Adultery My fiancé climbs the corporate ladder

[incest_cuck]

"Please, Supratim," Anita pleads. "I'm not that kind of woman. I've never even done that for Arijit."

Arijit hears the soft thud of Supratim's hand against the wall, caging Anita in. His breath catches in his throat, anticipation and dread warring within him. "That's because Arijit doesn't deserve it. But I do.", Supratim chuckles darkly. "Just a kiss.”, he continues to coax her, "One little kiss on the tip. Then we'll stop if you want."

Anita's breathing is heavy, uncertain. "I... I don't know..."

"Think about how it felt in your hand," Supratim continues. "Don't you want to taste it?"

A moment of silence follows, broken only by Anita's shaky exhale. Then, the soft sound of her knees hitting the floor reaches your ears. Arijit's cock throbs painfully in his pants. The sounds coming from Supratim's office should disgust him, but instead, they send jolts of shameful arousal through his body.

"That's it," Supratim encourages. "Just a little closer."

Arijit strains to see more, his heart pounding. The dim light offers tantalizing glimpses - Anita's bare breasts, Supratim's imposing figure looming over her. Arijit’s eyes dart frantically, trying to piece together the scene through the narrow slats of the blinds. A flash of brown skin here, the outline of Supratim's broad shoulders there. He catches sight of Anita's dark-brown nipples, hard and peaked in the cool air of the office. Arijit's imagination fills in the gaps, painting a vivid picture that's equal parts arousing and agonizing.

"Oh god," Anita whimpers. "It's so... big."

"Kiss it," Supratim commands softly. "Show me how much you want it."

A moment of tense silence follows. Then, the wet sound of lips on flesh. Anita's muffled gasp. Supratim's low groan of satisfaction.

Arijit's world starts spinning. His fiance, his Anita, is kissing another man's cock. And he's hiding in the shadows, more aroused than he's ever been in his life!

The wet sounds of Anita's lips and tongue on Supratim's shaft reach Arijit's ears, each noise sending a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. His cock strains painfully against his pants, demanding attention even as his mind reels from the implications.

"Fuck," Supratim's deep voice groans. "That's it, baby. Worship my cock."

Arijit's breath comes in short, silent gasps as he listens to Anita's muffled moans. He can almost see her, eyes closed in concentration as she lavishes attention on Supratim's impressive member. The image should repulse him, but instead, it fuels his twisted arousal. A particularly loud slurp followed by Anita's gasp for air makes Arijit's knees weak. He leans against the wall for support, his hand unconsciously moving to palm his throbbing erection through his pants.

Shame and excitement war within him, each feeding the other in a dizzying spiral. Arijit knows he should be disgusted, should burst in and stop this. But he remains rooted to the spot, captivated by the sounds of his fiance’s infidelity and his own unexpected response to it.

Gradually, the room fills with the soft, wet sounds of Anita's increasingly confident oral ministrations on Supratim's impressive manhood. Her initial reluctance melts away, replaced by a familiar rhythm.

"Good girl!" Supratim encourages, his voice thick with desire. "You haven't forgotten a thing, have you?"

“Mmmmphhhh…”, Anita's muffled moan is followed by a deep groan from Supratim. "Fuck, yes. Just like old times.", he groans.

From his hidden vantage point, Arijit catches glimpses of the unthinkable scene unfolding. His fiance, on her knees, her lips wrapped around another man's cock with practiced ease. The sight sends a jolt of confusing arousal through him, mingled with bitter betrayal. He remembers all the times Anita refused to do this for him. "I've never done it before," she'd say. "It's too humiliating." Yet here she is, expertly pleasuring Supratim as if no time has passed since their college dating days.

Arijit could hear Supratim's large hand tangles in Anita's hair, guiding her movements. "Fuck, you're still so good at this," he growls, his voice thick with pleasure. "Always knew you were a natural cocksucker. Take it deeper, like you used to."

The wet sounds grow louder, more rhythmic. Arijit imagines Anita bobbing her head, taking more of Supratim into her mouth with the skill of years of practice. The thought should disgust him, but instead, his cock throbs painfully in his pants.

“Your fiance has no idea what he’s missing, does he?”, Supratim praises.

Anita's response is muffled, but the implication is clear. This is a pleasure she's always denied her fiance, which apparently is reserved only for Supratim. Arijit feels a surge of humiliation. The realization hits him like a physical blow - how many times did she lie to him, claiming inexperience, when she was an expert all along?

"That's it, take it all," Supratim groans. "Show me you haven't forgotten our special technique."

Anita's muffled moans grow more frequent, interspersed with gasps for air. Arijit can almost see her eyes watering, mascara running down her cheeks as she pushes herself to take Supratim deeper. The wet sounds intensify, growing sloppier and more desperate.

"That's it, baby," Supratim encourages, his voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you've missed my cock."

Arijit's imagination runs wild, conjuring images of Anita's lips stretched wide, her throat working to accommodate Supratim's impressive girth. The sounds of their illicit encounter echo in his ears, each noise a dagger to his heart and a spark to his twisted arousal.

Supratim's demeanor gradually shifts, his encouragement turning more aggressive. "Come on, Anita. You used to take it all. Show me you still can." Arijit hears her gag, followed by a wet, sputtering sound. His stomach churns at the forceful tone, a mix of concern and twisted arousal warring within him. He strains to see through the blinds, catching only glimpses of Supratim's large hand tangled in Anita's hair, pushing her head down insistently.

The sounds of Anita's struggle reach Arijit's ears - choked gags and desperate gasps for air, accompanied by Supratim’s grunts of pleasure.

"That's it," Supratim growls. "Push past that gag reflex. You remember how."

From his hidden spot, Arijit continues to see glimpses of the depraved scene. Anita's head bobbing frantically, Supratim's hips thrusting forward. The sight sends a confusing mix of arousal and anguish through him.

"Ngh... Supratim, I can't—" Anita's protest is cut off as Supratim pushes deeper.

"Yes, you can," he insists. "Spit on it. Get it nice and wet."

The sound of Anita spitting reaches her fiance’s ears, followed by more gagging. Arijit’s cock throbs painfully, as he imagines the saliva dripping down Supratim's shaft and Anita’s lips stretched wide around his girth.

"Fuck, that's it," Supratim moans. "All the way down."

Anita's muffled whimper is followed by the wet sounds of her throat working around Supratim's length.

"Good girl," Supratim praises. "You haven't lost your touch at all."

Anita pulls back, gasping for air. "Please, Supratim... it's too much..."

But her feeble protest is ignored as Supratim guides her back down. "Just a little more, baby. You can do it."

The room fills with the obscene sounds of Anita's struggle - gagging, slurping, desperate gasps for air. And through it all, Supratim's encouraging groans.

After about 15 minutes of this, Supratim's grip on Anita's hair loosens as his breathing grows ragged. "Fuck, Anita... you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up."

He gently eases her off his throbbing member, allowing her to catch her breath. Anita gasps, a mixture of relief and arousal evident in her voice.

"That was incredible," Supratim praises, his tone husky with desire. "You haven't lost your touch at all. In fact, I think you've gotten even better."

Anita's voice is hoarse as she asks, "Is... is that enough?"

Supratim laughs, a deep, rich sound that sends shivers down your spine, Arijit. "Oh, baby. We're just getting started."

From Arijit’s hidden vantage point, he could see Supratim help Anita to her feet. His heart began racing, a confusing mix of jealousy, arousal, and curiosity coursing through his veins.

Supratim's next words send a shiver down Arijit’s spine. "You know, there's something else we used to do back in college. Something special. I think it's time we revisited that, don't you?"

