It had become their routine.

Late afternoons. Locked doors. Silent corridors.

But on this particular Thursday, the rain hadn’t come. The heat pressed down heavy on the school like a hand gripping the back of a neck. The fans whirred lazily. And Nandini… was aching.

She waited alone in the staff room, seated on the desk, saree loose, one strap of her blouse already slipping off her shoulder.

When Vikrant walked in, his eyes darkened instantly.

“No time for teasing today,” she whispered, reaching for his belt.

But just as he stepped toward her, the doorknob rattled. The key turned.

They froze.

And in stepped Miss Rhea Sen—young, newly appointed English teacher. Tall. Sharp features. Red lipstick. A little too observant for her own good.

She stopped.

Saw the undone blouse, Vikrant’s open belt, the tension that hung in the air like lightning before a strike.

“Oh,” she said slowly, licking her bottom lip. “So it’s true.”

Nandini felt the heat rise in her cheeks, but Vikrant didn’t flinch. He met Rhea’s gaze, jaw set. “Close the door.”

She did. Quietly. Then turned the lock.

“I should report you,” she said, walking over in slow, measured steps. “But…” Her eyes dropped to Nandini’s parted legs. “…you always looked too innocent to be this naughty. It’s kind of... delicious.”

Nandini swallowed hard, arousal tingling under her skin. “What do you want, Rhea?”

Rhea smiled, stepping behind her, fingers gently stroking down her exposed shoulder. “I want in.”

Vikrant raised a brow, but said nothing.

Rhea leaned down, lips brushing Nandini’s ear. “May I?”

Nandini gave a soft, trembling nod.

That was all it took.

Rhea unpinned Nandini’s saree with skillful fingers, letting the fabric fall. Her blouse was peeled down, her breasts bare, nipples hard and flushed. Rhea kissed her neck, slow and sensual, while Vikrant stepped in front of her, stroking himself as he watched.

Rhea knelt behind Nandini and began to kiss down her spine—slow, wet, teasing. Her hands reached around to cup her breasts, fingers rolling the nipples while her tongue dragged lower, until she was kneeling between Nandini’s legs.

She spread her gently, and without warning, her tongue found Nandini’s slick center—soft, then firm, circling and sucking as Nandini cried out.

“Fuck—Rhea—don’t stop,” she moaned, hips rocking into her face.

Vikrant grunted, watching them both with raw hunger before he moved closer, letting Nandini take him in her mouth—deep, warm, gagging slightly as he fucked her mouth in rhythm with Rhea’s licking.

It was madness.

Nandini moaning around Vikrant’s cock. Rhea’s tongue buried in her soaked pussy. The taste of sex and sweat and silence broken only by the wet, obscene sounds of pleasure.

Then Vikrant pulled away, pushed Nandini forward on the table, and entered her from behind—deep, brutal, hitting all the right angles. Rhea slid two fingers inside her at the same time, licking around where they met, moaning at the taste.

“God, you’re so fucking filthy,” Vikrant groaned, pounding into her harder.

Nandini came again—loud, body shaking, her thighs dripping with arousal. But Rhea wasn't done. She stood, stripped off her kurti, her red lace bra barely containing her breasts.

“Switch.”

Vikrant smirked.

This time, he took Rhea from behind while Nandini knelt between her thighs, licking her the same way she’d been licked minutes earlier—faster, sloppier, moaning as Rhea came hard, grinding her face into her pussy.

Three bodies. Tangled. Sweaty. Ravenous.

By the end, the staff room reeked of sex. Books knocked over. Clothes half-scattered. All three of them panting, eyes glazed, skin glowing with the aftermath.

Rhea redressed first, casually fixing her lipstick in the glass pane of the cabinet.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asked.

Vikrant chuckled.

But it was Nandini who answered.

“Only if we lock the door better.”

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