30-05-2021, 02:18 PM
Boss shrugged his shoulders and feigned his ignorance. Dipa said, "It is because God has made women like that. Barring exceptions, women in general love to be governed, dominated and administered by men. During sex, many women even like their men to fuck them roughly, even punishing them or causing them some physical pain too. Generally women enjoy their men to spank them during sex. That does not mean women are inferior. In my opinion, men may be physically stronger than women but women are superior to men in many ways. Without women, men will be shattered emotionally, socially and sexually. However, women are better able to manage without men. God has designed men and women differently. We have to accept the fact. I do not fall in exceptional category. I fall in general category. So don't ever call me Boss."
Boss said, "Dipa, Agreed. I shall never call you Boss. Ok?" Dipa rose up to see Boss eye to eye. She placed a peck of kiss on Boss's lips and then moved a little away and lay down on bed, stretching her arms, inviting Boss to come on top of her.
Boss happily moved up on top of her. Boss's cock was hard as a rod. I then knew my Boss was going to fuck my wife royally that night. This was the scene I wanted to witness and I couldn't believe that I was watching the same, although hidden behind a door and watching it like a peeping tom. In our married life of years, this was the first time that she had surrendered completely to anyone other than me.
Boss mounted my wife and placed his cock between her thighs, as he lowered himself on Dipa. Boss was wearing shorts. Dipa felt her lover's hard and big cock close to her love hole. The feeling of Boss's big cock between her thighs made Dipa's pussy leak profusely. Simply my Boss mounting my wife made me so hard and horny that if I had not diverted my attention from the scene, I might have ejaculated watching my Boss dry humping my wife.
Dipa said placing Boss's lips on her lips, "Somji, I would always like you to be on top. In future, however big contribution I may make in the company, you will always be my Boss and leader in the office and my man in the house. And man's position is always on top of his woman. That is a universal rule and my 'Big Bang theory'."
Boss said, "Well baby, I will not displease you. But tell me, what about when a woman mounts her man? What about a woman's equality?"
Dipa looked irritated at the Boss and said, "Well that can happen occasionally. But missionary position is always the man on top of the woman. Ok?"
Boss had no option but to agree. Dipa said, "Regarding equality, who said women are not equal? They are equal to, may be even superior to men in many ways. But they are not the same. A woman is as important as a man. But it is a question of positioning. Women have always been playing very important roles. They are even donning the position of Chair Person, CEO etc. in recent times. Those are exceptions and such cases are not very common."
Boss asked, "Dipa, more I talk with you, more I am convinced that my decision of taking you in as a director in the company was more than justified. Now may we stop the theories and start the practicals please?"
"Somji, you have killed a cat already on the first night of our being together. I am now completely surrendered to you and at your command. I am your slave for tonight. Please do to me whatever you like to do and ask me to do whatever that pleases you."
Boss came down from atop Dipa and lay by her side looking at Dipa with loving, lustful eyes. He held Dipa's chin in his fingers and made her look at him straight in his eyes and said, "Dipa, I do not want to be a typical dominating man. Perhaps Shikha wanted me to dominate her too. May be I didn't try to dominate her and perhaps that pushed her away from me. But, I want to be your intimate lover. I do not want to fuck you tonight. I want to make love to you."
Dipa looked at the Boss and blushed. Dipa said, "As I said, I am here to enjoy your enjoying me in whichever way you like. You may fuck me, you may spank me or you may make love to me. I am yours and only yours tonight."
Dipa inserted her hand between Boss's thighs and felt his erect rod in her hands over the cloth. Even inside the shorts, it felt quite substantial. She said, "Somji, your long john seems very excited. May I play with him?" Dipa fumbled with Boss's flexible belt and tried to push it down to grab his strong, long, hard cock fully covered with Boss's pre-cum.
Boss looked at Dipa and smiled. He said, "What a question? Neki or poochh poochh? It is all yours." Boss pushed down his shorts to unshackle his really long and thick john to the feasting eyes of Dipa. It was Dipa's turn to focus on the manpower of her Boss.
