Adultery boss and my wife 1

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These incidents happened some years ago when I was a Sales Development
Manager in a private software development company. I was performing quite
well achieving my targets regularly. I could well boast to be the top
performer in our company and that meant my Boss Mr. Somendra was very
happy with me. I thought I had a good chance to get promoted soon.
My Boss was the owner of the medium sized software developing company.
Mr. Somendra (he was called Som by his close ones) was a dynamic,
efficient, bright and hard working young first generation entrepreneur. He
graduated from India and did his post Grad in USA, where he worked for
some years and decided to set up a startup company in India. His venture
started off with a great success and very soon the company built up quite a
reputation for its products and services.
A startup has liabilities and my Boss managed the company so well that we
started to earn enough to serve the debt well soon enough. It looked like the
company would soon turn cash surplus paying off all liabilities.
There was a reason for my success. I and my Boss had excellent working
relationship with tremendous synergy that delighted our clients. I had full
faith, nay almost blind faith in my Boss. My Boss deserved it too. He was a
sales man cum businessman par excellence. Our company made special
application software and the Boss was not only master in selling our products
but had an extra ordinary skill to build customer confidence by his superb
understanding of customer needs, reservations, expectations and most of all
delightful satisfaction. He was also a proficient technical person that guided
his technical team so closely that the team not only understood exactly what
the client wanted but was able to deliver the solutions in record time.
My Boss knew well to which clients he could sell which specific product. He
had a knack to anticipate customer pain areas before the customer expressed
them. By the time a customer was faced with a problem, my Boss was ready
to offer the solution. This enthralled our customers and gave them no reason
to look elsewhere. The price was the last consideration. That was an
extraordinary achievement in a fiercely competitive market. Our company
was gradually building a reputation and was negotiating some plum
international contracts. Our company's sales and profits were rising.
My Boss was a life to our team of employees. He knew how to look after,
motivate, drive and enthuse us to get the results that he desired. We were all
working day and night to meet our targets, because of which our deliveries
and services were on or before time.
I and my Boss enjoyed full mutual trust. The Boss was quite tall, fairly well
built, had muscular body, big chest, broad shoulders and impressive,
charming (almost heart stealing), enthusiastic, colorful (amorous) and
spontaneous personality. He won people's hearts, particularly female hearts in
no time. If I say that female staff members and other female members of
clients were quite charmed by him; that would be a gross understatement.
His wife was a daughter of a very wealthy business man. She met my Boss
through the initiative of her father and they got married after a brief
introduction.
I had joined the company for more than a year by then. I had never had an
opportunity to introduce my wife Dipa to my Boss until one evening. It was a
New Year bash where I went with my wife. We reached quite early. It was
unusual sight to find my Boss sitting alone among a few who had reached
early. The moment my Boss saw me, he came up and shook my hands. I
introduced my wife Dipa to my Boss. He told us that his wife was not in
town.
As soon as I introduced my wife to my Boss, my wife Dipa suddenly burst
out laughing pointing a finger at my Boss. We were all puzzled. I asked her
why she was laughing. She pointed out to my Boss and said laughing,
"Dipak, can you believe it? When you told me about your Boss, I expected to
meet a grey haired stubborn old nerd. Your Boss turns out to be a much
younger, taller, muscular, big and a very handsome man like a film star,
instead."
I was flabbergasted at my wife's such rather awkward comment. I was afraid
lest my Boss felt offended with her remark. However, I was relieved to see
the Boss laughing out loud. He held my wife's hand and said, "I am indeed
thankful to you for calling me handsome and I am sorry to disappoint you
that I am not an old, stubborn grey haired nerd. However, I expect to fulfill
your expectations one day not in a far too distant future; if I keep working the
way I do.
Dipa continued laughing and said, "God bless you a long youthful life. I
would rather you be as young and handsome as you are for a long time."
Boss was impressed with Dipa's charm, intelligence and her sensual persona.
He could barely take his eyes off her beautiful and sexy body. She won the
heart of my Boss in the first meeting. He was so impressed with her wit and
presence of mind that he sat with her for much longer than usual. My Boss
was known to spend his time hardly with persons who are not relevant to his
business. It was opposite with my wife Dipa. I called her a chatter box. She
just needed a brief introduction to get going.
As the Boss kept talking with Dipa on a range of issues, his face expressions
kept changing from surprise to bewilderment to great respect. It was obvious
that he was taken in not only by my wife's beauty and sensuality but also her
wide range of knowledge and her grip on management and corporate issues.
