Adultery My fiancé climbs the corporate ladder

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Hello! My name is Arijit and I'm here to introduce my new story. This story involves a straining relationship between partners in an arranged marriage situation who have been engaged to marry later in the year. My fiance is very ambitious and is working for a startup that is owned by her ex-boyfriend from her college days, whom she has a 7-month relationship with back in the day. This is the story about the domineering nature of her boss (the owner of the startup) who hired her in order to rekindle their old flame, my fiance who is ambitious yet shy and reserved, and me, a guy who is sexually inexperienced and wants to have the best marriage possible with the most amazing girl (my fiance). So, stay tuned for more updates!

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The fluorescent lights of Anita’s office building flickered as I stood in the lobby, fidgeting nervously with the collar of my shirt. At 34, my receding hairline and average build made me feel distinctly out of place among the sleek, young professionals bustling about. I was here to surprise my fiancée, Anita, with lunch – and perhaps to quell the gnawing insecurity that had been eating at me for months.

As I stepped into the elevator, my mind wandered to Supratim – Anita’s ex, her current boss, and the man who had given her this coveted position at his trendy start-up. The thought of him made my jaw clench. Tall, handsome, with a full head of thick black hair and thick beard – he was everything I wasn't. And he had shared an intimacy with Anita that I could never claim.

The elevator doors slid open on the 5th floor, and I made my way towards Anita’s desk. But as I rounded the corner, I froze. There she was, her lithe 28-year-old body leaning against Supratim's muscular frame as they pored over some documents. His hand rested casually on the small of her back, fingers splayed possessively across the curve of her ass.
"Anita," I called out, my voice cracking slightly.
She jumped, startled, and turned to face me. "Arijit! What are you doing here?"

Supratim's hand lingered for a moment before dropping away. He flashed me a confident smile, his perfect teeth gleaming. "Ah, you must be the fiancé. I've heard so much about you."

I felt a flush creeping up my neck as I approached them. Anita’s sari hugged her curves in all the right places, and I couldn't help but notice Supratim's appreciative gaze. The air crackled with tension as our eyes met.

Speaking about Anita – her dusky complexion always glows with a natural radiance, giving her an ethereal beauty that turns heads wherever she goes. At 28, she possesses a youthful charm that makes her appear slightly younger than her years. Her face is a canvas of delicate features, dominated by big, beautiful eyes that seem to hold secrets within their depths. Long, dark lashes frame these expressive orbs, adding to their allure. Her full lips, often curved in a shy smile, are perfectly shaped and inviting.

Anita’s petite yet curvy figure is a testament to feminine grace. Her modest 32B breasts are perky and well-proportioned to her frame, while her narrow 30-inch waist accentuates the swell of her shapely hips. The gentle curves of her body create an hourglass silhouette that's both elegant and sensual. Her long, silky dark hair cascades down her back in soft waves, framing her face beautifully.

Despite her undeniable attractiveness, Anita carries herself with a quiet dignity and modesty that only enhances her appeal. There's an air of innocence about her, mixed with a hint of hidden passion, that makes her irresistibly intriguing to those around her.

"I thought I'd surprise you with lunch," I said, holding up the bag of takeout.

Anita’s eyes darted between Supratim and me. "Oh, that's so sweet of you, but... Supratim and I were just about to go over some important project details over lunch."

Supratim interjected smoothly, "Why don't you join us, Arijit? I'd love to get to know the man who's stolen our star analyst's heart."

As we made our way to Supratim's private office, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking into the lion's den. The way Anita's hips swayed as she walked ahead of us, the casual way Supratim's hand brushed against her arm – it all sent my mind reeling with possibilities.

Once inside, Supratim closed the door behind us with a soft click. The room seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with unspoken desires. As Anita began unpacking the food, Supratim's voice dropped to a husky whisper.

"Arijit, I'm so glad you could join us. I was just telling Anita how... fortunate she is to have found such an... understanding man."

My pulse quickened as Anita turned, her sari rustling softly. A faint blush colored her cheeks as she avoided my gaze, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her pallu.

"Indeed, Supratim has been very... supportive of our engagement," Anita murmured, a shy smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Supratim's dark eyes locked onto mine, a hint of challenge in their depths. "Well, I've always believed in fostering a close-knit work environment. Wouldn't you agree, Arijit? It's important for a man to... keep his team satisfied."

I swallowed hard, feeling the subtle jab at my masculinity. Anita’s gaze flicked between us, her full lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came out.

"Of course," I managed, my voice slightly strained. "Satisfaction is... crucial in any relationship."

Supratim's hand came to rest on the back of Anita’s chair, his fingers just barely grazing her shoulder. "You know, Arijit, Anita has been absolutely thriving here. She has such... untapped potential. I'm more than happy to help her... explore it fully."

Anita ducked her head, but not before I caught the small smile that flitted across her face at Supratim's words. My stomach churned with a mix of discomfort and arousal.

"I'm sure she appreciates your... guidance," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Oh, I think we both know how much Anita values my input," Supratim chuckled, his tone dripping with innuendo. "Don't we, darling?"

Anita’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as she nodded almost imperceptibly. "Supratim has been an excellent mentor," she whispered, her eyes meeting mine for a brief, charged moment before darting away.

The air in the office felt thick with unspoken tension, every word and gesture laden with hidden meaning. As Supratim leaned in closer to Anita, the tension in the room felt palpable, a heady mix of desire and power dynamics that left me feeling dizzy. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them, their bodies angled towards each other as they pored over her report. The way Supratim's fingers brushed against Anita's hand as he pointed out something on the page sent a jolt of jealousy through me.

Suddenly, Supratim straightened up, his eyes meeting mine with a look of smug satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "You know, Arijit, you should be proud of Anita. Her dedication to excellence is... impressive. She often stays late, burning the midnight oil." His eyes gleamed as they raked over Anita's form. "I've lost count of how many times I've found her here, still working diligently, long after everyone else has gone home."

Anita ducked her head, a mix of pride and bashfulness coloring her cheeks. "It's nothing, really. The work is just so engaging..."

