmita noticed me as soon as I stopped. But even after seeing me, she looked away. I honked twice. She didn't look. Then, I leaned over and opened the passenger door, saying, "Get in, I'll drop you at your stop."

A hint of annoyance flashed on Sushmita's face. Then she looked at me once, put on the sunglasses she had pushed onto her head, and got into the car.

The scent of jasmine was there again today.

Just the sound of the road and the car driving. Neither of us spoke. I was the one who broke the silence first.

"Does anyone live here?"

In a light but firm voice, she replied, "No."

I asked, "Then what did you come here for?"

No answer. I looked at her once. Her jaw was set.

I asked again. After a minute, the answer came.

"I came for a job opportunity. It was in the paper."

I said, "Did you get the job?"

She gave me a sharp look and said, "It's none of your business."

I like a woman with spirit. The taste of a spirited woman's passion is the best.

I said, "How will I help if I don't know?"

Sushmita looked straight at me. She said in a hard voice, "I don't want your help."

I said, "I don't think you'll get five thousand for ten minutes anywhere else."

Sushmita looked away. She bowed her head. I placed my hand on hers. She pulled it away with a jerk immediately.

I said calmly, "I didn't give you the money yesterday as your price. I gave it because you needed it. Just as you need money, I need affection."

I looked at Sushmita and saw her glancing at me from the corner of her eye. Since she was wearing sunglasses, I couldn't be sure. But if I wasn't very wrong, she had also caught the addiction to my cock. But she wouldn't admit it. This is the problem with these 'virtuous' sluts. Hunger in the belly, shame on the lips.

But Sushmita is a bit different. I know these types of women have a huge sexual appetite. But they want to stay loyal. Whether they get satisfaction from their husband or not. It's a strange mentality, but there's no point in blaming them. The society is full of taboos. And honestly, I don't want to play the gentleman. Sushmita's body, lips, nose, and eyes had already driven me crazy. Since yesterday afternoon, I've been like a madman who returned from a mental asylum. I realized yesterday the pleasure of sleeping with someone else's wife. I want this woman completely.

I don't know what Sushmita thought after hearing me. With her head bowed, she said, "Just because you need something doesn't mean you'll get it. I'm also looking for work, am I getting it?"

I thought for a moment and said, "How much money will you get working in a small office? Ten thousand, fifteen thousand? You got five thousand in ten minutes yesterday. Five more if you come today. Please come. It's necessary for both of us. And tell me the truth, didn't you like it yesterday?"

I noticed a change in Sushmita's expression immediately. She bit her lip and started cracking her knuckles. I thought to myself, I don't think your husband has a seven-inch cock. That's why you couldn't resist the temptation. The greed wasn't just for money yesterday. Your greed for my stiff dick wasn't any less.

I said, "When are you coming today?"

Sushmita stayed silent. Her stop was approaching. Her pear-shaped tits were rising and falling with excitement.

When we reached the stop, I slowed the car. Sushmita got out quietly. While leaving, she just said a dry "Thanks." I watched her walk away and started the car again.

I came home, took a bath, put the biryani packet on a plate, and set it on the dining table. I had picked up the whiskey on the way home. I brought a glass and made a large peg. I gulped down a good amount and reached for the biryani. Almost immediately, a notification tone rang on my phone. The lock screen showed only the name.

"1 message from SUSHMITA"

I quickly unlocked the phone and opened WhatsApp. Then I read the message properly. Once, twice, repeatedly.

It read - "Not today, tomorrow."

To be continued......