[Night_Rider]

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[Night_Rider]

[Night_Rider]

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

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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...

[Night_Rider]

Nice start……

Please continue and finish the story

Thanks for responding. Will continue the story for sure. Though It's a real one:-)

[Night_Rider]

Nice story... please continue

Thank you foe for the appreciation. Will continue the story for sure.

[Night_Rider]

[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......

[Night_Rider]

superb!!! please continue

Thank you. I am trying to post a new part everyday.

[Night_Rider]

Nice one…..it seems actual….as you said….
doesnt look you are a new writer…..
Please continue

Thanks a lot. I didn’t just pass it off as a true story for the sake of writing. It is an event that actually happened in my life two years ago. I couldn't resist the urge to share this experience with you all. I will definitely continue.

[Night_Rider]

[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.....

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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...

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The Tutor's Secret  Part - 5

The car's speed is increasing, but my gaze remains glued to the open, thick, fair folds of Susmita's thighs rather than the road. As we hit an open stretch of the main road, she pulled down my pants completely. Susmita’s touch sent a jolt of lightning through my lower belly. Over my underwear, Susmita touched my swelling dick. She was very calm, acting as if nothing had happened. But as the pressure of her hand tightened on my dick, I pressed harder on the car steering wheel.


"In a big rush today, aren't you?" Susmita said with a crooked smile. Her voice today sounded even more flirtatious, even more intoxicating.

Then, in a lustful tone, she said, "Please talk dirty today. I want to hear it."

Hearing that, both my mind and my dick leaped up. Susmita had truly come out as a thorough whore today.

I said through clenched teeth, "I've been waiting for ages just to see you, you bitch. But the way you've dressed, it's getting impossible to even drive."

Hearing that, Susmita let out an "Ahah" sound. Then she crossed one thigh over the other. The thighs quivered and shook. She wasn't even wearing any slacks underneath. As she crossed her thighs, I caught a glimpse of red, narrow lace panties, and since no bra straps were visible, it had to be a tube bra. Just that glimpse of her panties tightened me up completely. I felt like taking Susmita to Sonagachi and standing her there so customers could line up and fuck her.

Susmita took my left hand and placed it on her thigh. Her skin was strangely smooth and warm. She had probably waxed it just this morning. I couldn't figure out what she wanted to do today; her body language was completely different. But this reckless demeanor of hers was pushing me toward ultimate excitement.

I kept my right hand on the steering wheel and gave a gentle slap to Susmita's thigh with my left hand. She let out a soft cry, which was swallowed by the engine noise.

Susmita took off her sunglasses, looked at me with heavily lined eyes, and said, "Listen, Deepak, there's no hiding anything today. Whether Pranab is my friend or enemy doesn't matter. I came to satisfy your addiction, and if you want, you can even pass me over to your friend. That's what you want, right? I have no objection. Just make sure the number of notes is twenty instead of ten."

I tried to calm my dirty mind. I said, "You're overthinking, Susmita. I want you to be only mine, but the excitement of that situation... are you really this brave?"

Susmita grabbed the side of my shirt, pulling me close, and stopped right near my lips. I glanced at her for a split second and looked back at the road. There was no hesitation in her eyes today, only intense lust.

She said, "Brave? How brave I am, I'll prove it today right in your friend's bedroom. But remember, Deepak, I am no doll. I know how to get what I want. The way you're neglecting your wife—will it be the same with me? Will I grow old? Or am I something else to you?"

I gave a gentle squeeze to Susmita's thigh. My fingers sank into that plump, soft flesh. I said, "Soma is just a routine for me now. You are my dream fairy."

Susmita burst into a giggle. She said, "A minute ago you called me a bitch, and now a fairy? What nonsense."

I said, "Well, you said it yourself. Dirty talk increases the excitement, right?"

Susmita took a cigarette from a pack on the dashboard, lit it, and said, "Very much, I just love it."

I didn't talk anymore; I shifted gears and drove the car at top speed toward Pranab's house. The heat of our bodies was burning the air inside the car to ashes.

