03-02-2021, 01:59 PM
Dipa gripped Boss's hand and stopped him. She pulled him toward her. The
Boss looked surprisingly at my wife. Our living room and dining room are
combined. Dipa lovingly, gently wiped Boss's tears with her fingers and
made him sit on a chair beside the dining table. She stood in front of the Boss
so close that her puffed up protruding breasts stood erect right in front of
Boss's eyes. Boss's eyes were riveted on my wife's lovely hillocks mounted
on her beautiful chest.
I could see her erect nipple making a distinct impression on her blouse which
undoubtedly my Boss was staring at with mesmerized expressions on his
face, not being able to see anything else as they were perched up right in
front of his eyes.
She saw the Boss ogling at her cleavage and chest. She did not care to pull up
her sari to cover them and said, "You are perfectly in order sir. You have
done nothing wrong. There is no need to apologize. We are humans and your
actions were like normal humans. I am not offended. I consider you as not
just my friend but an intimate friend. Do you know what an intimate friend
is?" asked Dipa of my Boss.
Boss looked at Dipa perplexed. Dipa raised her hand and caught Boss's one
ear in her fingers and twisting the ear slightly she said, "Remember carefully
and do not forget. An intimate friend is one with whom you can share each
and everything. When I say everything I mean everything. It is more than
even husband wife relationship. With an intimate friend you do not hide
anything at all. Therefore I do not mind what you tell me or do to me. Will
you remember this?" Dipa concluded by asking.
My Boss looked more puzzled than before, trying to digest what Dipa had
just said. After s few moments he said, "Yes Dipa I will never forget this."
Dipa asked Boss, "Now please do tell me what is eating your mind. Don't you
trust me enough and consider me as your own to let me in on your personal
matters? I wish to tell you sir, that both Dipak and especially I, love you very
much. I expect that you do not hide things from the person you love and I
sincerely hope that you consider me as your intimate friend and that you love
me too."
My Boss almost slipped down the chair the moment he heard this. Managing
to maintain his poise, he said, "Not only I trust you and Dipak fully, I am also
a great admirer of your multiple capabilities. I certainly consider you as my
own. Why would I not confide in you? But I am unhappy that you keep
calling me "Sir" when my name is Som. You call me Som, and then I shall
feel that you really love me.
Dipa said, "Well, no and yes. No, because you are senior to me both in age,
stature and wisdom. I have been brought up in Indian culture. How can I
address you by your first name? But yes, I will not address you as 'Sir'. I will
call you as 'Somji'. I hope that will settle it? Now do tell me what is causing
so much pain to my loved one?"
Boss said, "Why add 'Ji' with my name and increase the gap between us? Just
call me Som."
Dipa smiled mischievously and said, "No I will call you 'Somji' and that is
final. And there is no gap between us now ok? Are you happy?" Saying that,
Dipa moved so close to the Boss that one of her nipples centered on her
breasts standing hard and erect in her blouse touched the tip of Boss's nose.
Boss without giving a second thought, wrapped his arms around my wife's
slim waist and pulled Dipa in his arms. Placing his lips gently on her lips, the
Boss said, "But first tell me that you have forgiven me for my misadventure."
My wife stood in the Boss's arms completely memorized by his sudden action
and unable to speak as her lips were sealed by the Boss's. She began to
respond as she was pulled into the whirlpool of sensuality caused by Boss's
action. Boss's one arm was centered on my wife's butts and the second arm
rested tight on my wife's waist, holding her tight in a close embrace.
Dipa for quite some time, stood perplexed at the Boss's quick reflexive
maneuver. She was at a loss for words to speak. She sucked Boss's saliva and
responded to Boss's sensual kissing. She understood his frustration at having
been a failure in keeping his wife with him and she felt that perhaps that was
his way of getting back from Dipa, what his wife did not give him.
After kissing for a few precious seconds, Dipa gently moved away from the
embrace, with a nudge here and push there. She did not want to offend the
Boss at the same time perhaps felt the Boss's move as inappropriate.
She stood apart from the Boss looking flustered with the passionate kiss from
the Boss and chiding him in her inimitable naughty style, she said, "Sir, I
mean Somji, aren't you going a bit overboard with your emotions? Besides, I
like your style of first kissing and then saying sorry for the kiss and then
kissing me again? You are asking pardon for the crime committed and yet
you keep on committing the same crime again and again. You are fast. But
you are also handsome. Well, you have inflamed my hidden passion, so I
have forgiven you. My hubby may be here any minute. What if he sees us
kissing? I do not want your stature to be slighted in the eyes of my hubby.
We shall have more time for flings like this Somji."
Apart from admonishing the Boss, my smart wife signaled to the Boss that
she was a game for such an adventure.
The Boss had mixed expressions on his face. He was not sure if Dipa
accepted his advances. He smiled ruefully and said, "I am really sorry for
having lost control once again. You wanted to hear my story. So here I am. It
pains me to speak all these things, but then it will also be a load off my
chest."
Dipa nodded her head to indicate to the Boss to go on. "My wife Shikha has
left me for good. She left over just a small tiff. She has served me a divorce
notice. I have never fought any legal battle so far. I never went to court. I am
completely out of gear. I feel socially and morally all alone. I do not know
how to deal with this situation. In this situation, I was unable to control my
urge to express my love to you, seeing your deep and sincere affection. I am
sorry for my impulsively touching and kissing you. I really am."
Dipa looked at the crestfallen face of the Boss. There were tears in his eyes.
She sat on the chair in front of the Boss, took Boss's one hand in her hands
and wiping tears from Boss's eyes, she said, "What nonsense! Owner of such
a big company rolling tears like this? Not good! Why shed tears for someone,
who was never yours in the first place? And don't you dare say sorry to me
again. You used the word love for me. A lover does not say sorry to his
beloved. I understand your overflowing feelings. I do not mind it. Somji, I
love you too. So what are you sorry about? However, there is one thing that is
eating me for some time."
The Boss looked at her waiting for her to go on.
Dipa said, "I understand that a divorce is very bitter and painful. However, in
your case, I do not feel that there is any need for you to be so much over
powered by negativity. She was not a good wife for you. Secondly, you do
not have children to worry too much about. In fact I would call it a good
riddance. Then for heaven's sake, why are you so perturbed?"
The Boss looked at my wife understandingly and nodding his face he said,
"Dipa you are very right. I am not really unhappy that she has gone. I am
unhappy that I have been branded as a bad husband. I tried to please her as
much as I could. She had expensive habits, being a daughter of rich father
and I felt that sometimes I went far beyond my means to placate her. But to
my every effort there was only rejection, hurling of insults and invectives.
From the first day, she felt I am grossly inadequate for her. She made me feel
as if I was impotent, poor, dumb and what not. I could never stand up to her
since the first day of our marriage."
Dipa looked thoughtfully at the Boss and half smiling said, "Somji, the
reason she dominated you was because you did not kill the cat."
Boss looked surprised at Dipa. He asked, "What do you mean?"
Dipa replied, "There is a saying in our language among men that a husband
must kill a cat in front of his wife on the first night of his marriage. She will
be so scared seeing this, that through their life, she will never dare to
dominate her hubby."
My Boss looked perplexed at Dipa, wondering what she meant. Dipa said,
"This saying has been carried forward from the days of the sword era. The cat
is wife's ego. Some of the girls carry huge ego due to their beauty or father's
status, wealth or whatever. For a happy married life, a hubby must kill the cat
which crosses his path on the first night, to show to his wife that he is not to
be taken for granted. The wife must know that he is the head of the family
and must be given due respect and love,"
My Boss almost jumped with child like enthusiasm. He clapped his hands
and then moderated his reaction and said, "Dipa, this is exactly what! That is
exactly what I am feeling sad about. I feel the same way. I wish I had
disciplined her on the first night of our marriage. How I wish I had done that.
