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WIFE SERVED TO MY BOSS



I am married to a Pakistani housewife. Her name is Mona. She is a beautiful woman, despite being in her forties, she has a curvy figure and looks relatively young.

She is born and bred in Pakistan and after getting married, we had an arranged marriage, Mona came to the UK.

Despite being in the UK for many years, Mona has been quite sheltered. She is shy and reserved by nature. Mona has never worked and has spent most of her time in the house.

Mona did learn to drive, so that she could do the college runs but had a limited social life outside of our family friends. Mona still struggled with her English therefore made very few English friends.

I worked for a Bank and my boss was an elder man. His name was Clive Jenkins, he was in his early sixties. He was a difficult man to work for. Clive was also known as a bit of a perv in the office.

The ladies would always say that Clive stared at them when they walked past and he looked for any excuse to call them into his office. I did catch him ogling at the women but that was none of my business.

I knew that Clive was divorced for many years and lived on his own. He wasn't very attractive, he was a big guy, with a thick waistline and had a large bald patch.

I was good to Clive because I had applied for a promotion at a different centre. I needed Clive to put in a good word, which he was reluctant to do. He told me that he didn't want me to leave his office and didn't want me to get this promotion. But I needed it.

One night, I was working late, so I asked Mona to pick me up. Whenever I had a late finish, I would ask my wife to drive to my office and pick me up. Normally I went home on public transport.

As no-one would be in the office, the security guards who knew me well, would just let Mona come upstairs. Normally, any visitor would require a pass.

Mona came up as always and would sit in the office having a cup of coffee, and just messaging on her phone. I would finish off and we would leave.

This particular evening, Mona was on her phone, messaging her sisters, and I was almost ready to leave, and suddenly I saw a light come on in the hallway.

I saw somebody walking towards the double doors, and I looked at Mona. I knew I was in trouble. The doors swung open and Clive walked into the office. He looked at me, 'Oh, you're still here?' He then glanced at Mona.

Mona stood up instinctively. She was wearing an orange Asian suit, called a shalwar kameez. 'Who's this?' 'Oh sorry, Clive. This is my wife, Mona. I know I should have got clearance but....'.

I began to mumble but then I saw Clive wasn't interested in what I was saying. He was more interested in Mona.

Clive looked up and down Mona's body, 'Oh it's okay. So this is your Missus?' 'Yes'.

Mona smiled at Clive. He was staring at Mona's boobs, which were quite prominent in her tight blouse.

'Where have you been hiding her?' Clive put his hand out and Mona shook it reluctantly. I could see his eyes undressing my wife. 'You can bring her here anytime. Just make sure you tell me she's coming'.

He looked at me and winked. 'I will wait downstairs'. Mona looked at me and made her way to the doors.

Clive's eyes followed her as she left and I saw him staring at Mona's bum. 'She's lovely. Phew'. I didn't know what to say, I just smiled.

That night I felt something strange. I had been aroused by seeing Clive staring at Mona with such lust.

Mona told me that my boss had filthy eyes, but I denied it. I told her that he's a nice person and she was just being over conscious.

But secretly I began to enjoy it. I imagined Mona in his arms. Clive's large hands fondling Mona's boobs, his tongue licking her all over.

The following day, I saw a change in Clive's attitude towards me. I got a call for an interview from the promotion I applied for, which meant that finally Clive had put a word in for me.

At midday, he called me into his office. I went at once, hoping for some good news. 'Come in. How are you'?

'I'm fine. Thanks Clive for putting a good word in for me'.

He smiled, 'Don't worry about it. You deserve it. It was nice meeting your missus. What's her name again'?

'Mona'.

'Oh yes. She's lovely. You're a lucky man'.

I started feeling abit awkward as he talked about Mona. Clive was sitting behind his desk, and he leaned towards me. 'I do like Pakistani women. They are so exotic, shy, and pure'.

'Yes they are'. 'I hope you don't mind me saying. But I thought about Mona last night'. I felt my mouth going dry. 'I couldn't get her out of my mind in fact. I think it's abit selfish having such a lovely wife and never sharing her with another man'.

I felt myself getting aroused. 'Clive, what do you mean?' Clive smiled, 'I want her. I really do.' 'She's my wife'. 'I know, and I also know that you won't mind me having her. I think you would even enjoy seeing Mona in bed with me. Seeing what I do with her.'

I started to feel horny. 'I know you like hearing this. I was fantasizing about her last night. Wow, your wife has an amazing body, those breasts, I couldn't keep my eyes off them.'

