23-12-2020, 11:47 AM
Koyel was on the phone talking to a friend who she was meeting for lunch, they hadn't met for 3 years and she was on her way to meet her. Her phone beeped it was another call coming in but she didn't recognise the number, she asked her friend wait a moment and took the call.
'Koyel , Koyel Bannerji?' a voice said.
'Yes,' she replied, 'can I help you?'
'Yes, this is Sidharth Khanna, your husband works for me, I need to see you at lunch time, 12 noon.'
'Have you made a mistake Mr Khanna, this is his wife, I can give you Amit number, please wait a moment.'
'I don't want to talk to him; I want to talk to you, be in my office at noon and don't be late.' He told her gruffly.
This riled Koyel . 'Now just wait a minute,' she said, 'you may be my husband's boss, but you're not mine.'
'Your husband is in trouble and I think the only person that can get him out of it is you, be in my office at noon!' And he hung up.
Now she was nonplussed, she went back to her friend and told her what had just happened. Her friend advised her to go, it sounded serious, she said.
Koyel apologised to her friend and made a promise to meet later. She went home and tried to call her husband but he didn't answer his phone. She showered and started to get ready for this strange meeting. Koyel wondered what to wear, she decided to wear something nice, sexy and alluring, she would keep his boss off balance.
She was also very worried, what could be wrong, what had happened? Koyel dressed slowly; her heart was heavy, sick now with worry. 'But whatever it is I will be there at Amit 's side.' Said to herself. The 28 year old 5ft 6" tall and strikingly beautiful woman with her long flowing black hair, picked clothes from her wardrobe, she selected a black pencil skirt that finished just above her shapely knees, a white silk blouse that in certain light was almost sheer, you could see her bra that contained her superb tits and big brown nipples through it. But she was okay with that, it didn't matter a lot in this day and age, a jacket to match and sheer nylons with heels that lifted her to around 5ft 8" and added a slim golden anklet on her left leg . She looked at herself in the mirror, 'you look great again Koyel ,' she smiled to herself, but really, it was easy for her to look good
Her face was angelic, soft and sensuous, cherub in first sight. Her huge black eyes could tempt any man or woman, and she constantly had to fight off admirers of both sexes. But she had got used to it over the years and could fend off even the most ardent of them.
Her cheek bones were a sexy as they could be, high and slightly proud, her nose was delicately placed, and her lips were those of the sexiest, full and tempting. Her breasts were large and sensitive, but not overly large, they fitted her properly. Her waist was narrow spreading to flowing sensual hips, all carried by legs that went on forever.
She arrived at the building that housed the financial business of Sidharth Associates, it was something to do with bonds, investment banking and the like, Koyel didn't fully get what they did but her husband made a more than good living from it since he had joined them 18 months ago.
She entered and presented herself at the security desk where a man in a uniform directed her to the correct elevator, but not before thinking to himself, 'God what a fucking beauty, I wouldn't mind some of that for an hour or two,' he thought lewdly, and laughed to himself too. Koyel 's perfume lingered in the air leaving a trail to follow her.
She arrived on the correct floor and saw another reception desk, this time a very pretty young woman who looked about her own age manned it. She introduced herself and she was asked to wait a moment. The woman walked off, so Koyel sat on the comfy seat and waited. A door at the end of the hall opened and she came down to her.
'Mr Sidharth will see you now Mrs Bannerji.' She told her, but the look on her face wasn't very friendly, Koyel wondered why? She walked up the hall, and knocked on the door, she was going to walk straight in, she didn't like this man already but decided to show some respect because of her husband.
'Come in,' a voice shouted. Koyel opened the door and walked into an enormous exquisitely furnished office. A huge oak desk dominated it, but the office was so big it fitted beautifully, Koyel despite herself was impressed. There paintings hung around it and the wall paper looked fantastically expensive, 'the mans got taste anyway,' she told herself.