Anita's sharp intake of breath is audible even from where her fiance is hiding. "No, Supratim. Not that. You know I hated doing that, even back then."

"Come on, baby.", her boss coaxes, his voice low and persuasive. "You were so good at it. And I know deep down, you loved it too."

"I said no," Anita insists, but there's a tremor in her voice that suggests her resolve is wavering.

Arijit's curiosity is piqued. What could this 'special thing' be that Anita hated so much? And why does part of him desperately want to see it happen? His mind races with possibilities, each more depraved than the last. The shame of his own arousal mingles with an insatiable need to know, to witness every sordid detail of his fiancée's infidelity. Arijit's cock throbs painfully in his pants, a physical manifestation of his conflicted desires.

"Please, Anita," Supratim persists. "For old times' sake. I promise you'll enjoy it this time."

There's a moment of tense silence. You strain to see more, your heart pounding in your chest. What will Anita do? What is this mysterious act that has her so conflicted?

There's a moment of tense silence. Arijit strains to see more, his heart pounding in his chest. What will Anita do? What is this mysterious act that has her so conflicted?

[incest_cuck]

Not much interest in this story, I guess.

[baddu]

Excellent story.  Please give big updates

[Tarun_Vjv]

It’s good so far. Keep going bro.

[incest_cuck]

Supratim moves to a nearby desk, his muscular form rippling as he lays back and lifts his legs, exposing his hairy posterior. "Come on, Anita," he says, his voice thick with lust. "You know what to do. Just like you used to."

Anita's sharp intake of breath is audible even from your hiding spot, Arijit. "Supratim, no... I can't. You know I hated doing that."

"But you did it anyway," Supratim counters, a smirk in his voice. "And you were so good at it."

Arijit's mind reels. Can it be true? His sweet, innocent Anita? His breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he struggles to reconcile this new information with the woman he thought he knew. He recalls Anita's shy smiles, her demure behavior in the bedroom. Was it all an act? How many other dark secrets has she been hiding? Despite those questions lingering in his mind, the thought of her performing such a depraved act sends a confusing mix of revulsion and arousal through him.

"Please, Supratim," Anita pleads. "Don't make me do this. It's... it's disgusting."

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it," Supratim insists. "Remember how hard it made me? How I'd fuck you after?"

Arijit feels sick, imagining his fiance's tongue in such an intimate, filthy place. But his treacherous body responds, his cock throbbing painfully.

"I... I never liked it," Anita protests weakly. "I only did it because you asked."

"Then do it for me now," Supratim demands. "Show me you still know how to please me."

Arijit's head spins. The image of his fiance, his Anita, debasing herself like this... it's too much. Yet he can't look away, can't stop listening.

"Supratim, please..." Anita's voice is barely a whisper.

"Now, Anita," Supratim commands. "Get that talented tongue of yours to work."

With trembling hands and a look of resignation, Anita approaches Supratim's exposed form. "I... I can't believe I'm doing this again," she whispers, her voice quavering.

Supratim's grin is wolfish as he spreads his legs wider. "That's it, baby. You remember how."

Through the narrow gap in the blinds, he catches glimpses of the obscene tableau. He watches, transfixed, as Anita kneels between Supratim's legs, her face inches from his hairy ass. His stomach churns with revulsion, yet his cock throbs traitorously. The image is astonishing! Supratim's muscular body sprawled on the table, his legs spread wide and lifted. Anita's delicate shoulders, her head tilted up as she gazes at Supratim's exposed posterior. The vulnerability of Supratim's position contrasts sharply with the power he still seems to exude.

A bead of sweat trickles down Arijit's temple as he strains to see more. His breath continues in short, silent gasps, his heart pounding so loudly he fears they'll hear it through the door.

"That's it, baby," Supratim's deep voice encourages. "Show me how much you've missed this view."

He watches, helpless, as Anita leans in closer. Her hands come up to grip Supratim's muscular thighs, steadying herself as she moves her face towards his exposed ass.

Her tongue darts out, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as she laps at Supratim's puckered hole. Arijit watches in horrified fascination as Anita's pink tongue navigates the coarse hair surrounding Supratim's intimate area. She starts with small, hesitant licks, her face flushing as she works around the dark, wiry curls.

Supratim groans deeply, encouraging her. "That's it, baby. Keep going."

Emboldened, Anita's licks become longer, more purposeful. Her tongue flattens, dragging slowly across the sensitive flesh, parting the hair as she goes. Arijit can see her jaw working as she varies her technique - quick flicks followed by broad, wet strokes. Supratim's hips begin to move, grinding subtly against Anita's face. His hands tighten on his thighs, pulling his legs wider apart. Anita responds eagerly, her tongue probing more insistently at his entrance, pushing past the ring of hair.

The wet, obscene sounds of her ministrations reach Arijit's ears, each slurp and moan sending shockwaves of revulsion and unwanted arousal through his body. He can see Anita's head moving rhythmically, her face buried between Supratim's ass cheeks as she works her tongue with evident skill and enthusiasm. Arijit's stomach churns even as his cock throbs painfully in his pants. The sight of his fiance performing such a depraved act is simultaneously repulsive and mesmerizing. He wants to look away, but finds himself captivated by every lewd detail - the sheen of saliva on Anita's chin, the way Supratim's hole clenches and relaxes under her attention, the look of ecstasy on Supratim's face.

"Fuck yes," Supratim groans, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "That's it, Anita. Get that tongue in deep."

“Mmmphhh…”, Anita's muffled whimpers mix with the obscene slurping sounds as she works her tongue deeper into Supratim's hairy ass. Arijit watches, mesmerized, as her head bobs between Supratim's muscular thighs. Her hands grip his flesh, fingers digging in as she pushes her face closer, desperate to please.

Supratim's cock twitches and leaks precum onto his stomach, a clear sign of his arousal. The thick shaft pulses with each probe of Anita's tongue, a string of sticky fluid connecting the tip to the pool forming on his abs. The wet sounds grow louder, more insistent. Anita's nose is pressed against Supratim's taint, her chin slick with saliva. She moans softly, the vibrations clearly felt by Supratim, who bucks his hips in response.

"Fuck, Anita, yes!" Supratim cries out. "Just like that!"

Anita responds to Supratim's demands with renewed vigor. Her tongue stiffens, probing insistently at his puckered hole. With a muffled moan, she breaches his tight ring, tongue delving inside. She begins to thrust, fucking Supratim's ass with her tongue as he groans in ecstasy. Saliva dribbles down her chin as she works, lost in the depraved act. Her head bobs rhythmically, nose pressed against his taint with each forward push.
The obscene, wet sounds of her rimming fill the room, punctuated by Supratim's grunts and Anita's muffled moans. She alternates between deep thrusts and broad licks across his sensitive hole, her technique honed from past experience.

Arijit starts shaking, disgust and arousal warring within him. The sight of his fiance's face buried in another man's ass, her tongue eagerly working his most intimate area, is both repulsive and intensely erotic.

Supratim's moans grow louder, more frantic. "Oh fuck, I'm close. Don't stop, Anita. Don't you dare fucking stop!"

Anita continues her degrading act, her face contorted in disgust even as her tongue probes deeper. Supratim's aggression mounts, his hands roughly gripping her hair.

"That's it," he snarls. "Do it like the dirty girl you are." Supratim's hips buck violently, practically smothering Anita. "Deeper! Show me how much you love it!"

Anita's head bobs rapidly, her tongue fucking in and out of Supratim's hole with increasing speed. Streams of saliva dribble down her chin, soaking Supratim's ass and dripping onto the floor below.