'Clive please. I have to go.' Clive kept on talking filthy about Mona and I wanted to hear more. 'I would love to drug her, and have her come into my arms so that I could touch her lovely body all over, have her completely helpless in my arms, She would feel my hands all over her delicious body, imagine seeing your wife being fondled by another man'.

'Clive, no, I don't want that'.

'Do you want your promotion?'

'Yes I need it.' 'Well, invite me to your house for dinner. Get your lovely wife to cook me a delicious Indian meal. Then I will take her into your bedroom and spend the night with Mona in your bed. I know you'll love it'.

I went home and felt numb. How would I get Mona to agree, would she agree? I told her about dinner and Mona was furious. 'No, not him. I don't like him'.

'Please Mona, I need this promotion. He loves Indian food. Cook him a nice meal, and he will be pleased'. Mona eventually agreed.

I asked her to dress in a nice shalwar kameez, I made sure it was tight. I also asked her to wear red lipstick. Mona didn't understand why she was getting dressed up but I insisted.

I started fantasizing about how the evening would be. I imagined Mona submitting to Clive's desires, and watching him all over her. I really wanted to watch, enjoy this unattractive man, making love to my wife.

The evening finally came. Mona spent the day cooking, she made biryani, and meat curry. She prepared a custard trifle for dessert. She was a wonderful cook.

Mona was all dressed up in a fancy orange shalwar kameez, and red lipstick. I told her that she had to be really polite to Clive, and this dinner had to go well.

Mona was worried about speaking English but I told her that she would have to keep Clive company but wouldn't really need to talk.

Both me and Clive left the office together. He followed me to our house. We hadn't spoken much during the day, but Clive told me in passing that he was looking forward to the evening.

As we both approached the door, Mona opened it and welcomed us. She looked lovely in her orange Asian suit, and I could see Clive's eyes light up.

I smiled at Mona, and Clive followed me in, 'Hi Moana', he smiled at Mona and put his arm around her. She looked so small as his arm went around her shoulders and he brought her close to him.

She smelt his body odour and I could see Mona pull her face away. But she was polite as I told her to be.

Mona went into the kitchen, and I asked her to bring some juice. Mona called me into the kitchen, 'Please take it inside'.

'No Mona. Clive wants you to serve him'. Mona looked at me startled.

'Be nice to him, okay'.

Mona came inside as me and Clive were talking.

Mona came towards us with the juice. He watched her walk in, and as she bent down, her scarf slid away from her bust.

Clive stared at Mona breasts, as he took the juice. He watched her walk back, with his eyes firmly on Mona's bum. 'I just want her now'.

'She won't agree.'

Clive took a bottle of tablets out of his pocket. 'This will make her horny'.

Mona started to set the table, and Clive was watching her as she came inside the room and would go back to the kitchen. 'Dinner's ready'.

I sat at the head of the table and Clive sat next to me. Mona sat opposite to him.

'Moana come and sit with me'. Clive stroked the base of the chair next to him. 'Don't be shy'. Mona looked at me. 'It's okay. Come on'.

Mona stood up and walked around to Clive. She sat next to him. Mona poured a glass of water for herself, 'Me too'. She poured water into Clive's glass.

'Please pass the biryani, sweetheart'. Mona smiled and leant across.

During the meal, I watched Clive's hand come closer to Mona's hand. Mona carried on eating. 'Please can I have some juice if you have any left'?

'Yes, I will get it'. Mona replied as she got up and walked to the kitchen.

Clive very calmly put two tablets into her water. They dissolved quickly. Mona came back and passed Clive the juice. We both watched Mona have the water.

She carried on eating and suddenly Clive stroked Mona's thigh. 'Lovely dinner'. 'Thank you'. Mona blushed.

As dinner finished, Mona began to clear the table. Clive sat back on the sofa, he looked well fed. I started to help Mona as she cleared the table.

'I feel light headed. Very strange'.

'It's okay, you're just tired. Read your prayers, and go to sleep early'.

I knew that wouldn't happen. Clive was probably going to ravage my wife all night, and I wanted to watch.

Clive came over to the kitchen as Mona was preparing her dessert. He was ogling over Mona's body, and she was completely unaware of his intentions for her.

Clive walked in and came behind Mona in the kitchen. 'Thank you for such a delicious meal'. Mona glanced around, 'It is okay'.

