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

[Night_Rider]

The Tutor's Secret - Part 3

After the message, I couldn't sit or sleep properly all day. I drank whiskey to the brim at night, but it didn't help. Sushmita was spinning in my head. I have no count of how many times I stared at that message.

I dozed off towards dawn, but woke up around seven. I stretched and sat up. As soon as I picked up my phone, it rang loudly. My wife's name flashed on the screen.

I felt both annoyed and terrified. Is she coming home already?

"Hello?" I said, picking up the call.

"It's me," my wife's voice drifted through.

"Tell me, is everything okay there?"

"Yes, I thought I’d return last night. Rumi's classes are being missed, but my mom wouldn't let me leave at all."

"I see," I said in a dry voice.

"We will return this evening. I would have come in the morning, but Mom wouldn't let me go without feeding me. There is a 6:15 PM train, we will catch that one," she informed me.

My mind was on other things by then. Returning in the evening meant—what should I tell Sushmita?

"Alright, travel safely. I'm getting ready, I have work," I said.

"Okay, you take care, too," my wife’s soft voice replied.

For a moment, I missed my wife. I love her, there's no doubt about that. 
But I want Sushmita. As soon as I think of her, all my ethics get muddled. In fact, the more I think about it, the more they vanish.

I put the phone down and quickly messaged Sushmita.

"Is it possible to come at noon?"

I started fidgeting, waiting. If she said no, I wouldn't have anything to say or do, and the way I had planned things would fall apart completely.

The notification tone chimed.

Sushmita's reply.

"Time?"

I thought for a moment and wrote, "Twelve."

No reply for a while. Then it came.

"Can't do twelve, how about one?"

My heart and my dick both danced with joy.

I wrote, "I'll be waiting."

There were many things to do. I needed to head out. Things to buy. Whiskey, some chips and snacks. And condoms. Though I wanted to be with Sushmita without one, if she objected, I would need them.

I hadn't bought condoms since my daughter was born. I didn't need them. Even otherwise, I don't have sex with my wife, and even when I do, I don't ejaculate.

While buying condoms from the shop, I felt the same excitement I had in my college days. I picked up a pack of Durex Ultra Thin. Along with a full bottle of whiskey. I have the intention of making Sushmita drink, too. Let's see.

I finished bathing by 12:15. I put on a fresh t-shirt and shorts. Applied deodorant. Then I spread a clean sheet on the bedroom bed. I lightly sprayed some room freshener.

I made a small peg and sat in the drawing room. Now, just waiting. But time just wouldn't pass. I lit a cigarette. I called my dear friend Pranab. He picked up after two rings.

"What's up, you idiot? Where were you?" Pranab said.

I told him everything about Sushmita. Pranab has been my friend since first grade. We have a pact that even if we die, we won't tell anyone else's secrets. That trust is there. Pranab is a divorcee. He had a love marriage, but it didn't last. Since then, he hasn't walked down that road.

Hearing everything, Pranab jumped with excitement.

"Oh, man! That means it's your wedding night today. Uff, how is the girl, brother?"

"She's a cracker, a total "maal" as they say," I told Pranab.

"My mouth is watering just hearing this. Let me taste her, too," Pranab said, clearly joking.

I said, "Get lost, you idiot. You hook up with someone new every other day, why are you eyeing my girl?"

Pranab laughed loudly on the other end of the phone. He said, "Enjoy it, you rascal. If you can, show me at least a couple of photos of your "Slutty Teacher"

"Sure, I will. Hang up now," I said and cut the call.

I looked at the clock. 1:10 PM. Ten minutes past. What happened? Is she not coming?

The calling bell rang, but at 1:20. I thought I would show some feigned anger, but when I opened the door, I just stood there, jaw dropped.

On the other side of the door was Sushmita. A black saree, a red short-sleeved blouse, quite deep-cut. The cleavage was very visible. A thin-pleated saree. A significant part of her waist was visible. For the first time, my eyes landed on her navel.

Is that a navel or a staircase to heaven?
 I have rarely seen such a beautiful and deep navel. Controlling myself, I said, "Come in, come inside."

