23-08-2022, 04:31 PM
Mily Roy's life was turning upside down week by week. From being one half of a successful team, her husband and her, things were collapsing before her very eyes. In one fell swoop, more than half of their combined income was wiped out. Her husband had been given one month's notice, and now he spent his time doing menial and worthless jobs. The reason for that was the recession everyone was going through, and there were no jobs to be had.
But their ensuing downturn was exacerbated by the fact that Amit her husband, who was an extremely clever young man had remortgaged their house for a new inverter pump he had invented. If it had worked first time then there would be no problems, but it hadn't, a vital component that was extremely costly to have engineered had broken. The tolerances were more than he had expected, and now the renewal of the part had not worked either.
He had gone to the banks for more money, but they had turned him down, he had tried all sorts of places and nothing. Now the banks were asking for payments, they had made some but at the cost of missing two mortgage payments, which Mily had said was foolish. Now time had moved on and if money wasn't found to make the pump, then they were in danger of losing their beautiful new home.
They had moved into it with fans blaring, all was well with their world, and now it wasn't. Their parents couldn't help, they had no real money. They didn't have good enough friends to ask, there was no one. The beautiful 35 year old wife was bereft, they had got married 10 years, even though this was all looming over their heads they had gone on with it.
Mily was every man's dream woman, soft, curvaceous, full bodied, 5ft 5" tall , she measured a proud 34b. Her hair was black, luxurious, shiny, down past her shoulders. It was parted in the centre, but she had a wonderful fringe that was long enough to catch her lashes when she moved, giving her an even more sensuous look. Her face was mesmeric, she was a siren of the highest attraction. She had deep and innocent eyes, addictively appealing to be looked at by her, and addictively appealing to be looking at her.
Mily had a body most women craved for, even if they would never admit it, she was not thin, not even skinny. She was wonderfully rounded, smooth and sleek. "I'm a girl who a man can get a hold of!" she would laugh and giggle. And she was, her husband had trouble keeping up with her, past boyfriends had too, but she was also a giver of her love. She took part in love making as a lot of girls never did.
Mily wasn't a dominant type of woman, far from it, she was as coy and reticent as the next girl, but when she got into it, she went in all guns blazing. It was in her nature to give her man total and full satisfaction, she always thought of herself as a man's woman. Unfortunately for her husband she was getting exacerbated, he had told her with full confidence that he was on a winner and they would get rich, very rich. And while she did believe him, things were going tits up big time.
"We're lucky I have a full time job Amit, or we would be homeless by now," she said to him one night, "but we have to find a way out of this or we'll lose everything."
"Yes Mily I know, and I'm so sorry, if we could only find someone to pitch in, take a stake in this project, it would be a definite success, I know it would."
"I'm sure you are right Amit, but who can we turn to, we've asked everyone we know," she said.
They sat for a while, each lost in their own thoughts, then her new husband said. "Maybe I have an idea Mily," he looked at her with hope in his eyes, "what about Sid?" he said.
"Sid," she asked, "Sid who?"
"Your boss Sid Khanna," he said somewhat excitedly, "he's a wealthy man, has lots of money, maybe if we went to him, asked him, explained things, he might want it Mily, what do you think?"
Sid Khanna was an entrepreneur, fiddled with this that and the other, and was also into big engineering sales projects, which was where he had made a lot of cash. Mily knew this because she was his PA. Mily wasn't sure about that, asking him, it might go the other way and she could lose her job too.
"I'm not too sure about that Amit, Mr Khanna might not like me asking for money, even if it was a loan," she said.
"Please Mily, if he says no, then he says no, things can hardly get any worse than they are right now, can they!" he told her. They talked about it all night and went to bed with heavy hearts. In the morning they talked even more, and finally Mily gave up and agreed she would mention it to Mr Khanna.
Amit offered to go with her so he could explain in fine detail to him, make him see the value of an investment. But Mily said no, that she would broach the subject, and ask his advice. Mily knew Mr Khanna had the hots for her, every man she ever met did. She was used to the stares and looks from men, and she routinely just smiled and got on with her life.
The beautiful young wife normally wore somewhat conservative clothes to work, but today, she dressed in a, not too revealing attire, or even suggestive, she didn't want to give her boss the wrong impression. She chose mid to light grey woolen dress, sleeved down to her elbows, level with her knees. Round necked that showed just a hint of cleavage but that was all. It wasn't tight or figure hugging, it touched where it met her.
There was no doubting what it hid underneath it though, it was her gorgeous voluptuous body. Any red blooded man could tell that what was under that dress was something a bit more than special. The reason she chose it was simple, it had a zip that had a big ring for pulling it up and down from the neck to the knee, and it dangled on a small chain. This dress, she hoped, would take his mind off what she was asking for, enough for him to agree to her fervent request for financial help. And the matching high heels highlighted it as her lone anklet on her left leg glinted.