Boss's dick was far from what is normally called a penis. The word 'penis' depicts an apologetic, tiny winy, small male organ protruding out of the junction of male's two thighs, primarily used for waste disposal and when exposed to the opposite sex, is too hesitant to get into the female's juicy crevice. Boss's cock was far from it. It was a hard, thick, long and greasy meaty stuff. Greasy by virtue of Boss's hours' long dreaming of possibility of seeing Dipa's revealing body contours in full nudity and imagining the enjoyment that his manhood would have dipping into the smooth long shaft of Dipa's pussy.
The poor thing did not get an opportunity after Boss's marriage for about two years to get any pleasurable adventures. Before marriage it had some really good time with Boss's girl friends. However, the situation after the marriage ruined any hopes of green pastures and it had to remain content with hand holding when Boss dreamed of Dipa in his bed.
Dipa's holding Boss's dick in her palms further hardened already hardened cock which had assumed size, which Dipa thought was probably the biggest size she had ever seen. Admittedly she had not seen many.
Boss asked Dipa, "Dipa tell me positively that you will not go away leaving me alone again. I have lost confidence in myself."
Dipa looked at the Boss and bowing down a little placed her lips on Boss's cheeks. Holding Boss's chin in her fingers she said, "Somji, I am very selfish and intelligent too. I am not like that stupid, unfortunate bitch, who left the pleasure of such a handsome, thick, long and hard dick and such a loving and compassionate owner of the dick."
Lovingly handling Boss's dick in her palms, Dipa asked the Boss, "Somji, I have a typical female question."
Boss looked at Dipa questioningly. Dipa asked, "You had a deep routed hatred for Shikha all this while. How was it that tonight when she returned, you decided to fuck her? Do you still love her?"
Boss looked up at Dipa and smiled. He said, "I wanted to fuck her as an act of revenge. I did not want to make love to her. I wanted to humiliate her to show her that I have balls."
Dipa had amused expressions on her face when she said, "Somji, I believe that you have balls and exactly for this very same reason, let me assure you that I and Dipak are now not going to go away unless you throw us out. We are going to be a burden for you for a long time to come."
Taking Dipa in her arms and stretching his body along her side, Boss said, "You and Dipak are my asset not liabilities. I am a very good judge of men. Of course, I made a blunder in judging that bitch, who messed up my life. But that was an exception."
Boss turned to face Dipa. Leveling his eyes with her eyes he asked, "Dipa are you sure you love me so much? What about your hubby. Will he not feel jealous?"
Dipa replied, "Somji, that evening when I danced with you the first time, you fired up my sexual passions like never before. My hubby wasn't ever able to inflame my sexuality like that. Your look, your way of talking, your intellect and your handsome persona made me seriously feel that if ever, I was going to be seduced by someone other than my hubby, it will be you. When you loaned me money for my dad's operation, I saw your earnestness and sincerity. I was determined that I would love to be fucked by you, if you desire me. But when my hubby mentioned about the problem the company was facing and he needed my help, I decided that you needed me and that I had to replace that bitch and be completely yours, soul, body and mind."
Boss saw in Dipa's eyes a kind of sincerity, commitment and dedication that an Indian woman would normally have for her husband alone. Her eyes also depicted an ocean of love. Boss inserted one of his arms under Dipa's head and extending the other one around her head; he enveloped Dipa's head in her arms and moved closer to her hugging her in a tight embrace. He placed his leg around Dipa's waist and completely straddled her in his embrace.
He pressed his lips on Dipa's and said, "Baby, I am not going to leave you ever. I do not know what your hubby may think. You are mine and will always be mine, come what may."
Dipa was barely able to speak through her locked lips, muttered, "This bitch is not going to go away Somji. I know husband will definitely support." They got into a long and hard kissing session that lasted several minutes.
Boss asked Dipa, "Dipa tell me truthfully, if you really love me or it is because I am your hubby's Boss and because I loaned you that amount that you agreed to surrender to me?"
Dipa looked at the Boss pointedly and said, "Somji, let me be frank with you. I must admit that in the first meeting at dance, I was completely swept of my feet by your charm, daring, intellect, handsomeness, personality and most of all your simplicity. The way you danced with me hugging me as you danced, made me feel really hot. It also made me feel that you were also attracted to me."
