Adultery boss and my wife 1

[mn60358]

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

[The Last samurai]

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

Nice story very good naration. Good going till now. Please update soon eagerly waiting for next part

[RJ668]

The start of the story is good & the narration is awesomeeeeee....hopefully in upcoming updates will be more  fun to read.

[srungara]

Very good start ...continue

[Lovecraft]

Good start, till now. Hopefully, As the story goes on, it will be more interesting. There is one request that keeps it slow Seductive. So that this will improve the eroticism of the story. 
*Eagerly awaiting what happened in the Party? & next  update...

[Kamuk Insaan]

Good start.
It looks like there is going to be some bang between the two in the party?

[mn60358]

Update 2

I was as much impressed with my wife as I was with my Boss. I had blind
faith in my wife too. She was also very obedient and never went against my
decisions. Well, it was not very often that I had to decide on any issue. She
took most of the decisions in our life, which was ok with me, because I had
an implicit faith in her wisdom. Our life was going on smoothly.
She was a fanatic as far as cleanliness and order was concerned. That was
why our home was always spick and span. Any one causing disorder and
messing up even slightly, would invite her wreath.
In that New Year eve party, the club had arranged a famous music group and
there was a dance program to go with it. The do was organized in a big farm
house. My Boss apart from being a romantic energetic man was also a
wonderful dancer. The Boss came to where Dipa and I were sitting; as if
accidentally and said "Hello" to us. The Boss extended his arms to invite my
wife Dipa to dance with him.
Dipa smiled affirmatively and without delay got into my Boss's arms giving
me a mischievous wink. I heard her say modestly and demurely, "I do not
know dancing."
Boss said, "No problem. Not many people dancing here know dancing.
Besides, you are smart. You will learn fast. I shall teach you."
My Boss whisked away Dipa in one swift motion. The pair was really worth
watching. My Boss was tall, comparatively huge and solid. Dipa in contrast
was average height, thin and can be called frail except her well filled solid
boobs under her blouse and bra and pretty shapely ass. She looked almost
like a toy in Boss's arms. Her thick and long hair swirled as Boss zoomed her
around in his arms.
I saw that Dipa was indeed a fast learner. My Boss had to explain the steps
just once and Dipa picked up those steps as if she had been doing them for
ages. While dancing, Boss quite frequently kept speaking in Dipa's ears. In
the process he had to get very close to her, pulling Dipa's body really close to
his body.
I saw Dipa laughing out innocently and nodding her head in affirmation
hearing my Boss's jokes or whatever he said into my wife's ears.
Occasionally she also pressed her mouth to Boss's ears and spoke something
while they danced. She had to rise on her toes first few times. Later Boss
picked her up in his arms to make her speak to him in his ears. She told me
later that the Boss asked her to dance freely without being vulgar. He asked
her not to worry too much about grinding of their bodies.
It was obvious to me that my Boss made no bones of taking my wife into his
arms very tightly close and making point to point contacts and rubbing his
body with her, particularly the pelvic region and her pronounced breasts.
Their thighs ground often with each other. Dipa took al sportingly, which
showed to me that she was quite at ease with the Boss.
Dipa seemed to have no qualms of my Boss's closeness and body contacts as
she danced like a perfect dancer in a few minutes of their starting. In no time,
it was she who made my Boss follow her steps. Dipa had learned some
western dancing in her college days and I could see that she was putting the
knowledge to good use. When Dipa and my Boss danced to the rhythm of
Salsa dance, all the other participants stepped aside to watch my wife Dipa go
through dance with my Boss. Dipa was in full flow by then. In fact she was
leading my Boss rather the Boss leading her. She had become star of the
show when the music stopped, as evidenced by thunderous applause she
received from all including my Boss. She had that graceful blush
acknowledging thunderous applause she received.
When the dance was over, the Boss came to me holding my wife's hand and
said, "Dipak you are a very lucky bloke to have Dipa as your wife. Besides
being a natural dancer; she is a genuine and beautiful person." Then turning
to Dipa he said, "Dipa, you have rejuvenated me. I never imagined that I
could ever dance like this. It would not be wrong to say that I did not tech
you the dance steps. In fact, it was you who taught me the dance today. Not
just the dance, you taught me the steps of life. You taught me baby, how to
live."
I was baffled at my Boss's profusely showering praises on my wife. Until that
day, even I did not know that my wife had such wonderful qualities.
Dipa blushed hearing my Boss's commendations and said modestly, "Sir, you
are a wonderful dancer and also a very good teacher. You taught a complete
novice like me how to dance. Believe me sir; I never danced like this with
anyone. If anyone deserves credit, it is you sir."
My Boss turned to me and said, "Dipak, your wife Dipa is like a flash of
lightening of life. She is so quick, capable and sensuous that she has the
ability to inject life into a dead body. I have never danced like this earlier. I
would never have been able to dance like this today. The credit for this
