Adultery boss and my wife 1

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I grabbed my wife in my arms and hugged her and said, "Please don't ask me
what to do. You are the master of the situation and have to decide what to do.
Whatever you decide, I will blindly and unhesitatingly accept it."
My wife raised her face and kissed me hard saying, "That is like my good
hubby. Don't worry; I will handle your Boss now. Now you have decided to
give me a free hand. You will see that not only he runs your company as well
as earlier, but will be far more on the job than before. But yes, when we are
close together, you simply have to keep away from us. I need to fill the gap
that his wife has left behind. Are you ready for that?"
I laughed at my wife and said, "I am the one who is asking you to do all this.
How can I not be ready? Besides, it is a question of our survival. I also agree
that you have to do whatever, anything and everything to make Boss back in
business. I am with you on that all the way."
Dipa was excited hearing me say that. I knew she was quite enamored by my
Boss. Perhaps in her mind, she always wanted to fuck my Boss. She saw
killing four birds with one stroke. Firstly this gave her an opportunity to
fulfill her sinful desire. Secondly, this allowed her an opportunity to make it
look like a great sacrifice for her hubby. Thirdly, she could repay the
obligation of the Boss in kind and finally her hubby would get the incentives
and clear all loans etc.
She was really thrilled at the development. She was consumed with lust and
sex. She made me mount her. She held my cock in her hand and shaking it
she said, "Your talk has made me horny. Come on harden up and fuck me
baby. Fuck me hard tonight."
I teased her by saying, "Even after fucking you every night for so many
years, I am still not able to resist fucking you baby when I see you close. Just
imagine what my Boss's condition must have been, when he saw you so
closely today. He is crazy for you honey. I don't think he will ever be able to
resist you."
Dipa looked at me with those hungry eyes, that I was not accustomed to
seeing for some years. She said, "Don't make me hornier. I am horny already.
If I had not stopped him darling, something would have happened on the
dining table tonight."
My cock jumped up hearing my wife say that. I realized that I was fast
becoming a bloody cuckold. I was not just getting excited at the possibility of
my wife getting fucked by my Boss; I wanted to see the same happening right
in front of my eyes.
I undressed Dipa and held one of her globes in my palm. Shuffling her breast,
I said, "Darling, I wish you had not stopped him."
Surprisingly my wife Dipa did not get annoyed at my comment. She looked
at me with amazement inscribed on her face. She asked, "Are you so keen to
let that happen honey? What kind of man are you?"
I said, "Better to accept the inevitable." Then inserting my hand between her
thighs, I said, "Let me do what my Boss could not do today."
Shuffling on the bed ignited by fingering her pussy lips, she said, "Who is
stopping you honey. I am on fire already. Fuck me honey."
I however, decided to continue with the finger torture. I kept playing with her
pussy lips and with her most sensitive corn of her pussy lips. I knew her Gspot that drove her mad when she was sexually excited. It was obvious that I
was simply setting a match on the heap of dry wood that was already soaked
with petrol of Boss's flings and thoughts of possibility of further adventures
with him.
She kept shuffling on the bed, raising and dropping her buttocks on bed
repeatedly, as I fingered her pussy and kept manipulating her sensitive pussy
area. Her pussy was releasing her juices liberally making her bed wet
gradually. Her moaning kept becoming louder as I kept fingering her. She
began scratching my back in ecstasy.
Whenever I had to make her ready for sex, I used this formula. However that
night she was the one who wanted the fuck. I was just trying to pull her to the
greatest height of sensual ecstasy. She was quite high already. She was in fact
going berserk with my manipulation of her pussy exterior and interior.
She kept repeating, "Dipak fuck me please, not with your fingers, push your
hard cock into my waiting pussy. I am going crazy. Please, stop fingering it.
Aaahhhh...:
The way she was shuffling and grinding her ass on the bed, I knew she would
have orgasm any minute. And loll! She had a massive orgasm as I kept
pumping my finger into her pussy. I removed my finger while she
experienced an exciting pulsating orgasm. But she was restless and did not
stop at this. She closed in on me and signaled me to fuck her. At that time she
was focused on her pussy and the waves of ecstasy she was experiencing and
perhaps the possibility of fucking my charming handsome and hefty Boss.
