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Hi dear readers, I am Rony. The following is an incident about how a 35-year-old beautiful lady professor, who was on the verge of divorce, explored with a young professor (me) to satisfy her sexual appetite.

Being a young professor with good looks, good teaching skills and camaraderie with students always made me a college favorite. I always received anonymous letters at my table … requests to which I never responded. It was because deep down I knew it was unethical to indulge in such acts.

Two months after I joined my college, I was walking down the office lane when I saw a beautiful Indian lady. A very nice plated saree, long hair, enough makeup, beautiful eyes, and a body I couldn’t keep my eyes off. I wanted to know her then and there, but since I had class, I had to rush away. Later I found out that she was the new faculty and her name was Gayu (name changed).

I was so sad she was not in my department. But I was happy that I would see her around the campus. And life continued as normal. Although I met her a few times here and there, I couldn’t really strike up a conversation.

A few weeks later, the day came. I was having breakfast alone in the canteen when an unfamiliar voice called me from behind and asked if she could join me. To my surprise, it was Ms Gayu. She was wearing a red saree. She just looked like a true sex goddess. I obliged positively and we started to eat our food.

Upon inquiry, I came to know that she was a mallu who was raised in north India just like me. She had a 5-year-old daughter and was married. But her hubby resided in Mumbai and she stayed in Bangalore in a PG, which was closer to my flat. And this was the point I focused on more.

The vibe between us was very natural, maybe because we could talk in English, Malayalam, and Hindi. In the eventual days, we started to meet in the canteen and got a lot free with each other. Since her PG was closer to my flat, she even joined me for my morning walks.

One day while discussing and talking about life, I just casually asked her, “Missing your husband?” to which she said, “Yeah sure, if you say so.”

I sensed something was wrong. She then asked me about my dating life. I replied, “I like to keep things casual and don’t like commitments and that there is a secret”.

She asked me to spill the secret and I didn’t. And since we were jogging and walking, I saw her armpit sweat patch on her t-shirt. I was just imagining its taste and the smell it might have.

That evening while returning from college, we were walking and she was kind of in a bad mood. I asked her what the issue was and she didn’t say. Then I said, “Let’s have tea”. I thought that would cheer her up.

Then we went to a nearby bakery and ordered tea. While having tea, she told me, “Rony, I have something to tell you. Or else my head will burst”.

I asked, “What happened?”

Then came the surprise. Gayu said that she and her husband were on the verge of divorce and that she had an argument with her husband on the phone during college. Upon being asked further, she said that since her daughter’s birth, her husband was barely interested in sex with her. She probably had sex with her husband around 6 times in the last 5 years. She also suspected him of having an affair back in Mumbai.

I was genuinely sad for her at that point and told her to go ahead and make the right decisions. Since she was wearing a saree, I could see her breasts in her cute little blouse and the visible bra strap. Then we went to our homes.

At night, I texted her to relax and sleep well to which she didn’t reply. The next day we went for our walk as usual. She said that she had slept early after talking to her daughter and hence could not reply.

After that, she asked me my secret about my dating life. I said I couldn’t share it, but she insisted. I finally gave up and told her, “Although I like young girls, I like having relations with mature women.”

She asked, “What type of mature women?”

I said, “Married ones.”

She said I was lying. I was like, no. Then I told her about my experiences with my HOD back when I was studying and my previous flat owner’s wife.

Even I showed her my texts on my phone. She just couldn’t believe it and I guess she started judging me. I said, “I have personal choices and it’s okay if you don’t wanna be friends anymore.”

Gayu said that it was not an issue and that she didn’t expect this secret. After this point, I guess the ice was finally broken. We became more free and I even used to talk to her daughter on call and won her trust.

I took care of her when she was sick or on her periods, by getting her things she needed. She even came to my flat and cooked for us on holidays once she came back from Kerala after visiting her daughter. She had changed her dress in my flat. I wasn’t there but I had kept the keys for her.

Upon returning, I found the biggest gift of all. Gayu had left a pile of clothes near my laundry bag. In that, it was her t-shirt a black panty and her purple bra. I immediately took out the panty, saw the white marks on it, and sniffed it. It masturbated twice to it. I smelled the bra and the t-shirt and its armpit stains. I so wanted to get her laid.