Adultery Slutty wife ! Happy Life!!

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Chapter -7.

Pooja and Seema went to beauty parlour to get ready for the upcoming office party. They both were waiting on the reception lobby to be called inside the makeup room. Pooja was scrolling her phone. Seema sitting near her devising a plan to get proof of her daughter in law's adultery. Pooja was getting a lot of messages in the whatsapp. Pooja smiled looking at her mobile phone screen. Seema noticed this and went to check her son's lastseen.

"Shyam is not online, She must be talking to her boyfriend" Seema thought.

"You may go in now" receptionist said looking at pooja.

In a hurry, Pooja gave her handbag and phone to Seema and went inside the makeup room. The Phone was in a unlocked state. This is the golden opportunity that Seema has been waiting for. Seema decided to browse through her phone to get a clue of Pooja's affair. When she went into whatsapp, the app was password protected. Instagram and gallery were locked too.

"Clever, bitch" Seema said to herself.

Seema found a digital journal app in her phone. surprisingly it was not password protected. Seema decided to open it There were several journals found in the app.

"I didn't know Pooja had an habit of writing journals" Seema thought.

While scrolling through the app, a particular journal caught seema's attention. It was an Unnamed journal. All other journals were named ones. She decided to read it.

POOJA'S JOURNAL

While I was working in my cabin, I got a call from my boss to and him in his room. I had no idea why he called me. I went to his room and knocked the door.

Pooja: "May I come in, sir."

Boss: "Please get in, Pooja."

A young man in his late 20's was sitting on the chair opposite to my Boss' desk. He had an muscular body and a neatly trimmed beard on his face.

Boss: Meet, Mrs Pooja Shyam your team leader.

Then the man turned towards me and extended his hand for handshake with a smile on his face. I reciprocated his gesture. He held my hands firmly and shook it.

Prabhu: "It is a pleasure to meet you mrs Pooja Shyam, I am Prabhu"

Pooja: "I am glad to meet you too"

Boss: "He is the new analyst for your team, Take him under your guidence and teach him what we do"

Pooja: "Sure sir, I will see what I can do"

Prabhu:"I am a fast learner mrs Pooja Shyam, I am sure you won't be disappointed with me"

Boss: "Give him a tour of our office and introduce him to your team members"

My boss gave his file to me.

Pooja: "Follow me, Mr...Prabhu"

I walked out of the room. While walking I opened his file and glanced through his resume. He was following me from behind.

Pooja: "Impressive, Prabhu"

Prabhu: "Yes, I been hitting the gym for two years"

Pooja: "I mean't your resume"

Prabhu: "Sorry, Usually the females that I meet give me compliment about my physique"

Pooja: "You are not here for an Male modeling audition, are you?"

Although I didn't entertain such kinds of talks from him. I was really admiring his confidence.

Prabhu: "You could have easily been a bollywood heroine, What are you doing in a corporate office mrs Pooja shyam?"

I stopped walking upon hearing his question. I turned back towards him. He was walking behind me very closely as I turned back we both bumped into each other. His nose brushed against mine. My manglasutra got struck on his shirt button. He was wearing blazers with bronze buttons. I forgot what I was about to say. I tried to free My manglasutra from his button.

Prabhu: "Let me help you Mrs Pooja shyam"

He freed my manglasutra from his shirt button.

Pooja: "Where were you looking at while walking?"

Prabhu: "I was admiring the structure"

Pooja: "What are you talking about?"  I frowned upon him.

Prabhu: "I was talking about the building's architectural structure"

Then I started walking again. I know he's flirting with me. As a married woman I shouldn't be getting exciting about this but I am shamelessly enjoying his talks.

Prabhu: "You didn't answer my question"

Pooja: "Pardon me, what was your question?"

Prabhu: "You could be a heroin and  earning in crores, What are you doing here?"

He complimented me for the second time in a day. I was blushing, to hide it from him I increased my walking pace.

Pooja: "I have no interest in acting"

Prabhu: "What are your interests then?"

Pooja: "Most of the people ask about job descriptions on their first day of the work"

Prabhu: "I am not like most of the people, Pooja"

I introduced him to all the members of our team. Then I talked to him about the job roles and responsibilities. He never stopped flirting with me. He got a cabin opposite to my cabin. The whole day he was staring at me. I  was enjoying the attention that I am getting from him. I know it was wrong. I have a husband in Canada. But I secretly wanted Prabhu's attention. Later that afternoon I was sitting in the cafeteria alone having a snack and tea. Prabhu got into the cafeteria and grabbed a plate of pastries. He saw me and waved at me like we were close friends. He came towards my table and sat opposite to me.

Pooja: "How was your first day at your office?"

Prabhu: "So far so good Pooja"

His eyes were rolling down from my face to my breasts every minute. I noticed this and decided to tease him.

Pooja: "Do you like it?"

He immediately lifted his gaze to my face.

Pooja: "Do you like the job?"

He gave a vile smile.

Prabhu: "I am just getting the view of it, want to explore it more, will you help me?"

Pooja: " I see what I can do"

As we both were having conversations, my friend hema came to the table and joined us. She has been a good friend to me in this office for two years. She is 32 years old and a mother of two. When I introduced both of them in the morning, I can see hema was interested in him. How a mother of her age could easily fall for a guy like him. It must be his smile.  He had a charming smile. I thought it was exclusively for me but He is using it on every woman. I felt like a fool. May be he is just a womanizer, looking for some pussy. Don't get caught in his trap. They both started talking with each other. Hema was listening to him twirling her hair. She was acting like a teenage girl around him, laughing at his jokes. I was getting annoyed of their conversation but I don't know why?

