Adultery My fiancé climbs the corporate ladder

[incest_cuck]

As Anita slumps forward, spent from her intense climaxes, her boss takes control. His hands grip her hips firmly as he begins to thrust upwards with powerful strokes.

"My turn!" he growls, his pace quickening. Anita gasps, overwhelmed by new sensations as Supratim hits spots deep inside her that she'd forgotten existed. Memories of their college trysts come flooding back, reminding her of pleasures long denied.

"Oh gosh, Supratim," she moans, her oversensitive body trembling. "It's too much..."

But Supratim is relentless, driving into her with increasing urgency. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through her exhausted form, building towards yet another peak she didn't think possible.

Arijit watches in conflicted awe as his fiancé experiences depths of pleasure he's never been able to provide. The realization that Supratim knows Anita's body better than he does sends a shudder through him. He feels simultaneously aroused and humiliated, his body betraying him as he continues to stroke himself while watching his once sweet, loyal, devoted fiancé’s infidelity unfold.

Meanwhile, Supratim's relentless pace continues, each powerful thrust eliciting a mix of whimpers and moans from the exhausted Anita. Her body, overstimulated yet craving more, responds to his expert touch as if reuniting with a long-lost lover. He also remembers one of Anita's favorite kinks from their college days. His hand comes down hard on her ass with a resounding smack, the sharp sting cutting through her pleasure-induced haze.

Anita cries out, her back arching as the pain mingles exquisitely with her building arousal. "Yessss!" she hisses, shocking Arijit with her enthusiastic response. "Again, please!" Supratim obliges, alternating between powerful thrusts and stinging slaps to Anita's reddening backside. Each impact sends shockwaves of pleasure through her oversensitive body, pushing her closer to the edge of another earth-shattering climax.

Arijit watches in conflicted fascination, his hand moving in agonizingly slow strokes along his length. The familiar urge to climax too soon builds within him, a constant reminder of his inadequacy. He fights against it, determined to last as long as this torturous scene playing out before him. He'd never known Anita enjoyed such rough treatment, the realization adding another layer to his feelings of inadequacy and perverse excitement. Supratim's actions were sending a fresh wave of anguish through Arijit. He'd always suspected Anita's past with this alpha male specimen was more significant than she'd let on, but seeing and hearing it confirmed while watching them rut like animals is almost too much to bear.

Anita's breathy cries grow more urgent as her boss angles his thrusts to hit her most sensitive spots. "Oh gosh! Oh………goshhhhhh!" she chants, her body trembling on the precipice of another orgasm. Arijit's own arousal builds in tandem with Anita's, his shame and excitement feeding off each other in a twisted cycle. He wants to look away but finds himself utterly transfixed by the sight of his fiancée approaching another climax at the hands of her domineering boss.

Supratim, sensing his employee and former lover’s impending release, slows his pace to draw out her pleasure. "Not yet, baby," he teases. "I want you to really feel this." Anita whimpers in frustrated need, her hips trying to grind down harder on her boss’s cock. The denial only serves to heighten her arousal further, pushing her towards an even more intense peak.

As her moans grow more desperate, Supratim pulls her down against his chest. His teeth find the sensitive juncture between her neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. The sharp pain of the bite, combined with the continued assault on her other senses, finally pushes Anita over the edge. She screams in ecstasy, “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”, her body convulsing as her most intense orgasm yet crashes over her.  

Arijit struggles to maintain his slow pace as he watches his fiancée come undone in ways he's never witnessed before. The sight of the angry red mark on her neck - another visible sign of Supratim's claim on her - sends a confusing jolt of arousal through him.

As her orgasm subsides, Supratim gently guides the exhausted Anita off his still-rigid member, positioning her trembling form on all fours on the cabin floor. She collapses forward, her cheek pressed against the cool wood, utterly spent. Her naked body glistens with a sheen of sweat, her skin flushed pink from exertion. Her hair is a wild tangle, falling across her face in disarray. Marks of passion decorate her skin - reddened handprints on her ass, bite marks on her neck and shoulders. Her thighs quiver, slick with the evidence of her multiple climaxes.

Arijit's breath catches in his throat at the sight. Never has he seen Anita so thoroughly debauched, so completely claimed by pleasure. It's a vision of raw sexuality he could never have imagined, let alone achieved himself. His hand moves faster along his length as he drinks in every detail of his fiance’s exhausted form. The way her back arches slightly, presenting her still-needy sex. The rapid rise and fall of her chest as she struggles to catch her breath. The glazed look of satisfaction in her half-lidded eyes. He feels his own climax building again, a mix of shame and arousal pushing him towards the edge. The realization that he's about to orgasm to the sight of his thoroughly fucked fiancée only intensifies his conflicted desires.

Supratim positions himself behind Anita once more, clearly intent on taking her from behind again. He grips her hips firmly, positioning himself at her entrance of her love-canal. With a low growl, he slides into her welcoming heat once more. He starts with slow, deep thrusts, savoring the feeling of her exhausted body yielding to him completely.

Anita can only whimper softly, too spent to do more. Her fingers weakly grasp at the wooden floor, clawing as her boss gradually increases his pace. His thrusts become harder, more primal, each one drawing a breathless gasp from Anita's lips. “Huhhhh… huhhh…huhhh!”, she gasps. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the cabin once more, “Arrghhhhh!!!”, punctuated by Supratim's grunts of pleasure. His pace gradually intensifies though, his hips slamming against Anita's reddened ass with increasing force. His hand comes down in sharp, stinging slaps, reigniting the fire in her overwrought nerves.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”, Each impact draws a hoarse cry from her lips, a mix of pain and renewed pleasure.

"Take it, you little slut," Supratim growls, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You've always belonged to me."

“Mmmmmmm…..”, Anita can only moan in response, her body jerking with each powerful thrust and spank. The term 'slut' sends a shiver down her spine, igniting a primal response deep within her core. Far from being offended, she feels a twisted thrill at being called such a filthy name. She's nothing more than a vessel for Supratim's pleasure now, and the realization seems to arouse her even further.

