02-01-2019, 11:52 AM
Preeti was giving me a blowjob, her head bobbing up and down furiously. I felt the warm saliva around my stiff pole. She was too good and I was savoring the heavenly feeling with my eyes closed.
“Ah Preeti, ah Preeti”, I groaned playing with her untied hair which was all over my belly.
She stopped immediately and asked “Who is Preeti?” It was Kajol’s voice.
Instantly I woke up. It was early morning and it was Kajol and not Preeti who held my dick in her hand.
“Arre, I said pretty, you are so pretty”, I made a desperate attempt to cover up. It wouldn’t do to tell the wife that you were thinking of someone else when she was working on you. Didn’t also help that I had forgotten to mention yesterday that I had learnt the name of the HR chick to be Preeti.
She lowered her head and resumed the bj. It was a close shave as my pounding heart told me. I had to be more careful now. Curiously, my erection had faded away and Kajol noticed that after a minute when she tried to climb over and insert it inside.
“Not hard, I can barely feel you”, she remarked as she bobbed up and down a couple of times and despite my best efforts at keeping up, the poor penis slunk out like a guilty boy.
I rolled away to catch a towel and hurry to the bathroom. It was the first time that this had happened to me and that was quite unsettling.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
After breakfast, the feeling had evaporated and I was once again feeling cheerful. It was the weekend and also there was a day and night cricket match to look forward to. Kajol handed me over a list and I got out to get the stuff and I remembered about tonight’s engagement.
“Kajo, you forgot to tell about your guide.”
She put down the cup of tea she was sipping. “I told you yesterday, it is Prof. Bharadwaj.”
“No, no; I mean about him …”
“Oh!”, she resumed her tea, “You will see him tonight. He is coming with madam.”
“I see. Does she also hold a job? Academician?”
“No, only a housewife”, she put down the cup with a bang and I was perplexed with her reaction. Then she calmed down “I met her once only, pompous and the nagging type - is someone I wouldn’t definitely like to become.”
“But Sir is so good”, there was a twinkle in her eyes now, “You will see. Brought out four peer reviewed publications in international journals.” There was pride in her voice when she spoke this.
“What about their children?”
“Ah none”, I thought detected a tinge of sorrow in her voice now.
“Ohhhk!” I said. “Will be here around eight, I suppose.”
“Yeah! Now you go and get the stuff.” She handed me a list of items to be procured from the local market.
When I returned after an hour and half, she was already busy with cooking. I deposited the stuff on the kitchen counter. The kitchen was in complete disarray with all kinds of stuff lying everywhere. A pressure cooker was steaming up on the gas burner while she was hurriedly going through a diary in which she had jotted down her favorite recipes.
“Can I help some?’, I volunteered.
“No, no. you just stay away.” She was the methodical sort and liked no disturbance when she was on a job. The same carried over to her cooking as well.
“Fine”, I said and retired to the drawing room to settle down with the morning newspaper. After a while I switched the tv on and pulled up my feet on a nearby stool.
x x x x x x x x x x x xx x x x
“Come”, Kajol was shaking me for I had been lulled to sleep, “Hurry, lunch is ready.”
I looked at the watch. It was barely noon, a full couple of hours earlier than when we normally used to have lunch on the weekend. “So soon?”
“Arre, I have lots more to do.” That of course made sense with the preparations for the evening guests. “You finish eating and then can watch your match.”
That of course brightened me up. She had set up a basic lunch, just dal-roti-sabji. While I was eating, she brought out a plate and started piled the same for her. I watched her as she finished eating hurriedly and swiftly removed the plates back to the kitchen sink. She was in a hurry indeed as I listened to the sound of her washing.
The match was scheduled at 2.30 but the pre-match programs would start an hour earlier. I settled down on the single seat of the sofa and started to fiddling with the remote. Fifteen minutes later, she was standing before me in a salwar suit with her purse in hand.
“Where are you going?”, I asked in surprise.