She was confronted by a man as big as any she had ever seen, and from his name she supposed he was Punjabi or something like that, He had a bushy head of black hair, 6ft 4 or 5 inches, about 40 to 45, very good looking in a Mediterranean swarthy sort of way, huge shoulders, and there didn't seem to be any amount of excess fat on him, he was wearing a blue shirt, matching silk tie and grey slacks with red braces, no jacket.
He asked her to sit and give him just a moment while he finished something on his PC. She waited patiently; he got done, lifted his head and smiled at her.
'Well I never expected you to look so good Mrs Bannerji, Koyel ,' he corrected himself; 'I knew you were a lovely woman, you really are very beautiful, but I'll bet you hear that a lot?' In fact he had had them both investigated as soon as he knew of her husbands shady dealings. He had photographs and detailed notes on all their finances including her husband's bank records. And knew everything about them, and the reason her husband wasn't yet in custody was his wife, Sidharth had decided he wanted her and would take her.
Koyel was up against an immovable object, She had no idea of the trouble she and her husband were in.
She said to him. 'Yes Mr Khanna, now what am I here for and why were you so rude, are you always like this?' She could see he wasn't used to being challenged, his cheeks reddened.
'I am a busy man Koyel , and when I tell people to do something I expect them to do it, even wives of my employees, and that,' he said pointing at her, 'includes you!'
'Do you now, and why pray should I do whatever it is you tell me, as I said, you are not my boss, you are my husbands.' She said forcefully.
He smiled he liked strong minded women, and now he knew he had done the right thing by getting her in here, he already had the upper hand, she was more than worried, he could see that.
He stood and poured some tea for her and himself, she sipped it carefully still waiting to hear what he had to say.
He began by saying. 'Do you know your husband has been insider trading Koyel ?'
'Insider trading, what do you mean, I don't understand?'
'He has been trading on stocks and shares while holding knowledge that only he is aware of and that is illegal under the law, and if proven he will certainly go to jail for at least 5 years maybe more.' He told her, his eyes locked on hers. He saw the shift from assured confidence to real uncertainty.
'But why, why would he do such a thing, he doesn't need the money,' then added, 'that's if you are telling the truth, which I somehow think you may not be,'
'Oh I'm telling the truth Koyel , it's all on here,' he said, pointing at the computer. 'If I were to call in the bankers he would be gone in minutes, however because I know what he is up to I have blocked everything he does, and he doesn't know about it, but on Friday, that's when I have to either call them in, or?'
Koyel wasn't stupid, she sensed a 'but' here, 'and what is the cost of this relief from the bankers whoever they are,' she asked. She was being distracted by the unremitting stare from him, she constantly dropped her gaze from his, never once did he do that. She suddenly felt very small it wasn't often she could be intimidated but she was being so now.
'Your husband Koyel has been dealing illegally for the last 4 months, luckily it hasn't affected us, but he has pocketed a large amount of money, in fact he has made a huge amount of money for us, but all illegally, and there's the rub, its illegal, and that is something that cannot and will not be tolerated.'
'If he has made you lots of money and he has made some and you know about it, you are in control of it, you have stopped it, you know about it, so what is the problem' She asked.
'The problem Koyel is how I cover it, or do I hold up my hands and give them your husband, who as I have said, will go to jail, make no mistake about it, he will lose everything, including you probably, but we could still keep the money he illegally made us, or we get fined the sum total he has made, because we cannot give it back.'
'Ah now I see, you want something from us, is that it?' She said.
'Koyel , what I suggest is you go home to your husband right now, because he is on gardening leave at the moment, and talk about it with him.'
'Yes okay Mr Khanna I will do just that.' She said, with real uncertainty in her voice now, she had been suspecting it was some sort of elaborate hoax, but he was telling her to go and talk to Amit , so it had to be true?
She got up to leave and he returned to his work, as she reached the door, he said. 'Be here by 11am tomorrow I want to discuss his situation with you.'
'Wouldn't you be better talking to him personally Mr Khanna?' she asked.
'I already have, 11am and don't be late, goodbye.' She had been summarily dismissed. Koyel closed the door behind her, what the hell had her husband been doing and why had she been involved?