"Oh, come now," Supratim chuckled, his hand briefly touching Anita's arm. "Don't be modest. Your... passion is truly admirable." He turned to me, his gaze challenging. "You must miss her terribly on those late nights, eh Arijit?"

I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the sting of his words. "Well, I... I understand the demands of her job."

"Of course you do," Supratim nodded, his tone patronizing. "It's so important for a man to be... supportive. Especially when his woman is climbing the corporate ladder."

Anita glanced between us, her eyes wide. "Supratim has been very helpful in guiding my career," she murmured, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Oh, it's my pleasure," Supratim purred, his gaze lingering on Anita. "I always enjoy... nurturing talent. Especially when it's as promising as Anita's."

I watched as Anita's blush deepened, her fingers toying with the edge of her sari. The air in the room felt charged, thick with unspoken tension.

"In fact," Supratim continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, "I was thinking of recommending Anita for our upcoming conference in Puri. It would be a fantastic opportunity for her to... showcase her skills."

Anita's eyes lit up, even as she bit her lip nervously. "Really? That would be amazing, but... it's a four-day event, isn't it?"

"Indeed it is," Supratim nodded, his gaze flicking to me. "I'm sure Arijit wouldn't mind, though. After all, it's for your career advancement. Right, Arijit?"

I felt a knot form in my stomach as both of them turned to look at me, waiting for my response. The thought of Anita spending a week away, with Supratim, made my head spin. But what could I say?
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. The silence stretched out, heavy and uncomfortable, as Anita and Supratim waited for my response. I could see the hopeful glint in Anita's eyes, mixed with a touch of apprehension. Supratim, on the other hand, wore an expression of smug anticipation.

"I... well, it's quite a long time to be away," I finally managed, my voice sounding weak even to my own ears.

Supratim leaned forward, his voice taking on a faux-sympathetic tone. "Come now, Arijit. Surely you wouldn't want to hold Anita back from such a golden opportunity? This conference could be a real game-changer for her career."

Anita reached out, her delicate fingers brushing against my arm. "It would mean so much to me, Arijit," she said softly, her dark eyes imploring. "I promise I'll call every day."

I felt my resolve crumbling under their combined gazes. The thought of Anita spending four long days and nights with Supratim still made my stomach churn, but how could I deny her this chance?

Supratim pressed on, his voice smooth as silk. "Think of it as an investment in your future together. The connections Anita could make at this conference... well, let's just say it could lead to some very lucrative opportunities down the line."

I took a deep breath, forcing a smile onto my face. "Well, when you put it like that... I suppose it would be selfish of me to object. Of course you should go, Anita. It's a great opportunity."

Anita's face lit up with joy, and she squeezed my hand gratefully. "Thank you, Arijit! You're the best!"

Supratim's grin widened, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Excellent decision, Arijit. I'll make sure to take good care of Anita while we're away. You have nothing to worry about."

As I watched Supratim's hand come to rest on Anita's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just made a terrible mistake. But the radiant smile on Anita's face made it impossible for me to voice my doubts. I could only hope that my trust in her wasn't misplaced.

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As the lunch meeting drew to a close, I forced a smile onto my face, trying to mask the tumultuous emotions roiling beneath the surface. Supratim's hand lingered on Anita's shoulder, his fingers tracing small circles that seemed to burn into my retinas.

"Well, I should get going," I managed, my voice sounding strained even to my own ears. "Thank you for... accommodating me."

Anita stood, her sari rustling softly as she moved to embrace me. The familiar scent of her jasmine perfume filled my nostrils, momentarily drowning out the musk of Supratim's cologne that seemed to permeate the office.

"Thank you for understanding, Arijit," she murmured, her lips brushing my cheek. "I'll see you at home tonight?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. As I turned to leave, Supratim's voice stopped me.

"Oh, Arijit? Don't forget - Anita's birthday is coming up next week. I'm sure you have something... special planned?"

The reminder hit me like a punch to the gut. With all the tension surrounding the upcoming conference, I had completely forgotten. Shame and panic flooded through me as I fumbled for a response.

"Of course," I lied, avoiding Anita's gaze. "It's all taken care of."

As I left the office, my mind raced. I had less than a week to plan something spectacular, something that could compete with whatever lavish gesture Supratim undoubtedly had in store.

As I stepped out of Supratim's office, a tumult of emotions churned within me. The fluorescent lights of the hallway seemed harsh and unforgiving, mirroring the conflicting feelings that threatened to overwhelm me.

My steps felt heavy as I made my way towards the elevator, my mind replaying every moment of that lunch meeting. The casual touches, the loaded glances, the thinly veiled innuendos - they all swirled in my head, forming a nauseating cocktail of insecurity and arousal.

Jealousy gnawed at my insides, a bitter taste rising in my throat as I remembered the way Anita's eyes had lit up at Supratim's praise. The memory of her shy smiles and flushed cheeks in response to his flirtations sent a spike of pain through my chest.

Yet, mingled with the jealousy was an undeniable undercurrent of excitement. The thought of Anita spending a week away with Supratim, the man who had taken her virginity, sent a forbidden thrill coursing through my veins. My cock twitched traitorously in my pants, responding to the illicit scenarios my mind conjured up.

Shame washed over me in waves. What kind of man was I to feel aroused by the idea of my fiancée potentially being seduced by another man? The conflict between my possessive instincts and this unexpected turn-on left me feeling dizzy and disoriented.

As the elevator doors closed behind me, I leaned against the cool metal wall, my heart racing. The image of Supratim's confident smirk and Anita's demure glances burned in my mind's eye. I felt small, inadequate, and yet... strangely exhilarated.

Stepping out into the busy street, I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head. But I knew, deep down, that the events of this lunch would haunt me for days to come. The rest of the afternoon dragged on interminably. I couldn't focus on work, my mind replaying every loaded glance and casual touch between Anita and Supratim. By the time I left the office, my nerves were frayed to breaking point.

