Adultery Innocent teacher’s journey to becoming a personal slut

[Irock7878]

Hello fellow readers and story writers,
I have been a long time fan of this forum, finally I decided to put some effort into writing a story

I am copying an existing story of a teacher’s affair with student by user milfdestroyer https://xforum.live/threads/teacher-mom-affair-with-college-friend.164730/ This story is liked by many for its cuck son angle, but I imagine the story without one and more adulterous . I will try to be more imaginative with this story. Also, I do intend to copy some snippets and story lines from the original one so you might it find it similar in some ways, just because I am a fan of the buildup. Its going to be a very slow seduction style story .. which will go on for a while . I will try to be more regular with the updates. I hope you enjoy this story and I am very much open to your suggestions !!

Thank you
Yours truly

 

[Irock7878]

Hello fellow readers and story writers,
I have been a long time fan of this forum, finally I decided to put some effort into writing a story

I am copying an existing story of a teacher’s affair with student by user milfdestroyer https://xforum.live/threads/teacher-mom-affair-with-college-friend.164730/ This story is liked by many for its cuck son angle, but I imagine the story without one and more adulterous . I will try to be more imaginative with this story. Also, I do intend to copy some snippets and story lines from the original one so you might it find it similar in some ways, just because I am a fan of the buildup. Its going to be a very slow seduction style story .. which will go on for a while . I will try to be more regular with the updates. I hope you enjoy this story and I am very much open to your suggestions !!

Thank you
Yours truly

 

[Irock7878]

Hello fellow readers and story writers,
I have been a long time fan of this forum, finally I decided to put some effort into writing a story

I am copying an existing story of a teacher’s affair with student by user milfdestroyer https://xforum.live/threads/teacher-mom-affair-with-college-friend.164730/ This story is liked by many for its cuck son angle, but I imagine the story without one and more adulterous . I will try to be more imaginative with this story. Also, I do intend to copy some snippets and story lines from the original one so you might it find it similar in some ways, just because I am a fan of the buildup. Its going to be a very slow seduction style story .. which will go on for a while . I will try to be more regular with the updates. I hope you enjoy this story and I am very much open to your suggestions !!

Thank you
Yours truly

 

[Irock7878]

Update 1

Yeh kahani Sheetal Joshi ki hai.

Chhattis saal ki. Matunga ke ek higher-middle-class building mein rehti hain — do bedroom ka flat, neatly kept, thoda tight, jaise Mumbai ke kaafi ghar hote hain. Unki shaadi Ramesh Joshi se satrah saal pehle hui thi. Tab Sheetal unnees ki thi. Ab Ramesh chalis ke hain, plastic containers ka chhota sa business chalate hain, successful bhi hain. Success ka matlab yeh nahi ki ghar mein waqt bhi hai. Kabhi Gujarat ke dealer, kabhi Bhiwandi ka godown, kabhi late-night accounts. Woh Sheetal se pyar karte hain. Yeh baat sacchi hai. Sirf itni si kami hai ki pyar ab unke haathon mein nahi rehta, thakaan mein rehta hai.

Unka ek beta hai, pandrah saal ka, boarding school mein. Ghar isliye aksar do hi logon ka lagta hai — ek aurat jo subah se raat tak order rakhti hai, aur ek aadmi jo order ke beech se nikalta hai.

Sheetal dekhne mein woh aurat hai jisko log pehli nazar mein yaad rakhte hain, phir sochte hain ki yaad rakhna galat hai. Paanch foot teen inch. Lagbhag sattar kilo. Gori, doodh jaisi nahi — thodi garam gori, jaise dhoop ke baad skin mein halka glow reh jaata hai. Lambe kaale baal, maang mein bindi, kamar ke neeche se jism gol aur bhari hui. Shaadi ke turant baad beta ho gaya tha. Uske baad body wapas “ladki” wali nahi hui. Woh ab ek mature, curvy figure hai — 38DD, moti gaand, soft pet, thighs jo saree ke pallu ke neeche se apna shape chhupati nahi. Unhe pata hai. Isliye woh suit aur saree hi pehenti hain. Tight jeans unke liye nahi. Lekin jo kapda unhe “sanskari” rakhta hai, wahi unke curves ko aur saaf dikha deta hai. Blouse ke upar, cleavage ke kinare, do-teen neele nasein dikhti hain. Koi weak aadmi unhe dekh ke nazar hata bhi nahi pata.

Woh pativrata hain. Yeh word unhone kabhi poster pe nahi likha, lekin andar se yeh unka kanoon hai. Ramesh ke alawa kisi mard ke baare mein sochna bhi unhe gira hua lagta hai. Shaadi ke pehle kuch saal mein sex bhi accha tha — naya ghar, naya jism, naya haq. Phir beta aaya, business badha, Ramesh ki neend kam hui, ichha aur kam. Ab jab kabhi hota hai, das-bees dhakkon mein khatam. Sheetal ki saans abhi poori bhi nahi hoti, Ramesh so jaate hain. Kabhi-kabhi unhone koshish ki — raat ko perfume, naya nighty, haath se sehlana. Ramesh smile karte hain, “thak gaya hoon Sheetu,” aur palat jaate hain. Uske baad bathroom ka lock, ungliyan, daant honth ke beech, aur woh sharam jo orgasm ke turant baad aati hai — jaise khud ko bhi dhoka de diya ho.