beautiful dance is all hers."
Boss must be constantly wondering what kind of a woman Dipa was. She
turned red at times, laughing like a child innocently at the smallest pretext.
The next moment Dipa talked like a seasoned professional on serious
business matters and offered pin point and very logical sounding solutions on
complex issues.
He was so impressed with my wife's professional competence that he told me
that he would not take my wife's opinions lightly on business matters. He said
she had such an in-depth knowledge of Indian laws and commercial
situations that if her ideas were applied, a sick business could quickly turn
around to while a struggling business could flourish. Dipa had such capability
that would put to shame many highly paid executives in the business he said.
I was taken aback with Boss's profusely praising my wife. I never doubted
her competence, but such profuse praise from my Boss was beyond my
comprehension.
The Boss asked me several times about Dipa in the office almost every day.
He would not stop praising her each time she came up in our talk.
My Boss invited us home for dinner one evening. It was probably my Boss's
birthday or some such occasion. He kept it under the wrap and told us only
when we asked him repeatedly after we reached his house. Dipa and I met his
wife for the first time there. I was surprised by the striking likeness between
my wife Dipa's face and Boss's wife's. Her name was Shikha.
Their face resembled quite a lot. If you see both of them together, at the first
sight you could easily get confused by the likeness of their faces. However,
there were certain subtle differences too. Dipa was more filled at the right
places, more curvaceous, smiling all the time and slightly slimmer than
Boss's wife. Both were almost as tall. As compared to my wife's ripe and
shapely bosom, Boss's wife had smaller chest. Her breasts matched with her
lean frame.
I learnt from my wife that Boss's wife propped up her breasts by wearing
heavily padded bra. Boss's wife had rather poor sense of clothing. She wore
heavy expensive ornaments which did not match her body and persona. She
had poor sense of matching and design. I felt that perhaps she did not
deliberately get ready because she wanted to show us that we were not very
welcome.
She did not seem very pleased receiving us that evening and she did not make
any effort to hide her feelings. On the contrary Boss's rather middle aged
servant treated us better.
Boss's was a fairly big house with four or five bedroom duplex rooms with a
lounge and a lawn with flowers and a few trees. Boss's wife disappeared into
her room after saying a very formal and insincere sounding "Hi", leaving
slightly embarrassed Boss with us. That was the only word we heard from her
through that evening. When she went away she did not care to speak or say
anything. She did not look happy that we were invited by the Boss.
When Dipa saw Boss making tea for us, she quickly got up, went into the
kitchen and made tea for us. Boss served us some biscuits. Dipa stood up to
serve us. Dipa had worn a deep neck short blouse and embroidered net bra
with frills, which displayed her ample cleavage. She had taken care to cover
them with a scarf over her chest. When she bent to pour tea in Boss's cup, her
scarf covering her chest slipped down and her cleavage was eminently visible
in front of Boss's eyes.
Boss's eyes were glued into that gap and I could see bewildered expressions
on his face seeing a big cleavage right in front of his feasting eyes. My wife's
plum breasts looked as if they were impatient to jump out of the bra any
moment. When Dipa noticed the target of Boss's eyes, she hurriedly covered
up her chest with the scarf.
Boss's servant got busy with preparing for the birthday cake. When the cake
was ready, Boss called his wife. However, she shouted that she was sleeping
and not to be disturbed. Dipa placed the candles and lighted them. Boss
extinguished them and cut the cake. Dipa played the role of the lady of the
house by feeding a piece of cake to my Boss and then Boss fed the remaining
piece to Dipa and me.
After the cake cutting, we shifted to the living room while Boss and Dipa
started talking on multiple subjects. They started with the nature, gardening,
national scenario, economic situation, the world politics and then settling
down onto business management, employee motivation and driving the
business to get the results. My Boss realized that I was getting bored. He
switched on the TV. I picked up some biscuits and tea, moved over to the TV
arena of the drawing room and began watching a movie.
My Boss must have felt like a free bird in the sky on getting rid of his wife
and me. Both he and my wife Dipa got into their endless and deep
conversations once again. I knew my wife liked nothing more than a focused
listener to her chatter. It was impossible to stop her when she had a listener
like my Boss. She had no hesitation in talking to my Boss who was a great
listener.
When Dipa laughed out talking animatedly to a joke, Boss would look with
great admiration at her care free laugh. When she felt quite excited on any
topic that my Boss broached, she would hold my Boss's hands or tap on his
thighs affectionately. My Boss was anyway an expert and knew how to
engage attention particularly of charming and sexy women. I could well
imagine that Dipa's casual touch must have created quite a stir in Boss's
mind. I could see amazed expressions on his face whenever Dipa innocently touched his hands or tapped on his thighs not realizing the impact she was
making on my Boss.