Arijit feels his own climax rapidly approaching as he watches this primal scene unfold. His hand moves frantically now, all pretense of control abandoned. The sight of his fiancée being used so roughly, coupled with the lewd sounds filling the cabin, pushes him to the very edge. As Supratim's thrusts reach a frenzied pace and Anita's cries grow more desperate, Arijit feels the familiar tightening in his groin. He's mere seconds away from his own release, unable to hold back any longer.

And then it happens! Arijit's climax hits him like a freight train, thick ropes of cum splattering against the office door as his legs give out. He collapses to the floor, spent and trembling, his seed slowly dripping down the polished wood.

Inside, Supratim maintains his punishing rhythm, each thrust punctuated by the sharp slap of flesh on flesh. Anita's exhausted whimpers grow more urgent as she teeters on the edge of yet another peak. "Oh god, I can't... it's too much..." she gasps, her body quivering uncontrollably.

"One more," Supratim growls, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "Give me one more, baby." His thrusts become more erratic as his own release approaches, his control slipping away entirely.

Anita wails as her fifth or sixth orgasm crashes over her, her overstimulated body convulsing violently. The rhythmic clenching of her inner walls finally pushes Supratim over the edge. “Argggghhhhhhh…..Aniiiitaaaaaa!”, with a primal roar, he buries himself to the hilt inside her, his cock pulsing as he empties his hot seed deep into her womb.  

"Fuck, take it all!" Supratim grunts, grinding against her ass as he fills her to overflowing. "Every last drop."

As their shared climax subsides, leaving only ragged breathing and the obscene sound of mingled fluids, Arijit remains slumped outside. He can hear Supratim's triumphant chuckle and Anita's contented sighs. The gravity of what's transpired begins to sink in, along with the realization that Supratim has left his mark inside Anita in the most primal way possible.

[3sivaram]

use photos sir

[fuckandforget]

Awesome update

[raja shri]

HI BROTHER, your story is so erotic and hot. Let see ehat happen next amd how will arijit deal this matter? And bro if possible please tell anita POV also ? Same matter with anita - what will she choose lust or love ?

[incest_cuck]

HI BROTHER, your story is so erotic and hot. Let see ehat happen next amd how will arijit deal this matter?  And bro if possible please tell anita POV also ? Same matter with anita - what will she choose lust or love ?

Don't worry, brother. That's coming too. Have patience.

[Yesudoss]

Nice update

[incest_cuck]

As her boss’s hot seed floods her womb, Anita's eyes widen in a mix of shock and panic. Despite her exhaustion, she manages a weak protest. "No... you said you wouldn't..." she whimpers, her body trembling beneath him.

Supratim, still buried deep inside her, leans forward to whisper in her ear. "Shh, it's okay baby," he coos, his tone a perverse mix of tenderness and triumph. "I couldn't help myself. You felt too good."

Anita tries to squirm away, but her spent body betrays her. "But... what if..." she starts, her voice trailing off as the implications set in.

"Don't worry," Supratim soothes, running his hands along her sides. "If anything happens, I'll take care of it. You know I always have." His words, meant to comfort, only serve to remind Anita of their complicated history. She lets out a soft sob, overwhelmed by the physical and emotional intensity of the moment. Supratim slowly withdraws, watching with satisfaction as his seed trickles out of her now well-used pussy. "You're mine now, Rooney!" he murmurs, giving her ass a possessive squeeze. "Always have been, always will be."

Anita collapses fully onto the floor, too exhausted to argue or resist further. The weight of what's just happened settles over her like a heavy blanket. Her emotions are a turbulent storm as she lies there. Despite her exhaustion, her mind races. Betrayal cuts deep - Supratim broke his promise, violating her trust in a moment of selfish passion. The potential consequences of his actions weigh heavily on her.

Yet beneath the anger and fear, a twisted thrill courses through her. Supratim's primal claim on her body awakened long-buried desires she's tried to suppress. His domineering attitude and possessive words stirred something dark within her. Shame and guilt war with lingering arousal. She knows she should be furious, should push him away and run to Arijit. But part of her craves more, wants to submit fully to Supratim's control. Confusion clouds her judgment. Does she truly love Arijit, or has she been lying to herself all along? Supratim's actions have forced her to confront feelings she's long buried. As the haze of lust fades, fear creeps in. What if she becomes pregnant? How will this affect her relationship with her fiance? Can she trust her boss to keep his word about "taking care of things"?

On the other side of the door, Arijit's trembling hands fumble as he hastily gathers his belongings, desperate to escape the scene of his fiancée's defilement. His mind reels, unable to process the full weight of what he's just witnessed. He casts one last glance at the closed office door, imagining Anita's exhausted form still sprawled on the floor, marked and filled by another man. A toxic mix of shame, arousal, and fear courses through him as he realizes he can never unhear the sounds of her pleasure or unsee the sight of her surrender to her boss’s dominance.

Swallowing hard, Arijit makes a silent vow to keep this sordid encounter a secret. The thought of anyone discovering his role as a willing voyeur, of having to explain why he didn't intervene, is too much to bear. He'll have to live with this knowledge, this shame, alone.

Inside the office, Anita stirs slightly, her own mind clouded with conflicting emotions. Despite her exhaustion and the lingering anger at Supratim's broken promise, she knows she can't let anyone find out about this encounter. The potential consequences to her career, her reputation, and her relationship with Arijit are too severe.

As Arijit slips away, both he and Anita are united in their desperate need for secrecy.

After several minutes of heavy breathing and shared glances, Anita and Supratim slowly begin to gather themselves. They clean up as best they can with tissues from Supratim's desk, wiping away the evidence of their illicit encounter. Anita winces as she pulls on her clothes, her body aching from the intensity of their tryst.  Her domineering, alpha male boss puts on his shirt and straightens his tie, a smug grin still playing at his lips. "Ready to face the world, darling?" he asks, his tone dripping with false innocence.

Anita shoots him a withering glare, but nods. They approach the door, Supratim's hand on the small of her back, a possessive gesture that sends conflicting shivers through her. As Supratim turns the handle and swings the door open, they both freeze in shock. The outside of the door is splattered with unmistakable streaks of dried semen. The implications hit them like a freight train.

"Oh my god," Anita whispers, her face paling. "Someone was... someone heard..."

