I soon got what I was looking for. From the doorway I turned around and I stopped suddenly. My head went into a tizzy.
I could see Archana’s back at the distant study table, a few feet away from me. She was busily kissing her boyfriend beside her.
I kept observing them, from a distance.
Have they forgotten they were in class?
It seemed they were oblivious to the surroundings around them.
Archana stopped for a moment, and adjusted her hair. Then she resumed. I watched her slide her tongue in between, upping my voyeuristic amusement and my own body heat.
My heart pounded energetically, while I calmly viewed the exuberance of youth. My leaving the table for a brief moment had provided them the perfect opportunity to grab and tongue each other. The idea must have seemed sinfully forbidden and illicit. And more the danger, more was the unfolding of exciting pleasure.
I just couldn’t draw my eyes away from their titillating passion. It was too irresistible.
Archana has started moaning softly. And I was getting turned on and on. In each passing minute.
My conscience was telling me to catch them red-handed and reprimand them strongly. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
I was heaving and panting under my sari. What was it about them that was poisoning me so much? Was it due to my sex-starved condition for the past one week? Was it the long absence of Rajat? Or the lack of his penis up my ass? Or the lack of the silky touch of his long fingers around my navel? Or the lack of the languid flick of his tongue over my rigid nipple? Or the… Ahhh… I just couldn’t control… was I getting wet?
I was a married lady dearly loved by her husband.
He had promised me that he would be back the next week.
Where was my self-control? Why was my body disobeying me and coaxing me to give in to my erotic imagination? Why was I lusting to put my tongue through Archana’s clit and lick her to a thousand orgasms? And why was I dying to fill my own with her boyfriend’s thick rod?
What was I doing? Wouldn’t I be cheating on Rajat? How would I appease my guilty conscience and forgive myself?
Or was this just a fun experiment? Going with the flow and satisfying that horny couple over there? Share with them a mature lady’s experience? What was the wrong in that?
They have stopped kissing. Possibly they realized they were going too far. But they had ignited the fire in my sex. I just couldn’t remain calm anymore.
But I would be crossing ethical and moral boundaries. I was their teacher, after all. They all looked up to me with respect. Although a few of the guys had their crushes on me, including Gautam. But that was normal for their ages. What I was scheming was extra ordinary and could have dangerous consequences.
Ok, let’s face it, I was not trying to prove a point to anybody. I had desires of my own which I was having great difficulty in stifling. I had always pushed away the flutters of my heart in my growing up years. Wasn’t now the right time to answer those feelings? The three of us could have a rollicking time, without anybody knowing. I was sure they would keep it a secret. Archana was no virgin. I had heard rumors of her sleeping with Gautam quite a few times. And the luscious way they were French kissing showed that they weren’t novices at all.