Forbidden Lessons

Chapter 1: The Professor’s Demand

The semester had been brutal. My grades were slipping, and Professor Malhotra—a stern, middle-aged man with a reputation for crushing egos—had called me into his office.

"Rahul, your last paper was unacceptable," he said, his cold eyes piercing through me. "If you don’t improve, you’ll fail."

I swallowed hard. Failing wasn’t an option—not with my parents expecting so much from me.

"I can arrange private tutoring," he continued, his voice softening just slightly. "My house. Twice a week. Starting tomorrow."

I had no choice but to agree.

Chapter 2: A Forbidden Glimpse

Professor Malhotra’s house was modest but elegant, a reflection of his disciplined life. The first few sessions were grueling—dry lectures, endless notes, and his ever-watchful gaze. But then, one evening, everything changed.

The door opened, and instead of the professor, I was met by a vision—a woman in her early thirties, her curves accentuated by a tightly draped saree. Her milky skin glowed under the soft light, her full lips parting in a smile.

"You must be Rahul," she said, her voice like honey. "I’m Shalini. The professor is running late—please, come in."

I followed her inside, my pulse racing. The way her hips swayed, the teasing glimpse of her navel beneath the saree’s low-cut blouse—every movement was hypnotic.

Chapter 3: The Dangerous Game Begins

Over the next few weeks, I became a regular visitor—not just for the professor’s lessons, but for stolen glances at Shalini. She was his wife, I learned—his much younger, second wife.

One day, as the professor stepped out to take a call, Shalini leaned close, her perfume intoxicating.

"You stare too much, Rahul," she whispered, a playful smirk on her lips.

"Can you blame me?" I dared to reply.

Her eyes darkened with something unreadable. Then, she slipped a piece of paper into my hand—her number.

Chapter 4: Digital Seduction

Late-night texts turned into flirty exchanges. Innocent jokes became explicit fantasies. She sent me a photo—her in a tight dress, no bra, her nipples peeking through the fabric. I responded with a shirtless mirror pic, my arousal barely concealed.

Then came the confession:

"I read the story you sent me," she texted. "It made me wet."

My fingers trembled as I typed back: "Wish I could see how wet."

Her reply was a photo—her fingers glistening between her thighs.

Chapter 5: The Perfect Opportunity

When the professor announced a trip to Delhi, I knew it was time.

"Come over," Shalini texted. "I’ll send the maid away."

I brought lingerie, wine, and a box of condoms. My friend Alan—who had lusted after Shalini since the day I introduced them—came along, pretending to pick up a book.

Chapter 6: No Turning Back

The moment we were alone, I pulled Shalini into my arms, my lips crashing onto hers. She gasped as my hands groped her breasts, her body arching into me.

Alan entered the kitchen, his eyes hungry. "Need some help?"

Shalini tried to resist, but her moans betrayed her. Alan cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples as I slid my hand between her legs—no panties, just slick heat.

"Fuck," she whimpered, her nails digging into the counter.

Chapter 7: Claiming Her

We took turns—fingers, tongues, teeth—leaving marks on her flawless skin. I bent her over the kitchen island, thrusting into her tight ass while Alan stretched her pussy with his thick fingers.

"Harder!" she begged, her voice raw.

We moved to the bedroom, where we filled her completely—one cock in her pussy, the other in her ass. Her screams echoed through the house as she came, her body trembling between us.

Chapter 8: Aftermath

Exhausted, she collapsed between us, her skin glistening with sweat. "You boys… are monsters," she breathed, but her smile was satisfied.

We cleaned her up, only to take her again in the shower—her moans muffled by the rushing water.

Epilogue: The Professor’s Return

When the professor came back, none of us spoke a word. But Shalini’s lingering glances and secret smiles told me one thing—this wasn’t over.

And the next time he left town, we’d be waiting.