Yesterday, 03:42 PM
Part Four: The Business Strategy Deepens
Two weeks after Asha and Ajay had become part of their intimate circle, Arjun sat in his office at the financial services firm in Bandra, staring at the Mumbai skyline through his window. His mind wasn't on the spreadsheets in front of him—it was on opportunity.
He'd watched Priya's career trajectory over the past few months. Her relationship with Vivek Sharma, her boss at the marketing firm, had resulted in two promotions, a significant raise, and assignment to the company's most prestigious accounts. She was now leading campaigns for major brands, earning nearly double what she'd made six months ago.
And it wasn't just the professional benefits. Vivek had gifted her expensive jewelry, designer handbags, taken her to luxury restaurants. He was clearly infatuated, and Priya knew exactly how to maintain that infatuation while extracting maximum benefit.
*If Priya can do it with her boss, why can't I do the same?* Arjun thought, his mind already formulating a plan.
His boss, Rajesh Mehta, was a powerful man in his mid-forties. He was the Vice President of the firm, overseeing a team of twenty financial advisors and managing a portfolio worth hundreds of crores. Rajesh was successful, wealthy, confident—and Arjun had noticed the way he looked at Priya during the company's annual party last month.
Priya had attended as Arjun's wife, wearing a stunning red saree that hugged her curves perfectly. Rajesh's eyes had followed her all evening, his gaze lingering on the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts visible through the saree's pallu. He'd made polite conversation, but the attraction was obvious.
*He wants her,* Arjun had thought at the time. *And I can use that.*
Now, sitting in his office, Arjun made his decision. He would do exactly what Priya had done with Vivek—but he would be even more strategic about it. He would offer Priya to Rajesh, not as a transaction, but as an intimate social arrangement that would deepen their professional relationship.
That evening, Arjun discussed his plan with Priya over dinner at their penthouse.
"I want to invite Rajesh for dinner," he said, watching her reaction carefully. "An intimate dinner. Just the three of us."
Priya's eyes lit up with understanding. "You want me to seduce him."
"I want you to do what you do best," Arjun replied. "Be yourself—beautiful, confident, sexual. Let him see what he's been fantasizing about. And if things progress naturally..."
"They will," Priya said with a confident smile. "I saw how he looked at me at the party. He wants me. The question is, what do you want from this?"
"A promotion," Arjun said bluntly. "Rajesh controls who moves up in the firm. I've been working my ass off for two years, and I'm ready for the next level. But there are five other advisors competing for the same position. I need an edge."
"And I'm that edge," Priya said, not a question but a statement.
"You're more than that," Arjun said, reaching across the table to take her hand. "You're my partner in everything. We're building something together—a life of freedom, pleasure, and success. If we can leverage your sexuality to advance both our careers, why shouldn't we?"
Priya squeezed his hand, her pussy already getting wet at the thought. "When do you want to do this?"
"This Friday," Arjun said. "I'll tell him it's a casual dinner to get to know each other better outside the office. You'll cook something special, wear something incredible, and we'll see where the evening takes us."
"It'll take us exactly where we want it to go," Priya said with certainty.
---
Friday evening arrived with careful preparation. Priya had spent the afternoon cooking—butter chicken, dal makhani, garlic naan, and biryani. The penthouse smelled incredible, the dining table was set elegantly, and soft music played from hidden speakers.
But the real preparation had been Priya herself. She'd spent an hour getting ready, shaving everywhere, applying makeup that was dramatic but not overdone, styling her long black hair in loose waves. And her outfit—god, her outfit was perfect.
She wore a deep blue saree in silk that clung to every curve of her body. The blouse was cut low, showing the swell of her breasts, and was backless, revealing smooth skin all the way down to the curve of her lower back. The saree was dbangd to show her flat stomach, the fabric hugging her hips and ass. She wore gold jewellery—earrings, a necklace, bangles—and her highest heels.
When she looked at herself in the mirror, she knew Rajesh wouldn't stand a chance.
Arjun wore dark slacks and a fitted shirt, looking handsome and professional. But his eyes kept traveling to Priya, his cock already hardening at the thought of what was about to happen.
"You look incredible," he murmured, coming up behind her and kissing her neck. "Rajesh is going to lose his mind."
"That's the plan," Priya replied, turning to kiss him deeply. "Are you ready for this? Ready to watch another man touch me, fuck me?"
"I've been thinking about it all week," Arjun admitted, his hand sliding down to cup her ass through the saree. "Watching you with Ajay was incredible. Watching you with Vikram at the club was hot. But this is different—this is strategic. This is us using your sexuality to get what we want."
"And what we want is your promotion," Priya said.
"And whatever else we can get," Arjun added with a smile.
The doorbell rang at exactly eight o'clock. Rajesh Mehta was nothing if not punctual.
Arjun opened the door to find his boss standing there with a bottle of expensive wine and a confident smile. Rajesh was an impressive man—tall, probably six feet, with broad shoulders and a strong build maintained through regular gym sessions. His hair was salt-and-pepper, giving him a distinguished look, and his face was handsome with sharp features and intelligent eyes. He wore expensive clothes—tailored slacks, a designer shirt, a watch that probably cost more than most people's cars.
"Arjun," Rajesh said, shaking his hand firmly. "Thank you for the invitation. I've been looking forward to this all week."
"We're glad you could make it," Arjun replied, stepping aside to let him in. "Please, come in."
Rajesh entered the penthouse, his eyes immediately taking in the luxurious space—the modern furniture, the floor-to-ceiling windows with views of the Mumbai skyline, the expensive art on the walls. But his attention quickly shifted when Priya emerged from the kitchen.
"Rajesh sir," Priya said with a warm smile, walking toward him with graceful confidence. "Welcome to our home."
Rajesh's eyes widened slightly as he took her in—the stunning saree, the curves it revealed, the confidence in her walk, the beauty of her face. For a moment, he seemed speechless.
*Fuck, she's even more beautiful than I remembered,* Rajesh thought, his cock stirring in his pants. *That saree... the way it shows her body... I can see the curve of her breasts, her waist, her hips. God, I want to touch her.*
"Priya," he finally managed, taking her offered hand and bringing it to his lips in a gesture that was both traditional and intimate. "You look absolutely stunning. Thank you for having me."
"The pleasure is ours," Priya replied, letting her hand linger in his for a moment longer than necessary. "Please, sit. Dinner is almost ready."
They moved to the living room, where Arjun poured drinks—whiskey for the men, wine for Priya. The conversation started professionally—discussing work, the firm's recent successes, market trends. But Priya's presence was impossible to ignore.
