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

[Night_Rider]

The Tutor's Secret - Part 4


Hearing the name "Miss" from my daughter’s lips sent a shiver down my spine. But I tried my best not to let it show. Luckily, Soma hadn't entered the room yet. It is easier to fool a daughter than a mother.

I hugged Rumi and said, "Huh? No, honey, Miss didn't come today. You must have mistaken someone else."

Rumi replied, "No, it was Miss. Do I have bad eyesight like Grandpa? I saw her clearly."

I stroked her hair and said, "Miss Sushmita loves you a lot, doesn't she?"

Rumi pouted and said, "A lot. And I love her too."

I thought to myself, "Your father loves her too," but out loud I said, "You must have seen someone else; if she had come here, she would have looked for you. See, she didn't come."

Rumi looked a bit thoughtful. She hummed to herself, "She didn't come?? Then maybe someone else... how much do they look alike?"

I said, "That must be it, you silly girl."

Rumi grabbed her favorite doll lying on the living room sofa and danced her way into the bedroom.

My wife entered the room and placed her bag on the floor. Her eyes showed exhaustion, but there was a sweet smile on her lips. She said, "I took the 4:30 train to surprise you. The train wasn't late today. I got a taxi as soon as I reached. You weren't feeling too lonely, were you?"

I gave a dry smile and said, "No... I mean, I was busy with chores and my own work."

My wife’s eyes wandered to the living room sofa and then toward the bedroom door. Can they smell the intense jasmine perfume Sushmita wears? Soma didn't say anything about Sushmita. Did she not notice? Or did she see but choose not to say anything?

My heart was pounding. I walked quickly to the room and sprayed the room freshener again. Did I leave any trace of Sushmita behind? The whiskey bottle is in the drawer, but the glasses? I carefully checked the bathroom and the kitchen, realizing Sushmita had tidied everything up before leaving. The only signs of her presence were in my mind, the slight crease on the bedsheet, and that intoxicating fragrance lingering in the air.

It was night. Rumi had fallen asleep. Usually, she sleeps with her grandparents, but since we were away, she had been sleeping with us. She was in a deep, unconscious sleep at the edge of the bed. Soma and I were lying side by side, both awake. Her body language was different tonight. Perhaps there was a sense of guilt for not being home, or an unspoken yearning for affection in her eyes and body.

I hugged her and began stroking her back gently. The memories of the moments spent with Sushmita were still vivid in my brain. I hugged my wife and rubbed her back. Soma sleeps in a sari, a cotton sari and blouse. Soma's breasts are a bit large, but they have sagged. They don't have that firm, youthful quality that Sushmita’s body has.

Still, I lied and said, "You look very beautiful tonight."

She smiled shyly. I knew I wouldn't find the same intensity or pleasure in being with her that I found with Sushmita. But I thought of playing a strange game tonight. I had planned to jerk imagining Sushmita, but my plan had shifted now. I decided to sleep with Soma while imagining Sushmita in my mind.

I squeezed Soma's sagging breasts. As I unhooked her blouse, I buried my face in her neck. She shivered slightly. When I tried to kiss her, she turned her face away. Let her, I didn't really want to engage in foreplay anyway.

As my hand slid inside her sari over her stomach, she dug her nails into my back. I bit down on one of her breasts.

Thinking of Sushmita made my arousal skyrocket. As I touched Soma, Sushmita’s deep navel, her black bra, her panties, her smoking style, naked body, her fleshy thighs, and the perfume radiating from her body all flashed before my eyes. I couldn't hold back anymore.

I lifted Soma's sari and thrust into her. If it were Sushmita, her dirty talk and scandalous moans would have increased the pleasure of the act tenfold. But Soma just lay there with a shy expression. Never mind, I just wanted to finish. Nothing else.

But her passivity didn't let my arousal last long. I pulled out of her after a while and emptied my seed onto the bedsheet.

It was late in the night. Soma had fallen asleep, exhausted. I looked at her face in the light of the street lamp coming through the window. She was sleeping in peace. But there was a fire of restlessness in my mind. After sleeping with Sushmita, being with Soma felt irritating. That style, that body of Sushmita... I am losing myself in her addiction.

Sushmita came to tutor Rumi two days later. I wasn't home, of course. When I got back, I heard she had visited. She didn't mention seeing the new teacher, though. I had caught on to her feigned anger on the very first day. Today, I was sure of it.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I always carry my phone with me. I messaged Sushmita:

"No sign of you, did you forget me?"

