First Time Cheating After Marriage

I walked into Principal Sir’s office, my heart pounding in anticipation. It had been building up to this moment for months now. Sir had been flirting with me ever since I joined the small government school on the outskirts of the city.

As a 25-year-old married woman, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. My husband, a merchant navy officer, was rarely at home. That left me sexually unfulfilled and unsatisfied.

I sat down across from Sir’s desk, crossing my legs, making sure to show a bit of skin. I wore a short kurti today, something sexy but not too obvious. Sir looked at me with those knowing eyes, like he could see right through me.

“So, Sushma, how have you been settling in?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh, it’s been good, sir,” I replied, batting my eyelashes. “Everyone has been so welcoming.”

Sir chuckled. “I’m glad to hear that. You know, I have a feeling you’re going to fit in very well here.”

There was a meaning behind his words, a hidden message only I could decipher. I felt a flush creep up my neck.

“Thank you, Sir. I do hope so,” I managed to say.

Sir stood up and walked around his desk, perching on the edge right in front of me. I had to crane my neck to look up at him.

“Sushma, can I ask you something personal?” he said, his voice low.

I swallowed hard. “Of course, sir, anything at all.”

“How’s your marriage? How’s the sex life with your husband?”

I was taken aback but tried to play it cool. “It’s fine, Sir. We’re newlyweds, still figuring things out.”

Sir raised an eyebrow. “Figuring things out? Sushma, a woman like you deserves more than fine. You deserve to be worshipped, to be taken to heights of pleasure you never even knew existed.”

I felt myself getting wet at his words, my pussy clenching with need. But I couldn’t let him know that. I had to keep up the act of the shy, innocent bride.

“Sir, we really shouldn’t be discussing this,” I said, looking down demurely.

“Nonsense,” Sir said, lifting my chin with his finger. “I’m old enough to be your father, Sushma. I want what’s best for you.”

His hand trailed down from my chin, down my neck, over my collarbone. I shivered at his touch.

“Sir, please,” I breathed out, but I made no move to stop him.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “I know your husband is a quick finisher Sushma. 3, 4 minutes and he’s done. I can do so much better than that. I can make you cum over and over again until you’re completely satisfied.”

I couldn’t hold back a moan at his dirty words. Sir pulled back, a smug look on his face.

“I thought so,” he said. “You’re just aching for a real man’s touch, aren’t you, Sushma? A man who knows what he’s doing in bed?”

I nodded, unable to form words. Sir reached out and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me up out of my chair and flush against his body. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach.

“I can give you what you need, Sushma,” he growled. “I can fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about your husband. I’ve already done it with 12 other teachers here. You’ll be number 13.”

I gasped at that revelation, but it only turned me on more. Sir claimed my mouth in a searing kiss, and I responded eagerly, opening up for him. His tongue invaded my mouth, tangling with mine as he groped my ass.

He walked me backwards until my back hit the wall. Sir pushed his leg between my thighs, pressing against my aching core. I ground down against him desperately.

“I need you, sir,” I whined against his mouth. “I need your big cock inside me. Please fuck me.”

Sir groaned and fumbled with the buttons of my kurti, undoing them one by one. He pushed the garment off my shoulders and down my arms, letting it pool at my feet. My large breasts were encased in a lacy black bra, a stark contrast to the demure clothes.

“Fuck Sushma, you’re even sexier than I imagined,” Sir said, cupping my tits and squeezing them roughly. “Such a perfect body wasted on an inexperienced boy like your husband.”

He unclasped my bra and tossed it aside. My boobs bounced free, the nipples already hard points. Sir took one in his mouth, sucking hard while he pinched and rolled the other between his fingers. I cried out, fisting my hands in his hair.

Sir switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. His other hand trailed down my stomach to the waistband of my salwar. He unfastened it and yanked it down along with my panty, leaving me bare before him.

I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But in the best way possible. Sir took a step back, drinking at the sight of my naked body.

“Look at this pretty pink cunt,” he said, his voice full of awe. “So wet and ready for me. Your husband has no idea what he’s missing out on.”

He dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs, licking a stripe up my slit. I nearly screamed at the sensation.

“Oh fuck, sir!” I cried out, not caring about being loud. “Yes, just like that!”

Sir ate me out like a starving man, licking and sucking at my cunt. He stabbed his tongue inside me, fucking me with it. He found my clit and circled it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. I saw stars.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” I shouted, my thighs starting to quake.

Sir doubled his efforts, licking and sucking harder and faster. I came with a loud moan, gushing all over his face. He lapped up my release like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

Before I could come down from my high, Sir stood up and undid his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear. His cock sprang free, long and thick and hard. The sight of it made me clench in anticipation.

“Turn around and brace yourself against the wall,” Sir ordered.

I did as he said, putting my hands on the wall and sticking my ass out. Sir kicked my legs further apart and notched the head of his cock at my entrance. With one hard thrust, he was buried inside me to the hilt.

“Fuck Sushma, you’re so tight,” he grunted, starting to move. “I’m going to ruin this little pussy for your husband.”

And ruin me, he did. Sir fucked me hard and deep, pounding into me with abandon. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with my moans and his grunts.

He reached around to rub at my clit, making me see stars all over again. I came hard on his cock, my pussy clamping down around him. Sir followed soon after, shooting his load deep inside me with a loud groan.

We collapsed against the wall, both of us breathing hard. Sir pulled out of me, and I felt his cum start to leak out of my well-fucked hole.

“You’re mine now, Sushma,” he said, his voice possessive. “I’m going to fuck you every single day. You’ll be my 13th conquest.”

I could only nod in agreement, too satisfied to argue. I had a feeling my marriage was about to get a lot more interesting.

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