Prabhu: "Can I get one of those"

Prabhu pointed his spoon directly at Hema's breast. I was shocked to see that he was very direct to her. Hema was also shocked at his question. She couldn't answer it.

Pooja: "Don't make us file a compliant against you for workplace indecency"

Prabhu: "Oh Pooja forgive me, I just wanted the cake slices on her plate"

Hema smiled at him.

Hema: "You can have both if you want"

both of them smiled at each other. I felt embarassed. I did't want to stay there anymore. I stood up and walked away without saying anything. But when I reached my cabin I felt It was a mistake leaving Prabhu alone with Hema.

surely Hema is trying to get into Prabhu's pants. The thought of Hema's toes rubbing on Prabhu's ankle under the table came to my mind. I got enraged. I have no clue why I am thinking this way. He is not my husband. Then why should I bother If someone trying to seduce him. I asked myself. Few weeks went by. we started to talk in whatsapp. At first the conversation was strictly professional atleast on my part but then we started to talk about personal things also. I was really dying for his attention. Usually I hide my whatsapp statuses to all my colleagues but Prabhu was an exception.

I put this picture as my whatsapp status and waited for Prabhu to see it. I began checking the status every couple of minutes. The first view was from Shyam. But he didn't reply to it. I didn't care either. The next view was from Prabhu. I went to his chat and waited for his reply. When I saw "Typing" on the chat my heart was racing to see what his reply would be.

Prabhu: "Divine beauty like apsaras"

Pooja: ** Blush smiley **

Prabhu: ** Kiss smiley **

Prabhu: "The red color was a nice touch"

What was he talking about? Then I remembered that I was wearing a red bra. How did he know?

Pooja: "How did you know?"

Prabhu: "I can see it"

I looked at the picture. There was no hint of my bra. Not even my bra strap was visible.

Pooja: "You are lying, There is no chance that you could have seen it in the picture, you are guessing aren't you?"

Prabhu: "Of course I can see it,Its in the middle of your forehead"

Then I bit my lip. He was talking about my bindi.

Prabhu: "Oh, You thought I was talking about your inners?"

Pooja: "No, I wasn't"

Prabhu: ""Now look who's lying"

Pooja: "May be"

Prabhu: "Which one is red bra or panties"

Pooja: "Both are"

Prabhu: "Your fashion sense is so good, What are the numbers?"

Pooja: "36D -35-38"

Prabhu: "Why are you not a mother yet?, Is there any problem with Shyam"

Pooja: "No,we simply decided this is not the right time"

Prabhu: "What contraceptives do you use?"

Pooja: "condoms"

Prabhu: "What is your favorite flavor?"

Pooja: "Mango"

Prabhu: "When was the last time you did it with your husband?"

Pooja: "Its been 6 months"

I was there shamelessy answering each and every question about my personal life to a man who I met few weeks back.

Some days passed like that. We started to chat almost everynight. I felt like I was falling in love with Prabhu.

One day Me and Prabhu both go into a crowded elevator. He was standing behind me. As the lift started moving towards the top floor more and more people got in. My body was pressed against Prabhu's body. His crotch was  right behind my ass. He was having an erection. Although he was wearing pants I could feel his cock deep into my ass crack. The size was huge. I could feel the moistness between my legs. When I got out of the lift I went to the restroom and fingered myself. This was the first time that I was doing it in office. I did it to reduce my libido but it was a mistake. I was more hornier than ever. I couldn't look straight into Prabhu's eyes. It was like I was standing naked in front of him eventhough I was wearing a dress.

That day our team had to work late night. After the work was over, I was about to go home but I couldn't get any cab at that time. Prabhu proposed That he would drop me on my home. I accepted his offer. What could a harmless bike ride do? I thought to myself. I hopped onto the bike with him. He had a sports bike. The seats were too sloppy. I was literally hugging him from behind. I could feel both of my breasts pressing on his back. There was not a single place to hold for a grip. My only option is to wrap my arms around his waist. My fingers were brushing on his crotch. I was feeling the bulge in his pants. suddenly it started to rain. Prabhu stopped the bike under a tree. we were in rain only for a few minutes but both of us were soaking wet. I was wearing a saree that day. It was transparent. Prabhu could clearly see my bra outline over my saree. We both were shivering in the cold.  Our shoulders were touching one anothers.

Prabhu proposed that we must go to his house as it was near by. I agreed. I was not thinking straight. I had to agree to escape from the cold. We both went to his house. It was a single bedroom apartment. He gave me a towel and one of his shirt to change. I went into the bathroom. I kept my handbag on the hall. My phone started ringing. Prabhu picked up the phone and came near the bathroom door and knocked. I opened the door slightly. I was standing naked. Prabhu was trying to peek through the opening of the door. He gave me my phone. The call was from shyam. I picked the call.

"I got struck in rain, I am with my friend hema, Looks like I have to spend the night at her house" I lied to my husband in front of Prabhu. Then I gave my Phone back to him and he left. I wiped my body with the towel. I wore the shirt which Prabhu gave me. It was a white shirt slightly longer to my thighs. I came out of the bathroom wearing the shirt. I was naked inside.

Prabhu was standing there on his boxers .

THE END OF THE JOURNAL....

What happened next? Seema wondered. It is obiviously that Pooja is having an emotional affair with Prabhu, but did they sleep with each other? Seema asked herself. While Seema was thinking Pooja got out from the makeup room.  Seema quickly placed the phone on Pooja's chair before she could see anything.

To be continued...