She sat across from Rajesh, her posture perfect, the saree dbangd to show maximum skin without being vulgar. Every time she moved, Rajesh's eyes followed—watching the way her breasts moved beneath the silk, the way her bangles clinked together, the way she crossed and uncrossed her legs, giving him glimpses of smooth thigh.
*She knows exactly what she's doing,* Rajesh thought, taking a long sip of his whiskey. *The way she's sitting, the way she's looking at me... she's flirting. And Arjun doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he seems to be encouraging it.*
Dinner was served, and they moved to the dining table. Priya had outdone herself—the food was delicious, the presentation perfect. But the real show was Priya herself. She served the food, leaning over the table in ways that gave Rajesh perfect views of her cleavage. She laughed at his jokes, touched his arm when making a point, maintained eye contact that was just a bit too intense to be merely friendly.
Arjun watched it all, his cock hard in his pants, arousal flooding through him. *She's incredible,* he thought. *The way she's working him, making him want her more with every passing minute. And he's falling for it completely.*
After dinner, they returned to the living room with more drinks. The conversation had shifted from professional to personal—discussing travel, hobbies, life in Mumbai. The atmosphere was relaxed, intimate, charged with sexual tension.
Priya excused herself to change the music, and when she returned, she'd adjusted her saree slightly—the pallu now dbangd lower, showing even more of her breasts, the fabric wrapped tighter around her hips.
"Dance with me," she said to Rajesh, extending her hand.
Rajesh glanced at Arjun, who nodded with a smile. "Please, go ahead."
Rajesh stood and took Priya's hand, and she led him to the open space near the windows. A slow, sensual song played—something with a deep bass and sultry vocals. Priya moved close to Rajesh, her body almost touching his, and began to dance.
It wasn't traditional dancing—it was seduction. Her hips swayed to the music, her body moving with fluid grace, her hands trailing up her own body, over her stomach, her breasts, her neck. Rajesh watched, mesmerized, his cock now fully hard and straining against his pants.
*God, the way she moves,* Rajesh thought, his breathing quickening. *She's so sexual, so confident. I want to touch her so badly. I want to feel her body against mine.*
Priya moved closer, her body now pressed against his, her breasts against his chest, her hips moving against his. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach, and she smiled.
"You're tense," she murmured, her lips close to his ear. "Relax."
Her hands moved to his shoulders, massaging gently, then sliding down his chest. Rajesh's hands, which had been hovering uncertainly, finally settled on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin silk.
"Priya," he breathed, his voice rough. "This is..."
"This is what you want," Priya interrupted, her hands moving lower, over his stomach, dangerously close to his cock. "Isn't it? You've been wanting this since you first saw me."
"Yes," Rajesh admitted, his control slipping. "God yes. But Arjun..."
"Arjun wants this too," Priya said, glancing over at her husband, who was watching them with obvious arousal. "We believe in freedom, in pleasure, in living without shame. And right now, I want you."
She pressed her hand against his cock through his pants, feeling how hard he was, how much he wanted her. Rajesh groaned, his hands tightening on her waist.
"I want you too," he said. "I've been fantasizing about you for months."
"Then take me," Priya whispered. "Touch me. Kiss me. Show me what you've been fantasizing about."
Rajesh's control broke. He pulled her tight against him and kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth, his hands roaming over her body—her back, her ass, her breasts. Priya responded with equal passion, her hands working at his shirt buttons, eager to feel his skin.
Arjun watched from the couch, his own hand pressed against his hard cock, arousal flooding through him. *This is it,* he thought. *This is the moment. My boss is kissing my wife, touching her, and I'm watching it happen. And it's so fucking hot.*
Priya broke the kiss and took Rajesh's hand, leading him toward the bedroom. She glanced back at Arjun. "Coming?"
"Wouldn't miss it," Arjun replied, standing and following them.
In the bedroom, Priya turned to face Rajesh, her hands moving to the pins holding her saree in place. Slowly, deliberately, she began to unwrap it, letting the silk fall away to reveal her body beneath.
She wore a matching blue bra and panties set, both lacy and sheer, showing more than they concealed. Her body was perfect—full breasts straining against the lace, flat stomach, curvy hips, long legs. Rajesh's eyes travelled over every inch of her, his cock throbbing with need.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed. "Even more beautiful than I imagined."
"Show me," Priya commanded, moving toward him. "Show me how much you want me."
Rajesh pulled her into another kiss, his hands immediately going to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the lace. Priya moaned into his mouth, her own hands working at his belt, freeing his cock.
When she wrapped her hand around him, they both groaned. He was thick, maybe seven and a half inches, cut, with a prominent head already leaking precum. Priya stroked him slowly, feeling the heat and hardness of him.
*His cock is so thick,* Priya thought, her pussy clenching with anticipation. *I want to taste him, want to feel him inside me.*
She broke the kiss and sank to her knees in front of him, her eyes locked on his cock. "I want to suck you," she said. "I want to taste my husband's boss's cock."
"Fuck," Rajesh groaned, his hand tangling in her hair. "Please."
Priya leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum. Rajesh's hips jerked forward, his hand tightening in her hair.
"God, your tongue," he gasped.
Priya took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his thickness, her tongue swirling around the head. She sucked him slowly at first, taking him deeper with each bob of her head, relaxing her throat to take him as deep as she could.
*He tastes so good,* Priya thought, saliva pooling in her mouth. *So thick, so hard. I love the way he fills my mouth, the way he throbs on my tongue.*
Rajesh looked down at the sight of Priya's beautiful face, her lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes looking up at him with obvious desire. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.
*Arjun's wife is sucking my cock,* he thought, his mind reeling. *And he's right there, watching. This is insane. This is incredible.*
Arjun sat in a chair near the bed, his own cock out now, stroking himself as he watched his wife suck his boss's cock. The sight was incredibly arousing—seeing Priya's head bob up and down, hearing the wet sounds of her mouth, seeing Rajesh's face contort with pleasure.
*That's my wife,* Arjun thought, his hand moving faster on his cock. *My beautiful wife, sucking another man's cock. And it's going to get me promoted. This is perfect.*
Priya sucked Rajesh faster now, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging gently. Rajesh's moans grew louder, his hips starting to thrust, fucking her mouth.
"I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice strained. "Priya, I'm going to cum."
Priya pulled back slightly, keeping just the head of his cock in her mouth, her hand stroking his shaft rapidly. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his cum fill her mouth.
"Cum for me," she said, her voice muffled around his cock. "Cum in my mouth."
Rajesh's orgasm hit him hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into Priya's waiting mouth. Rope after rope of hot cum shot onto her tongue, filling her mouth with his seed.