Supratim's cock throbs and leaks, a steady stream of precum now pooling on his stomach. His balls draw up tight against his body, a clear sign of his impending climax. He grinds his ass against Anita's face, practically riding her tongue as she works him closer to the edge.

Anita's own arousal is evident in the flush of her skin and the way her hips grind subtly against nothing. She's lost in the act, her world narrowed down to the taste and feel of Supratim's most intimate area. Her tongue swirls and probes, exploring every ridge and fold inside him.

"Look at you, so eager to please," Supratim taunts. "What would your fiance think if he could see you now?"

Arijit's fists clench as shame and anger war within him. But still, he watches, his own arousal an unrelenting torment. His nails dig painfully into his palms, the physical discomfort doing little to distract from the emotional turmoil raging inside. Arijit's jaw clenches, teeth grinding as he struggles to process the scene before him. Anger bubbles up - at Anita for her betrayal, at her boss for taking what isn't his, at himself for his body's traitorous response. The shame is overwhelming, threatening to consume him. How can he be aroused by this? What kind of man gets turned on watching his fiance with another? Yet despite the conflict tearing him apart, Arijit can't look away. His eyes remain fixed on the lewd tableau, drinking in every detail. His breathing is ragged, pulse racing as he battles his warring emotions.

Supratim's groans of pleasure grow more intense as Anita continues her degrading act. Suddenly, he grips her hair tightly, pulling her face away from his posterior.

"That's enough of that," he pants, his eyes dark with lust. "Now it's time for you to use that talented mouth of yours somewhere else."

Anita gasps for air, her face flushed and tear-stained. Arijit could see the relief in her eyes at being freed from her previous task, but it's quickly replaced by apprehension as she realizes what's coming next.

Supratim shifts his position, his manhood now inches from Anita's face. "You know what to do," he commands, his voice husky with desire.

Arijit feels a surge of hope as his fiance hesitates, her eyes darting between Supratim's expectant face and his throbbing member. A glimmer of the woman he thought he knew shines through, and for a moment Arijit dares to believe this madness might end.

The moment stretches, taut with tension. Arijit's fists clench and unclench at his sides as he waits. Will this be it? Will Anita finally refuse? Will she put an end to this depraved encounter and return to being the woman he married?

But Arijit's hope is short-lived. With a resigned sigh, Anita leans forward, her lips parting to accept Supratim into her mouth. His heart sinks, a leaden weight settling in his gut as he watches his fiance surrender to her baser desires. The brief flicker of the woman he thought he knew is extinguished, replaced by this wanton creature before him.

Anita's pink tongue darts out, licking a long stripe up Supratim's shaft before her lips close around the swollen head. Arijit can see her cheeks hollow as she sucks, her eyes fluttering closed in apparent bliss.

Supratim groans deeply, his hand coming to rest on the back of Anita's head. "That's it, baby," he encourages. "Take it all."

Arijit watches in horrified fascination as Anita complies, her head bobbing lower. Inch by inch, Supratim's thick cock disappears into her eager mouth. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking fill the room, punctuated by Supratim's grunts of pleasure, “Ohhhhhh….. Unghhh!!!”. His fingers tangle in her hair, guiding her movements with increasing urgency.

"God, I've missed that mouth," Supratim pants, his hips bucking upwards.

Anita gags slightly as Supratim's thick shaft hits the back of her throat, but she doesn't stop. Her fingers dig into his muscular thighs, steadying herself as she pushes further. Tears gather in the corners of her eyes, but her expression remains one of determination and lust. She pulls back slightly, only to dive down again, her lips stretched wide around Supratim's girth. Her tongue works the underside of his cock as she bobs her head, applying suction with practiced skill.

“Mmmmm….aargghhhhhh!!”, Supratim's groans of pleasure echo in the room, spurring Anita to redouble her efforts.

Despair washes over Arijit, mingled with a potent cocktail of anger, shame, and persistent, unwanted arousal. His fiance - his Anita - is gone, replaced by this cock-hungry slut servicing another man. Yet his treacherous body still responds, his own erection throbbing painfully in his pants as he watches the depraved scene unfold.

Supratim's pleasure intensifies visibly. "Fuck, Anita, just like that. Don't stop."

Arijit notices a subtle shift in Anita's demeanor. Her movements become smoother, more confident. The tension in her shoulders begins to ease as she falls into a familiar rhythm.

"God, you're amazing," Supratim pants, his fingers tangling in Anita's hair. "No one does it like you do."

A small, involuntary moan escapes Anita's throat. "Mmmmph," she hums around Supratim's thick shaft.

Arijit's heart clenches as he realizes she's starting to respond to Supratim's praise. His fiance's resolve is crumbling before his eyes, her initial hesitation melting away.

"You love this, don't you?" Supratim says, his voice husky with lust. "You've missed the taste of me."

Anita's pace quickens slightly, her hands now caressing Supratim's muscular thighs. Her fingers trace patterns on his skin, relearning the contours of his body.

"Mmmm... mmhmm," Anita moans, the sound muffled by Supratim's cock but unmistakably affirmative.

"That's my girl," Supratim encourages, his hips bucking slightly. "Show me how much you've wanted this."

Her eyes flutter closed, losing herself in the act. Arijit watches in stunned silence as his fiance surrenders completely to her desires. The wet, obscene sounds of her enthusiastic sucking fill the room, punctuated by her increasingly vocal moans of pleasure.

Another moan from Anita, louder this time. "Mmmphh... ohh..." She pulls off for a moment, gasping wetly before diving back down.

Her eyes flutter closed, losing herself in the act. Arijit watches in stunned silence as his fiance surrenders completely to her desires. The wet, obscene sounds of her enthusiastic sucking fill the room, punctuated by her increasingly vocal moans of pleasure.

"Ohh... mmm... slurp... gag," Anita mumbles between strokes, her vocalizations growing more desperate and eager.

Supratim's groans of pleasure mix with Anita's muffled exclamations, creating a lewd symphony that tears at Arijit's heart. He can see the blissful expression on Anita's face, the way she worships Supratim's cock with lips, tongue, and throat.

"Gluk... gag... mmmph," Anita gurgles, coming up for air before plunging back down.

Arijit is paralyzed, watching his fiance slowly succumb to Supratim's influence. Her walls aren't completely down, but they're weakening with each passing moment. The poor man's eyes dart between Anita's flushed face and Supratim's expression of smug satisfaction. He can see the change happening in real-time - the last of Anita's hesitation melting away, replaced by growing enthusiasm.

[thepardesi]

Would be eager to know how Arijit reacts after she comes home doing all the acts. Would he accept her ?

[incest_cuck]

Supratim gently tugs Anita's hair, signalling her to stop. "Mmm, that's enough for now. Stand up, let me look at you." He remains seated on the table, chest heaving as he catches his breath.
 
Anita rises unsteadily, her legs trembling. As the haze of arousal begins to clear, a wave of shame washes over her. She wraps her arms around her bare torso, averting his gaze.
 
Arijit is struck by her appearance. Anita's hair is a wild tangle, makeup smeared across her flushed face. Dark streaks of mascara run down her cheeks, mingling with the glistening traces of her previous activities. He stares, transfixed by the sight of his fiance in such a debauched state. Her lips are swollen and red, still wet from Supratim's cock. Saliva and precum glisten on her chin, trailing down her neck.
 
"Hey now, don't hide from me," Supratim coos, his voice gentle despite his labored breathing. "You're absolutely stunning like this."
 