Even after that, if she had not changed, at least I would not be feeling sorry
for myself. I wish I had slapped her hard the first time she let loose her
abuses. I would have been a happy man today."
Dipa said, "Boss forget it. It's all done and over."
My Boss however, stuck to his point and said, "No Dipa, it's not over. I feel
so upset with myself that I did not do it. I wish so badly that I had slapped her
hard across her face."
Dipa held Boss's hands and said, "Sir, you are too good a man to do that. Of
course at times you have to be what you do not want to be. Never mind if you
did not do that."
My Boss again could not control his emotions and moved to grab my wife in
his arms and hugged her. He said, "Dipa I am sorry but when I hear you
talking so sweetly, I feel something inside me going berserk."
Dipa looked at the Boss admonishingly and said, "Please stop saying sorry
again and again. I consider you not just as my friend, but an intimate one.
And an intimate friend does not say sorry for such mild but sweet
indiscretions."
The Boss looked at my wife perplexed. She caught my Boss's one ear and
twitching it in her fingers she asked, "I hope you remember the deep meaning
of 'intimate' where love is concerned?"
When the Boss did not speak, she replied, "Intimate person is one who is
intimately connected with his or her mate. It means, a close lover, with whom
one does not have any inhibitions. You may talk with your intimate friend
anything and everything without exception. So what you have done in
expressing your feelings is ok."
My Boss had no words to say. He just looked at my wife with baffled widely
open eyes. Then playing with Boss's fingers Dipa asked casually, "Please tell
me what happened exactly? What kind of spat you had with Shikha (Boss's
wife)?"
The Boss's face turned pale hearing his wife's name. He said, "Dipa it is a
long story starting with the time, I was involved with her. I do not care to
hear her name any more. It pains me to talk about her. Her father was a big
investor in my company. Once he invited me to his house and I met his
daughter Shikha. I was a different guy than. I was exuberant, enthusiastic and
bubbling with ideas. She was impressed with my youth and vigor. I was not
particularly impressed with her and did not give her a second look."
Dipa was all ears and looked intensely at the Boss's face to urge him to
continue. The Boss carried on, "She talked to her father and her father
proposed that I should get married to Shikha. Her father had invested heavily
in our company and I wanted to maintain relations with him. That was my
biggest blunder. A daughter of a rich father, she did not care much for me
after the marriage. I tried to take care of her in all possible ways. However,
she had 'My father is so rich' kind of attitude and she cared damn about my
sentiments. She was never my wife in true sense. I did not spare an effort to
make my marriage successful. She did not lose an opportunity to make me
feel small in front of my friends and relatives. I did everything I could but
that wasn't good enough for her."
It looked clearly that my Boss was getting a bit agitated while narrating
unhappy events to my wife. He would certainly not have gone to this extent
opening up his inner most emotions to anyone else. However, my wife's
empathetic, affable and serious intent of listening; made my Boss continue
the story of his miseries.
He said, "Dipa from the first night of the marriage, Shikha started showing
signs of superiority, impatience and indifference to me. She had a premarital
affair and that man started coming to our house in my absence. He would stay
through the day when I was at business and even stayed for a few days, when
I went out of town. She began hating me and avoided or looked down on my
friends, relatives." Boss slipped into depressed tone as he spoke.
Dipa kept nodding her head egging the Boss on. The Boss looked distant as if
seeing his past in front of his eyes. He continued, "She splurged money on
her dress, makeup and ran out of money almost as soon as I gave her. She
would then ring up her father and got money from him. I disliked it and told
her not to ask money from her father. She did not like my advice. She just
cared for money and nothing more."
Dipa interjected sympathetically, "Sir I know when your own behaves..."
The Boss looked at Dipa and cut her short. He said emphatically, "I don't
want such a person as my life partner. She did not care for my sentiments and
slept with that guy who kept, you know, doing her, in my bed when I was
away." My Boss said hesitating as he was speaking. "Dipa I am sorry for my
language."
Dipa held Boss's hand in her hands and said gently, "Please do not keep
saying sorry again and again. I understand. Please do not use subtle words.
Let out all your hurt and deeply buried emotions and say openly what you
want to say Boss. We are all adults. I know what sex is all about and have
had as much sex as anyone else had. So do not feel hesitant and hide behind
subtle and sophisticated words."
Boss looked strangely at Dipa and scolded her, "You called me Boss again?
No Boss, no Sir now. Ok?"
Dipa caught her ear and said, "Sorry Somji. But treat me as an adult person
and not like a delicate typical Indian female. Talk to me like you talk to any
close adult male friend please."
The Boss asked, "Are you sure?"
Dipa nodded her head slightly, maintaining deeply intent look on her face.
Boss continued, "Ok dear. Thanks for being my sincere friend. I was telling
you how that lover guy fucked my slut wife day and night, in my absence."
My Boss looked at my wife's face to be sure that she did not mind the use of
the four letter word. To his relief Dipa was keenly listening to him, without
the slightest trace of awkwardness. He continued after a brief pause, "May be
she found him better in bed. But better is not the right word; because she had
never let me fuck her. She has not seen my dick. How could she decide if he
was better in bed? Anyway, after getting fucked black and blue by that guy,
now she has slapped me with a divorce notice. How I wish I had physically
slapped her first. How I wish I had killed the cat on the first night of our
marriage." The Boss looked quite embarrassed and agitated.
Dipa was deeply in thought hearing the Boss's narration. She asked with
some hesitation, "Somji, has she asked for any alimony or financial
compensation in the divorce notice?"
The Boss shook his head and said, "No. Shikha would never ask for money
from me. That would be demeaning for her. She is too proud to ask for
money. She has simply asked for a divorce."
Dipa held Boss's hands and said, "Boss, sorry, Somji, that is very good. I do
not fully know about your relationship with Shikha. All the same, I suggest
that you do not need to think anymore of her. Believe me Somji, if she is not
asking for any alimony, it is a good riddance. Consider the whole thing as a
wound that you got. It will heal as the time passes and I shall try to make it
heal faster. Dipak and I are with you. Please forget her as soon as possible
and start a new life."
The Boss looked at Dipa and said, Dipa, It is not hard to forget her. However,
I cannot forget the deep hurt."
Dipa squeezed Boss's hand and said, "Somji, your life is more important than
her. It is only better to forget her and the hurt and to move on. I shall try to
help you forget her and her hurt. But for that you will have to come here after
the office. I suggest that after your work at the office, you spend some time
with us and have dinner with us daily. We shall talk about the office and
anything else. You will get over it sooner than you think you can, I assure
you."
I gleefully noted that Dipa had made it a point to put a condition that the Boss
must go to the office before coming to her for dinner, without specifically
asking him to.
Dipa stood up and made the Boss also stand up and said, "Boss, Sorry, I have
so much respect for you that I just cannot avoid calling you sir."
The Boss immediately smiled. For the first time that evening, the Boss
seemed to have smiled instinctively. He stood up holding Dipa's hands in his
and said, "Do not respect me Dipa. I do not like respect from you. Respect is
devoid of love. But love inherently includes respect. We respect our teachers,
nation, President etc. But we love our mom, dad friend, lovers, child etc.
There is a veil of formality between you and the person you respect.
Therefore you always address them with Sir, Mr. Miss Etc. However, the
ones you love expect no formalities. So Dipa, I would like you to stop
respecting me and start loving me if you will. If you do love me, who I think
you do, stop calling me Sir and Boss."
I could see that the Boss indirectly told Dipa that he loves her and that he
would like her to love him. Their talk was getting a bit intimate. I liked the
way the Boss was getting out of his morose state and getting back to his
original self. However, I was afraid of his getting back into despondency,
when he would again be alone. That was a point, I needed to think about.
