Adultery boss and my wife 1

[raj6556]

The next day, I went to Boss's house. I found him leafing through some
papers. He had not shaved for a few days and looked out of sorts. I went to
the Boss and asked him, "Sir, Dipa is celebrating her birthday today evening
and wants to make some dishes of your liking. She has asked me to invite
you for dinner tonight. Could you spare some time and join us in the
celebration?"
The Boss looked at me blankly for a while. Looking at his face I was almost
certain that he would decline the invitation. I was however, pleasantly
surprised to see the Boss's face brighten up slowly as he weighed my words.
He said holding my hands with a little bit of stutter in his voice, "Is it her
birthday today? Silly, I never asked her birth date before. Has Dipa invited
me? Of course, I shall be delighted to join you to wish her happy birthday."
I was greatly relieved to see Boss's reaction and prayed that my strategy
works. I then hesitatingly asked him, "Sir, would you come dressed up ..."
The Boss understood my concern and said, "Oh, you are pointing at my
appearance. Don't worry. I shall come well dressed.
Right to his promise, the Boss was there at our home at the appointed time
with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. My wife was well prepared. As soon as
the Boss came to our doorstep, she came out. She made the boss bend so that
she could garland him and apply vermillion on his forehead. She bent down
to touch his feet to take his blessings. My Boss was taken aback with this
ceremonial welcome. Offering the big bouquet to Dipa he said, "It is your
birthday Dipa. Why are you garlanding me?"
Dipa replied smiling, "It is the first time you have come to our house. You are
the chief guest today and to me you are no less than God, who saved my
father." She then proceeded to offer ceremonial arati around the Boss's face
and gave him a piece of sweet to eat. She had asked me to record the
welcome ceremony on my mobile. I was dutifully following my wife's orders
like a good husband.
The Boss appeared delighted at the reception he got in my house and looked
relaxed and almost normal. He looked around and saw beautifully floral
decorated entrance; neatly arranged furniture and house hold things. He
looked happy and smiled genuinely at us. It looked to me as if he had
unburdened some of his psychological baggage by the time he settled down
on the sofas in the living room.
The Boss looked appreciatively at carefully arranged articles in our living
room and at the entrance. He saw the meticulously manicured plants in the
pots, pictures placed just the way they should be and dust free books arranged
neatly. I smiled at him and said, "Sir Dipa spends a lot of her time in keeping
things in order and hates if any one spoils or dirties the furniture or other
things.
The Boss could not restrain himself and said enthusiastically, when Dipa was
serving him welcome glass of fruit juice, "My God, Dipak, you are a real
lucky bloke. Your wife has such versatility that is seen in very few persons,
male or female. She is not just a good house wife; she is also a good
organizer, manager and administrator." My boss seemed to be in his original
elements.
When my wife Dipa heard this and other profuse compliments from my Boss,
she blushed like a small girl with her cheeks turning red. She was unable to
raise her eyes in humility accepting Boss's compliments. I saw with some
satisfaction a ray hope at the end of a dark tunnel.
I had bought a birthday cake for my wife. All the things required for the
celebration, were placed on the dining table neatly arranged. I had also
invited two couples from our neighborhood for the cake cutting ceremony. In
the presence of the guests, the cake was cut by Dipa and she placed the first
piece of cake in my Boss's mouth and then gave it to me. The boss picked up
the remaining piece and placed it in Dipa's mouth.
After all the visitors had gone, the Boss came out with a small box in his
hands. The box contained a beautiful golden ring for Dipa. The Boss
ceremonially presented to her. It looked fairly expensive. Dipa took the box
in her hands, looked at the ring with a lot of amazement and gently retuned
the box to the Boss with an apologetic look and said, "Sir, I thank you very
much for this wonderful gift. But I cannot accept it, as it is too expensive and
is beyond our reach. As a protocol, I must accept only such gifts which I may
be able to offer to reciprocate in similar circumstances. I feel that we must
exchange reciprocally feasible gifts to avoid any one of us from getting
overly burdened."
The Boss looked at my wife with complete disbelief at the rejection of his
gift. I saw the same look of despondency and helplessness appearing on his
face, which I was so studiously trying to get rid of. Without saying a word in
response, the Boss sat down unsteadily on the sofa, placed the box on the side
table and looked down.
I looked sternly at my wife Dipa. She understood that the Boss had felt
dejected at her words and rejection of his gift; which I did not like at all. She
looked at me and saw my gross displeasure.
Dipa slowly set by the side of my Boss, took his hands into her and said, "Sir,
I cannot accept your gift unless you accept my two conditions."
The Boss raised his face and looked at my wife. She said, "The first condition
is that you will not expect any such expensive gift from me on any occasion