*So much cum,* Priya thought as she swallowed, her mouth filling again and again. *He tastes good. Salty, thick, perfect.*
She swallowed everything he gave her, then pulled off his cock and opened her mouth to show him it was empty. Rajesh groaned at the sight, his cock still twitching.
"That was incredible," he breathed, helping her to her feet.
"We're just getting started," Priya replied, reaching behind her to unhook her bra.
It fell away, revealing her breasts—full, perfect, with dark nipples already hard. Rajesh's hands immediately went to them, cupping, squeezing, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
"Beautiful," he murmured, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
Priya gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, holding him against her breast. His tongue swirled around her nipple, then his teeth grazed it gently, making her cry out.
"Yes," she moaned. "Suck them. Bite them."
Rajesh moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, while his hand slid down her stomach to her panties. He could feel how wet she was through the lace, could feel the heat of her pussy.
"You're so wet," he said against her skin.
"I'm always wet," Priya replied. "I'm a nymphomaniac. I need sex constantly. And right now, I need your cock inside me."
Rajesh pulled her panties down her legs, revealing her completely waxed pussy, already glistening with arousal. He pushed her back onto the bed and spread her thighs wide, taking a moment to admire her—the pink folds, the swollen clit, the wetness coating her.
"I need to taste you first," he said, lowering his head between her thighs.
His tongue found her clit immediately, circling it, then sucking it into his mouth. Priya cried out, her back arching off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets.
"Oh fuck," she gasped. "Your tongue feels so good."
Rajesh devoured her pussy, his tongue working her clit expertly, then pushing inside her, tasting her. He added two fingers, pushing them deep inside her, feeling how tight and wet she was.
*She tastes incredible,* Rajesh thought, his face buried between her thighs. *So sweet, so wet. I could eat her for hours.*
"I'm going to cum," Priya warned, her thighs trembling. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Rajesh's fingers moved faster, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit. Priya's orgasm hit her suddenly, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices flowing.
"Yes, yes, fuck yes!" she cried out, her body shaking with pleasure.
Rajesh lapped up her juices, working her through the waves of her orgasm, prolonging it until she was gasping and pushing his head away.
"Too sensitive," she panted. "Fuck me now. I need your cock inside me."
Rajesh moved up her body, positioning himself between her thighs. His cock was hard again, ready, pressing against her wet entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire there, the need.
"Are you sure?" he asked, glancing at Arjun.
"Fuck her," Arjun said from his chair, his hand still stroking his cock. "Give her what she needs."
Rajesh thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Priya in one smooth motion. They both groaned at the sensation—Priya at being filled so completely, Rajesh at the tight, wet heat of her pussy.
"Oh god," Priya moaned. "You're so deep. You feel so good inside me."
"You're so tight," Rajesh gasped, starting to move. "So wet. Fuck, Priya."
He started fucking her with long, deep strokes, his cock sliding in and out of her, the wet sounds filling the room. Priya wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back.
*I'm fucking Arjun's wife,* Rajesh thought as he thrust deeper. *My employee's wife. And he's watching. This is the most taboo, most incredible thing I've ever done.*
"Harder," Priya begged. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel you tomorrow."
Rajesh obliged, pounding into her, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. Priya's breasts bounced with each impact, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
"Yes, yes, just like that," she cried. "Don't stop. Fuck me like you own me."
Arjun watched, his hand moving faster on his own cock, completely aroused by the sight of his boss fucking his wife. *This is perfect,* he thought. *She's taking his cock so well. And this is going to change everything for us.*
Rajesh changed positions, pulling out and flipping Priya onto her hands and knees. He positioned himself behind her, admiring the view—her perfect ass, her wet pussy, the curve of her back.
"You're so beautiful," he said, running his hands over her ass, squeezing.
"Then fuck me," Priya demanded, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Fill me with your cock."
Rajesh thrust back inside her from behind, groaning at the new angle, at how deep he could go. He gripped her hips and started pounding into her, his balls slapping against her with each thrust.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Priya moaned, her arms giving out, her face pressed into the mattress. "So deep. You're so fucking deep."
Rajesh fucked her relentlessly, his cock driving into her again and again, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, the pressure mounting.
"I'm going to cum," he warned. "Where do you want it?"
"Inside me," Priya gasped. "Cum inside me. Fill my pussy with your cum."
*Yes,* Rajesh thought as his orgasm approached. *I'm going to cum inside her. I'm going to fill Arjun's wife with my seed.*
He thrust deep one final time and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, coating her inner walls, marking her.
"Oh god," Priya moaned, feeling him cum inside her. "I can feel it. So much cum. Fill me up."
The sensation of Rajesh cumming inside her triggered Priya's own orgasm, and she cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for every drop.
When Rajesh finally pulled out, his cum immediately started leaking from Priya's pussy, dripping down her thighs. She collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, completely satisfied.
Rajesh sat back, also breathing hard, his mind reeling from what had just happened. *I just fucked my employee's wife,* he thought. *And it was incredible.*
Arjun stood and moved to the bed, his own cock still hard. He looked at Priya, at her cum-filled pussy, and felt a surge of arousal.
"My turn," he said, positioning himself behind her.
He thrust inside her, feeling Rajesh's cum coating his cock, making everything slippery and hot. The sensation was incredible—fucking his wife's pussy that was full of another man's cum.
*This is so hot,* Arjun thought as he fucked her. *She's full of my boss's cum, and I'm fucking her. This is perfect.*
He came quickly, adding his own cum to Rajesh's, filling Priya even more. When he pulled out, cum poured from her pussy, pooling on the bed beneath her.
They all collapsed together, breathing heavily, covered in sweat and cum, completely satisfied.
After a while, they cleaned up and returned to the living room, all of them dressed again, the atmosphere surprisingly comfortable despite what had just happened.
Rajesh poured himself another whiskey, his mind still processing. "That was..." he started, then trailed off.
"Incredible?" Priya supplied with a smile.
"Yes," Rajesh agreed. "Incredible. And unexpected."
"We believe in living authentically," Arjun said, sitting beside Priya on the couch. "Without shame, without pretense. And we both enjoy sharing these experiences."
"I can see that," Rajesh said, looking at them both. "And I have to say, I'm grateful. That was one of the best experiences of my life."
"We're glad," Priya said. "And we hope it's not the last time."
"It won't be," Rajesh assured her. "If you're willing, I'd very much like to continue this... arrangement."
"We're willing," Arjun said. "In fact, we'd welcome it."
Rajesh nodded, then looked at Arjun seriously. "You know, Arjun, I've been impressed with your work lately. You've been handling your accounts well, bringing in new clients, exceeding targets."
"Thank you, sir," Arjun said, his heart racing.