Sushmita brushed past me and walked in. Not jasmine today, but the room filled with the fragrance of intense tuberose perfume.

As soon as she entered, Sushmita asked, "Won't we sit here, or in the bedroom?"

I had been having dirty thoughts about her all along, yet her straight-forwardness left me slightly stunned.

I regained my composure immediately and said, "Sure, let’s sit in the bedroom."

Before I could even lead the way, Sushmita headed toward the bedroom. Although she knows everything in this house, today felt a bit different. I bolted the front door securely and went into the bedroom.

Entering, there was another surprise. I think Sushmita decided to give me a heart attack today.

I walked in to find Sushmita sitting on the corner of the bed, having lit a cigarette.

As I entered, she said, "I hope you don't mind."

I thought to myself, this is the kind of woman I like. Smart, behaving like a whore but familiar. A killer combination.

I said, "I don't mind at all, do whatever you want. Do you want to drink some whiskey today?"

Taking a long drag of the cigarette and exhaling smoke, she said, "I could drink a little today. But I will make the pegs for both of us."

Whore, she had been acting like a lady all this time. Fine. Today I'll see how much of a whore she can be in bed.

I said, "If you open the cupboard door under the dressing table, you'll find the glasses and the whiskey bottle. Take them out, I'll go get water and ice." Saying this, I went out.

Stepping out of the room, I realized my cock was starting to get hard. While Sushmita was sitting on the bed smoking, the saree had slipped further from her stomach. A fair, soft, plump waist. The visual is enough to make one's mouth water.

When I brought the water, Sushmita looked at me, took the water bottle and the ice tray, and turned around to make the pegs. The blouse was cut quite low at the back. Her soft, fair back was slightly sweaty. I had completely forgotten that the AC wasn't on. I turned it on immediately.

Without turning back, Sushmita said "Thank you" in a soft voice.

I couldn't resist her perfume and her back.

I went behind her and hugged her. The scent of tuberose was coming from her whole body. I buried my face in her neck and gave her a gentle kiss. She didn't object. I ran my fingers over the exposed parts of her back. She didn't say anything then, either.

"Whiskey's ready," she said, turning to face me. I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her clothes had slipped from her chest. The scent of perfume was coming from her cleavage. As I leaned in to kiss her, Sushmita stopped me with her finger. She asked, "What is the reward for today's work?"

I said, "Ten thousand."

With a smirk, Sushmita picked up a glass and sat on the bed. As she sat, her saree lifted slightly from the bottom, revealing her lower legs. Fair, thick calves with silver anklets. Before the whiskey even hit my stomach, my head started spinning. I took my glass and went to sit beside her on the bed. Raising my glass, I said, "Cheers, baby."

Sushmita clinked her glass against mine. Then she asked, "You think I'm a baby?"

I said, "Not everyone's, but you're my baby."

Sushmita laughed and took a sip. A drop of whiskey landed on her lips, painted in deep red lipstick.

I was slowly losing control. I pulled her close and licked the drop of whiskey off her lips. Sushmita immediately grabbed the collar of my polo t-shirt. There was only a few inches of gap between our faces. Locking eyes with me, she said, "If you don't drive me crazy today, I will kill you."

What did Sushmita say?!?

For a few seconds, I couldn't believe my ears.

Hearing this from her mouth my cock feel like it wanted to burst through my underwear and pants.

I pulled her close. She was still gripping my collar. I pressed my lips hard against hers.

A few seconds later, her lips parted. I pushed my wet tongue into her mouth. Sushmita responded. She tangled her tongue with mine. I greedily licked her wet lips and tongue. She was still holding my collar. She was making soft sounds while kissing. Our lips were soaked in each other's saliva. I gently began to lift her saree from her calves while kissing. Past the calves, I stopped at her knees. Sensing her consent, I lifted it further. Thick, soft, plump thighs, waxed. It felt like butter. I grabbed her thigh with my strong hand. Sushmita let go of my collar and hugged me. Her saree was still lifted up to her thighs. Like the trunk of a palm tree, thick yet extremely soft thighs. I couldn't resist the temptation. I leaned down and kissed her thigh. Sushmita shuddered a little. I showered her thighs with kisses, licking them like a starved man. Sushmita let her body go limp on the bed.