Dipa covered both her cheeks with her palms in amazement and looking at
the Boss exclaimed with evident surprise, "Somji, God! You are a
philosopher so as per your theory, I love you respectfully Somji!"
Hearing Dipa's words, the Boss eyes sparkled with joy. He said, "No need to
love me respectfully Dipa. Just love me. That's all." The Boss moved
forward, grabbing Dipa by her waist, pulling her close to him. He caught
Dipa hard in his arms and pressed his lips hard on her lips.
Dipa was taken completely by surprise. She looked into the eyes of my Boss
and saw raw hunger in his eyes. She withdrew from the kiss and placed a
finger on Boss's lips. She said, "No Somji, not so soon. You have to make a
promise to me before you express your love."
Boss was taken aback. He looked surprised at Dipa and asked, "Yes sure,
Dipa. Tell me."
Dipa said, "Somji, first and foremost, your company has suffered erosion in
customer confidence, consequently sales have nosedived. The situation has
caused question mark in the minds of the employees and investors. Your
focus has dimmed and needs to be re-centered. A concrete action plan with
timeline is needed. That is the priority of the hour. I want your firm
commitment that you will show me your business plan with time line with the
objective of pulling the company out of the sticky situation that it is in,
immediately."
Boss looked with disbelief at Dipa and said, "Yes but why must you raise this
topic now?"
Dipa looked at Somji with full earnestness and said, "Do you know Somji,
this is no small matter. It means livelihood of 50 persons, who are employees
of your company. I want to be sure that they will keep their jobs and
prosper."
Boss looked straight at Dipa and said, "Yes Dipa you are absolutely right. I
strayed from my responsibilities and allowed my focus to be diverted. I
promise that I shall fully focus on the task and will try hard to forget the past.
I shall prepare the comeback business plan and implement it as soon as
possible."
Dipa smiled at the Boss. She said, "I want it to be done immediately. When I
say immediately, I mean in a day or two at the most."
Boss said, "Yes Boss. You will have the business plan in less than two days"
Dipa smiled. She stretched her hands to take the Boss in her arms. Boss
hugged Dipa hard and placed his lips on her lips. He kissed her hard and
began nibbling Dipa's lower lip.
Dipa kissed him back for just a few seconds. Dipa then pushed his hands
away affectionately and said mischievously so that the Boss would not feel
offended, "There will be plenty of time for that Somji. Don't be in hurry! Be
patient. My hubby, Dipak must be on his way."
I thought that was the right time for my entry. I pressed the bell. Dipa cooed
from inside, "The door is open. Come in."
When I entered, the Boss was seated on the chair near the dining table and
Dipa was placing the food on the dining table. When she raised her eyes to
look at me, her cheeks had turned red and her eyes betrayed her shyness.
Boss's kissing her had inflamed passions inside her. It was the first time
perhaps that anyone other than her husband had kissed her so passionately.
Trying to control her blushes, she asked me nonchalantly, "How come you
were so late?"
I quickly placed Ice cream in the fridge and other things at their appropriate
place and lied, "The store close to us had closed. I had to walk a long
distance." She must have guessed that I was lying, but did not say anything.
I sat by the side of the Boss and carried on routine formal chat. After dinner,
when the Boss rose up to leave, Dipa said, "I shall send your lunch with
Dipak every day. We shall be delighted if in the evening, after office, you
will come and have dinner with us here."
The Boss said, "I would like it very much if both of you come to my house
and stay with me for a few days. I live alone in the big house. I am fed up
with the loneliness. I will feel much happy if you will spend a few days with
me in my house so I will get used to being without my past baggage. I shall
be much obliged. If you agree, we could even go out of town for two or three
days." When the Boss said this, his voice became heavy and he had wetness
in his eyes.
Dipa could not bear to see the Boss getting so emotional. She hugged Boss
and said, "Somji, we shall certainly come and stay with you for some days.
We would love to go out with you as you suggested."
The Boss seemed very happy at the positive response from Dipa. He said,
"That would be very nice Dipa. We could go out for a few days on a holiday.
It would be a change for you both and also for me."
Dipa blurted out inadvertently, "I hope Shikhaji won't change her mind and
return if she hears that we were staying with you."
As soon as she said that, she realized, she had made a blunder; as the Boss's
face darkened. He said, "Dipa, please for God's sake do not mention her name
in front of me ever again. I hate that woman. I feel like I should have blasted
that woman the first time she behaved arrogantly with me, my guests or
relatives. She would have then got subdued or left me that very moment and
things would not have come to this pass. I would have got rid of all this
bitterness and frustration that has gathered all these years inside me."
Dipa looked at me embarrassed. I said, "Leave Shikha alone, Sir." Changing
the subject I said, "Rather than our going and staying in your house, would it
not be better for you to come here and have your dinner and spend some time
with us daily?"
The Boss looked at me gravely. His face showed disappointment at my
reluctance to move into their house. He said, "Dipak you are right. May be it
would be perhaps inconvenient for you to move in with me. However, I feel
it would be a good change for you and Dipa. I shall also have the pleasure of
your company through the day and late evenings. Besides, I shall keep
looking forward to coming to my house. Off late, I have developed revulsion
to this property. Can you not come and stay with me for a few days for my
sake please?"
I was trying to make a counter argument when the Boss looked at Dipa and
said, "We may even go out of town to some hill station in my car and spend
some time in a hotel in Shimla or Mussorie at my expense. You two can have
your second honeymoon and you will not have to spend any money for it.
This is my humble suggestion. The rest is up to you. How can I force you to
accept it?" Boss's face fell when he completed the sentence.
Perhaps my wife realized that it would be better to accept the Boss's
invitation to make him recover faster from his depression. She jumped and
clapped excitedly like a child; who was offered her long time wish. She asked
me enthusiastically, "Dipak, going to hill station without spending money?
Wow! This is a chance of life time. You have never taken me on a
honeymoon trip. If Sir is taking us why not we go dear?"
I looked at my wife sharply and said, "Dipa that would perhaps be the first
time in history where three people went on a honeymoon."
Dipa realized that she had messed up. Trying to repair the damage she said,
"Never mind the Honeymoon; it would be a great fun to go out to hill stations
with you and the Boss."
Trying to prevent the talk from getting argumentative, the Boss concluded by
standing up to leave and said, "There is no hurry. Both of you think and
decide. Tell me tomorrow or the day after, when you make up your mind. I
shall wait."
I stood up, shook Boss's hand and said, "We shall talk about it Boss. It was
wonderful to have you with us."
The Boss addressed me getting into the car; but looking at Dipa through a
corner of his eyes said, "Dipak, I shall see you in the office tomorrow sharp at
9.30 am. Ok?"
I nodded and said, "Yes Boss."
After the Boss left, I felt that my plan seemed to be working. Dipa was able
to convince the Boss that he should start going to the office and attend the
office regularly. Perhaps she had been able to cause a desire in Boss's mind to
live to enjoy the life, once again. This was just a start but a huge development
and a big plus. I did not frankly expect this result so soon. I was in half a
mind to take Dipa in my arms and hug and kiss her. However, I also had a
tint of jealousy. A situation was developing where I might perhaps play
second fiddle to my Boss as far as my wife was concerned. I was really
worried lest my Boss wins over my wife.
I wanted to ask Dipa what happened after I left to buy the ice-cream to check
if she was ready to come clean on her hugs and kisses with my Boss.
However, I shelved the idea. I was worried lest if I showed excessive
inquisitiveness, she may be discouraged from going further; thinking that I
did not like her getting closer to my Boss.
