Adultery boss and my wife 1

[NityaSakti]

That was second time that the Boss expressed his rage for his wife. By the time, Boss completed the sentence; his eyes were moist. I had never seen my strong Boss so vulnerable. Neither my wife had. In fact, in her mind perhaps, my Boss was a strong humane, virile male, far removed from the person standing in front of her.

Dipa had no words to say. She could not see my Boss in such a desolate state. She looked at the Boss empathically. Tears welled up in her eyes too. The Boss took Dipa's one hand in his hands and said, "In this darkness all around, I see in you a ray of hope; a person, whom I can possibly call my own. The moment I see you I forget that I am a deserted person. I am moved by a feeling of romantic happiness and love that I cannot describe. Something happens to me inside. No woman has been able to arouse me like you do. I know that you are married. But I am helpless. If I do something stupid, please snub me, if you wish, I won't feel bad at all. But please do not throw me out of your life."

Dipa kept looking at him. She held his hand and tried to pull him up to make him stand. The Boss stood up gingerly. Dipa pulled him in her arms and cuddling him and fondling him like a small kid, said, "Firstly, do not say such terrible things. I can never scold you, leave alone snubbing you and no question of deserting you. We are now intimate friends. Do you know the meaning of intimate friendship?"

My Boss quickly recovered and said, "Ya, I know. You told me that earlier. Intimate friend is one with whom you can share everything. You do not hide anything from your intimate friend. You do not hesitate to tell or do anything with your intimate friend."

Dipa said smilingly, "wow! You remember that almost verbatim. Good. So now listen, do you really wish so much that you should have thrashed her? Ok. Then I shall see what can be done baby! Don't talk about it now. For now, understand that if she has gone, so what? I am here for you baby!"

Boss shuffled a little uncomfortably. He came closer to Dipa and said in a very agitated voice, "Dipa, you should not hate me for it, but I was so upset that I got a gun from somewhere and wanted to shoot her and then shoot myself! The gun is still there in my room in a dressing table drawer. You can see it if you don't believe me. But then I somehow managed to control myself and bought some blank cartridges and to control my anger, I fired some blanks at her picture."

Dipa instinctively pulled my Boss and pressed Boss's head onto her bosom. Boss's eyes were closed as he felt my wife's breasts on his cheeks; of course through the wet sweat shirt she was wearing. I was sure he would not able to resist the temptation of kissing her boobs having been able to come so close to them near his mouth.

Dipa said, "Somji, when there is an opportunity, do let out your anger on Shikha to your heart's content. Abuse her, thrash her, and shoot her with your gun. But please control yourself now."

Boss's eyes bulged out in disbelief. He looked into my wife's eyes and asked, "What do you mean? Do you mean I can have my revenge on her? How? How can I slap her? Come on, don't kid me. She has gone and gone forever! How can I slap or thrash her? I don't think that she will come back. Even if she wants to, I don't want her back." Boss unloaded a heap of questions.

Dipa stood composed and said, "Somji, if you strongly desire anything, chances are you will get it. Destiny arranges for it. But she is not worth remembering. You are not alone. I am there for you. Even while she was here, you never had a wife in her. Did she perform as your wife? No. But now, I am here for you."

Boss looked at Dipa bewildered. Then spoke with a little sobriety, "Dipa what are you saying? You mean you will perform the role of Shikha for me? Do you really love me so much? I mean, will you...? You mean you will even...?" Boss left his sentence hanging meaningfully looking into my wife's eyes.

Like a mature, experienced woman, Dipa understood what the Boss meant and without any hesitation nodded her head in confirmation and said, "Yes Somji, I am here for you from right now, as long as, as much as; in any whatever way you want, whenever and wherever you want me. I am not going to go away in a hurry."

Boss could not believe his ears and asked, "Dipa, you mean you will be there for me tonight...?"

Dipa nodded her head smiling. Boss asked, "But what about your hubby?"

Dipa smiled and winked at the Boss mischievously and said, "My hubby? Well, He is a darling. He never disturbs me when he has a few drinks under his belt. Sleeps like a log. More than two drinks work on him like anesthesia. Either he vomits or he passes out. If he vomits, it is good. Because then he has food. But if he falls asleep, he does not wake up even if you beat drums in his ears the whole night. I always made him drink more when I did not feel like sex and he did. After he had a few drinks, even if I slept naked and I played with him the whole night, he would never wake up. You know what I mean Somji?"

