Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

Ganga's Hostel

Srinu entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him. The faint hum of the ceiling exhaust fan filled the silence as he leaned against the sink, staring at his own reflection in the mirror. He pulled out his phone with slightly trembling fingers, unlocking it and navigating to Ganga’s diary. The glow of the screen reflected in his eyes as he picked up from where he had last left off.

Ganga’s Diary:

‘Srinu, after the security officer left, it took a while for me to get a hold of myself and understand what had just happened. There were so many questions in my head. Why did Head Constable Sundari try to seduce me? Why was she enjoying knowing about last night? Did she suspect something about me, especially after seeing all these bite marks on my body? Most important of all, why did my body react to her touch? Why was I getting excited?’

‘Before I could get to the end of these questions, your mother asked, "Are you okay, Ganga?" I answered, "I'm fine, aunty." Your father joined in and said, "You look a little flushed, beta. What happened?" Before I could answer, your mother interrupted and said, "Give her some break. Nobody would look normal after what happened last night. Poor girl also got grilled by the security officer just now." Your mother turned to me and said, "Don't worry, beta. Everything will be alright. You just go home safely and bring lunch for Srinu." I nodded my head and went out of the room.

I walked to the nearest bus stop to take a city bus. After a few minutes, I boarded a bus that would take me to the stop near our house. It was mostly empty because it was around 11 AM, and most people had already gone to work.

The bus conductor came and handed me a ticket. Now that I had some time to think, my mind immediately went back to Constable Sundari. The questions came flooding back—why did she try to seduce me? Why did my body react in such a way to a women's touch? It was such a weird feeling, one I had never felt before.

Suddenly, a voice inside me spoke in a mocking tone: "That’s not true. We’ve experienced this feeling before."

I wondered what this voice was, the one mocking me. Then I realized—it was the same voice that encouraged me to do all the things with Javed and Chacha last night. It was the voice that had broken free after years of suppression. It was my deep inner voice. I asked myself, "Wait a minute… when did we experience this before?"

The voice inside me replied, "Don’t you remember our college and college days when we were in a residential hostel?"

With that, a flood of memories washed over me.

All the moments of my past, things I had locked away, started surfacing. The things I and my friends used to do in our hostel. But before you judge me and my friends, you need to understand—whatever we did, we did not do on our own. As they say, we learn from our elders. My friends and I were influenced by the women around us, by those we trusted the most—our teachers.

As you know, all my collegeing was done in a Christian missionary college. Due to the long distance from home, Priya and I used to stay in the hostel. And let me take a moment to break a myth that society believes in—that all boys' hostels are bad while girls' hostels are pure and innocent. That’s completely false. In my experience, girls' hostels are wilder than boys'. But as I said earlier, the girls did not become wild on their own. They were influenced by some very naughty… very naughty women in our hostels. Especially the teachers who had taken an oath of chastity.’

Srinu could almost imagine Ganga blushing as she wrote this part. He could see her biting her lower lip, a nervous excitement in her eyes as she put these words down, as if reliving those moments herself.

Ganga’s Diary Continued, ‘This happened during a medical camp that was set up every year in our missionary college. Many people from nearby villages used to attend this camp. Priya and I, along with some of our other friends, were chosen to serve in the camp.

One evening, Priya and I were busy with our assigned tasks. Suddenly, one of our friends came rushing to us in a hurry. She was breathless, her eyes wide with excitement. "Come quickly!" she whispered, pulling our hands. "You have to see this."

Confused, Priya and I followed her, thinking it might be some kind of emergency. She led us through the corridor and stopped in front of a small patient ward. Before we could step inside, she pulled us to a hidden corner and gestured for us to stay silent.

We crouched behind a small window that overlooked the room, peeking through the glass. Inside, the patient ward was quiet, dimly lit by the evening light filtering through the windows. There was a young man, maybe in his late teens, lying on a hospital bed. Before we could make out his face, the door at the other end of the room opened, and in walked Miss Mary—our English teacher.

Miss Mary was young, Very beautiful, kind, and soft-spoken. She was loved by all the students. Seeing her here wasn’t surprising, as she was in charge of all the students assigned to serve the patients. We thought she was just making her rounds.

She walked gracefully through the room, tending to the patients, checking their charts, adjusting their blankets. Meanwhile, the young man on the bed did something that made our hearts stop.

He slowly reached down to his pants, unbuttoned them, and unzipped them. Then, he pulled something out from under his underwear.

Srinu… I was so embarrassed at that moment, but I have to confess—this was the first time I had ever seen a penis.

All three of us were frozen in place, unable to believe what we were witnessing. We stared in shock, our breath caught in our throats. He began stroking himself, hiding under the thin hospital sheet that barely covered his movements.