I hurried home, a maelstrom of emotions churning in my gut. Our empty apartment felt oppressive, the silence amplifying my racing thoughts. I paced restlessly, rehearsing what I'd say to Anita, then immediately second-guessing myself.

As the sky outside darkened to a deep indigo, I found myself perched on the edge of the sofa, eyes fixed on the door. My heart leapt at every sound in the hallway, anticipating Anita's arrival.

Finally, I heard the jingle of keys. My mouth went dry as the lock turned. The door swung open, and there she was.

"How was your day, love?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Anita smiled tiredly. "Oh, you know. Busy as always. Supratim's really pushing for this project to be perfect."

I couldn't hold back anymore. "And is that why he needs to touch you so much? To ensure perfection?"

Her eyes widened, then narrowed. "What are you talking about, Arijit?"

"Don't play dumb, Anita. I saw how he was with you today. The way he leaned in, how his hand lingered on your shoulder. And you just... let him."

Anita sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Are we really doing this? Supratim flirts with everyone, Arijit. It's just his way. It doesn't mean anything."

"Doesn't mean anything?" I scoffed. "He was practically undressing you with his eyes!"

"You're being ridiculous," she snapped. "Supratim is my boss. He's helping my career. Do you want me to jeopardize that because you're feeling insecure?"

I felt a pang of guilt, but pushed on. "It's not about insecurity. It's about respect. For me, for our relationship."

Anita's eyes welled up with tears. "I can't believe you don't trust me. After everything we've been through, everything I've sacrificed for us. Do you know how hard I work? How much pressure I'm under?"

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I watched as a tear rolled down her cheek, feeling like the world's biggest asshole.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I just... I love you so much. The thought of losing you..."

Anita stepped closer, cupping my face in her hands. "Oh, Arijit. You're not going to lose me. I'm right here. I chose you, remember? You have to trust in that."

As I looked into her big, watery eyes, I felt my resolve crumble. How could I doubt her? I pulled her into a tight embrace, breathing in her scent, trying to ignore the lingering notes of Supratim's cologne.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again. "I trust you. I do."

Anita pulled back, a small smile on her lips. "Good. Now, how about we forget this silly argument and have a nice dinner?"

As she turned towards the kitchen, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling in my gut. But I pushed it aside. I had to trust her. What other choice did I have?

The days flew by in a blur of anxiety and frantic planning. Before I knew it, Anita's birthday had arrived. I woke early, my heart pounding as I picked up the bouquet of roses I had ordered. This had to be perfect. I couldn't let Supratim outdo me, not today. The day crawled by in an agonizing blur of anxiety and anticipation. As evening fell, I found myself outside Anita's office building, clutching a bouquet of roses in my sweaty palm. The startup's modern facade loomed before me, most of its windows now dark. My heart raced as I entered the deserted lobby, my footsteps echoing in the silence.

As I approached Anita's office, bouquet clutched in my sweaty palm, my heart raced with anticipation. The open-plan office was bathed in the dim glow of a few forgotten desk lamps, workstations abandoned for the day. My eyes fixed on the frosted glass door at the far end of the room - Supratim's office. A sliver of light spilled from beneath it.

I noticed Anita wasn't at her desk. A quick glance through the blinds confirmed my suspicions - she was in there with him. My throat tightened as I crept closer, pressing my ear against the cool glass.

"Anita, you look absolutely radiant today," Supratim's deep voice purred. "That modest outfit can't hide your beauty."

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Awesome start.

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You peek through a gap in the blinds, your eyes widening at the sight. Anita, your petite fiancée, stands before Supratim's imposing figure. At 5'10", he towers over her 5'1" frame, his full head of lush black hair a stark contrast to your own thinning locks.

Anita's olive skin flushes as she stammers, "T-thank you, sir. But I should really get back to work."

Supratim takes a step closer, his broad shoulders blocking your view. "Nonsense, it's your birthday. Let me treat you to dinner."

Your cock twitches traitorously in your pants as you imagine his large hands on Anita's slim thick body, cupping her shoulders.

"I appreciate the offer, but I can't," Anita insists, her voice wavering. "Arijit and I have plans."

Supratim chuckles, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Ah yes, your fiancé. Tell me, does he satisfy you the way I used to?"

Your breath catches in your throat. The roses slip from your grasp, scattering petals at your feet as you lean in closer, desperate to hear Anita's response.

"That's... that's not appropriate, sir," she whispers, but you detect a hint of curiosity in her tone.

"Perhaps not," Supratim agrees, his voice dropping an octave. "But I can't help wondering if you miss what we had. The passion, the intensity. Come on, Anita," Supratim's deep, confident voice continues. "We both know you've been thinking about this since you started working here. Don't you remember how good we were together?"

You watch, paralyzed, as his hand reaches out, his fingers now grazing Anita's cheek. She doesn't pull away.

"Supratim, please," she breathes, her resistance crumbling. "I'm engaged now."

"And yet, here you are," he murmurs, tilting her chin up. "In my office, after work, looking up at me with those same doe eyes that captivated me in college."

Your cock strains against your zipper as you witness this exchange, a cocktail of jealousy and arousal coursing through your veins. You want to burst in, to claim Anita as yours, but your feet remain rooted to the spot.

As Supratim's lips descend towards Anita's, your breath catches in your throat. The world seems to slow down, each heartbeat thundering in your ears. Just as their mouths are about to meet, Anita turns her head slightly, Supratim's lips grazing her cheek instead.

"Supratim, we shouldn't," Anita's voice wavers, a mix of reluctance and something else... curiosity? Desire? "I'm with Arijit now. He's a good man."

Your cock throbs painfully against your zipper, a confusing mixture of relief and disappointment washing over you. You shift slightly, trying to get a better view through the narrow gap in the blinds. Supratim's imposing figure blocks most of your line of sight, but you can still make out tantalizing flashes of Anita's olive skin and the curve of her modest blouse. Your heart pounds as you strain to catch every detail, your imagination running wild with the things you can't quite see. The roses in your hand are forgotten, crushed in your white-knuckled grip as you watch the scene unfold before you.