My wife looked at Somji. She then added meaningfully, "Well by the way Somji, won't you throw a party tonight in celebration for our get-together? Won't you offer my hubby some special drinks from your bar? My hubby is looking forward to it. You have to take care of him tonight." Dipa winked at the Boss.

Boss's face brightened up. Dipa had given him a clear hint. It was a hint for me too. She wanted me to get drunk. So my wife poured cold water over my desire to see their loving adventures for the night. Boss kissed Dipa's boobs and said in teasing voice, "I am going down to arrange for some pizza and burgers from outside. Don't waste your energy tonight in cooking Dipa. You will need a lot of it tonight."

Dipa smiled back at the Boss, winked again and said, "I know. I won't."

Dipa should have been pleased to see the turn in Boss's mood. However, I saw her deep in thoughts. She appeared concerned about something.

Boss leaned forward took Dipa in his arms and kissed Dipa on her lips. Dipa appeared a bit tentative. However, she went into Boss's arms and let him kiss her. I do not know for how long they kissed or if there were some other romantic adventures between them, because before they could finish, I moved away from the door. I did not want to get caught peeping on them.

I quickly rushed down and was sitting on a sofa waiting for my wife and Boss to come down. The Boss had bathed, changed into his casuals and came down. He saw me sitting on the chair waiting. We greeted each other.

There was a ring of the door bell. Food ordered by the Boss had arrived. I set the food on the dining table and we waited for Dipa to come down.

Dipa finally came down the stairs. She looked ravishingly beautiful. She looked like a model in a nightie advertisement. She was wearing a night gown and a towel cap on her head to dry her wet hair. All her curves were prominently displayed in that flowing gown. It looked pretty clear that she was wearing nothing underneath.

I felt like jumping on her setting her on the dining table with her legs spread apart, hanging down, lifting her gown up above her thighs and drill her with my rod at that very moment. If that could happen to me, what must be going through my Boss's mind was not difficult to guess. I was sure he must have fucked her almost daily in his dreams. He was perhaps doing that at that time too. He must have spurted out his virility shaking his manhood vigorously, thinking about my wife in his bedroom or washroom many a time.

I could see all those emotions in his wide open eyes. It was obvious in lustful stealthy expression on his face. How could I blame him for it? Dipa had probably carefully tossed her wet hair on her body carelessly. She had carefully wetted her night gown at the right spots, perhaps to give the effect that she wanted to create on my Boss.

Dipa saw my Boss looking at her shapely features with wide open eyes, in spite of herself, she blushed. She did not care that I was watching her and my Boss. Her two mounds were perfectly positioned up right with their nipples hard and erect protruding sharply out and almost being clearly visible with their brown color and puckered areolas. They looked eager to be sucked, shaking just a bit erotically as she moved about.

The most erotic area of her body was between her shapely thighs. One could just visualize the deep valley between those gorgeous trunks. I could just imagine what must be going through my Boss's mind as he looked at her vantage points. When Dipa turned around less perhaps to fetch something and more perhaps to let us view her best asset, I saw her lovely ass that was just the shape of a French artists' dream imagination. I could almost see her ass crack between those sensual cheeks.

Dipa blushed seeing me and the Boss staring lustfully at her. She tried modestly to adjust her gown so as not to allow her contours to be prominently visible. I doubt if she was at all successful. Her gown was perhaps revealing her body more than covering it.

To divert his attention from getting caught watching my wife's shapely figure under that more revealing than covering gown, my Boss coughed up a little and said, "I did not want you to strain yourself by cooking food, tonight. So we have dinner on the table."

She saw me seating on the sofa. She asked, "Come on, let us quickly finish what Somji has ordered and go to bed. I am tired. I quickly ran and collected three plates and other crockery and laid the table.

Boss said, "Dipak, I want to tell you something today. Both of your coming and deciding to stay with me for a few days in this very trying time for me has touched me deeply. I am overwhelmed with so much emotion, that I can't describe in words. I feel that you are not just a colleague, you are a very good, not just very good, you are an intimate friend." The Boss looked at Dipa when he said that.

I just knew what exactly he meant when he said that and why he looked at Dipa when he said that.

I immediately replied back, "Boss, is not Dipa also one of your intimate friends?"