Pranab's house is a bit away from the city's hustle and bustle. You could call it the new habitat of Kolkata. Large high-rise buildings, malls, offices, and housing complexes make the place look quite modern. But despite the surroundings, people's primal instincts never change. Take me and Pranab, for instance. We are prime examples of that.

I drove the car into the City Heights housing complex. I've been here many times before. I knew the parking spot. I parked the car in the right place.

Stepping out of the car, Susmita put her sunglasses back on again. The security guard at the gate was staring at her with his mouth wide open. Understandable. A woman with a head full of vermilion yet the demeanor of a total whore—he probably hadn't seen such a unique piece before.

Susmita asked, "Which floor is your friend's flat on?"

Locking the car, I said, "Tenth floor."

Susmita made a oooh sound with her mouth. I asked, "What happened?"

She said, "I love high-rise flats. No shortage of light and air."

I realized Susmita's desires in life were probably mostly unfulfilled. I wrapped my waist gently around her and said, "Let's go. Hopefully, you'll like my friend too. Not grumpy like me, but cheerful."

Susmita laughed like a loose woman and leaned her head against my body, swaying her hips like a tanpura as she walked toward the lift.

When we rang the doorbell of Pranab's flat, the door opened almost immediately. The moment the door opened, Pranab's eyes froze.

Susmita was standing there. The black mini dress made her body look even more mesmerizing. The dress ended right around the upper part of her thighs, leaving her soft, fair, thick thighs almost entirely bare. The deep cleavage above her breasts was clear beneath the narrow straps. Her open hair was scattered over her shoulders, lips painted in a deep red shade, dark sunglasses on her eyes. Silver anklets on her feet. I knew what Pranab's condition was. A few days ago, I had experienced almost the exact same thing.

To ease the situation a bit, I stood between them and said, "Pranab, this is Susmita, Rumi's teacher, and Susmita, this is my childhood friend, Pranab."

Pranab still had no words in his mouth. Susmita smiled and said, "Aren't you going to ask us to come inside?"

Her words broke Pranab out of his trance. Startled, he said, "Extremely sorry, please, please come in."

I was thinking to myself, He's asking her to come inside, but his mind wants to go inside Susmita.

Pranab said, "Deepak, even when you told me about her, you didn't mention she was this gorgeous. I asked for pictures so many times, and you just said 'you'll see in person.' Well, the wait was worth it."

All three of us laughed. Pranab gestured for us to sit on the sofa with a wave of his hand.

Susmita sat on the large black sofa in Pranab's drawing room. The moment she sat down, the black mini dress rode up even higher. Her soft, round, fair thighs were exposed almost entirely. She sat with her legs slightly apart, as if intentionally. She crossed her right leg slightly over her left, making the softer, plumper inner part of her thighs more prominent.

Susmita sat straight, leaning back into the sofa. This made her ripe guava-like breasts push up even higher. The narrow straps of the mini dress slipped slightly off her shoulders, clearly revealing the deep cleavage between her breasts and a large portion of her soft shoulders. One strap was practically on the verge of falling off her shoulder.

She pushed her hair back with one hand and tilted her head back slightly. As she moved her hair, her glossy armpit was flashed for a moment. A shy yet mischievous smile played on the corners of her lips. Her eyes were half-closed, her gaze carrying an inviting allure. She had taken off her sunglasses and placed them beside her; now she could be looked at straight in the eyes. Meeting her gaze felt like a cold, exciting shiver running down the spine.

Pranab and I were both sitting on the sofa opposite her. Pranab's eyes were locked on Susmita's open thighs. Noticing this, Susmita intentionally moved her left leg slightly further apart, making the inner part of her thighs even more visible.

In a soft, sweet voice, Susmita said,

"Why are you looking at me like that? I feel so uncomfortable."

As she spoke, I noticed a suppressed smile on Susmita's lips. There was no discomfort in her eyes, only a shameless mischief. As she shifted slightly, the dress rode up even more. Now her red lace panties were dangerously flashed once again.

Susmita made no attempt to hide it. Instead, she stroked her own thigh with her hand and said,

"The dress got a bit short, didn't it? Sorry."