“Parlor”, she said with a broad smile, “Just need to fix my hair. Will be back in just a couple of hours, don’t worry. You just enjoy your match.”
Before I could think of something to say, she had put on her sandals and left. Oh my god! What was so special about her guide that she had to go to fix her hairstyle! I tried to remember when she had done something like that but drew a blank. Strange, strange indeed …
x x x x x x x x x x x
I was still in that confused state when I got a call from a colleague.
“Ramesh, are you at home?”, he asked.
“Of course!”, I said, “Why what happened.”
“Boss is near your locality. Something urgent, it seems. He doesn’t have your number, it seems. Can you give him a call?”
“Certainly”, I said and disconnected.
I put through the call to boss. “Hello. Good afternoon sir, Ramesh here.”
“Ah Ramesh”, he came to the point directly; “Do you have your laptop with you?” He was referring to the laptops that the company had given each of us employees from which only we could log in to the company server directly.
“Yes sir, I have it at home.”
“Oh!”, he exhaled relieved. “Listen, I just got a call from an exec VP and I need to login asap. It will take me over two hours to get home and they need my response right now. Since I am here, do you mind if I come over to your home?”
“No problem sir, no problem at all.”
“Alright, give me your address and I am reaching there pronto.” He said and then added as an afterthought. “Sorry to interrupt your week-end.”
“Not at all sir” , I said and gave him directions to reach home.
He arrived within twenty minutes, just as I had put the drawing room in order and brought out the lappy. The moment he entered, he apologized once more and while I assured him that it was quite alright, he had already already seated himself on the sofa and was logging in. Then while waiting for the log in to go through, he turned to me and asked, “The Mrs? ”
“Oh, she is out, sir; shopping”, I lied.
“Ok, ok”, he was relaxed now that he wasn’t interrupting anything.
Then he got busy downloading and jotting down stuff, most of which I didn’t understand. I asked if he would like to have tea or coffee and then retired to the kitchen to make coffee. When I returned, I found him full in concentration staring at his various notes scattered on the center table. While he sipped the coffee and carried on working; I sat attentively at his side.
A while later, he turned to me and said, “Can you help with the spreadsheet and the presentation templates. You young guys are so much better at it.”
“Of course sir, of course. Just show me how.” I jumped at his offer.
It felt good to be an actual participant. While he guided, I made out the complete presentation along with the database and visual clips. I had no idea of the time that had passed. Eventually, it was complete and he mailed it immediately and shot off a mail.
Logging out, he shut down the screen panel signaling that it was finally over. Then he got up from his seat and smiled.
“Thanks Ramesh” he said and started walking to the doorway. Obviously, he didn’t want to intrude a minute longer than what was required.
I walked out with him, planning to escort him to the car park. Out of the lift and nearing his car he stopped. I was about to look at what promised to be a pretty woman that had walked into my side vision but certainly couldn’t do so in his presence.
“Must thank you again Ramesh”, he shook my hands and then turned his face. I looked around to see what had caught his attention. It was Kajol, who had stopped and was staring at me. And oh my god, what was she looking like. She looked absolutely stunning. What had she done on her in the parlor?
Boss’s jaws had slacked a little and my throat was hoarse. I pointed at her and stammered “Kajol, my wife sir.”
Then I stammered again to her, “Mr. Rao, our AVP, you know.”
Kajol came near and smiling put her hands together. “Namaste, sir.”
Mr. Rao, my boss, said Namaste as well and then held out his hands for a handshake. My heart thumped hard as I watched Kajol offered her recently manicured hands to him and he shook them lightly. I watched in further horror as he held on and said, “Sorry, had to put your husband to work on a Saturday. But, you know how these overseas bosses can be so demanding…” He then shrugged and released her hands.
“Won’t you come up, sir?”, she asked.
“Oh no”, he said, “done enough trouble to you fellows today. I must leave now.”
“Sir, please come again then”, was she being just civil or ..I wondered.
“Of course, of course”, he said as he got into his car. “Some other time, bye and enjoy the weekend.” Then he drove off.
