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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

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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.

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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
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The next day, I went to Boss's house. I found him leafing through some
papers. He had not shaved for a few days and looked out of sorts. I went to
the Boss and asked him, "Sir, Dipa is celebrating her birthday today evening
and wants to make some dishes of your liking. She has asked me to invite
you for dinner tonight. Could you spare some time and join us in the
celebration?"
The Boss looked at me blankly for a while. Looking at his face I was almost
certain that he would decline the invitation. I was however, pleasantly
surprised to see the Boss's face brighten up slowly as he weighed my words.
He said holding my hands with a little bit of stutter in his voice, "Is it her
birthday today? Silly, I never asked her birth date before. Has Dipa invited
me? Of course, I shall be delighted to join you to wish her happy birthday."
I was greatly relieved to see Boss's reaction and prayed that my strategy
works. I then hesitatingly asked him, "Sir, would you come dressed up ..."
The Boss understood my concern and said, "Oh, you are pointing at my
appearance. Don't worry. I shall come well dressed.
Right to his promise, the Boss was there at our home at the appointed time
with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. My wife was well prepared. As soon as
the Boss came to our doorstep, she came out. She made the boss bend so that
she could garland him and apply vermillion on his forehead. She bent down
to touch his feet to take his blessings. My Boss was taken aback with this
ceremonial welcome. Offering the big bouquet to Dipa he said, "It is your
birthday Dipa. Why are you garlanding me?"
Dipa replied smiling, "It is the first time you have come to our house. You are
the chief guest today and to me you are no less than God, who saved my
father." She then proceeded to offer ceremonial arati around the Boss's face
and gave him a piece of sweet to eat. She had asked me to record the
welcome ceremony on my mobile. I was dutifully following my wife's orders
like a good husband.
The Boss appeared delighted at the reception he got in my house and looked
relaxed and almost normal. He looked around and saw beautifully floral
decorated entrance; neatly arranged furniture and house hold things. He
looked happy and smiled genuinely at us. It looked to me as if he had
unburdened some of his psychological baggage by the time he settled down
on the sofas in the living room.
The Boss looked appreciatively at carefully arranged articles in our living
room and at the entrance. He saw the meticulously manicured plants in the
pots, pictures placed just the way they should be and dust free books arranged
neatly. I smiled at him and said, "Sir Dipa spends a lot of her time in keeping
things in order and hates if any one spoils or dirties the furniture or other
things.
The Boss could not restrain himself and said enthusiastically, when Dipa was
serving him welcome glass of fruit juice, "My God, Dipak, you are a real
lucky bloke. Your wife has such versatility that is seen in very few persons,
male or female. She is not just a good house wife; she is also a good
organizer, manager and administrator." My boss seemed to be in his original
elements.
When my wife Dipa heard this and other profuse compliments from my Boss,
she blushed like a small girl with her cheeks turning red. She was unable to
raise her eyes in humility accepting Boss's compliments. I saw with some
satisfaction a ray hope at the end of a dark tunnel.
I had bought a birthday cake for my wife. All the things required for the
celebration, were placed on the dining table neatly arranged. I had also
invited two couples from our neighborhood for the cake cutting ceremony. In
the presence of the guests, the cake was cut by Dipa and she placed the first
piece of cake in my Boss's mouth and then gave it to me. The boss picked up
the remaining piece and placed it in Dipa's mouth.
After all the visitors had gone, the Boss came out with a small box in his
hands. The box contained a beautiful golden ring for Dipa. The Boss
ceremonially presented to her. It looked fairly expensive. Dipa took the box
in her hands, looked at the ring with a lot of amazement and gently retuned
the box to the Boss with an apologetic look and said, "Sir, I thank you very
much for this wonderful gift. But I cannot accept it, as it is too expensive and
is beyond our reach. As a protocol, I must accept only such gifts which I may
be able to offer to reciprocate in similar circumstances. I feel that we must
exchange reciprocally feasible gifts to avoid any one of us from getting
overly burdened."
The Boss looked at my wife with complete disbelief at the rejection of his
gift. I saw the same look of despondency and helplessness appearing on his
face, which I was so studiously trying to get rid of. Without saying a word in
response, the Boss sat down unsteadily on the sofa, placed the box on the side
table and looked down.
