29-01-2021, 08:04 PM
Update 2
I was as much impressed with my wife as I was with my Boss. I had blind
faith in my wife too. She was also very obedient and never went against my
decisions. Well, it was not very often that I had to decide on any issue. She
took most of the decisions in our life, which was ok with me, because I had
an implicit faith in her wisdom. Our life was going on smoothly.
She was a fanatic as far as cleanliness and order was concerned. That was
why our home was always spick and span. Any one causing disorder and
messing up even slightly, would invite her wreath.
In that New Year eve party, the club had arranged a famous music group and
there was a dance program to go with it. The do was organized in a big farm
house. My Boss apart from being a romantic energetic man was also a
wonderful dancer. The Boss came to where Dipa and I were sitting; as if
accidentally and said "Hello" to us. The Boss extended his arms to invite my
wife Dipa to dance with him.
Dipa smiled affirmatively and without delay got into my Boss's arms giving
me a mischievous wink. I heard her say modestly and demurely, "I do not
know dancing."
Boss said, "No problem. Not many people dancing here know dancing.
Besides, you are smart. You will learn fast. I shall teach you."
My Boss whisked away Dipa in one swift motion. The pair was really worth
watching. My Boss was tall, comparatively huge and solid. Dipa in contrast
was average height, thin and can be called frail except her well filled solid
boobs under her blouse and bra and pretty shapely ass. She looked almost
like a toy in Boss's arms. Her thick and long hair swirled as Boss zoomed her
around in his arms.
I saw that Dipa was indeed a fast learner. My Boss had to explain the steps
just once and Dipa picked up those steps as if she had been doing them for
ages. While dancing, Boss quite frequently kept speaking in Dipa's ears. In
the process he had to get very close to her, pulling Dipa's body really close to
his body.
I saw Dipa laughing out innocently and nodding her head in affirmation
hearing my Boss's jokes or whatever he said into my wife's ears.
Occasionally she also pressed her mouth to Boss's ears and spoke something
while they danced. She had to rise on her toes first few times. Later Boss
picked her up in his arms to make her speak to him in his ears. She told me
later that the Boss asked her to dance freely without being vulgar. He asked
her not to worry too much about grinding of their bodies.
It was obvious to me that my Boss made no bones of taking my wife into his
arms very tightly close and making point to point contacts and rubbing his
body with her, particularly the pelvic region and her pronounced breasts.
Their thighs ground often with each other. Dipa took al sportingly, which
showed to me that she was quite at ease with the Boss.
Dipa seemed to have no qualms of my Boss's closeness and body contacts as
she danced like a perfect dancer in a few minutes of their starting. In no time,
it was she who made my Boss follow her steps. Dipa had learned some
western dancing in her college days and I could see that she was putting the
knowledge to good use. When Dipa and my Boss danced to the rhythm of
Salsa dance, all the other participants stepped aside to watch my wife Dipa go
through dance with my Boss. Dipa was in full flow by then. In fact she was
leading my Boss rather the Boss leading her. She had become star of the
show when the music stopped, as evidenced by thunderous applause she
received from all including my Boss. She had that graceful blush
acknowledging thunderous applause she received.
When the dance was over, the Boss came to me holding my wife's hand and
said, "Dipak you are a very lucky bloke to have Dipa as your wife. Besides
being a natural dancer; she is a genuine and beautiful person." Then turning
to Dipa he said, "Dipa, you have rejuvenated me. I never imagined that I
could ever dance like this. It would not be wrong to say that I did not tech
you the dance steps. In fact, it was you who taught me the dance today. Not
just the dance, you taught me the steps of life. You taught me baby, how to
live."
I was baffled at my Boss's profusely showering praises on my wife. Until that
day, even I did not know that my wife had such wonderful qualities.
Dipa blushed hearing my Boss's commendations and said modestly, "Sir, you
are a wonderful dancer and also a very good teacher. You taught a complete
novice like me how to dance. Believe me sir; I never danced like this with
anyone. If anyone deserves credit, it is you sir."
My Boss turned to me and said, "Dipak, your wife Dipa is like a flash of
lightening of life. She is so quick, capable and sensuous that she has the
ability to inject life into a dead body. I have never danced like this earlier. I
would never have been able to dance like this today. The credit for this
beautiful dance is all hers."
Boss must be constantly wondering what kind of a woman Dipa was. She
turned red at times, laughing like a child innocently at the smallest pretext.
The next moment Dipa talked like a seasoned professional on serious
business matters and offered pin point and very logical sounding solutions on
complex issues.