Miss Mary, while tending to the other patients, glanced at him a couple of times. I wondered if she noticed what he was doing or if it was just my imagination. But a few minutes later, she finished attending to the other patients and, one by one, sent them out of the room.

The boy continued, his breathing heavy, his eyes locked onto Miss Mary.’

'After sending the last patient out of the room Miss Mary turned towards the boy with an angry face. Mary walked towards his bed furiously. Looking at her anger I thought she would scold him and call his parents to tell on him. Mary stood beside his bed and asked angrily " What do you think you're doing my son?" Looking at her angry face the boy was shaking with fear, He had his penis under the sheet and with a trembling tone replied " Nothing miss I was just sleeping." Mary replied in a sarcastic tone While looking at his erect penis "Ohh really you were sleeping but I think something is still awake."

The boy realising he got caught immediately tried to cover his penis with his hands. Boy with fear in his eyes "I'm sorry miss I won't do this again please don't tell my parents." Mary replied, " Disgusting boys like you should be punished let me get your parents now." She was about to call His parents were sitting outside the room. The boy pleaded and said, "I'm very sorry miss it was not me, My friends made me do this." Miss Mary said with raising eyebrows "Oh there are others too!" The boy replied "Yes miss! my friends told me that There was a naughty teacher in the college who would bless me with... with sex." Miss Mary gasped with surprise and said "What a disgusting thing to say in a holy place like this.

What else did they tell you?" The boy continued "They said first I have to Pretend to be sick and get admitted in this camp, Then he said she would come in the evening to have sex." With disgust, Miss Mary said, "O Lord have mercy on this child." The boy continued to plead " Sorry miss I thought it was They were talking about, That is the reason why I was..." Before he could finish His sentence Mary Said "You were stroking your cock!" The boy looked at Mary in complete shock. He could see Miss Mary's face turned from anger into a naughty smile While moving her hand over the sheet covering the boy's penis, She rubbed his penis over the sheet and said "Did your friends not tell you That you have to wait until everyone left the room."

My friends and I were completely shocked by the sudden twist of events. We were unable to digest that our beloved English teacher Miss Mary was touching someone's penis. In total confusion, I said "What is going on?" before I could speak anymore Priya put her hand on my mouth and told me to shut up and watch.'

'The boy looked at Mary in complete disbelief and said "So it's true... I thought my friends were franking on me." Mary lowered the sheet revealing his hard penis. She wrapped her hand around his penis and started stroking softly and said "Yes it is true and next time be careful to wait until everyone has left." By saying that she looked around to check whether anybody was there or not.

Then she did something that Got burnt into my memory and I could remember it as if it happened yesterday, She checked one last time confirming that there was no one around. She bent down her head and started sucking his penis. She kissed the tip of his penis while licking it with her tongue.

The boy gasped in pleasure while My friends and I were watching in complete horror. The boy said "Ahhh... yes miss!! I can't believe This is finally happening!" Miss Mary responded with a little bite on his penis. The boy shuddered and thanked Mary saying "Thank you miss I never thought I could be with such a beautiful woman like you. I thought I'd die a Virgin. All the girls in my class rejected me. You were my last hope." Miss Mary Let go of his penis from her mouth and said " Ohh my poor boy don't worry whenever you want to have fun just come around my quarters. we will take care of." At that point, I could not help but wonder why she said `we` will take care of you. Is there anyone else also involved in this? After saying that she went back sucking his penis this time even more deeper and faster.

The boy started moaning loudly. We could not believe our eyes that our sweet and kind Miss Mary is sucking a stranger's penis in a holy place like this. Miss Mary stopped sucking his penis and lifted her dress. She climbed over the bed, Moving her left leg over his hips Sat on top of him, In one single moment she inserted his penis into her pussy And started riding him. The boy could not believe his eyes he stared at her in disbelief. She looked at him smiling lifting her dress to show her boobs, The cross which she was wearing fell in between her boobs. He moved his hand forward as if he was touching some divine, He pressed her soft boobs.'

'My friends and I were sitting there motionless watching the whole scene, The whole thing with our beloved teacher Mary half naked riding on stranger's penis while the Cross dangling in between her boobs looked so corrupted It felt like it was burning my eyes, not with fire but with lust. Now the boy lost in pleasure managed to say "Miss I want to kiss you." She smiled at him and told him to move aside, She lay beside him and told him to come on top of her. As the boy was moving on top of her he could see the most beautiful sight, With Miss Mary naked tell her boobs And with her legs wide open inviting him. He could not hold himself back and attacked her with full force inserting his penis deep inside her and started pounding her into the bed while the bed made squeaking sounds. Mary locked her legs around his hips and pressed his chest onto her boobs by tightly hugging him. The boy could not take anymore with final few strokes he came inside her pussy. He lay on top of Mary with exhaustion, Mary comforted him by stroking his hair with her hand.'