[Lovecraft]

Nice Update & Excellent Narration. clp);

The way Boss was praising her at the party, he has become Fan of Dipa. Who wouldn't! After all 
She is smart, sexy and talented as well as beautiful.
she impressed the Boss by her competence. Maybe he can also offer her a job in his company as personal secretary/advisor.

[vishuvanathan]

Interesting start

[drtknk_m]

fucking horny loser to the wife

[Kamuk Insaan]

Hot Update.

Damn this Dipa!!!!

[RJ668]

The way Boss was praising Dipak's wife all the time, Dipa is completely overshadowed in his heart. 

She has an in-depth knowledge of both management and corporate business. He would offer her to work in his company & He must have thought once If this hot, Multi-talented Sexy lady were his Wife. 


Fucking Hot Update....... Continue.......

[mn60358]

I was not a fool not to notice my Boss frequently stealing glances and looking
down intently between the exposed parts of the globes on my wife's chest. He
must be marveling at the swollen breasts projecting out of her blouse and bra.
In her excitement to talk to such an interested listener, my wife Dipa was
hardly attentive to notice my Boss's stares targeted at strategic locations of
her body. She kept talking animatedly answering Boss's questions and adding
her own wisdom to it; to the delight of my elated Boss.
My Boss listened to her with rapt attention; as if he was hearing an earth
shaking invention that was going to change the world. He did not spare any
efforts to ask elementary questions and seriously asked for her opinions on
them. He then listened patiently her reply. I was not sure if he was focused on
Dipa's reply or her assets. However, he kept praising her profusely for the
wealth of knowledge she had. That made Dipa all the more excited.
It did not need a special expertise to guess that my Boss was hitting on my
wife. He did seem to have developed a crush on her. He seemed to have
fallen for her lock stock and barrel. When I was busy watching TV, the Boss
occasionally caught Dipa's hands and squeezed them gently as if to express
his excitement. Dipa kept smiling and talking endlessly with a great deal of
enthusiasm as was her habit.
Their talk had to be terminated as soon as the Boss's wife reentered the room.
Seeing her husband talking to my pretty wife with so much enthusiasm,
Boss's wife looked at us with a big, almost hostile frown on her face. Dipa
turned quiet on her entrance. Boss sheepishly announced that the dinner was
served. Boss's wife Shikha retreated into her bedroom without speaking a
word but throwing an ugly look at my wife Dipa. It was obvious that she
hated Boss's colleagues. Obviously, she also did not like Boss's attention to
Dipa.
Barring Dipa's heart to heart talks with my Boss on almost all the topics on
earth, the dinner was boring and almost an unpleasant affair. On our way
home, but for Dipa's chatter about all management topics she had discussed
with my Boss, I would have fallen asleep.
Dipa was surprised at the rudeness with which my Boss's wife treated us and
also my Boss. She said that she would never visit Boss's house again as long
as his wife was there.
Two things happened a few weeks after that turned our life around. Dipa's
father had a severe heart stroke and had to be operated upon for his heart
condition. He had to be admitted to an expensive hospital. Dipa's brother ran
out of money and was short of Rs. 5 Lacs (about US$ 70.000.00). Dipa knew
that we had no such savings. I told her that there was only one person who
could help us out and that was my Boss. However, I was hesitant to ask him
for such a big amount. I was almost certain that he would regret his inability.
However, Dipa was not discouraged. She said she would talk to my Boss.
The next day Dipa came to my office. She went to my Boss's room and told
him about her father's sickness. Dipa was quite emotional. Her pleas for
money made my Boss emotional too. The Boss asked for one day's time.
The next day Dipa and my Boss went to my Boss's bank. My wife was
surprised that my Boss broke off his fixed deposit of Rs. 15 Lacs. In the
process he must have suffered quite a loss of interest amount. When the Boss
started filling forms for transferring Rs. 7 Lacs to Dipa's account; she
objected and said, "Boss I want only Rs. 5 Lacs."
Boss said, "There are many unforeseen expenses in the hospital and it is
better to have some spare amount to pay for such expenses. After paying all
the bills if you find that you have some surplus, please return the surplus
amount to me.
The Boss was proved right. Dipa's brother told her that the final bill was
higher and an additional amount of Rs. One lac had to be paid. When Dipa
