Adultery My fiancé climbs the corporate ladder

[incest_cuck]

Supratim's fingers become more insistent, drawing a reluctant moan from Anita. "Ohhh... god..." she whimpers, her hips beginning to move of their own accord, seeking more contact.

Encouraged by her whimpers and moans, Supratik’s fingers continue their expert exploration, eliciting increasingly passionate responses from his employee and his former college date. Her olive skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat as she writhes under his ministrations. "Mmm... ah... fuck..." she pants, her voice breathy and high-pitched.

"That's it," Supratim murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "Let yourself feel good, Anita. You deserve this."

Anita's breath comes in short, sharp gasps. “Fuck... fuck... fuck..." she chants, her voice rising in pitch and volume. Her eyes flutter open, meeting Supratim's intense gaze. The raw desire she sees there sends a shiver down her spine. "Ah! Ah! Ah!", she cries out, her body trembling, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. The pressure builds within her, a tidal wave threatening to break at any moment.

Arijit watches, transfixed, as his fiance teeters on the edge of ecstasy. His own hand moves faster, matching the rhythm of Supratim's fingers. The guilt and shame swirling in his gut only seem to heighten his arousal. The lewd sounds fill the room – his fiance’s moans, the wet noises of her boss’s fingers - echo in Arijit's ears. His own ministrations seem pathetic in comparison, yet he can't bring himself to stop.

Supratim leans in, his lips brushing against Anita's ear. "Cum for me," he commands softly. "Let go, Anita. Show me how much you want this." Anita's resolve crumbles entirely. With a cry that's equal parts pleasure and anguish, she surrenders to the sensations. Her body arches, trembling violently as waves of pleasure crash over her. Supratim holds her close, murmuring words of praise as he guides her through her climax. His free hand roams possessively over her quivering form, as if staking his claim.

As Anita's cries of pleasure fill the room, Arijit feels his own release building. The sight of his fiancé coming undone at another man's touch pushes him dangerously close to the edge. His hand moves faster, his grip tightening as he strokes himself furiously. His breath comes in short, sharp pants, his chest heaving with each labored inhale. Sweat beads on his brow, trickling down his temples as the tension in his body builds to a fever pitch.

Anita naked body collapses onto the cabin floor, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. Her olive skin glistens with sweat, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release. She lies there, vulnerable and exposed, as the reality of what just transpired begins to sink in. Supratim towers over her prone form, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he surveys his handiwork. He brings his fingers to his mouth, savoring the taste of his employee’s arousal with a low, appreciative groan.

"Delicious," he purrs, his eyes never leaving Anita's flushed face. "I knew you'd taste divine."

Anita's cheeks burn with shame, but she can't bring herself to look away from Supratim's intense gaze. Her body still hums with residual pleasure, betraying her attempts to regain composure.

Arijit forces himself to slow his strokes, not wanting to reach his peak too soon. The sight of his fiancé sprawled out on the floor, thoroughly pleasured by another man, sends conflicting waves of arousal and anguish through him. His eyes remain fixed on her flushed form, drinking in every detail of her post-orgasmic bliss. The sheen of sweat on her skin, the rise and fall of her breasts as she pants, the way her thighs tremble - it all sears itself into his memory, arousing and agonizing in equal measure. His hand moves at a torturous pace now, fingers loosely gripping his shaft as he fights against the urge to just let go. His breath comes in shaky gasps, his chest heaving with each labored inhale as he struggles to maintain control.

Supratim kneels beside Anita, his hand trailing lazily along her trembling form. "We're far from done, my dear," he murmurs, his voice thick with promise and threat. "I intend to explore every inch of you before this night is through." He then gently slides his arms beneath her trembling form, lifting her effortlessly from the cabin floor. His towering frame dwarfs her as he cradles her against his chest, her olive skin a stark contrast to his hairy chest.

"There we go," he murmurs soothingly, carrying her to the large mahogany desk. "Let's get you more comfortable." He sets Anita down on the cool surface, his hands lingering on her skin. She shivers, whether from the temperature or his touch remains unclear.

"Shh, it's alright," Supratim coos, his fingers tracing patterns on her thigh. "This is exactly where you're meant to be, Anita. You know that, don't you?"

