Adultery Arranged marriage to Arranged sharing - A journey by jetset-Completed

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[jetset]

Avi’s New Job

After we moved to the new apartment closer to the city, Avi decided it was time to start working again. She had completed her course and wanted financial independence. For the first two months she struggled badly. She applied to dozens of companies through job portals but got very few responses. The few interviews she attended either rejected her or offered very low salaries that didn’t make sense after travel costs.
She would come home tired and disappointed almost every day. Some interviewers were rude, while others made her uncomfortable with personal questions. There were days she cried in my arms saying she felt useless. I supported her fully but she was determined to find something on her own.
One day at the gym, she met Priya — a cheerful girl who worked in the same area. They became friendly and started working out together. One evening Avi told Priya about her job hunt struggles. Priya immediately said, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I work for a apparels company and my company mostly hires Indians. They pay little less but at least we get some work experience in this country. My boss Mr. Sharma is looking for a coordinator in his company. The salary is ok and the office is close to our gym.”
Avi was excited but Priya warned her seriously, “Listen Avi, Sharma Sir is nice when it comes to work pressure and growth, but he has a reputation. He likes beautiful women and often tries to get close to them. Many girls have left because of his behaviour. Just be careful.”
Avi came home and told me everything. I saw an opportunity, I asked her to apply. I encouraged her to go for it and use her charm wisely. “Be professional, but don’t be cold. Let him see what a beautiful and smart wife I have,” I told her.


The Interview
For the interview Avi wore a simple cream-coloured salwar suit with a slightly deep neck and a fitted dupatta that occasionally slipped to show her cleavage when she moved. She kept her makeup light and hair open.
Mr. Sharma interviewed her personally in his cabin. He asked standard questions about her studies and experience, but slowly the questions became more personal.
“You are a very beautiful and well-spoken girl, Avi,” he said, looking at her openly. “Does your husband know you are applying for this job? Won’t he mind you working late sometimes or travelling with male colleagues?”
Avi smiled politely and replied softly, “My husband is very supportive, Sir. He wants me to grow in my career. I can handle responsibilities and I’m comfortable working with anyone as long as the environment is professional.”
Mr. Sharma leaned back with a small smile. “Good… because in this line, sometimes you need to be friendly and flexible with clients and seniors. I like people who can adjust and keep important people happy. Do you think you can do that?”
Avi maintained eye contact and answered calmly, “Yes Sir, I’m a quick learner and very dedicated. I will do whatever is needed to deliver good results for the company.”
Mr. Sharma seemed satisfied with her answers and the subtle confident way she carried herself. She got the offer the very next day as a junior coordinator/office assistant.


Work started
In the beginning Avi was very professional and dressed modestly in simple kurtas, salwar suits, and sarees. She worked hard — handling files, managing schedules, documentation, serving tea in meetings, and doing all small tasks. She was basically an office help with a fancy title.
Even in modest clothes, her natural beauty, sweet voice, graceful walk and feminine charm attracted a lot of unwanted attention.
The worst was Mr. Gupta, a 52-year-old senior accounts manager. He was crude and lecherous. From the second week he started targeting her.
He would call her into his cabin multiple times a day for useless work. He would stare shamelessly at her chest and say things like, “Avi, your husband is very lucky. Such juicy assets you have… I mean, such good qualities.”
One day he asked her to bend over and pick up files from the lower shelf while he sat right behind her. When she bent, he pressed his crotch against her ass “accidentally” and moaned softly. Avi quickly stood up and moved away.
Another incident happened when she was working late. Mr. Gupta locked the cabin door and came very close to her, breathing heavily. He touched her shoulder and said, “Avi beta, if you keep me happy, I can recommend a good increment for you. No one needs to know.” His hand started sliding down towards her waist. Avi got scared, pushed his hand away firmly and said, “Sir, please don’t. I am married and this is not right.” She quickly unlocked the door and left the cabin trembling.
There were many such incidents — dirty messages on office chat, unwanted touches while passing files, and vulgar jokes. Many days she came home stressed, in tears, saying she wanted to quit. I would console her and encourage her to stay strong while slowly using her charm where it mattered with the right people.
The Turning Point & Rise
After three months of enduring Mr. Gupta’s harassment and working hard, Mr. Sharma started noticing her dedication. She was given small sales-related tasks and performed well. Slowly she was moved to the sales support role.
That’s when her attitude and dressing started changing. She became more confident, started wearing fitted and slightly more revealing clothes, and learned how to handle flirty comments gracefully. Within six months she became a full sales executive with a good commission structure.