He was so impressed with my wife's professional competence that he told me
that he would not take my wife's opinions lightly on business matters. He said
she had such an in-depth knowledge of Indian laws and commercial
situations that if her ideas were applied, a sick business could quickly turn
around to while a struggling business could flourish. Dipa had such capability
that would put to shame many highly paid executives in the business he said.
I was taken aback with Boss's profusely praising my wife. I never doubted
her competence, but such profuse praise from my Boss was beyond my
comprehension.
The Boss asked me several times about Dipa in the office almost every day.
He would not stop praising her each time she came up in our talk.
My Boss invited us home for dinner one evening. It was probably my Boss's
birthday or some such occasion. He kept it under the wrap and told us only
when we asked him repeatedly after we reached his house. Dipa and I met his
wife for the first time there. I was surprised by the striking likeness between
my wife Dipa's face and Boss's wife's. Her name was Shikha.
Their face resembled quite a lot. If you see both of them together, at the first
sight you could easily get confused by the likeness of their faces. However,
there were certain subtle differences too. Dipa was more filled at the right
places, more curvaceous, smiling all the time and slightly slimmer than
Boss's wife. Both were almost as tall. As compared to my wife's ripe and
shapely bosom, Boss's wife had smaller chest. Her breasts matched with her
lean frame.
I learnt from my wife that Boss's wife propped up her breasts by wearing
heavily padded bra. Boss's wife had rather poor sense of clothing. She wore
heavy expensive ornaments which did not match her body and persona. She
had poor sense of matching and design. I felt that perhaps she did not
deliberately get ready because she wanted to show us that we were not very
welcome.
She did not seem very pleased receiving us that evening and she did not make
any effort to hide her feelings. On the contrary Boss's rather middle aged
servant treated us better.
Boss's was a fairly big house with four or five bedroom duplex rooms with a
lounge and a lawn with flowers and a few trees. Boss's wife disappeared into
her room after saying a very formal and insincere sounding "Hi", leaving
slightly embarrassed Boss with us. That was the only word we heard from her
through that evening. When she went away she did not care to speak or say
anything. She did not look happy that we were invited by the Boss.
When Dipa saw Boss making tea for us, she quickly got up, went into the
kitchen and made tea for us. Boss served us some biscuits. Dipa stood up to
serve us. Dipa had worn a deep neck short blouse and embroidered net bra
with frills, which displayed her ample cleavage. She had taken care to cover
them with a scarf over her chest. When she bent to pour tea in Boss's cup, her
scarf covering her chest slipped down and her cleavage was eminently visible
in front of Boss's eyes.
Boss's eyes were glued into that gap and I could see bewildered expressions
on his face seeing a big cleavage right in front of his feasting eyes. My wife's
plum breasts looked as if they were impatient to jump out of the bra any
moment. When Dipa noticed the target of Boss's eyes, she hurriedly covered
up her chest with the scarf.
Boss's servant got busy with preparing for the birthday cake. When the cake
was ready, Boss called his wife. However, she shouted that she was sleeping
and not to be disturbed. Dipa placed the candles and lighted them. Boss
extinguished them and cut the cake. Dipa played the role of the lady of the
house by feeding a piece of cake to my Boss and then Boss fed the remaining
piece to Dipa and me.
After the cake cutting, we shifted to the living room while Boss and Dipa
started talking on multiple subjects. They started with the nature, gardening,
national scenario, economic situation, the world politics and then settling
down onto business management, employee motivation and driving the
business to get the results. My Boss realized that I was getting bored. He
switched on the TV. I picked up some biscuits and tea, moved over to the TV
arena of the drawing room and began watching a movie.
My Boss must have felt like a free bird in the sky on getting rid of his wife
and me. Both he and my wife Dipa got into their endless and deep
conversations once again. I knew my wife liked nothing more than a focused
listener to her chatter. It was impossible to stop her when she had a listener
like my Boss. She had no hesitation in talking to my Boss who was a great
listener.
When Dipa laughed out talking animatedly to a joke, Boss would look with
great admiration at her care free laugh. When she felt quite excited on any
topic that my Boss broached, she would hold my Boss's hands or tap on his
thighs affectionately. My Boss was anyway an expert and knew how to
engage attention particularly of charming and sexy women. I could well
imagine that Dipa's casual touch must have created quite a stir in Boss's
mind. I could see amazed expressions on his face whenever Dipa innocently touched his hands or tapped on his thighs not realizing the impact she was
making on my Boss.