Anita's lower lip quivers, tears welling in her eyes as the full weight of her actions hits her. "I... I shouldn't have..." she whispers.
 
"Shh, it's okay," Supratim soothes, reaching out to caress her arm. "You did beautifully. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
 
Arijit watches as Supratim consoles his fiance. A confusing mix of emotions churns within him - disgust at the intimate scene before him, arousal at Anita's disheveled state, and a twinge of jealousy at Supratim's tender words. His stomach twists as he sees her boss gently brush a strand of hair from his fiance’s face, his touch lingering on her cheek. The tenderness of the gesture feels like a punch to Arijit's gut, a stark contrast to the rough treatment he witnessed earlier.
 
Supratim's eyes roam hungrily over Anita's form, his breath steadying. "You look incredible," he murmurs, "but I want to see all of you. Take off your pants."
 
Anita's eyes widen, her arms tightening around herself. "Supratim, no... we shouldn't go any further," she pleads, her voice trembling.
 
"Come on, Anita," he coaxes, his tone a mix of gentleness and desire. "We've already come this far. Why stop now?"
 
Arijit watches as his fiance shakes her head, taking a small step back. "This was a mistake. We need to stop," she insists, though her voice lacks conviction.
 
Supratim leans forward, his hand reaching out to caress her hip. "Don't overthink it. You want this as much as I do. I can see it in your eyes."
 
"Please," Anita whispers, her resolve visibly weakening. "We can't..."
 
"We can," Supratim counters, his fingers toying with the waistband of her pants. "Just let go, Anita. Let me make you feel good."
 
Arijit sees the conflict in Anita's eyes. Her body trembles, caught between desire and guilt. Supratim's persistence is wearing down her resistance, and Arijit can tell she's on the verge of giving in.
 
Supratim's fingers trace along her waistband while Anita’s breath comes in short, shaky gasps.
 
"I... we shouldn't..." she whispers, but her hips unconsciously lean into his touch.
 
Supratim's voice drops low, seductive. "Just relax, Anita. Let me take care of you."
 
His hands move to the button of her pants, slowly unfastening it. Anita's eyes flutter closed, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
 
"That's it," Supratim encourages. "You know you want this."
 
Arijit watches, transfixed, as Supratim begins to ease Anita's zipper down. Her resistance crumbles further with each passing second, the sound of the descending zipper echoing loudly in the tension-filled room. Anita's breath catches audibly as cool air hits her newly exposed skin. Her eyes flutter closed, a mix of anticipation and lingering guilt evident on her flushed face. Her hands, which had been hesitantly pushing at Supratim's chest, now fall limply to her sides.
 
"Supratim, please..." she breathes, but it's unclear if she's begging him to stop or continue.
 
Her boss’s fingers hook into her waistband, starting to slide her pants down over her hips. Anita trembles, torn between pushing his hands away or helping him.  
 
Anita whimpers softly, her hands fluttering uncertainly between covering herself and assisting Supratim. "We really shouldn't..." she protests weakly, even as she steps out of her fallen pants.
 
Arijit's eyes are drawn to the modest silk panties hugging Anita's curves. The sight of his fiance in such an intimate state of undress sends a jolt of electricity through his body.
 
Supratim's hands roam appreciatively over Anita's exposed skin. "Gosh, you're perfect," he growls. His fingers toy with the waistband of her panties, threatening to remove this final barrier.
 
Arijit feels his own arousal peaking. His hand unconsciously moves towards his groin, the urge to touch himself becoming nearly irresistible. The sight of his fiance being slowly undressed by another man is both horrifying and intensely erotic.
 
Supratim begins to ease Anita's panties down, revealing more of her soft skin. "Let go, Anita," he murmurs. "Give in to what you really want." His fingers hook into Anita's silk panties, slowly dragging them down. Her  soft gasp echoes in the room as more of her intimate flesh is revealed. Arijit watches, transfixed, as Anita's most private area comes into view.  A neatly trimmed thatch of dark, curly hair covers her mound, trailing down between her thighs. The carefully maintained triangle is a familiar sight to Arijit, yet it seems different now under Supratim's hungry gaze. The short, tidy curls accentuate the curves of Anita's pubic mound, drawing the eye downward. Arijit can see how the trim job emphasizes the plump outer lips of her pussy, now glistening with arousal.
 
"That's it," Supratim purrs, drinking in the sight of Anita's exposed body. "You're breathtaking."
 
Anita trembles, caught between shame and desire. Her eyes are squeezed shut, as if refusing to acknowledge her own arousal.
 
Supratim's hands roam freely over Anita's body now, eliciting small, involuntary moans from her. "I knew you wanted this," he murmurs, pulling her closer.
 
Arijit's internal struggle intensifies as he watches Supratim's hands roam over Anita's naked form. His fingers tremble as they move to his zipper, guilt and arousal warring within him.
 
Supratim towers over Anita, his imposing height emphasizing her vulnerability. His mouth traces a path along her neck as his hands explore every curve. "Perfect," he murmurs against her skin. "Absolutely perfect." Anita keeps her eyes tightly shut, her body betraying her with small shivers of pleasure. Shame colors her cheeks even as a soft moan escapes her lips.
 
Arijit frees his erection, his smaller 5.5-inch size a stark contrast to Supratim's impressive (what looks like) 8-inch penis. Self-loathing mingles with his arousal as he begins to stroke himself, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene before him.  
 
Supratim's hands cup Anita's breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. "Open your eyes," he commands softly. "Look at me, Anita." Anita's eyes flutter open hesitantly, meeting Supratim's intense gaze. Her olive skin flushes deeper as she takes in their position - his imposing form looming over her exposed body.
 
"That's it," Supratim murmurs approvingly, one hand cupping her face while the other continues to explore. "You're fuckin' exquisite." Anita bites her lip, torn between her natural shyness and the growing heat in her core. A soft whimper escapes as Supratim's hand slides lower, over her taut stomach to her neatly trimmed mound.
 
"Mmm, you got such a pretty little cunt," he says, his fingers parting her slick folds. "So wet for me already. You want my big cock inside you, don't you?" Anita whimpers, her hips bucking against his hand.
 
Arijit’s fingers tighten around his shaft, his hand moving faster as he watches his fiance submit to another man. A bead of precum forms at the tip as he runs his thumb over the sensitive head. He spreads the moisture down his shaft, his strokes becoming smoother, faster. The lewd sound of skin on skin mingles with the moans and grunts from the couple before him.
 
Supratim's mouth claims Anita's in a searing kiss. His lips crash against hers, demanding and possessive. For a moment, Anita stiffens, her last shred of resistance flickering briefly. But then, as if a dam has broken, she begins to respond. Her lips part, allowing Supratim's tongue to plunge into her mouth. A muffled moan escapes her as their tongues intertwine, dancing in a frenzied rhythm. His tongue was mimicking the movements his cock will soon make. Anita's hips begin to grind against Supratim's fingers, seeking friction. Their bodies meld together as the kiss continues, hot and hungry. When they finally break apart, both are panting heavily, their eyes dark with lust.

Arijit continues to watch, his hand moving mechanically as conflicting emotions churn within him. The sight of his wife's pleasure at another man's hands both repulses and arouses him.

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Supratim's fingers become more insistent, drawing a reluctant moan from Anita. "Ohhh... god..." she whimpers, her hips beginning to move of their own accord, seeking more contact.

Encouraged by her whimpers and moans, Supratik’s fingers continue their expert exploration, eliciting increasingly passionate responses from his employee and his former college date. Her olive skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat as she writhes under his ministrations. "Mmm... ah... fuck..." she pants, her voice breathy and high-pitched.