Boss smiled and said, "Of course I was attracted to you. You know Dipa; my boner was rock hard; really. I had difficulty in controlling it. I was feeling embarrassed that you might have noticed it. The way you responded to my hugs, I suspected that you were also attracted to me."
Dipa laughed. She said, "So both of us had fallen for each other at the first sight. Then when I needed that amount for my dad's operation and you almost instantly paid me more than I asked for without asking for any guarantee or collateral, completely bowled me over. I decided that you are the man that I would love to do anything possible and I would love to be close to, if that kind of opportunity came over. And the opportunity did come over, when my husband Dipak told me that he needed my help to help you get over the trauma of your wife's divorce notice. I simply decided to grab it. And here I am."
Boss placed his hand around Dipa's body over her arms to her back, maneuvering his fingers to find the small lever of the zip of her gown; he unzipped her gown down to her waist without speaking as if it was only natural thing to do. Dipa kept looking at her lover with her moon shaped eyes just enjoying that moment. She manipulated her shoulders and arms to let the Boss slip her gown down to her waist.
Boss looked at Dipa's breasts and her upper body mesmerized. He had visualized Dipa's beautiful breasts, navel and flat waist in his dreams so many times. However, what he saw was far more shapely and beautiful than he had ever dreamed. One could easily call that a perfect shape that an artist could ever draw on canvas.
He felt her naked breasts for the second time in his hands. The first time was when he was attending to her wound. He was not in his element to appreciate the beauty of her breasts at that time. Boss had been dreaming of sucking and kneading Dipa's breasts for weeks or months since he saw her the first time. He had opportunities to feel them over her blouse. However, those experiences and this experience could not be compared. To feel a beautiful naked breast is an experience, period.
Boss made Dipa turn to lie on her back. He lowered his mouth on one of her breasts and began kissing and sucking her breasts one after another, pinching their nipples with fingers and biting them occasionally to make Dipa cry out. Dipa looked at the Boss lovingly and suckled him as if she was feeding her new born child.
Dipa could feel that Boss had been deprived of a wife's (or a lover's) love for years. She could see craving for her in his eyes whenever they met and she could not blame him for it. His wife had deprived him of his rightful loving sex and she was happy that she had the privileged opportunity to offer that to him.
However, her own craving for Somji was not any less. From the day she had met her the first time, she had a strong typical feminine urge between her legs for this man. She had brushed it aside earlier as she was married and so was he. However, as she came closer to Somji, her hesitation or reluctance began reducing and now her own hubby had cleared the obstructions.
Boss looked at the half naked topless woman lying in a seductive pose on the bed. Boss looked at her closely. Her each feature was beautifully sensual starting from her hair. Her hair was thick, curvy and long. Boss always loved long and thick curvy hair. Her hair extended right up to her buttocks. She had a way of throwing a strand of her hair over her two cheeks on either side just in front of her ears.
It was not just that. Dipa's each and every feature reeked of sensuality. Her eyes were full almond shaped. When she talked she had multiple expressions on her face. Each of her expressions exuded sensuality. Her eyes danced when she felt mischievous. Her eyes opened just a wee bit when she was sexually excited. Her eyes rolled when she did not believe what she was told. When she looked inquisitive, her eye brows contracted as if she was rather naïve in the worldly matters but eager to learn; like a teenage girl who heard about sexual experience of a senior girl.
Her eyes were full blown when she was faced with a surprising development like a man kissing a woman. Each of her expression was sensual such that a man watching her will easily tend to feel that she was eyeing him or giving him a signal.
Her eyebrows were sharp and long. Her cheeks were rosy and full with a slight dimple in the center. The dimples showed up prominently when she smiled. The shapeliest feature on her face was her nose. It gave extreme charm to her face. Her lips were prominently red even without the application of lipstick. They expressed almost all her feelings in sync with her eyes, eyebrows, nose and movement of her hands. For my Boss all Dipa's expressions, however trivial, were sensual.