Isi frustration ko unhone school mein daal diya. Secondary English. Results unke zone mein top pe rehte the. Isliye transfer hua — ek public school, slum ke bagal, jahan majority bacche gareeb ghar se aate hain, kuch padhte hain, zyadatar mawali. Manners wahan imported cheez hai. Sheetal ko laga tha, discipline se sab theek ho jaayega. Pehle hafte hi unhe samajh aa gaya — yahan discipline se pehle unka jism discuss hota hai.

Corridor mein, gate ke bahar, even staffroom ke kone mein. “Sir lucky hoga yaar.” “Suhagrat socho.” “Tight jeans mein iski gaand ka kya scene hoga.” Ladke hasta hai, ladkiyan bhi kabhi-kabhi dekh ke chup ho jaati hain. Sheetal ko poori line nahi sunai deti, lekin hawa mein woh gandagi mehsoos ho jaati hai. Woh aur tight ho jaati hain. Voice tez. Homework hard. Late aane wale ko class ke saamne khada karti hain. Andar se ek hi baat ghumti hai — main yahan padhane aayi hoon, tamaasha banne nahi.


Usi school mein ek ladka tha jiska naam Bilal tha. Poori class usse darthi thi.

Unnees saal ka. 12 th mein do baar fail. Padhai uski priority kabhi nahi rahi — nasha, gali, connections, aur ladkiyan. Height chhe foot ek. Body skinny se muscular ki taraf ja rahi thi, gym ab naya nasha tha. Skin dark. Chehra average nahi, tez — tight eyebrows, seedhi nazar, jaise hamesha room naap raha ho. Film-star wala face nahi. Wazan wala face. Log usko dekh ke pehle smile nahi karte the. Pehle line sochte the.

School bag mein condom hamesha rehte the. Jawan ladkiyon ke dil mein jagah banana uske liye mushkil kaam nahi tha. Kai ki seal usne todi thi. School ke baad purani building, classroom ke bahar do ladke khade, andar jo chalna tha chal jaata tha. Head girl Neha usi list ki sabse taaza entry thi — school ki sabse sundar toppers wali ladki, jisko usne pehle baaton mein phasaya, phir muh, phir poora. Itna rough ki agle din woh thodi tootii hui si dikhi. Bilal normal dikha. Yahi uska pattern tha. Public mein shor nahi. Kaam ke baad face clean.

Kam umar mein experience uske hisaab se kaafi ho chuka tha. Phir bhi uski asli pasand jawan kaliyan nahi thin. Gharelu, shaadi-shuda aurat. Woh aurat jiske ghar mein kitchen ka smell ho, bindi ho, pati late aata ho, aur jo apne aap ko “aisi nahi hoon” kehke jeeti ho. Aisi aurat ko woh condom ke bina chhodta tha. Biwi ki tarah. Lamba. Andar tak. Muhalle ki do-teen bhabhiyon tak yeh method pahunch chuka tha. Ek-do ke pet ki afwah bhi thi. Sach kitna, yeh woh kabhi confirm nahi karta tha. Afwah uske liye kaam karti thi.

Naam isliye tha. Goondo ke saath connections isliye the. Kuch male teachers isliye nahi uljhate the. Principal ke office mein uske naam pe pause isliye aata tha — MLA wali backing ki hawa thi, prove kisi ne nahi kiya, challenge bhi kisi ne nahi kiya. Firoz aur Khalid uske peeche isliye chalte the kyunki unki himmat uske shadow se aati thi, khud se nahi.

Bilal jaldbaz nahi tha. Yeh log galat samajhte the. Woh predatory tha, lekin patient. Intermittent. Ek hafte garam, do din thanda. Secret share karta, phir wapas le leta. Aurat ko yeh feel karwata ki galti uski nahi, uske ghar ki hai. Sheetal ko usne abhi class mein padha nahi tha. Sirf corridor se, gate se, staffroom ke bahar se. Itna kaafi tha file kholne ke liye. Yeh aurat steel dikhti thi. Steel uske hisaab se aakhir mein sabse tez pighalti hai — kyunki use pighalne ki aadat nahi hoti.

Sheetal ko uska poora record nahi pata tha. Unhe ek weak student ka naam pata tha, jiske peeche principal extra careful rehta hai. Unhone socha, discipline se theek ho jaayega. Yeh soch unki pehli galti nahi thi. Bas ab tak iska keemat nahi chuka tha.

 

[Irock7878]

Update2


Lunch break ke corridor mein do ladke idhar-udhar ki baat kar rahe the. Padhai nahi. Girlfriend nahi. Bilal.

“Yaar life ho toh Bilal jaisi, warna na ho.”

Doosra hansa. “Aisa kyun?”

“Naya scene nahi pata tujhe? Head girl.”