Mr. Sharma began taking special interest in her growth — and that eventually led to the office party where everything changed.

[jetset]

The annual office party
Avi left home around 7 pm looking breathtaking in the deep maroon sleeveless saree I had chosen. The blouse was extremely low-cut with thin strings at the back, barely holding her full breasts. She wore no bra. The saree sat low on her hips, showing her smooth waist. She looked nervous but excited.
I kissed her and whispered, “Don’t be too uptight. Let them admire you. Enjoy the attention.”
She reached the resort around 7:45 pm. I kept checking my phone, waiting for updates.

[jetset]

The long long wait.
Last message from her was "Reached". After that nothing. I was worried and excited. Eventually I fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up.....It was almost 3:30 am. I had been pacing around the living room like a madman, checking my phone every few minutes. My cock was rock hard with anticipation. I kept imagining all the possible things that could have happened to Avi at the party.
Finally, I heard a car pull up outside. I rushed to the window and saw Mr. Sharma’s SUV. Avi stepped out slowly. Even from the window I could tell she was a complete mess. My heart started pounding with excitement.
I opened the door immediately.
Avi stood there, leaning against the door frame with a tired but naughty smile. Her hair was ruined, her saree was barely holding on, and there were visible bite marks on her neck and shoulder. She looked exhausted, but her eyes were shining with excitement.
She chuckled softly the moment she saw me and said, “Your wife was fucke…”
I didn’t even let her finish the sentence. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut. As soon as she was in the light, I could see everything clearly — her blouse was open with broken hooks, her breasts covered in red love bites and dried cum, her pallu had fallen completely, and thick white streaks were running down her inner thighs.
She looked utterly used… and incredibly hot.
I pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply. Her mouth tasted of cum. I ran my hands all over her body, feeling the sticky patches on her skin and the red handprints on her ass.
“You’re completely destroyed,” I whispered excitedly.
Avi smiled tiredly but proudly. Even though she was exhausted, she seemed eager to show off her “war wounds.” She slowly dropped her pallu to the floor and turned around so I could see every mark, every bite, every drop of cum on her body.
“Five of them… They fucked me for almost two hours straight,” she said, her voice hoarse but filled with thrill.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I carried her to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and spread her legs. Her pussy was swollen, red, and leaking a huge load of mixed cum. I pushed my cock into her sloppy, used hole in one stroke.
While I fucked her hard, she narrated everything in detail — how they slowly broke her resistance, how they passed her around, how they used all her holes and how Mr. Sharma promised her the promotion and huge hike while cumming inside her.
Hearing her exhausted but excited voice describing every filthy detail made me go crazy. I fucked her like an animal, adding my own load deep into her already overflowing pussy.
She was sore, completely spent, and had trouble even keeping her eyes open… but she kept smiling and whispering more dirty details just to make me harder.
That night, my beautiful arranged-marriage wife had finally crossed into full slut mode — and I loved every second of it.

[jetset]

Story of fuck

When I entered the party hall, many heads turned. Mr. Sharma immediately came over with a big smile.
“Avi! You look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” he said, his eyes dropping straight to my cleavage before coming back up.
I felt shy and just smiled politely, “Thank you, Sir.”
He introduced me to the senior management team and made sure I had a drink in my hand. At first I was careful — I refused the second drink and kept some distance. The men were trying hard to impress me. Mr. Sharma kept praising my work, told me how I was one of the best coordinators in the team, and hinted at a big appraisal. Mr. Reddy (another senior) brought me snacks and joked about how lucky my husband was. Rahul and Sameer kept hovering around, complimenting my saree and asking about my hobbies.
I stayed reserved in the beginning. I smiled but didn’t flirt back much. I mostly stuck near the ladies or sat quietly.
As the night went on and I had a couple more drinks (they kept insisting), I started feeling the music and the atmosphere. The dance floor opened. Mr. Sharma asked me for a dance. I hesitated at first but then agreed.
On the dance floor he pulled me closer. His hand rested on my bare waist. I could feel his fingers gently stroking my skin. I didn’t remove his hand. Slowly he became bolder, sliding his palm across my lower back. I was getting warm. The AC wasn’t strong enough on the crowded floor.
After two songs I felt hot and sweaty. I lifted my arms to adjust my hair, tying it into a loose bun. I knew this exposed my smooth, sweaty armpits completely. Mr. Sharma’s eyes fixed there. He stared openly while dancing. I pretended not to notice but felt a thrill