Her chin added to the beauty of her face. There was a slight dimple there too. Dipa's long neck rested above her breasts region which probably was the most beautiful and most craved part of her body. The breasts stood out defiantly challenging gravity. Round areolas on her breasts looked like they were made of whitish brown chocolate. However the longish nipples on her breasts stood erect like a lighthouse on a small island. Goose pimples on her breasts exposed her erotic state.
The shape of each limb and each contour of Dipa's body was just the way Boss had dreamed. He felt as if a designer has designed the most ideal shape of her body in a 3D printer.
Dipa felt a strong craving of having Somji feel her between her thighs and kiss her there. She felt shy and did not know how she could tell him. She kept massaging her clitoris partly in an attempt to soothe her sensual feelings. Somji was quick to feel her urge. He pushed her gown further down to expose Dipa's lovely clean shaven triangle between her thighs. Dipa quickly disposed off the gown by pushing it off through movement of her legs.
Somji's eyes bloated out as he saw her beautiful love triangle between her thighs. He felt that that was more beautiful than any beautiful article in this world. God has made woman so beautiful and loving. The whole humanity has bloomed out of her. It is only because of her beauty and love that the humanity is created, has survived and prospered.
Boss looked with amazement the vaginal rise below the steep fall of her waist from her breasts. It was just the sight to be seen. The sight was incomparable to any sight he had seen earlier. The rise of flesh below her slim waist that shaped her beautiful buttocks and her frontal love triangle could only be seen to be believed.
Her shapely thighs accentuated her overall beauty and added to Boss's craving for her. For the first time the Boss thanked his bitchy wife for deserting him and giving his fate the opportunity to have a woman like Dipa; who lay by his side offering him the treasure that he had dreamed for almost a year. She was there for him to do what he wanted. And he did indeed want to do a lot with her.
Boss inserted his mouth between Dipa's thighs, spreading apart her thighs wide. He could detect that Dipa was leaking profusely, which gave him satisfaction that she was equally eager to have him as he was to have her. Boss dipped his mouth and wagged hi tongue to scratch the labia of Dipa's pussy. As soon as Boss's head touched her thigh junction and tongue touched the most sensitive pats of her pussy, Dipa shuddered and gave out a moan.
Boss's tongue started flickering on her clitoris and entire valve, probing and massaging her love junction. Dipa's secretions increased as she became more and more aroused. Her moaning increased as Boss's tongue continued scratching, massaging and poking her inner sensitive skin. She had Boss's head between her hands and was holding Boss's head in his hands.
After few minutes Dipa held Boss's head tight and sighed out, "Somji, I am coming ..." and with a mild shudder and deep sigh, she relaxed on bed with her eyes closed. That was her first ever orgasm among many to come with Somji.
Somji gradually took his head out. He had set the ball rolling with his lover for that night. Dipa opened her eyes and smiled at Somji, who was watching her from over her, admiring her beauty and sensual expressions on her face after the release of the orgasmic wave.
Boss cupped one of Dipa's breasts in his palm and gently massaging them, he said, "Dipa, from the first day I saw you at that party, I had been dreaming about holding and massaging your breasts. I could never imagine that I would be able to do it so soon."
Dipa smiled and replied, "Somji, from the first day I saw you at the dance and felt your boner in that dance, whether knowingly or unknowingly, I had been thinking about you. I was not clear about my feelings for you. But my hubby teased me about your staring me and that made me feel weak in my legs."
Dipa pulled and stretched at the Boss's belt, to signal him to strip himself. Boss quickly pushed his shorts down and uncovered his big hard erect cock. Dipa looked at Boss's uncovered cock for the first time. Boss was stronger and bigger in that department than she had imagined. She did not dare imagine having boss's cock inside her pussy, for the fear that it might be far too big for her to take in. Of course she was afraid that she may have to do it sooner or later. It would be false to say that she did not fancy it.
She just could not resist the temptation to feel her lover's cock. Boss's cock had hardened so much that it had curved upward as if waiting for her to take it in her hands. Dipa hesitatingly extended her hand and held Boss's cock in her fingers. It was certainly much longer and thicker than her husband's. Boss was quite excited was evident from the way his pre-cum oozed out from the small orifice and spread across the length of Boss's dick. It was almost like a small piece of rubber hose.