I did not mind Dipa's getting closer to my Boss; if she could get the Boss to
return to his original self. I was prepared to take the chances. It was a small
price to pay. I knew my wife. I knew that if she got a bit closer to my Boss,
that would not cause any turmoil in our life and that she would manage both
relationships well. She would certainly remain loyal to me. But the question
was, was I 100% sure? Well I was almost 100% sure. But then it was almost
100%, which is not exactly 100%. But then what other choice did I have?
Having seen this ray of hope, I had to try hard to make it work, if possible. I
had practically no other option. I could not afford to vacillate. On the other
side of the coin, our entire life was getting doomed. If the Boss did not get
out of his depression not only I, but the entire office staff would be jobless
before we knew it.
Besides, if my wife decided to venture ahead in the amorous adventure with
the Boss, it would not just be because of her strong desire to express her
gratitude for what the Boss had done for her father at a very critical time in
her father's life. It would also fulfill my dream of seeing my wife getting
fucked by another man. That cuckold in me was surfacing in my heart.
I could see miraculous change in my Boss's attitude just after a few minutes
of his chat with Dipa. If Dipa and the Boss's meetings continued and if they
moved closer, I saw a strong possibility of Boss's getting back to normal. I
decided I would go ahead with my plan. Better be slighted than destroyed.
Obviously the topic of Boss's visit cropped up that night in bed. Dipa was
quite cheesed off at me. She said, "Dipak, you should have refrained from
offering your wisecracks on going on honeymoon. You should have left the
work of getting your Boss back to his original self to me. You have to
support me, or I shall not get involved in this. Is that clear?"
I was taken aback by her brash challenge. I said in a subdued defensive voice,
"I am sorry darling. It was just a spur of the moment off the cuff comment. I
did not mean anything. I shall now be more careful. I shall not interfere in
your plans. I have full trust in you and shall go along with you whatever you
decide to do."
Dipa said, "You better. Look hubby! If you really want me to set things right
the way you want, then you need to be ready that you may have to face a lot
more embarrassment than what you may be ready for. I don't know. You may
have to chew more than you can bite. I shall have to get a lot closer to your
Boss, than perhaps you may be willing to let me. Remember, I shall do it
only because I am indebted to your Boss and also because you need me to get
your Boss back in business. I think that we both feel that this is perhaps the
only way. If you have the slightest reservation or any other suggestion on my
line of thinking at all, tell me now."
I withdrew instantly. I knew she was right. I said, "Darling, I have no
hesitation at all. I know whatever you will do, will be in the best interest of
all. I shall not flinch nor hesitate. So go ahead without any further thought. I
am ready for whatever happens. I won't see and I won't speak."
She pulled me in her arms obviously happy at my surrender and said, "You
are such a darling. Look, you know how things are. I have thought over the
things long and hard. You and I both know that just giving pep talk to Boss,
is not going to work. Your lonely Boss needs a female as a soul mate with
whom he feels close. At present as you know, that female happens to be only
me. Do you get it?"
She looked at me pointedly. I did not want her to think however that I was
unsure. I steadied myself and sat upright trying to bring as much conviction
in my voice as I could and said, "Honey, that indeed was and is my idea."
She seemed satisfied and yet continued her lone of argument. She said, "If
you want me to bring him back to his original self, I have not just to get
intimately close to him but, I will have to first push that woman, his ex out of
his mind. He does not love her but he hates her as hell. Hatred is as
dangerous as love, perhaps more. I have to get emotionally involved with
him. You may see me doing things that you may not have anticipated and
may not enjoy. You may have to share me fully with him. This may cause
you heart burns."
Again she stopped. She directly looked at me for an answer. I had to
convince her that I was with her all the way. I said, "Honey, I know what you
mean. I am your hubby. I know if something like what should happen is to
happen, then it is better I don't see it. I assure you that I won't see it and if I
do I won't notice it."
I must have sounded very affirmative, because my wife seemed to have felt
relaxed. She said, "If you won't see, its better. But if you see, just look the
other way. Don't think, feel or speak anything. Now onward, whatever
happens, will be for good. I'll make sure that your Boss is back in business.
Well you know, I have to do a lot for that and you better stay away from all
that will happen from now. I have to repay my debt to your Boss, and repay I
shall; now that I have the opportunity. At the same time, you can count on
me. I shall always be by your side also darling."
I knew what she meant. Even if I didn't, it didn't matter to me. I had complete
trust in her. She knew what she was doing. I had to do exactly what she told
me. I was more than ready for that. I just said one thing. I said, "Darling, if
you don't mind, I would slightly modify your statement. I would love to see
what happens. But I promise, I shall not notice, think or say anything."
Dipa could not suppress her smile at my submission and said, "You bloody
jealous man! You want to have the bread and eat it also."
She shook her head in frustration and said, "I will never understand men!
They want to retain their ownership and yet want their wives to get fucked by
others!"
I made sure that I looked as innocent as I could. Looking at my face and
relenting a little, she said, "Ok. I can't promise you that I will let you see all;
but I shall try. Let's see what happens."
That was good enough for me. I knew she would do what she promised. She
always did. I suspected that she was getting ready for seduction. Either she
was going to be seduced by my Boss or was going to seduce him. From the
way he stared at her boobs, curvaceous waist, ass and all over her body; God!
I knew how my Boss was eager to be seduced. I could see that. I also knew
that if need arose, she was quite capable of keeping the Boss in check. She
knew how to ignite passion in men and also how to keep that fire under
control.
It was not only just for the office revival and revival of our business that
excited me. It was the damn perverted voyeur in me that excited me more
than that. The very idea of my wife Dipa being seduced ignited my flame of
passion. I had a real hard on just thinking about it.
Our talk relaxed both me and my wife Dipa. She stretched under the covers
of the quilt and pulling me in her arms she said, "Do you know what your
Boss did after you left to get the ice-cream?"
When I heard my wife say it, I wondered if she saw me peeping on them.
I looked at her inquisitively, without saying anything. She said, "Your Boss
flirted with me. He told me all about his married life and the divorce with that
bitch. When I sympathized, he pulled me in his arms and kissed me. I pushed
him off, but you can say, he is romantic! After I pushed him off saying that
you might be coming back, he started apologizing."
I did not tell her that I saw it all and more. I said, "Why did you have to drag
me in between?"
She smiled, but kept quiet. I thought I must push the envelope. I asked, "Why
not we accept his invitation to go and stay with him at his house for a few
days? That will give you the opportunity to talk to the Boss more and alone in
a quiet and more ambient environment."
Dipa looked at me suspecting that I was trying to test her. She asked me, "Are
you really serious? Of course, that will eliminate his loneliness at home and
make him far more relaxed quickly." Then suddenly she asked, "But what
will your office staff say?"
I said with a strong resolute face, "I am dead serious. Come to think of it, I
think that is a damn good idea. And as far as the office staff is concerned,
firstly why should they know? And even if they did, what does it matter? If
the Boss starts attending to the office and if he is back to his normal self, they
would like nothing more than that. They wouldn't even mind if we stayed
with the Boss forever, as long as their interests are served."
Dipa was obviously delighted at my concurrence. I thought of pulling my
wife's leg a little. I said, "But honey, if at all we go on a honeymoon trip as
you suggested, I hope you will not stop me from fucking you."
Dipa looked at me quizzically and asked, "Why should I stop you when we
are on a honeymoon, or even otherwise? If the Boss will be there, he would
naturally be in a different room."
Then stopping for a while she asked me, "I hope you are not thinking that you
will fuck me in the presence of your Boss?"
I was a bit taken aback, although, I was perhaps thinking of the same thing in
my mind. I hurriedly said, "No, not that; but I was wondering if it would be
right to keep the Boss in a different room, while we are enjoying."
Dipa was thoughtful for a while. She said, "You have a point there. Let us
see. We cannot keep the Boss in our room while we are having sex and at the
same time, we cannot keep him shaking his cock hanging out in another room
while we are enjoying. You think and tell me what we can do.
