Adultery A Wife- slut or innocent

[andrewrocket79]

Dear Friends, I am starting this new thread, had taken a writing break, as I felt my stories were becoming boring and repetitive. The story which I write are from the prospective of entertainment only, and have no moral values. They are creation of fiction and their resemblance with anyone dead or alive is just coincidental. The comments encourage writers to write more! I hope you will love this story also.

Introduction :

Neelam was 38 Years old teacher. Teaching in one of the most popular school in Mumbai. From the childhood only she was very studious, and was one of the college toppers. Her father was retired banker and mother had passed away via heart-attack. She was married to her husband, who was a dry man. His name was Abhinav. Abhinav was working in a multinational bank, but poetry and writing were his first passion. Neelam and Abhinav had an arranged marriage, and both of them were just normal Indian couple. Due to ill-health of her mother, Neelam got married when she was in college, and completed her education and then B.ed to become a teacher, a profession she always wanted to be. Her husband was always indifferent and not such a social guy. Neelam had kind of compromised with her destiny. They both had a son, whose name was Sumit. Sumit was an intelligent and handsome, now in his teens. He was completing his 12th from one of the foremost schools in Lucknow. Neelam had a special bond with her son. Her emptiness and loneliness, and indifferent nature of her husband had made her dedicate her entire life and entire dedication on upbringing her son. But as Sumit, had also now shifted to his hostel, she would feel lonely and no one to talk at times.

Though her school teacher group was very vibrant and at times they would console her in her loneliness. But inside she was unhappy. Neelam looked good though, though she was little chubby. Her boobs must be 36d, she had nice round tummy. But her asset was her big ass. She was to wear glasses, hardly wore any makeup. She had loud voice, may be because of shouting at kids in school. In a way to say, she was not very attractive. She was to maintain distance from her male colleagues in school, may be due to the anger she had with her husband. Sex life of Neelam and her husband now was almost 0. Her husband was not very social also, it was not as if Neelam was social, but at times all of us need some break. In a way life was routine, line of few white hairs now were also coming on her black hairs. This was life of Neelam !

Life of Neelam, was going on the similar pattern, that one incident in her life changed everything. That incident made her craving for more. The incident became her turning point, and she changed from a normal wife to a hot, slutty wife. I leave the discretion to all of you to decide.


Chapter 1. The Annual Function-1

It was her school annual day function in 2019 . Neelam was given the duty of taking care of Chief Guest for the school annual function. Generally duty for taking care of chief guest, was done by younger or more good looking teachers, but as there was a change in the management, they decided to have more of a roster system. But as, it was the annual function, Neelam had to color her hairs and did little bit of make up extra to suit herself to the task she was given. Her principal had given her strict directions. That annual day function, Neelam was looking completely different than normal day. The theme in school was red, and all teachers were to wear a red color saree. Everyone was completing their role and everyone was busy with their class and their performance. The chief guest, was no one else but one of the trustees of the school, and he was also one of the local politician. His name was Patel. Patel was a typical local guy. He was dark in complexion, intelligent man but had taste for woman. School was being looked after his wife, who was a hot lady. The school was open by Patel's father, and now Patel's wife time pass to take care of this school. For Patel, school was not at all of any interest. He hardly visited or took interest in the functioning of school, but 2019, was the 75th anniversary of his fathers birth, and also 10th year of establishment of school. The various social functions were getting a coverage in media, and that's why his political mind made him attend this time school's annual function, plus he was carrying his father's political legacy, which made him even more to attend this boring function. But he was a very patient man. He knew how to endure, and hit at the right time, a typical politician.

Anyways, he and his wife reached late for the school annual function. Neelam was looking little extra pretty on that day. After long she had done a facial, had waxed her arms and legs, and her Saree was light blue color saree. Her colleagues had pressurized her to color her hairs, do facials threading extra. She hardly ever put lipstick, but today as she was welcoming the delegation, she had to wore a little different look. In a normal way, we can say she was looking better than how she looked. But in an ordinary way, she was not looking extra-ordinary, but she was still looking better than she would look normally. Many of her colleagues teased her also, but her male colleagues abstain from making any comments on her.

But Patel's could not take his eyes from her. Patel had a great passion to fuck, simple house-wives, and Neelam was no different. The devil has already seen his next target. Unaware, Neelam was entertaining the couples. Neelam was not aware that everything in her life is going to change 180 degrees post this encounter....

tbc.