"I think you're ready for more responsibility," Rajesh continued. "There's a Senior Advisor position opening up next month. I'd like to recommend you for it. It comes with a significant raise—about forty percent increase in salary—and a larger bonus structure."
Arjun felt a surge of triumph. *It worked,* he thought. *It actually worked.*
"That's very generous, sir," he said aloud. "I'd be honored."
"You've earned it," Rajesh said, though his eyes flicked to Priya briefly. "And I look forward to working more closely with you both."
After Rajesh left, Priya and Arjun celebrated with champagne, both elated by how well the evening had gone.
"Forty percent raise," Arjun said, shaking his head in amazement. "Plus bonuses. That's an extra fifteen lakhs a year, at least."
"And this is just the beginning," Priya said. "If we can do this with Rajesh, we can do it with others. Your clients, his contacts, anyone who can help advance your career."
"What about you?" Arjun asked. "How are things going with Vivek?"
Priya smiled. "Actually, I'm seeing him tomorrow afternoon. He's invited me to his apartment."
---
The next afternoon, Priya took an Uber to Vivek Sharma's apartment in Worli, an upscale neighbourhood with stunning views of the Arabian Sea. Vivek had texted her that morning, asking if she was free for a few hours. She'd agreed immediately, knowing exactly what he wanted.
Vivek's apartment was luxurious—modern furniture, expensive art, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sea. He greeted her at the door wearing casual clothes—jeans and a fitted t-shirt that showed off his athletic build.
Vivek was in his late thirties, handsome with sharp features, dark hair, and an air of confidence that came from success. He worked out regularly, and it showed—broad shoulders, defined chest and arms, flat stomach. He was the kind of man who turned heads wherever he went.
"Priya," he said, pulling her into a hug that lasted just a bit too long. "I'm so glad you could come."
"I'm glad you invited me," Priya replied, stepping into the apartment.
They made small talk for a few minutes—discussing work, a campaign she was leading, office politics. But the sexual tension was thick in the air, both of them knowing why she was really there.
"I've been thinking about you all week," Vivek finally said, moving closer to her. "About the last time we were together."
"Me too," Priya admitted, her hand moving to his chest. "I've been wanting you."
Vivek pulled her into a kiss, his hands immediately roaming over her body—her back, her ass, her breasts. Priya responded with equal passion, her hands working at his shirt, pulling it over his head.
His body was impressive—defined muscles, smooth skin, a light dusting of hair on his chest. Priya ran her hands over him, feeling the strength beneath the skin.
"Bedroom," Vivek said, his voice rough with need.
They moved to his bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. By the time they reached the bed, both were naked, their bodies pressed together, hands everywhere.
Vivek pushed Priya onto the bed and immediately moved between her thighs, his mouth finding her pussy. He licked and sucked, his tongue working her clit expertly, making her moan and writhe.
"Oh god, Vivek," Priya gasped, her hands tangling in his hair. "Your tongue feels so good."
He added his fingers, pushing two inside her, feeling how wet she was, how ready. He worked her expertly, bringing her to the edge of orgasm, then backing off, teasing her.
"Please," Priya begged. "Please make me cum."
Vivek's tongue moved faster, his fingers pumping in and out of her, and Priya's orgasm hit her suddenly, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
"Yes, yes, fuck yes!" she cried out, her body shaking.
Before she'd fully recovered, Vivek moved up her body and thrust inside her, burying his cock deep in one smooth motion. They both groaned at the sensation.
"You feel so good," Vivek gasped, starting to move. "So tight, so wet."
He fucked her with long, deep strokes, his cock filling her completely, his body pressing against hers. Priya wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder."
Vivek obliged, pounding into her, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. Priya's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body responding to every thrust.
After a while, Vivek pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees, then thrust back inside her from behind.
"Oh fuck," Priya moaned at the new angle. "So deep."
Vivek gripped her hips and fucked her hard, his cock driving deep with each thrust, his balls slapping against her. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with their moans and gasps.
"I'm going to cum," Vivek warned after several minutes. "Where do you want it?"
"On my face," Priya said, looking back at him. "I want you to cum on my face."
Vivek pulled out and Priya quickly turned around, kneeling in front of him. He stroked his cock rapidly, aiming at her face, and within seconds his orgasm hit.
Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, landing on Priya's face—across her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her forehead. She opened her mouth, catching some on her tongue, moaning at the taste.
"Fuck," Vivek groaned, watching his cum cover her beautiful face. "You look so hot like that."
When he was finished, Priya used her fingers to scoop up his cum, bringing it to her mouth and sucking her fingers clean. Vivek watched, his cock twitching with renewed interest.
"You're incredible," he breathed.
They cleaned up and lay together on his bed, both satisfied and relaxed. Vivek's hand traced patterns on Priya's stomach, his mind clearly on something.
"I've been thinking," he finally said. "About your career."
"Oh?" Priya asked, turning to look at him.
"You're doing excellent work," Vivek said. "The campaigns you're leading are performing beyond expectations. I think you deserve another promotion—to Senior Marketing Manager. It comes with a significant raise and more autonomy."
Priya felt a surge of satisfaction. "That's very generous."
"You've earned it," Vivek said, though they both knew the truth—she'd earned it in more ways than one. "And there's something else. I'm going to be traveling to Delhi next month for a conference. I'd like you to come with me. We could combine business with... pleasure."
"I'd like that," Priya said, already imagining the possibilities.
They made love again before Priya left, this time slower, more intimate. When she finally returned home that evening, she found Arjun waiting eagerly to hear about her afternoon.
"How was it?" he asked, pulling her into his arms.
"Productive," Priya replied with a smile. "Another promotion, another raise. And he wants to take me to Delhi next month."
"This is working better than we imagined," Arjun said. "Between Rajesh and Vivek, we're both advancing faster than we ever could have on merit alone."
"And we're enjoying ourselves," Priya added. "That's the important part. This isn't just transactional—we genuinely enjoy the sex, the freedom, the lifestyle."
"So what's next?" Arjun asked.
Priya thought for a moment. "We expand. You have clients, right? Wealthy clients who might be interested in... special entertainment?"
"I do," Arjun said slowly, his mind already working. "There's one in particular—Sameer Kapoor. He runs a manufacturing company worth hundreds of crores. If I could land his account, the commission alone would be massive."
"Then let's land it," Priya said. "Arrange a meeting. Let me work my magic."
Arjun pulled her into a deep kiss, his cock already hardening at the thought. "You're amazing, you know that?"
"I know," Priya replied with a confident smile. "And together, we're unstoppable."
They made love that night with renewed passion, both excited about the future, both grateful for the unconventional path they'd chosen, both eager to see just how far they could take this strategy.