Then she sat up. She got off the bed and went straight to the table, taking the whiskey bottle and gulping down raw whiskey. Then she pulled off her saree in one go. Standing there in just a blouse and petticoat. Her slightly fleshy stomach and waist were calling out with dangerous invitations. I took off my t-shirt. I was feeling hot even in the AC. Sushmita looked at my bare torso with intoxicated eyes. I pulled her close, holding her waist while sitting on the bed. I kissed her stomach and waist. Then I gently inserted my tongue into her deep navel.

"Uff, Dipak," Sushmita let out.

I was swirling my tongue inside her navel. She started tossing and turning.

"Please, leave me," she said in a pathetic voice.

I looked up once and said, "I didn't call you here to leave you today."

Sushmita pressed my head to her stomach. I pushed my tongue all the way into her navel.

My hand moved from her waist toward her upper body. Slowly, my hand touched Sushmita's soft, plump boobs through the blouse. I gently squeezed the right one.

"Ahhh," she shrieked and pulled away. She stood a little distance away and looked at me with wounded eyes.

I didn't understand why there was hurt in her eyes. I went up to her. Hugging her waist, I asked, "What happened, baby?"

Sushmita turned her face away.

I leaned into her ear and whispered, "I have a great desire to see your boobs. Won't you show them?"

Sushmita smiled to herself. Smiling, she started unbuttoning her blouse with her own hands. And before me, the treasures of seven kingdoms began to be revealed.

Once all the buttons were undone, I pulled the blouse down. Behind the black bra, her firm, guava-like breasts heaved. I buried my face in her cleavage. Sushmita held my head. As I moved my hand toward the bra hooks, Sushmita pushed me onto the bed. Then she poured some more from the whiskey bottle on the table. I was watching her from a semi-recumbent position on the side of the bed. After sending the whiskey down her throat, Sushmita raised her hands above her head in a stretching posture. Actually, that wasn't it. She showed me her shaved, shiny underarm to make me even greedier.

And her attempt succeeded. I went up, held her hands up again, and licked her underarm like a dog. The scent of tuberose was extremely intense in her soft underarm. That scent intoxicated me. I started licking both underarms alternately like a madman. Sushmita's whole body was trembling with excitement. My hairy, masculine chest was rubbing against her bra-covered breasts. She pushed me away again. I moved away and picked up my whiskey glass. I sat half-reclined on the bed.

Sushmita looked at me from head to toe. Then she lowered her head and gently pulled the drawstring of her petticoat. The petticoat fell to the floor, exposing her black panties. Goosebumps broke out on my body. My daughter's tuition teacher is standing in front of me in a black bra and panties.

The bulge of Sushmita's fluffy pussy was clearly visible through her panties. She came slowly toward me. Bending down slightly, she pulled down my shorts. She placed her hand on my hard cock through my underwear. My underwear was a bit wet with precum. Sushmita looked at that and smiled mysteriously. Then she sat beside me.

As she gently pulled down my underwear, my cock stood straight in front of her eyes. She gripped my cock with her soft hand.

Then she said, "I haven't come only for the money, I need this even more."
 Without wasting a second, she put almost half of my cock in her mouth. I stroked her hair and said, "Suck it well, suck it well."

Sushmita began sucking my cock with a slurping sound. Sometimes she licked the head with her tongue.

I shuddered.

She took my cock back into her mouth.

I have never seen anyone suck so well. My wife can't do a fraction of this. Moreover, she doesn't even seem to like it. To hell with that.

I pressed Sushmita's head down onto my cock. It went all the way into her throat. I pulled it out immediately.

Saliva was dripping from her mouth. The lipstick was a bit smudged.

I didn't wait any longer. I pulled the hook of her bra. I was now the owner of Sushmita's plump guavas. Not very big, but perfectly shaped, soft, fluffy breasts. Brown nipples. I squeezed both breasts together.