Supratim's eyes narrow as he examines the evidence. "Fuck!!" he mutters, his earlier smugness evaporating. "But who?"

They exchange panicked glances, minds racing through possibilities. "Maybe that nosy intern, Sulekha, from accounting?" Anita suggests weakly.

"Or the night janitor." Supratim adds, his jaw clenching. "Whoever it was, they got quite the show."

The realization that an unknown voyeur had been there, listening and pleasuring themselves to their encounter, sends Anita's mind reeling. How much did they hear? How long were they there? And most importantly, what if they decide to talk? Anita's face drains of color as she stares at the damning evidence on the door. Her heart pounds so violently she fears it might burst from her chest. Cold sweat breaks out across her skin as panic claws its way up her throat.

"Oh gosh! Oh my gosh!!" she whimpers, her voice trembling. "This can't be happening. Supratim, what have we done?" She rounds on him, eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and fury. "This is your fault!" she hisses, jabbing a finger into his chest. "If you hadn't... if we hadn't..."

Supratim catches her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. "Calm down," he says, his voice low and steady. "Panicking won't help anything."

"Calm down?" Anita's voice rises hysterically. "Someone watched us! They could tell everyone! I could lose my job, my reputation, Arijit..." At the mention of her fiancé's name, fresh waves of guilt and fear wash over her. What if Arijit finds out? The thought makes her knees weak.

Supratim pulls her close, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to her panic. "Listen to me," he murmurs. "No one's going to say anything. I'll handle this."

"But-"

"No buts," he cuts her off. "Go home. Act normal. If your fiancé suspects anything, it'll only make things worse." Anita wants to argue, wants to scream and rage against the situation they've found themselves in. But a small, traitorous part of her responds to Supratim's authoritative tone, wanting to submit to his guidance.

"O-okay," she finally manages, her voice small and uncertain. As Anita pulls away from Supratim's embrace and gathers her things to leave, her mind is a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Guilt and shame war with lingering arousal. Her body still tingles from Supratim's touch, even as her conscience screams at her betrayal of Arijit. She feels dirty, used - yet a part of her craves more. Anger simmers beneath the surface - at Supratim for pushing her boundaries, at herself for giving in so completely. Yet this anger is tinged with an undercurrent of excitement, a thrill at having been so thoroughly dominated.

A perverse sense of pride mingles with her shame. Despite her fear and guilt, part of her relishes being desired so intensely, being claimed so thoroughly. This realization only deepens her self-loathing. As she walks away from Supratim, Anita feels torn between two worlds. The safe, comfortable life she's built with Arijit now seems pale and insipid compared to the dark passion her boss offers. Yet the risks of pursuing this forbidden desire are terrifying.

She leaves, her body aching and her mind in turmoil, knowing that no matter what happens next, nothing will ever be the same again. The seed of temptation has been planted, and Anita fears it may have already taken root too deeply to ever truly excise.

In the meantime, as Arijit stumbles into the apartment he shares with Anita, his mind is a maelstrom of conflicting emotions as well. Shame burns hot in his chest. The memory of his own arousal while watching Anita's defilement makes him sick with self-loathing. What kind of man gets off on seeing his fiancée fucked by another?

Anger simmers beneath the surface - at Supratim for taking Anita, at Anita for submitting so completely, but mostly at himself for his cowardice in not intervening. Fear grips him like an icy fist. What if someone saw him? What if Supratim somehow knows he was there? The thought of confronting her boss makes Arijit's knees weak with terror. A twisted arousal still lingers, much to his disgust. The sounds of Anita's pleasure, the sight of her surrender - these images are seared into his brain, tormenting him with their perverse allure. Jealousy gnaws at his gut. The way Anita responded to Supratim, the passion in her cries - it was unlike anything she'd ever shown with him. This realization cuts deeper than any physical betrayal.

As he collapses onto the couch, Arijit knows one thing for certain - he must keep this quiet. Not just for the sake of salvaging his relationship with Anita, but out of fear of Supratim's potential retaliation. The thought of Anita's boss's smug, dominant demeanor makes Arijit's blood run cold. He sits in silence, dreading his fiancé’s return, knowing that every moment from now on will be tainted by the knowledge of what he witnessed. The secret festers within him, a toxic seed that threatens to poison everything he holds dear.

[Yesudoss]

Nice update. He will be caught red handed through CCTV

[Bigil]

Good one

[incest_cuck]

Anita's hand trembles as she inserts her key into the lock, her heart pounding so loudly she's certain her fiancé will hear it from inside. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before pushing the door open. "I'm home!" she calls out, her voice wavering slightly. She winces at how hoarse she sounds, her throat still raw from her boss’s brutal face-fucking.

Arijit's reply comes from the living room, oddly strained. "Welcome back."

Anita steps inside, her body aching with every movement. She can feel Supratim's seed still leaking from her, staining her panties. The thought makes her cheeks flush with shame and lingering arousal. As she rounds the corner, she sees her fiance on the couch, his posture tense. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, Anita fears he somehow knows everything. But no, that's impossible. She forces a smile.

"Long day at work." she says, trying to keep her tone light. "I'm just going to freshen up."

Arijit nods, his gaze oddly intense. "Everything okay? You seem... off."

Panic flares in Anita's chest. "Just tired," she lies, already backing towards the bathroom. "Nothing a hot shower won't fix."

Once inside, she locks the door and leans against it, exhaling shakily. She strips quickly, surveying the damage in the mirror. Bruises bloom across her hips where Supratim gripped her. Bite marks mar her breasts and neck. Her lips are swollen, her hair a tangled mess.

"Fuck!!" she whispers, tears pricking her eyes. How is she going to hide this?

She steps into the shower, hissing as the hot water hits her sensitized skin. As she washes, she can't help but remember Supratim's hands on her body, his cock stretching her so deliciously full. Guilt and arousal war within her. After scrubbing herself raw, Anita steps out and carefully applies concealer to the visible marks. She dresses in long sleeves and pants despite the warm weather, desperate to hide any evidence of her infidelity.

When she emerges, Arijit is in the kitchen, his back to her. "Want some dinner?" he asks, his voice oddly flat.