"That's it," Supratim murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "Let yourself feel good, Anita. You deserve this."

Anita's breath comes in short, sharp gasps. “Fuck... fuck... fuck..." she chants, her voice rising in pitch and volume. Her eyes flutter open, meeting Supratim's intense gaze. The raw desire she sees there sends a shiver down her spine. "Ah! Ah! Ah!", she cries out, her body trembling, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. The pressure builds within her, a tidal wave threatening to break at any moment.

Arijit watches, transfixed, as his fiance teeters on the edge of ecstasy. His own hand moves faster, matching the rhythm of Supratim's fingers. The guilt and shame swirling in his gut only seem to heighten his arousal. The lewd sounds fill the room – his fiance’s moans, the wet noises of her boss’s fingers - echo in Arijit's ears. His own ministrations seem pathetic in comparison, yet he can't bring himself to stop.

Supratim leans in, his lips brushing against Anita's ear. "Cum for me," he commands softly. "Let go, Anita. Show me how much you want this." Anita's resolve crumbles entirely. With a cry that's equal parts pleasure and anguish, she surrenders to the sensations. Her body arches, trembling violently as waves of pleasure crash over her. Supratim holds her close, murmuring words of praise as he guides her through her climax. His free hand roams possessively over her quivering form, as if staking his claim.

As Anita's cries of pleasure fill the room, Arijit feels his own release building. The sight of his fiancé coming undone at another man's touch pushes him dangerously close to the edge. His hand moves faster, his grip tightening as he strokes himself furiously. His breath comes in short, sharp pants, his chest heaving with each labored inhale. Sweat beads on his brow, trickling down his temples as the tension in his body builds to a fever pitch.

Anita naked body collapses onto the cabin floor, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. Her olive skin glistens with sweat, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release. She lies there, vulnerable and exposed, as the reality of what just transpired begins to sink in. Supratim towers over her prone form, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he surveys his handiwork. He brings his fingers to his mouth, savoring the taste of his employee’s arousal with a low, appreciative groan.

"Delicious," he purrs, his eyes never leaving Anita's flushed face. "I knew you'd taste divine."

Anita's cheeks burn with shame, but she can't bring herself to look away from Supratim's intense gaze. Her body still hums with residual pleasure, betraying her attempts to regain composure.

Arijit forces himself to slow his strokes, not wanting to reach his peak too soon. The sight of his fiancé sprawled out on the floor, thoroughly pleasured by another man, sends conflicting waves of arousal and anguish through him. His eyes remain fixed on her flushed form, drinking in every detail of her post-orgasmic bliss. The sheen of sweat on her skin, the rise and fall of her breasts as she pants, the way her thighs tremble - it all sears itself into his memory, arousing and agonizing in equal measure. His hand moves at a torturous pace now, fingers loosely gripping his shaft as he fights against the urge to just let go. His breath comes in shaky gasps, his chest heaving with each labored inhale as he struggles to maintain control.

Supratim kneels beside Anita, his hand trailing lazily along her trembling form. "We're far from done, my dear," he murmurs, his voice thick with promise and threat. "I intend to explore every inch of you before this night is through." He then gently slides his arms beneath her trembling form, lifting her effortlessly from the cabin floor. His towering frame dwarfs her as he cradles her against his chest, her olive skin a stark contrast to his hairy chest.

"There we go," he murmurs soothingly, carrying her to the large mahogany desk. "Let's get you more comfortable." He sets Anita down on the cool surface, his hands lingering on her skin. She shivers, whether from the temperature or his touch remains unclear.

"Shh, it's alright," Supratim coos, his fingers tracing patterns on her thigh. "This is exactly where you're meant to be, Anita. You know that, don't you?"

Anita's eyes flutter, conflict evident in her gaze. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Supratim leans in, his lips brushing her ear. "Your body knows. It's been craving this, craving me. There's no shame in admitting it."

His hand slides up her body, cupping her breast. Anita's back arches involuntarily at the touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"See?" Supratim smirks. "You want this. It's right, it's natural. Just let yourself feel good."

Arijit continues to stroke himself slowly, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. The sight of his fiancé nude and spread out on her boss’s desk, her body responding to his touch, sends jolts of arousal through him despite the ache in his chest.

Supratim reaches into his desk drawer, retrieving a foil packet. Anita's eyes widen as realization dawns.

"No, we can't," she protests weakly, attempting to sit up. "This is too far."

Supratim places a firm hand on her shoulder, gently but insistently keeping her in place. "Anita, darling," he purrs, his voice a blend of charm and authority. "We both know this is what you truly want. Why deny yourself?"

Anita shakes her head, her eyes replete with guilt. "But Arijit... I can't do this to him.", she says.

"You've already given me so much," Supratim counters smoothly. "Why stop now? Let yourself have this, Anita. Let me make you feel things he never could."

His fingers trace patterns on her skin as he speaks, eliciting involuntary shivers. Anita bites her lip, her resolve visibly wavering.

"I..." she begins, her voice trembling.

"Shh," Supratim soothes, leaning in close. "Just say yes, baby. Say yes, and I'll give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

Arijit watches, breath caught in his throat, as Anita teeters on the precipice of a decision that will change everything. Will she give in to her boss’s seduction? Or will she find the strength to resist? His hand rests on his cock, frozen in anticipation. His eyes remain locked on his fiance’s face, searching for any sign of what she might do. The tension in the room is palpable, thick enough to choke on.

Supratim's hands continue to roam over Anita's sprawled out body, cupping her breasts, gripping her hips. Her mind races, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Guilt crashes over her as her fiancé’s face flashes in her mind. Over a year of love and trust, about to be shattered by one moment of weakness. She imagines the pain in his eyes if he ever found out. Yet undeniable arousal courses through her body, responding to her boss and former lover’s skilled touch and commanding presence. A primal part of her craves to experience his passion fully.

Anita wonders if she'll be able to live with herself afterwards. Will the guilt consume her? Or will the memory of ecstasy make it worthwhile?

As her body trembles on the precipice of giving in completely to temptation or finding the strength to resist, Supratim positions himself between her trembling thighs, his impressive manhood brushing teasingly against her slick folds. A shudder runs through her body at the intimate contact.

"Feel how perfectly we fit together," Supratim murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "This is meant to be, Anita. Give in to what your body craves."

“Mmmm….”, Anita whimpers, her hips involuntarily arching towards him. Her eyes are squeezed shut, torn between desire and guilt.

Supratim continues his sensual assault, one hand caressing her breast as he slides himself along her wet entrance. "Say yes," he coaxes. "Let me show you pleasure you only used to know when we were in college together." Anita's breath comes in short gasps, her body responding eagerly to Supratim's ministrations despite her internal conflict. She doesn't explicitly agree, but her resistance is clearly crumbling.

Arijit watches with bated breath, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The sight of his fiance on the verge of surrendering herself completely and undoubtedly to another man both repulses and arouses him. His eyes remain fixed on her, drinking in every detail of her conflicted expression. The flush on her cheeks, the parting of her lips, the way her eyes flutter between desire and hesitation - it all sears itself into Arijit's memory.

Supratim positions himself at her entrance, ready to claim her fully. "Last chance to stop me," he warns, his voice husky with desire.

Anita's breath catches in her throat, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Her hips twitch involuntarily, betraying her need. "I... I..." she stammers, her resolve crumbling.

Supratim eases forward, his considerable girth stretching Anita as he enters her. She gasps again, louder this time, her body tensing at the intrusion. "Fuck," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Wait, I..." Anita protests weakly, her hands pressing against his chest.