A low chuckle from Supratim sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm sure he is. But can he make you feel the way I did? The way I still can?"

You clench your fists, jealousy and anger surging through you. How dare he speak to your fiancée like that? But beneath the rage, a treacherous spark of arousal ignites in your core.

"That's... that's not relevant," Anita stammers. You catch a glimpse of her stepping back, but Supratim's tall frame follows.

"Isn't it?" His voice drops to a husky whisper. "Don't tell me you've forgotten our nights together. How I made you scream my name."

Your cock twitches traitorously at his words, imagination running wild with images of Anita writhing beneath Supratim's muscular body. You want to burst in, to assert your claim, but fear paralyzes you. What could you, a short skinny 5'4" man, do against this Adonis?

"Please," Anita's voice is barely audible. "We can't do this. I love Arijit."

"Love him all you want," Supratim purrs. "But admit it, you crave what only I can give you."

You see his hand move, presumably caressing Anita's face. Your breath catches as you wait for her response, torn between hoping she'll resist and a shameful desire to hear her submit.

"I... I..." Anita's hesitation is palpable, her resolve clearly wavering.

Your heart nearly stops as you hear a sudden gasp from Anita, followed by the unmistakable sound of lips meeting. You strain your eyes, desperate to see more, but all you can make out is Supratim's broad back and Anita's delicate hands pushing against his chest.

"Mmph! Supra-" Anita's muffled protest is cut short by what you can only imagine is Supratim deepening the kiss.

The wet sounds of their lips moving together fill the air, punctuated by Anita's little whimpers and Supratim's low groans. Your cock throbs painfully in your pants as you picture his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.

"God, I've missed this," Supratim growls between kisses. "Your lips are even sweeter than I remember."

You catch a glimpse of his lean, muscular arms wrapping around Anita's petite frame, pulling her flush against him. The contrast in their sizes is stark - her small petite frame engulfed by his taller, toned physique. You imagine how small, how vulnerable she must feel in his embrace, his masculine features and bristly facial hair emphasizing her soft femininity. A wave of inadequacy washes over you as you picture Anita's smooth cheek pressed against the rough texture of his beard, a sensation you can't provide with your clean-shaven face.

"We... we shouldn't," Anita gasps, but her voice lacks conviction. "Arijit..."

"Forget him," Supratim murmurs, and you see him shift, presumably to trail kisses down her neck. "Feel how our bodies fit together. This is right, Anita. This is what you need."

“Ungghhhh….”, a soft moan escapes Anita's lips, sending a jolt of arousal and shame through your body. You want to burst in, to tear them apart, but you're rooted to the spot. What could you do against Supratim? His lean, muscular body would easily overpower your shorter, more delicate frame.

"Please," Anita whimpers, but whether she's begging him to stop or continue, you're not sure. "This is wrong..."

"Then why does it feel so good?" Supratim challenges, his voice husky with desire.

You catch another glimpse of them through the gap in the blinds. Supratim's large hand is tangled in Anita's thick, dark tresses, firmly tilting her head back as he claims her mouth. His dark prickly beard brushes against her soft skin, the friction heightening the warmth of her dusky complexion. Anita's arms tremble as they wrap around his neck, her body betraying her mind's resistance.

Their lips move in a frenzied dance, Supratim's tongue insistently probing, demanding entry. "Mmmphhhhh....", Anita whimpers softly, her mouth opening just enough to let him in. You can see the conflict in her eyes - desire warring with guilt. Her fingers clench and unclench in the fabric of his shirt, as if she's fighting the urge to push him away.

Supratim's other hand roams boldly, tracing the curve of her spine before settling on her shapely ass, kneading the flesh through her trousers. Anita's body arches involuntarily, pressing her modest breasts against his broad chest. She breaks the kiss, gasping for air, her voice barely audible as she whispers, "We shouldn't... Arijit..."

But Supratim silences her weak protest with another searing kiss, his beard scbanging her chin as he angles her head for deeper access. Anita's resistance is crumbling, her body responding even as her mind struggles to hold onto the last shreds of loyalty.

The realization hits you like a punch to the gut: your fiancée is melting into the arms of another man. A man taller, more handsome, more successful than you. A man who took her virginity and is now threatening to reclaim her.

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The passionate sounds of their kiss continue, punctuated by Anita's soft whimpers. Suddenly, you hear a sharp gasp followed by a low, throaty moan that sends shivers down your spine.

"Oh god," Anita breathes, her voice a mixture of shock and unmistakable pleasure. "You remembered..."

Supratim's deep chuckle fills the air. "How could I forget how much you love being bitten, babe? The way your body responds... it's intoxicating."

You strain to see more, catching glimpses of Supratim's mouth on Anita's neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. Supratim's large hand cupping the back of Anita's head, tilting it to expose more of her dusky neck. His lips trail down her throat, leaving a glistening path in their wake. Suddenly, he bites down on the junction where her neck meets her shoulder, “Ahhhhhhhhhh……nggghhhhhhh!!!”, eliciting a strangled cry from Anita. Your cock throbs painfully as you listen to her groans and imagine the marks he's leaving, branding her as his.

The sound of Anita's pleasure sends a jolt through your body, a mixture of arousal and jealousy coursing through your veins. You watch, transfixed, as Supratim's mouth continues its assault on her neck, his beard scbanging against her soft skin. Anita's hands clutch at his broad shoulders, her body trembling with each nip and suck.

"Supratim, please," Anita pleads, her resistance wavering. "We can't... Arijit..."

"Shh," he soothes, and you see his large hands begin to roam over her petite frame. "Just feel, Anita. Remember how good we were together."

You watch, transfixed, as Supratim's palms glide over Anita's curves, cupping her modest breasts through her blouse. A strangled moan escapes her lips, and you feel a surge of humiliation and arousal.

"Your body remembers me," Supratim murmurs, his fingers tracing the outline of her nipples through the fabric. "It's singing for my touch."

"No...," Anita whimpers, clearly torn between desire and loyalty.

