Shweta was a 44-year-old teacher who ran a small coaching centre. She always had a warm smile on her face, and her way of speaking was also kind and gentle. Her curvaceous figure complemented well with her sarees, a true Milf with generous curves in all the right places.
Though she had many students in her coaching, the one who shone the most was Raghav. He was a polite and obedient student. Unlike Shweta’s son, who was rude and daunting, Raghav was like an ideal guy. He didn’t really get in anyone’s way and always had a positive attitude.
But what Shweta didn’t know was that Raghav was fascinated by her, be it her charm or personality. He was head over heels for his teacher and wanted to claim her.
The turning point for Raghav came when Shweta and her husband sent their son abroad for studies. Raghav was overjoyed after hearing this news. He never liked him because her son was always rude to Shweta.
But this took a toll on Shweta as her usual spark was dimmed. She sometimes just gazed into space, completely lost in her thoughts.
Her husband was mostly a yes-man and had a negligible voice of his own.
Raghav didn’t like seeing her so sad. As there was a New Year’s party in the neighbourhood that week, he thought of asking her about it.
Raghav: Ma’am, are you going to the party?
Shweta’s husband: Hmm, I would be out of town for work.
Raghav (thought): Who asked you, old bastard?
Raghav glanced at Shweta.
Shweta: I’m not really feeling well.
Raghav: Ma’am, you should go. Being around people would lighten your mood.
Shweta thought for a while.
Raghav: Ma’am, I’ll pick you up and drop you safely at home, don’t worry.
She hesitated but nodded.
On New Year’s Eve, Raghav went to Shweta’s house in an elegant black suit. Shweta stepped out in a simple blue sari.
When she saw him waiting for her, a soft smile appeared on her face.
Raghav: Ma’am- you look stunning. You should dress like this every day.
Shweta: Oh, stop it. I’m too old for compliments.
After a string of sincere compliments, they left for the party. The party was filled with chatter and music. Raghav stayed glued to Shweta’s side. Though surrounded by celebration, Shweta’s sadness lingered across her face.
Raghav: Mam are you okay?
Shweta: Everyone’s so happy. He used to love parties. Now he won’t be here for years.
Tears filled her eyes.
Shweta: I am sorry. I get emotional easily these days. (chuckles) Must be my age catching up to me.
Raghav rested his hand on her back. He spotted a bar at the corner.
Raghav: Ma’am, let’s get a drink.
Shweta: I actually only drink with my husband, so-
Raghav: Don’t worry, Ma’am. Just a few.
Shweta thought it would be a good way to forget this sadness, so they moved to the corner and had a couple of glasses. With each one, Shweta’s guard slipped further, stories of her marriage, her son, her quiet doubts spilt out between tears. Raghav held her close, patting her back slowly and soothing her.
Shweta: Raghav- did I make a mistake sending him away?
Raghav: Ma’am, you did what you believed was best. As a mother, you thought of his future. Even though your son had flaws
Shweta: You’re too kind, Raghav. If only you were-
As Raghav glanced at her, he noticed how close his face was to hers. Her beauty in that vulnerable moment overwhelmed him. The glimpse at her sweet, tender pink lips made him want to kiss them, but he controlled himself.
Shweta’s eyes slowly closed as she became unconscious. Raghav caught her before she fell and ordered a cab.
At her home, Shweta was completely out. Raghav carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Every instinct of his screamed to take her. But Raghav wanted more than her body. Tonight was just the beginning.
He stripped her clothes. The alluring nude sight of his beloved Shweta was in front of him, but he controlled himself and stripped himself too. He then lay beside her, waiting for the morning.
In the morning, Shweta woke with a headache and opened her eyes to a nightmare. She was naked, Raghav’s bare body pressed against hers.
Shweta: Raghav!
Raghav woke up and sat up slowly.
Shweta: Raghav, please tell me it isn’t what I think it is. (she panicked)
Raghav: It’s okay, Ma’am. I am sorry. I couldn’t bear seeing you so sad. When you kissed me, I-I lost control.
Shweta: I kissed you? Oh God, what have I done!
Tears filled her eyes. He pulled her into his arms.