Pranab cleared his throat and said,

"Sorry?? Sorry for what?" and suddenly stood up.

Susmita said, "Oh, calm down."

Pranab said excitedly, "Calm down?! You're driving me crazy and telling me to calm down? You're sitting like this, and you want us to stay calm?"

Susmita tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes. Then she said very slowly,

"No need to stay calm. I know what state you two are in. What's happening to you guys seeing my body... I'm enjoying that too."

As she spoke, she began rubbing her fingers softly against her exposed thighs. Her eyes were fixed on us, her lips wet. The drawing room's atmosphere had grown lustful, blending the scent of jasmine flowers with the heat of Susmita's body.

Pranab said, "Can I drop the formal 'apni' and call you 'tumi'?"

Susmita smiled and said, "Yes, that's better. Formalities don't suit me anyway."

Saying this, she pulled a cigarette pack out of her handbag, took out a cigarette, and looking at Pranab, said, "Hope you don't mind if I smoke."

Pranab licked his lips and said, "No, no, smoke whatever you want."

Susmita raised an eyebrow and said, "Whatever I want?"

Pranab was completely flustered. He said, "I mean yes, what will you have... I mean, what will you have."

Susmita flicked the ash into the ashtray in front of her and said, "Whisky on the rocks."

Pranab looked at my face. I nodded, gesturing for him to get it.

By then, all three of us had a few good pegs of whisky in our stomachs. Foreign instrumental music was playing at a low volume on the drawing room's music system. Outside it was blazing sun, but Pranab's 2-ton AC kept the indoor temperature very comfortable. Susmita was smoking a bit more today. Pranab's eyes wouldn't leave her.

I gave Pranab a pat on the back and said, "What do you think?"

Pranab whispered, "Brother, what a piece you've found, dammit. I can't control myself anymore."

I said, "You always act so smart. Go on, try her."

Pranab looked at me. I gave silent consent.

Pranab got up and walked toward Susmita, who was lounging on the sofa.

The distance between Pranab and Susmita began to shrink. Susmita was sitting on the sofa with her legs slightly apart, the dress ridden up to expose almost both her entire thighs. Pranab walked toward her with slow steps. His eyes shifted from Susmita's open thighs to the deep cleavage of her breasts, and back to her thick, fair thighs.

Pranab walked up and stood right in front of her. Susmita lifted her head slightly to look at Pranab. A faint smile was on her lips, but clear intoxication in her eyes. When Pranab came very close, Susmita parted her legs a little more, as if issuing a silent invitation.

Pranab knelt down right in front of the sofa. Now his face was very close to Susmita's open thighs. His warm breath touched her soft skin. Pranab slowly raised his right hand and placed it on Susmita's left thigh.

Susmita shuddered slightly. Her breathing grew a bit faster.

Pranab stroked his hand upward and said in a low voice, "Your skin is so soft... and so smooth and warm."

Susmita bit her lip and smiled. Running her fingers through Pranab's hair, she said,

"Your touch feels even warmer."

Pranab's hand moved higher. His fingers rubbed against the softest part of the inside of Susmita's thigh. A part of Susmita's red lace panties was visible from very close. Pranab brought his face closer and took a deep breath, sniffing the scent of her body just like a dog.

"Your scent... it's making my head spin," Pranab whispered.

Susmita closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly. She placed a hand on Pranab's shoulder, gave a gentle squeeze, and said,

"Come closer... why are you scared?"

I sat on the opposite sofa, watching them. I never knew watching could bring this much happiness.

Pranab got up and sat next to Susmita on the sofa. Now their bodies were almost touching. Pranab wrapped one arm around Susmita's shoulder, and with the other hand, began rubbing her exposed thigh. His face was very close to Susmita's neck.

Susmita shivered slightly, brought her mouth close to Pranab's ear, and whispered, "Your manhood has been hard for a long time, I can feel it. Are you so excited seeing my body?"

Pranab tightened his grip on Susmita's shoulder and replied,

"Yes. These open thighs of yours, this chest, these eyes... I can't control myself anymore. I want to touch you... everywhere."