You see Supratim's hand slide down to Anita's hips, pulling her against him. The size difference between them is stark - his tall, lean frame dwarfing her petite body. You imagine how small, how helpless she must feel in his strong arms, and a wave of inadequacy washes over you.

"Tell me to stop," Supratim challenges, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me you don't want this."

There's a pause, filled only by Anita's ragged breathing. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait for her response, equal parts dreading and craving her surrender. The response never comes.

Instead, the tension in the room thickens further as Supratim's fingers move to Anita's blouse, slowly unfastening the first button. "Supratim, stop," Anita protests, her hands covering his. "We can't do this."

"We both want this, Anita," he murmurs, his lips brushing her ear. "Why deny ourselves?"

You watch helplessly as he captures her lips in another searing kiss, his teeth grazing her lower lip. “Mmmmphhhhhh…..”, Anita's whimper of pleasure sends a surge of rage and arousal through you.

"But Arijit..." she gasps as Supratim moves to the next button.

"Forget him," Supratim growls. "Can he give you what you need? What I can offer?"

Your jaw clenches at his words. No, you can't. Your public sector job barely covers the bills. The mortgage on your modest home depends on Anita's income from this job. The realization of your powerlessness fuels your anger.

Supratim continues his assault on Anita's senses, alternating between deep, passionate kisses and gentle bites along her neck. With each caress, each button undone, you see Anita's resistance waver.

"This is wrong," she whispers, but her body betrays her, arching into his touch.

You're torn between the desire to burst in and stop this and the paralyzing fear of confronting Supratim. He's not just physically imposing; his position in the company gives him power over your financial future.

As Anita's blouse falls open, you catch a tantalizing glimpse of her red lacy bra, the vibrant color a stark contrast against her olive skin. Supratim's hands waste no time exploring the newly exposed skin, his fingers tracing along her sensitive neckline. “Ahhhhhhh…..”, Anita shivers visibly, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"God, you're exquisite," Supratim murmurs, his lips brushing against her collarbone. "I've missed this... missed you."

"Supratim, please," Anita whimpers, her hands pushing weakly against his chest. "We shouldn't... I'm engaged..."

But her protests lack conviction as Supratim's skilled fingers dance along her spine, eliciting another shudder. His large hands move lower, cupping her behind and pulling her flush against him.

"Your body remembers me, Anita," he growls, nipping at her earlobe. "It knows who it belongs to."

You watch, fists clenched in impotent rage, as Supratim's mouth descends to Anita's cleavage. Her sharp intake of breath is audible even from your hiding spot, and you know he's found one of her most sensitive areas.

"No... we can't..." Anita protests weakly, but her head tilts back, giving him better access.

The sight of your fiancée in another man's arms, her resistance crumbling, fills you with a toxic mix of humiliation and unwanted excitement. Your anger still burns hot, but you can't deny the growing tightness in your pants.

"Supratim, wait-" Anita's protest is cut short as her domineering boss suddenly grips her blouse and yanks it off, tossing it carelessly to the floor. The aggressive action draws a shocked gasp from Anita, and you feel a surge of horror and helplessness.

Before she can recover, Supratim captures her lips in a searing kiss, one hand tangling in her hair. He tugs gently, tilting her head back. “Unnghhhhh!!!”, Anita lets out a low, involuntary moan that sends a jolt of unwanted arousal through you. Their tongues battle for dominance, but Supratim quickly takes control. He explores every inch of Anita's mouth, tasting, teasing, conquering. His large hand cradles the back of her head, fingers tangled in her long dark hair, holding her in place as he ravishes her. The kiss is primal, almost violent in its intensity. Supratim nips at Anita's full lower lip, drawing a sharp gasp from her. He soothes the sting with a swipe of his tongue before plunging back in, his mouth moving against hers with bruising force.

"You always loved that, didn't you?" Supratim murmurs against her lips, giving her hair another gentle pull. Anita's whimper of pleasure is unmistakable, and you watch her resistance waver further.

With a fluid motion, Supratim steps back and pulls his own shirt over his head. Your stomach drops as you see Anita's eyes widen, taking in his muscular, hair-covered chest. You know that look - it's pure, unadulterated desire.

"God, Supratim," Anita breathes, her hand reaching out involuntarily before she catches herself. "You're even more..."

"More what, Anita?" Supratim challenges, stepping closer. "More manly? More what you need?"

You feel a fresh wave of inadequacy wash over you. Your own smooth, less defined chest seems pitiful in comparison. The raw masculinity Supratim exudes is something you could never hope to match.

As Supratim pulls Anita against his bare chest, her hands splaying across his pecs, you're faced with a horrifying realization. Your fiancée is being seduced by everything you're not - and she's struggling to resist. The anger, humiliation, and forbidden arousal swirl within you, a toxic cocktail threatening to overwhelm your senses.

[Givemeextra]

"Arijit, I'm so glad you could join us. I was just telling Anita how... fortunate she is to have found such an... understanding man."

"Indeed, Supratim has been very... supportive of our engagement," Anita murmured, a shy smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Supratim's dark eyes locked onto mine, a hint of challenge in their depths. "Well, I've always believed in fostering a close-knit work environment. Wouldn't you agree, Arijit? It's important for a man to... keep his team satisfied."

I swallowed hard, feeling the subtle jab at my masculinity. Anita’s gaze flicked between us, her full lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came out.

Supratim's hand came to rest on the back of Anita’s chair, his fingers just barely grazing her shoulder. "You know, Arijit, Anita has been absolutely thriving here. She has such... untapped potential. I'm more than happy to help her... explore it fully."

Wow just Wow.   
This is one hot set of double meaning talk.     .       Hubby - Cucked right in first episode.
Loved it. Thanks for the updates. Eager to read next.

[Givemeextra]

Ah what the hell = So quickly sex came in.

Hope this is just a dream in Hubby's mind rather than actual happening.

What happened next?

[incest_cuck]

The atmosphere in the room shifts palpably as Supratim's demeanor changes, his movements becoming more forceful, more primal. He grips Anita's hips roughly, pulling her flush against him as his mouth crashes down on hers. The kiss is hungry, almost bruising in its intensity.