Raghav: No, Ma’am, it’s my fault too. Please don’t blame yourself.
Shweta: What will I tell my husband? It’s over. My marriage is over!
Raghav: I’ll take responsibility. All of it.
Shweta: No, this was my mistake.
Before she could pull away, Raghav smashed his lips on hers. She froze, then melted into the kiss.
Raghav: Now we’re both at fault. You can’t carry this alone.
Shweta: Raghav, you don’t need to-
Raghav: Ma’am, it’s not fair. You’ve always seen me as your model student. I’ve respected you, liked you and also wanted you.
Shweta: You don’t understand. I am almost 45. Even if my marriage ends, it’s fine, but you? You have a whole future ahead.
He caressed her cheek.
Raghav: You keep saying you’re old, but I just see a beautiful woman who is perfect.
Even in that panic, she still liked his compliment, then she realised they were still naked. She stood abruptly.
Shweta: We’ll talk later. First, wear some clothes
They dressed in awkward silence. Raghav sat in the living room. She joined him on the sofa.
Shweta: I have decided, I’ll tell him everything. Whatever happens after that, even divorce, I will accept it.
Raghav: Mam-
She pressed her finger to his lips.
Shweta: You always were my best student. Let me at least try to be worthy of that trust now.
She smiled half-heartedly. Raghav watched her go inside.
Raghav (thought): You are still too kind Mam.
Her husband would return tomorrow, but Raghav already had a plan.
That evening, when students came for coaching, Shweta seemed distant. She and Raghav avoided eye contact.
The next day, her husband arrived mid-class and went to the bathroom. Raghav excused himself for water and slipped inside to find his phone. He found it on the table. He swiftly added a contact labelled as “Zara” and set her conversation type as disappearing messages.
Then he silenced the phone and kept it in his pocket.
As students left, the husband asked Shweta,
Husband: Have you seen my phone?
Shweta: No.
Husband: Maybe I dropped it. I’ll check the area.
He went out. Now alone, Raghav placed the phone on the desk corner, sent a message, and sat casually on the sofa.
Shweta: Raghav, you can go home too. Tonight, I’ll confess to him.
As she was speaking, the phone on the table rang.
Shweta: That’s his phone. He didn’t look properly. Who’s Zara? I’ve never heard that name.
The same number called again.
Raghav: I think you should answer it. Can be important.
Shweta picked it up.
Zara: Ah, so now you will ignore my calls because you are back with your wife? Hmmm, just yesterday you were pounding my pussy like a dog, and today you will act as a saint husband? Ah, when you are coming back, my pussy can’t wait.
Shweta froze. With a trembling tone, she asked,
Shweta: W-Who is this?
Zara: Fuck, the wife? You didn’t hear anything, right? I was just talking to myself.
There was a pause.
Zara: If you don’t mind, can we have a woman-to-woman talk? I know it must be hard for you to find out about your husband’s colourful life, but I think it’s common nowadays. These things happen; marriages become boring, they lose the spice. I don’t blame him. My advice? Instead of holding a grudge, you can also look for comfort somewhere else. Anyway, not my place to say anything. Bye-
Shweta stood frozen, a mix of confusion, betrayal, and grief shadowed her thought process. Raghav gently touched her shoulder.
Raghav: Mam?
Her face softened. She leaned on his chest.
Shweta: Raghav, I don’t know what to think. My husband… after all these years…
Raghav: Ma’am, I understand how you feel, but as I didn’t judge you, I won’t judge him as well.
Shweta: What are you saying?
He gently cupped her face.
Raghav: Is it so wrong to find comfort with someone else?
Her vulnerable and cute face was so close to him that he couldn’t control himself and confessed.
Raghav: Ma’am, I can’t hide it anymore. I love you. Even if you push me away, that will never change.
Shweta: Whaa-
Raghav smashed his lips on her and kissed her passionately. Even though her mind resisted, her body leaned in. When they parted, Shweta’s face was red.
Shweta: What, I-
Shweta averted her eyes.
Shweta: It’s late, go home.
Raghav noticed a faint smile on her face, he caressed her cheek and left with a smile.
Later, Raghav met Zara, a call girl.