Boss looked surprisingly at my wife. Our living room and dining room are
combined. Dipa lovingly, gently wiped Boss's tears with her fingers and
made him sit on a chair beside the dining table. She stood in front of the Boss
so close that her puffed up protruding breasts stood erect right in front of
Boss's eyes. Boss's eyes were riveted on my wife's lovely hillocks mounted
on her beautiful chest.
I could see her erect nipple making a distinct impression on her blouse which
undoubtedly my Boss was staring at with mesmerized expressions on his
face, not being able to see anything else as they were perched up right in
front of his eyes.
She saw the Boss ogling at her cleavage and chest. She did not care to pull up
her sari to cover them and said, "You are perfectly in order sir. You have
done nothing wrong. There is no need to apologize. We are humans and your
actions were like normal humans. I am not offended. I consider you as not
just my friend but an intimate friend. Do you know what an intimate friend
is?" asked Dipa of my Boss.
Boss looked at Dipa perplexed. Dipa raised her hand and caught Boss's one
ear in her fingers and twisting the ear slightly she said, "Remember carefully
and do not forget. An intimate friend is one with whom you can share each
and everything. When I say everything I mean everything. It is more than
even husband wife relationship. With an intimate friend you do not hide
anything at all. Therefore I do not mind what you tell me or do to me. Will
you remember this?" Dipa concluded by asking.
My Boss looked more puzzled than before, trying to digest what Dipa had
just said. After s few moments he said, "Yes Dipa I will never forget this."
Dipa asked Boss, "Now please do tell me what is eating your mind. Don't you
trust me enough and consider me as your own to let me in on your personal
matters? I wish to tell you sir, that both Dipak and especially I, love you very
much. I expect that you do not hide things from the person you love and I
sincerely hope that you consider me as your intimate friend and that you love
me too."
My Boss almost slipped down the chair the moment he heard this. Managing
to maintain his poise, he said, "Not only I trust you and Dipak fully, I am also
a great admirer of your multiple capabilities. I certainly consider you as my
own. Why would I not confide in you? But I am unhappy that you keep
calling me "Sir" when my name is Som. You call me Som, and then I shall
feel that you really love me.
Dipa said, "Well, no and yes. No, because you are senior to me both in age,
stature and wisdom. I have been brought up in Indian culture. How can I
address you by your first name? But yes, I will not address you as 'Sir'. I will
call you as 'Somji'. I hope that will settle it? Now do tell me what is causing
so much pain to my loved one?"
Boss said, "Why add 'Ji' with my name and increase the gap between us? Just
call me Som."
Dipa smiled mischievously and said, "No I will call you 'Somji' and that is
final. And there is no gap between us now ok? Are you happy?" Saying that,
Dipa moved so close to the Boss that one of her nipples centered on her
breasts standing hard and erect in her blouse touched the tip of Boss's nose.
Boss without giving a second thought, wrapped his arms around my wife's
slim waist and pulled Dipa in his arms. Placing his lips gently on her lips, the
Boss said, "But first tell me that you have forgiven me for my misadventure."
My wife stood in the Boss's arms completely memorized by his sudden action
and unable to speak as her lips were sealed by the Boss's. She began to
respond as she was pulled into the whirlpool of sensuality caused by Boss's
action. Boss's one arm was centered on my wife's butts and the second arm
rested tight on my wife's waist, holding her tight in a close embrace.
Dipa for quite some time, stood perplexed at the Boss's quick reflexive
maneuver. She was at a loss for words to speak. She sucked Boss's saliva and
responded to Boss's sensual kissing. She understood his frustration at having
been a failure in keeping his wife with him and she felt that perhaps that was
his way of getting back from Dipa, what his wife did not give him.
After kissing for a few precious seconds, Dipa gently moved away from the
embrace, with a nudge here and push there. She did not want to offend the
Boss at the same time perhaps felt the Boss's move as inappropriate.
She stood apart from the Boss looking flustered with the passionate kiss from
the Boss and chiding him in her inimitable naughty style, she said, "Sir, I
mean Somji, aren't you going a bit overboard with your emotions? Besides, I
like your style of first kissing and then saying sorry for the kiss and then
kissing me again? You are asking pardon for the crime committed and yet
you keep on committing the same crime again and again. You are fast. But
you are also handsome. Well, you have inflamed my hidden passion, so I
have forgiven you. My hubby may be here any minute. What if he sees us
kissing? I do not want your stature to be slighted in the eyes of my hubby.
We shall have more time for flings like this Somji."
Apart from admonishing the Boss, my smart wife signaled to the Boss that
she was a game for such an adventure.
The Boss had mixed expressions on his face. He was not sure if Dipa
accepted his advances. He smiled ruefully and said, "I am really sorry for
having lost control once again. You wanted to hear my story. So here I am. It
pains me to speak all these things, but then it will also be a load off my
chest."
Dipa nodded her head to indicate to the Boss to go on. "My wife Shikha has
left me for good. She left over just a small tiff. She has served me a divorce
notice. I have never fought any legal battle so far. I never went to court. I am
completely out of gear. I feel socially and morally all alone. I do not know
how to deal with this situation. In this situation, I was unable to control my
urge to express my love to you, seeing your deep and sincere affection. I am
sorry for my impulsively touching and kissing you. I really am."
Dipa looked at the crestfallen face of the Boss. There were tears in his eyes.
She sat on the chair in front of the Boss, took Boss's one hand in her hands
and wiping tears from Boss's eyes, she said, "What nonsense! Owner of such
a big company rolling tears like this? Not good! Why shed tears for someone,
who was never yours in the first place? And don't you dare say sorry to me
again. You used the word love for me. A lover does not say sorry to his
beloved. I understand your overflowing feelings. I do not mind it. Somji, I
love you too. So what are you sorry about? However, there is one thing that is
eating me for some time."
The Boss looked at her waiting for her to go on.
Dipa said, "I understand that a divorce is very bitter and painful. However, in
your case, I do not feel that there is any need for you to be so much over
powered by negativity. She was not a good wife for you. Secondly, you do
not have children to worry too much about. In fact I would call it a good
riddance. Then for heaven's sake, why are you so perturbed?"
The Boss looked at my wife understandingly and nodding his face he said,
"Dipa you are very right. I am not really unhappy that she has gone. I am
unhappy that I have been branded as a bad husband. I tried to please her as
much as I could. She had expensive habits, being a daughter of rich father
and I felt that sometimes I went far beyond my means to placate her. But to
my every effort there was only rejection, hurling of insults and invectives.
From the first day, she felt I am grossly inadequate for her. She made me feel
as if I was impotent, poor, dumb and what not. I could never stand up to her
since the first day of our marriage."
Dipa looked thoughtfully at the Boss and half smiling said, "Somji, the
reason she dominated you was because you did not kill the cat."
Boss looked surprised at Dipa. He asked, "What do you mean?"
Dipa replied, "There is a saying in our language among men that a husband
must kill a cat in front of his wife on the first night of his marriage. She will
be so scared seeing this, that through their life, she will never dare to
dominate her hubby."
My Boss looked perplexed at Dipa, wondering what she meant. Dipa said,
"This saying has been carried forward from the days of the sword era. The cat
is wife's ego. Some of the girls carry huge ego due to their beauty or father's
status, wealth or whatever. For a happy married life, a hubby must kill the cat
which crosses his path on the first night, to show to his wife that he is not to
be taken for granted. The wife must know that he is the head of the family
and must be given due respect and love,"
My Boss almost jumped with child like enthusiasm. He clapped his hands
and then moderated his reaction and said, "Dipa, this is exactly what! That is
exactly what I am feeling sad about. I feel the same way. I wish I had
disciplined her on the first night of our marriage. How I wish I had done that.