The game had only just begun, and they were winning.
Two weeks after Asha and Ajay had become part of their intimate circle, Arjun sat in his office at the financial services firm in Bandra, staring at the Mumbai skyline through his window. His mind wasn't on the spreadsheets in front of him—it was on opportunity.
He'd watched Priya's career trajectory over the past few months. Her relationship with Vivek Sharma, her boss at the marketing firm, had resulted in two promotions, a significant raise, and assignment to the company's most prestigious accounts. She was now leading campaigns for major brands, earning nearly double what she'd made six months ago.
And it wasn't just the professional benefits. Vivek had gifted her expensive jewelry, designer handbags, taken her to luxury restaurants. He was clearly infatuated, and Priya knew exactly how to maintain that infatuation while extracting maximum benefit.
*If Priya can do it with her boss, why can't I do the same?* Arjun thought, his mind already formulating a plan.
His boss, Rajesh Mehta, was a powerful man in his mid-forties. He was the Vice President of the firm, overseeing a team of twenty financial advisors and managing a portfolio worth hundreds of crores. Rajesh was successful, wealthy, confident—and Arjun had noticed the way he looked at Priya during the company's annual party last month.
Priya had attended as Arjun's wife, wearing a stunning red saree that hugged her curves perfectly. Rajesh's eyes had followed her all evening, his gaze lingering on the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts visible through the saree's pallu. He'd made polite conversation, but the attraction was obvious.
*He wants her,* Arjun had thought at the time. *And I can use that.*
Now, sitting in his office, Arjun made his decision. He would do exactly what Priya had done with Vivek—but he would be even more strategic about it. He would offer Priya to Rajesh, not as a transaction, but as an intimate social arrangement that would deepen their professional relationship.
That evening, Arjun discussed his plan with Priya over dinner at their penthouse.
"I want to invite Rajesh for dinner," he said, watching her reaction carefully. "An intimate dinner. Just the three of us."
Priya's eyes lit up with understanding. "You want me to seduce him."
"I want you to do what you do best," Arjun replied. "Be yourself—beautiful, confident, sexual. Let him see what he's been fantasizing about. And if things progress naturally..."
"They will," Priya said with a confident smile. "I saw how he looked at me at the party. He wants me. The question is, what do you want from this?"
"A promotion," Arjun said bluntly. "Rajesh controls who moves up in the firm. I've been working my ass off for two years, and I'm ready for the next level. But there are five other advisors competing for the same position. I need an edge."
"And I'm that edge," Priya said, not a question but a statement.
"You're more than that," Arjun said, reaching across the table to take her hand. "You're my partner in everything. We're building something together—a life of freedom, pleasure, and success. If we can leverage your sexuality to advance both our careers, why shouldn't we?"
Priya squeezed his hand, her pussy already getting wet at the thought. "When do you want to do this?"
"This Friday," Arjun said. "I'll tell him it's a casual dinner to get to know each other better outside the office. You'll cook something special, wear something incredible, and we'll see where the evening takes us."
"It'll take us exactly where we want it to go," Priya said with certainty.
---
Friday evening arrived with careful preparation. Priya had spent the afternoon cooking—butter chicken, dal makhani, garlic naan, and biryani. The penthouse smelled incredible, the dining table was set elegantly, and soft music played from hidden speakers.
But the real preparation had been Priya herself. She'd spent an hour getting ready, shaving everywhere, applying makeup that was dramatic but not overdone, styling her long black hair in loose waves. And her outfit—god, her outfit was perfect.
She wore a deep blue saree in silk that clung to every curve of her body. The blouse was cut low, showing the swell of her breasts, and was backless, revealing smooth skin all the way down to the curve of her lower back. The saree was dbangd to show her flat stomach, the fabric hugging her hips and ass. She wore gold jewellery—earrings, a necklace, bangles—and her highest heels.
When she looked at herself in the mirror, she knew Rajesh wouldn't stand a chance.
Arjun wore dark slacks and a fitted shirt, looking handsome and professional. But his eyes kept traveling to Priya, his cock already hardening at the thought of what was about to happen.
"You look incredible," he murmured, coming up behind her and kissing her neck. "Rajesh is going to lose his mind."
"That's the plan," Priya replied, turning to kiss him deeply. "Are you ready for this? Ready to watch another man touch me, fuck me?"
"I've been thinking about it all week," Arjun admitted, his hand sliding down to cup her ass through the saree. "Watching you with Ajay was incredible. Watching you with Vikram at the club was hot. But this is different—this is strategic. This is us using your sexuality to get what we want."
"And what we want is your promotion," Priya said.
"And whatever else we can get," Arjun added with a smile.
The doorbell rang at exactly eight o'clock. Rajesh Mehta was nothing if not punctual.
Arjun opened the door to find his boss standing there with a bottle of expensive wine and a confident smile. Rajesh was an impressive man—tall, probably six feet, with broad shoulders and a strong build maintained through regular gym sessions. His hair was salt-and-pepper, giving him a distinguished look, and his face was handsome with sharp features and intelligent eyes. He wore expensive clothes—tailored slacks, a designer shirt, a watch that probably cost more than most people's cars.
"Arjun," Rajesh said, shaking his hand firmly. "Thank you for the invitation. I've been looking forward to this all week."
"We're glad you could make it," Arjun replied, stepping aside to let him in. "Please, come in."
Rajesh entered the penthouse, his eyes immediately taking in the luxurious space—the modern furniture, the floor-to-ceiling windows with views of the Mumbai skyline, the expensive art on the walls. But his attention quickly shifted when Priya emerged from the kitchen.
"Rajesh sir," Priya said with a warm smile, walking toward him with graceful confidence. "Welcome to our home."
Rajesh's eyes widened slightly as he took her in—the stunning saree, the curves it revealed, the confidence in her walk, the beauty of her face. For a moment, he seemed speechless.
*Fuck, she's even more beautiful than I remembered,* Rajesh thought, his cock stirring in his pants. *That saree... the way it shows her body... I can see the curve of her breasts, her waist, her hips. God, I want to touch her.*
"Priya," he finally managed, taking her offered hand and bringing it to his lips in a gesture that was both traditional and intimate. "You look absolutely stunning. Thank you for having me."
"The pleasure is ours," Priya replied, letting her hand linger in his for a moment longer than necessary. "Please, sit. Dinner is almost ready."
They moved to the living room, where Arjun poured drinks—whiskey for the men, wine for Priya. The conversation started professionally—discussing work, the firm's recent successes, market trends. But Priya's presence was impossible to ignore.