I got a reply within a minute:

"I can see who has forgotten whom."

I thought for a moment and typed back:

"I want to meet. When can we?"

The reply came:

"Maybe next Friday. But where?"

That was a good question. Where?

Suddenly, Pranab crossed my mind. I typed, "I'll let you know."

She replied, "Okay."

It wouldn't be right to call Pranab now. I'll do it later tonight.

After dinner, it is my habit to go to the roof and smoke a cigarette. I went to the roof tonight too. But today, the purpose wasn't just to smoke, it was to call Pranab.

I lit a cigarette and dialed Pranab. He picked up just as it was about to cut off.

"Tell me, are you still tired from last night?" he asked.

I laughed and said, "Not tired, if I had her now, I'd jump right back in."

Pranab laughed even louder. "How was the experience, brother?"

I flicked the ash off my cigarette and said, "She's a firecracker, Ponu, a total firecracker. Even the top women in Sonagachi would lose to this housewife. The whore really drained me."

Pranab said enthusiastically, "What are you saying, man?!"

I replied, "You heard me right."

Pranab then pleaded, "Let me have a taste of her once. It's been a long time since I've had a 'fresh' pussy, brother."

I lowered my voice and said, "That's why I called you, you idiot. Listen carefully."



When I came down from the roof, my daughter was asleep, and Soma was lying in bed browsing her phone.

I asked, "Haven't you slept yet?"

My wife said in a soft voice, "You weren't coming, so..."

I understood that after last night's events, she probably wanted to be intimate again. Whether she actually wanted it or was just trying to please her husband, I couldn't tell. The point was, I had no enthusiasm. Soma's body didn't excite me in the slightest anymore. It felt like it never would again.

The next morning, while having tea, I messaged Sushmita.

"Remember I told you about Pranab? That friend of mine."

Ten minutes later, the reply came: "Yes."

I wrote, "Do you have any objection to going to his place on Friday?"

Another five minutes passed.

"A friend's house? Suddenly?" she wrote.

"So that I can have you to myself in one of his rooms."

Silence again. This woman thinks too much.

"Okay, fine," she wrote back.

"Then I will pick you up in my car on Friday. I'll let you know the time in a day or two," I wrote.

Sushmita’s worried message arrived: "What? From in front of my house? Are you crazy?"

"Then?" I asked.

Sushmita’s witty reply came: "You tell me the time, I'll tell you the place," and she went offline. This woman knows very well how to keep men occupied.

Sushmita's husband won't be home on Friday. So she will be free the whole day. After talking to Pranab, I fixed the visit for the afternoon. And it was decided that Sushmita wouldn't be picked up from her house, but from a rickshaw stand some distance away from her neighborhood—the Bottala Rickshaw Stand. The place remains relatively deserted. So that was decided.

Sushmita had asked what she should wear, since it was her first time going to Pranab's place. I could tell she had something else planned in her head. I told her she could wear whatever she wanted, because the person was Pranab. And I won't lie, deep down in my mind, there was a hidden desire to see Sushmita with Pranab, in an obscene way. I don't know why, but that desire was becoming increasingly intense.

It was 11:30 AM on Friday. That was the time we were supposed to meet. I drove to the Bottala stand. Sushmita was nowhere to be seen. I turned the car and parked it in the right position so it wouldn't be difficult to leave. It was empty. A rickshaw puller was dozing off after drinking local liquor at the stand. After turning the car, I looked through the viewfinder. And my head spun.

Is this Sushmita?

She was walking from a distance. A black mini-dress, exposing her fleshy, soft, fair thighs completely. The straps of the dress were thin. Loose hair, sindur on her forehead. Black heels, black sunglasses. My rod was trembling. What is she wearing!! She doesn't look like someone's wife. She looks like a high-end escort.

She walked, swinging her hips, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat next to me with a smart look. As she sat, her enticing thighs were even more exposed in front of me. I could smell jasmine flowers today. Sitting next to me, she said, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long."

I said, "If you had worn something even hotter by making me wait longer, I would have waited."

Sushmita adjusted her hair and said, "If it were any hotter than this, I wouldn't have been able to walk down the street."

I laughed and started the car. As soon as we left the neighborhood and hit the main road, Sushmita's hand touched the zipper of my pants. I looked at her. Then I unzipped it.

The speed of the car was touching sixty.

To be continued...