Susmita brought her face close to Pranab's lips, almost touching them, and said,

"Then touch me... no one is stopping you. I came today for both of you anyway. That's what Deepak wants too, right?" Saying this, Susmita looked at me.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing hard-on. I started stroking it shamelessly.

With a greedy look in her eyes, Susmita reached out and gently touched Pranab's dick over his track pants. Pranab couldn't hold back anymore. He plunged his lips into Susmita's. Susmita responded fully. Their lips and tongues intertwined. Their bodies tangled up on the sofa.

After a long kiss, Susmita stood up. Her legs were slightly wobbly from the whisky. I got up too and stood in front of her. Susmita took Pranab's hand and my hand in her two hands and asked, "Which way is the bedroom?"

Even though Pranab is a bachelor, he keeps his house quite tidy. The bedroom is beautifully decorated. A large double bed has a light bluish floral bedsheet spread on it.

Entering the room, Pranab turned on the AC and the bedside table lamp. Susmita stood in the middle of the room. I went and sat on the bed.

The black mini dress clung to every curve of Susmita's body. The thin straps, the cleavage, the dress ridden up to her thighs—everything seemed tailored just to excite us.

Pranab hugged Susmita from behind. Both his hands pressed down on Susmita's breasts.

"Well, madam, did you dress up so nicely just for us?" Saying this, Pranab gently slipped down both straps. The dress dropped down to her waist. She was wearing a red tube bra underneath.

I walked over and kissed Susmita. She wrapped her arms around my neck. While kissing her, I unhooked her bra. Her ripe guava-like breasts bounced up before our eyes. The brown nipples were hard. Susmita stood wearing only her red lace panties. The front of her panties was wet.

Lowering her eyes in shyness, Susmita said, "What have you two started doing together to me?"

Grabbing and squeezing her breasts in both his fists like a greedy fool, Pranab said, "Still feeling shy? With this wet pussy?"

Hearing that, Susmita seemed to shudder. Pranab's mouth is always dirty. But today the bastard used it in the right place.

Shuddering, Susmita slowly said, "I've been wanting you two for a long time, what could I do if you didn't understand?"

We both stripped off our clothes. My seven-inch dick and Pranab's even longer and thicker dick were standing completely hard.

Susmita reached out and touched both dicks.

Stroking them in her hands, she said, "Uf... both are so nice... today these are my playmates."

All three of us got on the bed.

Susmita knelt down. I stood up on the bed. My dick was right in front of Susmita's mouth. Closing her eyes, she took my dick into her mouth. She started sucking it recklessly. Meanwhile, Pranab lay semi-reclined on the bed, sucking on one of Susmita's breasts like a baby.

The room began to fill with our collective moans.

I pressed Susmita's head and started thrusting into her mouth. A muffled sound came from her throat, her eyes rolling back like a whore's. Because of the hard thrusts, saliva drooled from the corners of her lips.

Now I sat down on the bed, and Pranab stood up on the bed. Susmita's nipples were wet and swollen from Pranab's sucking. We laid Susmita down on the bed. Pranab knelt and went near her face. With a saliva-smeared face, he shoved his massive dick into her mouth. I pulled down her red lace panties. Her swollen pussy was dripping with juices. I buried my face into her pussy like a dog. I began rubbing her clit with my tongue. Susmita thrashed around like crazy. I started licking her wet pussy even harder. Intense moans escaped Susmita's mouth. Pranab's thick dick had stopped her talking. Like a helpless woman, rolling her pupils back, my daughter's teacher was devouring Pranab's dick. Due to the sucking, Pranab's cock throbbed completely.

Looking at me, he said, "Brother, there are condoms in the drawer, go get one."

I said, "Won't need it, what condom does a house whore need? Fuck her, man."

Hearing my word, Pranab lay flat on his back on the bed. We hoisted Susmita on top of him. Susmita placed Pranab's long dick against her wet pussy and slowly pressed down. Gradually, smeared in pussy juices, Pranab's dick entered Susmita's pussy.

"Aaaah... it's going so deep... my stomach is going to burst... uff, fuck."