I looked sternly at my wife Dipa. She understood that the Boss had felt
dejected at her words and rejection of his gift; which I did not like at all. She
looked at me and saw my gross displeasure.
Dipa slowly set by the side of my Boss, took his hands into her and said, "Sir,
I cannot accept your gift unless you accept my two conditions."
The Boss raised his face and looked at my wife. She said, "The first condition
is that you will not expect any such expensive gift from me on any occasion
and the second condition is that you will place the ring on my finger and if it
does not fit, you will get it altered yourself."
The Boss's face brightened up hearing this from my wife. He held his ear
lobes and declared, "I Som hereby commit that on my birthday I shall not
expect any gift from my friend Dipa, except a flower bud."
He hurriedly opened the box, took out the ring, made Dipa give him her hand
and slid the ring onto her finger. It fitted perfectly. I clapped happily and saw
my Boss's face cheerful and mischievous as it had been long before. Dipa
blushed again feeling quite out of sorts at my Boss's profuse expression of
affection on her.
She quickly left us feigning some reasons to go the kitchen to attend some
mundane task.
Boss looked at me with sharp eyes and said, "Dipak, Dipa has been very
forthright and to the point and I greatly admire her for that. I realize that she
did not want to accept the ring because she felt that she was unable to
reciprocate the gesture. But she relented later because you did not want to
make me feel hurt and neither did she. Having said that let me be somewhat
frank with you too. I have placed the ring on your wife's finger. By no stretch
of imagination, this ring compares with the ring you must have placed on her
fingers at the time of your marriage. However, would you mind if I consider
your wife as my very good and close friend. Do you mind?"
I held my Boss's hands and said, "Boss, what are you saying? By all means,
you have all the rights over both of us. When I say all the rights, I mean all
the rights. What Dipa and I want is for you to be happy and get back to your
normal self."
The Boss looked at me; he smiled briefly, but did not say anything. I could
detect a trace of loneliness in his voice. The Boss was not his effervescent
self as I had seen him to be.
As we kept talking, Dipa served the Boss some snacks and a drink. She then
asked the Boss, what he would like as desert. The Boss said he would prefer
ice-cream.
We had not planned for ice-cream. An ice-cream vendor was close by. My
wife looked at me pointedly. I understood that she wanted me to go and fetch
ice-cream. As I got up to go she said, "If the ice-cream is not available from
the nearby stores, please take a walk. You said you wanted to go for a long
walk."
I knew my wife for long. I caught her hint that I need not come back in a
hurry. She needed to talk to my Boss alone. I slipped out, walked some
distance and returned home hurriedly. I did not enter the house but stood at
half closed door of the drawing room and peeped inside. It was dark by then.
I saw Dipa in the kitchen doing something, with the Boss standing behind her
watching her from behind. Obviously, the Boss was looking at my wife's
shapely ass covered in her sari. As she moved, her buttocks moved
tantalizingly giving a wonderful view to the feasting eyes of my Boss. They
were talking something which I could not hear.
When Dipa turned around to get something, my wife almost collided with the
Boss. He had moved so close to her that, it was almost impossible for her to
turn without bumping on my Boss. Unable to control her balance Dipa
stumbled and fell on the Boss, when in a quick reflexive action; my Boss
stretched his arms to catch her from falling.
My puzzled wife fell in my Boss's outstretched arms, as the Boss lowered his
head and widened his base by stretching his legs apart to maintain his own
balance and not to let Dipa fall down. The scene resembled the famous pair
of Raj Kapoor and Nargis in one of the films, which then became the emblem
of R.K.Studios of Bollywood. They both remained in that position for almost
a minute and a half, as the Boss did not shift his position and my wife did not
stand up to come out of my Boss's arms. Boss's eyes and face expressions
must have been full of lust. My wife was looking sharply into his eyes trying
to read Boss's mind and face expressions.
Dipa and Boss remained in that position for quite a length of time. It raised
the temperature of the environment in the room. Dipa's face had turned red as
she blushed looking at the Boss's lustful expressions. After a few minutes,
when the Boss lowered his head to bring his lips close to my wife's, Dipa
tried to raise her body to be straight. As the Boss was trying to close the gap,
Dipa laughed out loud and quickly disengaging herself from Boss's grasp, she
said, "Sir, my! You are a fast one! You saved me from falling! God! I have a
real Casanova now to protect me!"