and the second condition is that you will place the ring on my finger and if it
does not fit, you will get it altered yourself."
The Boss's face brightened up hearing this from my wife. He held his ear
lobes and declared, "I Som hereby commit that on my birthday I shall not
expect any gift from my friend Dipa, except a flower bud."
He hurriedly opened the box, took out the ring, made Dipa give him her hand
and slid the ring onto her finger. It fitted perfectly. I clapped happily and saw
my Boss's face cheerful and mischievous as it had been long before. Dipa
blushed again feeling quite out of sorts at my Boss's profuse expression of
affection on her.
She quickly left us feigning some reasons to go the kitchen to attend some
mundane task.
Boss looked at me with sharp eyes and said, "Dipak, Dipa has been very
forthright and to the point and I greatly admire her for that. I realize that she
did not want to accept the ring because she felt that she was unable to
reciprocate the gesture. But she relented later because you did not want to
make me feel hurt and neither did she. Having said that let me be somewhat
frank with you too. I have placed the ring on your wife's finger. By no stretch
of imagination, this ring compares with the ring you must have placed on her
fingers at the time of your marriage. However, would you mind if I consider
your wife as my very good and close friend. Do you mind?"
I held my Boss's hands and said, "Boss, what are you saying? By all means,
you have all the rights over both of us. When I say all the rights, I mean all
the rights. What Dipa and I want is for you to be happy and get back to your
normal self."
The Boss looked at me; he smiled briefly, but did not say anything. I could
detect a trace of loneliness in his voice. The Boss was not his effervescent
self as I had seen him to be.
As we kept talking, Dipa served the Boss some snacks and a drink. She then
asked the Boss, what he would like as desert. The Boss said he would prefer
ice-cream.
We had not planned for ice-cream. An ice-cream vendor was close by. My
wife looked at me pointedly. I understood that she wanted me to go and fetch
ice-cream. As I got up to go she said, "If the ice-cream is not available from
the nearby stores, please take a walk. You said you wanted to go for a long
walk."
I knew my wife for long. I caught her hint that I need not come back in a
hurry. She needed to talk to my Boss alone. I slipped out, walked some
distance and returned home hurriedly. I did not enter the house but stood at
half closed door of the drawing room and peeped inside. It was dark by then.
I saw Dipa in the kitchen doing something, with the Boss standing behind her
watching her from behind. Obviously, the Boss was looking at my wife's
shapely ass covered in her sari. As she moved, her buttocks moved
tantalizingly giving a wonderful view to the feasting eyes of my Boss. They
were talking something which I could not hear.
When Dipa turned around to get something, my wife almost collided with the
Boss. He had moved so close to her that, it was almost impossible for her to
turn without bumping on my Boss. Unable to control her balance Dipa
stumbled and fell on the Boss, when in a quick reflexive action; my Boss
stretched his arms to catch her from falling.
My puzzled wife fell in my Boss's outstretched arms, as the Boss lowered his
head and widened his base by stretching his legs apart to maintain his own
balance and not to let Dipa fall down. The scene resembled the famous pair
of Raj Kapoor and Nargis in one of the films, which then became the emblem
of R.K.Studios of Bollywood. They both remained in that position for almost
a minute and a half, as the Boss did not shift his position and my wife did not
stand up to come out of my Boss's arms. Boss's eyes and face expressions
must have been full of lust. My wife was looking sharply into his eyes trying
to read Boss's mind and face expressions.
Dipa and Boss remained in that position for quite a length of time. It raised
the temperature of the environment in the room. Dipa's face had turned red as
she blushed looking at the Boss's lustful expressions. After a few minutes,
when the Boss lowered his head to bring his lips close to my wife's, Dipa
tried to raise her body to be straight. As the Boss was trying to close the gap,
Dipa laughed out loud and quickly disengaging herself from Boss's grasp, she
said, "Sir, my! You are a fast one! You saved me from falling! God! I have a
real Casanova now to protect me!"
The Boss felt embarrassed at the mildly admonishing tone of my wife.
Looking sheepishly at her, the Boss said, "I am really sorry Dipa. I have lost
balance of senses since the last few weeks. I could not control myself dear. I
did not mean to offend you."
In spite of his trying to control his emotions, a tear fell down from Boss's
eyes. He moved away from Dipa trying to go outside to the door in the porch
to hide his tears; where I stood hiding and watching happenings inside

what a story.. dipa garland boss.. she touch his feet.. she feed first piece of cake to boss . boss put finger in Dipa finger she  ask husband to record this. 

Dipa treating boss like her husband.. any traditional wife willtreat hubby like that.. Dipa is awesome combination of modern girl and traditional girl..

boss seeking permission of hubby to become best frirmd of Dipa.  and when no one was there boss ogling Dipa bums.. what a natural writing.. lovely