Anita's eyes flutter, conflict evident in her gaze. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Supratim leans in, his lips brushing her ear. "Your body knows. It's been craving this, craving me. There's no shame in admitting it."

His hand slides up her body, cupping her breast. Anita's back arches involuntarily at the touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"See?" Supratim smirks. "You want this. It's right, it's natural. Just let yourself feel good."

Arijit continues to stroke himself slowly, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. The sight of his fiancé nude and spread out on her boss’s desk, her body responding to his touch, sends jolts of arousal through him despite the ache in his chest.

Supratim reaches into his desk drawer, retrieving a foil packet. Anita's eyes widen as realization dawns.

"No, we can't," she protests weakly, attempting to sit up. "This is too far."

Supratim places a firm hand on her shoulder, gently but insistently keeping her in place. "Anita, darling," he purrs, his voice a blend of charm and authority. "We both know this is what you truly want. Why deny yourself?"

Anita shakes her head, her eyes replete with guilt. "But Arijit... I can't do this to him.", she says.

"You've already given me so much," Supratim counters smoothly. "Why stop now? Let yourself have this, Anita. Let me make you feel things he never could."

His fingers trace patterns on her skin as he speaks, eliciting involuntary shivers. Anita bites her lip, her resolve visibly wavering.

"I..." she begins, her voice trembling.

"Shh," Supratim soothes, leaning in close. "Just say yes, baby. Say yes, and I'll give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

Arijit watches, breath caught in his throat, as Anita teeters on the precipice of a decision that will change everything. Will she give in to her boss’s seduction? Or will she find the strength to resist? His hand rests on his cock, frozen in anticipation. His eyes remain locked on his fiance’s face, searching for any sign of what she might do. The tension in the room is palpable, thick enough to choke on.

Supratim's hands continue to roam over Anita's sprawled out body, cupping her breasts, gripping her hips. Her mind races, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Guilt crashes over her as her fiancé’s face flashes in her mind. Over a year of love and trust, about to be shattered by one moment of weakness. She imagines the pain in his eyes if he ever found out. Yet undeniable arousal courses through her body, responding to her boss and former lover’s skilled touch and commanding presence. A primal part of her craves to experience his passion fully.

Anita wonders if she'll be able to live with herself afterwards. Will the guilt consume her? Or will the memory of ecstasy make it worthwhile?

As her body trembles on the precipice of giving in completely to temptation or finding the strength to resist, Supratim positions himself between her trembling thighs, his impressive manhood brushing teasingly against her slick folds. A shudder runs through her body at the intimate contact.

"Feel how perfectly we fit together," Supratim murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "This is meant to be, Anita. Give in to what your body craves."

“Mmmm….”, Anita whimpers, her hips involuntarily arching towards him. Her eyes are squeezed shut, torn between desire and guilt.

Supratim continues his sensual assault, one hand caressing her breast as he slides himself along her wet entrance. "Say yes," he coaxes. "Let me show you pleasure you only used to know when we were in college together." Anita's breath comes in short gasps, her body responding eagerly to Supratim's ministrations despite her internal conflict. She doesn't explicitly agree, but her resistance is clearly crumbling.

Arijit watches with bated breath, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The sight of his fiance on the verge of surrendering herself completely and undoubtedly to another man both repulses and arouses him. His eyes remain fixed on her, drinking in every detail of her conflicted expression. The flush on her cheeks, the parting of her lips, the way her eyes flutter between desire and hesitation - it all sears itself into Arijit's memory.

Supratim positions himself at her entrance, ready to claim her fully. "Last chance to stop me," he warns, his voice husky with desire.

Anita's breath catches in her throat, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Her hips twitch involuntarily, betraying her need. "I... I..." she stammers, her resolve crumbling.

Supratim eases forward, his considerable girth stretching Anita as he enters her. She gasps again, louder this time, her body tensing at the intrusion. "Fuck," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Wait, I..." Anita protests weakly, her hands pressing against his chest.

"Shh, you can take it," Supratim soothes, continuing his slow advance. "Remember how we used to be in college? How wild and free?"

Anita whimpers, memories flooding back of their passionate encounters years ago.

"That's it," Supratim encourages. "Your body remembers me. Let go of your inhibitions, just like old times."