"Ahhh, slowly, it hurts," Sushmita cried out.

"Let it hurt," I said, and kept playing with a nipple with my tongue. Then I took the left nipple into my mouth and started sucking.

She was tossing and turning. I squeezed the two breasts together. The nipples came close. I took both nipples into my mouth together and started sucking.

"Oh my god, oh yes, suck it Dipak, suck it, darling," Sushmita shrieked.

I knew the woman was now completely under my control. I laid her down on the bed. From her breasts to her navel, across her lower belly, I reached her bulging mound and locked eyes with her. She was staring at me fixedly. She was biting her index finger with her teeth.

She said, "Please suck my pussy, darling."

I knew the woman liked dirty talk. Of course, a woman of her character would like all this.

I gently pulled down her panties. Quite a bulging fluffy one. Beautifully shaved, soft. I gave a kiss to her pussy. Then I inserted my finger. It was dripping wet, making slurping sounds. Then I pulled it apart to expose her pussy. A wet pussy, light pink in the middle. I started licking Sushmita's ripe pussy with my tongue. I am sure this pussy has quenched the thirst of many before. But the hunger hasn't decreased.

Sushmita started trembling on the bed. She was tossing and turning like a slaughtered goat with my head pressed against her pussy.

She screamed like a total whore, "Oh mother, oh... lick it, lick it more, more."

I started eating her pussy like a madman. There is pleasure in eating this pussy. As soft as it is, so is its taste. Her pussy was getting drenched in juices.

Sushmita shrieked even louder now, "Insert it now, baby. I can't take it anymore."

This woman is a total slut. Uff, if I could make her my wife, damn, I would fuck her anywhere, anytime. I took my mouth off her pussy and held my cock in front of her mouth. I said, "I want this to feel the warmth of your body. Without any protection"

Her face turned red with shame. She said, "I want that too."

That's what I wanted to hear. I said, "Suck it."

She closed her eyes and took the cock held in front of her mouth into her mouth. Within moments, my male organ stood straight again.

I started hitting her pussy with my cock. The ripe pussy of the slut was wet with juices. After rubbing it a bit on top of the pussy, I touched the head of my cock to the entrance of her pussy. Sushmita sat up immediately. She said, "I really love riding, but..."

I understood that her husband failed to give her pleasure. Today I will give her pleasure. I lay down. My cock was standing hard. I said, "Sit on me."

Sushmita mounted me. She raised her body on her feet. Her massive, tanpura-like butt seemed to dance. I touched my cock to her pussy and said, "Now."

Sushmita understood. With a light pressure from her pussy, my seven-inch giant cock went entirely into Sushmita's pussy with a wet sound. How hot the inside of her pussy was. And so much juice, it was making wet sounds. Her whole body began to sway slowly. Her butt was hitting my balls due to her moving up and down.

"Fuck me Dipak, fuck me hard, darling," Sushmita said.

The speed of her swaying was increasing. With both hands, she pulled her hair up as if tying it. Tiny beads of sweat had gathered in her underarms. I grabbed her breasts. I started twisting the nipples with my fingers.

"Ummm, you are great, awesome. How am I, darling? Better than your wife?"

I knew this question was coming. Because women love comparisons. And if they can find out they are the best in comparison, they are very happy. Then you can get whatever you want.

I said, "Your boudi isn't even close to you. You are just maddeningly beautiful."

The talk continued, along with the fucking. After riding my cock for a long time, she got off.

I made her sit face down. I was a tiger then, a tiger that had just tasted blood. Sitting her face down, I slapped her massive, plump butt hard. The butt shook. Sushmita shrieked.

Then I pushed my cock into her pussy from below her butt in one go.

"Ouch, I'll die Dipak, slowly darling," Sushmita cried out.

I said while fucking her doggy style, "Today you will kill me with the pleasure you are giving. How long it's been since I’ve had the taste of pleasure."

After this, what Sushmita said, any boy would go crazy hearing it.

She said, "Fuck me darling, fuck me as much as you want. Fuck me more. Harder, harder..."