"Shh, you can take it," Supratim soothes, continuing his slow advance. "Remember how we used to be in college? How wild and free?"

Anita whimpers, memories flooding back of their passionate encounters years ago.

"That's it," Supratim encourages. "Your body remembers me. Let go of your inhibitions, just like old times."

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Arijit watches, transfixed, as Supratim gradually sheaths himself inside his fiance. The sight of the condom offers small comfort as he witnesses this more masculine man claim her. His arousal builds despite the humiliation, his hand moving faster as Anita's resistance crumbles and she begins to respond to Supratim's thrusts. His fingers tighten around his own cock, stroking furiously as he watches his fiance's body accept another man.

Supratim's powerful form looms over Anita, his broad, hair-covered chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The stark contrast between his masculine physique and Anita's petite slim-thick frame is evident as he begins to move within her.

"That's it, baby," Supratim growls, his voice thick with lust. "Take all of me, just like you used to." Arijit’s eyes remain locked on the point where their bodies join, watching as this alpha male’s thick, hard shaft gradually disappears into the depths of his fiance’s womanhood.

"Ah... ah... ah..." Anita pants, each exhale punctuated by a little moan as her boss’s cock sinks deeper into her. Her legs tremble, wrapping tighter around his waist as if to pull him closer.

Arijit's hips buck involuntarily, thrusting into his own grip as he watches Supratim's hairy muscular ass flex with each powerful thrust. The sight of his fiance’s legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, makes Arijit's stomach churn even as his cock throbs insistently.

Anita rarely speaks, but her body's response is unmistakable. Her fingers curl into Supratim's chest hair, clinging to him as she adjusts to his considerable size. Her back arches off the desk, pressing her soft breasts against his coarse hair.

Supratim gradually increases his pace, eliciting a silent gasp from his dusky, petite employee. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensations overwhelming her. The polished wood of the desk creaks beneath them, protesting against the rhythmic pounding.

"Fuck, you're tight," Supratim growls, his hands gripping Anita's hips with bruising force. He pulls her closer to the edge of the desk, angling her pelvis to allow for deeper penetration.

“Huhhhhhh….”, Anita's breath catches in her throat as Supratim hits a particularly sensitive spot. "Oh gosh!!" she whimpers, her back arching off the desk. Her breasts bounce with each powerful thrust, her dark-brown nipples hardened to stiff peaks. Her hunky boss leans forward, capturing one of those tempting buds between his lips. He sucks hard, “Ohhhhhhhh…ahhh”, drawing a keening moan from her. His tongue swirls around her nipple, teasing and tormenting as his hips continue their relentless assault.

"You like that, don't you?" Supratim murmurs against her skin, his hot breath sending shivers down Anita's spine. "You like being fucked by a real man." Anita can only nod, words failing her as pleasure courses through her body. Her hands scrabble for purchase on the smooth surface of the desk, finally finding the edges and gripping tight.

Arijit's hand moves frantically on his cock as he watches through the blinds. His chest tightens as he sees her nod, gripping the desk, and with each glimpse of his sweet fiance’s pleasure-contorted face. His strokes quicken, matching Supratim's punishing rhythm. Shame burns through him, yet he can't stop. His breath comes in ragged gasps, cock throbbing as he witnesses this tall, hairy, masculine man ignite a passion in Anita he never could. Torn between rage and perverse excitement, Arijit's hand flies faster, his own climax building as he watches his fiance submit to her domineering boss.

Supratim straightens up, his hands sliding under Anita's thighs. In one swift motion, he hoists her legs over his shoulders, nearly bending her in half. The new angle allows him to penetrate even deeper, his girthy 8-inch cock hitting spots Anita had forgotten even existed.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck..." she chants, her voice rising in pitch with each thrust. Her eyes fly open, locking onto Supratim's intense gaze. The raw desire she sees there sends another jolt of arousal through her. The room fills with the sounds and scents of their passionate coupling.

Arijit finds himself stroking faster, dumbfounded by her reactions. The reality of his fiance's infidelity is undeniable now, yet he remains rooted to the spot, aroused and humiliated in equal measure.

Supratim's pace becomes punishing, his hips snapping forward with enough force to slide Anita back on the desk. He grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head with one large hand. The other snakes between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing tight circles.

Anita's world narrows to the points where their bodies connect - Supratim's cock stretching her impossibly wide, his thumb on her clit sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her, his hand restraining her wrists. She feels utterly possessed, claimed in a way she hasn’t experienced in a long time.

"That's it," Supratim growls, feeling Anita's inner walls begin to flutter around him. "Cum for me. Let me feel you cumming on my cock like you used to." His words push Anita closer to the edge. She can feel her orgasm building, a white-hot pressure at the base of her spine threatening to explode.

"Please," she whimpers, not even sure what she's begging for.

Supratim seems to understand, though. He redoubles his efforts, his hips pistoning at a frantic pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, punctuated by Anita's increasingly loud moans and Supratim's grunts of exertion.

"Fuck! Oh gosh!" Anita wails, her body writhing beneath Supratim's powerful form. "It's so... so much!" Her cries echo through the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain that only fuels her boss’s ardor.

"That's it, baby. Let me hear you!" he growls, driving into her with increased fervor.

Arijit struggles to control himself, forcing his hand to slow its frantic pace. The sight and sounds of his fiance being thoroughly ravaged threaten to push him over the edge far too soon. His fingers tremble as he loosens his grip, fighting against the urge to stroke faster. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, his heart pounding so loudly he fears it might give him away. Sweat beads on his forehead as he battles his own body, torn between the desire for release and the perverse need to prolong this humiliating voyeurism. His eyes remain locked on the writhing figures beyond the window, drinking in every detail of his fiance’s submission to her domineering boss.

"Look at me," Supratim yells at Anita, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see your face when you cum."

Anita forces her eyes open, meeting Supratim's intense gaze. The connection seems to ignite something within her, pushing her over the edge. Her back arches off the desk and her screams reach a fever pitch, her body convulsing in what appears to be an intense orgasm. Supratim doesn't slow his pace however, fucking Anita through her climax. His thumb continues its relentless assault on her clit, prolonging her pleasure until it borders on pain. Anita's body shudders uncontrollably, waves of ecstasy washing over her again and again.

"Fuck... huhhh...stop… too much!" Anita gasps, her voice hoarse from screaming. Her hands push weakly against Supratim's chest, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations.

“Arrghhhhhh……!”, Supratim growls, his hips stuttering for a moment before he regains control. He leans down, capturing Anita's lips in a searing kiss that swallows her whimpers. Gradually, he eases back, his punishing rhythm slowing to a gentler pace.

Anita breaks the kiss with a shuddering gasp, her head falling back against the desk. Supratim's thumb leaves her oversensitive clit, instead gripping her hip as he continues to thrust languidly into her.

Supratim slows his pace further, allowing Anita to catch her breath after her intense climax. Her chest heaves as she gulps in air, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. Beads of sweat glisten on her flushed skin, her hair a wild tangle around her head.

Arijit's emotions spiral out of control as he witnesses Anita's earth-shattering orgasm. His hand trembles on his cock, torn between jealousy and arousal. A surge of inadequacy washes over him, knowing he's never brought Anita to such heights of pleasure. When Supratim slows his pace, allowing Anita to catch her breath, Arijit feels a twisted mix of relief and disappointment. His emotions churn violently - love, hate, lust, and shame all warring within him as he continues to watch his fiance in the throes of passion with another man.

