Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys - a continuation by alighieri

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With her husband passed out in their room, Sheetal had nothing else to do. She was glad her boss had brushed off the incident so lightly. Otherwise an incident like that could have had serious consequences for her career.
Varun couldn't have been happier with how things panned out. With the husband out of the picture, he now had a free run at his drunk colleague. Varun plied Sheetal with more drinks before they hit the dance floor.
The dance floor had dim lighting. Most of the senior colleagues had already retired to their rooms. Everyone else was drunk out of their minds and swaying tipsily. Varun put his arm around a very drunk Sheetal and led her to the floor.
On the dance floor, Varun went for the kill. He pulled Sheetal into an embrace. She was completely sloshed and gladly put her arms around him for support. Her large tits pressed into his chest and Varun felt his loins stir. He placed his hands on her hips and surreptitiously moved them onto her butt. Sheetal gasped and looked at him with surprised, wide eyes but didn't say anything. Her eyes had the glazed look of an extremely drunk person.
Sheetal was indeed quite drunk. She was gazing in and out of consciousness as she felt Varun's hands all over her body.
Varun let his hands rest for a while. Sensing no resistance from her, he squeezed her butt over her slinky dress. His dick hardened and pushed against his trousers. Sheetal had buried her face in his shoulders and was moaning softly as he relished the soft flesh of her butt cheeks. He stopped dancing and whispered "Let's go to my room".
"No Varun, some other time. I'm too sleepy" Sheetal hesitated. Although heavily drunk, she knew the consequences of going to her boss's room at this hour.
"C'mon just one drink." Varun suggested, desperate to lure her. "You've got nothing to do now. Live it up a little" he said, subtly playing on the fact that her husband had passed out.
"Okay, just one drink" she replied. She couldn't refuse him outright. He was her boss.
A few minutes later, both of them were sitting on Varun's bed slowly sipping on wine as the music system gently played Tchaikovsky. The wine was good, the music better, but the conversation had dried up and the tension was palpable. Varun was surreptitiously checking out his female colleague's sexy figure. His eyes fell on her exposed thighs. Her dress had ridden up and her creamy thighs were on display. Sheetal was too drunk to notice but as Varun's eyes lingered for an extra look, she caught him staring.
This was a strange situation to be in, for Sheetal. She couldn't acknowledge that he was staring, leave alone admonish him. She coyly looked away. In that time, Varun senses an opportunity. She had caught him staring but hadn't said anything. He moved closer to her and placed his hand ever so slightly on her thigh.
The touch felt as if an electric current had passed through Sheetal. She squirmed and felt a distinct wetness between her thighs. Emboldened by her reaction, Varun moved his hand from her knee, along her thigh. He stopped when he reached the hem of her dress.
Sheetal shivered as her boss made his first overtly sexual move. She looked at him. He smiled at her, his hand brazenly resting on her thigh. "Varun, please.." was all she could muster, as he moved his hand higher and below her dress. She was caught in two minds. Her body was aroused but her mind told her otherwise. And her response had been meek.
Varun knew his colleague's predicament. He focussed on savouring her soft, creamy thighs. He turned towards her and openly stroked her thighs. She was looking down, still not acknowledging his ministrations.
Sheetal froze as her boss was tearing down the boundaries between them rapidly. An hour ago, he was just a friend. Now he was touching her thighs intimately. She was immobilised by his audacity and her own horniness. She felt a distinct tingle in her loin building up as Varun inched his hand up her thighs brazenly. When he reached her panties and stroked her cunt with the slightest of touches, she couldn't resist any longer, and moaned.
Varun knew she was enjoying this. If she wanted to, she could have stopped him awhile back. He could feel the heat emanating from her loins. She was ready. He moved in for a kiss. He kissed her cheek first, eliciting a soft sigh from her. She opened her eyes and smiled. Taking that as a yes, he put his hands around her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her lips were soft. He gently smmoched her, relaxing her inhibitions. After a brief impasse, she reciprocated. He kissed her luscious lower lips and sucked on it gently while stroking her thighs. For the second time, she moaned.
Sheetal had decided to let go the moment her boss stroked her pussy over her panties. His touch, it seemed, had unleashed a centuries old list in her. She craved for more.
Passion and lust took over. Varun pulled her into his lap and embraced her tightly. They kissed with abandon like long lost lovers, discovering old rhythms.