returned after the operation, she came to our office and went to the Boss's
cabin to thank him with a cheque for the surplus amount.
I ushered her in the Boss's office. When the Boss got up to receive her in the
office, she was choked with emotions. She ran to the amazement of my Boss
and hugged him hard. Gripping my Boss in her embrace, Dipa cried out loud
almost hysterically. The Boss almost staggered on his feet with the force of
my wife's hug. They hugged for a few seconds. Completely embarrassed; my
Boss kept caressing my wife's back, not knowing what to say.
After separating from him, Dipa composed herself and said to my Boss,
"Boss, we are indeed grateful to you for having loaned this amount. Was it
not for your timely help, I do not know how we would have managed the
money and paid the hospital bills. In all probability, we would have skipped
the operation with possible disastrous consequences for my father. You are
savior of my father's life. I do not know how I would ever be able to return
the favor."
My Boss stood embarrassed looking at my emotional wife and said, "Dipa, its
ok. It was my duty and I have not done you any favor."
Dipa asked Boss how we could return the money borrowed. Boss said, "Dipa,
I am a businessman and I know how not just to recover the money but collect
the interest from you too."
When Dipa stood perplexed trying to guess what the Boss meant, "My Boss
patted her on her shoulder and said, "Don't misunderstand me Dipa. I do not
want you to worry about returning the money. I do not want you to strain
your budget. I know your hubby is quite capable of paying the money back to
me by earning the incentives from his higher sales and collection of payments
from customers. This amount of Rs. 6 Lacs can be recovered from his
incentives in about three years. I have ideas on how I will recover more than
the money paid. And don't worry, there are no strings attached. So relax."
My Boss was quite confident that I shall earn enough for the company to
recover such a big amount borrowed. Dipa looked immensely relieved
hearing this from the Boss. She was worried for the past few days on how we
shall payback this big amount.
Dipa went to my Boss and hugged him again and said with more tears in her
eyes, "I do not know what to say sir. If ever I could do anything for you,
kindly just ask."
The Boss looked at Dipa and asked smiling, "Can I ask anything? Will you
do it for me? Do you promise?"
Dipa looked at my Boss apprehensively. But having committed just a few
moments back, tried to put a brave face in her voice and said, "Yes sir, I will
do anything you ask of me."
My Boss smiled and said, "Yes, I want something from you. You can stop
calling me Sir or Boss. My name is Som. Call me Som. That is what you
need to do."
From that day on, my wife became the biggest fan of my Boss. Whenever she
had the slightest opportunity, she would start praising his generosity and
kindness.
One night in bed she asked me how I was doing in sales. She reminded me
that we had to pay back Boss's loans. She said, "Dipak, in today's world
nobody ever loans anyone including his relatives, such a big amount. He has
not even taken a receipt or got any documents signed by us. Indeed he has
tremendous confidence in your capability to earn enough incentives to
payback his dues. This is not a small thing."
I replied, "Dipa darling, do you know that my Boss had saved that amount to
buy a property for the new office? This was his much needed saving, which
he paid to us. He broke up his deposit and his dream of buying that much
needed office. You did not notice one important thing honey."
My wife looked at me and asked, "What?"
"He may have trusted me somewhat, but he trusted YOU much more. He paid
money because YOU went there to ask for the money. He is very much
impressed with you. It is a fact that had I gone asking for the money, he
would perhaps politely regretted." I replied.
My wife Dipa looked at me sternly and asked, "What makes you think so? I
went there only because you hesitated to go to him. I was prepared for his
refusal. I would not have been shocked, if he had refused; because no one
would trust a colleague with so much money without any documentation.
What could he do if you change your job? Or change your mind and refuse to
pay? But I was determined to try and succeeded."
I said, "You have answered your own question. You said nobody would have
trusted his colleague with such a big amount. Then why did the Boss pay?
Because YOU went to him and he trusted YOU. He could not have refused
you. He is sold on your persona and I suspect has a crush on you. Don't you
think so?"
She smiled a little embarrassed. It was more of a blush than a smile. Then she