And I started towards our 5th floor apartment with Kajol who looked now like a bombshell.
“Ah Preeti, ah Preeti”, I groaned playing with her untied hair which was all over my belly.
She stopped immediately and asked “Who is Preeti?” It was Kajol’s voice.
Instantly I woke up. It was early morning and it was Kajol and not Preeti who held my dick in her hand.
“Arre, I said pretty, you are so pretty”, I made a desperate attempt to cover up. It wouldn’t do to tell the wife that you were thinking of someone else when she was working on you. Didn’t also help that I had forgotten to mention yesterday that I had learnt the name of the HR chick to be Preeti.
She lowered her head and resumed the bj. It was a close shave as my pounding heart told me. I had to be more careful now. Curiously, my erection had faded away and Kajol noticed that after a minute when she tried to climb over and insert it inside.
“Not hard, I can barely feel you”, she remarked as she bobbed up and down a couple of times and despite my best efforts at keeping up, the poor penis slunk out like a guilty boy.
I rolled away to catch a towel and hurry to the bathroom. It was the first time that this had happened to me and that was quite unsettling.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
After breakfast, the feeling had evaporated and I was once again feeling cheerful. It was the weekend and also there was a day and night cricket match to look forward to. Kajol handed me over a list and I got out to get the stuff and I remembered about tonight’s engagement.
“Kajo, you forgot to tell about your guide.”
She put down the cup of tea she was sipping. “I told you yesterday, it is Prof. Bharadwaj.”
“No, no; I mean about him …”
“Oh!”, she resumed her tea, “You will see him tonight. He is coming with madam.”
“I see. Does she also hold a job? Academician?”
“No, only a housewife”, she put down the cup with a bang and I was perplexed with her reaction. Then she calmed down “I met her once only, pompous and the nagging type - is someone I wouldn’t definitely like to become.”
“But Sir is so good”, there was a twinkle in her eyes now, “You will see. Brought out four peer reviewed publications in international journals.” There was pride in her voice when she spoke this.
“What about their children?”
“Ah none”, I thought detected a tinge of sorrow in her voice now.
“Ohhhk!” I said. “Will be here around eight, I suppose.”
“Yeah! Now you go and get the stuff.” She handed me a list of items to be procured from the local market.
When I returned after an hour and half, she was already busy with cooking. I deposited the stuff on the kitchen counter. The kitchen was in complete disarray with all kinds of stuff lying everywhere. A pressure cooker was steaming up on the gas burner while she was hurriedly going through a diary in which she had jotted down her favorite recipes.
“Can I help some?’, I volunteered.
“No, no. you just stay away.” She was the methodical sort and liked no disturbance when she was on a job. The same carried over to her cooking as well.
“Fine”, I said and retired to the drawing room to settle down with the morning newspaper. After a while I switched the tv on and pulled up my feet on a nearby stool.
x x x x x x x x x x x xx x x x
“Come”, Kajol was shaking me for I had been lulled to sleep, “Hurry, lunch is ready.”
I looked at the watch. It was barely noon, a full couple of hours earlier than when we normally used to have lunch on the weekend. “So soon?”
“Arre, I have lots more to do.” That of course made sense with the preparations for the evening guests. “You finish eating and then can watch your match.”
That of course brightened me up. She had set up a basic lunch, just dal-roti-sabji. While I was eating, she brought out a plate and started piled the same for her. I watched her as she finished eating hurriedly and swiftly removed the plates back to the kitchen sink. She was in a hurry indeed as I listened to the sound of her washing.
The match was scheduled at 2.30 but the pre-match programs would start an hour earlier. I settled down on the single seat of the sofa and started to fiddling with the remote. Fifteen minutes later, she was standing before me in a salwar suit with her purse in hand.
“Where are you going?”, I asked in surprise.
“Parlor”, she said with a broad smile, “Just need to fix my hair. Will be back in just a couple of hours, don’t worry. You just enjoy your match.”