Dipa was amazed how big the Boss's cock was. She had of course guessed somewhat looking at the Boss's build. Boss's cock's size matched his build. The length and thickness of Boss's cock also sent chill through her spine. She had been accustomed to her husband's moderate size so far.
Boss said, "Dipa, Agreed. I shall never call you Boss. Ok?" Dipa rose up to see Boss eye to eye. She placed a peck of kiss on Boss's lips and then moved a little away and lay down on bed, stretching her arms, inviting Boss to come on top of her.
Boss happily moved up on top of her. Boss's cock was hard as a rod. I then knew my Boss was going to fuck my wife royally that night. This was the scene I wanted to witness and I couldn't believe that I was watching the same, although hidden behind a door and watching it like a peeping tom. In our married life of years, this was the first time that she had surrendered completely to anyone other than me.
Boss mounted my wife and placed his cock between her thighs, as he lowered himself on Dipa. Boss was wearing shorts. Dipa felt her lover's hard and big cock close to her love hole. The feeling of Boss's big cock between her thighs made Dipa's pussy leak profusely. Simply my Boss mounting my wife made me so hard and horny that if I had not diverted my attention from the scene, I might have ejaculated watching my Boss dry humping my wife.
Dipa said placing Boss's lips on her lips, "Somji, I would always like you to be on top. In future, however big contribution I may make in the company, you will always be my Boss and leader in the office and my man in the house. And man's position is always on top of his woman. That is a universal rule and my 'Big Bang theory'."
Boss said, "Well baby, I will not displease you. But tell me, what about when a woman mounts her man? What about a woman's equality?"
Dipa looked irritated at the Boss and said, "Well that can happen occasionally. But missionary position is always the man on top of the woman. Ok?"
Boss had no option but to agree. Dipa said, "Regarding equality, who said women are not equal? They are equal to, may be even superior to men in many ways. But they are not the same. A woman is as important as a man. But it is a question of positioning. Women have always been playing very important roles. They are even donning the position of Chair Person, CEO etc. in recent times. Those are exceptions and such cases are not very common."
Boss asked, "Dipa, more I talk with you, more I am convinced that my decision of taking you in as a director in the company was more than justified. Now may we stop the theories and start the practicals please?"
"Somji, you have killed a cat already on the first night of our being together. I am now completely surrendered to you and at your command. I am your slave for tonight. Please do to me whatever you like to do and ask me to do whatever that pleases you."
Boss came down from atop Dipa and lay by her side looking at Dipa with loving, lustful eyes. He held Dipa's chin in his fingers and made her look at him straight in his eyes and said, "Dipa, I do not want to be a typical dominating man. Perhaps Shikha wanted me to dominate her too. May be I didn't try to dominate her and perhaps that pushed her away from me. But, I want to be your intimate lover. I do not want to fuck you tonight. I want to make love to you."
Dipa looked at the Boss and blushed. Dipa said, "As I said, I am here to enjoy your enjoying me in whichever way you like. You may fuck me, you may spank me or you may make love to me. I am yours and only yours tonight."
Dipa inserted her hand between Boss's thighs and felt his erect rod in her hands over the cloth. Even inside the shorts, it felt quite substantial. She said, "Somji, your long john seems very excited. May I play with him?" Dipa fumbled with Boss's flexible belt and tried to push it down to grab his strong, long, hard cock fully covered with Boss's pre-cum.
Boss looked at Dipa and smiled. He said, "What a question? Neki or poochh poochh? It is all yours." Boss pushed down his shorts to unshackle his really long and thick john to the feasting eyes of Dipa. It was Dipa's turn to focus on the manpower of her Boss.
Boss's dick was far from what is normally called a penis. The word 'penis' depicts an apologetic, tiny winy, small male organ protruding out of the junction of male's two thighs, primarily used for waste disposal and when exposed to the opposite sex, is too hesitant to get into the female's juicy crevice. Boss's cock was far from it. It was a hard, thick, long and greasy meaty stuff. Greasy by virtue of Boss's hours' long dreaming of possibility of seeing Dipa's revealing body contours in full nudity and imagining the enjoyment that his manhood would have dipping into the smooth long shaft of Dipa's pussy.