Zara: Weird kink you have, boy. So, how was my performance?
Raghav: It was perfect.
He handed over cash.
Zara: Want the real thing next time?
Raghav: Sorry. My heart has already been taken.
Zara(smiled): Oh, is that right? well your loss.
That night.
Shweta didn’t confront her husband about Zara, and also didn’t say anything about her and Raghav. The memory of Raghav kissing her passionately flashed in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more she desired it.
The next day, Raghav arrived early in the morning at Shweta’s house. Her husband had left for the office.
Shweta: Raghav?
He came close to her, and she stood up.
Raghav: So, Ma’am, did you tell your husband anything?
Shweta looked down.
Shweta: I decided not to.
Raghav smiled and hugged her.
Raghav: I see, so does it mean we are now a thing?
He placed his hand on her ass and groped them.
Shweta: Ah, I never knew you were this naughty.
He came close to her lips.
Raghav: Oh, mam I can’t define in words how crazy I am for you.
He kissed her lips while gently fondling her butt.
She let out a soft moan.
Shweta: Ahh
Raghav: I want you, Ma’am. All of you.
Shweta seemed a bit hesitant. But when she saw the eagerness and hunger in his eyes for her, she couldn’t deny her feelings anymore. Raghav picked her up like a princess and headed to the bedroom
Shweta was embarrassed but liked it very much. He laid her on the bed. While lifting her down, as her nighty was thin, it got lifted up exposing her privates. Shweta quickly crossed her legs shyly.
Raghav went near her thighs. As if shame left her body as Raghav innocently requested-
Raghav: May I see?
She slowly parted her thighs. Her bright pink pussy was decorated by the thin strip of bush above it. Her pussy was already a bit wet.
Raghav: Oh Man you are so sexy.
He buried his face between her legs.
Shweta: Ahh.
He devoured her pussy, licking it, sucking it and savouring each and every bit of it. She was panting; to hold her moans, she bit her nighty.
Raghav stripped his clothes. He positioned himself above her. Shweta held his face and noticed his rock-hard dick waiting to enter her body. As his cock brushed against her pussy, a current ran down her body.
Without any words being exchanged, he thrust his cock inside her.
Shweta: Aaahh-
She exclaimed with pleasure. Her hot and wet pussy walls sucked Raghav’s cock. He started pounding her pussy like no tomorrow.
Raghav: Yes.
Shweta: Aah.
Even though her body quivered, she moved her hips back and forth madly to feel every inch of his cock.
The fantasy of Raghav was now reality; he was aroused beyond control. He crashed on her breasts and sucked them hungrily. Her boobs were soft, jiggly and delicious. Shweta’s whole body surrendered to him.
In her whole life, she had never felt this desired. Their moans filled the entire room. She felt her youth coming back to her as the young man above her made her body react in ways she could never even think of.
She didn’t feel a single ounce of shame anymore, even though her pussy was making lewd noises or her body twitching to every touch of his. She couldn’t help but fall for him more and more.
Her mouth opened to utter some words,
Shweta: Aah, Raghav, I-I Love…
Raghav crashed his lips on her and played with her tongue. Her thrusts turned stronger and stronger, hitting deep in her pussy. She hugged him tightly like he was hers now. With one last powerful thrust, he shot all of his love juices inside her, triggering an intense orgasm.
Shweta: Uh–
Raghav crashed beside her while still clinging to her, and Shweta smiled as she felt the warmth of his juices dripping through her pussy. They both were panting hard. After catching their breath, Raghav cuddled her while she caressed his head.
Raghav kissed her hand.
Raghav: Shweta, I love you so much.
Shweta smiled and kissed his head.
Shweta: Me too.
Raghav got up and caressed her cheeks.
Raghav: Shweta, from now on, you are my woman and only mine.
Shweta glanced at her and asked.
Shweta: Raghav- can I really be yours?
He pulled her close.
Raghav: Yes, and I won’t settle for anything less.
Hearing this, Shweta felt her heart throb. For the first time, she initiated her lips and caressed his lips with passion. In each other’s embrace, the teacher and student crossed the line, beginning their forbidden relationship.
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