Adultery My fiancé climbs the corporate ladder

[incest_cuck]

"Please, Supratim," Anita pleads. "I'm not that kind of woman. I've never even done that for Arijit."

Arijit hears the soft thud of Supratim's hand against the wall, caging Anita in. His breath catches in his throat, anticipation and dread warring within him. "That's because Arijit doesn't deserve it. But I do.", Supratim chuckles darkly. "Just a kiss.”, he continues to coax her, "One little kiss on the tip. Then we'll stop if you want."

Anita's breathing is heavy, uncertain. "I... I don't know..."

"Think about how it felt in your hand," Supratim continues. "Don't you want to taste it?"

A moment of silence follows, broken only by Anita's shaky exhale. Then, the soft sound of her knees hitting the floor reaches your ears. Arijit's cock throbs painfully in his pants. The sounds coming from Supratim's office should disgust him, but instead, they send jolts of shameful arousal through his body.

"That's it," Supratim encourages. "Just a little closer."

Arijit strains to see more, his heart pounding. The dim light offers tantalizing glimpses - Anita's bare breasts, Supratim's imposing figure looming over her. Arijit’s eyes dart frantically, trying to piece together the scene through the narrow slats of the blinds. A flash of brown skin here, the outline of Supratim's broad shoulders there. He catches sight of Anita's dark-brown nipples, hard and peaked in the cool air of the office. Arijit's imagination fills in the gaps, painting a vivid picture that's equal parts arousing and agonizing.

"Oh god," Anita whimpers. "It's so... big."

"Kiss it," Supratim commands softly. "Show me how much you want it."

A moment of tense silence follows. Then, the wet sound of lips on flesh. Anita's muffled gasp. Supratim's low groan of satisfaction.

Arijit's world starts spinning. His fiance, his Anita, is kissing another man's cock. And he's hiding in the shadows, more aroused than he's ever been in his life!

The wet sounds of Anita's lips and tongue on Supratim's shaft reach Arijit's ears, each noise sending a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. His cock strains painfully against his pants, demanding attention even as his mind reels from the implications.

"Fuck," Supratim's deep voice groans. "That's it, baby. Worship my cock."

Arijit's breath comes in short, silent gasps as he listens to Anita's muffled moans. He can almost see her, eyes closed in concentration as she lavishes attention on Supratim's impressive member. The image should repulse him, but instead, it fuels his twisted arousal. A particularly loud slurp followed by Anita's gasp for air makes Arijit's knees weak. He leans against the wall for support, his hand unconsciously moving to palm his throbbing erection through his pants.

Shame and excitement war within him, each feeding the other in a dizzying spiral. Arijit knows he should be disgusted, should burst in and stop this. But he remains rooted to the spot, captivated by the sounds of his fiance’s infidelity and his own unexpected response to it.

Gradually, the room fills with the soft, wet sounds of Anita's increasingly confident oral ministrations on Supratim's impressive manhood. Her initial reluctance melts away, replaced by a familiar rhythm.

"Good girl!" Supratim encourages, his voice thick with desire. "You haven't forgotten a thing, have you?"

“Mmmmphhhh…”, Anita's muffled moan is followed by a deep groan from Supratim. "Fuck, yes. Just like old times.", he groans.

From his hidden vantage point, Arijit catches glimpses of the unthinkable scene unfolding. His fiance, on her knees, her lips wrapped around another man's cock with practiced ease. The sight sends a jolt of confusing arousal through him, mingled with bitter betrayal. He remembers all the times Anita refused to do this for him. "I've never done it before," she'd say. "It's too humiliating." Yet here she is, expertly pleasuring Supratim as if no time has passed since their college dating days.

Arijit could hear Supratim's large hand tangles in Anita's hair, guiding her movements. "Fuck, you're still so good at this," he growls, his voice thick with pleasure. "Always knew you were a natural cocksucker. Take it deeper, like you used to."

The wet sounds grow louder, more rhythmic. Arijit imagines Anita bobbing her head, taking more of Supratim into her mouth with the skill of years of practice. The thought should disgust him, but instead, his cock throbs painfully in his pants.

“Your fiance has no idea what he’s missing, does he?”, Supratim praises.

Anita's response is muffled, but the implication is clear. This is a pleasure she's always denied her fiance, which apparently is reserved only for Supratim. Arijit feels a surge of humiliation. The realization hits him like a physical blow - how many times did she lie to him, claiming inexperience, when she was an expert all along?