The poor thing did not get an opportunity after Boss's marriage for about two years to get any pleasurable adventures. Before marriage it had some really good time with Boss's girl friends. However, the situation after the marriage ruined any hopes of green pastures and it had to remain content with hand holding when Boss dreamed of Dipa in his bed.
Dipa's holding Boss's dick in her palms further hardened already hardened cock which had assumed size, which Dipa thought was probably the biggest size she had ever seen. Admittedly she had not seen many.
Boss asked Dipa, "Dipa tell me positively that you will not go away leaving me alone again. I have lost confidence in myself."
Dipa looked at the Boss and bowing down a little placed her lips on Boss's cheeks. Holding Boss's chin in her fingers she said, "Somji, I am very selfish and intelligent too. I am not like that stupid, unfortunate bitch, who left the pleasure of such a handsome, thick, long and hard dick and such a loving and compassionate owner of the dick."
Lovingly handling Boss's dick in her palms, Dipa asked the Boss, "Somji, I have a typical female question."
Boss looked at Dipa questioningly. Dipa asked, "You had a deep routed hatred for Shikha all this while. How was it that tonight when she returned, you decided to fuck her? Do you still love her?"
Boss looked up at Dipa and smiled. He said, "I wanted to fuck her as an act of revenge. I did not want to make love to her. I wanted to humiliate her to show her that I have balls."
Dipa had amused expressions on her face when she said, "Somji, I believe that you have balls and exactly for this very same reason, let me assure you that I and Dipak are now not going to go away unless you throw us out. We are going to be a burden for you for a long time to come."
Taking Dipa in her arms and stretching his body along her side, Boss said, "You and Dipak are my asset not liabilities. I am a very good judge of men. Of course, I made a blunder in judging that bitch, who messed up my life. But that was an exception."
Boss turned to face Dipa. Leveling his eyes with her eyes he asked, "Dipa are you sure you love me so much? What about your hubby. Will he not feel jealous?"
Dipa replied, "Somji, that evening when I danced with you the first time, you fired up my sexual passions like never before. My hubby wasn't ever able to inflame my sexuality like that. Your look, your way of talking, your intellect and your handsome persona made me seriously feel that if ever, I was going to be seduced by someone other than my hubby, it will be you. When you loaned me money for my dad's operation, I saw your earnestness and sincerity. I was determined that I would love to be fucked by you, if you desire me. But when my hubby mentioned about the problem the company was facing and he needed my help, I decided that you needed me and that I had to replace that bitch and be completely yours, soul, body and mind."
Boss saw in Dipa's eyes a kind of sincerity, commitment and dedication that an Indian woman would normally have for her husband alone. Her eyes also depicted an ocean of love. Boss inserted one of his arms under Dipa's head and extending the other one around her head; he enveloped Dipa's head in her arms and moved closer to her hugging her in a tight embrace. He placed his leg around Dipa's waist and completely straddled her in his embrace.
He pressed his lips on Dipa's and said, "Baby, I am not going to leave you ever. I do not know what your hubby may think. You are mine and will always be mine, come what may."
Dipa was barely able to speak through her locked lips, muttered, "This bitch is not going to go away Somji. I know husband will definitely support." They got into a long and hard kissing session that lasted several minutes.
Boss asked Dipa, "Dipa tell me truthfully, if you really love me or it is because I am your hubby's Boss and because I loaned you that amount that you agreed to surrender to me?"
Dipa looked at the Boss pointedly and said, "Somji, let me be frank with you. I must admit that in the first meeting at dance, I was completely swept of my feet by your charm, daring, intellect, handsomeness, personality and most of all your simplicity. The way you danced with me hugging me as you danced, made me feel really hot. It also made me feel that you were also attracted to me."
Boss smiled and said, "Of course I was attracted to you. You know Dipa; my boner was rock hard; really. I had difficulty in controlling it. I was feeling embarrassed that you might have noticed it. The way you responded to my hugs, I suspected that you were also attracted to me."