She had all the reasons to fuck my Boss. First was the obligation he had done
on her by extending the financial help without any delay and without asking
any question or getting any papers signed when her family was in dire need.
Secondly to get rid of the possibility of our income drying up and I becoming
jobless and thirdly the possibility of having Boss's cock inside her pussy, for
which perhaps she was dreaming for a very long time and finally got the
opportunity of fulfilling her dream without having to feel slighted.
I knew all of that. But I also knew that because of the inherent age old culture
ingrained in Indian female's mind about keeping things relating to sex as
something not to be discussed, our females do not express their desire openly
and need quite a lot of goading to be sexually active. I wanted her to throw all
inhibitions to the wind that night and cry out her sexual desire and perhaps
admit that she wanted to be fucked by my Boss. I therefore decided to tease
her a bit more.
I made her lie with her ass resting on the edge of the bed and hang her lovely
legs down with her pussy clearly open between her well spread out thighs. I
inserted my mouth between her thighs and extended my tongue to probe and
tickle the sensitive areas of her pussy lips. I knew she went berserk when her
labia and clitoris were rubbed and probed by a tongue. Dipa started moaning.
Soon her moan turned into a howl.
It was too much for her to bear. She was already far too horny to be able to
bear all of my machinations on her sensitive areas. She kept twisting and
turning on bed making strange sounds. Repeatedly calling me with sweet and
slang names; asking me to fuck her. I felt a surge of her warm juices flowing
out of her pussy into my mouth. I had to gulp the bitter tasteless juice. That
betrayed her excitement, not that she was any way discreet about doing so.
She was going to have another orgasm, the way she was moving on the bed
and rattling out her loud moans. This was not a common sight during our
usual love making. When I kept on probing the depth of her labia and clitoris,
she gave out"Oomph..." and had a big orgasm. I was also tired. My tongue
felt a bit stretched out too.
I kissed her pussy and rose on my feet and straightened her on the bed. I
climbed on her and completely enveloped her in my arms, thrusting my hard
rod deeply in her wet pussy. It was like a big python straddling a tiny prey.
She was barely in a position to speak or do anything except shuffling on bed
and making inaudible sounds through momentary leaking words through a
pinhole size opening between our sealed lips locked in a passionate kiss.
I began thumping her pussy with my cock with fierce intensity. While I
pumped her I kept saying, "Baby, just think that it is not I fucking you. It is
someone else and I am watching you getting fucked by him. Both I and she
knew who the "someone else" I was referring to. I sucked on her generous
firm breasts and bit and chewed her nipples in frenzy. She would cry out
cursing me for hurting her when I bit or chewed her nipples. She would
simultaneously push her heaps up to make me go deeper into her gulping
pussy.
She would not leave an opportunity to further pep me up by playing
artistically with my testicle. Experienced women know how to drive their
men crazy and make them fuck harder by playing with their testicles. My
wife was an expert in the art of masturbating and testicle handling.
That night I fucked her like I had done not many times before. She orgasmed
twice and I lasted for close to ten minutes. But it was a fuck to remember.
She was moaning and demanding more and more. She jumped on top of me
when she orgasmed first and fucked me like she had a big cock and I was a
pussy waiting for the rod to keep ramming inside me. During the intercourse,
whenever I spoke about the Boss, she got pumped up so much more and
fucked me with twice the vigor. I suspected that she was fucking the Boss
and not me.
When we finally cooled down in bed and recovered from exhaustion of hectic
love making, I said, "Darling I am dying to see you at your peak of fucking,
working your magic on the Boss, like you did to me just now. I know you
will drain him of the last drop of his virility. Please don't junk me from seeing
you and him together in those beautiful moments."
She looked at me with consternation and murmured, 'Baby, how can you be
there? Your Boss hesitates even to hold my hand in front of you. Besides, I
also feel awkward even showing my basic affection to your Boss in your
presence. If you really want that I should get that close to him, you can't be
there."