"Mmmmph!" Anita's muffled moan of surprise quickly transforms into a low, throaty sound of pleasure. Her body arches involuntarily, pressing closer to Supratim's hairy, muscular frame. As his tongue plunders her mouth, Anita lets out a series of soft, needy whimpers. "Nnnghhh... ahhhhh..." The sounds are barely audible, swallowed up by Supratim's demanding lips.

When he finally breaks the kiss to trail his mouth along her jaw, Anita gasps for air. "Oh god, Supratim!", she breathes, her tone a mixture of desire and desperation. Her body stiffens slightly, the pleasure warring with her sense of loyalty. Anita whimpers, her hands pushing against his chest in a feeble attempt at resistance. "Supratim, please... we can't..." Her voice trembles, caught between desire and guilt.  

But her protests are silenced as he tangles his fingers in her hair, tugging sharply. "Ahhhhhh! Nnnnnggghhhhh..." The sound escapes her lips, a mixture of shock and almost unmistakable arousal. Her eyes flutter closed, head tilting back instinctively to expose the smooth column of her dusky neck. Anita's gasp of surprise turns into a low moan of pleasure, her body betraying her despite her mind's reluctance.

Supratim's free hand roams possessively over Anita's curves, groping and fondling with unrestrained lust. His teeth sink into her neck, leaving a trail of angry marks that brand her as his fucktoy. Each time Anita tries to squirm away, he yanks her back roughly, grinding his rock-hard cock against her soft belly.

"Feel what you do to me, Anita baby!" he growls nipping at her earlobe. "This is what a real man feels like, Anita."

His fingers gradually dig into the flesh of her ass, spreading her cheeks through the thin fabric of her pants. Arijit watches, transfixed, as Anita's resistance continues to crumble under Supratim's relentless assault on her senses. Her hands, once pushing him away, now cling to his broad shoulders for support. As the scene unfolds before him, something shifts within his psyche. The anger and humiliation are still there, but they're overshadowed by a growing sense of... acceptance? Arijit finds himself mesmerized by Supratim's raw masculinity, his dominance over Anita.

For the umpteenth time, Arijit can see the difference between him and Anita’s boss. Supratim is a lion, a true alpha male, while he... is just a spectator in the savannah of life. The realization should be devastating, but instead, it feels almost... right. He continues to watch, his own arousal growing despite himself, as Supratim's hands move to the clasp of Anita's bra.

Supratim's fingers deftly unhook Anita's bra, slowly sliding the straps down her arms. With a flourish, he tosses the red lacy garment to the floor, leaving Anita bare from the waist up.

Anita gasps, her arms instinctively moving to cover her exposed breasts. "Supratim, please..." she whispers, her face flushing with embarrassment.

But Supratim is relentless. He gently pulls her arms away, his eyes drinking in the sight of her topless form. "Don't hide from me, Anita. You're exquisite." His gaze lingers on her dark brown areolas, a stark contrast against her olive skin. Anita shivers as his thumbs brush over her sensitive nipples, already pebbling under his touch.

"So fucking responsive," Supratim growls, lowering his head. His hot tongue darts out, lapping at Anita's stiff nipple before sucking it into his greedy mouth. Her breathy gasp echoes as he alternates between hungry sucks and teasing bites on her aching bud.

"These tits are mine," he grunts, roughly kneading her other breast.

“Aaaarrgghhhhh…!!!!!”, His fingers pinch and twist her neglected nipple, drawing a whine from Anita's throat. "No one else gets to play with these perfect little tits but me.", he says.

Anita's resistance wavers further. She arches her back, pressing her chest further into Supratim's eager mouth. Her hands tangle in his hair, caught between pulling him closer and pushing him away. "Oh godddd!!!," she moans, as her eyes roll to the back of her head in pleasure, her body betraying her with every flick of his skilled tongue.

For Arijit, the reality of the situation begins to sink in. This isn't just a momentary lapse - this is Anita surrendering to a primal desire, one that he himself could never fulfil. Supratim's raw masculinity, his dominant presence, is awakening something in her that her fiance has never seen before.

"We shouldn't..." Anita somehow manages a meek protest, but her body betrays her words. Her back arches further, pressing her chest even more firmly against Supratim's eager mouth.

"God, Anita," Supratim growls, "I've missed the taste of you."

Arijit hears a soft thud - Anita's back hitting the wall perhaps? - followed by a surprised yelp that turns into a drawn-out moan. He strains to see what is happening, but can mostly hear their voices.

"Supratim, please..." Anita's voice is barely above a whisper, torn between desire and reluctance. "We can't... Arijit..."

The sound of Arijit’s name on her lips sends a jolt through his spine. He clenches his fists, nails digging into his palms. The pain grounds him, a sharp counterpoint to the confusing mix of anger, humiliation, and unwanted arousal swirling within his very being.

"Forget him," Supratim's voice is low, commanding. "He's not half the man I am. You know it, Anita. Your body knows it."

As if to prove his point, you hear the unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh - Supratim's hand connecting with Anita's breast in a firm slap. “Arrrgghhhhhhhh!!!!!”, Anita's resulting cry is one of pleasure mixed with pain.

Arijit’s breath catches in his throat. He’s never heard Anita make a sound like that before. Never for you. The realization hits him like a physical blow, forcing him to confront an uncomfortable truth: Supratim is giving Anita something he never could.

The room fills with the sound of heavy breathing and soft whimpers as Supratim continues his assault on Anita's senses. His hands roam her body possessively, squeezing and pinching, drawing more of those intoxicating sounds from her throat.

Suddenly, the sound of a zipper being lowered cuts through the heavy breathing and soft moans. The metallic rasp seems to jolt Anita back to reality.

"Supratim, stop," Anita's protest is firmer this time, though still tinged with uncertainty. "We can't do this..."

But her words are met with the rustle of fabric hitting the floor - Supratim's pants joining the growing pile of discarded clothing. The soft thud echoes in the room, a clear indication that Supratim has no intention of stopping.