She sat across from Rajesh, her posture perfect, the saree dbangd to show maximum skin without being vulgar. Every time she moved, Rajesh's eyes followed—watching the way her breasts moved beneath the silk, the way her bangles clinked together, the way she crossed and uncrossed her legs, giving him glimpses of smooth thigh.
*She knows exactly what she's doing,* Rajesh thought, taking a long sip of his whiskey. *The way she's sitting, the way she's looking at me... she's flirting. And Arjun doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he seems to be encouraging it.*
Dinner was served, and they moved to the dining table. Priya had outdone herself—the food was delicious, the presentation perfect. But the real show was Priya herself. She served the food, leaning over the table in ways that gave Rajesh perfect views of her cleavage. She laughed at his jokes, touched his arm when making a point, maintained eye contact that was just a bit too intense to be merely friendly.
Arjun watched it all, his cock hard in his pants, arousal flooding through him. *She's incredible,* he thought. *The way she's working him, making him want her more with every passing minute. And he's falling for it completely.*
After dinner, they returned to the living room with more drinks. The conversation had shifted from professional to personal—discussing travel, hobbies, life in Mumbai. The atmosphere was relaxed, intimate, charged with sexual tension.
Priya excused herself to change the music, and when she returned, she'd adjusted her saree slightly—the pallu now dbangd lower, showing even more of her breasts, the fabric wrapped tighter around her hips.
"Dance with me," she said to Rajesh, extending her hand.
Rajesh glanced at Arjun, who nodded with a smile. "Please, go ahead."
Rajesh stood and took Priya's hand, and she led him to the open space near the windows. A slow, sensual song played—something with a deep bass and sultry vocals. Priya moved close to Rajesh, her body almost touching his, and began to dance.
It wasn't traditional dancing—it was seduction. Her hips swayed to the music, her body moving with fluid grace, her hands trailing up her own body, over her stomach, her breasts, her neck. Rajesh watched, mesmerized, his cock now fully hard and straining against his pants.
*God, the way she moves,* Rajesh thought, his breathing quickening. *She's so sexual, so confident. I want to touch her so badly. I want to feel her body against mine.*
Priya moved closer, her body now pressed against his, her breasts against his chest, her hips moving against his. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach, and she smiled.
"You're tense," she murmured, her lips close to his ear. "Relax."
Her hands moved to his shoulders, massaging gently, then sliding down his chest. Rajesh's hands, which had been hovering uncertainly, finally settled on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin silk.
"Priya," he breathed, his voice rough. "This is..."
"This is what you want," Priya interrupted, her hands moving lower, over his stomach, dangerously close to his cock. "Isn't it? You've been wanting this since you first saw me."
"Yes," Rajesh admitted, his control slipping. "God yes. But Arjun..."
"Arjun wants this too," Priya said, glancing over at her husband, who was watching them with obvious arousal. "We believe in freedom, in pleasure, in living without shame. And right now, I want you."
She pressed her hand against his cock through his pants, feeling how hard he was, how much he wanted her. Rajesh groaned, his hands tightening on her waist.
"I want you too," he said. "I've been fantasizing about you for months."
"Then take me," Priya whispered. "Touch me. Kiss me. Show me what you've been fantasizing about."
Rajesh's control broke. He pulled her tight against him and kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth, his hands roaming over her body—her back, her ass, her breasts. Priya responded with equal passion, her hands working at his shirt buttons, eager to feel his skin.
Arjun watched from the couch, his own hand pressed against his hard cock, arousal flooding through him. *This is it,* he thought. *This is the moment. My boss is kissing my wife, touching her, and I'm watching it happen. And it's so fucking hot.*
Priya broke the kiss and took Rajesh's hand, leading him toward the bedroom. She glanced back at Arjun. "Coming?"
"Wouldn't miss it," Arjun replied, standing and following them.
In the bedroom, Priya turned to face Rajesh, her hands moving to the pins holding her saree in place. Slowly, deliberately, she began to unwrap it, letting the silk fall away to reveal her body beneath.
She wore a matching blue bra and panties set, both lacy and sheer, showing more than they concealed. Her body was perfect—full breasts straining against the lace, flat stomach, curvy hips, long legs. Rajesh's eyes travelled over every inch of her, his cock throbbing with need.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed. "Even more beautiful than I imagined."
"Show me," Priya commanded, moving toward him. "Show me how much you want me."
Rajesh pulled her into another kiss, his hands immediately going to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the lace. Priya moaned into his mouth, her own hands working at his belt, freeing his cock.
When she wrapped her hand around him, they both groaned. He was thick, maybe seven and a half inches, cut, with a prominent head already leaking precum. Priya stroked him slowly, feeling the heat and hardness of him.
*His cock is so thick,* Priya thought, her pussy clenching with anticipation. *I want to taste him, want to feel him inside me.*
She broke the kiss and sank to her knees in front of him, her eyes locked on his cock. "I want to suck you," she said. "I want to taste my husband's boss's cock."
"Fuck," Rajesh groaned, his hand tangling in her hair. "Please."
Priya leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum. Rajesh's hips jerked forward, his hand tightening in her hair.
"God, your tongue," he gasped.
Priya took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his thickness, her tongue swirling around the head. She sucked him slowly at first, taking him deeper with each bob of her head, relaxing her throat to take him as deep as she could.
*He tastes so good,* Priya thought, saliva pooling in her mouth. *So thick, so hard. I love the way he fills my mouth, the way he throbs on my tongue.*
Rajesh looked down at the sight of Priya's beautiful face, her lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes looking up at him with obvious desire. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.
*Arjun's wife is sucking my cock,* he thought, his mind reeling. *And he's right there, watching. This is insane. This is incredible.*
Arjun sat in a chair near the bed, his own cock out now, stroking himself as he watched his wife suck his boss's cock. The sight was incredibly arousing—seeing Priya's head bob up and down, hearing the wet sounds of her mouth, seeing Rajesh's face contort with pleasure.
*That's my wife,* Arjun thought, his hand moving faster on his cock. *My beautiful wife, sucking another man's cock. And it's going to get me promoted. This is perfect.*
Priya sucked Rajesh faster now, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging gently. Rajesh's moans grew louder, his hips starting to thrust, fucking her mouth.
"I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice strained. "Priya, I'm going to cum."
Priya pulled back slightly, keeping just the head of his cock in her mouth, her hand stroking his shaft rapidly. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his cum fill her mouth.
"Cum for me," she said, her voice muffled around his cock. "Cum in my mouth."
Rajesh's orgasm hit him hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into Priya's waiting mouth. Rope after rope of hot cum shot onto her tongue, filling her mouth with his seed.