Even after that, if she had not changed, at least I would not be feeling sorry
for myself. I wish I had slapped her hard the first time she let loose her
abuses. I would have been a happy man today."
Dipa said, "Boss forget it. It's all done and over."
My Boss however, stuck to his point and said, "No Dipa, it's not over. I feel
so upset with myself that I did not do it. I wish so badly that I had slapped her
hard across her face."
Dipa held Boss's hands and said, "Sir, you are too good a man to do that. Of
course at times you have to be what you do not want to be. Never mind if you
did not do that."
My Boss again could not control his emotions and moved to grab my wife in
his arms and hugged her. He said, "Dipa I am sorry but when I hear you
talking so sweetly, I feel something inside me going berserk."
Dipa looked at the Boss admonishingly and said, "Please stop saying sorry
again and again. I consider you not just as my friend, but an intimate one.
And an intimate friend does not say sorry for such mild but sweet
indiscretions."
The Boss looked at my wife perplexed. She caught my Boss's one ear and
twitching it in her fingers she asked, "I hope you remember the deep meaning
of 'intimate' where love is concerned?"
When the Boss did not speak, she replied, "Intimate person is one who is
intimately connected with his or her mate. It means, a close lover, with whom
one does not have any inhibitions. You may talk with your intimate friend
anything and everything without exception. So what you have done in
expressing your feelings is ok."
My Boss had no words to say. He just looked at my wife with baffled widely
open eyes. Then playing with Boss's fingers Dipa asked casually, "Please tell
me what happened exactly? What kind of spat you had with Shikha (Boss's
wife)?"
The Boss's face turned pale hearing his wife's name. He said, "Dipa it is a
long story starting with the time, I was involved with her. I do not care to
hear her name any more. It pains me to talk about her. Her father was a big
investor in my company. Once he invited me to his house and I met his
daughter Shikha. I was a different guy than. I was exuberant, enthusiastic and
bubbling with ideas. She was impressed with my youth and vigor. I was not
particularly impressed with her and did not give her a second look."
Dipa was all ears and looked intensely at the Boss's face to urge him to
continue. The Boss carried on, "She talked to her father and her father
proposed that I should get married to Shikha. Her father had invested heavily
in our company and I wanted to maintain relations with him. That was my
biggest blunder. A daughter of a rich father, she did not care much for me
after the marriage. I tried to take care of her in all possible ways. However,
she had 'My father is so rich' kind of attitude and she cared damn about my
sentiments. She was never my wife in true sense. I did not spare an effort to
make my marriage successful. She did not lose an opportunity to make me
feel small in front of my friends and relatives. I did everything I could but
that wasn't good enough for her."
It looked clearly that my Boss was getting a bit agitated while narrating
unhappy events to my wife. He would certainly not have gone to this extent
opening up his inner most emotions to anyone else. However, my wife's
empathetic, affable and serious intent of listening; made my Boss continue
the story of his miseries.
He said, "Dipa from the first night of the marriage, Shikha started showing
signs of superiority, impatience and indifference to me. She had a premarital
affair and that man started coming to our house in my absence. He would stay
through the day when I was at business and even stayed for a few days, when
I went out of town. She began hating me and avoided or looked down on my
friends, relatives." Boss slipped into depressed tone as he spoke.
Dipa kept nodding her head egging the Boss on. The Boss looked distant as if
seeing his past in front of his eyes. He continued, "She splurged money on
her dress, makeup and ran out of money almost as soon as I gave her. She
would then ring up her father and got money from him. I disliked it and told
her not to ask money from her father. She did not like my advice. She just
cared for money and nothing more."
Dipa interjected sympathetically, "Sir I know when your own behaves..."
The Boss looked at Dipa and cut her short. He said emphatically, "I don't
want such a person as my life partner. She did not care for my sentiments and
slept with that guy who kept, you know, doing her, in my bed when I was
away." My Boss said hesitating as he was speaking. "Dipa I am sorry for my
language."
Dipa held Boss's hand in her hands and said gently, "Please do not keep
saying sorry again and again. I understand. Please do not use subtle words.
Let out all your hurt and deeply buried emotions and say openly what you
want to say Boss. We are all adults. I know what sex is all about and have
had as much sex as anyone else had. So do not feel hesitant and hide behind
subtle and sophisticated words."
Boss looked strangely at Dipa and scolded her, "You called me Boss again?
No Boss, no Sir now. Ok?"
Dipa caught her ear and said, "Sorry Somji. But treat me as an adult person
and not like a delicate typical Indian female. Talk to me like you talk to any
close adult male friend please."
The Boss asked, "Are you sure?"
Dipa nodded her head slightly, maintaining deeply intent look on her face.
Boss continued, "Ok dear. Thanks for being my sincere friend. I was telling
you how that lover guy fucked my slut wife day and night, in my absence."
My Boss looked at my wife's face to be sure that she did not mind the use of
the four letter word. To his relief Dipa was keenly listening to him, without
the slightest trace of awkwardness. He continued after a brief pause, "May be
she found him better in bed. But better is not the right word; because she had
never let me fuck her. She has not seen my dick. How could she decide if he
was better in bed? Anyway, after getting fucked black and blue by that guy,
now she has slapped me with a divorce notice. How I wish I had physically
slapped her first. How I wish I had killed the cat on the first night of our
marriage." The Boss looked quite embarrassed and agitated.
Dipa was deeply in thought hearing the Boss's narration. She asked with
some hesitation, "Somji, has she asked for any alimony or financial
compensation in the divorce notice?"
The Boss shook his head and said, "No. Shikha would never ask for money
from me. That would be demeaning for her. She is too proud to ask for
money. She has simply asked for a divorce."
Dipa held Boss's hands and said, "Boss, sorry, Somji, that is very good. I do
not fully know about your relationship with Shikha. All the same, I suggest
that you do not need to think anymore of her. Believe me Somji, if she is not
asking for any alimony, it is a good riddance. Consider the whole thing as a
wound that you got. It will heal as the time passes and I shall try to make it
heal faster. Dipak and I are with you. Please forget her as soon as possible
and start a new life."
The Boss looked at Dipa and said, Dipa, It is not hard to forget her. However,
I cannot forget the deep hurt."
Dipa squeezed Boss's hand and said, "Somji, your life is more important than
her. It is only better to forget her and the hurt and to move on. I shall try to
help you forget her and her hurt. But for that you will have to come here after
the office. I suggest that after your work at the office, you spend some time
with us and have dinner with us daily. We shall talk about the office and
anything else. You will get over it sooner than you think you can, I assure
you."
I gleefully noted that Dipa had made it a point to put a condition that the Boss
must go to the office before coming to her for dinner, without specifically
asking him to.
Dipa stood up and made the Boss also stand up and said, "Boss, Sorry, I have
so much respect for you that I just cannot avoid calling you sir."
The Boss immediately smiled. For the first time that evening, the Boss
seemed to have smiled instinctively. He stood up holding Dipa's hands in his
and said, "Do not respect me Dipa. I do not like respect from you. Respect is
devoid of love. But love inherently includes respect. We respect our teachers,
nation, President etc. But we love our mom, dad friend, lovers, child etc.
There is a veil of formality between you and the person you respect.
Therefore you always address them with Sir, Mr. Miss Etc. However, the
ones you love expect no formalities. So Dipa, I would like you to stop
respecting me and start loving me if you will. If you do love me, who I think
you do, stop calling me Sir and Boss."
I could see that the Boss indirectly told Dipa that he loves her and that he
would like her to love him. Their talk was getting a bit intimate. I liked the
way the Boss was getting out of his morose state and getting back to his
original self. However, I was afraid of his getting back into despondency,
when he would again be alone. That was a point, I needed to think about.