I was happy that we both accepted and agreed that I wanted her to get fucked
by my Boss and that she was ready to do so.
I said despondently, clinging to her like a child and smooching her all over, "I
don't know all that honey. I won't let you leave me baby. I just want to see it.
I promised that I won't feel, think or say anything. I promise you, I won't.
You are the mastermind of all this. You have to see how you can make this
work."
My wife gesticulated pulling her hair and said in mock frustration, "My
hubby, you are an obstinate dumbo yaar. I don't know how to deal with you.
You don't understand that your Boss becomes a through gentleman with me,
the moment you are before him." Then looking at me with amused eyes, she
relented, "Alright let me see how I can pull this off."
I happily went off to sleep, leaving her wondering how she would be able to
meet my stubbornness with the Boss's reluctance to make any romantic
advances on her in my presence.
The next day, I informed the Boss that Dipa and I were ready to come and
stay with him for a few days from Friday evening onward. The Boss
pretended as if he knew what I was about to say. However, his reaction was
magical. He asked me to come to the conference room for staff meeting at 11
am that morning with all the staff members.
When I communicated the Boss's message, I had never seen earlier my
colleagues feeling happier on receiving a call for the meeting as on that day.
Earlier, whenever there was a call from the Boss for the meeting, my
colleagues got worked up in panic. They would start hurriedly preparing with
figures of their achievements and find the reasons for shortfall in their targets.
But that day the usual panic was replaced by enthusiasm and wonder at the
sudden change from despondence to optimism.
Some colleagues who had some idea about my meeting the previous evening
with the Boss asked me how the happy turn around in the situation came
about. I simply raised my index finger upward and said, "It is all the miracle
form the top (heavens)". Nobody bothered to see the picture of my wife
hanging behind me closer to the ceiling.
That day and days after that until the time for Boss to come and pick us up
arrived, things started to get back to normal. The Boss started attending the
office daily. He made it a point to come to our house after the office and
spent the evening with us. Dipa eagerly waited for us to return from the office
and would receive the Boss with a very welcome smile and a sometimes a
close hug.
In our house, after arrival, for the next one hour, Dipa and the Boss would be
lost in deep conversation which mostly centered around business and office
matters. My Boss carefully heard what Dipa said and even made notes of
some of her suggestions as if they were very important. I thought he was
doing so to please my wife. He even commented or argued on some
suggestions to my amusement. I was not greatly involved or eager to join
them and quietly slipped out.
I must admit that I watched them from behind a curtain or door cracks some
times, hoping to see some romantic action. However, barring extended
holding of hands and occasional close hugs, nothing substantial happened,
except once when I caught the Boss grabbing my wife in his arms. He
hurriedly planted a clumsy kiss on her lips and ruffled her breasts, while Dipa
made some feeble attempts laughing and feigning fright trying to relieve
herself from the Boss's clutches saying, "What are you doing Somji, Dipak
may be around."
Mention of my name left the Boss crestfallen. Looking at the Boss's
depressed face, Dipa muttered something in Boss's ears with a peck on his
lips. Boss's face brightened up. He asked Dipa, "Are you sure?" to which
Dipa nodded her face to confirm that yes she was.
I would give anything to know what the Boss asked and what my wife
confirmed. I guessed that it was perhaps a promise that when they would
reach Boss's home, Dipa would let Boss have his way with her. But I was not
sure and I did not dare ask my wife, lest she felt offended that I was spying
on her.
Friday evening arrived soon. The Boss came with his bigger car to fetch us.
Dipa was ready with quite a few of her things duly packed and ready. I was
particularly surprised that she carried some extra makeup materials, as if she
was going to participate in a drama. I did ask her why the extra makeup
materials. She looked sternly at me and did not respond. I thought it wise not
to probe further.
Dipa made tea for the Boss before getting into the car. As Boss sipped tea
Boss sad, "Servant is on leave today. Dipa will have to cook something for us
today evening.
Dipa said, "That is not a problem. Somji, I am ready to come to your house
but on one condition."