My Boss came to me and congratulated me for having been blessed with such
an extraordinary person as my wife. He told me that he saw in my wife Dipa
an efficient administrator, capable motivator, excellent planner and a
wonderful co-coordinator / manager. He felt sad that she was not in the
corporate world. He said if she was, she could have been somewhere by now.
My Boss listed out my wife's Dipa's list of capabilities. I found to my utter
surprise that in spite of having lived with her for many years, I was blissfully
ignorant or indifferent about them.
The party hall started filling up as invitees started trickling in. Off and on
during the party, I saw my Boss drifting back to my wife Dipa for some chat
or the other. They kept on talking about business management, employee's
motivational programs for higher productivity etc. I was privy to some of the
conversations. However, I left them talking for quite a while to meet other
friends, during most of their conversation.
It was a surprise for me to see that my wife talked to my Boss for such a long
time and with so much intensity like she had never done with me. My Boss
was impressed with not only with Dipa's depth of knowledge on various
subjects but also with her innocent laughter, her genuineness, maturity and
most of all, her sensual beauty and figure combined with typical Indian
female like shyness.
My wife Dipa was in her prime. Her youthful sensuality was in full bloom.
As a feminine instinct, perhaps she knew how to pronounce it in a subtle
way. That could also be partly due to her innate sense of making things
beautiful without showing extravagance all around her. She was about 26-27
at that time. We had just been married for 3 to 4 years. Dipa was not just
beautiful; her style, walk, gestures, dress sense, the way she looked and her
sweet modulated voice exhibited her sexiness. She had round looking face
with thin, dark, and chisel sharp eyelids and eyebrows. Her eyes looked sweet
yet watchful. She looked so sexy when she half smiled with her pouting lips
and with her twitching of eyebrows.
Her cheeks bloomed naturally like rose petals. They were filled just right. Not
too heavy not just depressed. Smooth cheek bones. A lock of her hair curled
below her ears and a loose bunch of her hair spread careful over her shoulder
and coming in front a little over her breasts gave her the look of a seductress
that often sliced the heart of romantic men around her. Her thick dark hair
extended right to her hips when left untied. She however, kept them tied in
different attractive and (I thought) seductive styles. She looked somewhat
like Pariniti Chopra a Bollywood actress, well filled only where a woman
should be.
Dipa had slim waist line but her plum full breasts filled so beautifully and
adequately that defied her body frame size. Her two globes protruded out of
her blouse so blatantly and prominently that no one could avoid noticing
them. They were not just full, they were pointed and erect. They stood up
defying gravity. They did not really need a bra. It was impossible for her to
hide them. Dipa tried hard initially to hide them to prevent onlookers from
eyeing them temptingly, gave up finally being not able to do so.
Her flexible and curving waistline, sloping down from her breasts to her
navel and then rising again down to her buttocks and pubic area followed by
her shapely thighs presented breath taking view and compulsorily hardened
men's boners. Whether she wore sari or more revealing dresses, such as
leggings or hip hugging jeans; her figure was eminently visible in varying
degrees enough to attract attention of male organs. In case of tight hugging
dresses, men could not move their focus from between her legs, her derriere
and the pinnacles of her bulbous breasts.
Dipa's family upbringing was at best modest. After graduation, Dipa did a
diploma course in Beauty and wellness and worked for some time with a
famous makeup artist as an assistant. While working part time, she did her
masters in management. Her company worked with a film studio and did
make up of actors. She was expert at transforming a girl's personality with
different makeup. However, she got an opportunity to join a management
company. She worked in the management company initially as a secretary.
She rapidly rose from the Secretary to the position of Manager in three Years.
After marriage, she had to resettle at Lucknow with me and she decided to be
a housewife and left the job.
She did not like old and somber songs. She loved jazzy modern songs and
loved dancing to them. She even danced to slow and sometimes morose
songs care freely. I loved to watch her dance. She enjoyed dancing,
exercising, going out, watching movies and taking fast paced long walks. All
the same, she was far from a conventional so called fast paced modern girl.
She preferred to be a good normal house wife albeit with modern outlook.
She had to wear shorts and tank tops when exercising and doing yoga. She
was naturally talkative and enjoyed talking; some times more than what I
considered was necessary. She laughed out freely suddenly while talking at
the slightest pretext. Her laughter was innocent and infectious