The Boss felt embarrassed at the mildly admonishing tone of my wife.
Looking sheepishly at her, the Boss said, "I am really sorry Dipa. I have lost
balance of senses since the last few weeks. I could not control myself dear. I
did not mean to offend you."
In spite of his trying to control his emotions, a tear fell down from Boss's
eyes. He moved away from Dipa trying to go outside to the door in the porch
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Dipa gripped Boss's hand and stopped him. She pulled him toward her. The
Boss looked surprisingly at my wife. Our living room and dining room are
combined. Dipa lovingly, gently wiped Boss's tears with her fingers and
made him sit on a chair beside the dining table. She stood in front of the Boss
so close that her puffed up protruding breasts stood erect right in front of
Boss's eyes. Boss's eyes were riveted on my wife's lovely hillocks mounted
on her beautiful chest.
I could see her erect nipple making a distinct impression on her blouse which
undoubtedly my Boss was staring at with mesmerized expressions on his
face, not being able to see anything else as they were perched up right in
front of his eyes.
She saw the Boss ogling at her cleavage and chest. She did not care to pull up
her sari to cover them and said, "You are perfectly in order sir. You have
done nothing wrong. There is no need to apologize. We are humans and your
actions were like normal humans. I am not offended. I consider you as not
just my friend but an intimate friend. Do you know what an intimate friend
is?" asked Dipa of my Boss.
Boss looked at Dipa perplexed. Dipa raised her hand and caught Boss's one
ear in her fingers and twisting the ear slightly she said, "Remember carefully
and do not forget. An intimate friend is one with whom you can share each
and everything. When I say everything I mean everything. It is more than
even husband wife relationship. With an intimate friend you do not hide
anything at all. Therefore I do not mind what you tell me or do to me. Will
you remember this?" Dipa concluded by asking.
My Boss looked more puzzled than before, trying to digest what Dipa had
just said. After s few moments he said, "Yes Dipa I will never forget this."
Dipa asked Boss, "Now please do tell me what is eating your mind. Don't you
trust me enough and consider me as your own to let me in on your personal
matters? I wish to tell you sir, that both Dipak and especially I, love you very
much. I expect that you do not hide things from the person you love and I
sincerely hope that you consider me as your intimate friend and that you love
me too."
My Boss almost slipped down the chair the moment he heard this. Managing
to maintain his poise, he said, "Not only I trust you and Dipak fully, I am also
a great admirer of your multiple capabilities. I certainly consider you as my
own. Why would I not confide in you? But I am unhappy that you keep
calling me "Sir" when my name is Som. You call me Som, and then I shall
feel that you really love me.
Dipa said, "Well, no and yes. No, because you are senior to me both in age,
stature and wisdom. I have been brought up in Indian culture. How can I
address you by your first name? But yes, I will not address you as 'Sir'. I will
call you as 'Somji'. I hope that will settle it? Now do tell me what is causing
so much pain to my loved one?"
Boss said, "Why add 'Ji' with my name and increase the gap between us? Just
call me Som."
Dipa smiled mischievously and said, "No I will call you 'Somji' and that is
final. And there is no gap between us now ok? Are you happy?" Saying that,
Dipa moved so close to the Boss that one of her nipples centered on her
breasts standing hard and erect in her blouse touched the tip of Boss's nose.
Boss without giving a second thought, wrapped his arms around my wife's
slim waist and pulled Dipa in his arms. Placing his lips gently on her lips, the
Boss said, "But first tell me that you have forgiven me for my misadventure."
My wife stood in the Boss's arms completely memorized by his sudden action
and unable to speak as her lips were sealed by the Boss's. She began to
respond as she was pulled into the whirlpool of sensuality caused by Boss's
action. Boss's one arm was centered on my wife's butts and the second arm
rested tight on my wife's waist, holding her tight in a close embrace.
Dipa for quite some time, stood perplexed at the Boss's quick reflexive
maneuver. She was at a loss for words to speak. She sucked Boss's saliva and
responded to Boss's sensual kissing. She understood his frustration at having
been a failure in keeping his wife with him and she felt that perhaps that was
his way of getting back from Dipa, what his wife did not give him.
