Adultery My fiancé climbs the corporate ladder

[incest_cuck]

The fluorescent lights of Anita’s office building flickered as I stood in the lobby, fidgeting nervously with the collar of my shirt. At 34, my receding hairline and average build made me feel distinctly out of place among the sleek, young professionals bustling about. I was here to surprise my fiancée, Anita, with lunch – and perhaps to quell the gnawing insecurity that had been eating at me for months.

As I stepped into the elevator, my mind wandered to Supratim – Anita’s ex, her current boss, and the man who had given her this coveted position at his trendy start-up. The thought of him made my jaw clench. Tall, handsome, with a full head of thick black hair and thick beard – he was everything I wasn't. And he had shared an intimacy with Anita that I could never claim.

The elevator doors slid open on the 5th floor, and I made my way towards Anita’s desk. But as I rounded the corner, I froze. There she was, her lithe 28-year-old body leaning against Supratim's muscular frame as they pored over some documents. His hand rested casually on the small of her back, fingers splayed possessively across the curve of her ass.
"Anita," I called out, my voice cracking slightly.
She jumped, startled, and turned to face me. "Arijit! What are you doing here?"

Supratim's hand lingered for a moment before dropping away. He flashed me a confident smile, his perfect teeth gleaming. "Ah, you must be the fiancé. I've heard so much about you."

I felt a flush creeping up my neck as I approached them. Anita’s sari hugged her curves in all the right places, and I couldn't help but notice Supratim's appreciative gaze. The air crackled with tension as our eyes met.

Speaking about Anita – her dusky complexion always glows with a natural radiance, giving her an ethereal beauty that turns heads wherever she goes. At 28, she possesses a youthful charm that makes her appear slightly younger than her years. Her face is a canvas of delicate features, dominated by big, beautiful eyes that seem to hold secrets within their depths. Long, dark lashes frame these expressive orbs, adding to their allure. Her full lips, often curved in a shy smile, are perfectly shaped and inviting.

Anita’s petite yet curvy figure is a testament to feminine grace. Her modest 32B breasts are perky and well-proportioned to her frame, while her narrow 30-inch waist accentuates the swell of her shapely hips. The gentle curves of her body create an hourglass silhouette that's both elegant and sensual. Her long, silky dark hair cascades down her back in soft waves, framing her face beautifully.

Despite her undeniable attractiveness, Anita carries herself with a quiet dignity and modesty that only enhances her appeal. There's an air of innocence about her, mixed with a hint of hidden passion, that makes her irresistibly intriguing to those around her.

"I thought I'd surprise you with lunch," I said, holding up the bag of takeout.

Anita’s eyes darted between Supratim and me. "Oh, that's so sweet of you, but... Supratim and I were just about to go over some important project details over lunch."

Supratim interjected smoothly, "Why don't you join us, Arijit? I'd love to get to know the man who's stolen our star analyst's heart."

As we made our way to Supratim's private office, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking into the lion's den. The way Anita's hips swayed as she walked ahead of us, the casual way Supratim's hand brushed against her arm – it all sent my mind reeling with possibilities.

Once inside, Supratim closed the door behind us with a soft click. The room seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with unspoken desires. As Anita began unpacking the food, Supratim's voice dropped to a husky whisper.

"Arijit, I'm so glad you could join us. I was just telling Anita how... fortunate she is to have found such an... understanding man."

My pulse quickened as Anita turned, her sari rustling softly. A faint blush colored her cheeks as she avoided my gaze, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her pallu.

"Indeed, Supratim has been very... supportive of our engagement," Anita murmured, a shy smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Supratim's dark eyes locked onto mine, a hint of challenge in their depths. "Well, I've always believed in fostering a close-knit work environment. Wouldn't you agree, Arijit? It's important for a man to... keep his team satisfied."

I swallowed hard, feeling the subtle jab at my masculinity. Anita’s gaze flicked between us, her full lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came out.

"Of course," I managed, my voice slightly strained. "Satisfaction is... crucial in any relationship."

Supratim's hand came to rest on the back of Anita’s chair, his fingers just barely grazing her shoulder. "You know, Arijit, Anita has been absolutely thriving here. She has such... untapped potential. I'm more than happy to help her... explore it fully."

Anita ducked her head, but not before I caught the small smile that flitted across her face at Supratim's words. My stomach churned with a mix of discomfort and arousal.