Dipa covered both her cheeks with her palms in amazement and looking at
the Boss exclaimed with evident surprise, "Somji, God! You are a
philosopher so as per your theory, I love you respectfully Somji!"
Hearing Dipa's words, the Boss eyes sparkled with joy. He said, "No need to
love me respectfully Dipa. Just love me. That's all." The Boss moved
forward, grabbing Dipa by her waist, pulling her close to him. He caught
Dipa hard in his arms and pressed his lips hard on her lips.
Dipa was taken completely by surprise. She looked into the eyes of my Boss
and saw raw hunger in his eyes. She withdrew from the kiss and placed a
finger on Boss's lips. She said, "No Somji, not so soon. You have to make a
promise to me before you express your love."
Boss was taken aback. He looked surprised at Dipa and asked, "Yes sure,
Dipa. Tell me."
Dipa said, "Somji, first and foremost, your company has suffered erosion in
customer confidence, consequently sales have nosedived. The situation has
caused question mark in the minds of the employees and investors. Your
focus has dimmed and needs to be re-centered. A concrete action plan with
timeline is needed. That is the priority of the hour. I want your firm
commitment that you will show me your business plan with time line with the
objective of pulling the company out of the sticky situation that it is in,
immediately."
Boss looked with disbelief at Dipa and said, "Yes but why must you raise this
topic now?"
Dipa looked at Somji with full earnestness and said, "Do you know Somji,
this is no small matter. It means livelihood of 50 persons, who are employees
of your company. I want to be sure that they will keep their jobs and
prosper."
Boss looked straight at Dipa and said, "Yes Dipa you are absolutely right. I
strayed from my responsibilities and allowed my focus to be diverted. I
promise that I shall fully focus on the task and will try hard to forget the past.
I shall prepare the comeback business plan and implement it as soon as
possible."
Dipa smiled at the Boss. She said, "I want it to be done immediately. When I
say immediately, I mean in a day or two at the most."
Boss said, "Yes Boss. You will have the business plan in less than two days"
Dipa smiled. She stretched her hands to take the Boss in her arms. Boss
hugged Dipa hard and placed his lips on her lips. He kissed her hard and
began nibbling Dipa's lower lip.
Dipa kissed him back for just a few seconds. Dipa then pushed his hands
away affectionately and said mischievously so that the Boss would not feel
offended, "There will be plenty of time for that Somji. Don't be in hurry! Be
patient. My hubby, Dipak must be on his way."
I thought that was the right time for my entry. I pressed the bell. Dipa cooed
from inside, "The door is open. Come in."
When I entered, the Boss was seated on the chair near the dining table and
Dipa was placing the food on the dining table. When she raised her eyes to
look at me, her cheeks had turned red and her eyes betrayed her shyness.
Boss's kissing her had inflamed passions inside her. It was the first time
perhaps that anyone other than her husband had kissed her so passionately.
Trying to control her blushes, she asked me nonchalantly, "How come you
were so late?"
I quickly placed Ice cream in the fridge and other things at their appropriate
place and lied, "The store close to us had closed. I had to walk a long
distance." She must have guessed that I was lying, but did not say anything.
I sat by the side of the Boss and carried on routine formal chat. After dinner,
when the Boss rose up to leave, Dipa said, "I shall send your lunch with
Dipak every day. We shall be delighted if in the evening, after office, you
will come and have dinner with us here."
The Boss said, "I would like it very much if both of you come to my house
and stay with me for a few days. I live alone in the big house. I am fed up
with the loneliness. I will feel much happy if you will spend a few days with
me in my house so I will get used to being without my past baggage. I shall
be much obliged. If you agree, we could even go out of town for two or three
days." When the Boss said this, his voice became heavy and he had wetness
in his eyes.
Dipa could not bear to see the Boss getting so emotional. She hugged Boss
and said, "Somji, we shall certainly come and stay with you for some days.
We would love to go out with you as you suggested."
The Boss seemed very happy at the positive response from Dipa. He said,
"That would be very nice Dipa. We could go out for a few days on a holiday.
It would be a change for you both and also for me."
Dipa blurted out inadvertently, "I hope Shikhaji won't change her mind and
return if she hears that we were staying with you."
As soon as she said that, she realized, she had made a blunder; as the Boss's
face darkened. He said, "Dipa, please for God's sake do not mention her name
in front of me ever again. I hate that woman. I feel like I should have blasted
that woman the first time she behaved arrogantly with me, my guests or
relatives. She would have then got subdued or left me that very moment and
things would not have come to this pass. I would have got rid of all this
bitterness and frustration that has gathered all these years inside me."
Dipa looked at me embarrassed. I said, "Leave Shikha alone, Sir." Changing
the subject I said, "Rather than our going and staying in your house, would it
not be better for you to come here and have your dinner and spend some time
with us daily?"
The Boss looked at me gravely. His face showed disappointment at my
reluctance to move into their house. He said, "Dipak you are right. May be it
would be perhaps inconvenient for you to move in with me. However, I feel
it would be a good change for you and Dipa. I shall also have the pleasure of
your company through the day and late evenings. Besides, I shall keep
looking forward to coming to my house. Off late, I have developed revulsion
to this property. Can you not come and stay with me for a few days for my
sake please?"
I was trying to make a counter argument when the Boss looked at Dipa and
said, "We may even go out of town to some hill station in my car and spend
some time in a hotel in Shimla or Mussorie at my expense. You two can have
your second honeymoon and you will not have to spend any money for it.
This is my humble suggestion. The rest is up to you. How can I force you to
accept it?" Boss's face fell when he completed the sentence.
Perhaps my wife realized that it would be better to accept the Boss's
invitation to make him recover faster from his depression. She jumped and
clapped excitedly like a child; who was offered her long time wish. She asked
me enthusiastically, "Dipak, going to hill station without spending money?
Wow! This is a chance of life time. You have never taken me on a
honeymoon trip. If Sir is taking us why not we go dear?"
I looked at my wife sharply and said, "Dipa that would perhaps be the first
time in history where three people went on a honeymoon."
Dipa realized that she had messed up. Trying to repair the damage she said,
"Never mind the Honeymoon; it would be a great fun to go out to hill stations
with you and the Boss."
Trying to prevent the talk from getting argumentative, the Boss concluded by
standing up to leave and said, "There is no hurry. Both of you think and
decide. Tell me tomorrow or the day after, when you make up your mind. I
shall wait."
I stood up, shook Boss's hand and said, "We shall talk about it Boss. It was
wonderful to have you with us."
The Boss addressed me getting into the car; but looking at Dipa through a
corner of his eyes said, "Dipak, I shall see you in the office tomorrow sharp at
9.30 am. Ok?"
I nodded and said, "Yes Boss."
After the Boss left, I felt that my plan seemed to be working. Dipa was able
to convince the Boss that he should start going to the office and attend the
office regularly. Perhaps she had been able to cause a desire in Boss's mind to
live to enjoy the life, once again. This was just a start but a huge development
and a big plus. I did not frankly expect this result so soon. I was in half a
mind to take Dipa in my arms and hug and kiss her. However, I also had a
tint of jealousy. A situation was developing where I might perhaps play
second fiddle to my Boss as far as my wife was concerned. I was really
worried lest my Boss wins over my wife.
I wanted to ask Dipa what happened after I left to buy the ice-cream to check
if she was ready to come clean on her hugs and kisses with my Boss.
However, I shelved the idea. I was worried lest if I showed excessive
inquisitiveness, she may be discouraged from going further; thinking that I
did not like her getting closer to my Boss.
I did not mind Dipa's getting closer to my Boss; if she could get the Boss to
return to his original self. I was prepared to take the chances. It was a small
price to pay. I knew my wife. I knew that if she got a bit closer to my Boss,
that would not cause any turmoil in our life and that she would manage both
relationships well. She would certainly remain loyal to me. But the question
was, was I 100% sure? Well I was almost 100% sure. But then it was almost
100%, which is not exactly 100%. But then what other choice did I have?