After kissing for a few precious seconds, Dipa gently moved away from the
embrace, with a nudge here and push there. She did not want to offend the
Boss at the same time perhaps felt the Boss's move as inappropriate.
She stood apart from the Boss looking flustered with the passionate kiss from
the Boss and chiding him in her inimitable naughty style, she said, "Sir, I
mean Somji, aren't you going a bit overboard with your emotions? Besides, I
like your style of first kissing and then saying sorry for the kiss and then
kissing me again? You are asking pardon for the crime committed and yet
you keep on committing the same crime again and again. You are fast. But
you are also handsome. Well, you have inflamed my hidden passion, so I
have forgiven you. My hubby may be here any minute. What if he sees us
kissing? I do not want your stature to be slighted in the eyes of my hubby.
We shall have more time for flings like this Somji."
Apart from admonishing the Boss, my smart wife signaled to the Boss that
she was a game for such an adventure.
The Boss had mixed expressions on his face. He was not sure if Dipa
accepted his advances. He smiled ruefully and said, "I am really sorry for
having lost control once again. You wanted to hear my story. So here I am. It
pains me to speak all these things, but then it will also be a load off my
chest."
Dipa nodded her head to indicate to the Boss to go on. "My wife Shikha has
left me for good. She left over just a small tiff. She has served me a divorce
notice. I have never fought any legal battle so far. I never went to court. I am
completely out of gear. I feel socially and morally all alone. I do not know
how to deal with this situation. In this situation, I was unable to control my
urge to express my love to you, seeing your deep and sincere affection. I am
sorry for my impulsively touching and kissing you. I really am."
Dipa looked at the crestfallen face of the Boss. There were tears in his eyes.
She sat on the chair in front of the Boss, took Boss's one hand in her hands
and wiping tears from Boss's eyes, she said, "What nonsense! Owner of such
a big company rolling tears like this? Not good! Why shed tears for someone,
who was never yours in the first place? And don't you dare say sorry to me
again. You used the word love for me. A lover does not say sorry to his
beloved. I understand your overflowing feelings. I do not mind it. Somji, I
love you too. So what are you sorry about? However, there is one thing that is
eating me for some time."
The Boss looked at her waiting for her to go on.
Dipa said, "I understand that a divorce is very bitter and painful. However, in
your case, I do not feel that there is any need for you to be so much over
powered by negativity. She was not a good wife for you. Secondly, you do
not have children to worry too much about. In fact I would call it a good
riddance. Then for heaven's sake, why are you so perturbed?"
The Boss looked at my wife understandingly and nodding his face he said,
"Dipa you are very right. I am not really unhappy that she has gone. I am
unhappy that I have been branded as a bad husband. I tried to please her as
much as I could. She had expensive habits, being a daughter of rich father
and I felt that sometimes I went far beyond my means to placate her. But to
my every effort there was only rejection, hurling of insults and invectives.
From the first day, she felt I am grossly inadequate for her. She made me feel
as if I was impotent, poor, dumb and what not. I could never stand up to her
since the first day of our marriage."
Dipa looked thoughtfully at the Boss and half smiling said, "Somji, the
reason she dominated you was because you did not kill the cat."
Boss looked surprised at Dipa. He asked, "What do you mean?"
Dipa replied, "There is a saying in our language among men that a husband
must kill a cat in front of his wife on the first night of his marriage. She will
be so scared seeing this, that through their life, she will never dare to
dominate her hubby."
My Boss looked perplexed at Dipa, wondering what she meant. Dipa said,
"This saying has been carried forward from the days of the sword era. The cat
is wife's ego. Some of the girls carry huge ego due to their beauty or father's
status, wealth or whatever. For a happy married life, a hubby must kill the cat
which crosses his path on the first night, to show to his wife that he is not to
be taken for granted. The wife must know that he is the head of the family
and must be given due respect and love,"
My Boss almost jumped with child like enthusiasm. He clapped his hands
and then moderated his reaction and said, "Dipa, this is exactly what! That is
exactly what I am feeling sad about. I feel the same way. I wish I had
disciplined her on the first night of our marriage. How I wish I had done that.
Even after that, if she had not changed, at least I would not be feeling sorry
for myself. I wish I had slapped her hard the first time she let loose her
abuses. I would have been a happy man today."