The Boss looked at Dipa puzzled. Dipa said, "I hate disorder and unclean
house. You have a lovely house, but the last time I saw it, it was in awful
condition. Your servants are not keeping the house in order. As you say your
servant is also not there today. So the first thing I would like to do after I
enter your house is to clean up the entire house. You may be my hubby's
Boss in the office, but I would like you to work with me to clean up the house
with your own hands. Is that agreed?"
I was about to protest, when Dipa interrupted looking at me waving her hand
and saying, "No, this is a non negotiable condition. No Boss business here. In
our house we are all workers." I looked at the Boss helplessly.
The Boss looked at Dipa respectfully and said, "This is what I like the most
about you, Dipa. No haggling. You want what you want and you will get it;
period." Then smiling, he caught my wife's hands and said, "Yes ma'm. I
accept your condition. I shall personally be with you cleaning the house. No
Boss business."
Dipa smiled back and said, "Let us go then."
When we reached Boss's house, the Boss asked us to stop at the main
entrance door. He opened the door and stepped in. Just by the side of the
door, there were some flower garlands, vermilion, holy red thread, a cotton
wick lamp saturated with ghee placed neatly in a stainless steel plate. The
Boss had planned all this before he came to pick us up.
The Boss said, "Normally this welcome Puja should be done by the lady of
the house. But please accept my apologies, that I have no lady of the house to
welcome you. So I am doing this to welcome you."
The Boss then lighted the lamp with a matchstick and taking the plate in his
hands did arati (rotating the lamp around the face) of Dipa and me. He then
applied tilak with vermilion on our foreheads and garlanded both of us.
Dipa quickly took another garland and garlanded my Boss and said, "Now I
am the lady of this house; at least for some days. In that capacity, I welcome
both my men in the house." Saying this she garlanded the Boss first and then
me to welcome us in. she then hugged my Boss rather intimately and then me
to welcome us both in.
As soon as we entered Boss's house, Dipa asked the Boss, "Please give Dipak
some money to go and get some groceries for the next few days." I was
surprised to find a dominating tone the way she spoke to my Boss. I saw an
expression of happiness on Boss's face hearing the ordering tone of my wife.
Dipa pulled out a paper from her bag in which was neatly written a list of
grocery items to buy from the market. She placed it in my hands. The Boss
pulled out some currency notes from his pocket and giving them to me he
said, "This should suffice I think."
I stood there waiting for Dipa to give me more instructions. However, by the
time I put the money in my pocket, she disappeared inside the house with her
suitcase to change. She came out soon enough wearing a really small short
and a loose top with nothing underneath; as I could guess.
My Boss looked bewildered at the speed with which she rushed in and came
out, having changed completely from a normal outfit into a working outfit.
She looked at the Boss sarcastically and asked, "What are you looking at? Go
inside and change. We have to start the cleaning work. I am waiting."
She looked at me standing at the door with the list and the money in my hand
and snubbed me like a college teacher, "Oh God! Are you still here? Why
don't you run down to the store and buy things I want? It will take you a good
one hour or more to finish. It is dark already. It will take me 45 minutes to
cook, after you return with the groceries. Don't tell me then that you are
hungry."
Like an obedient child, I quickly went out. I went a little distance and walked
back. I could not control my urge to see what happens between my Boss and
my wife, after I left. I hid behind the door to see how things were going after
I left them.
The Boss returned quite quickly too, wearing a boxer with nothing to cover
his hairy chest. He had a broom, and a mechanical swab. Dipa was looking at
the paintings displayed on the wall waiting for the Boss to return. She was
engrossed in closely inspecting one of the paintings when the Boss came
from behind and grabbed her in his arms from behind and pulled her close to
him. I was sure Boss's cock must have been rock hard poking into my wife's
lovely ass just hidden behind the denim.
The Boss's hands clasped her breasts over the top and squeezed them so hard
that Dipa cried out in pain, "Come on Somji; stop it. It is hurting. There is so
much work to be done. You can't do this and distract my attention. Come on
don't run away from hard work."
Somji withdrew and said, "I shall do whatever you say, but do let me play
with you a little. Soon you are going to make me sweep and swab the floors.
Please?