I was as much impressed with my wife as I was with my Boss. I had blind
faith in my wife too. She was also very obedient and never went against my
decisions. Well, it was not very often that I had to decide on any issue. She
took most of the decisions in our life, which was ok with me, because I had
an implicit faith in her wisdom. Our life was going on smoothly.
She was a fanatic as far as cleanliness and order was concerned. That was
why our home was always spick and span. Any one causing disorder and
messing up even slightly, would invite her wreath.
In that New Year eve party, the club had arranged a famous music group and
there was a dance program to go with it. The do was organized in a big farm
house. My Boss apart from being a romantic energetic man was also a
wonderful dancer. The Boss came to where Dipa and I were sitting; as if
accidentally and said "Hello" to us. The Boss extended his arms to invite my
wife Dipa to dance with him.
Dipa smiled affirmatively and without delay got into my Boss's arms giving
me a mischievous wink. I heard her say modestly and demurely, "I do not
know dancing."
Boss said, "No problem. Not many people dancing here know dancing.
Besides, you are smart. You will learn fast. I shall teach you."
My Boss whisked away Dipa in one swift motion. The pair was really worth
watching. My Boss was tall, comparatively huge and solid. Dipa in contrast
was average height, thin and can be called frail except her well filled solid
boobs under her blouse and bra and pretty shapely ass. She looked almost
like a toy in Boss's arms. Her thick and long hair swirled as Boss zoomed her
around in his arms.
I saw that Dipa was indeed a fast learner. My Boss had to explain the steps
just once and Dipa picked up those steps as if she had been doing them for
ages. While dancing, Boss quite frequently kept speaking in Dipa's ears. In
the process he had to get very close to her, pulling Dipa's body really close to
his body.
I saw Dipa laughing out innocently and nodding her head in affirmation
hearing my Boss's jokes or whatever he said into my wife's ears.
Occasionally she also pressed her mouth to Boss's ears and spoke something
while they danced. She had to rise on her toes first few times. Later Boss
picked her up in his arms to make her speak to him in his ears. She told me
later that the Boss asked her to dance freely without being vulgar. He asked
her not to worry too much about grinding of their bodies.
It was obvious to me that my Boss made no bones of taking my wife into his
arms very tightly close and making point to point contacts and rubbing his
body with her, particularly the pelvic region and her pronounced breasts.
Their thighs ground often with each other. Dipa took al sportingly, which
showed to me that she was quite at ease with the Boss.
Dipa seemed to have no qualms of my Boss's closeness and body contacts as
she danced like a perfect dancer in a few minutes of their starting. In no time,
it was she who made my Boss follow her steps. Dipa had learned some
western dancing in her college days and I could see that she was putting the
knowledge to good use. When Dipa and my Boss danced to the rhythm of
Salsa dance, all the other participants stepped aside to watch my wife Dipa go
through dance with my Boss. Dipa was in full flow by then. In fact she was
leading my Boss rather the Boss leading her. She had become star of the
show when the music stopped, as evidenced by thunderous applause she
received from all including my Boss. She had that graceful blush
acknowledging thunderous applause she received.
When the dance was over, the Boss came to me holding my wife's hand and
said, "Dipak you are a very lucky bloke to have Dipa as your wife. Besides
being a natural dancer; she is a genuine and beautiful person." Then turning
to Dipa he said, "Dipa, you have rejuvenated me. I never imagined that I
could ever dance like this. It would not be wrong to say that I did not tech
you the dance steps. In fact, it was you who taught me the dance today. Not
just the dance, you taught me the steps of life. You taught me baby, how to
live."
I was baffled at my Boss's profusely showering praises on my wife. Until that
day, even I did not know that my wife had such wonderful qualities.
Dipa blushed hearing my Boss's commendations and said modestly, "Sir, you
are a wonderful dancer and also a very good teacher. You taught a complete
novice like me how to dance. Believe me sir; I never danced like this with
anyone. If anyone deserves credit, it is you sir."
My Boss turned to me and said, "Dipak, your wife Dipa is like a flash of
lightening of life. She is so quick, capable and sensuous that she has the
ability to inject life into a dead body. I have never danced like this earlier. I
would never have been able to dance like this today. The credit for this
beautiful dance is all hers."
Boss must be constantly wondering what kind of a woman Dipa was. She
turned red at times, laughing like a child innocently at the smallest pretext.
The next moment Dipa talked like a seasoned professional on serious
business matters and offered pin point and very logical sounding solutions on
complex issues.