"I'm not really hungry." Anita replies, her stomach churning with anxiety. "Think I'll just head to bed early."

Arijit turns, his expression unreadable. "Are you sure you're okay? You seem... different."

Anita forces another smile, praying he can't see through her facade. "Just exhausted. Big project at work, you know how it is."

She approaches him, her heart racing. Should she kiss him? Will he taste Supratim on her lips? In the end, she settles for a quick peck on the cheek, ignoring the way Arijit stiffens at her touch.

"Goodnight," she murmurs, retreating to the bedroom.

As she lies in bed, Anita's mind races. The sheets feel wrong against her skin, tainted by her betrayal. She can still feel Supratim inside her, can still hear his grunts of pleasure mixing with her own wanton moans. In the living room, she hears Arijit moving around, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken tension. How long can she keep this secret? And what will happen when the truth inevitably comes to light?

Anita closes her eyes, but sleep eludes her. The memory of Supratim's domination haunts her dreams, leaving her torn between shame and a perverse longing for more.

Arijit’s emotions:

As Arijit watches Anita's retreating form, his mind churns with dark suspicions. Her hoarse voice and disheveled appearance set off alarm bells. He knows intimately the sound of her throat after it's been thoroughly used, and the way she winces with each step speaks volumes.

The way she avoids his gaze, her nervous energy - it's all too familiar. Guilt radiates off her in waves, confirming his worst fears about what transpired in Supratim's office. Her hasty retreat to the shower doesn't escape his notice either. Is she trying to wash away the evidence of her infidelity? The thought of her boss’s seed dripping down her thighs makes his stomach churn with a mixture of revulsion and perverse arousal. The long sleeves and pants despite the warm weather scream of concealment. What marks is she hiding beneath the fabric? Bruises from Supratim's rough handling? Bite marks declaring his ownership? Her lack of appetite is telling. Is she still full from swallowing Supratim's load? The image of Anita on her knees, eagerly devouring their boss's cock, flashes unbidden through Arijit's mind.

The quick, almost reluctant peck on his cheek feels like a slap in the face. Does she fear he'll taste another man on her lips? Or is she simply disgusted by his touch after experiencing Supratim's dominance? As Anita disappears into their bedroom, Arijit is left with a sickening certainty. His fiancée has been thoroughly claimed by another man, right under his nose.

As Arijit lies rigidly beside Anita in their shared bed, sleep eludes him entirely. His mind races with vivid, torturous replays of the afternoon's events. The sight of Anita, his beloved fiancée, bent over her boss’s desk, riding him on the floor, etc., her face contorted in ecstasy as she was ruthlessly pounded. The sound of her desperate, wanton moans echoing through the office door. The way she begged Supratim for more, harder, deeper - pleas she'd never uttered to Arijit himself.

As Anita shifts beside him in her sleep, Arijit tenses. He can smell the lingering scent of her shower gel, but underneath, his imagination conjures the musk of sex and Supratim's cologne. He wonders if she's dreaming of her illicit encounter, if even in sleep she longs for Supratim's touch.

The night stretches endlessly before him, each second an eternity of torment. Arijit knows that nothing will ever be the same again. Their relationship, his self-respect, his very identity - all have been irreparably shattered by what he witnessed.

The next day:

Morning arrives soon after as filters through the curtains, casting a harsh glare on the couple's shared bed. Anita stirs first, her body aching in ways that instantly bring memories of yesterday flooding back. She glances at Arijit, still feigning sleep beside her, and guilt twists in her gut. As she rises, wincing at the soreness between her thighs, Anita catches sight of herself in the mirror. A bruise peeks out from her collar - one she thought she'd hidden. Panic flares as she quickly adjusts her nightshirt.

In the kitchen, she busies herself making coffee, her movements stiff and awkward. The routine feels alien now, tainted by her betrayal. Every clink of a mug sounds like an accusation. Arijit emerges, dark circles under his eyes betraying his sleepless night. Their gazes meet, and for a moment, the air crackles with unspoken tension.

"Morning," Anita manages, her voice unnaturally high. "Coffee?"

Arijit nods, unable to form words. As he approaches, Anita tenses involuntarily. Does he smell her boss on her? Can he somehow sense the lingering evidence of her infidelity? They move around each other in a clumsy dance, hyperaware of every accidental brush or near-touch. Anita's mind races, replaying every moan and whimper she'd made under Supratim's ministrations. Arijit, for his part, can't stop staring at Anita's neck, at the hint of bruising he glimpsed earlier. His imagination runs wild, picturing Supratim's mouth there, marking her as his. The thought makes him sick with jealousy and, to his disgust, a perverse excitement.

"Big day at work?" he finally asks, his tone carefully neutral.

Anita nearly drops her mug. "Uh, yeah." she stammers. "Lots to do. Might be home late again."

The implication hangs heavy in the air. Arijit's knuckles whiten around his coffee cup. Will she be with Supratim again? The thought both infuriates and arouses him. As they prepare to leave, their usual goodbye kiss becomes an awkward ordeal. Anita hesitates, wondering if Arijit will taste Supratim on her lips. Arijit pauses, remembering where those lips were yesterday. In the end, they settle for a stilted peck on the cheek.

Anita's phone buzzes just as she's about to leave. Her heart leaps into her throat when she sees Supratim's name on the screen. With a furtive glance at Arijit, she answers, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good morning, Anita." Supratim's deep, commanding voice sends shivers down her spine. "I hope you're not too... sore after yesterday's rigorous activities?"

Anita's cheeks burn as she stammers, "I-I'm fine, sir. Thank you."

"Excellent," he purrs, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I must say, you surprised me yesterday. I didn't expect such... enthusiasm from you. Did you enjoy yourself, Anita?"

She can practically hear the smirk in his voice, and her body responds traitorously, a damp heat blooming between her thighs. "Y-yes, sir," she admits, her voice barely audible.

"Good girl." her boss says, the praise making her weak at the knees. "Now, about that business trip we discussed last week. The client has confirmed the dates. We'll be leaving this Thursday for a long weekend in Puri." Anita's eyes widen. A whole weekend with her boss? Her pulse races at the thought.