She hurried home to find Amit sat in the room and drinking a large whiskey, she knew straight away that he had done something wrong, and he also knew where she had been.
'What's going on Amit , what have you done, I don't understand any of it, I spent an hour with your boss and he is not a happy bunny, he says you can go to jail for 5 years or more?' Koyel asked seriously concerned.
'I'm so sorry Koyel , I was building us a nest egg, and I have been caught fiddling, I'll be ruined forever, no one will ever employ me again unless he decides not to prosecute this.'
'Is there a lot of money involved in all this?' Koyel was still unaware of the gravity of his situation.
'I had stashed away nearly 2 million Koyel , but I made the firm 74 million,' he told her sadly but with pride too.
Koyel sucked in a deep breath, now she knew, and now she understood the seriousness of it.
'Amit what the hell, and it's all illegal is that what's behind this?' she gasped. He nodded his head.
'Oh no, oh my God, oh god Amit , so he wasn't joking about you going to jail?'
'No he wasn't Koyel , but I know he has some sort of plan, I know the devious bastard, he's up to something, and its something that can keep me out of jail and free.' He bleated.
'He told me to come home and talk to you, and instructed me to be at his office again by 11am tomorrow.' She told him.
'Well I don't know why he should want to talk to you again Koyel , maybe he just doesn't want to talk to me, I have been told to stay away until I'm called back in.' he said quietly.
Koyel 's heart sank; she suddenly thought that the price might be something she wouldn't want them to pay.
Koyel was unbelievably randy that night and near on fucked her husband to death, she screamed out her orgasm, he had all on to keep up with her, but he tried valiantly. In the morning he helped her around the house, then it was time to get ready, she dressed much the same way as yesterday, but with her hair piled on top of her beautiful head. Her perfectly made up face topped it off, she looked fantastic, yet again, and her husband had a troubled look in his eyes.
He dropped her off at 10 minutes to 11; she made her way up, and went through the same routine to see him. She again sat and waited, then she was called. And again she knocked and waited while he called her, she entered and he greeted her warmly taking her soft hand in his.
'Koyel , Koyel Bannerji?' a voice said.
'Yes,' she replied, 'can I help you?'
'Yes, this is Sidharth Khanna, your husband works for me, I need to see you at lunch time, 12 noon.'
'Have you made a mistake Mr Khanna, this is his wife, I can give you Amit number, please wait a moment.'
'I don't want to talk to him; I want to talk to you, be in my office at noon and don't be late.' He told her gruffly.
This riled Koyel . 'Now just wait a minute,' she said, 'you may be my husband's boss, but you're not mine.'
'Your husband is in trouble and I think the only person that can get him out of it is you, be in my office at noon!' And he hung up.
Now she was nonplussed, she went back to her friend and told her what had just happened. Her friend advised her to go, it sounded serious, she said.
Koyel apologised to her friend and made a promise to meet later. She went home and tried to call her husband but he didn't answer his phone. She showered and started to get ready for this strange meeting. Koyel wondered what to wear, she decided to wear something nice, sexy and alluring, she would keep his boss off balance.
She was also very worried, what could be wrong, what had happened? Koyel dressed slowly; her heart was heavy, sick now with worry. 'But whatever it is I will be there at Amit 's side.' Said to herself. The 28 year old 5ft 6" tall and strikingly beautiful woman with her long flowing black hair, picked clothes from her wardrobe, she selected a black pencil skirt that finished just above her shapely knees, a white silk blouse that in certain light was almost sheer, you could see her bra that contained her superb tits and big brown nipples through it. But she was okay with that, it didn't matter a lot in this day and age, a jacket to match and sheer nylons with heels that lifted her to around 5ft 8" and added a slim golden anklet on her left leg . She looked at herself in the mirror, 'you look great again Koyel ,' she smiled to herself, but really, it was easy for her to look good
Her face was angelic, soft and sensuous, cherub in first sight. Her huge black eyes could tempt any man or woman, and she constantly had to fight off admirers of both sexes. But she had got used to it over the years and could fend off even the most ardent of them.
