Adultery boss and my wife 1

[raj6556]

I was not a fool not to notice my Boss frequently stealing glances and looking
down intently between the exposed parts of the globes on my wife's chest. He
must be marveling at the swollen breasts projecting out of her blouse and bra.
In her excitement to talk to such an interested listener, my wife Dipa was
hardly attentive to notice my Boss's stares targeted at strategic locations of
her body. She kept talking animatedly answering Boss's questions and adding
her own wisdom to it; to the delight of my elated Boss.
My Boss listened to her with rapt attention; as if he was hearing an earth
shaking invention that was going to change the world. He did not spare any
efforts to ask elementary questions and seriously asked for her opinions on
them. He then listened patiently her reply. I was not sure if he was focused on
Dipa's reply or her assets. However, he kept praising her profusely for the
wealth of knowledge she had. That made Dipa all the more excited.
It did not need a special expertise to guess that my Boss was hitting on my
wife. He did seem to have developed a crush on her. He seemed to have
fallen for her lock stock and barrel. When I was busy watching TV, the Boss
occasionally caught Dipa's hands and squeezed them gently as if to express
his excitement. Dipa kept smiling and talking endlessly with a great deal of
enthusiasm as was her habit.
Their talk had to be terminated as soon as the Boss's wife reentered the room.
Seeing her husband talking to my pretty wife with so much enthusiasm,
Boss's wife looked at us with a big, almost hostile frown on her face. Dipa
turned quiet on her entrance. Boss sheepishly announced that the dinner was
served. Boss's wife Shikha retreated into her bedroom without speaking a
word but throwing an ugly look at my wife Dipa. It was obvious that she
hated Boss's colleagues. Obviously, she also did not like Boss's attention to
Dipa.
Barring Dipa's heart to heart talks with my Boss on almost all the topics on
earth, the dinner was boring and almost an unpleasant affair. On our way
home, but for Dipa's chatter about all management topics she had discussed
with my Boss, I would have fallen asleep.
Dipa was surprised at the rudeness with which my Boss's wife treated us and
also my Boss. She said that she would never visit Boss's house again as long
as his wife was there.
Two things happened a few weeks after that turned our life around. Dipa's
father had a severe heart stroke and had to be operated upon for his heart
condition. He had to be admitted to an expensive hospital. Dipa's brother ran
out of money and was short of Rs. 5 Lacs (about US$ 70.000.00). Dipa knew
that we had no such savings. I told her that there was only one person who
could help us out and that was my Boss. However, I was hesitant to ask him
for such a big amount. I was almost certain that he would regret his inability.
However, Dipa was not discouraged. She said she would talk to my Boss.
The next day Dipa came to my office. She went to my Boss's room and told
him about her father's sickness. Dipa was quite emotional. Her pleas for
money made my Boss emotional too. The Boss asked for one day's time.
The next day Dipa and my Boss went to my Boss's bank. My wife was
surprised that my Boss broke off his fixed deposit of Rs. 15 Lacs. In the
process he must have suffered quite a loss of interest amount. When the Boss
started filling forms for transferring Rs. 7 Lacs to Dipa's account; she
objected and said, "Boss I want only Rs. 5 Lacs."
Boss said, "There are many unforeseen expenses in the hospital and it is
better to have some spare amount to pay for such expenses. After paying all
the bills if you find that you have some surplus, please return the surplus
amount to me.
The Boss was proved right. Dipa's brother told her that the final bill was
higher and an additional amount of Rs. One lac had to be paid. When Dipa
returned after the operation, she came to our office and went to the Boss's
cabin to thank him with a cheque for the surplus amount.
I ushered her in the Boss's office. When the Boss got up to receive her in the
office, she was choked with emotions. She ran to the amazement of my Boss
and hugged him hard. Gripping my Boss in her embrace, Dipa cried out loud
almost hysterically. The Boss almost staggered on his feet with the force of
my wife's hug. They hugged for a few seconds. Completely embarrassed; my
Boss kept caressing my wife's back, not knowing what to say.