"Fuck," Supratim pants, his own breathing ragged. Sweat glistens on his hairy chest as he fights to control his primal urges. "You still know how to milk a cock, baby."

Anita can only whimper in response, her eyes glazed with pleasure. Supratim grins wolfishly, his stamina clearly far from spent.

"Let's change things up," he growls, his hands gripping her hips. With a swift motion, he flips her onto her stomach, bending her over the desk. The sudden movement elicits a surprised gasp from his employee and Arijit’s fiancé.

Arijit watches, amazed, as this tall hunk maneuvers his fiance into this new position. His hand slows to a crawl, desperately trying to prolong his own pleasure.

Supratim adjusts Anita's stance, spreading her legs wider and pushing her chest flat against the cool surface of the desk. He runs a hand down her spine, causing her to shiver in anticipation. "Ready for round two?" he asks, his voice husky with renewed lust.

Anita nods eagerly, pushing her hips back towards him. "Mmmmhmmm….." she moans, her inhibitions long forgotten. Arijit’s breath catches in his throat as Anita arches her back, presenting herself to Supratim in a way she never has for her fiance. A bead of sweat trickles down Arijit's temple as he forces himself to maintain this torturous pace, fighting against the urge to stroke faster.

Supratim lines himself up, ready to claim her once more. The sight of his fiance, completely naked and bent over the desk, so wantonly offering herself to another man, sends an even stronger wave of arousal and humiliation through Arijit than before. His breath hitches as he watches Supratim's thick cock poised at Anita's entrance. His own neglected member twitches in his grip, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. His cheeks burn with shame, yet he can't tear his eyes away from the scene.

Supratim plunges back into Anita with renewed vigor, his primal instincts taking over. The desk creaks ominously under the force of his thrusts as he claims her from behind.

"Ungh... ungh... oh god..!!..", her guttural moans echo through the room, punctuated by sharp gasps. Her fingers claw at the smooth surface of the desk, desperate for purchase.

"Ah! Ah! Fuck!" Her cries grow louder and more desperate with each powerful thrust. In the meantime, her arousal reaches unprecedented levels, her body responding eagerly to her boss’s relentless assault. Her wetness is evident, glistening on her inner thighs and coating his thick manhood with each powerful thrust.

The obscene squelching sounds of their coupling fill the air, a testament to Anita's intense arousal. Arijit watches, mesmerized, as rivulets of his fiance’s arousal trickle down her trembling legs. The wet sounds of Supratim's cock plunging into Anita's drenched pussy echo in his ears, making his stomach churn with a potent mix of shame and desire. He feels a pang of inadequacy as he realizes he's never seen or felt Anita this wet before. The sight of her juices coating another man's shaft and running down her legs in thin streams is both horrifying and intensely erotic to Arijit.

"Mmmmphhhh... nnnnggghhhh... yes…yes…yes!" The wet sounds of their bodies connecting mingle with her vocalizations. Her juices drip onto the hardwood floor beneath her, forming a small puddle that grows with each passing moment.

Supratim growls appreciatively, feeling her slickness envelop him. "Fuck, you're soaked," he pants, his fingers digging into her hips. "Always so wet for me."

"Hah... hah... oh fuck!" Anita's voice rises in pitch, bordering on a scream, her body instinctively clenching around her boss’s girth. Her wetness seems to increase with each thrust, as if her body is desperate to accommodate his massive size.

Supratim's hands grip Anita's hips with bruising force, pulling her back to meet each powerful thrust. His hairy chest presses against her back as he leans over her, growling in her ear like a rutting beast. Anita's body responds instinctively, her back arching to take him deeper. Her eyes roll back, lost in the overwhelming sensations as her boss hits spots her fiancé never could.

The air is thick with the musky scent of their coupling, punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh. Supratim's stamina seems endless as he continues to pound into Anita with unrelenting force. Arijit finds himself lightheaded, overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught of watching his fiance become wetter than he's ever seen her. He struggles to maintain control, his own release threatening to overtake him. The sight of his fiance being so thoroughly dominated by this alpha male is both agonizing and intoxicating. Moreover, the stark contrast between Supratim's dominant presence and his own voyeuristic position sends a fresh wave of humiliation through Arijit, yet he remains rooted to the spot, unable to tear himself away from the erotic spectacle before him.

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As the intense encounter stretches past the 15-minute mark, Arijit's feelings of inadequacy intensify. Supratim's stamina and skill are undeniable, far surpassing Arijit's own abilities in the bedroom. His stomach churns with a potent mix of shame and envy as he watches his fiance’s boss and former lover continues his relentless pace. He recalls his own performances with her, which rarely lasted more than a few minutes. The stark contrast between his quick finishes and Supratim's seemingly endless endurance sends a fresh wave of humiliation through him.

Finally, Supratim slows his pace and steps back, his chest heaving with exertion. He removes the condom, tossing it aside carelessly. "Come here," he commands Anita, his voice husky with desire. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do once more."

Anita turns to face him, her eyes dark with lust. Without hesitation, she drops to her knees before Supratim, eager to please. Her lips part as she leans forward, ready to take him into her mouth.

As Arijit watches his fiancé eagerly take her boss’s 8-inch, girthy member into her mouth, a crushing wave of emotions washes over him. The last shreds of hope that this was somehow coerced or reluctant on Anita's part crumble away, leaving him raw and exposed. His chest tightens as he witnesses his fiance's enthusiastic oral ministrations. Her willingness to pleasure this alpha male so thoroughly, without a hint of hesitation, cuts deeper than any physical betrayal. This isn't just lust - it's a complete surrender to another man's dominance.

Anita attacks Supratim's throbbing member with unbridled hunger, her inhibitions completely shattered. Her lips stretch wide as she takes him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft with practiced skill.

Supratim groans, his hand tangling in her hair. "Fuck yes, that's it," he growls. "Show me how badly you want it."

Anita responds by taking him even deeper, her nose brushing against his pelvis. She gags slightly but doesn't pull back, instead redoubling her efforts. Loud, obscene slurping noises fill the room as she works his length with desperate enthusiasm.

"Good girl," Supratim pants, his arousal clearly intensifying. "You love choking on my cock, don't you?"

Anita can only moan in response, the vibrations sending shivers through Supratim's body. Saliva drips down her chin and onto her heaving breasts as she bobs her head frantically, driven by an insatiable need to please him.

A toxic cocktail of jealousy, inadequacy, and arousal courses through Arijit's veins. He's painfully aware that his fiance has never shown such uninhibited desire with him. The sight of her on her knees, worshipping Supratim's impressive manhood, sears itself into his memory. His own arousal persists, a testament to the twisted nature of his voyeuristic torment. He feels a deep shame at his continued excitement, knowing he should be furious or heartbroken instead of achingly hard.

The wet, sloppy sounds of her oral worship grow louder, punctuated by Supratim's grunts of pleasure. Anita's hand works what she can't fit in her mouth, twisting and stroking in time with her eager sucking.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," Supratim groans, his hips starting to thrust involuntarily. "Such a hungry little cocksucker." Anita's eyes roll back in ecstasy at his words, spurred on by his vulgar praise. She takes him to the back of her throat again and again, gagging and sputtering but never slowing her frenzied pace. Her enthusiasm seems to push Supratim to the edge. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his fingers tightening in her hair. For a moment, it seems he might finish right then and there. But with a herculean effort, Supratim regains control.

He gently but firmly pushes Anita back, his cock slipping from between her swollen lips with an obscene 'pop'. Anita whimpers at the loss, her eyes glazed with lust as she looks up at him questioningly. Supratim pulls away from Anita's eager mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. "On the floor," he commands, laying down. "I want you to ride me."

