Sabita Ma'Am
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 4: I called Him when no-one was at home
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: I called Him when no-one was at home - Sabita is a 32-year-old college professor—beautiful, loyal, and trapped in a cold marriage. For five long years, she waited for love, affection, and a child… but all she got was distance, silence, and blame for not getting pregnant. One night, a bold conversation with her friend changes everything. Sabita discovers her body’s real desires—and that her husband has never truly satisfied her. That’s when he enters her life. Sanju, her younger student, watches her like no man ever has.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Cheating Cream Pie Massage Pregnancy Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Teacher/Student Slow
At around noon, I took out my phone and scrolled down to Sanju’s name.
I stared at it for a long time. My finger hovered over the call button. A million thoughts ran through my mind.
This is wrong. He’s younger. What if someone finds out?
But what about me? My pain, my desires, my needs?
I took a deep breath.
And I called.
“Hello?” he answered, surprised.
I didn’t waste time. “Are you free today? Can you come to my house?”
There was a pause. Then, “Yes, madam. What’s the matter?”
“You’ll find out when you come.”
I sent him the address.
Then I went into my room, pulled out a black satin nighty I had bought long ago but never worn. It was soft, flowing, with thin straps and lace at the neckline. I slipped into it slowly, brushing my hair, my heart racing like I was a teenager again.
I stood by the mirror.
This was not about cheating. It was not about revenge.
It was about claiming back the woman I had forgotten.
The doorbell rang an hour later.
I opened it.
Sanju stood there, wearing jeans and a casual T-shirt. But his eyes widened the moment he saw me. For a second, he forgot to blink.
His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.
I smiled. “Come in.”
He stepped inside, eyes still glued to my body. I could feel his gaze crawling over my bare arms, my legs, my curves outlined in satin.
“Would you like something to eat?” I asked, casually.
He gave a slow smile.
“I’ve come to eat you, madam.”
My breath caught.
It wasn’t just what he said. It was how he said it.
Bold. Unashamed. Confident.
Something Ravi had never been.
I closed the door behind him.
He looked at me with hunger in his eyes — not the timid kind of desire that stares from a distance, but the kind that claims. His voice was low, dangerous, thrilling.
“I’ve come to eat you, madam.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine.
Before I could respond, he stepped forward, closed the space between us, and pulled me into his arms. His touch was rough, not unkind, but possessive — the kind of grip that made my breath catch in my throat.
My body reacted before my mind did.
I melted into him — clinging to his chest, feeling the heat that radiated through his clothes and into my skin. His arms wrapped around my waist, and his hands roamed with deliberate hunger, tracing the curve of my back and settling over the roundness of my hips.
And then, his lips found mine.
There was no hesitation, no polite prelude — just the urgent press of his mouth against mine, devouring. His kiss was wild, raw, like he’d been waiting to do it for months. And I ... I didn’t hold back either.
My lips parted instinctively, welcoming him, matching his rhythm, letting the kiss deepen. I had never been kissed like this — not even by my husband. There was no routine in it. No duty. Just fire.
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