Hungry teacher Madhushree's backseat sex
Hi, I am Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my last story about cuckolding Shivani at the farmhouse . Genuine Couples looking for real fun like Swap/Group/Orgy/Cuckold/Lesbian can approach me. I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. Horny unsatisfied housewives and sexy young baby dolls can reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. This story will be narrated from the footsteps of Madhushree, the teacher. This is a real-life incident of one of my readers, and I am writing in her stead. Coming to the story, I am Madhushree, a true Bangalorean. I am happily married with no kids. I am aged 35. My husband works for a sales company. Ours was a love marriage(husband is a college senior), nine years and running. I have a Master’s in English and am a professor. After Covid, I changed jobs from being a professor at Koramangala to a college at Yelahanka for better pay. It is the main reason behind Madhan entering my life. I was introduced to all the faculties on the first day of the new college. After introductions, I noticed that I was the youngest faculty of that college. For the first time, I watched Madhan from the college balcony while he was playing intense football and sprinting with the ball. On the second day of college, I witnessed Madhan being one of my class students. Madhan was a well-built, tall, and handsome guy. He sat one row behind the last bench and was very magnetic to me. A back story: We wanted to enjoy life in the early days of our marriage. So we delayed kids with protective sex for around three years. After three years, we tried for a kid, but I could not conceive. When the craving for a kid climbed high, we started consultations with a gynaecologist. Due to the nature of work and maximum exploration of each other, our mutual interest in sex had plunged very badly. We used to have sex only when I was ovulating if he was available at the station. His interest in me had worsened so badly that these days he hardly sees my face while talking. He almost keeps himself dug deep into his cell phone. My sexual cravings and appetite were never fulfilled. Many a time, I had to masturbate to satisfy my physical starvation. I still urged for more erotic and thrilling excitements. Present day: One weekend, since my husband was out of the station, I went to a restaurant to have dinner. While I was ordering food, I saw Madhan with his friends outside the restaurant on the footpath. I noticed his disorderly walking. Madhan immediately turned and caught my eyes. When Madhan’s eyes fell on me, a jolt of current ran through my body, and my eyes fluttered. He gave a gentle smile and kept looking at me now and then. After finishing my dinner, I came out and started my car home. After driving a few meters, I noticed Madhan walking alone on the footpath. I stopped my car to a side and honked. I asked Madhan, “Come. I will drop you home.” He initially denied it since he was high with a kick. On my compulsion, he came and sat next to me. I realized from the smell that he was heavily drunk. I asked him, “Yenu party, na?” (What party, ha?) Madhan: “Yeah, slightly.” (scratching his head) Madhushree: “Does your family know?” Madhan: “No, they will kill me.” Madhushree: “How will you manage now?” Madhan: “I will go straight to the room.” I dropped him just close to the house. After dropping him off, I watched him walk to his home. A crazy idea made my hand travel down my panty. I fingered, imagining Madhan while he walked slowly out of my sight. I drove home, stood under the shower, and smiled, imagining Madhan. I dried after the shower and poured a glass of whiskey. I drank the whiskey neat and poured another round. After two shots, I jumped on the bed with no clothes. I grinned absent-mindedly, thinking about my dirty imagination. I unlocked my mobile, scrolled through Instagram posts, and found a new request from Madhan. My account was private. I did not accept the request. I scrolled through Madhan’s account, seeing his pictures and reels. I started caressing my body, thinking of him. I slowly touched my fleshy boobs and rubbed with my fingers the erect nipples. I squeezed my boobs hard and ran my hands down to the forest of my pussy which was already wet. I was moaning. I thought about Madhan and fingered my pussy to ejaculate. Oh heavens, after a very long I was satisfied with the shot. Madhan is a great satisfaction to my cravings. The next weekend I wore a tight T-shirt on top that carved the shape of my huge boobs and skinny jeans sticking onto my legs. I lied to my husband that a friend was coming for dinner. I took my car and went to the same restaurant as the last week, hoping to see Madhan. Before entering the restaurant, my eyes hurriedly searched all around for a glimpse of Madhan. But I was disappointed not to find him. I went inside the restaurant and ordered the food. While I was sipping my soup, Madhan walked inside the restaurant’s front door. But he was with his friends who were my other students. Seeing me, all the students wished me, and I noticed all were drunk and high. The moment my eyes caught with Madhan, I had a blush. Madhan had his eyes scanning me from head to heel. There was chemistry with messages being passed with the look of the eyes. I asked them to sit at my table. But they did not agree and took a different table. Like lovers, there was often brief eye contact between Madhan and me while having dinner. I waited for the group to leave the restaurant before me. I slowly walked to the car and started the engine. I saw Madhan at the same location, and he seemed to wait for my car. When I stopped the car, he came and sat inside the car. We started talking.