School ki head girl Neha — gori, toppers wali, jiske peeche half school pagal tha. Kahani yeh thi ki Bilal ne hafte-hafte message kiya, pressure nahi, sirf consistency. Phir school ke baad purani building. Kuch ladke bahar khade. Andar kya hua, yeh detail har baar badal jaati thi. Kiss, blowjob, forcefully litana, blood, forty minute — locker-room ki zubaan hamesha extra masala daalti hai. Sach kitna tha, kisi ko nahi pata. Bas itna pakka tha ki Neha agle din school mein thodi si tootii hui si dikhi, aur Bilal normal.

Doosri line yeh bhi thi ki jaate-jaate usne bag se ek tablet nikaal ke di, ghar tak chhod ke aaya. Kuch log isko care kehte, kuch isko control.

Bell se pehle dono ki nazar ground ke kinare padti hai. Sheetal ma’am doosri class ki taraf jaa rahi thin. Red saree nahi, aaj cream suit tha, lekin chaal wahi thi — short steps, hips ka natural sway, pallu sambhalte hue bhi figure chhupta nahi. Ground ke kuch bacche cricket chhod ke dekh rahe the. Un dono ne pant ke andar haath daal ke set kiya, phir has diye jaise mazaak ho.

“Kash saari teacher aisi mile.”

“Padhai ka pata nahi, mood pakka ban jaaye.”

“Agar yeh hamari class mein aa gayi na…”

Doosra muskuraaya. “Toh iski suhagrat Bilal bhai ke saath confirm hai.”

Pehla bola, “Kal head girl. Iske number mein time nahi lagega. Bilal se yeh zyada din nahi bachegi.”

Yeh baatein unki thi. Sasti, garam, aur adhoori. Unhe nahi pata tha ki jis aurat ko woh “maal” keh rahe hain, uske ghar mein raat ko ek husband sota hai jo uska naam leke bhi poora nahi karta.

Class mein wapas aaye toh topic already Sheetal tha. Figure, walk, blouse, “lucky husband.” Tabhi darwaze se Bilal andar aaya — chhe foot ek, slim-muscular, dark, average-handsome nahi, tez. Kaale baal thode upar uthhe hue, eyebrows tight, jaise hamesha kisi ko naap raha ho. Saath mein Firoz aur Khalid, uske chamche. Padhai mein yeh dono Bilal se better the. Himmat mein nahi.

“Aur bhaiyon, kya chal raha hai?”

Firoz hasa. “Yeh mat pooch kya chal raha hai. Yeh pooch kaunsi chal rahi hai.”

Bilal pocket mein haath daale khada raha. “Kaan khol ke rakh. Pata chal hi jaata hai.”

Khalid bola, “Aaj kal toh sunne mein aa raha hai jawan kaliyon ka season hai.”

Bilal ki smile thin thi. “Neha ki baat kar rahe ho? Gora maal school mein har saal nahi milta. Nazrein time se thi. Mood ban gaya toh ho gaya.”

Firoz ne gaand wali line maari, class hasi. Bilal ne hasi join ki, lekin aankh mein woh sasta nasha nahi tha jo in dono ke chehre pe tha. Uske dimaag mein Neha already last week ki file thi. Close. Useful. Khatam nahi, lekin ab focus nahi.

Firoz ne topic ghumaya. “Apne school mein bhi naya maal aaya hai. Married. English wali. Sheetal. Dekha?”

Bilal thoda sa silence ke baad bola, jaise confirm kar raha ho, discover nahi. “Kal hi socha tha. Gaand ubhri hui hai, boobs football. Strict lagti hai.”



Backbench ka ek seedha-saadha ladka bol padha, “Yaar kisi ki ma’am ke baare mein itna nahi bolna chahiye. Teacher hai.”

Bilal uski taraf dekha, gusse se nahi, almost pyar se. “Babu, jis din tujhe jism ka swaad padega, yeh respect wali speech nikal jaayegi. Sheetal maal hai, haan. Lekin loyal bhi lagti hai. Aur loyal aurat jaldi nahi girti. Isliye maze ki hai.”

Firoz, “Kaise pata?”

“Bande lagaye the. Pichhli school mein ek ladke ne message karke propose kiya tha. Uske baap ko bula ke nikalwa diya. Bacchon ki dhunai bhi karti hai. Matlab upar se steel.”

Khalid, “Toh panga mat lena bhai.”

Bilal ne window ki taraf dekha, jaise soch raha ho, waise nahi. “Is duniya mein aake aisa maal na chakhna, toh zindagi adhoori. Time lagega. Lenge. Share nahi karunga.”

Khalid ke kandhe pe haath rakha. “Tere liye jawan maal kaafi hai. Jab meri bhar jaaye — tab sochenge.”

Class hasi. Bilal bhi hasa. Andar se usne date nahi fix ki. Usne sirf file open ki

 

[abdancer]

Bhai bht zaida achi continue kro aur gif or pics use kro

 

[Naina boss]

Bahut badhiya,waiting for more and early updates

 

[pooja pyari]

Super story

 

[Jasmin.]

zabardast, mast aur bahut badhiya update!

 

[Irock7878]

Thank you friends, your likes and comments will motivate me more to give regualr updates.. this is going to be a slow seduction and long story ..