Turning to Dipa, Boss said, "Of course, Dipa is indeed my very intimate friend. I was a bit hesitant to say that because I thought you might mind."

I held Boss's hands affectionately and said, "Boss, Dipa and I are privileged to be your intimate friends. You do not need to hesitate to say or ask us to do anything at all for you. Please remember this and I mean it. As far as Dipa is concerned, well of course, I am her husband. However, I have no hesitation in saying that you have the same right over her as I have. Boss, please I mean it. Boss, I would like Dipa to care for you, just as she cares for me, period."

The Boss looked at me a little surprisingly. He said, "Dipak, it is indeed very nice of you to say that. Of course I will not hesitate to say or ask you or Dipa for anything I want."

Moving toward his bar, Boss said, "Today evening I want to propose a toast in celebration to our get together and many more future get-togethers." Boss got up and brought three glasses and a bottle of Champagne.

I wanted to express my great delight at the Boss's proposal. I said, "Boss that is so wonderful of you. It is a long time since I have had Champagne to drink."

The Boss popped up a cork and out flew the foaming bubbling Champagne from the bottle. The Boss poured me a generous drink and poured a little in his own and something in Dipa's glass too. Dipa stood up and said, "Somji, I won't drink. I am not used to drinking."

I emptied the glass and placed the empty glass on the table. Boss poured one more generous drink, which I quickly gulped. Boss brought a bottle of Scotch whisky and placed it on the table top.

My wife stopped the Boss and said, "Boss, please do not pour him more. If he drinks more, he will be drunk and will pass out in no time. He cannot hold his drink."

My Boss looked at me and said, "Dipak is that true? I know you can hold your drink man! You are a strong man. Aren't you?" He asked.

I said as if I was getting pepped up by my Boss's challenge, I said, "Come on Dipa, I can hold my drink." I gulped my drink in one shot. It was very good drink. I felt I can have another one.

I placed the empty glass on the table. I could easily guess that my Boss wanted me to get drunk. I knew he did not want me to remain awake when he and Dipa would get together in the night. I wanted to let him think that I was getting drunk. I let him pour one more similarly. I was getting buzzed. I was not asleep. When the Boss offered me one more drink, I said, "Boss I think I am drunk. If I have any more drinks I may fall flat on my face and will get knocked out for the night. I might not be able to get up in the morning until late."

The Boss however, insisted that I have one more drink. He said, "You can sleep as much you want Dipak. If required, I shall lift you up on my shoulder and take you to your bed. Besides, there is no hurry to get up early tomorrow morning. It is a holiday. You can sleep as long as you want. Am I right Dipa? Boss asked Dipa looking in her direction.

"Yes Somji, as you say. But it will be better; if you do not give him any more drink." Dipa said.

I got up and told Dipa, "Do you think I cannot hold my drink? I will have one more Boss. If you don't mind."

Boss said, "With pleasure Dipak." Boss poured me one more drink and I finished that too. Gosh! I wanted to remain awake, but since I could not resist the temptation of drinking, it was difficult for me to keep awake.

Boss had turned on music and he asked me to dance with Dipa. Dipa got up and extended her hand. I was not in a position to dance and said apologetically, "Boss, I can't dance. I think I am too drunk to dance. But please go ahead and dance with Dipa. I would rather sit here and watch."

Boss stretched his arms and Dipa went into them easily. Boss and my wife began dancing. I stretched on the chair and soon I pretended as if I was too drunk and fell asleep. Well I was drunk and feeling sleepy too. Dipa saw me snoring on the chair fully stretched. She hurriedly left the Boss and came to me and asked, "Dipak, are you ok? Don't fall asleep please, you have to eat something." She shook me up. I was drunk, I think. I pretended as if I was fast asleep. Once when the Boss was not looking, I opened my eyes and winked at Dipa.

Dipa smirked at me and pinched my waist hard. I could not even shout as I did not want my Boss to get alarmed at what was happening.

Dipa shook me up saying, "Come on Dipak, we have to eat before we go to bed. Wake up. It's not time to sleep."

Had I been asleep, I would have woken up. I was however just drowsy but not asleep pretending to have passed out. I did not move. Dipa also feigned as if she was trying hard to wake me up. Finally she gave up and told Boss, "Somji, it is useless. I told you not to make him drunk. He would not wake up now. My hubby has passed out for the whole night now. I cautioned you not to do it. He can't control when he is offered good booze."