Dipa said, "Boss forget it. It's all done and over."
My Boss however, stuck to his point and said, "No Dipa, it's not over. I feel
so upset with myself that I did not do it. I wish so badly that I had slapped her
hard across her face."
Dipa held Boss's hands and said, "Sir, you are too good a man to do that. Of
course at times you have to be what you do not want to be. Never mind if you
did not do that."
My Boss again could not control his emotions and moved to grab my wife in
his arms and hugged her. He said, "Dipa I am sorry but when I hear you
talking so sweetly, I feel something inside me going berserk."
Dipa looked at the Boss admonishingly and said, "Please stop saying sorry
again and again. I consider you not just as my friend, but an intimate one.
And an intimate friend does not say sorry for such mild but sweet
indiscretions."
The Boss looked at my wife perplexed. She caught my Boss's one ear and
twitching it in her fingers she asked, "I hope you remember the deep meaning
of 'intimate' where love is concerned?"
When the Boss did not speak, she replied, "Intimate person is one who is
intimately connected with his or her mate. It means, a close lover, with whom
one does not have any inhibitions. You may talk with your intimate friend
anything and everything without exception. So what you have done in
expressing your feelings is ok."
My Boss had no words to say. He just looked at my wife with baffled widely
open eyes. Then playing with Boss's fingers Dipa asked casually, "Please tell
me what happened exactly? What kind of spat you had with Shikha (Boss's
wife)?"
The Boss's face turned pale hearing his wife's name. He said, "Dipa it is a
long story starting with the time, I was involved with her. I do not care to
hear her name any more. It pains me to talk about her. Her father was a big
investor in my company. Once he invited me to his house and I met his
daughter Shikha. I was a different guy than. I was exuberant, enthusiastic and
bubbling with ideas. She was impressed with my youth and vigor. I was not
particularly impressed with her and did not give her a second look."
Dipa was all ears and looked intensely at the Boss's face to urge him to
continue. The Boss carried on, "She talked to her father and her father
proposed that I should get married to Shikha. Her father had invested heavily
in our company and I wanted to maintain relations with him. That was my
biggest blunder. A daughter of a rich father, she did not care much for me
after the marriage. I tried to take care of her in all possible ways. However,
she had 'My father is so rich' kind of attitude and she cared damn about my
sentiments. She was never my wife in true sense. I did not spare an effort to
make my marriage successful. She did not lose an opportunity to make me
feel small in front of my friends and relatives. I did everything I could but
that wasn't good enough for her."
It looked clearly that my Boss was getting a bit agitated while narrating
unhappy events to my wife. He would certainly not have gone to this extent
opening up his inner most emotions to anyone else. However, my wife's
empathetic, affable and serious intent of listening; made my Boss continue
the story of his miseries.
He said, "Dipa from the first night of the marriage, Shikha started showing
signs of superiority, impatience and indifference to me. She had a premarital
affair and that man started coming to our house in my absence. He would stay
through the day when I was at business and even stayed for a few days, when
I went out of town. She began hating me and avoided or looked down on my
friends, relatives." Boss slipped into depressed tone as he spoke.
Dipa kept nodding her head egging the Boss on. The Boss looked distant as if
seeing his past in front of his eyes. He continued, "She splurged money on
her dress, makeup and ran out of money almost as soon as I gave her. She
would then ring up her father and got money from him. I disliked it and told
her not to ask money from her father. She did not like my advice. She just
cared for money and nothing more."
Dipa interjected sympathetically, "Sir I know when your own behaves..."
The Boss looked at Dipa and cut her short. He said emphatically, "I don't
want such a person as my life partner. She did not care for my sentiments and
slept with that guy who kept, you know, doing her, in my bed when I was
away." My Boss said hesitating as he was speaking. "Dipa I am sorry for my
language."
Dipa held Boss's hand in her hands and said gently, "Please do not keep
saying sorry again and again. I understand. Please do not use subtle words.
Let out all your hurt and deeply buried emotions and say openly what you
want to say Boss. We are all adults. I know what sex is all about and have
had as much sex as anyone else had. So do not feel hesitant and hide behind
subtle and sophisticated words."
Boss looked strangely at Dipa and scolded her, "You called me Boss again?