"That's it, take it all," Supratim groans. "Show me you haven't forgotten our special technique."

Anita's muffled moans grow more frequent, interspersed with gasps for air. Arijit can almost see her eyes watering, mascara running down her cheeks as she pushes herself to take Supratim deeper. The wet sounds intensify, growing sloppier and more desperate.

"That's it, baby," Supratim encourages, his voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you've missed my cock."

Arijit's imagination runs wild, conjuring images of Anita's lips stretched wide, her throat working to accommodate Supratim's impressive girth. The sounds of their illicit encounter echo in his ears, each noise a dagger to his heart and a spark to his twisted arousal.

Supratim's demeanor gradually shifts, his encouragement turning more aggressive. "Come on, Anita. You used to take it all. Show me you still can." Arijit hears her gag, followed by a wet, sputtering sound. His stomach churns at the forceful tone, a mix of concern and twisted arousal warring within him. He strains to see through the blinds, catching only glimpses of Supratim's large hand tangled in Anita's hair, pushing her head down insistently.

The sounds of Anita's struggle reach Arijit's ears - choked gags and desperate gasps for air, accompanied by Supratim’s grunts of pleasure.

"That's it," Supratim growls. "Push past that gag reflex. You remember how."

From his hidden spot, Arijit continues to see glimpses of the depraved scene. Anita's head bobbing frantically, Supratim's hips thrusting forward. The sight sends a confusing mix of arousal and anguish through him.

"Ngh... Supratim, I can't—" Anita's protest is cut off as Supratim pushes deeper.

"Yes, you can," he insists. "Spit on it. Get it nice and wet."

The sound of Anita spitting reaches her fiance’s ears, followed by more gagging. Arijit’s cock throbs painfully, as he imagines the saliva dripping down Supratim's shaft and Anita’s lips stretched wide around his girth.

"Fuck, that's it," Supratim moans. "All the way down."

Anita's muffled whimper is followed by the wet sounds of her throat working around Supratim's length.

"Good girl," Supratim praises. "You haven't lost your touch at all."

Anita pulls back, gasping for air. "Please, Supratim... it's too much..."

But her feeble protest is ignored as Supratim guides her back down. "Just a little more, baby. You can do it."

The room fills with the obscene sounds of Anita's struggle - gagging, slurping, desperate gasps for air. And through it all, Supratim's encouraging groans.

After about 15 minutes of this, Supratim's grip on Anita's hair loosens as his breathing grows ragged. "Fuck, Anita... you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up."

He gently eases her off his throbbing member, allowing her to catch her breath. Anita gasps, a mixture of relief and arousal evident in her voice.

"That was incredible," Supratim praises, his tone husky with desire. "You haven't lost your touch at all. In fact, I think you've gotten even better."

Anita's voice is hoarse as she asks, "Is... is that enough?"

Supratim laughs, a deep, rich sound that sends shivers down your spine, Arijit. "Oh, baby. We're just getting started."

From Arijit’s hidden vantage point, he could see Supratim help Anita to her feet. His heart began racing, a confusing mix of jealousy, arousal, and curiosity coursing through his veins.

Supratim's next words send a shiver down Arijit’s spine. "You know, there's something else we used to do back in college. Something special. I think it's time we revisited that, don't you?"

Anita's sharp intake of breath is audible even from where her fiance is hiding. "No, Supratim. Not that. You know I hated doing that, even back then."

"Come on, baby.", her boss coaxes, his voice low and persuasive. "You were so good at it. And I know deep down, you loved it too."

"I said no," Anita insists, but there's a tremor in her voice that suggests her resolve is wavering.

Arijit's curiosity is piqued. What could this 'special thing' be that Anita hated so much? And why does part of him desperately want to see it happen? His mind races with possibilities, each more depraved than the last. The shame of his own arousal mingles with an insatiable need to know, to witness every sordid detail of his fiancée's infidelity. Arijit's cock throbs painfully in his pants, a physical manifestation of his conflicted desires.

"Please, Anita," Supratim persists. "For old times' sake. I promise you'll enjoy it this time."

There's a moment of tense silence. You strain to see more, your heart pounding in your chest. What will Anita do? What is this mysterious act that has her so conflicted?

There's a moment of tense silence. Arijit strains to see more, his heart pounding in his chest. What will Anita do? What is this mysterious act that has her so conflicted?