"This is a crucial meeting for expanding our business," he continues. "Your presentation will be key to securing this client. I trust you'll be thoroughly prepared?"

"Of course, sir." Anita manages, her mouth dry.

"Excellent. Now, I've made all the necessary arrangements," Supratim adds, his voice taking on a reassuring tone. "We'll have separate hotel rooms, of course. I wouldn't want you to feel... uncomfortable." Despite his words, Anita detects a hint of suggestion in his voice that makes her shiver with anticipation.

"I appreciate that, sir." she replies, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Wonderful. We'll discuss the details further when you arrive at the office. Don't keep me waiting, Anita." The line goes dead, leaving Anita trembling. She turns to find Arijit watching her, his expression unreadable.

"Everything okay?" he asks, his voice strained.

Anita forces a smile, guilt and excitement warring within her. "Just work stuff." she says. "Actually, I forgot to mention... I have a business trip coming up. Leaving Thursday for the weekend."

Arijit's face pales slightly, but he nods. "Oh. Who’s going?" he asks, his tone carefully neutral.

"M-my boss." Anita admits, unable to meet his eyes. "It's an important client meeting. I'm doing a presentation." The silence that follows is deafening. Despite Supratim's assurance of separate rooms, both Anita and Arijit seem to sense the underlying current of possibility. Her body thrums with anticipation, even as shame gnaws at her conscience.

"Well," Arijit finally says, his voice hollow, "Good luck! I hope it's... productive."

As Anita leaves, the weight of her deceit heavy on her shoulders, she can't help but wonder: What twisted delights await her on this trip? And how will her relationship with Arijit survive the aftermath of whatever transpires in Puri?

[Raja Velumani]

Nice update

[drillhot]

Super update. Hope she gets pregnant after this trip to puri with supra child.

[incest_cuck]

As Anita steps into the bustling office, her heart pounds like a jackhammer. The familiar sights and sounds feel surreal after yesterday's illicit encounter. She makes her way to her desk, hyperaware of every glance from her coworkers. Do they know? Can they somehow sense her shame... and her lingering arousal? She catches sight of her boss through his office window. Their eyes lock for a brief, electrifying moment. A flood of conflicting emotions surges through her - desire, guilt, fear, excitement. She quickly averts her gaze, cheeks burning.

Throughout the morning, Anita struggles to focus on her work. Every time her alpha male boss passes by, her body tenses, torn between wanting to shrink away and longing for his touch. She notices him scanning the office periodically, his brow furrowed with concern. The memory of that mysterious presence yesterday hangs over them both like a sword of Damocles.

Around midday, Supratim approaches her desk. Anita's breath catches in her throat.

"Ms. Dey," he says, his voice carefully professional. "I need the quarterly reports on my desk by 3 PM. And please schedule a meeting with the team to discuss the upcoming presentation."

"Yes, sir," Anita replies, proud of how steady she keeps her voice. "I'll have those to you shortly."

As he turns to leave, Supratim leans in slightly, lowering his voice. "And Anita, you look sexy today.” Her boss’s words sends a shiver down her spine. She nods imperceptibly, acutely aware of the other employees milling about.

Throughout the day, they maintain this facade of normalcy. But beneath the surface, tension simmers. Every accidental brush in the hallway, every shared glance across the conference room, crackles with unspoken desire and fear. Anita finds herself jumping at small noises, paranoid that someone will expose their secret. She notices Supratim keeping his office door open, maintaining a professional distance. Yet she can feel his eyes on her when he thinks no one is looking, burning with barely-restrained lust. As the workday draws to a close, Anita's nerves are frayed. The constant push-pull of desire and caution has left her exhausted. She gathers her things, preparing to leave, when her boss emerges from his office. His eyes lock onto her, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

"Ms. Dey…", he calls out, his voice carefully neutral. "A moment in my office, please. We need to discuss the specifics of our upcoming business trip and your presentation."

Anita's heart leaps into her throat. She nods, acutely aware of the curious glances from her coworkers. "Of course." she replies. As she follows Supratim into his office, Anita's mind races. Her palms are slick with sweat, and she can feel her pulse pounding in her ears. The familiar scent of his cologne hits her as she passes through the doorway, bringing a flood of vivid memories from yesterday's encounter. Supratim closes the door behind them, the soft click sounding like a thunderclap in Anita's heightened state. She's hyperaware of every detail - the fading sunlight streaming through the windows, the gentle hum of the air conditioning, the way Supratim's shirt stretches across his broad shoulders as he moves to his desk.

"Please, have a seat," he gestures to the chair across from him. Anita swallows hard, forcing the thought away as she sits down. Her body aches in the most delicious way as she lowers herself onto the chair. The rough encounter from yesterday has left its mark - her thighs are sore, her breasts tender, and there's a persistent, throbbing reminder between her legs. She shifts uncomfortably, the fabric of her pants rubbing against sensitive areas.

"Now," Supratim begins, his voice all business. "About the trip..."

As he speaks, Anita finds herself in a state of exquisite torment. Every shift in his posture, every gesture of his hands, sends a thrill through her body. She's torn between wanting to maintain professionalism and longing to recreate yesterday's passion. The air feels thick with unspoken tension. Anita struggles to focus on her boss’s words, her mind constantly wandering. She crosses and uncrosses her legs, trying to alleviate the growing ache between her thighs. The movement sends a jolt of both pain and pleasure through her still-sensitive body. It catches her boss’s attention, and for a moment, his professional mask slips. His eyes darken with unmistakable desire, and Anita feels a rush of heat flood her body. But as quickly as it appeared, the moment passes. Supratim clears his throat and continues discussing the presentation details. Anita nods along, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - guilt, excitement, fear, and an overwhelming, shameful arousal.

As the meeting draws to a close, Anita finds herself both relieved and disappointed. The office has fallen silent, most employees having departed for the day. In this newfound privacy, a palpable shift occurs in Supratim's demeanor. His professional facade softens, replaced by a smoldering intensity that makes her breath catch. He leans back in his chair, eyes roaming over her with unconcealed hunger.

"You know, Anita…", he begins, his voice low and intimate, "yesterday brought back some... vivid memories. Do you remember our time in college?"