There were wet sounds of my lower belly hitting her butt. At the final moment, I pulled my cock out of her pussy. As I held it in front of her mouth again, she started sucking my juice smeared cock with great pleasure. But not for long. A little later, my body shuddered. Like lava, thick but white, dense cum sprayed out. I sprayed the whole thing on Sushmita's face. She stuck her tongue out and licked my cum.

Where was this girl before?!

Boys like me would be blessed if they found a girl like this, and the one who found her, the bastard, can't even manage her. A strange world.

Sushmita licked my cum covered cock clean. I took the whiskey glass from the table beside the bed and drank some. Sushmita took the glass from my hand and poured the rest down her own throat.

My daughter's tuition teacher. Naked, in my bed, bought for my wedding, used for my wedding night, a bed my wife has rights to, my daughter's tuition teacher Sushmita is lying here. This is exactly what I wanted that day.

I lay down on the bed. The clock struck 4:30.

Sushmita came and rested her head on my arm while still naked. She lit a cigarette. I pulled her face and kissed her. She lay quietly.

Sushmita opened her mouth first.

"Thanks for this unforgettable evening, Dipak."

I said, "Thanks to you too. For giving rein to my lost, suppressed, repressed desires again."

She wrapped her soft thighs around my leg. She said, "When will your wife come?" She was talking, but her hand was on my cock. It was starting to get hard again at her touch.

I took the cigarette from her hand, took a drag, and said, "Today."

Sushmita sat up on the bed with a start. Her busy eyes started searching for her belongings scattered all over the room. I squeezed one of her breasts, reaching out from the side of her back. She turned to look immediately. 
I said, "There's time. The 6:15 train." Saying this, I pulled her back down. We locked lips. I brought my body over hers. Sushmita wrapped her butter-soft, palm-tree-thick thighs around my waist. I gently pushed my hardened dick into Sushmita's slightly parted pussy.


Sushmita is standing in front of the mirror, ready, applying lipstick. She will leave now. I am sitting on the bed, watching her. I said, "You've been out of the house for so long, won't your husband say anything?"

After applying lipstick, she rubbed her upper lip against her lower lip, looked at me, and said, "He is not at home. He will return late. He went to Burdwan. That's why I could come dressed like this."

I laughed and took out twenty 500 rupee notes from my wallet and placed them in front of her. Looking at that, Sushmita said, "I will take only ten," and took ten notes and put them in her bag.

"Do you still think I came for money? Yes, I have a need for money. But if that was the only need, I wouldn't have come today," Sushmita said.

I said, "I told a friend of mine about you. Don't worry, he's trustworthy. A childhood friend. He wanted to see your photo."

She looked at me with suspicious eyes. She said, "Will you show him a photo, or will you show him the whole me?"

She's a total pornstar. Where was a girl like this for so long? Just thinking about what she said made my cock tingle again.

Sushmita put her side bag on her shoulder and walked toward the gate. I went with her. The watch says 6:30. My wife was supposed to call after getting on the train. She didn't. If Sushmita leaves, I'll do it then.

Near the gate, I hugged her one more time. Mischievously, I squeezed her breast.

She said, "Didn't have enough all afternoon?"

I said, "The kind of thing you are, I will never have enough."

She smiled sweetly. Before opening the gate, she said, "If you see, ten notes will work. But if a friend sees, I will take twenty notes," and walked out.

Uff, if a Bengali housewife is like this, then which idiot watches porn. Thinking about her, I will jerk off tonight. My heart was still trembling with excitement.

I locked the door, turned around, and was heading toward the washroom, when the calling bell rang again. Did Sushmita leave something behind? Maybe that's it.

As soon as I opened the door, Rumi jumped onto my chest.

"Daddy, we're here. Surprise. I was missing you a lot. Hey, speaking of missing, did Miss Sushmita come home, Daddy? I thought I saw Miss at the mouth of our alley," my daughter said continuously. 
I saw her mother standing a little further away, paying the taxi fare. My head is not working. 
What should I tell Rumi? How will I manage?

To be continued.....