*So much cum,* Priya thought as she swallowed, her mouth filling again and again. *He tastes good. Salty, thick, perfect.*
She swallowed everything he gave her, then pulled off his cock and opened her mouth to show him it was empty. Rajesh groaned at the sight, his cock still twitching.
"That was incredible," he breathed, helping her to her feet.
"We're just getting started," Priya replied, reaching behind her to unhook her bra.
It fell away, revealing her breasts—full, perfect, with dark nipples already hard. Rajesh's hands immediately went to them, cupping, squeezing, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
"Beautiful," he murmured, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
Priya gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, holding him against her breast. His tongue swirled around her nipple, then his teeth grazed it gently, making her cry out.
"Yes," she moaned. "Suck them. Bite them."
Rajesh moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, while his hand slid down her stomach to her panties. He could feel how wet she was through the lace, could feel the heat of her pussy.
"You're so wet," he said against her skin.
"I'm always wet," Priya replied. "I'm a nymphomaniac. I need sex constantly. And right now, I need your cock inside me."
Rajesh pulled her panties down her legs, revealing her completely waxed pussy, already glistening with arousal. He pushed her back onto the bed and spread her thighs wide, taking a moment to admire her—the pink folds, the swollen clit, the wetness coating her.
"I need to taste you first," he said, lowering his head between her thighs.
His tongue found her clit immediately, circling it, then sucking it into his mouth. Priya cried out, her back arching off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets.
"Oh fuck," she gasped. "Your tongue feels so good."
Rajesh devoured her pussy, his tongue working her clit expertly, then pushing inside her, tasting her. He added two fingers, pushing them deep inside her, feeling how tight and wet she was.
*She tastes incredible,* Rajesh thought, his face buried between her thighs. *So sweet, so wet. I could eat her for hours.*
"I'm going to cum," Priya warned, her thighs trembling. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Rajesh's fingers moved faster, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit. Priya's orgasm hit her suddenly, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices flowing.
"Yes, yes, fuck yes!" she cried out, her body shaking with pleasure.
Rajesh lapped up her juices, working her through the waves of her orgasm, prolonging it until she was gasping and pushing his head away.
"Too sensitive," she panted. "Fuck me now. I need your cock inside me."
Rajesh moved up her body, positioning himself between her thighs. His cock was hard again, ready, pressing against her wet entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire there, the need.
"Are you sure?" he asked, glancing at Arjun.
"Fuck her," Arjun said from his chair, his hand still stroking his cock. "Give her what she needs."
Rajesh thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Priya in one smooth motion. They both groaned at the sensation—Priya at being filled so completely, Rajesh at the tight, wet heat of her pussy.
"Oh god," Priya moaned. "You're so deep. You feel so good inside me."
"You're so tight," Rajesh gasped, starting to move. "So wet. Fuck, Priya."
He started fucking her with long, deep strokes, his cock sliding in and out of her, the wet sounds filling the room. Priya wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back.
*I'm fucking Arjun's wife,* Rajesh thought as he thrust deeper. *My employee's wife. And he's watching. This is the most taboo, most incredible thing I've ever done.*
"Harder," Priya begged. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel you tomorrow."
Rajesh obliged, pounding into her, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. Priya's breasts bounced with each impact, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
"Yes, yes, just like that," she cried. "Don't stop. Fuck me like you own me."
Arjun watched, his hand moving faster on his own cock, completely aroused by the sight of his boss fucking his wife. *This is perfect,* he thought. *She's taking his cock so well. And this is going to change everything for us.*
Rajesh changed positions, pulling out and flipping Priya onto her hands and knees. He positioned himself behind her, admiring the view—her perfect ass, her wet pussy, the curve of her back.
"You're so beautiful," he said, running his hands over her ass, squeezing.
"Then fuck me," Priya demanded, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Fill me with your cock."
Rajesh thrust back inside her from behind, groaning at the new angle, at how deep he could go. He gripped her hips and started pounding into her, his balls slapping against her with each thrust.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Priya moaned, her arms giving out, her face pressed into the mattress. "So deep. You're so fucking deep."
Rajesh fucked her relentlessly, his cock driving into her again and again, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, the pressure mounting.
"I'm going to cum," he warned. "Where do you want it?"
"Inside me," Priya gasped. "Cum inside me. Fill my pussy with your cum."
*Yes,* Rajesh thought as his orgasm approached. *I'm going to cum inside her. I'm going to fill Arjun's wife with my seed.*
He thrust deep one final time and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, coating her inner walls, marking her.
"Oh god," Priya moaned, feeling him cum inside her. "I can feel it. So much cum. Fill me up."
The sensation of Rajesh cumming inside her triggered Priya's own orgasm, and she cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for every drop.
When Rajesh finally pulled out, his cum immediately started leaking from Priya's pussy, dripping down her thighs. She collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, completely satisfied.
Rajesh sat back, also breathing hard, his mind reeling from what had just happened. *I just fucked my employee's wife,* he thought. *And it was incredible.*
Arjun stood and moved to the bed, his own cock still hard. He looked at Priya, at her cum-filled pussy, and felt a surge of arousal.
"My turn," he said, positioning himself behind her.
He thrust inside her, feeling Rajesh's cum coating his cock, making everything slippery and hot. The sensation was incredible—fucking his wife's pussy that was full of another man's cum.
*This is so hot,* Arjun thought as he fucked her. *She's full of my boss's cum, and I'm fucking her. This is perfect.*
He came quickly, adding his own cum to Rajesh's, filling Priya even more. When he pulled out, cum poured from her pussy, pooling on the bed beneath her.
They all collapsed together, breathing heavily, covered in sweat and cum, completely satisfied.
After a while, they cleaned up and returned to the living room, all of them dressed again, the atmosphere surprisingly comfortable despite what had just happened.
Rajesh poured himself another whiskey, his mind still processing. "That was..." he started, then trailed off.
"Incredible?" Priya supplied with a smile.
"Yes," Rajesh agreed. "Incredible. And unexpected."
"We believe in living authentically," Arjun said, sitting beside Priya on the couch. "Without shame, without pretense. And we both enjoy sharing these experiences."
"I can see that," Rajesh said, looking at them both. "And I have to say, I'm grateful. That was one of the best experiences of my life."
"We're glad," Priya said. "And we hope it's not the last time."
"It won't be," Rajesh assured her. "If you're willing, I'd very much like to continue this... arrangement."
"We're willing," Arjun said. "In fact, we'd welcome it."
Rajesh nodded, then looked at Arjun seriously. "You know, Arjun, I've been impressed with your work lately. You've been handling your accounts well, bringing in new clients, exceeding targets."
"Thank you, sir," Arjun said, his heart racing.