Anita feels her cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through her. "Sir, I don't think—"

"Supratim." he corrects gently. "We're alone now. No need for formalities."

She swallows hard, averting her gaze. "Supratim, please..."

He continues, undeterred. "I couldn't help but notice how... responsive you were yesterday. It reminded me of our first time together, all those years ago. How shy you were at first, but then..."
Anita squirms in her seat, memories flooding back unbidden. The way his hands had felt on her body, both then and now. The shameful thrill of surrendering to desire.

"Then, I saw the change in you." Supratim murmurs. "From hesitant fiancée to eager lover. The way you moaned my name, the way you begged for more..."

"Stop.", Anita whispers, but there's no conviction in her voice. Her body betrays her, nipples hardening visibly beneath her blouse.

Supratim leans forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Tell me you haven't thought about it all day. Tell me you haven't ached for my touch."

Anita stands abruptly, her legs trembling. "I... I should go.", she stammers, gathering her things with shaking hands.

Supratim rises as well, moving around the desk. He doesn't touch her, but his presence looms large, intoxicating. The air between them grows thick with tension as Anita fumbles with her belongings, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. As she turns to leave, Supratim smoothly interposes himself between Anita and the door. She finds herself mere inches from him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. Her eyes dart nervously to the exit, now blocked by his imposing figure.

He steps even closer, invading Anita's personal space. His fingers brush against her arm, ghosting over the fabric of her blouse. "You know, I couldn't help but notice your choice of attire today. Hiding something, are we?"

Anita's skin prickles at his touch, her body betraying her despite her attempts to maintain composure. She's acutely aware of how her tailored pants cling to her curves, wondering if Supratim can sense the heat emanating from between her thighs. Her breath hitches as her boss’s hand travels up to her collar, his thumb tracing the edge where it meets her neck. She can feel the heat of his touch through the thin material, igniting sparks along her skin.

"For our trip," he continues, voice low and commanding, "I have some... requirements for your wardrobe."

His hand slides down to her waist, fingers splaying possessively across her hip. "First, I want you to bring that little black dress. You know the one - backless, with a slit up the thigh. Perfect for our business dinners."

Anita swallows hard, remembering the dress. It's far more revealing than she'd usually wear to a work function. Supratim's other hand comes up to cup her face, thumb brushing her lower lip. "For daytime, pack that white blouse with the deep V-neck. The one that shows just a hint of... everything." His eyes drop to her chest, and Anita feels exposed despite her conservative attire.

"And for the beach…", he whispers, leaning in close, his breath hot against her ear, "bring that red bikini. The one that ties at the sides. I want easy access."

Anita gasps, a shudder running through her body at his boldness. Supratim chuckles, his hand sliding from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. "Oh, and one more thing," he adds, his lips brushing her earlobe. "That lacy black lingerie set I bought you in college. I know you still have it."

With that, he releases her, stepping back with a smirk. "Have a good evening, Ms. Dey. I look forward to our trip."

Anita stands there, trembling and flushed, her mind reeling from Supratim's demands and the lingering sensation of his touch. As she gathers herself to leave, she can't help but wonder what she's gotten herself into - and why the thought of it all makes her pulse race with anticipation. As she stumbles out of Supratim's office, her mind is a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Her body still tingles from his touch, and his demands echo in her ears. She feels a potent mixture of shock, arousal, and trepidation. Part of her is scandalized by her boss’s audacity - how dare he make such inappropriate demands? She's engaged, for god's sake! And he's her boss!

Yet another part of her, a part she's ashamed to acknowledge, thrills at his boldness. The thought of wearing those revealing outfits for him, of being on display, sends a shiver of excitement down her spine. She remembers how it felt to wear that lingerie for him in college, how his eyes had devoured her. Guilt washes over her as she thinks of her fiancé. What would he say if he knew about Supratim's demands? About her reaction to them?

As she takes a taxi home, Anita's mind races. She imagines herself in that little black dress, Supratim's eyes roving over her exposed skin during a business dinner. She pictures herself in the red bikini on a Puri beach, Supratim's hands untying those precarious knots. The rational part of her knows she should refuse, should report Supratim's behavior to HR. But the memory of yesterday's encounter, the lingering ache between her thighs, makes her hesitate.

By the time she reaches home, Anita has made no decision. She's torn between propriety and desire, between her commitment to her fiancé and the intoxicating pull of Supratim's dominance. Arijit hasn’t arrived home yet, which gives her some relief. As she steps into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her body, Anita can't help but wonder: will she have the strength to resist? Or will she give in to the temptation, consequences be damned?

Anita is still lost in her conflicted thoughts when she hears the front door open. Arijit's voice calls out, "Honey, I'm home!"

[Givemeextra]

By the time she reaches home, Anita has made no decision. She's torn between propriety and desire, between her commitment to her fiancé and the intoxicating pull of Supratim's dominance.


Anita is still lost in her conflicted thoughts when she hears the front door open. Arijit's voice calls out, "Honey, I'm home!"

If Arijit is a cuck = he will allow Anita to go and demand she send her skimpy dressed photos to him.
If Arijit is a man = he will inform Anita  that he is leaving her.

So what type is Arijit? 

[Mampi]

that's great

[Vasanthan]

Super

[xboard1986]

Lovely

[LustyLeo]

Good one

[raja shri]

Osm update Bro...arijit knows about anita and supratim ..
Anita and supratim is going to goa for a week...let's see what happens in this one week... Brother, the one in which Anita is shown leaking Supratim's ass… I found it very kinky… will something like this happen in the future too…Please can you also tell..how much Supratim has explored with Anita in the past? ..osm story

[incest_cuck]

When she hears her fiancé come home, Anita’s heart races, guilt and fear coursing through her veins. She quickly rinses off and wraps herself in a large towel, careful to cover the marks that still adorn her skin.

"I'm in the bathroom!" she calls back, voice slightly shaky. "Be out in a minute!" As she dries off, she catches sight of herself in the mirror. A vivid bruise on her collarbone catches her eye, and she swallows hard, remembering Supratim's mouth there. She hurriedly pulls on a high-necked robe, praying it conceals everything.