Anita moves to straddle him, but stops abruptly. "Wait, we need another condom," she says firmly, her earlier reluctance resurfacing.

Supratim grins wolfishly. "Fresh out, baby. But don't worry, I'll pull out."

"No way," Anita shakes her head, crossing her arms. "That's too risky. We can't."

"Come on," Supratim coaxes, his hands caressing her thighs. "It'll feel so much better for both of us. You know you want to feel me raw inside you."

Anita's resolve wavers slightly, but she stands her ground. "Supratim, I'm serious. It's not safe."

"Trust me," Supratim purrs, guiding her hips closer. "I'll be careful. Don't you want to feel every inch of me? I promise I'll pull out in time."

Anita bites her lip, visibly torn between desire and caution. "I don't know... What if something happens?"

"Nothing will happen," Supratim assures her, his voice low but commanding. "Just this once. Let yourself feel how good it can be."

After several long moments of internal struggle, Anita's lust finally overpowers her better judgment. "Fine," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "But you have to promise to pull out. No matter what."

"Promise," Supratim grins, pulling her closer.

Arijit watches as Anita prepares to take Supratim bare despite her initial resistance. The recklessness of their actions sends a jolt of arousal through him, mingled with a deep sense of dread. His eyes widen in disbelief as he sees his fiancé position herself over another man’s unsheathed cock. His hand trembles on his own shaft, his strokes becoming erratic as he processes the implications of what he's witnessing.

Anita slowly lowers herself onto Supratim's bare cock, gasping as she feels him enter her without any barrier. The sensation is intense, causing her to shudder with pleasure and trepidation.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Supratim groans, his hands gripping her hips.

Anita begins to move, rocking back and forth at a measured pace. Her modest 32B breasts tremble with each motion, her head tilted back in ecstasy. The raw friction of skin-on-skin contact sends jolts of pleasure through both of them.

"That's it, baby," Supratim encourages, guiding her movements. "Nice and slow."

Anita's breath comes in short gasps as she savors every inch of him. Her inner walls clench around his shaft, adjusting once again to his considerable girth. The heightened sensitivity without a condom is evident in her flushed cheeks and trembling thighs.

As Arijit watches this intimate scene unfold, a torrent of conflicting thoughts and emotions races through his mind:

Betrayal cuts deep as he witnesses his fiance’s willingness to take such risks with her boss - risks she's never taken with him. The raw intimacy of their unprotected coupling feels like a violation of their relationship's sanctity.

Inadequacy gnaws at him, seeing how she responds to Supratim's touch. Her trembling breasts, flushed cheeks, and gasps of pleasure are reactions he's rarely, if ever, elicited from her. He can't help but compare himself unfavorably to Supratim's prowess.

A twisted arousal persists, Arijit's body betraying him as he remains achingly hard. The taboo nature of watching his fiance's infidelity unfold feeds a dark, voyeuristic thrill he's ashamed to acknowledge.

Fear grips him as he considers the potential consequences. What if Supratim doesn't pull out in time? The possibility of Anita getting pregnant by another man terrifies and perversely excites him in equal measure.

Anger bubbles beneath the surface - at Supratim for seducing his fiancé, at his fiancé for succumbing to temptation, and at himself for allowing this to happen.

Humiliation washes over Arijit as he realizes how easily Supratim has claimed what he thought was his. His role as Anita's fiancé feels hollow and meaningless in the face of her obvious desire for another man.

A small, traitorous part of Arijit wonders if this is what Anita truly needs - someone more dominant and virile than himself. The thought of permanently ceding his place to Supratim sends a confusing jolt of arousal through him. As these thoughts swirl in his mind, he remains frozen in place, torn between intervening and continuing to bear silent witness. His hand trembles on his shaft, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he struggles to process the scene before him.

Anita's pace gradually quickens as she rides her boss, her hips moving with increasing urgency. Her eyes flutter closed, a mix of intense pleasure and lingering shame evident on her flushed face. Almost unconsciously, her hand drifts between her legs. Her fingers begin to circle her sensitive bud as she continues to impale herself on Supratim's bare length. The dual stimulation intensifies her arousal, causing her inner walls to clench rhythmically around him.

"Fuck, you're getting wet again!" Supratim groans, revelling in the slick heat enveloping his unsheathed manhood. "You love feeling me raw inside you, don't you?"

Anita can only whimper in response, caught between ecstasy and guilt as her body betrays her deepening arousal. Her modest breasts tremble with each bounce, nipples hardened to stiff peaks. The lewd, wet sounds of their coupling grow louder as her excitement mounts. Her fingers move faster against her swollen flesh, chasing her building pleasure with reckless abandon.

Supratim's hands roam upwards, finding Anita's pert breasts. His fingers tease and pinch her hardened nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from her.

"That's it, baby," Supratim growls encouragingly. "Let yourself feel good."

Anita grinds her hips in tight circles, taking Supratim impossibly deep. Her fingers continue their frantic dance between her legs as she chases her building climax. Soft whimpers and moans escape her parted lips with each breath. The added stimulation from Supratim's skilled hands intensifies Anita's arousal. Her inner walls flutter and clench around his bare length, her excitement evident in the slick sounds of their coupling.

"God, you feel amazing," Supratim groans, bucking his hips upward to meet her movements. "So tight and wet for me."

Anita's pace grows more frenzied, her shame giving way to raw need. She leans forward slightly, changing the angle to hit just the right spot inside her. The new position allows Supratim easier access to tease and torment her sensitive nipples.

As the erotic scene unfolds before him, Arijit's hand unconsciously drifts to his own aching arousal. He begins to stroke himself slowly, almost imperceptibly, as he remains transfixed by the sight of his fiance writhing atop Supratim. The evidence of her arousal is undeniable, glistening on Supratim's shaft with each rise and fall of her hips. The cabin fills with the sounds of their passion - Anita's breathy moans, Supratim's grunts of pleasure, and the wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh. Each noise sends a jolt through Arijit’s body, intensifying his conflicted arousal.

Anita's movements grow increasingly frantic as she nears her peak. Her fingers work furiously between her legs while Supratim continues to tease and pinch her sensitive nipples. The dual stimulation, combined with the raw friction of Supratim's bare cock inside her, quickly pushes her over the edge.

"Oh god, oh god," Anita gasps, her body tensing. "I'm... I'm...". Her words dissolve into a long, keening moan as her orgasm crashes over her. Anita's back arches, her modest breasts thrust forward into Supratim's eager hands as waves of pleasure course through her trembling form. Her inner walls clench and spasm around Supratim's length, milking him as she rides out her climax.

Arijit watches, simultaneously aroused and anguished, as his fiance experiences another round of intense orgasms at the hands of another man. The sight of her unrestrained ecstasy burns itself into his memory, a moment he'll never be able to forget. His emotions swirl in a tumultuous storm as he witnesses her repeated ecstasy. A deep, gnawing envy takes root in his core, knowing that Supratim has effortlessly achieved what he never could. The realization that he's failed as a lover cuts deeper than any physical pain. Yet, perversely, his arousal only intensifies!

As his fiancé trembles through her third or perhaps fourth climax, Arijit feels something fundamentally shift within him. Will he ever be able to look at Anita the same way again? Can their relationship survive this, or has Supratim irrevocably claimed what was once his?

[RandiKamya]

excellent start, keep up the updates

[Gandhi krishna]

Hot update

[fuckandforget]

She lost her virgnity to her boss. so he is always special.