was quiet for a few seconds. She then nodded her head slightly as if she had
reached some conclusion. However, she did not respond.
I continued, "We are so indebted to him for what he has done that whatever
we do, we shall not be able to really repay his debt, even if we pay off the
amount. Nobody trusts anybody these days for such a big amount and that too
without any collateral or documentation."
Dipa said looking at the ceiling as if the answer would come from there,
"True. What can we do for such a big man really?" she appeared to ask the
question to herself.
I said, "Look, you can't refuse that he has a solid crush on you. He has gone
bonkers on your breasts, ass and all that. You can get him to do anything you
want."
My wife appeared a bit irritated initially, but then laughed blushing a little
and said, "Jealous hubby, aren't you? Just think. Look at him, he is so smart,
handsome wonderfully attractive and his wife? She is just the opposite. I
don't know why he married her in the first place? Well she may be good
looking but look how she keeps herself? He could have got any girl he
wanted. That is why perhaps, he appears sad. Perhaps that is the reason why
he may have a crush on me, if at all. You must have noticed, his wife's face
resembles mine somewhat."
I interrupted her and said, "Perhaps he is hoping to get from you what he
could not get from his wife."
She sighed ruefully and said, "This is life! I do not want anything from your
Boss. He has saved my Dad's life and that is more than enough for me. I am
at a loss wondering how I would ever repay for his kind gesture. If he feels
happy looking at me for some moments, well, that is fine with me. What is a
big deal?"
I said, "Well whatever. I have seen him ogling at your cleavage, whenever
you bend down to serve him."
Dipa was quite cheesed off see me making such tongue in cheek comments.
She said in an irritated voice, "Don't be a prude! Have I not seen you ogling
at other women, when you have had the slightest opportunity? Your Boss is
far better than you. Look at his wife! She has hardly any breasts to speak of. I
have such handful of breasts, yet do you miss any opportunity to ogle at
others' wives? You men are all like that. But unfortunately, we women can't
live without you guys! This ogling business is nothing new for me. I am used
to men ogling at my breasts, my ass and all that. Poor Boss! His wife seemed
so boring and disenchanted with her hubby! So if your poor Boss ogles at my
boobs, so be it. If you have any problem, tell me. I shall stay away from your
Boss. You should not troll a good man like your Boss, for that." My wife
concluded with mock anger on her face.
I dreamt that night that my Boss came home when I was on tour and fucked
my wife. I creamed out in my pajama on the bed. I realized that I am a
voyeur, one who is interested to have his wife fucked by someone else. I was
getting horny imagining my wife in the bed with some other male (hopefully
my Boss).
Dipa was so overwhelmed by the generosity of my Boss that on any festive
occasion such as his birthday or any festival, she would not miss to send him
some gift and called him on phone to greet him. Once when the Boss's wife
was away, she cooked meals for him and sent it through me. My Boss too did
not miss an occasion or a festival to send Dipa a gift or called her on phone.
Obviously their phone call chats lasted a few minutes. I got a strong feeling
that some kind of mutual attraction was building up between them over the
past few months.
Things were going on nicely for quite a while. However, not long after a
problematic development caused quite a stir in the office. Rumors started
trickling in of serious misunderstanding between the Boss and his wife. As a
consequence, the brightness and shine from the face of my Boss started
diminishing. The Boss, who was toiling day and night to get the business and
please our clients, suddenly started losing interest in business and became so
dull and indifferent that alarm bells started ringing in the market place.
Our clients started grumbling and sales started falling. My incentives took a
big hit. There was a scene of despondency in our office. On top of this all we
got the shocking news that the Boss's wife left him and slapped the Boss with
a notice for divorce. That perhaps was the last straw. The Boss was shattered.
He was left alone to live in that big house of his.
I stared at a very bleak future in front of me. I realized then how much my
Boss contributed to my success. It was not the matter of incentives then. It
was a matter of keeping the job. We were facing a situation of complete
failure of our company, which only a few months ago was labeled as a bright
star the sky of the corporate world.