Having seen this ray of hope, I had to try hard to make it work, if possible. I
had practically no other option. I could not afford to vacillate. On the other
side of the coin, our entire life was getting doomed. If the Boss did not get
out of his depression not only I, but the entire office staff would be jobless
before we knew it.
Besides, if my wife decided to venture ahead in the amorous adventure with
the Boss, it would not just be because of her strong desire to express her
gratitude for what the Boss had done for her father at a very critical time in
her father's life. It would also fulfill my dream of seeing my wife getting
fucked by another man. That cuckold in me was surfacing in my heart.
I could see miraculous change in my Boss's attitude just after a few minutes
of his chat with Dipa. If Dipa and the Boss's meetings continued and if they
moved closer, I saw a strong possibility of Boss's getting back to normal. I
decided I would go ahead with my plan. Better be slighted than destroyed.
Obviously the topic of Boss's visit cropped up that night in bed. Dipa was
quite cheesed off at me. She said, "Dipak, you should have refrained from
offering your wisecracks on going on honeymoon. You should have left the
work of getting your Boss back to his original self to me. You have to
support me, or I shall not get involved in this. Is that clear?"
I was taken aback by her brash challenge. I said in a subdued defensive voice,
"I am sorry darling. It was just a spur of the moment off the cuff comment. I
did not mean anything. I shall now be more careful. I shall not interfere in
your plans. I have full trust in you and shall go along with you whatever you
decide to do."
Dipa said, "You better. Look hubby! If you really want me to set things right
the way you want, then you need to be ready that you may have to face a lot
more embarrassment than what you may be ready for. I don't know. You may
have to chew more than you can bite. I shall have to get a lot closer to your
Boss, than perhaps you may be willing to let me. Remember, I shall do it
only because I am indebted to your Boss and also because you need me to get
your Boss back in business. I think that we both feel that this is perhaps the
only way. If you have the slightest reservation or any other suggestion on my
line of thinking at all, tell me now."
I withdrew instantly. I knew she was right. I said, "Darling, I have no
hesitation at all. I know whatever you will do, will be in the best interest of
all. I shall not flinch nor hesitate. So go ahead without any further thought. I
am ready for whatever happens. I won't see and I won't speak."
She pulled me in her arms obviously happy at my surrender and said, "You
are such a darling. Look, you know how things are. I have thought over the
things long and hard. You and I both know that just giving pep talk to Boss,
is not going to work. Your lonely Boss needs a female as a soul mate with
whom he feels close. At present as you know, that female happens to be only
me. Do you get it?"
She looked at me pointedly. I did not want her to think however that I was
unsure. I steadied myself and sat upright trying to bring as much conviction
in my voice as I could and said, "Honey, that indeed was and is my idea."
She seemed satisfied and yet continued her lone of argument. She said, "If
you want me to bring him back to his original self, I have not just to get
intimately close to him but, I will have to first push that woman, his ex out of
his mind. He does not love her but he hates her as hell. Hatred is as
dangerous as love, perhaps more. I have to get emotionally involved with
him. You may see me doing things that you may not have anticipated and
may not enjoy. You may have to share me fully with him. This may cause
you heart burns."
Again she stopped. She directly looked at me for an answer. I had to
convince her that I was with her all the way. I said, "Honey, I know what you
mean. I am your hubby. I know if something like what should happen is to
happen, then it is better I don't see it. I assure you that I won't see it and if I
do I won't notice it."
I must have sounded very affirmative, because my wife seemed to have felt
relaxed. She said, "If you won't see, its better. But if you see, just look the
other way. Don't think, feel or speak anything. Now onward, whatever
happens, will be for good. I'll make sure that your Boss is back in business.
Well you know, I have to do a lot for that and you better stay away from all
that will happen from now. I have to repay my debt to your Boss, and repay I
shall; now that I have the opportunity. At the same time, you can count on
me. I shall always be by your side also darling."
I knew what she meant. Even if I didn't, it didn't matter to me. I had complete
trust in her. She knew what she was doing. I had to do exactly what she told
me. I was more than ready for that. I just said one thing. I said, "Darling, if
you don't mind, I would slightly modify your statement. I would love to see
what happens. But I promise, I shall not notice, think or say anything."
Dipa could not suppress her smile at my submission and said, "You bloody
jealous man! You want to have the bread and eat it also."
She shook her head in frustration and said, "I will never understand men!
They want to retain their ownership and yet want their wives to get fucked by
others!"
I made sure that I looked as innocent as I could. Looking at my face and
relenting a little, she said, "Ok. I can't promise you that I will let you see all;
but I shall try. Let's see what happens."
That was good enough for me. I knew she would do what she promised. She
always did. I suspected that she was getting ready for seduction. Either she
was going to be seduced by my Boss or was going to seduce him. From the
way he stared at her boobs, curvaceous waist, ass and all over her body; God!
I knew how my Boss was eager to be seduced. I could see that. I also knew
that if need arose, she was quite capable of keeping the Boss in check. She
knew how to ignite passion in men and also how to keep that fire under
control.
It was not only just for the office revival and revival of our business that
excited me. It was the damn perverted voyeur in me that excited me more
than that. The very idea of my wife Dipa being seduced ignited my flame of
passion. I had a real hard on just thinking about it.
Our talk relaxed both me and my wife Dipa. She stretched under the covers
of the quilt and pulling me in her arms she said, "Do you know what your
Boss did after you left to get the ice-cream?"
When I heard my wife say it, I wondered if she saw me peeping on them.
I looked at her inquisitively, without saying anything. She said, "Your Boss
flirted with me. He told me all about his married life and the divorce with that
bitch. When I sympathized, he pulled me in his arms and kissed me. I pushed
him off, but you can say, he is romantic! After I pushed him off saying that
you might be coming back, he started apologizing."
I did not tell her that I saw it all and more. I said, "Why did you have to drag
me in between?"
She smiled, but kept quiet. I thought I must push the envelope. I asked, "Why
not we accept his invitation to go and stay with him at his house for a few
days? That will give you the opportunity to talk to the Boss more and alone in
a quiet and more ambient environment."
Dipa looked at me suspecting that I was trying to test her. She asked me, "Are
you really serious? Of course, that will eliminate his loneliness at home and
make him far more relaxed quickly." Then suddenly she asked, "But what
will your office staff say?"
I said with a strong resolute face, "I am dead serious. Come to think of it, I
think that is a damn good idea. And as far as the office staff is concerned,
firstly why should they know? And even if they did, what does it matter? If
the Boss starts attending to the office and if he is back to his normal self, they
would like nothing more than that. They wouldn't even mind if we stayed
with the Boss forever, as long as their interests are served."
Dipa was obviously delighted at my concurrence. I thought of pulling my
wife's leg a little. I said, "But honey, if at all we go on a honeymoon trip as
you suggested, I hope you will not stop me from fucking you."
Dipa looked at me quizzically and asked, "Why should I stop you when we
are on a honeymoon, or even otherwise? If the Boss will be there, he would
naturally be in a different room."
Then stopping for a while she asked me, "I hope you are not thinking that you
will fuck me in the presence of your Boss?"
I was a bit taken aback, although, I was perhaps thinking of the same thing in
my mind. I hurriedly said, "No, not that; but I was wondering if it would be
right to keep the Boss in a different room, while we are enjoying."
Dipa was thoughtful for a while. She said, "You have a point there. Let us
see. We cannot keep the Boss in our room while we are having sex and at the
same time, we cannot keep him shaking his cock hanging out in another room
while we are enjoying. You think and tell me what we can do.
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