"I think you're ready for more responsibility," Rajesh continued. "There's a Senior Advisor position opening up next month. I'd like to recommend you for it. It comes with a significant raise—about forty percent increase in salary—and a larger bonus structure."
Arjun felt a surge of triumph. *It worked,* he thought. *It actually worked.*
"That's very generous, sir," he said aloud. "I'd be honored."
"You've earned it," Rajesh said, though his eyes flicked to Priya briefly. "And I look forward to working more closely with you both."
After Rajesh left, Priya and Arjun celebrated with champagne, both elated by how well the evening had gone.
"Forty percent raise," Arjun said, shaking his head in amazement. "Plus bonuses. That's an extra fifteen lakhs a year, at least."
"And this is just the beginning," Priya said. "If we can do this with Rajesh, we can do it with others. Your clients, his contacts, anyone who can help advance your career."
"What about you?" Arjun asked. "How are things going with Vivek?"
Priya smiled. "Actually, I'm seeing him tomorrow afternoon. He's invited me to his apartment."
---
The next afternoon, Priya took an Uber to Vivek Sharma's apartment in Worli, an upscale neighbourhood with stunning views of the Arabian Sea. Vivek had texted her that morning, asking if she was free for a few hours. She'd agreed immediately, knowing exactly what he wanted.
Vivek's apartment was luxurious—modern furniture, expensive art, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sea. He greeted her at the door wearing casual clothes—jeans and a fitted t-shirt that showed off his athletic build.
Vivek was in his late thirties, handsome with sharp features, dark hair, and an air of confidence that came from success. He worked out regularly, and it showed—broad shoulders, defined chest and arms, flat stomach. He was the kind of man who turned heads wherever he went.
"Priya," he said, pulling her into a hug that lasted just a bit too long. "I'm so glad you could come."
"I'm glad you invited me," Priya replied, stepping into the apartment.
They made small talk for a few minutes—discussing work, a campaign she was leading, office politics. But the sexual tension was thick in the air, both of them knowing why she was really there.
"I've been thinking about you all week," Vivek finally said, moving closer to her. "About the last time we were together."
"Me too," Priya admitted, her hand moving to his chest. "I've been wanting you."
Vivek pulled her into a kiss, his hands immediately roaming over her body—her back, her ass, her breasts. Priya responded with equal passion, her hands working at his shirt, pulling it over his head.
His body was impressive—defined muscles, smooth skin, a light dusting of hair on his chest. Priya ran her hands over him, feeling the strength beneath the skin.
"Bedroom," Vivek said, his voice rough with need.
They moved to his bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. By the time they reached the bed, both were naked, their bodies pressed together, hands everywhere.
Vivek pushed Priya onto the bed and immediately moved between her thighs, his mouth finding her pussy. He licked and sucked, his tongue working her clit expertly, making her moan and writhe.
"Oh god, Vivek," Priya gasped, her hands tangling in his hair. "Your tongue feels so good."
He added his fingers, pushing two inside her, feeling how wet she was, how ready. He worked her expertly, bringing her to the edge of orgasm, then backing off, teasing her.
"Please," Priya begged. "Please make me cum."
Vivek's tongue moved faster, his fingers pumping in and out of her, and Priya's orgasm hit her suddenly, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
"Yes, yes, fuck yes!" she cried out, her body shaking.
Before she'd fully recovered, Vivek moved up her body and thrust inside her, burying his cock deep in one smooth motion. They both groaned at the sensation.
"You feel so good," Vivek gasped, starting to move. "So tight, so wet."
He fucked her with long, deep strokes, his cock filling her completely, his body pressing against hers. Priya wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder."
Vivek obliged, pounding into her, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. Priya's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body responding to every thrust.
After a while, Vivek pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees, then thrust back inside her from behind.
"Oh fuck," Priya moaned at the new angle. "So deep."
Vivek gripped her hips and fucked her hard, his cock driving deep with each thrust, his balls slapping against her. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with their moans and gasps.
"I'm going to cum," Vivek warned after several minutes. "Where do you want it?"
"On my face," Priya said, looking back at him. "I want you to cum on my face."
Vivek pulled out and Priya quickly turned around, kneeling in front of him. He stroked his cock rapidly, aiming at her face, and within seconds his orgasm hit.
Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, landing on Priya's face—across her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her forehead. She opened her mouth, catching some on her tongue, moaning at the taste.
"Fuck," Vivek groaned, watching his cum cover her beautiful face. "You look so hot like that."
When he was finished, Priya used her fingers to scoop up his cum, bringing it to her mouth and sucking her fingers clean. Vivek watched, his cock twitching with renewed interest.
"You're incredible," he breathed.
They cleaned up and lay together on his bed, both satisfied and relaxed. Vivek's hand traced patterns on Priya's stomach, his mind clearly on something.
"I've been thinking," he finally said. "About your career."
"Oh?" Priya asked, turning to look at him.
"You're doing excellent work," Vivek said. "The campaigns you're leading are performing beyond expectations. I think you deserve another promotion—to Senior Marketing Manager. It comes with a significant raise and more autonomy."
Priya felt a surge of satisfaction. "That's very generous."
"You've earned it," Vivek said, though they both knew the truth—she'd earned it in more ways than one. "And there's something else. I'm going to be traveling to Delhi next month for a conference. I'd like you to come with me. We could combine business with... pleasure."
"I'd like that," Priya said, already imagining the possibilities.
They made love again before Priya left, this time slower, more intimate. When she finally returned home that evening, she found Arjun waiting eagerly to hear about her afternoon.
"How was it?" he asked, pulling her into his arms.
"Productive," Priya replied with a smile. "Another promotion, another raise. And he wants to take me to Delhi next month."
"This is working better than we imagined," Arjun said. "Between Rajesh and Vivek, we're both advancing faster than we ever could have on merit alone."
"And we're enjoying ourselves," Priya added. "That's the important part. This isn't just transactional—we genuinely enjoy the sex, the freedom, the lifestyle."
"So what's next?" Arjun asked.
Priya thought for a moment. "We expand. You have clients, right? Wealthy clients who might be interested in... special entertainment?"
"I do," Arjun said slowly, his mind already working. "There's one in particular—Sameer Kapoor. He runs a manufacturing company worth hundreds of crores. If I could land his account, the commission alone would be massive."
"Then let's land it," Priya said. "Arrange a meeting. Let me work my magic."
Arjun pulled her into a deep kiss, his cock already hardening at the thought. "You're amazing, you know that?"
"I know," Priya replied with a confident smile. "And together, we're unstoppable."
They made love that night with renewed passion, both excited about the future, both grateful for the unconventional path they'd chosen, both eager to see just how far they could take this strategy.
The game had only just begun, and they were winning.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)