My Sir's Hot Wife - 1
Friends, you are reading this sex story on indiansexstories dot net Hi readers, this is my first intimate experience with a woman, and I am as much thrilled as I am afraid as it is not with my wife ;) Readers, please remember that whatever happened has happened at a time when I am still studying my intermediate 15 years ago, and if any fault is there it’s that of my lecturer’s wife who is double my age, already married, but didn’t stop my innocent advances. Going into the sex story, in my intermediate, while physics is the horror of most students, chemistry is the nightmare in my case (of course, the events related to this story later reversed that and now I’m a B.Sc. chemistry student!). We had a 6 feet tall and thin chemistry lecturer who is very good on the subject but at the same time too fast in his teaching. I used to struggle understanding or writing those equations. However, as I told about my background, I’m not one from a well-to-do family, short stature (5’4″) and have tanned skin due to heavy exposure to the sun. Hence education is my only way to grow up in life and I worked hard wherever I am. Seeing my hard work, my chemistry sir liked me and offered his support by asking me to come to his home on holidays like Sundays also should I need more revision in chemistry classes. I was happy like a baby and thanked him so many times. The next week onwards, I started going to his house for tuition and was surprised seeing his big double-deluxe house with a big compound. I stood at the door which was open and all the more stunned with unbelievable costly furniture everywhere. He warmly called me to come inside. I couldn’t thank him enough for his kindness that is such a rich and busy person (he is always with books), he is giving time for me and that too without asking for tuition fee. As time went on, I became little by little known to his car driver, Ranga, and the maid, Ramya also. Once I was busily doing some chemistry equations in his large spacious well-decorated hall, I asked Ramya to bring some drinking water. (I should mention here that not only was Ramya was having a mind-blowing structure, she always wore tight-fitting half-saris, she was a little mischievous at times.). There is no one in the hall except me and Ramya. As I returned the empty glass to Ramya after drinking the water, she came close to me, untucked her pallu which is tucked below her lehenga near her navel and wiped the water on the corners of my mouth. I don’t know at that time but it was a nice feeling and I can never forget the aroma of her pallu. Of course, as her mischief continued – one day, I pounced on her as she was going to breastfeed her baby and showed how mischievous I can be – which I will discuss in the next part ;) :) I became topper in chemistry in my class very soon. Once I went to my teacher’s house during a festival called Sankranti (Pongal). It’s a great festival in their region, it seems and my teacher forced me to dine with them. That was the first time he called his wife, who mostly stays upstairs, to introduce me to his best student. He called her “Priya”. She was drying her hair, possibly had her hair shower before, and came down with the electric dryer in her hands and a warm smile like an angel that I in the movies only. Being the wife of a tall man like my lecturer, she is around 5’10”. He introduced her to me as his wife, Priyadarshini, a certified yoga gold-medalist, though she prefers staying at home and continuing yoga as a passion rather than taking any yoga classes owing to her reserved nature. At that time, she is just a beautiful woman to my eyes, maybe due to my innocent age. But now when I recall, words like attractive, gorgeous, lovely, etc are not enough to describe her. She is very fair, oval face, pointed nose, small dimples in her cheeks and lips that need no lipstick. Her structure reminds that of Gemma Atkinson, strong and curvy at the same time. Her measurements, which I later came to know secretly, are 36D-28-38. The innie navel is deep and enticing. I greeted her with visibly shaken hand. To my delight, she received my hand with an enthusiastic smile saying her hubby tells a lot about me and my hard work, unlike his other students. I had the best food I can only dream soon after with the couple being very kind. I developed a lot of fondness towards both of them as days passed by. Of course, Priya madam too used to call me innocent boy, which I didn’t like, but I didn’t mind much due to her kindness towards me. One day, I went as usual to my sir’s house and found his car missing, which means he had gone out of the station to a nearby town, as that is the only time he prefers his car over his Royal Enfield. I was about to leave the house when Priya madam called me loudly. It was then I noticed that the front door was bolted from outside and went near the window. She was with her usual angelic smile telling me this is the problem with my sir – his absent-mindedness! :) I unbolted the door and for formality, sake went inside thinking to return soon. What met my eyes was a Priya madam with a flowing, thick, long and silky hair wearing a Georgette transparent satin navy blue with yellow design sari on a tight, sleeveless (threaded), low neck matching blouse the sight of which caused my dick to increase its size for the first time in my life. It’s a strange pleasure I had for the first time. I felt something uncomfortable at the same time and was about to leave saying I came for some subject related queries and would return later. However, she joked if it’s only for my sir that I come for always and I – not understanding that it’s a joke – seriously said sorry and sat in the sofa with the usual comfort I had with her. She said she is decorating the rooms and asked me to watch my favorite program on the TV while she will join me once the work is finished.