"I'm sure she appreciates your... guidance," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Oh, I think we both know how much Anita values my input," Supratim chuckled, his tone dripping with innuendo. "Don't we, darling?"

Anita’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as she nodded almost imperceptibly. "Supratim has been an excellent mentor," she whispered, her eyes meeting mine for a brief, charged moment before darting away.

The air in the office felt thick with unspoken tension, every word and gesture laden with hidden meaning. As Supratim leaned in closer to Anita, the tension in the room felt palpable, a heady mix of desire and power dynamics that left me feeling dizzy. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them, their bodies angled towards each other as they pored over her report. The way Supratim's fingers brushed against Anita's hand as he pointed out something on the page sent a jolt of jealousy through me.

Suddenly, Supratim straightened up, his eyes meeting mine with a look of smug satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "You know, Arijit, you should be proud of Anita. Her dedication to excellence is... impressive. She often stays late, burning the midnight oil." His eyes gleamed as they raked over Anita's form. "I've lost count of how many times I've found her here, still working diligently, long after everyone else has gone home."

Anita ducked her head, a mix of pride and bashfulness coloring her cheeks. "It's nothing, really. The work is just so engaging..."

"Oh, come now," Supratim chuckled, his hand briefly touching Anita's arm. "Don't be modest. Your... passion is truly admirable." He turned to me, his gaze challenging. "You must miss her terribly on those late nights, eh Arijit?"

I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the sting of his words. "Well, I... I understand the demands of her job."

"Of course you do," Supratim nodded, his tone patronizing. "It's so important for a man to be... supportive. Especially when his woman is climbing the corporate ladder."

Anita glanced between us, her eyes wide. "Supratim has been very helpful in guiding my career," she murmured, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Oh, it's my pleasure," Supratim purred, his gaze lingering on Anita. "I always enjoy... nurturing talent. Especially when it's as promising as Anita's."

I watched as Anita's blush deepened, her fingers toying with the edge of her sari. The air in the room felt charged, thick with unspoken tension.

"In fact," Supratim continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, "I was thinking of recommending Anita for our upcoming conference in Puri. It would be a fantastic opportunity for her to... showcase her skills."

Anita's eyes lit up, even as she bit her lip nervously. "Really? That would be amazing, but... it's a four-day event, isn't it?"

"Indeed it is," Supratim nodded, his gaze flicking to me. "I'm sure Arijit wouldn't mind, though. After all, it's for your career advancement. Right, Arijit?"

I felt a knot form in my stomach as both of them turned to look at me, waiting for my response. The thought of Anita spending a week away, with Supratim, made my head spin. But what could I say?
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. The silence stretched out, heavy and uncomfortable, as Anita and Supratim waited for my response. I could see the hopeful glint in Anita's eyes, mixed with a touch of apprehension. Supratim, on the other hand, wore an expression of smug anticipation.

"I... well, it's quite a long time to be away," I finally managed, my voice sounding weak even to my own ears.

Supratim leaned forward, his voice taking on a faux-sympathetic tone. "Come now, Arijit. Surely you wouldn't want to hold Anita back from such a golden opportunity? This conference could be a real game-changer for her career."

Anita reached out, her delicate fingers brushing against my arm. "It would mean so much to me, Arijit," she said softly, her dark eyes imploring. "I promise I'll call every day."

I felt my resolve crumbling under their combined gazes. The thought of Anita spending four long days and nights with Supratim still made my stomach churn, but how could I deny her this chance?

Supratim pressed on, his voice smooth as silk. "Think of it as an investment in your future together. The connections Anita could make at this conference... well, let's just say it could lead to some very lucrative opportunities down the line."

I took a deep breath, forcing a smile onto my face. "Well, when you put it like that... I suppose it would be selfish of me to object. Of course you should go, Anita. It's a great opportunity."

Anita's face lit up with joy, and she squeezed my hand gratefully. "Thank you, Arijit! You're the best!"

Supratim's grin widened, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Excellent decision, Arijit. I'll make sure to take good care of Anita while we're away. You have nothing to worry about."

As I watched Supratim's hand come to rest on Anita's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just made a terrible mistake. But the radiant smile on Anita's face made it impossible for me to voice my doubts. I could only hope that my trust in her wasn't misplaced.