No Boss, no Sir now. Ok?"
Dipa caught her ear and said, "Sorry Somji. But treat me as an adult person
and not like a delicate typical Indian female. Talk to me like you talk to any
close adult male friend please."
The Boss asked, "Are you sure?"
Dipa nodded her head slightly, maintaining deeply intent look on her face.
Boss continued, "Ok dear. Thanks for being my sincere friend. I was telling
you how that lover guy fucked my slut wife day and night, in my absence."
My Boss looked at my wife's face to be sure that she did not mind the use of
the four letter word. To his relief Dipa was keenly listening to him, without
the slightest trace of awkwardness. He continued after a brief pause, "May be
she found him better in bed. But better is not the right word; because she had
never let me fuck her. She has not seen my dick. How could she decide if he
was better in bed? Anyway, after getting fucked black and blue by that guy,
now she has slapped me with a divorce notice. How I wish I had physically
slapped her first. How I wish I had killed the cat on the first night of our
marriage." The Boss looked quite embarrassed and agitated.
Dipa was deeply in thought hearing the Boss's narration. She asked with
some hesitation, "Somji, has she asked for any alimony or financial
compensation in the divorce notice?"
The Boss shook his head and said, "No. Shikha would never ask for money
from me. That would be demeaning for her. She is too proud to ask for
money. She has simply asked for a divorce."
Dipa held Boss's hands and said, "Boss, sorry, Somji, that is very good. I do
not fully know about your relationship with Shikha. All the same, I suggest
that you do not need to think anymore of her. Believe me Somji, if she is not
asking for any alimony, it is a good riddance. Consider the whole thing as a
wound that you got. It will heal as the time passes and I shall try to make it
heal faster. Dipak and I are with you. Please forget her as soon as possible
and start a new life."
The Boss looked at Dipa and said, Dipa, It is not hard to forget her. However,
I cannot forget the deep hurt."
Dipa squeezed Boss's hand and said, "Somji, your life is more important than
her. It is only better to forget her and the hurt and to move on. I shall try to
help you forget her and her hurt. But for that you will have to come here after
the office. I suggest that after your work at the office, you spend some time
with us and have dinner with us daily. We shall talk about the office and
anything else. You will get over it sooner than you think you can, I assure
you."
I gleefully noted that Dipa had made it a point to put a condition that the Boss
must go to the office before coming to her for dinner, without specifically
asking him to.
Dipa stood up and made the Boss also stand up and said, "Boss, Sorry, I have
so much respect for you that I just cannot avoid calling you sir."
The Boss immediately smiled. For the first time that evening, the Boss
seemed to have smiled instinctively. He stood up holding Dipa's hands in his
and said, "Do not respect me Dipa. I do not like respect from you. Respect is
devoid of love. But love inherently includes respect. We respect our teachers,
nation, President etc. But we love our mom, dad friend, lovers, child etc.
There is a veil of formality between you and the person you respect.
Therefore you always address them with Sir, Mr. Miss Etc. However, the
ones you love expect no formalities. So Dipa, I would like you to stop
respecting me and start loving me if you will. If you do love me, who I think
you do, stop calling me Sir and Boss."
I could see that the Boss indirectly told Dipa that he loves her and that he
would like her to love him. Their talk was getting a bit intimate. I liked the
way the Boss was getting out of his morose state and getting back to his
original self. However, I was afraid of his getting back into despondency,
when he would again be alone. That was a point, I needed to think about.
Dipa covered both her cheeks with her palms in amazement and looking at
the Boss exclaimed with evident surprise, "Somji, God! You are a
philosopher so as per your theory, I love you respectfully Somji!"
Hearing Dipa's words, the Boss eyes sparkled with joy. He said, "No need to
love me respectfully Dipa. Just love me. That's all." The Boss moved
forward, grabbing Dipa by her waist, pulling her close to him. He caught
Dipa hard in his arms and pressed his lips hard on her lips.
Dipa was taken completely by surprise. She looked into the eyes of my Boss
and saw raw hunger in his eyes. She withdrew from the kiss and placed a
finger on Boss's lips. She said, "No Somji, not so soon. You have to make a
promise to me before you express your love."
Boss was taken aback. He looked surprised at Dipa and asked, "Yes sure,
Dipa. Tell me."