"Anita," Supratim's voice is low, husky with desire. "You know you want this as much as I do."

A sharp intake of breath from Anita reaches her fiance’s ears. He can almost picture her eyes widening as they take in Supratim's form, barely concealed by his grey boxers.

"Oh gosh!" Anita whispers, her voice a mix of shock and something else... desire? "Supratim, we shouldn't..."

"Shh," Supratim murmurs. "Just feel, Anita. Feel what a real man's dick can do to that tight little pussy of yours."

The sound of skin on fabric reaches her fiance’s ears - Anita's hand running along Supratim's length, he imagines. Her breath hitches audibly.

"I... I can't," Anita's voice wavers, but you detect a note of awe beneath her protest. "Arijit..."

"Forget about him," Supratim interrupts, his voice thick with promise. "Focus on me. On us."

Arijit stands rooted to the spot, overwhelmed by a toxic cocktail of anger, shame, and unwanted arousal. The dim light reveals only tantalizing silhouettes, forcing his imagination to fill in the gaps with torturous detail. Each sound, each breathless word from Anita, hammers home his inadequacy. Her unspoken awe of Supratim's masculinity cuts deeper than any direct comparison, leaving Arijit to once again confront the bitter truth that his rival offers Anita pleasures he never could.

The room fills with the sound of Anita's ragged breathing, punctuated by soft whimpers that betray her internal struggle. "Supratim, we can't..." she protests weakly, her voice trembling. "This is wrong, I'm enagaged, I…...ughhhhhhhhhh"

Her words trail off into a sharp gasp as Supratim's hands roam her body. Arijit can almost feel the tension in the air, the war raging within his fiance.

"Tell me to stop then," Supratim challenges, his voice low and husky. "Tell me you don't want this."

A moment of heavy silence follows, broken only by Anita's shaky exhale. When she speaks again, her voice is barely above a whisper, thick with conflicting emotions. "But Arijit….I love him, I do. This will destroy him, destroy us..."

"Then why aren't you stopping me?" Supratim's voice is smug, confident.

Anita's whimper pierces the air, heavy with unmistakable desire. The tension in the room is palpable, a heady mixture of lust and self-loathing. Arijit's heart clenches painfully as he listens to Anita's silent struggle. Her labored breathing speaks volumes - the sharp inhales of arousal warring with shaky exhales of guilt. He can almost picture her face, flushed with desire yet streaked with tears of shame.

"Don't hate yourself," Supratim murmurs right next to her earlobe. "Embrace what you feel. What that tight little body of yours craves."

A choked sob escapes Anita, quickly muffled as Supratim crashes his lips against hers. His mouth devours hers hungrily, tongue plunging deep to taste every inch of her. Anita whimpers into the kiss, her body melting against his despite her internal conflict. Supratim's teeth nip at her lower lip, drawing a gasp from her throat. His beard scratches roughly against her soft skin as he deepens the kiss, one large hand tangling in her hair to hold her in place.

When the bruising kiss finally breaks, Anita's next words are breathless, desperate.

"Supratim don’t….," she begs, though whether she's pleading for him to stop or continue is unclear even to her. "Please..."

The conflict in Anita's voice paints a vivid picture of her internal struggle - her loyalty to Arijit warring against her undeniable desire for Supratim. Each sound, each word, is a testament to her crumbling resolve. Arijit stands frozen, his heart pounding as he listens to Anita's inner battle play out. Every breathless gasp and desperate plea hammers home the reality of the situation. He can almost see her torn expression, her body betraying her even as her mind fights against the overwhelming lust Supratim has awakened.

The sounds of their encounter continue to assault Arijit's ears, forcing him to confront the bitter truth. Anita's resolve is weakening with each passing moment, her loyalty to him cracking under the weight of Supratim's dominating presence and skilled touch.

Suddenly, a sharp intake of breath cuts through the room.

"Supratim, what are you..." Anita's voice trails off, a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

The soft rustle of fabric signals Supratim slowly lowering his boxers. A moment of tense silence follows, broken by Anita's sharp gasp.

[Givemeextra]

Oh man....What the XXXX happening.

A weak resistance is signal for strong acceptance.

[incest_cuck]

Looks like there isn't much interest in the story.

[a2011]

It's a great story...pls continue it

[Deepak Sanjeev]

Excellent update

[incest_cuck]

"Oh my gosh," Anita whispers, her voice a blend of awe and trepidation. "That's... you're..."

"Like what you see?" Supratim's smug tone fills the air.

From his hidden vantage point, Arijit catches fleeting glimpses of movement in the dim light. A flash of skin, the outline of Supratim's impressive manhood - just enough to fuel his imagination and growing sense of inadequacy.

"We really shouldn't," Anita protests weakly, but her voice wavers. "This isn't right."

"Your eyes say otherwise," Supratim chuckles. "Can't take them off me, can you?"

Arijit hears Anita's breath hitch, imagining her eyes fixed on Supratim's exposed member despite her words. The sharp intake of air speaks volumes, revealing Anita's awe and desire even as she tries to resist.

"I'm engaged,” she insists, but her voice lacks conviction. “We can’t do this.”

In his mind's eye, Arijit can picture Anita's face - eyes wide, pupils dilated with unmistakable lust as she beholds Supratim's impressive cock. The sound of skin on skin confirms his worst fears: Supratim guiding Anita's hand to his length. His imagination fills in the excruciating details. Supratim's large hand engulfs Anita's delicate one, wrapping her trembling fingers around his thick shaft. The size difference is stark - her small hand barely encircles his girth, painting a picture of masculine dominance that Arijit knows he can never match.

“Ummphhhh…”, A soft whimper escapes Anita's lips, laden with awe and unconscious desire. It's a sound she's never made for Arijit, cutting deep into his soul and cementing his feelings of inadequacy. Each fragment of sensory input only serves to heighten Arijit's anguish, forcing him to confront the bitter reality of his own shortcomings.

“It’s so...” Anita starts, then catches herself. “No, we have to stop.”