 

[Teacher3001]

Nice start.. I would love the art of seduction over forceful sex. A mild reluctance would also work. Try to expand it where patel tries his ability to make himself closer to her and also add another guy hopefully a 18 yr old student who is his sons close friend pursue her

 

[andrewrocket79]

Chapter 1. The Annual Function -2.

Though, Neelam was unaware of the lust with which Patel was looking at her. Relationship between Patel and his wife Sapna, was not a normal one. Sapna's father was a rich industrialist and there marriage was nothing else but a business deal. Sapna was a hot woman, full of youth, was health freak, and was to keep herself busy in Social work and social parties. Though many men would lust for Sapna, but her own husband had no such feelings for her, which is normal. There relationship was more of an understanding now, and she was happy to be with Patel, as long he was managing her social status and paying him money. She had caught him red-handed many times with maids or other workers, but now as there daughter was growing up, & Patel now was to avoid sexual adventures at home, plus with smartphone age, and social networking on rise, he was to look for more safer house for his adventures. With his age he learnt, to be patient and play a waiting game. But thing about him was that once he marked the target, then he would use all his resources to get it. (His stories we will share as we move forward).

It was not as if there were not many hot teachers in school,but Neelam's simplicity, kind of hit his head more than anyone else. Simplicity was something which was to hit Patel a lot. Neelam, had also chosen her best saree, but she was unable to hide her charm. Patel must have fucked Neelam , 50 times in just one moment. Kind of taking care of his lust, he kind of wake-up from his dream, when his wife, called his name.

" What is your name madam", asked Sapna.

"I am Neelam madam, I teach primary section, and generally teach Maths and Computers" Neelam replied.

Neelam's voice had an attractive tone, may be because she was welcoming the trustees. It had no signed of loudness or irritation which generally would be engulfed in her tone.

Patel who was sipping the tea cup, was smiling brightly.

"Hmmm", he said in a local dialect , as his English was not very good. " How is the performance of school, you guys dont have any problem"..

His words were fast, and Neelam could hardly understood his local dialect, but making her assumptions , she nodded her head in affirmation. "Yes sir, anything else sir".

Both husband and wife had just completed their tea, that the Principal came to take them to the function.

"Sorry sir,", she said. She could not welcome them as her speech was going on at the stage. "I am happy to see you all "

Patel's eyes kind of brighten up, looking at the principal. Principal, knew about Patel and his adventures, as she herself was subject to it, at her younger days. But now there was a wall of professional decorum between them, not only that now time has changed. But, principal also knew, that Patel had a taste if his own, and she was the one who could catch his eyes looking at Neelam in a lusty manner. She was for the time being really could not understand that what he was seeing in Neelam

Anyways, function was over and everything ended in a nice way. But after that Patel started to come for almost all the functions of school, like teachers day, or independence day extra. And he would demand from principal that her welcome and entertainment should be given only to Neelam, in one of the functions, though Patel, tried his best to hit conversations and tried Neelam to open more, but it never crossed any limit. Neelam's colleagues and friends, had now started to tease Neelam... initially though Neelam ignored it, but slowly she also started to feel that something was not okay. Many times she and Patel would be in the room waiting for prinicpal to come. There would be no talks, but Patel's eyes would just look at Neelam as if undressing her, as if waiting for some signal from Neelam.

At times, when Neelam would go home, she could not but forget the eyes of Patel vying for her. She was a woman, and woman love someone admiring her. Though Patel's eyes were full of lust, but Neelam saw only admiration in those. Not many men had a courage to look at Neelam like this, her image was of a strict teacher, not many students lust for her. But this new admirer was making her excited about her self. Though at times, she also felt like slapping him. But Patel, never ever crossed the limit. Neelam at times would get very surprised the amount of juices which were to flow from her un-shaved vagina at night. Her husband had not touched her for ages now, least bother of her desires, she would feel like kissing her husband, but there relationship was never so close. But Neelam, was not an unfaithful wife, she was in an earnest profession, and in the morning guilt would engulf her thoughts. But without realizing she now started to dress up little bit more matching and was slowly getting more conscious about how she looked, specially on days when Patel would come. Was she getting attracted to Patel? But reputation of Patel was of womanizer, and she never thought that she would every cross her limits, she was happy right now getting admired by someone.


One year had passed, and nothing concrete took place. But Patels hunger for Neelam was increasing, he knew that now Neelam was more comfortable in his company. He who had a sharp eye of judging woman, somehow felt that Neelam's hidden desire are somehow hidden deep inside. The very reason he was playing a waiting game, was that he knew Neelam's reaction would unexpected. Plus there conversation had still not hit a friendly chat. But Patel, had now made up his mind. He had decided that he cann't wait for that time to come, and he will have to create that time & that time soon came...

tbc

 

[guysimple]

Good set up, the movement should be towards some physical touches now, followed by suggestive talks, messages, and then erotic chats...

