Tutor Amina

Amina was a 25-year-old mixed-race woman with stunningly beautiful looks: smooth, dark skin with a warm golden hue, long, wavy black hair down to her waist, full, sensual lips, and bright green eyes that seemed to glow from within. Her figure was perfectly proportioned—slender, long legs, a thin waist, a round, appetizing butt, and firm, perky breasts, a size two and a half, which stood out beautifully under any clothing and always attracted admiring glances from men.

She worked as a math teacher at an ordinary high school and in the evenings tutored privately, helping students with advanced math

and exam preparation. Her boyfriend, Aydyn, a 27-year-old sales manager at a large company, was a tall, handsome guy with a kind smile. He loved Amina very much, trusted her completely, often gave her flowers, and tried to provide for their life together. Due to his work, Aydyn regularly went on business trips, closed important deals, and came home late, tired but happy when he saw her.

He often gave compliments: "Amina, you have incredible eyes," "You look like a model from a magazine cover." At first, she would smile and change the subject to integrals, but inside she felt a slight excitement.

One day, when Aydyn went on a two-day business trip to another city, Artem asked for an extra evening lesson. They studied in the living room at the dining table. When the lesson ended, he was in no hurry to leave.

— Amina, you really are very beautiful. Have you ever thought about something... forbidden?" he asked quietly, moving closer and looking straight into her eyes.

Amina's heart began to race. She knew she should stop this immediately.

— Artem, no. I have a boyfriend, I love him. We'd better end this here," she replied, but her voice trembled, and her gaze involuntarily slid over his strong arms.

— I can see you feel the attraction too. Just once. No one will know," he said, gently taking her hand.

Thoughts swirled in her head: "This is wrong. Aydyn trusts me completely. He's on the train right now, texting that he misses me. If I give in, everything will be ruined. But... why is my body reacting like this? Why is it so hot?"

She tried to step back, but Artem gently yet firmly pulled her to him and kissed her. At first, she froze, then weakly pushed him away.

— We shouldn't... please...," she whispered, but already without conviction.

He didn't stop. Slowly unbuttoned the buttons on her blouse, revealing a flesh-colored lace bra. Ran his fingers over her breast, her nipples instantly hardening.

— You want this no less than I do," he said hoarsely.

Amina closed her eyes. The last thought of resistance dissolved in a wave of desire.

— Yes... I want to," she exhaled barely audibly.

Afterwards, they lay side by side. Amina stared at the ceiling and felt guilt washing over her in waves. "What have I done? This is betrayal." The house smelled of unfamiliar cologne. She quickly saw Artem out and took a long shower, trying to wash away the traces.

The next day, Aydyn returned with a gift—a beautiful scarf. He hugged her, kissed her, said how much he had missed her. Amina smiled, but inside everything tightened with shame. She swore to herself that it was a one-time thing.

But two days later, Artem wrote: "I want you again." She looked at the message for a long time, then replied: "Come over in the evening."

Doubts gradually faded. "Aydyn is wonderful, but he can't give me this. I'm young, beautiful, I have a right to passion."

The meetings became regular—two or three times a week. Sometimes at her place, sometimes at his rented apartment, once even in an empty classroom after school.

Aydyn began to notice changes: Amina smiled at her phone more often, came home later, sometimes with slightly swollen lips or a faint scent of men's perfume. Once, while going through her bag, he found a condom wrapper that hadn't been there before.

In the evening, he asked directly:

— Amina, tell me honestly. Are you cheating on me?

She sat down next to him, took his hand, her eyes filling with tears.

— Yes, Aydyn. I'm sorry. It started by accident... with one of my students. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop. With him, everything is different—more intense, brighter. I still love you, really.

Aydyn first turned pale, then flushed. He expected shouting, a scandal, but instead felt a strange warmth in his lower abdomen.

— Tell me... in detail," he squeezed out quietly.

They talked all night. Amina honestly talked about her feelings, her guilt, her desire. Aydyn admitted that pain mixed with unexpected arousal. They discussed boundaries, trust, the future. In the end, they came to an agreement: Amina would continue meeting with Artem, and Aydyn would watch discreetly, so everything remained under their control.

— I want you to see. But quietly, so he doesn't know," said Amina.

— I'll hide in the closet. There's a big gap there, I can see everything, and they won't notice me," suggested Aydyn.

— Agreed. You'll watch from the closet," she nodded and kissed him.

The next evening, Artem came over as if nothing had happened. Aydyn had climbed into the built-in bedroom closet beforehand, settled on soft boxes of clothes, and left the door slightly ajar by a few centimeters—just enough to see the entire bed.

Amina met Artem in a light house dress. They quickly moved to the bedroom. She undressed, remaining in just her lace underwear, then took his clothes off too. Artem also undressed, his muscular body gleaming in the lamplight.

He lay on top of her, kissed her neck, breasts, moved lower. Amina moaned softly, spreading her legs. When he entered her, she arched her back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

— Yes... deeper... like that," she whispered, completely surrendering to the sensations.

Aydyn watched without blinking. His heart pounded so loudly he was afraid they might hear. The sight of Amina enjoying another man evoked a mix of jealousy and incredible arousal.

Artem changed positions—first missionary, then her on top, then doggy style. Amina came twice, loudly, without holding back. In the end, he pulled out and came inside her, deeply, with a quiet growl.

Afterwards, they lay for a minute, then Artem got dressed and left, kissing her goodbye.

Amina waited until the front door closed, and only then approached the closet.

— Come out, darling," she said softly, opening the door.

Aydyn emerged, his face red, breathing heavily. He immediately hugged her.

— That was... incredible. You're so beautiful when you're enjoying yourself," he whispered.

Amina smiled, ran her hand over his cheek.

— Did you like watching?

— Very much. I almost went crazy in there.

She lay on her back, spread her legs, and looked at him tenderly but with a slight command in her voice.

— Now clean up after him, my love. Clean me with your tongue. I want to feel your care after all that.

Aydyn froze for a second, then lowered himself. Between her legs was still wet, warm, with clear traces of what had just happened. He began to lick carefully, tasting the salty flavor, feeling his own arousal peak. Amina stroked his hair, moaning softly from the new sensations.

— Good boy... like that... lick it all clean," she whispered.

He did it thoroughly, for a long time, until she came once more—this time from his tongue. Then they hugged and fell asleep.

Since then, it became their ritual: Artem (and later other attractive students) would come over, Aydyn would watch from the closet, and afterwards he would always clean up after them with his tongue, cleansing Amina and getting his own special pleasure from it.

Amina found the perfect balance—passion from her lovers and tender devotion from Aydyn. And he, despite his demanding work as a sales manager, waited for these evenings at home with trepidation and full acceptance of his new role as a cuckold.