When Pranab's entire dick went inside, I moved behind her, grabbed her hips, took plenty of spit on my fingers, and started applying it to her asshole. She looked at me with surprised eyes once. Before she could say or understand anything, I touched my thick dick to her anal hole. She startled. With a slightly harder push, the head of my dick slipped into Susmita's ass. She winced. I applied more spit there and started pushing it in. After a while, about three and a half inches of my seven-inch dick entered Susmita's anal hole. Filled with two dicks in two holes, Susmita screamed out, "Oh mother... what the fuck... you pigs... fuck me harder... fuck me even harder."

Tears streamed down Susmita's eyes.

Pranab and I began thrusting in rhythm together. Pranab pushed up from below into her pussy, while I shoved it hard from behind into her ass.

Susmita's body glistened with sweat, even in this freezing AC. Her breasts bounced with the force of the fucking, and Pranab squeezed them hard.

Susmita screamed like a thorough whore,

"Fuck... I'll fill you two friends with pleasure. I'm your whore... fuck me as much as you want," Susmita screamed like crazy.

Excitedly, Pranab said, "You whore... your pussy is so tight... you're swallowing my dick whole. Deepak, push your dick in harder... smash this bitch's backside."

I slapped her ass and said, "Dirty whore... I'm going to fuck you today in a way you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

After about ten minutes, we changed positions. I made Susmita sit doggystyle on the bed. Pranab shoved his cock into her pussy from behind and thrust hard. I shoved my dick into her mouth from the front. Susmita sucked it down to her throat and moaned.

"Make my mouth the pussy for your dick, Deepak, fuck me hard... I'm your common whore from today... you two together, fuck me to your heart's content," Susmita said unclearly even with the dick in her mouth.

Pranab slapped her ass and said, "Did you hear that, Deepak? What is this bitch saying? Today we two will smash both her pussy and mouth. Today you'll pour your cum into this bitch's stomach."

We started thrusting even harder. Susmita's body was trembling, tears in her eyes. But she didn't want to stop. "Harder... fuck me harder... tear my pussy apart... your whore's pussy is open for you guys all day."

Pranab pulled his dick out of her pussy. Susmita lay flat on her back. Pranab took his dick and shoved it back into Susmita's mouth. Now I lifted Susmita's legs onto my shoulders. I drove my dick straight into her juice-soaked, sloppy pussy. Like animals, the two friends fucked my daughter's teacher, Susmita.

Even though I wanted to, I didn't take any risks. At the right moment, I pulled out my dick and brought it right in front of Susmita's mouth.

Using her hands, she grabbed both our cocks. Then she started sucking both dicks hard, alternately. Licking the heads with her tongue, sucking the balls with her tongue. We went completely crazy over Susmita's master craftsmanship.

Pranab was the first to ejaculate into her mouth.

"Take it, you whore... swallow my hot load."

Susmita opened her mouth and swallowed it all down.

A few minutes later, I poured my cum over her face, cheeks, chest, and hair. "Take it, you pussy-fucker, eat it well," I shouted.

Panting, Susmita collapsed flat on the bed. Her body was covered in sweat, cum, and red marks. Her sindoor was smeared.

Both of us lay down on either side of her. Shamelessly, Susmita parted her thighs and dbangd both legs over our bodies. Pranab and I both started stroking her plump thighs.

Laughing, Susmita said, "I want more... the day is still young. If you get tired this fast, how will it work? Fuck me again, both of you together... I'm your dirty whore, right honey?" Saying this, she burst into a strange giggle.

The laughter was very strange, enough to give anyone goosebumps.

I was seeing this side of Susmita for the first time. A market prostitute hidden behind the facade of a housewife.

All three of us were panting. For the first time, I don't know why, I felt a little scared. Though that fear didn't last long, because Susmita's naked body wrapped around me with endless lust. I began sucking on one of her nipples. And by then, Pranab had touched his tongue to Susmita's anal hole.

The room slowly filled once again with Susmita's whimpers, dirty talk, sweat, and the scent of jasmine flowers.

To be continued...