After separating from him, Dipa composed herself and said to my Boss,
"Boss, we are indeed grateful to you for having loaned this amount. Was it
not for your timely help, I do not know how we would have managed the
money and paid the hospital bills. In all probability, we would have skipped
the operation with possible disastrous consequences for my father. You are
savior of my father's life. I do not know how I would ever be able to return
the favor."
My Boss stood embarrassed looking at my emotional wife and said, "Dipa, its
ok. It was my duty and I have not done you any favor."
Dipa asked Boss how we could return the money borrowed. Boss said, "Dipa,
I am a businessman and I know how not just to recover the money but collect
the interest from you too."
When Dipa stood perplexed trying to guess what the Boss meant, "My Boss
patted her on her shoulder and said, "Don't misunderstand me Dipa. I do not
want you to worry about returning the money. I do not want you to strain
your budget. I know your hubby is quite capable of paying the money back to
me by earning the incentives from his higher sales and collection of payments
from customers. This amount of Rs. 6 Lacs can be recovered from his
incentives in about three years. I have ideas on how I will recover more than
the money paid. And don't worry, there are no strings attached. So relax."
My Boss was quite confident that I shall earn enough for the company to
recover such a big amount borrowed. Dipa looked immensely relieved
hearing this from the Boss. She was worried for the past few days on how we
shall payback this big amount.
Dipa went to my Boss and hugged him again and said with more tears in her
eyes, "I do not know what to say sir. If ever I could do anything for you,
kindly just ask."
The Boss looked at Dipa and asked smiling, "Can I ask anything? Will you
do it for me? Do you promise?"
Dipa looked at my Boss apprehensively. But having committed just a few
moments back, tried to put a brave face in her voice and said, "Yes sir, I will
do anything you ask of me."
My Boss smiled and said, "Yes, I want something from you. You can stop
calling me Sir or Boss. My name is Som. Call me Som. That is what you
need to do."
From that day on, my wife became the biggest fan of my Boss. Whenever she
had the slightest opportunity, she would start praising his generosity and
kindness.
One night in bed she asked me how I was doing in sales. She reminded me
that we had to pay back Boss's loans. She said, "Dipak, in today's world
nobody ever loans anyone including his relatives, such a big amount. He has
not even taken a receipt or got any documents signed by us. Indeed he has
tremendous confidence in your capability to earn enough incentives to
payback his dues. This is not a small thing."
I replied, "Dipa darling, do you know that my Boss had saved that amount to
buy a property for the new office? This was his much needed saving, which
he paid to us. He broke up his deposit and his dream of buying that much
needed office. You did not notice one important thing honey."
My wife looked at me and asked, "What?"
"He may have trusted me somewhat, but he trusted YOU much more. He paid
money because YOU went there to ask for the money. He is very much
impressed with you. It is a fact that had I gone asking for the money, he
would perhaps politely regretted." I replied.
My wife Dipa looked at me sternly and asked, "What makes you think so? I
went there only because you hesitated to go to him. I was prepared for his
refusal. I would not have been shocked, if he had refused; because no one
would trust a colleague with so much money without any documentation.
What could he do if you change your job? Or change your mind and refuse to
pay? But I was determined to try and succeeded."
I said, "You have answered your own question. You said nobody would have
trusted his colleague with such a big amount. Then why did the Boss pay?
Because YOU went to him and he trusted YOU. He could not have refused
you. He is sold on your persona and I suspect has a crush on you. Don't you
think so?"
She smiled a little embarrassed. It was more of a blush than a smile. Then she
was quiet for a few seconds. She then nodded her head slightly as if she had
reached some conclusion. However, she did not respond.
I continued, "We are so indebted to him for what he has done that whatever
we do, we shall not be able to really repay his debt, even if we pay off the
amount. Nobody trusts anybody these days for such a big amount and that too
without any collateral or documentation."