As we were watching in complete shock, my hand accidentally brushed against a medical tray beside me, causing it to fall onto the floor with a loud clanking sound. My heart jumped into my throat as the noise echoed through the room.

Almost immediately, I heard Miss Mary’s sharp voice cutting through the silence.

Miss Mary ( shouting): "Who is there?"

My friends and I didn’t waste a second. Without looking back, we sprinted out of there before Miss Mary could catch us. Our feet pounded against the cold floors of the hallway as we raced towards our dormitories, the adrenaline surging through our veins.

By the time we reached our room, I was gasping for air, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My hands trembled as I struggled to process what I had just witnessed. The scene replayed in my mind, over and over, filling me with disbelief and unease.

I turned to my friend, my voice laced with anger.

Me ( furious): "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Before I could say anything more, Priya interrupted, her voice just as sharp as mine.

Priya ( angrily): "Yes! What the hell is wrong with you?"

At first, I thought Priya was supporting me, but the next words out of her mouth stunned me.

Priya ( frustrated): "Why didn’t you take us to that room before?"

I blinked in confusion. What did she just say? I struggled to comprehend her words until she turned to our friend and snapped,

Priya ( furious): "You bitch! You’ve been enjoying all by yourself. Why didn’t you tell us earlier? We could have also joined you!"

My friend raised her hands defensively and replied,

Friend ( calmly): "Oh, calm down, Priya. I only found out about Miss Mary yesterday."

But Priya was still fuming. She whipped around to face me, her eyes blazing with irritation.

Priya ( angry): "Only if this Dumbo hadn’t pushed that tray and made a noise, we could have watched them go for the second round!"

Her words hit me like a slap. I was completely taken aback. Instead of being disgusted by what Miss Mary was doing, Priya was mad at me for ruining their show?

Me ( shocked): "Why are you angry with me? Did you not just see what Miss Mary did? We should be reporting her!"

My friend let out a dramatic sigh of frustration, and Priya palmed her face as if I were too naive to understand.

Priya ( muttering under her breath): "We should have never brought her with us."

My friend nodded in agreement.

Friend ( exasperated): "Yes, Priya. We should have left her in the camp."

I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could get a word out, Priya cut me off.

Priya ( firmly): "Please do us a favor and don’t tell anyone about this. If you want to stay a virgin, that’s your choice. But at least let us have our fun."

They both exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter, throwing me a mocking look before walking away.

That night, Priya and my friend gathered all our other friends and excitedly narrated every detail of what had happened in that room. Their voices were filled with excitement and amusement as they described Miss Mary and that young guy, as if they had just watched a thrilling movie.

From that day onwards, it became a secret routine. Every night, more and more girls from our dormitory would sneak out to watch Miss Mary. It became a source of gossip, excitement, and amusement.

But it didn’t stop there. As time went on, more shocking secrets surfaced. Priya and the others discovered that many of our teachers were secretly involved with various men—drivers, milkmen, vegetable sellers, mechanics, and more.

Knowing the blatant hypocrisy being practiced in our college, my friends became wilder by the day. Their boldness seeped into every aspect of our lives.

Even in the classroom, they couldn’t control themselves. Whenever we had biology lessons on sex education, they used the charts as an excuse to misbehave. My friends would tease and mock the girls like me, who opposed their behavior, by licking the drawings of male penis on the charts.

They would taunt us, saying we had never had boyfriends, never kissed anyone on the lips. Especially two of my classmates, Isha and Sana, who took it to another level. They would passionately kiss each other right in the middle of class whenever the teacher was absent, just to get a reaction out of us.

But things escalated further in our hostel.

Seeing our elders indulging in their secret affairs every night, my friends grew even bolder. Soon, they started sneaking their boyfriends into our hostel rooms.

It became a system. Some girls would take turns with their boyfriends inside the rooms, while others stood guard outside, ready to warn them if the hostel warden came for rounds.

And it became a ritual for them to tease me and the few other girls who remained "innocent."

Isha and Sana, the main instigators, would deliberately act out different sex positions in front of us, mocking us for being inexperienced. Priya, of course, was always leading the charge.

One night, Priya smirked and turned to Isha and Sana.

Priya ( playfully): "Hey, show Ganga what a blowjob looks like."

Isha grinned mischievously, grabbed the string of her pajama pants, and held it up as if it were a penis. She then got on her knees and started bobbing her head, moaning dramatically.

I turned my face away in disgust, but Priya sat beside me and forcefully turned my face toward them.

Priya ( teasingly): "Come on, sweet baby Ganga, watch and learn."

Isha then lay down on the bed with her legs spread wide.

Isha ( mocking): "Sana, come on top of me."