I could imagine feeling of glee on the Boss's face, which he might be trying hard to suppress. He said ruefully, "I know Dipa. I am sorry. I did not realize that he would just pass out like this. Dipak said he could hold his drink. I believed him."

Dipa said, "That is alright Somji. Let us lay my hubby on the sofa and have dinner. After dinner, we shall have to haul him up to our bedroom."

With a small gap in my arm over my eyes, I could see Boss lovingly baby feeding Dipa with his hands. Dipa too reciprocated Boss's gesture. It looked like two young lovers were cooing each other.

They quickly finished dinner. My Boss said, "Dipa, let me haul your hubby up to your room while you finish your kitchen chores."

Boss pushed his arms under my armpit and lifted me up from my shoulders and walked up the stairs with surprising ease. I did not make any attempt at walking up and almost got dragged myself to my room. He gently laid me on the bed, set me down properly and covered me up with the blanket. He returned after switching off the lights. As soon as he was gone, I was a bit drowsy but managed to get up and moved out of the room hiding behind the walls to see down.

Dipa had almost finished her kitchen chores and was getting ready to move up. My Boss came behind Dipa and grabbed her up in his arms. Dipa looked behind and said, "Somji, give me a few minutes. We have to finish cleaning the kitchen. If you want me to go up quickly, help me."

My Boss looked at Dipa's stern face and quickly joined her in cleaning up the kitchen platform. He swabbed the floor and the table top. Dipa washed, dried and arranged all the utensils properly and washed her hands. She set herself on a dining chair waited for the Boss to finish. Soon the kitchen and the dining room were spick and span.

Boss came to Dipa and stood like an intern in front of his mentor. Dipa took Boss's hands in her hands and said, "Good boy. Ok then, we call it a day."

She stood up and went to switch off the lights of the living room. After she had switched off all the ground floor lights, leaving a dim one on, Boss lifted her up easily in his arms. Dipa blushed at the Boss's blatant act and eagerness to have her.

Dipa must have wondered at the Boss's strength as he effortlessly lifted her up in his strong arms and climbed up the steps swiftly. Dipa could feel Boss's strong and hard biceps on her arms and back. She could feel Boss's broad chest on her cheeks. While in Boss's arms, Dipa could not take her eyes off Boss's charming face. She was enamored by Boss's sexy manly muscular presence and mannerism. She ruffled Boss's hair and caressed his nose and lips as the Boss was climbing up the stairs and taking her to his bedroom.

I did not want to get caught. I quickly withdrew and rushed back to my room. I lay on bed waiting for them to come up.

I knew that for Dipa this was going to be a rare experience when she was going to be seduced by someone other than her husband. Before marriage and perhaps occasionally after marriage also, she might have been flirted with, smooched here and there; but never genuinely seduced by any other man. For her, I was the only man in her life. Dipa must have had goose pimples thinking about what the night held in store for her and what the solid muscular build Boss could do to her through the night. I wondered that she must have shuddered thinking of estimating the size of his cock.

However, Dipa had a lot more on her mind than to think about just that. She had been given a task by her hubby and she had planned out well to ensure that she would not fail.

When they reached the doors of Boss's bedroom, I heard Dipa ask Boss to take her to my room. The Boss walked to the room where I was. He was puzzled. Pointing at me Dipa said, "Somji, look, it is a fact that irrespective of our relationship, I am and will remain his wedded wife. As a commitment to my relationship with him, I would not like to do anything at all, particularly relating to our relationship; without his knowledge. It is true that Dipak would not wake up whatever you do or however loud I cry or moan tonight. However, I want to have the satisfaction that whatever I did, I did it in his presence. Would that not turn you on too? Besides, has he not told you that you have all the rights over me as my husband has?" She asked.

I felt a surge of emotion in my heart. My wife had not forgotten the promise she had made to me that she will try to let me witness the romantic action between them.

Boss shrugged his shoulders and said, "I would rather that we are in another room. It is just psychological. He has given me all the rights over you, yet there will always be a feeling of guilt, if we are together in the night in his presence. I am his Boss and there will always be that feeling that I took advantage of my position to win you over. I do not wish to make him feel slighted. I would feel awkward." Boss put forward what I thought was a stupid argument.