Dipa said looking at the ceiling as if the answer would come from there,
"True. What can we do for such a big man really?" she appeared to ask the
question to herself.
I said, "Look, you can't refuse that he has a solid crush on you. He has gone
bonkers on your breasts, ass and all that. You can get him to do anything you
want."
My wife appeared a bit irritated initially, but then laughed blushing a little
and said, "Jealous hubby, aren't you? Just think. Look at him, he is so smart,
handsome wonderfully attractive and his wife? She is just the opposite. I
don't know why he married her in the first place? Well she may be good
looking but look how she keeps herself? He could have got any girl he
wanted. That is why perhaps, he appears sad. Perhaps that is the reason why
he may have a crush on me, if at all. You must have noticed, his wife's face
resembles mine somewhat."
I interrupted her and said, "Perhaps he is hoping to get from you what he
could not get from his wife."
She sighed ruefully and said, "This is life! I do not want anything from your
Boss. He has saved my Dad's life and that is more than enough for me. I am
at a loss wondering how I would ever repay for his kind gesture. If he feels
happy looking at me for some moments, well, that is fine with me. What is a
big deal?"
I said, "Well whatever. I have seen him ogling at your cleavage, whenever
you bend down to serve him."
Dipa was quite cheesed off see me making such tongue in cheek comments.
She said in an irritated voice, "Don't be a prude! Have I not seen you ogling
at other women, when you have had the slightest opportunity? Your Boss is
far better than you. Look at his wife! She has hardly any breasts to speak of. I
have such handful of breasts, yet do you miss any opportunity to ogle at
others' wives? You men are all like that. But unfortunately, we women can't
live without you guys! This ogling business is nothing new for me. I am used
to men ogling at my breasts, my ass and all that. Poor Boss! His wife seemed
so boring and disenchanted with her hubby! So if your poor Boss ogles at my
boobs, so be it. If you have any problem, tell me. I shall stay away from your
Boss. You should not troll a good man like your Boss, for that." My wife
concluded with mock anger on her face.
I dreamt that night that my Boss came home when I was on tour and fucked
my wife. I creamed out in my pajama on the bed. I realized that I am a
voyeur, one who is interested to have his wife fucked by someone else. I was
getting horny imagining my wife in the bed with some other male (hopefully
my Boss).
Dipa was so overwhelmed by the generosity of my Boss that on any festive
occasion such as his birthday or any festival, she would not miss to send him
some gift and called him on phone to greet him. Once when the Boss's wife
was away, she cooked meals for him and sent it through me. My Boss too did
not miss an occasion or a festival to send Dipa a gift or called her on phone.
Obviously their phone call chats lasted a few minutes. I got a strong feeling
that some kind of mutual attraction was building up between them over the
past few months.
Things were going on nicely for quite a while. However, not long after a
problematic development caused quite a stir in the office. Rumors started
trickling in of serious misunderstanding between the Boss and his wife. As a
consequence, the brightness and shine from the face of my Boss started
diminishing. The Boss, who was toiling day and night to get the business and
please our clients, suddenly started losing interest in business and became so
dull and indifferent that alarm bells started ringing in the market place.
Our clients started grumbling and sales started falling. My incentives took a
big hit. There was a scene of despondency in our office. On top of this all we
got the shocking news that the Boss's wife left him and slapped the Boss with
a notice for divorce. That perhaps was the last straw. The Boss was shattered.
He was left alone to live in that big house of his.
I stared at a very bleak future in front of me. I realized then how much my
Boss contributed to my success. It was not the matter of incentives then. It
was a matter of keeping the job. We were facing a situation of complete
failure of our company, which only a few months ago was labeled as a bright
star the sky of the corporate world.
A delegation from the company's financers visited us one day. They were
grossly disappointed and a bit angry too at our sudden downturn. They talked
to the Boss about the situation. But after they left, I found no difference in
Boss's behavior. It was clear to us then that if things did not change we were
staring at the closure of our operations and loss of jobs for all of us.