 

[andrewrocket79]

Chapter 2. The Encounter 1.

Patel, though was very patient man, but he did not had all the time in this world. He had not waited for any woman for so long. He wanted to really wanted to see the wild side of Neelam, his thinking was that simple woman like Neelam, are very wild in bed. Watching some vintage Japanese porns, he was getting ideas of sexual desire which were uncontrollable for him now. He may have fucked many woman, but Neelam's simplicity was somehow making him more horny. He wanted to see her reactions, moaning when he bestowed her pleasure of her life. He had now made up his mind.

The next morning his secretary called up the Principal. Principal herself was amused and he informed her that Trustees would like to discuss with school affairs, and also discuss on new vision , and ideas.

Principal whose name was Ayesha, was very surprised by this call, as change in management had taken place only few days back. She was nervous and side by side, very anxious, as call was from Patel, and it was generally his wife who was running the show. She drove at the speed of light and rushed to his office. There were not many people in the office, and Ayesha had to wait for her turn. She was the last one to go, and by the time already it was for her 4 hours of waiting.

As she entered her cabin, eye brow of Patel were shining, he did not mince his words, and spoke in local dialect only

"Kaise hai, school ke halat theek nahin hai " he did not even apologized or make her wait for long.

" Sir, I am doing my best " Ayesha could reply.

"Are fuck it, Ayesha madam, you know na why I have called you", Patel came directly to the point.

"Sir.. what", she was really ignorant of what Patel wanted from her.

"Are yaar, I need same which you gave me, I want Neelam, your job secure for next 3 years, salary increase, and freehold of school, take it or leave it, offer valid for next 2 days only".

Patel was upfront and very clear for what he wanted, also Ayesha he had fucked many times earlier, so he did not mince words with her. Ayesha was a weak Principal, teachers were not happy with her, she lacked conviction and decision making, and it was share politics and her links with Patel, that she was appointed as principal. Plus, Sapna wanted , a principal whom she could remote control, and Ayesha sat perfectly on it. Ayesha herself was very ambitious lady, she was ready to go extra mile for her career. Her experience was less and was far more younger than many other ladies in the school. Perhaps, that was always her strategy. Ayesha at her prime was to wear very attractive dresses, but now she was in her late 40s. Her shine had now decreased, but still she had a personality which would attract anyone. But she was still, attractive lady.

She knew exactly what Patel meant, she knew that if she refuse him, he would fire him, she also knew that Neelam wont be an easy target, as her reputation was completely different . She was in dilemma, not because she cannot do it, but she knew Neelam is the last woman who would do it. But as they saw woman has sixth sense!

The next day, Neelam was called by Ayesha to her cabin. Neelam was in a normal salwar suit. nothing extraordinary about it. But yes, offlate she had started to use lipstick more often. Looking at Neelam , Ayesha said:

"You know Neelam trustee sir is very happy with your performance. He was really praising you" Intention of saying this was nothing but to check her reaction. Will her eyes sparkle or just ignore it. But Neelam was blushing. Her blushing kind of made Ayesha, aware that Patel's attention is working on her . But Patel was not as patient with Ayesha as he was with Neelam. Ayesha was feeling little jealous, and also was thinking what did he like in Neelam, which she cannot see.

"So Neelam, as you are aware next week we have our annual function, but this time, Patel' sir's and his uncle would also like to attend. But problem is that Patel Sir's uncle is staying in their farm house , which is near Pune. He wants someone from school to bring his uncle for the function, as he is caught up with his affairs in Mumbai. Also his uncle being a senior citizen, he wanted specially you to go, but as you are aware there are security issues, you should tell this to no one, you can take school official car and driver."

Ayesha said this in one tone, perhaps she did not want to feel nervous or anxious about it. She herself had gone to that farmhouse, but she was not tricked. Neelam , looked little confused by her words. She could sense some thing was not ok, but then she also thought, principal wont take that risk. This might be a genuine issue.

She quietly moved out of her cabin, nodding in affirmation, unaware that what is in store of her in fate!