[jetset]

When I returned to the table after dancing, Mr. Reddy sat right next to me. He casually placed his hand on my thigh while talking. I didn’t push it away. Rahul and Sameer joined us too. They kept complimenting me non-stop — how sexy I looked in the saree, how good I smelled after dancing, how perfect my breasts and waist were. The alcohol had fully hit me by then. I was laughing freely at even their dirty jokes.
Mr. Sharma brought me another strong drink. While handing it over, his fingers deliberately brushed across my breasts. I blushed but smiled. Their touches soon became bolder. Mr. Reddy squeezed my thigh hard, moving higher under my saree. Sameer touched my bare waist and lower back. Mr. Khan leaned in and ran his fingers along my exposed armpit while I adjusted my hair. I was breathing heavier, flushed and sweaty, but I didn’t stop them.
By now most of the women had already left the party. But the few remaining ladies from the office were staring at me with shock and disapproval as these five men openly groped me in the middle of the hall. I was too drunk and high to care. I just kept giggling and letting their hands roam over my body.
Mr. Sharma noticed the ladies watching and whispering. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, ‘Let’s move to the private VIP lounge. It will be more comfortable there.’ I knew exactly what was going to happen, but I didn’t want to make it too easy for them. I stayed quiet and acted innocent.
I was quite drunk and unsteady on my feet. Mr. Sharma and Mr. Reddy helped me walk to the private lounge. They held me tightly from both sides, their hands shamelessly grabbing and squeezing my sweaty body the entire way. Mr. Sharma’s palm was cupping my ass cheek, while Mr. Reddy’s hand was wrapped around my waist, fingers digging into my soft flesh. Mr. Khan walked behind me, occasionally pressing his body against my back. I could feel their hard cocks brushing against me as they ‘supported’ me.
Once inside the private lounge and the door was locked, the real fun started…


In the lounge there were only five of us — Mr. Sharma, Mr. Reddy, Mr. Khan, Rahul and Sameer. The lights were dim. They made me sit on the big sofa between Mr. Sharma and Mr. Reddy. The conversation turned dirty very personal. They openly talked about my body, how my breasts looked in the blouse, how my waist was so inviting.
Mr. Sharma leaned in and kissed my neck. I gasped but didn’t pull away. Mr. Reddy pulled my pallu down slowly. My deep cleavage was fully exposed. He squeezed my left breast over the blouse while Mr. Sharma kissed me on the lips. I moaned into his mouth.
They took their time undressing me. First the pallu, then they untied my saree. I was standing in just my blouse and petticoat. They made me turn around slowly for them. Hands were everywhere — squeezing my ass, sucking my nipples after they opened my blouse, fingering my wet pussy.

Mr. Sharma bent me over the sofa and entered my pussy first while Mr. Reddy put his cock in my mouth. Then they took turns. Rahul and Sameer were rougher — slapping my ass hard, pulling my hair, and calling me their ‘office randi’.
Later they put me on the big table on all fours. One cock in my mouth, one in my pussy… and then Mr. Reddy started pressing his thick cock against my asshole. I panicked and tried to say I had never done anal ( I have ... But not in a long time). I was screaming, but Mr. Khan forced his cock deep into my throat, gagging me hard so I couldn’t speak or protest properly. Tears ran down my eyes as Mr. Reddy forced his cock into my tight ass in one strong push. The pain was sharp and intense. I screamed around the cock in my mouth.
At the same time Mr. Sharma was still fucking my pussy from below. I was completely stuffed — double penetrated for the first time in my life. The feeling was overwhelming. They held me down firmly and started thrusting together. The pain slowly mixed with a strange, full pleasure and I started cumming uncontrollably. They kept rotating — one always in my ass, one in my pussy, and one gagging my mouth. I felt like a complete slut, used in every hole at the same time.
They fucked me like this for a long time ..
Tears were coming from my eyes but my body was cumming again and again.
They rotated like this for a long time. All five of them fucked me in every hole. Rahul and Sameer were the roughest — slapping my ass hard and calling me their office slut while pounding my ass.
By the end I was covered in cum from head to toe. Mr. Sharma came inside my pussy twice and promised me the promotion and 40% hike while he was fucking me.”