Clive looked down at Mona's boobs, 'You are such a lovely lady with such a beautiful body'.

He hugged her tightly, and I watched from behind the door. His large arms were wrapped around my wife, and I could see Mona close her eyes. He let her go eventually.

'Give him the dessert. I don't like him. I will go and read prayer now'.

Mona left the dessert as she glared at me and went upstairs.

I took the dessert inside and me and Clive ate together. 'I'm going up. She will be ready by now'. Clive winked at me and went upstairs to our bedroom. I followed behind.

'Moana, Moana'. Mona was on the prayer mat as she finished her prayers. Her scarf was wrapped tightly around her body. Mona was feeling strange, her body was tingling, and her head was floating in mid-air.

Clive stood by the door and watched Mona finish her prayers. 'Moana, are you okay? You came upstairs'. Mona picked up the prayer mat and looked at Clive. 'I'm just tired'.

'You would be, after preparing such a delicious meal.

He came towards her, 'Oh Moana, I don't want to leave yet'.

Mona felt Clive's arms around her, as I watched from the top of the stairs.

'Oh, no. What are you doing?'

'What I have wanted to do with you ever since I saw you. I think you want me too'.

Mona was slowly submitting to him, and I couldn't believe it.

'No, please'.

Clive pulled Mona's scarf off her slowly, and brought his face close to her. 'I don't think you've ever been with a real man. I can tell when I look into your eyes'.

His hands went down Mona's back, as he stroked her bum. Mona resisted him but he had her in his arms, and now his hands were all over her lovely bum.

Clive was breathing hard, 'Oh I'm going to ride you so hard, you won't be able to walk in the morning'.

Mona pushed but Clive began kissing Mona's lips. It was an unbelievable sight. Clive was all over my wife, she was being kissed by him, his tongue was licking her lips and her neck, and he pinned her against the wall.






Mona's legs parted slightly, as Clive pulled Mona's hair back and kissed her neck all over. Her scarf was on the floor as Clive's hands were all over Mona's body.

His hands were swarming all over Mona's bum, and her legs, before he grabbed Mona's breasts. 'Mmmm, soft and delicious. You are a little tart, aren't you?'

Mona seemed intoxicated as she smiled meekly. Clive fondled Mona's boobs, as he turned her around. He grabbed Mona's breasts from behind, and rubbed his erect penis against her.

His hand slipped under Mona's trouser and felt how wet she was. Mona was enjoying this, and I began to masturbate. Clive licked Mona's neck and rubbed her crotch, before taking her into our bed.






Clive stripped Mona down, uncovering her brown fleshy body, as she lay there naked waiting to be ridden by this horny white male.

Clive began licking Mona's body all over, I could hear her moaning louder and louder as I wanked myself off.

Clive's tongue travelled all over Mona's flesh, licking her nipples, sucking her boobs, as Mona brought Clive's head closer to her chest. He licked her stomach, and tongued her belly button, before turning his lustful desires to Mona's wet pussy.

Clive grabbed Mona's thighs, which he licked slowly, his tongue exploring Mona's inner thighs, before he brought his tongue towards Mona's dripping wet vagina.

She moaned loudly, as Clive's tongue plunged deep into her pussy hole and tasted her juices, he was licking her pussy like a wild man, as Mona began to cum.

Her body was shaking with the force of her pussy juices that were flowing like never before.

Her beauty had been opened up by this old white male who knew how to please her.




Clive's erect penis was beginning to cum, so he turned Mona around knowing that she was an anal virgin. Clive grabbed Mons's naked bum, and began licking her bum cheeks, kissing her fleshy bottom and tonguing her arsehole.

Mona farted as Clive's tongue entered her bum hole and he sniffed her. Mona screamed as Clive's erect penis rammed into Mona's tight arse.

He began to pump her from behind, and I could hear our bed shaking like it was about to collapse.

Mona orgasmed several times before Clive's load shot into her arse. He took her from behind and played with her boobs. Mona was about to pass out. She lay exhausted in our bed.

I went to sleep in the next room and Clive stayed with Mona in our bed.

During the night, I heard Clive fucking Mona again and again. I heard her crying later,

'No, no. Please'.

I crept into the room and watched from the door. Clive was on top of Mona and was ramming her sore pussy.

I woke up in the morning and Clive had already left. He took the day off, and gave me a paid holiday.

Mona opened up to me a while later. She found it hard to talk about that evening.

Mona told me that Clive made love to her six times that night. I did get the promotion.