 

[andrewrocket79]

Chapter 2 - The Encounter 2

At the schedule time, the driver had reached the house of Neelam to pick her . The driver was not one of the school driver, he was some new, whom Neelam had met for the first time. She was surprised by sudden change in the driver, and was unsure about going with him. She called up the regular driver, but his phone was switched off. She tried calling the Principal but she also did not pick up her call. She was little anxious, because she was going with some stranger.

She had wore a nice grey color saree, with a nice stylish blouse. The blouse was descent, but her big boobs were struggling to keep pace with her blouse. May be because she was wearing the blouse after long time. Though she was not looking unfit in the blouse. Her cleavage line was very mush available from her blouse. Her eyes had a clean black Kajal, which was making her look more beautiful. She had colored her hairs, and polished her nails with a red color nail polish. Her lipstick was completely descent according to her taste. She was wearing a medium heel, which she only wore in some social functions. She had wore a little make up,after all she was going to meet the main owner of the school. In her career of this school, she had never encountered anyone who would have gone to bring the chief guest like this. But as it as a secret, she was not in a position to even discuss with her best of friends. Her husband hardly bothered about her whereabouts. She had only briefly mentioned him that she is going to Pune, and it being annual function, her schedule was anyways quiet busy. He just nodded in affirmative, suggesting that it doesnt matter to him where she goes!

Anyways , Neelam still was still tensed to sit inside the car, but ultimately she decided to go, as time was the issue, and she thought may be on way she would inform her principal. The car was not the usual school car, it was one of SUVs and it had a VIP number. It seemed that Patel had sent one his car to pick up his uncle. Now she, felt little more relaxed. She walked and sat inside the car, and as she sat and was just getting settled, a voice , broke her tension.

"Hi"

Neelam looked little tensed." S......... r app" she spoke.

"Yes, actually my meeting got cancelled , so I thought let me only pic my uncle. Also, is bahane appke sath time spend ho jayega" his eyes were focus on the deep cleavage which was shining out of Neelam blouse. As if she saw his eyes steering at her clevage, she kind of adjusted her Saree from the blouse, so has to hide her assets from him.

Before she could say anything, the car was on!

There were three people in the car, driver, Neelam and Patel and one car of his bodyguards or workers, was following them. He seemed to be in different mood today. As Neelam was trying to maintain a distance from Patel, but Patel kept coming closer to her. Neelam was uncomfortable but she was kind of liking it too. Slowly his hands now were around the shoulders of Neelam.

"To Neelam ji, tell me what do you like ".

Neelam though was uncomfortable, she did not , made any gesture to remove his hands, which made Patel more dominant.

"I mean, what you like , do you like one banana, or your like many bananas", and he laughed at his joke, pressing his hands more and more nd more on her shoulders.

He had shot the bullet, and now he was gauging that how far it has hit....


tbc

 

[hotpriya]

Nice story...keep going.
One suggestion is to upload some pictures along with it for imagination

 

[andrewrocket79]

Chapter 3 - The Action-1.

Neelam was sweating, though the AC was at full blow . The driver of the car was looking at them from the rear view mirror. He was wondering what his boss has looked in her, to be so after her life. Anyways he was enjoying the tension building inside. His own dick was at peak. He had seen many women getting fucked, but most of them were ready and upfront. This looked to be a little different for him.

Anyways, Neelam least resistance, was making Patel even more aggressive. His hands were still on her shoulders, and he kind of was waiting for the next move. In a normal scenario, he would directly gone for action,but this teasing was making him more horny. He was himself surprised for his own patience. He slowly removed his shoes, and started to move his feet on the legs of Neelam. Neelam who was trying to control her emotions till now, was taken aback by the kind of boldness and touching Patel was doing. In her whole life, no man had desired her the way Patel had, except few moments in honeymoon and initial phase of her marriage, she never felt being admired so passionately by someone. But even though she was liking this admiration, but she also had her own value system. She had never ever been touch by any men except her husband ever. Though her sex life, and all was zero, but still her moral ethics were alive, but despite all this she was not able to say no or stop him. But she ultimately made a courage to remove his hands from shoulder.

"Sir, please I don't like this ", her words were hesitant but lacked any conviction.

Patel smiled at her unconvincing reply and and Neelam was not aware, but like an artist, Patel had removed the safety pin which was holding the Sarees dupatta on her shoulders.

He was getting hornier, as the speed of the car was increasing, but still he decided to wait for his moment.