This went on for a month or so. The Boss did not visit the office for days on
end. All were desperate. My colleagues knew of my relations with the Boss.
They asked me to make a final attempt to get the Boss to come to the office
and resume the command of the business, like earlier days. I was at a loss to
think about how to make the Boss see reason and motivate him to get back to
work with the same zeal and enthusiasm.
Anyway, not with much confidence in my heart, I went the next morning to
my Boss's house. There was eerie silence in the house. Boss's servant
received me with a smug face and asked me to sit. He then told me that the
Boss was upstairs. He said he had been drinking since the morning and would
not allow him to enter his room.
When I asked him to tell me all that happened in detail, the servant cried out
saying that the Boss cared so much for Madam (Shikha)> However, she
treated Boss badly. Finally they fought bitterly and she left. She then served a
divorce notice on the Boss. He said that the notice broke the Boss down.
The servant went up to tell the Boss that I was there. Boss called me up and
asked the servant to leave. I noticed that Boss was not in the state of mind to
talk to me coherently. He blabbered and spoke as if I was not there. He
shouted as if I was his wife and threatened me that he would kill me. The
next moment he saw me, came to me and said, "Dipak, never trust a woman. I
gave Shikha every bit of my love and consideration. But she did not care and
did not deserve it. I wish I had slapped her hard. I wish I had spanked her. I
wish I had killed her." I was horrified at Boss's condition.
I was about to return, when Boss caught my shoulder and asked me, "What
made you come here Dipak?"
I told him that everybody in the office was concerned about the state of
affairs and they would like him to come to the office and brief the staff about
the things. Boss assured me that he would come to the office. I was not sure
if what he said registered on his mind.
Boss did come to the office the next day. However, there was no energy in
his steps and no zing in his voice. Usually, the Boss called our female
colleagues affectionately as "Baby, Darling, Honey, Sweetie" etc. However,
that day he just looked at them and just said, "Hi". He barely smiled and I
could see that his smile also did not come from within. It looked as though it
was not our Boss, it was his ghost.
In the office, the Boss asked me perfunctorily about Dipa. To lighten the air, I
told him that that morning Dipa had rushed and jumped into my arms seeing
a cockroach in the bathroom. When I talked about the incident, I was
surprised to see my Boss pepped up. He almost laughed and I saw on his face
a smile and some enthusiasm that was missing earlier. I was a bit puzzled. I
wondered if it was the mention of Dipa that injected some life into the Boss. I
was not sure. As soon as the talk slipped onto some other topics and the staff
members came in and started asking him about his wife, I saw the Boss
relapsing into the morose state that he was in earlier.
That day in the evening at home, I accidently saw the video that I had shot of
Dipa dancing energetically with the Boss. I suddenly remembered my Boss's
words: "Dipak, your wife Dipa is like a flash of lightening of life. She is so
enthusiastic and sexy that she has the ability to inject life into a dead body."
I recollected the incident in the office of my Boss's sudden enthusiasm
hearing about Dipa from me and kept thinking repeatedly of his words after
the dance.
Suddenly an idea struck me like thunderbolt. I was seeing the possibility of
bringing my Boss back into the original fervor, if my idea worked. I realized
that my wife Dipa was perhaps the elixir to inject life into my Boss's deathly
attitude. I was not sure that my idea would work, but there was no harm in
trying. Why not get my Boss to meet Dipa once again? May be he would be
more enthusiastic. May be he would like to get to know my wife better. May
be with greater association with my wife, the Boss could gradually return to
his old ways?
I considered the idea from various angles and each time the conclusion was
the same. The idea was worth trying. I felt that there was a ray of light at the
end of the tunnel of despair. Perhaps I had found the key to our company's
sliding fortunes. However, for my ideas to be put into practice, I needed
cooperation of my wife. I also did not know of the risks involved. I decided
to take the risk.