Meanwhile, Arijit waits in the bedroom, his own mind a tumult of emotions. The image of Anita writhing beneath Supratim is seared into his brain. He'd watched it all, hidden away, aroused and ashamed in equal measure. Now, he struggles to reconcile the devoted fiancée he knows with the wanton woman he witnessed.

Anita emerges from the bathroom, forcing a smile. "Hi, love. How was your day?"

Arijit's eyes roam over her, searching for signs of her infidelity. "Fine," he replies, voice tight. "Yours?"

"Oh, you know. The usual." she says, avoiding his gaze. Arijit approaches her from behind, placing his hands on her shoulders. His fiance tenses, afraid he'll feel the marks beneath the robe.

"You seem tense.", he murmurs, fingers kneading her muscles. "Rough day?"

She bites back a gasp as his fingers brush a particularly sensitive spot. "Just... busy." she manages.

Arijit leans in, his breath hot on her neck. "Maybe I can help you relax." he suggests, hands sliding down her arms.

Panic flares in Anita's chest. "Actually, I... I'm not feeling well," she stammers, pulling away. "Headache. I think I'll just lie down for a bit."

Disappointment and suspicion war on Arijit's face. "Oh. Alright then."

As Anita climbs into bed, turning away from him, Arijit stands there, watching. He wants to confront her, to demand the truth. But the memory of his own voyeuristic pleasure stops him. They lie there in silence, backs to each other, each lost in their own web of secrets and lies. The air is thick with unspoken words and hidden desires, neither knowing how to bridge the growing chasm between them.

*Next day*

The evening before the trip, Anita's bedroom is a chaotic mess of clothes and lingerie strewn across the bed. Her suitcase lies open, half-packed, as she frantically sorts through her wardrobe. Her heart races, knowing her fiance could return at any moment. She holds up the backless black dress her boss demanded, her hands trembling slightly. A wave of apprehension washes over her as she imagines wearing it in public, feeling exposed and vulnerable. After a moment's hesitation, she folds it carefully and tucks it into the suitcase. Next comes the low-cut blouse, its neckline plunging dangerously low. Anita's stomach churns with a mix of excitement and fear. Is she really going to go through with this? She packs it quickly, trying to ignore the voice in her head telling her to back out. The red bikini is next - barely more than a few scraps of fabric held together by thin strings. Her pussy throbs as she imagines her boss’s hands untying those precarious knots, but guilt immediately follows the arousal. She buries it deep in the suitcase, beneath more modest clothing.

Anita pauses, holding a pair of skin-tight leather pants Supratim had specifically requested over text. The material is butter-soft, clinging to every curve of her legs and ass like a second skin. She swallows hard, picturing his hungry gaze roaming over her body. With shaking hands, she folds the pants and adds them to the suitcase. Finally, she reaches for the piece de resistance - the lingerie from their college days. The lacy black bra and thong set, with garters and stockings. Memories flood her mind - Supratim's rough hands, his demanding mouth, the way he'd made her beg... she feels a rush of heat between her legs, followed immediately by a wave of shame. What kind of person is she, betraying her fiancé, the love of her life, like this?

She's so caught up in her internal struggle that she doesn't hear the front door open.

"Honey, I'm home early!" Arijit's voice calls out. Panic surges through Anita. She frantically shoves the lingerie into the suitcase and slams it shut, just as Arijit appears in the doorway.

"Hey, darling!", she says, voice slightly breathless. "Just finishing up my packing."

Arijit's eyes narrow, taking in the mess and Anita's flushed face. "Packing an awful lot for a short business trip, aren't you?" As Arijit steps into the bedroom, a maelstrom of emotions churns within him. His eyes narrow as they take in the chaos of the room, the hastily packed suitcase, and his fiance’s flushed face. A surge of jealousy courses through his veins, hot and bitter.

Anita forces a laugh, guilt gnawing at her insides. "Oh, you know me. Always overprepared." She moves to block his view of the suitcase, praying he won't ask to see what she's packed. As Arijit steps closer, Anita's heart pounds. She can almost feel the heat of her boss’s gaze on her skin, even though he's not there.

"So…", Arijit says, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. "Early start tomorrow?"

Anita nods, not trusting her voice. She thinks of the private cabin her boss and former lover – the man who took her virginity in college - has booked on the train, of the long hours they'll spend alone together. Guilt and anticipation war within her. "Yeah!" she manages. "Supratim's picking me up at 6 AM. We're taking the train."

Arijit's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly at the mention of her boss’s name. "Well…", he says, leaning in to kiss her cheek, "I hope you have a... productive trip."

As his lips brush her skin, Anita can't help but shiver, thinking of another man's touch. Arijit feels it too. Is she thinking of Supratim? The thought sends another jolt of confused arousal through him. He wants to throw her on the bed, to reclaim her, to remind her who she belongs to. But he doesn't. He can't. Instead, he steps back, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words and forbidden desires. He watches Anita, his fiancée, the woman he loves, prepare to leave with another man. And as much as it kills him, as much as it makes him burn with jealousy and shame, a small, twisted part of him can't wait to see what happens next. The air between them is thick with unspoken tensions and hidden desires.

The next morning:

The harsh buzz of the alarm jolts Anita awake at 5 AM. Her heart immediately begins to race, a potent cocktail of excitement, guilt, and fear coursing through her veins. The weight of what she's about to do settles heavily on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She lies there for a moment, paralyzed by indecision. Is she really going to go through with this? The thought of her boss’s hungry gaze, his rough hands on her body, sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine. But then her fiance stirs beside her, and a wave of shame washes over her.

Anita forces herself out of bed, each step feeling like she's wading through molasses. Time seems to stretch and warp, every second an eternity as she makes her way to the bathroom. The face that stares back at her in the mirror is dusky and drawn, dark circles under her eyes betraying her restless night. As she showers, her hands tremble. The hot water cascades over her body, revealing once again the fading bruises and love bites her domineering boss left during their last encounter. She traces them gently, torn between arousal at the memory and guilt at the betrayal they represent.

