Adultery Cuckold looses loving wife to boss

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The humid Mumbai evening clung to Arjun’s skin as he sat in his cramped office at Visionary Ads, the whir of the air conditioner barely cutting through the heat. His desk was cluttered with campaign drafts, but his mind was elsewhere—fixed on Sanjay Malhotra, his boss, and the audacious plan forming in his head. Arjun, thirty-five and restless, saw Sanjay not just as a boss but as the ultimate “bull” for his cuckold fantasy—a man of power and prestige who could elevate his twisted desires and his career in one stroke. Priya, his wife, was the key to both.
Arjun’s obsession had grown since the corporate gala at Sanjay’s Bandra villa, where Sanjay’s eyes had lingered on Priya’s curves, dbangd in a sheer black saree. Those glances, coupled with Sanjay’s subtle flirtations during orchestrated meetings—a lunch, a client drop-off, a charity event, a late-night café session—confirmed his attraction. Arjun had engineered each encounter to fan Sanjay’s desire, dressing Priya in fitted kurtas and plunging blouses, noting Sanjay’s faltering words and lingering touches. Now, Arjun was ready to cross the line: to offer Priya to Sanjay, not as a gigolo’s fleeting thrill, but as a calculated pact blending lust and ambition. The challenge was convincing Sanjay, a man of ethics, to agree—and ensuring Priya, reluctant but bound by love, complied.
Arjun chose a quiet Friday evening, after the office had emptied, to approach Sanjay. The executive floor was silent, the Mumbai skyline glittering through Sanjay’s corner office windows. Sanjay sat at his desk, reviewing a Unilever pitch, his navy blazer dbangd over the chair, his sleeves rolled up. Arjun knocked, his palms sweaty, a rehearsed speech looping in his mind. “Sir, can we talk? It’s… personal,” he said, his voice steady but laced with deference.
Sanjay looked up, his dark eyes curious but guarded. “Of course, Arjun. Come in. What’s on your mind?” He gestured to a leather chair, his tone warm, the mentor’s ease that made him beloved.
Arjun sat, his fingers drumming on his knee, choosing his words like a chess move. “Sir, I’ve always admired you—not just as a boss, but as a man. Your success, your vision… it’s inspiring. And I’ve noticed how you and Priya get along.” He paused, watching Sanjay’s face for a reaction.
Sanjay’s brow furrowed, a flicker of caution crossing his features. “Priya’s a lovely woman,” he said carefully, leaning back. “You’re lucky to have her. But what’s this about?”