Her cheek bones were a sexy as they could be, high and slightly proud, her nose was delicately placed, and her lips were those of the sexiest, full and tempting. Her breasts were large and sensitive, but not overly large, they fitted her properly. Her waist was narrow spreading to flowing sensual hips, all carried by legs that went on forever.
She arrived at the building that housed the financial business of Sidharth Associates, it was something to do with bonds, investment banking and the like, Koyel didn't fully get what they did but her husband made a more than good living from it since he had joined them 18 months ago.
She entered and presented herself at the security desk where a man in a uniform directed her to the correct elevator, but not before thinking to himself, 'God what a fucking beauty, I wouldn't mind some of that for an hour or two,' he thought lewdly, and laughed to himself too. Koyel 's perfume lingered in the air leaving a trail to follow her.
She arrived on the correct floor and saw another reception desk, this time a very pretty young woman who looked about her own age manned it. She introduced herself and she was asked to wait a moment. The woman walked off, so Koyel sat on the comfy seat and waited. A door at the end of the hall opened and she came down to her.
'Mr Sidharth will see you now Mrs Bannerji.' She told her, but the look on her face wasn't very friendly, Koyel wondered why? She walked up the hall, and knocked on the door, she was going to walk straight in, she didn't like this man already but decided to show some respect because of her husband.
'Come in,' a voice shouted. Koyel opened the door and walked into an enormous exquisitely furnished office. A huge oak desk dominated it, but the office was so big it fitted beautifully, Koyel despite herself was impressed. There paintings hung around it and the wall paper looked fantastically expensive, 'the mans got taste anyway,' she told herself.
She was confronted by a man as big as any she had ever seen, and from his name she supposed he was Punjabi or something like that, He had a bushy head of black hair, 6ft 4 or 5 inches, about 40 to 45, very good looking in a Mediterranean swarthy sort of way, huge shoulders, and there didn't seem to be any amount of excess fat on him, he was wearing a blue shirt, matching silk tie and grey slacks with red braces, no jacket.
He asked her to sit and give him just a moment while he finished something on his PC. She waited patiently; he got done, lifted his head and smiled at her.
'Well I never expected you to look so good Mrs Bannerji, Koyel ,' he corrected himself; 'I knew you were a lovely woman, you really are very beautiful, but I'll bet you hear that a lot?' In fact he had had them both investigated as soon as he knew of her husbands shady dealings. He had photographs and detailed notes on all their finances including her husband's bank records. And knew everything about them, and the reason her husband wasn't yet in custody was his wife, Sidharth had decided he wanted her and would take her.
Koyel was up against an immovable object, She had no idea of the trouble she and her husband were in.
She said to him. 'Yes Mr Khanna, now what am I here for and why were you so rude, are you always like this?' She could see he wasn't used to being challenged, his cheeks reddened.
'I am a busy man Koyel , and when I tell people to do something I expect them to do it, even wives of my employees, and that,' he said pointing at her, 'includes you!'
'Do you now, and why pray should I do whatever it is you tell me, as I said, you are not my boss, you are my husbands.' She said forcefully.
He smiled he liked strong minded women, and now he knew he had done the right thing by getting her in here, he already had the upper hand, she was more than worried, he could see that.
He stood and poured some tea for her and himself, she sipped it carefully still waiting to hear what he had to say.
He began by saying. 'Do you know your husband has been insider trading Koyel ?'
'Insider trading, what do you mean, I don't understand?'
'He has been trading on stocks and shares while holding knowledge that only he is aware of and that is illegal under the law, and if proven he will certainly go to jail for at least 5 years maybe more.' He told her, his eyes locked on hers. He saw the shift from assured confidence to real uncertainty.