A delegation from the company's financers visited us one day. They were
grossly disappointed and a bit angry too at our sudden downturn. They talked
to the Boss about the situation. But after they left, I found no difference in
Boss's behavior. It was clear to us then that if things did not change we were
staring at the closure of our operations and loss of jobs for all of us.
This went on for a month or so. The Boss did not visit the office for days on
end. All were desperate. My colleagues knew of my relations with the Boss.
They asked me to make a final attempt to get the Boss to come to the office
and resume the command of the business, like earlier days. I was at a loss to
think about how to make the Boss see reason and motivate him to get back to
work with the same zeal and enthusiasm.
Anyway, not with much confidence in my heart, I went the next morning to
my Boss's house. There was eerie silence in the house. Boss's servant
received me with a smug face and asked me to sit. He then told me that the
Boss was upstairs. He said he had been drinking since the morning and would
not allow him to enter his room.
When I asked him to tell me all that happened in detail, the servant cried out
saying that the Boss cared so much for Madam (Shikha)> However, she
treated Boss badly. Finally they fought bitterly and she left. She then served a
divorce notice on the Boss. He said that the notice broke the Boss down.
The servant went up to tell the Boss that I was there. Boss called me up and
asked the servant to leave. I noticed that Boss was not in the state of mind to
talk to me coherently. He blabbered and spoke as if I was not there. He
shouted as if I was his wife and threatened me that he would kill me. The
next moment he saw me, came to me and said, "Dipak, never trust a woman. I
gave Shikha every bit of my love and consideration. But she did not care and
did not deserve it. I wish I had slapped her hard. I wish I had spanked her. I
wish I had killed her." I was horrified at Boss's condition.
I was about to return, when Boss caught my shoulder and asked me, "What
made you come here Dipak?"
I told him that everybody in the office was concerned about the state of
affairs and they would like him to come to the office and brief the staff about
the things. Boss assured me that he would come to the office. I was not sure
if what he said registered on his mind.
Boss did come to the office the next day. However, there was no energy in
his steps and no zing in his voice. Usually, the Boss called our female
colleagues affectionately as "Baby, Darling, Honey, Sweetie" etc. However,
that day he just looked at them and just said, "Hi". He barely smiled and I
could see that his smile also did not come from within. It looked as though it
was not our Boss, it was his ghost.
In the office, the Boss asked me perfunctorily about Dipa. To lighten the air, I
told him that that morning Dipa had rushed and jumped into my arms seeing
a cockroach in the bathroom. When I talked about the incident, I was
surprised to see my Boss pepped up. He almost laughed and I saw on his face
a smile and some enthusiasm that was missing earlier. I was a bit puzzled. I
wondered if it was the mention of Dipa that injected some life into the Boss. I
was not sure. As soon as the talk slipped onto some other topics and the staff
members came in and started asking him about his wife, I saw the Boss
relapsing into the morose state that he was in earlier.
That day in the evening at home, I accidently saw the video that I had shot of
Dipa dancing energetically with the Boss. I suddenly remembered my Boss's
words: "Dipak, your wife Dipa is like a flash of lightening of life. She is so
enthusiastic and sexy that she has the ability to inject life into a dead body."
I recollected the incident in the office of my Boss's sudden enthusiasm
hearing about Dipa from me and kept thinking repeatedly of his words after
the dance.
Suddenly an idea struck me like thunderbolt. I was seeing the possibility of
bringing my Boss back into the original fervor, if my idea worked. I realized
that my wife Dipa was perhaps the elixir to inject life into my Boss's deathly
attitude. I was not sure that my idea would work, but there was no harm in
trying. Why not get my Boss to meet Dipa once again? May be he would be
more enthusiastic. May be he would like to get to know my wife better. May
be with greater association with my wife, the Boss could gradually return to
his old ways?
I considered the idea from various angles and each time the conclusion was
the same. The idea was worth trying. I felt that there was a ray of light at the
end of the tunnel of despair. Perhaps I had found the key to our company's
