Adultery Kalpana & "Sir" by indian_exec2000

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She wanted to protest this invasion of her personal space, but held her tongue, not wanting to create a scene. In fact, she felt an electric thrill at Shyam's touch and shivered deliciously. The dupatta again slid off with her movement. From his vantage point, he could see down her neckline into the creamy darkness of her cleavage. That was not the only thing he saw. Her naughty nipples had tensed into hard little nubs and they easily pushed out the thin layers of sports bra, slip and kameez. Their outline was clearly visible, although she didn't know it. Until then, Shyam had just wanted to press her shoulders, to relax her. Now, he suddenly felt a stirring in his crotch...


"Relax! Just close your eyes & enjoy!" Shyam whispered as Kalpana tried to wrap the dupatta around her shoulders. He gently but firmly moved her hands away and pulled off the dupatta. He slowly started massaging her tense shoulders.

"Uhh...!" She sighed softly after a while. In spite of herself, she felt her tense body unwind slowly and thanked herself for not making a scene. He continued his slow, gentle massage. Her nostrils twitched as they inhaled air suffused with his sweaty, male odor. Soon, she felt another kind of tension start building up in her. She quickly realized what it was and was shocked at herself. How could she respond that way to another man? She wanted him to stop, but couldn't summon up the strength to protest...

"Unhh..." Instead, Kalpana uttered a low moan and inclined her head sideways. Her cheek brushed against his warm, damp forearm. He felt a spark course through his body. Blood rushed into his cock and he became hard. Her acute nose smelt his male musk.

"Ahhh..." Shyam sighed. His hands slipped down her shoulders on to her breasts and caressed them gently, over her kameez. She was suddenly woken up from her trance.

"Sir... sir aap yeh kya kar rahe hain?"

"Sir... sir what are you doing?" She hissed, holding his wrists and trying to lift his hands off of her bosom.

"Wohi jo hum dono chahte hain!"

"What we both want." He replied.

He easily pried her hands off his wrists and placed them firmly on the table before her. He then methodically unbuttoned her kameez down to her navel and pulled the kameez and the slip underneath it off of her shoulders and down her arms. He thrust his hands inside her sports bra and started kneading her large, beautiful breasts, occasionally stopping to pinch and twist her stiff nipples. She was so overwhelmed by his masculine persona and his status as the big boss that she was unable summon up the will to stop him. Also, a part of her wanted him to continue what he was doing. She did feebly try to move her hands but they did not obey her mind and remained inert on the table. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp but soon her resistance was stilled as her arousal mounted...

"Nnnhhh... nnnhhh..." She threw her head back and uttered little mewling sounds as he took his pleasure. He saw a tiny artery throb in the hollow between her collarbones and her throat was exposed and vulnerable, inviting to be kissed. He planted tiny kisses on her throat, starting at the base and moving up. He paused to nibble her dainty chin and finally stilled her moans when he covered her lips with his. They exchanged a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue started responding to his, as it invaded her mouth and they enjoyed intimate moments of mutual pleasure.

While holding a plump breast in one hand, Shyam boldly pressed her mound with the other, over her clothes. Even through the layers of clothing he could feel the shape of a sanitary napkin. Kalpana was on her period! She clamped her legs together as she felt him groping her mound, inadvertently trapping his hand.

"Ruk jaiye sir! Yeh sab galat hai...! Sir, please sir!"

"Stop sir! This is all wrong...! Sir, please sir!" She pleaded, trying to lift his hand off of her crotch. My God! Is this really happening to me? She asked herself, desperately trying to stop him.

"Kyon? Kya galat hai? Kya tumne kabhi apne pati se nahi karwaya period ke dauran?"

"Why? What's wrong? Have you never done it with your husband during your period?" Shyam challenged.

"Nahi nahi yeh baat nahi hai sir! Mai shadi shuda hoon..."

"No no, that's not what I meant! I am married..." Kalpana stammered half heartedly, trying desperately to stick to her point, fighting her own arousal as much as Shyam's aggression.

"Toh phir theek hai. Mai bhi shadi shuda hoon!"

"Then it's OK. I too am married!" Shyam responded, pressing his hand even more firmly on her crotch.

She was thrown off balance by Shyam's brazen assertion. She lost a few precious seconds as her mind groped for the right response, while he kneaded her breasts and his lips closed over hers. Then it was too late. Her weak protests stopped and she started moaning and whimpering. Shyam knew she had given up the fight.

"Aao!"

"Come!" Shyam raised her from the chair and guided her, stumbling, to the attached bathroom. On the way he bolted the front door of the conference room shut.

"Sir, merey kapde kharab ho jayenge. Merey paas aur doosre nahi hain, please!"

"Sir, my clothes will get soiled. I don't have a change, please!" She begged. She was no longer protesting the impropriety of his actions. She was merely apprehensive about the logistics. Shyam smiled.

"Tum fikr mat karo. Sub kuchh theek ho jayega. Bharosa karo!"

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine. Trust me!" He assured her.

He folded the hems of her kameez and slip up around her waist and tied them securely in place with her dupatta. He loosened her salwar and it lay pooled around her ankles.

By now, Kalpana was reconciled to what he was about to do and started cooperating with him. She stepped out of her salwar and he hung it on a hook. He took off his shorts and boxers and for the first time she saw his hard, wet drooling cock. She stared, fascinated.