But her actions belie her words. Arijit hears the subtle, rhythmic sound of her hand moving along Supratim's shaft, her breathing growing heavier.

As he strains to see more, to hear every detail, Arijit becomes acutely aware of his own body's response. His arousal builds, throbbing insistently, impossible to ignore. The realization hits him like a punch to the gut – his humiliation, his inadequacy compared to Supratim, is fuelling his excitement. Shame and arousal war within Arijit, each feeding the other in a dizzying spiral. He wants to look away, to block out the sounds, but finds himself more captivated than ever.

The internal conflict rages – how can he be aroused by his own humiliation? By hearing his fiance’s resolve crumble in the face of another man's superior endowment? Yet undeniably, undeniably, he is.

Arijit's cock strains against his pants, betraying his twisted excitement. His breath comes in short, silent gasps as he listens to Anita's mounting pleasure. The air grows thick with tension as Supratim escalates his advances. The wet sounds of aggressive kissing fill the room, punctuated by Anita’s muffled whimpers.

“Mmph... Supratim, wait...” Anita gasps between kisses, her protest weak and unconvincing.

Arijit hears the soft slap of skin on skin as Supratim's large hands find Anita's bare breasts, kneading roughly. Her sharp intake of breath is followed by a low, involuntary moan. The sound sends a jolt of electricity through his body, his cock twitching traitorously in response.

“Keep stroking,” Supratim commands huskily. “Feel how much bigger I am than your pathetic husband.”

The rhythmic sound of Anita’s hand on Supratim’s shaft continues, growing faster despite her feeble objections.

“We shouldn’t... oh god,” Anita moans, her resistance crumbling with each passing second. “Your hands... they’re so...”

From his hidden vantage point, Arijit catches glimpses of their entangled forms. The sight of Supratim's large hands mauling Anita's naked breasts, her smaller hand wrapped around his impressive girth – it's all seared into Arijit's mind.

He sees Supratim's head dip down, followed by Anita's sharp gasp, “Ohhhhhhh… …mmmmmm!!!” The wet sounds of his mouth on her nipples reach Arijit's ears, along with her stifled moans.

“Supratim, please,” Anita whimpers, but whether she’s begging him to stop or continue is unclear even to her.

Arijit's own arousal builds to a fever pitch, shame and excitement warring within him. The realization that he's becoming aroused by his own humiliation, by watching his topless fiancé succumb to another man, is both disturbing and intoxicating.

He wants to look away, to stop this before it goes too far. But Arijit finds himself paralyzed, captivated by the scene unfolding before him. Each moan, each wet sound of Supratim's mouth on Anita's breasts, each whispered command from him – it all serves to deepen Arijit's descent into the unknown. The soft whimpers of pleasure escaping Anita's lips, so different from any sound she's made with him, pierce Arijit's heart. Yet they also send jolts of twisted excitement straight to his groin. He watches, mesmerized, as Supratim's large hands roam Anita's body with confident possessiveness, claiming territory that was once Arijit's alone.

Supratim’s reaction to Anita’s growing submission is palpable, his confidence and dominance radiating through every action and word.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice thick with lust and triumph. “You’re finally giving in to what you really want.”

Arijit hears the wet sounds of Supratim's mouth leaving Anita's breast, followed by a sharp gasp from his fiance as Supratim roughly pinches her nipple. “Look at you,” Supratim taunts, “Arijit’s faithful fiance, stroking another man’s cock. And loving every second of it.”

His words are punctuated by the sound of skin on skin – his hand guiding Anita’s movements on his shaft, urging her to stroke faster.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demands. “Tell me how much bigger I am than your husband.”

Anita whimpers, caught between shame and arousal. “I... I can’t...”

“You can, and you will,” Supratim insists, his voice low and commanding. “Say it!”

From his vantage point, Arijit sees Supratim's large hand wrap around Anita's throat, not choking but asserting his dominance. Anita's eyes widen, a mix of fear and excitement visible even in the dim light.

“You’re... you’re bigger,” she finally admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “So much bigger...”

Supratim’s laugh is dark and triumphant. “And what does that make Arijit?”

A moment of silence follows, broken only by Anita’s ragged breathing. Then, so quietly you almost miss it:

“Inadequate,” Anita whispers, and Ariijt feels his world shattering before him.

Supratim’s reaction is immediate and intense. He pulls Anita closer, his hands roaming her body possessively. “That’s right,” he growls. “And now you’re mine to do with as I please.”

The sound of more aggressive kissing fills the air, mixed with Anita’s muffled moans. Arijit's heart races as he listens, his imagination filling in the gaps with torturous detail. He pictures Supratim's large hands gripping Anita's hips, pulling her flush against his hairy, muscular body.

As the passionate kissing continues, Arijit hears the soft thud of Anita's back hitting the wall. Supratim's voice, thick with lust, cuts through the heavy breathing:

"On your knees, Anita. Show me how much you appreciate a real man's cock."

"What? No!" Anita gasps, her tone a mix of shock and indignation. "I can't do that. It's too far!"

Arijit hears the rustle of movement, imagining Supratim pulling Anita closer. "Come on, baby. You've already crossed the line. What's one more step?"

The tension in the room is palpable as Arijit strains to hear Anita's response. His own body betrays him, arousal warring with shame as he awaits his fiance's decision.

[Deepak Sanjeev]

Really super

[Givemeextra]

“You’re... you’re bigger,” she finally admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “So much bigger...”
Supratim’s laugh is dark and triumphant. “And what does that make Arijit?”

A moment of silence follows, broken only by Anita’s ragged breathing. Then, so quietly you almost miss it:
“Inadequate,” Anita whispers, and Ariijt feels his world shattering before him.

Bloody Hell, that 1 danger word that no man wants to hear or experience.

 - All downside now for our MAN. This what really happens to FREE MINDED men that let their women meat their old flame's.
Better he not marry and carry on [but must expose his fiance's actions to everyone]

[vishuvanathan]

They are not married. They can cancel the engagement any time. Interesting.

[Gopal Ratnam]

Awesome