'But why, why would he do such a thing, he doesn't need the money,' then added, 'that's if you are telling the truth, which I somehow think you may not be,'
'Oh I'm telling the truth Koyel , it's all on here,' he said, pointing at the computer. 'If I were to call in the bankers he would be gone in minutes, however because I know what he is up to I have blocked everything he does, and he doesn't know about it, but on Friday, that's when I have to either call them in, or?'
Koyel wasn't stupid, she sensed a 'but' here, 'and what is the cost of this relief from the bankers whoever they are,' she asked. She was being distracted by the unremitting stare from him, she constantly dropped her gaze from his, never once did he do that. She suddenly felt very small it wasn't often she could be intimidated but she was being so now.
'Your husband Koyel has been dealing illegally for the last 4 months, luckily it hasn't affected us, but he has pocketed a large amount of money, in fact he has made a huge amount of money for us, but all illegally, and there's the rub, its illegal, and that is something that cannot and will not be tolerated.'
'If he has made you lots of money and he has made some and you know about it, you are in control of it, you have stopped it, you know about it, so what is the problem' She asked.
'The problem Koyel is how I cover it, or do I hold up my hands and give them your husband, who as I have said, will go to jail, make no mistake about it, he will lose everything, including you probably, but we could still keep the money he illegally made us, or we get fined the sum total he has made, because we cannot give it back.'
'Ah now I see, you want something from us, is that it?' She said.
'Koyel , what I suggest is you go home to your husband right now, because he is on gardening leave at the moment, and talk about it with him.'
'Yes okay Mr Khanna I will do just that.' She said, with real uncertainty in her voice now, she had been suspecting it was some sort of elaborate hoax, but he was telling her to go and talk to Amit , so it had to be true?
She got up to leave and he returned to his work, as she reached the door, he said. 'Be here by 11am tomorrow I want to discuss his situation with you.'
'Wouldn't you be better talking to him personally Mr Khanna?' she asked.
'I already have, 11am and don't be late, goodbye.' She had been summarily dismissed. Koyel closed the door behind her, what the hell had her husband been doing and why had she been involved?
She hurried home to find Amit sat in the room and drinking a large whiskey, she knew straight away that he had done something wrong, and he also knew where she had been.
'What's going on Amit , what have you done, I don't understand any of it, I spent an hour with your boss and he is not a happy bunny, he says you can go to jail for 5 years or more?' Koyel asked seriously concerned.
'I'm so sorry Koyel , I was building us a nest egg, and I have been caught fiddling, I'll be ruined forever, no one will ever employ me again unless he decides not to prosecute this.'
'Is there a lot of money involved in all this?' Koyel was still unaware of the gravity of his situation.
'I had stashed away nearly 2 million Koyel , but I made the firm 74 million,' he told her sadly but with pride too.
Koyel sucked in a deep breath, now she knew, and now she understood the seriousness of it.
'Amit what the hell, and it's all illegal is that what's behind this?' she gasped. He nodded his head.
'Oh no, oh my God, oh god Amit , so he wasn't joking about you going to jail?'
'No he wasn't Koyel , but I know he has some sort of plan, I know the devious bastard, he's up to something, and its something that can keep me out of jail and free.' He bleated.
'He told me to come home and talk to you, and instructed me to be at his office again by 11am tomorrow.' She told him.
'Well I don't know why he should want to talk to you again Koyel , maybe he just doesn't want to talk to me, I have been told to stay away until I'm called back in.' he said quietly.
Koyel 's heart sank; she suddenly thought that the price might be something she wouldn't want them to pay.
Koyel was unbelievably randy that night and near on fucked her husband to death, she screamed out her orgasm, he had all on to keep up with her, but he tried valiantly. In the morning he helped her around the house, then it was time to get ready, she dressed much the same way as yesterday, but with her hair piled on top of her beautiful head. Her perfectly made up face topped it off, she looked fantastic, yet again, and her husband had a troubled look in his eyes.
He dropped her off at 10 minutes to 11; she made her way up, and went through the same routine to see him. She again sat and waited, then she was called. And again she knocked and waited while he called her, she entered and he greeted her warmly taking her soft hand in his.
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