sliding fortunes. However, for my ideas to be put into practice, I needed
cooperation of my wife. I also did not know of the risks involved. I decided
to take the risk.
That night in bed, I asked my wife, "Darling, you have been repeatedly
saying that if you could do anything, anything at all, for the Boss; that would
a great pleasure. Are you still sure of that?"
Dipa looked at me with a bit of surprise in her eyes and asked, "Of course, I
am sure. But why do you ask?"
I said, "There was a time, when we needed his help and he did not lose time
in giving it instantaneously. Now he needs our help and we have to prove that
we should not be wanting in helping him. You have a very important role to
play in this."
Dipa looked at me with a surprise in her eyes. She asked, "Me? What in the
God's name can I do for such a big man? Of course, nothing will give me
greater pleasure than to help him, if I can."
I said, "That day we needed the Boss and today the Boss needs us and
particularly your help."
After saying that I narrated the complete story about the Boss's wife leaving
him plunging his life into turmoil, shattering him completely. I told her about
the Boss's terrible condition, his internal turmoil and his severe anger against
his wife. I also described how our entire office had been devastated by his
absence and lack of interest. How our sales had nose-dived and my own
incentives had evaporated. It was the question of our jobs unless the Boss
bounced back with his old zeal and fervor.
Dipa looked at me with concern in her eyes. She asked, "Well, it really is sad
to know all this. I had a premonition about that woman. She was never
suitable for your Boss. But where do I come in this?"
I said, "When I mentioned your name and a little about you just casually in
our talk today in the office, Boss's face brightened up and for a few moments,
he appeared to be back in his original element. It looked as if he was keen to
hear more about you. That gave me an idea that perhaps the key to Boss's
bouncing back to his original self was in your hands. If you try to talk him
into coming back to his original self; that would be a great boon for the entire
office, including my own career. I am afraid that if the Boss continued like
this, we are all doomed and the company, which has been making good
profits, will be ruined and we shall lose our jobs. We shall also not be able to
repay our loans including the loan we have taken from the Boss."
Dipa's face brightened up at the prospect of being able to do something for
the Boss. However, soon after, her eyebrows contracted and she appeared
deeply thoughtful. After some time, she said, "Well, I don't know how my
meeting him, spending some time with him can change him. But I can
certainly try, if you feel that it can. May be it will take more than talking to
the Boss. I don't really know what I can do. I know he has feelings for me
that exceed casual acquaintance."
Dipa was silent for some time. After that she turned to me and asked me,
"Look, from what you have told me, it looks like your Boss had a severe
shock of his wife leaving him like this. As I know your Boss's wife from the
brief encounters I had with her, she is very arrogant and curt and your Boss's
reaction on her leaving the house seems gross over reaction. I cannot
understand that."
After she finished, she was quiet again. She closed her eyes for a while. I let
her think over the matter. It took about 15 minutes of deathly silence while I
was fidgeting in my bed, waiting for her to speak. She opened her eyes and
again looked at the ceiling for a few minutes. Then she looked at me direct
into my eyes and said, "There must be some reason for Boss's such behavior.
The matter seems more complex than it appears on the surface. It is a delicate
subject and I need to talk to him quietly in harmonious environment alone for
some time. Can you call the Boss tomorrow for dinner? Tell him that it is my
birthday tomorrow and I shall prepare some special dishes of his choice. It is
my strong desire that the Boss must come and join us. Let us see what
happens then.

[Dumeelkumar]

Awesome, finally dipak is going to lose his wife and job and end up in roads.

[Kamalesh Nathan]

Awesome

[LustyLeo]

Nicely written

[Vasanthan]

Hope she will fall for som. Divorce her husband and marry him. Interesting update.

[RJ668]

Nice One.

Dipak is going to take a big risk. No doubt, "Dipa is like a flash of lightening of life that she has the ability to inject life into a dead body. " But later, the consequences will be worse.

[Lovecraft]

Excellent 

He just dreamed that boss fucked his Wife. But Later, his dreams become reality when the Boss will fuck his wife in front of him.

[Kamuk Insaan]

Superb....