Wrapped in a towel, Anita stands before her closet, paralyzed by indecision. What to wear? The revealing outfits Supratim requested are safely hidden in her suitcase, but she needs something for the initial journey. Something that won't raise Arijit's suspicions, but will still please the man she is leaving with. She reaches for a conservative blouse, then hesitates. Would Supratim be disappointed? Her hand hovers over a more revealing top, but she pulls back, imagining her fiancé’s questioning gaze. Every choice feels loaded with meaning, every decision a potential misstep.

Finally, she settles on a modest but form-fitting dress. It's respectable enough not to alarm Arijit, but the way it hugs her curves will surely catch Supratim's eye. As she slips it on, she's acutely aware of how it brushes against her sensitive skin, how it conceals the marks of her infidelity. She applies her makeup with shaking hands, using concealer to hide the dark circles and any visible bruises. She debates how much to put on - too little, and she might look tired and unappealing; too much, and Arijit might wonder why she's dressing up for a business trip.

As she puts the finishing touches on her appearance, Anita's heart nearly stops when she hears movement from the bedroom. Arijit's sleepy voice calls out, "Anita? You up already?" She freezes, panic rising in her throat. She hadn't expected him to wake up. Now she'll have to face him, to lie to his face one last time before she leaves. The thought makes her stomach churn.

"Yeah.", she calls back, her voice sounding strained even to her own ears. "Just finishing up. My boss will be here soon."

Arijit appears in the doorway, hair tousled from sleep, eyes still heavy-lidded. He looks at her, taking in her appearance, and Anita feels exposed, as if he can see right through her carefully constructed facade to the guilt and desire roiling beneath.

"You look nice.", he says softly, and the simple compliment feels like a knife twisting in her gut.

Anita forces a smile. "Thanks. Just want to look professional, you know?"

Arijit nods, then steps closer. Anita's breath catches as he leans in to kiss her goodbye. His lips are soft, familiar, loving - everything Supratim's aren't. For a moment, she's overwhelmed by the urge to confess everything, to beg forgiveness, to stay.

But then the doorbell rings. Her boss is here.

Anita pulls away from Arijit, her heart pounding. "I have to go.", she says, hating how eager she sounds.

Arijit's eyes darken slightly, but he nods. "Have a good trip.", he says, and Anita can hear the unspoken questions in his voice. She grabs her suitcase, every movement feeling like she's moving through quicksand. At the door, she turns back one last time. Arijit stands there, watching her go, and the look in his eyes nearly breaks her resolve. But the pull of the forbidden is too strong. With one last forced smile, Anita steps out into the morning, leaving behind the safety of her normal life. Whatever happens on this trip, she knows, her life will never be the same.

As she walks towards Supratim's waiting car, her body thrums with a mix of anticipation and dread. There's no turning back now. She's made her choice, for better or for worse.


Arijit’s emotions:

As the door clicks shut behind his fiance, Arijit stands frozen in place, his heart pounding. The silence of the apartment feels oppressive, suffocating. He listens to the sound of her heels clicking down the hallway, growing fainter until they disappear entirely. A wave of emotions crashes over him - jealousy, anger, arousal, and shame all warring for dominance. His fists clench at his sides, knuckles turning white as he fights the urge to run after her, to drag her back inside and claim her as his own.

Instead, he stumbles back to the bedroom, his legs weak. The scent of Anita's perfume still lingers in the air, taunting him. He collapses onto the bed, burying his face in her pillow, inhaling deeply. His cock stirs traitorously in his pajama pants as his mind conjures images of what Anita and her boss might be doing. With a growl of frustration, Arijit rolls onto his back, one hand sliding beneath the waistband of his pants. He grips his hardening 5.5-inch shaft, shame and arousal mingling as he starts to stroke himself. In his mind's eye, he sees Anita completely naked, her petite frame dwarfed by Supratim's tall, muscular body. The alpha male’s broad, hairy chest heaves with exertion as he towers over her, his large hands gripping her narrow waist. Anita's dusky skin glows with a sheen of sweat, her rich brown complexion a beautiful contrast to Supratim's lighter olive tone.

Arijit imagines Supratim's powerful thighs, corded with muscle, spreading Anita's slender legs wide as he positions himself between them. The size difference is stark - Supratim's 8-inch cock looks massive against Anita's tiny body, and Arijit can almost hear her gasp as Supratim enters her. In this vivid fantasy, his muscular arms flex as he grips the edge of his desk, using it for leverage as he pounds into Anita. Her small breasts, topped with dark, pebbled nipples, bounce with each thrust. Her delicate fingers claw at Supratim's broad, hair-covered back, leaving faint red trails on his lighter skin. The contrast between Supratim's raw, masculine power and Anita's feminine softness, accentuated by her rich, dusky complexion, is intoxicating.

"Fuck!" Arijit groans, his hand moving faster. He imagines Anita's moans of pleasure, the way her body would writhe beneath Supratim's touch. Her free hand roams over his chest, pinching his nipples roughly as he pictures Supratim marking Anita's dusky skin with bites and bruises. The jealousy burns hot in his veins, but it only serves to fuel his arousal. Arijit's hips buck up into his fist as he imagines watching them, hidden in the corner of the office. In his fantasy, Anita's eyes meet his over Supratim's shoulder, filled with a mixture of shame and defiance.

Arijit's movements become more frantic, his breathing ragged. He's close, so close. In his mind, Supratim pulls out of Anita, leaving her pussy gaping and dripping. "Clean her up!" fantasy-Supratim commands, and Arijit finds himself eagerly complying, burying his face between Anita's thighs to taste the mixture of her juices and Supratim's cum.

With a strangled cry, Arijit comes hard, his release spilling over his hand and onto his stomach. As the waves of pleasure subside, shame and self-loathing crash over him. What kind of man gets off on the thought of his fiancée being fucked by another man? Panting, covered in his own cum, Arijit stares at the ceiling. He should be angry, should be planning how to confront Anita when she returns. Instead, a small, twisted part of him hopes she'll come back with stories to tell, with fresh marks on her skin for him to trace with trembling fingers.

As he cleans himself up, Arijit's mind races. How will he make it through the next few days, knowing what Anita and her boss are likely doing? The thought sends another jolt of arousal through him, and he groans in frustration. This "business trip" is going to be the longest few days of his life. And as much as he hates himself for it, a part of him can't wait to see what state Anita will be in when she returns.