Neelam could hold her breath, as hands of Patel were playing on her back and shoulders like an artist. She was not even aware that her safety pin has been removed. Her hands and legs were trembling in nervousness,and before she could realize, Patel had put his lips on her lips. Before she could even react, he started to press his lips with even more intensity inside her lips. Patel was tobacco eater, and few drops his chewed tobacco also traveled to mouth of Neelam. She tried to remove her mouth from his, but he continued to press forward his lips on her. He left her lips, by biting it with his teeth, and a trace of blood came out of her lips.

'Ouch", as she tried to hold her breath, as if recollecting herself from the shocking kiss.

"BKL, bahut tasty hain re tere lips " Patel, smiled wiping out lipstick from his lips.

"Kiss main itna maaza aagaya, to chodne main kitna maaza aayega," he smiled.

Neelam's whole body shivered from the very thought. She was quiet, as she knew she was trapped!

t b c

 

[ghost19]

Badhiya

 

[andrewrocket79]

Chapter 4: The Action 2.

Though Patel's mouth had the smell, as he was eating the gutka. Few drop of his red color saliva full of red gutka, also spread on the lips of Neelam. Neelam a woman, who had values, innocence, and man were scared of her, was having this inside fight to calm her self. Her body was telling her to slap Patel, but despite she was unable to even resist his advances. As her resistance was decreasing, so was Patel's aggressiveness.

Tearing his another packet of gutka, Patel laughed at the condition of Neelam. It seems the driver was a very close personal confidant of his. He was talking to him in a very friendly manner. Chewing the gutka, he looked at Neelam. He also had not thought that everything would be easy. Neelam did not made any efforts to wipe out the red spots from her lips. Her Saree fall, was down and her clevage was very much aware. Her nipples had become harder, and his bra was struggling to control her big breasts. This tension could be easily seen in her blouse! It looked as if her breasts have become little more bigger !

The sweat from her neck was flowing through the lines of her cleavage, down inside her blouse. Her blouse was now getting wet with the sweat she was feeling, was it due to nervousness or excitement, was difficult to say, but one thing was sure, that Neelam was liking this fresh way she was being loved. She was attracted to Patel, not because he was good looking or rich, but because no men in her life had given her attention the way Patel had given. Each one of us have our own passion, and Patel's passion was to submit these simple looking woman, and make them diva of lust. Neelam was not aware of this background ofcourse, but she thought its just because Patel liking for her. Before today, Patel had not taken the next step, may be he was an expert in playing these kinds of games. But Neelam was helpless.

Her thought were just on what is happening, that the car took a turn towards a narrow lane from the highway. Neelam had no clue how many hours she was in car. Though Patel was continuing to kiss her , and touch her, but he had still not lost his control yet. The secluded road, had made Neelam nervous. She was scared to the core. Ofcourse she herself wanted little action, but just being with some unknown guy, and not knowing where he was taking her, she wore her Saree pallu back, and asked

"Sir, where are you taking me, I am not comfortable. My husband will be worried, and you know its not okay, I am not that kind of woman." Her breathe was little heavy, may be due to nervousness or anxiety.

Patel, looked little irritated by her question, abusing her in hindi he said " BKL, till now you were enjoying, and now becoming pati varta (devoted to your husband), f...k you, I am taking you to my house, and just sit quietly " and he opened the window to puke the Gutka he was chewing.

The car was going at a very fast speed, despite the fact that road was little bumpy. It looked as if the driver knew the route inside outside.

Neelam, did not say anything further, she knew she has been set up. She just anxiously waited for her destiny. Her hands and legs were cold due to the tension she was in. Her sweat which was earlier due to the lust, was now due to fear. It must be 10 in the morning,and not many people or cars she saw on her way.

But the car moved towards a big bungalow. It had huge gates, and tight security. The security guards, salute Patel, and their car reached the front compound of this bungalow. Patel knew that in her school, no one is aware that Neelam had gone to pick up his father. He had played his cards well.

He left immediately inside, without even asking Neelam to join. The driver who had some sympathy for Neelam, perhaps Neelam was not aware that the children of the driver studied in school only.

He looked at Neelam, and said " Don't worry madam, Patel won't do anything, but just cooperate ", as he had just finished the statement, a bouncer like guy opened the door of their car.

"Come out , you whore " he said in a harsh tone.

Neelam was never spoken to be disrespectfully by any one. But his harsh tone made her feel very scared. She wanted to slap that bouncer, but she felt its better to be quiet and just go inside. But still she said " Sorry, boss I am not your boss's whore, I have come from school to pickup your boss's father ". Her tone had irritation, anger and apt answer for the way he said.

"Oh sorry, but if you are not a whore, you will become one now, hahahaa , saali raand". These words were said arrogance.

tbc.