Before I could think of something to say, she had put on her sandals and left. Oh my god! What was so special about her guide that she had to go to fix her hairstyle! I tried to remember when she had done something like that but drew a blank. Strange, strange indeed …
x x x x x x x x x x x
I was still in that confused state when I got a call from a colleague.
“Ramesh, are you at home?”, he asked.
“Of course!”, I said, “Why what happened.”
“Boss is near your locality. Something urgent, it seems. He doesn’t have your number, it seems. Can you give him a call?”
“Certainly”, I said and disconnected.
I put through the call to boss. “Hello. Good afternoon sir, Ramesh here.”
“Ah Ramesh”, he came to the point directly; “Do you have your laptop with you?” He was referring to the laptops that the company had given each of us employees from which only we could log in to the company server directly.
“Yes sir, I have it at home.”
“Oh!”, he exhaled relieved. “Listen, I just got a call from an exec VP and I need to login asap. It will take me over two hours to get home and they need my response right now. Since I am here, do you mind if I come over to your home?”
“No problem sir, no problem at all.”
“Alright, give me your address and I am reaching there pronto.” He said and then added as an afterthought. “Sorry to interrupt your week-end.”
“Not at all sir” , I said and gave him directions to reach home.
He arrived within twenty minutes, just as I had put the drawing room in order and brought out the lappy. The moment he entered, he apologized once more and while I assured him that it was quite alright, he had already already seated himself on the sofa and was logging in. Then while waiting for the log in to go through, he turned to me and asked, “The Mrs? ”
“Oh, she is out, sir; shopping”, I lied.
“Ok, ok”, he was relaxed now that he wasn’t interrupting anything.
Then he got busy downloading and jotting down stuff, most of which I didn’t understand. I asked if he would like to have tea or coffee and then retired to the kitchen to make coffee. When I returned, I found him full in concentration staring at his various notes scattered on the center table. While he sipped the coffee and carried on working; I sat attentively at his side.
A while later, he turned to me and said, “Can you help with the spreadsheet and the presentation templates. You young guys are so much better at it.”
“Of course sir, of course. Just show me how.” I jumped at his offer.
It felt good to be an actual participant. While he guided, I made out the complete presentation along with the database and visual clips. I had no idea of the time that had passed. Eventually, it was complete and he mailed it immediately and shot off a mail.
Logging out, he shut down the screen panel signaling that it was finally over. Then he got up from his seat and smiled.
“Thanks Ramesh” he said and started walking to the doorway. Obviously, he didn’t want to intrude a minute longer than what was required.
I walked out with him, planning to escort him to the car park. Out of the lift and nearing his car he stopped. I was about to look at what promised to be a pretty woman that had walked into my side vision but certainly couldn’t do so in his presence.
“Must thank you again Ramesh”, he shook my hands and then turned his face. I looked around to see what had caught his attention. It was Kajol, who had stopped and was staring at me. And oh my god, what was she looking like. She looked absolutely stunning. What had she done on her in the parlor?
Boss’s jaws had slacked a little and my throat was hoarse. I pointed at her and stammered “Kajol, my wife sir.”
Then I stammered again to her, “Mr. Rao, our AVP, you know.”
Kajol came near and smiling put her hands together. “Namaste, sir.”
Mr. Rao, my boss, said Namaste as well and then held out his hands for a handshake. My heart thumped hard as I watched Kajol offered her recently manicured hands to him and he shook them lightly. I watched in further horror as he held on and said, “Sorry, had to put your husband to work on a Saturday. But, you know how these overseas bosses can be so demanding…” He then shrugged and released her hands.
“Won’t you come up, sir?”, she asked.
“Oh no”, he said, “done enough trouble to you fellows today. I must leave now.”
“Sir, please come again then”, was she being just civil or ..I wondered.
“Of course, of course”, he said as he got into his car. “Some other time, bye and enjoy the weekend.” Then he drove off.
And I started towards our 5th floor apartment with Kajol who looked now like a bombshell.
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