But their ensuing downturn was exacerbated by the fact that Amit her husband, who was an extremely clever young man had remortgaged their house for a new inverter pump he had invented. If it had worked first time then there would be no problems, but it hadn't, a vital component that was extremely costly to have engineered had broken. The tolerances were more than he had expected, and now the renewal of the part had not worked either.
He had gone to the banks for more money, but they had turned him down, he had tried all sorts of places and nothing. Now the banks were asking for payments, they had made some but at the cost of missing two mortgage payments, which Mily had said was foolish. Now time had moved on and if money wasn't found to make the pump, then they were in danger of losing their beautiful new home.
They had moved into it with fans blaring, all was well with their world, and now it wasn't. Their parents couldn't help, they had no real money. They didn't have good enough friends to ask, there was no one. The beautiful 35 year old wife was bereft, they had got married 10 years, even though this was all looming over their heads they had gone on with it.
Mily was every man's dream woman, soft, curvaceous, full bodied, 5ft 5" tall , she measured a proud 34b. Her hair was black, luxurious, shiny, down past her shoulders. It was parted in the centre, but she had a wonderful fringe that was long enough to catch her lashes when she moved, giving her an even more sensuous look. Her face was mesmeric, she was a siren of the highest attraction. She had deep and innocent eyes, addictively appealing to be looked at by her, and addictively appealing to be looking at her.
Mily had a body most women craved for, even if they would never admit it, she was not thin, not even skinny. She was wonderfully rounded, smooth and sleek. "I'm a girl who a man can get a hold of!" she would laugh and giggle. And she was, her husband had trouble keeping up with her, past boyfriends had too, but she was also a giver of her love. She took part in love making as a lot of girls never did.
Mily wasn't a dominant type of woman, far from it, she was as coy and reticent as the next girl, but when she got into it, she went in all guns blazing. It was in her nature to give her man total and full satisfaction, she always thought of herself as a man's woman. Unfortunately for her husband she was getting exacerbated, he had told her with full confidence that he was on a winner and they would get rich, very rich. And while she did believe him, things were going tits up big time.
"We're lucky I have a full time job Amit, or we would be homeless by now," she said to him one night, "but we have to find a way out of this or we'll lose everything."
"Yes Mily I know, and I'm so sorry, if we could only find someone to pitch in, take a stake in this project, it would be a definite success, I know it would."
"I'm sure you are right Amit, but who can we turn to, we've asked everyone we know," she said.
They sat for a while, each lost in their own thoughts, then her new husband said. "Maybe I have an idea Mily," he looked at her with hope in his eyes, "what about Sid?" he said.
"Sid," she asked, "Sid who?"
"Your boss Sid Khanna," he said somewhat excitedly, "he's a wealthy man, has lots of money, maybe if we went to him, asked him, explained things, he might want it Mily, what do you think?"
Sid Khanna was an entrepreneur, fiddled with this that and the other, and was also into big engineering sales projects, which was where he had made a lot of cash. Mily knew this because she was his PA. Mily wasn't sure about that, asking him, it might go the other way and she could lose her job too.
"I'm not too sure about that Amit, Mr Khanna might not like me asking for money, even if it was a loan," she said.
"Please Mily, if he says no, then he says no, things can hardly get any worse than they are right now, can they!" he told her. They talked about it all night and went to bed with heavy hearts. In the morning they talked even more, and finally Mily gave up and agreed she would mention it to Mr Khanna.
Amit offered to go with her so he could explain in fine detail to him, make him see the value of an investment. But Mily said no, that she would broach the subject, and ask his advice. Mily knew Mr Khanna had the hots for her, every man she ever met did. She was used to the stares and looks from men, and she routinely just smiled and got on with her life.
The beautiful young wife normally wore somewhat conservative clothes to work, but today, she dressed in a, not too revealing attire, or even suggestive, she didn't want to give her boss the wrong impression. She chose mid to light grey woolen dress, sleeved down to her elbows, level with her knees. Round necked that showed just a hint of cleavage but that was all. It wasn't tight or figure hugging, it touched where it met her.
There was no doubting what it hid underneath it though, it was her gorgeous voluptuous body. Any red blooded man could tell that what was under that dress was something a bit more than special. The reason she chose it was simple, it had a zip that had a big ring for pulling it up and down from the neck to the knee, and it dangled on a small chain. This dress, she hoped, would take his mind off what she was asking for, enough for him to agree to her fervent request for financial help. And the matching high heels highlighted it as her lone anklet on her left leg glinted.
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