He was so impressed with my wife's professional competence that he told me
that he would not take my wife's opinions lightly on business matters. He said
she had such an in-depth knowledge of Indian laws and commercial
situations that if her ideas were applied, a sick business could quickly turn
around to while a struggling business could flourish. Dipa had such capability
that would put to shame many highly paid executives in the business he said.
I was taken aback with Boss's profusely praising my wife. I never doubted
her competence, but such profuse praise from my Boss was beyond my
comprehension.
The Boss asked me several times about Dipa in the office almost every day.
He would not stop praising her each time she came up in our talk.
My Boss invited us home for dinner one evening. It was probably my Boss's
birthday or some such occasion. He kept it under the wrap and told us only
when we asked him repeatedly after we reached his house. Dipa and I met his
wife for the first time there. I was surprised by the striking likeness between
my wife Dipa's face and Boss's wife's. Her name was Shikha.
Their face resembled quite a lot. If you see both of them together, at the first
sight you could easily get confused by the likeness of their faces. However,
there were certain subtle differences too. Dipa was more filled at the right
places, more curvaceous, smiling all the time and slightly slimmer than
Boss's wife. Both were almost as tall. As compared to my wife's ripe and
shapely bosom, Boss's wife had smaller chest. Her breasts matched with her
lean frame.
I learnt from my wife that Boss's wife propped up her breasts by wearing
heavily padded bra. Boss's wife had rather poor sense of clothing. She wore
heavy expensive ornaments which did not match her body and persona. She
had poor sense of matching and design. I felt that perhaps she did not
deliberately get ready because she wanted to show us that we were not very
welcome.
She did not seem very pleased receiving us that evening and she did not make
any effort to hide her feelings. On the contrary Boss's rather middle aged
servant treated us better.
Boss's was a fairly big house with four or five bedroom duplex rooms with a
lounge and a lawn with flowers and a few trees. Boss's wife disappeared into
her room after saying a very formal and insincere sounding "Hi", leaving
slightly embarrassed Boss with us. That was the only word we heard from her
through that evening. When she went away she did not care to speak or say
anything. She did not look happy that we were invited by the Boss.
When Dipa saw Boss making tea for us, she quickly got up, went into the
kitchen and made tea for us. Boss served us some biscuits. Dipa stood up to
serve us. Dipa had worn a deep neck short blouse and embroidered net bra
with frills, which displayed her ample cleavage. She had taken care to cover
them with a scarf over her chest. When she bent to pour tea in Boss's cup, her
scarf covering her chest slipped down and her cleavage was eminently visible
in front of Boss's eyes.
Boss's eyes were glued into that gap and I could see bewildered expressions
on his face seeing a big cleavage right in front of his feasting eyes. My wife's
plum breasts looked as if they were impatient to jump out of the bra any
moment. When Dipa noticed the target of Boss's eyes, she hurriedly covered
up her chest with the scarf.
Boss's servant got busy with preparing for the birthday cake. When the cake
was ready, Boss called his wife. However, she shouted that she was sleeping
and not to be disturbed. Dipa placed the candles and lighted them. Boss
extinguished them and cut the cake. Dipa played the role of the lady of the
house by feeding a piece of cake to my Boss and then Boss fed the remaining
piece to Dipa and me.
After the cake cutting, we shifted to the living room while Boss and Dipa
started talking on multiple subjects. They started with the nature, gardening,
national scenario, economic situation, the world politics and then settling
down onto business management, employee motivation and driving the
business to get the results. My Boss realized that I was getting bored. He
switched on the TV. I picked up some biscuits and tea, moved over to the TV
arena of the drawing room and began watching a movie.
My Boss must have felt like a free bird in the sky on getting rid of his wife
and me. Both he and my wife Dipa got into their endless and deep
conversations once again. I knew my wife liked nothing more than a focused
listener to her chatter. It was impossible to stop her when she had a listener
like my Boss. She had no hesitation in talking to my Boss who was a great
listener.
When Dipa laughed out talking animatedly to a joke, Boss would look with
great admiration at her care free laugh. When she felt quite excited on any
topic that my Boss broached, she would hold my Boss's hands or tap on his
thighs affectionately. My Boss was anyway an expert and knew how to
engage attention particularly of charming and sexy women. I could well
imagine that Dipa's casual touch must have created quite a stir in Boss's
mind. I could see amazed expressions on his face whenever Dipa innocently touched his hands or tapped on his thighs not realizing the impact she was
making on my Boss.
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