Sana, giggling, jumped onto Isha with enthusiasm, grinding her hips against her playfully. Isha moaned exaggeratedly, making the others burst into laughter.

Priya leaned close to my ear and whispered,

Priya ( sensually): "That’s called fucking. It’s the missionary position. There are many more—doggy, cowgirl, 69…"

She smirked and added, "Doggy is my favourite position."

I pushed her away, my face burning.

Me ( angrily): "You are such a devil, Priya!"

Everyone laughed at my reaction. Priya wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

Priya ( mocking): "Don’t worry, my darling Ganga. When you finally get a boyfriend, you’ll know who the real devil is."

Blood rushed to my cheeks at her words. Priya noticed and giggled.

Priya ( teasingly): "Oh look! My baby Ganga is blushing!"

I pushed her away again as everyone around me laughed.

But soon, the laughter faded as everyone turned their attention back to Isha and Sana. Their playful act had turned into something… much more intense. They were lost in their own world, caressing each other with a passion I had never seen before.

Isha’s moans grew louder as Sana ground against her. Their lips were locked in a deep kiss, their bodies pressing together.

Priya ( laughing): "Hey girls, what are you doing? I told you to act, not overact!"

Isha and Sana snapped back to reality, giving us an awkward smile.

Isha ( grinning): "We carried on because Priya didn’t tell us to stop."

After a few more jokes and teasing, everyone eventually left for their rooms.

Our hostel had two-person sharing bedrooms for everyone. My roommate was Priya. That night, as we lay in bed, she turned to me.

Priya ( softly): "I’m sorry, baby. I teased you a bit too much today."

Me ( sighing): "That’s okay! But I don’t know how you guys can do such things."

Priya ( grinning): "Ohh, you’ll know once you get yourself a boyfriend."

Me ( firmly): "There is no way I will behave in such a disgusting manner."

Priya ( mockingly): "Still don’t want to let go of your virginity, do you?"

Me ( proudly): "Yes! I won’t let go of my purity. I will wait for the right person."

Priya ( teasingly): "Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know the right person—a friend of my boyfriend with a big..."

She made space between both her hands, trying to show the size of her boyfriend’s friend’s penis.

I slapped her hands away, my face burning.

Me ( glaring): "You’re such a dirty girl, Priya!"

She burst into laughter at my reaction.

After a few seconds, something hit me, and I turned to her suspiciously.

Me ( curious): "Anyway, how do you know the size of your boyfriend’s friend’s pe..."

I hesitated, unable to say the full word, but Priya understood immediately. She smirked, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

Priya ( naughtily): "Last time I called my boyfriend, he said he was busy with work. So... I called his friend instead."

I pushed her away, completely scandalized.

Me ( exasperated): "You are unbelievable, Priya! Only if my parents knew what a dirty girl my friend is."

Priya leaned close to me, her voice sultry.

Priya ( smirking): "Only if your parents knew that there’s a naughty girl hidden inside you."

Me ( firmly): "No! That will never happen. My parents brought me up with good manners."

Priya’s expression suddenly changed, and she pouted.

Priya ( sadly): "So you’re saying my parents are bad and didn’t raise me well?"

I immediately regretted my words and quickly apologized.

Me ( guiltily): "I’m sorry, Priya! I didn’t mean that."

Priya suddenly laughed in my face.

Priya ( mockingly): "Ohh, my poor baby girl! You are so innocent. I was just kidding."

I softly slapped her cheek, rolling my eyes.

Me ( laughing): "Oh, Priya! You and your jokes!"

We both giggled. She hugged me tightly.

Priya( kissing my cheek): "Baby, You are my best friend!"

I hugged her back and said 'You are my dirty friend.' we laughed together and finally went to sleep.

Somewhere around midnight, I felt someone touching my cheeks, trying to wake me up. It was Priya. She was excited, a little giggly… With childish amusement, she said, “Get up! I have to show you something.”

Yawning and stretching, I mumbled lazily, “Let me sleep, Priya.”

Priya insisted, “Get up! I really want to show you something.”

She grabbed my hand and started pulling me, trying to get me out of bed. I eventually gave in, got up, and followed her. Midway to our destination, she got frustrated with my sluggish pace, caught my hand firmly, and tugged me along, making me walk faster.

We passed several rooms and finally stopped in front of the last room in the corridor. I immediately recognized it as Esha and Sana’s room. Priya carefully cracked open the window adjacent to the door.

Before I could ask anything, she pulled my hand and motioned for me to sit beside her. I hesitantly complied and peered inside the room. At first, I couldn’t quite understand what I was seeing. But then, as my eyes adjusted, realization slowly dawned on me.

Sana and Isha were both completely naked in bed, with Sana on top of Isha. They were kissing passionately, their bodies pressed tightly against each other.​