Dipa laughed. She said, "So both of us had fallen for each other at the first sight. Then when I needed that amount for my dad's operation and you almost instantly paid me more than I asked for without asking for any guarantee or collateral, completely bowled me over. I decided that you are the man that I would love to do anything possible and I would love to be close to, if that kind of opportunity came over. And the opportunity did come over, when my husband Dipak told me that he needed my help to help you get over the trauma of your wife's divorce notice. I simply decided to grab it. And here I am."
Boss placed his hand around Dipa's body over her arms to her back, maneuvering his fingers to find the small lever of the zip of her gown; he unzipped her gown down to her waist without speaking as if it was only natural thing to do. Dipa kept looking at her lover with her moon shaped eyes just enjoying that moment. She manipulated her shoulders and arms to let the Boss slip her gown down to her waist.
Boss looked at Dipa's breasts and her upper body mesmerized. He had visualized Dipa's beautiful breasts, navel and flat waist in his dreams so many times. However, what he saw was far more shapely and beautiful than he had ever dreamed. One could easily call that a perfect shape that an artist could ever draw on canvas.
He felt her naked breasts for the second time in his hands. The first time was when he was attending to her wound. He was not in his element to appreciate the beauty of her breasts at that time. Boss had been dreaming of sucking and kneading Dipa's breasts for weeks or months since he saw her the first time. He had opportunities to feel them over her blouse. However, those experiences and this experience could not be compared. To feel a beautiful naked breast is an experience, period.
Boss made Dipa turn to lie on her back. He lowered his mouth on one of her breasts and began kissing and sucking her breasts one after another, pinching their nipples with fingers and biting them occasionally to make Dipa cry out. Dipa looked at the Boss lovingly and suckled him as if she was feeding her new born child.
Dipa could feel that Boss had been deprived of a wife's (or a lover's) love for years. She could see craving for her in his eyes whenever they met and she could not blame him for it. His wife had deprived him of his rightful loving sex and she was happy that she had the privileged opportunity to offer that to him.
However, her own craving for Somji was not any less. From the day she had met her the first time, she had a strong typical feminine urge between her legs for this man. She had brushed it aside earlier as she was married and so was he. However, as she came closer to Somji, her hesitation or reluctance began reducing and now her own hubby had cleared the obstructions.
Boss looked at the half naked topless woman lying in a seductive pose on the bed. Boss looked at her closely. Her each feature was beautifully sensual starting from her hair. Her hair was thick, curvy and long. Boss always loved long and thick curvy hair. Her hair extended right up to her buttocks. She had a way of throwing a strand of her hair over her two cheeks on either side just in front of her ears.
It was not just that. Dipa's each and every feature reeked of sensuality. Her eyes were full almond shaped. When she talked she had multiple expressions on her face. Each of her expressions exuded sensuality. Her eyes danced when she felt mischievous. Her eyes opened just a wee bit when she was sexually excited. Her eyes rolled when she did not believe what she was told. When she looked inquisitive, her eye brows contracted as if she was rather naïve in the worldly matters but eager to learn; like a teenage girl who heard about sexual experience of a senior girl.
Her eyes were full blown when she was faced with a surprising development like a man kissing a woman. Each of her expression was sensual such that a man watching her will easily tend to feel that she was eyeing him or giving him a signal.
Her eyebrows were sharp and long. Her cheeks were rosy and full with a slight dimple in the center. The dimples showed up prominently when she smiled. The shapeliest feature on her face was her nose. It gave extreme charm to her face. Her lips were prominently red even without the application of lipstick. They expressed almost all her feelings in sync with her eyes, eyebrows, nose and movement of her hands. For my Boss all Dipa's expressions, however trivial, were sensual.
Her chin added to the beauty of her face. There was a slight dimple there too. Dipa's long neck rested above her breasts region which probably was the most beautiful and most craved part of her body. The breasts stood out defiantly challenging gravity. Round areolas on her breasts looked like they were made of whitish brown chocolate. However the longish nipples on her breasts stood erect like a lighthouse on a small island. Goose pimples on her breasts exposed her erotic state.