That night in bed, I asked my wife, "Darling, you have been repeatedly
saying that if you could do anything, anything at all, for the Boss; that would
a great pleasure. Are you still sure of that?"
Dipa looked at me with a bit of surprise in her eyes and asked, "Of course, I
am sure. But why do you ask?"
I said, "There was a time, when we needed his help and he did not lose time
in giving it instantaneously. Now he needs our help and we have to prove that
we should not be wanting in helping him. You have a very important role to
play in this."
Dipa looked at me with a surprise in her eyes. She asked, "Me? What in the
God's name can I do for such a big man? Of course, nothing will give me
greater pleasure than to help him, if I can."
I said, "That day we needed the Boss and today the Boss needs us and
particularly your help."
After saying that I narrated the complete story about the Boss's wife leaving
him plunging his life into turmoil, shattering him completely. I told her about
the Boss's terrible condition, his internal turmoil and his severe anger against
his wife. I also described how our entire office had been devastated by his
absence and lack of interest. How our sales had nose-dived and my own
incentives had evaporated. It was the question of our jobs unless the Boss
bounced back with his old zeal and fervor.
Dipa looked at me with concern in her eyes. She asked, "Well, it really is sad
to know all this. I had a premonition about that woman. She was never
suitable for your Boss. But where do I come in this?"
I said, "When I mentioned your name and a little about you just casually in
our talk today in the office, Boss's face brightened up and for a few moments,
he appeared to be back in his original element. It looked as if he was keen to
hear more about you. That gave me an idea that perhaps the key to Boss's
bouncing back to his original self was in your hands. If you try to talk him
into coming back to his original self; that would be a great boon for the entire
office, including my own career. I am afraid that if the Boss continued like
this, we are all doomed and the company, which has been making good
profits, will be ruined and we shall lose our jobs. We shall also not be able to
repay our loans including the loan we have taken from the Boss."
Dipa's face brightened up at the prospect of being able to do something for
the Boss. However, soon after, her eyebrows contracted and she appeared
deeply thoughtful. After some time, she said, "Well, I don't know how my
meeting him, spending some time with him can change him. But I can
certainly try, if you feel that it can. May be it will take more than talking to
the Boss. I don't really know what I can do. I know he has feelings for me
that exceed casual acquaintance."
Dipa was silent for some time. After that she turned to me and asked me,
"Look, from what you have told me, it looks like your Boss had a severe
shock of his wife leaving him like this. As I know your Boss's wife from the
brief encounters I had with her, she is very arrogant and curt and your Boss's
reaction on her leaving the house seems gross over reaction. I cannot
understand that."
After she finished, she was quiet again. She closed her eyes for a while. I let
her think over the matter. It took about 15 minutes of deathly silence while I
was fidgeting in my bed, waiting for her to speak. She opened her eyes and
again looked at the ceiling for a few minutes. Then she looked at me direct
into my eyes and said, "There must be some reason for Boss's such behavior.
The matter seems more complex than it appears on the surface. It is a delicate
subject and I need to talk to him quietly in harmonious environment alone for
some time. Can you call the Boss tomorrow for dinner? Tell him that it is my
birthday tomorrow and I shall prepare some special dishes of his choice. It is
my strong desire that the Boss must come and join us. Let us see what
happens then.

boss was now holding Dipa hand.. and she don't objrct..she is allowing it.  what is suspicious that boss doing this when husband is looking away.. or when his wife shhikha is not there..

boss asking Dipa questions and then stealingstealing glances at her when she is talking.. Dipa talking animatedly.. it must be erotic to watch her movement when she is busy in talking.   look like boss is in love with her

boss give her money.. 7 lakh.. wow.. he is in love with her.. you must be careful..

and shikha leave boss and now Dipa inviting him for dinner.. both Dipa and boss have feeling for eacg other.. its not lust look like they have feeling..