The shape of each limb and each contour of Dipa's body was just the way Boss had dreamed. He felt as if a designer has designed the most ideal shape of her body in a 3D printer.
Dipa felt a strong craving of having Somji feel her between her thighs and kiss her there. She felt shy and did not know how she could tell him. She kept massaging her clitoris partly in an attempt to soothe her sensual feelings. Somji was quick to feel her urge. He pushed her gown further down to expose Dipa's lovely clean shaven triangle between her thighs. Dipa quickly disposed off the gown by pushing it off through movement of her legs.
Somji's eyes bloated out as he saw her beautiful love triangle between her thighs. He felt that that was more beautiful than any beautiful article in this world. God has made woman so beautiful and loving. The whole humanity has bloomed out of her. It is only because of her beauty and love that the humanity is created, has survived and prospered.
Boss looked with amazement the vaginal rise below the steep fall of her waist from her breasts. It was just the sight to be seen. The sight was incomparable to any sight he had seen earlier. The rise of flesh below her slim waist that shaped her beautiful buttocks and her frontal love triangle could only be seen to be believed.
Her shapely thighs accentuated her overall beauty and added to Boss's craving for her. For the first time the Boss thanked his bitchy wife for deserting him and giving his fate the opportunity to have a woman like Dipa; who lay by his side offering him the treasure that he had dreamed for almost a year. She was there for him to do what he wanted. And he did indeed want to do a lot with her.
Boss inserted his mouth between Dipa's thighs, spreading apart her thighs wide. He could detect that Dipa was leaking profusely, which gave him satisfaction that she was equally eager to have him as he was to have her. Boss dipped his mouth and wagged hi tongue to scratch the labia of Dipa's pussy. As soon as Boss's head touched her thigh junction and tongue touched the most sensitive pats of her pussy, Dipa shuddered and gave out a moan.
Boss's tongue started flickering on her clitoris and entire valve, probing and massaging her love junction. Dipa's secretions increased as she became more and more aroused. Her moaning increased as Boss's tongue continued scratching, massaging and poking her inner sensitive skin. She had Boss's head between her hands and was holding Boss's head in his hands.
After few minutes Dipa held Boss's head tight and sighed out, "Somji, I am coming ..." and with a mild shudder and deep sigh, she relaxed on bed with her eyes closed. That was her first ever orgasm among many to come with Somji.
Somji gradually took his head out. He had set the ball rolling with his lover for that night. Dipa opened her eyes and smiled at Somji, who was watching her from over her, admiring her beauty and sensual expressions on her face after the release of the orgasmic wave.
Boss cupped one of Dipa's breasts in his palm and gently massaging them, he said, "Dipa, from the first day I saw you at that party, I had been dreaming about holding and massaging your breasts. I could never imagine that I would be able to do it so soon."
Dipa smiled and replied, "Somji, from the first day I saw you at the dance and felt your boner in that dance, whether knowingly or unknowingly, I had been thinking about you. I was not clear about my feelings for you. But my hubby teased me about your staring me and that made me feel weak in my legs."
Dipa pulled and stretched at the Boss's belt, to signal him to strip himself. Boss quickly pushed his shorts down and uncovered his big hard erect cock. Dipa looked at Boss's uncovered cock for the first time. Boss was stronger and bigger in that department than she had imagined. She did not dare imagine having boss's cock inside her pussy, for the fear that it might be far too big for her to take in. Of course she was afraid that she may have to do it sooner or later. It would be false to say that she did not fancy it.
She just could not resist the temptation to feel her lover's cock. Boss's cock had hardened so much that it had curved upward as if waiting for her to take it in her hands. Dipa hesitatingly extended her hand and held Boss's cock in her fingers. It was certainly much longer and thicker than her husband's. Boss was quite excited was evident from the way his pre-cum oozed out from the small orifice and spread across the length of Boss's dick. It was almost like a small piece of rubber hose.
Dipa was amazed how big the Boss's cock was. She had of course guessed somewhat looking at the Boss's build. Boss's cock's size matched his build. The length and thickness of Boss's cock also sent chill through her spine. She had been accustomed to her husband's moderate size so far.
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