Dipa said, "Somji, first and foremost, your company has suffered erosion in
customer confidence, consequently sales have nosedived. The situation has
caused question mark in the minds of the employees and investors. Your
focus has dimmed and needs to be re-centered. A concrete action plan with
timeline is needed. That is the priority of the hour. I want your firm
commitment that you will show me your business plan with time line with the
objective of pulling the company out of the sticky situation that it is in,
immediately."
Boss looked with disbelief at Dipa and said, "Yes but why must you raise this
topic now?"
Dipa looked at Somji with full earnestness and said, "Do you know Somji,
this is no small matter. It means livelihood of 50 persons, who are employees
of your company. I want to be sure that they will keep their jobs and
prosper."
Boss looked straight at Dipa and said, "Yes Dipa you are absolutely right. I
strayed from my responsibilities and allowed my focus to be diverted. I
promise that I shall fully focus on the task and will try hard to forget the past.
I shall prepare the comeback business plan and implement it as soon as
possible."
Dipa smiled at the Boss. She said, "I want it to be done immediately. When I
say immediately, I mean in a day or two at the most."
Boss said, "Yes Boss. You will have the business plan in less than two days"
Dipa smiled. She stretched her hands to take the Boss in her arms. Boss
hugged Dipa hard and placed his lips on her lips. He kissed her hard and
began nibbling Dipa's lower lip.
Dipa kissed him back for just a few seconds. Dipa then pushed his hands
away affectionately and said mischievously so that the Boss would not feel
offended, "There will be plenty of time for that Somji. Don't be in hurry! Be
patient. My hubby, Dipak must be on his way."
I thought that was the right time for my entry. I pressed the bell. Dipa cooed
from inside, "The door is open. Come in."
When I entered, the Boss was seated on the chair near the dining table and
Dipa was placing the food on the dining table. When she raised her eyes to
look at me, her cheeks had turned red and her eyes betrayed her shyness.
Boss's kissing her had inflamed passions inside her. It was the first time
perhaps that anyone other than her husband had kissed her so passionately.
Trying to control her blushes, she asked me nonchalantly, "How come you
were so late?"
I quickly placed Ice cream in the fridge and other things at their appropriate
place and lied, "The store close to us had closed. I had to walk a long
distance." She must have guessed that I was lying, but did not say anything.
I sat by the side of the Boss and carried on routine formal chat. After dinner,
when the Boss rose up to leave, Dipa said, "I shall send your lunch with
Dipak every day. We shall be delighted if in the evening, after office, you
will come and have dinner with us here."
The Boss said, "I would like it very much if both of you come to my house
and stay with me for a few days. I live alone in the big house. I am fed up
with the loneliness. I will feel much happy if you will spend a few days with
me in my house so I will get used to being without my past baggage. I shall
be much obliged. If you agree, we could even go out of town for two or three
days." When the Boss said this, his voice became heavy and he had wetness
in his eyes.
Dipa could not bear to see the Boss getting so emotional. She hugged Boss
and said, "Somji, we shall certainly come and stay with you for some days.
We would love to go out with you as you suggested."
The Boss seemed very happy at the positive response from Dipa. He said,
"That would be very nice Dipa. We could go out for a few days on a holiday.
It would be a change for you both and also for me."
Dipa blurted out inadvertently, "I hope Shikhaji won't change her mind and
return if she hears that we were staying with you."
As soon as she said that, she realized, she had made a blunder; as the Boss's
face darkened. He said, "Dipa, please for God's sake do not mention her name
in front of me ever again. I hate that woman. I feel like I should have blasted
that woman the first time she behaved arrogantly with me, my guests or
relatives. She would have then got subdued or left me that very moment and
things would not have come to this pass. I would have got rid of all this
bitterness and frustration that has gathered all these years inside me."
Dipa looked at me embarrassed. I said, "Leave Shikha alone, Sir." Changing
the subject I said, "Rather than our going and staying in your house, would it
not be better for you to come here and have your dinner and spend some time
with us daily?"
The Boss looked at me gravely. His face showed disappointment at my
reluctance to move into their house. He said, "Dipak you are right. May be it
would be perhaps inconvenient for you to move in with me. However, I feel
it would be a good change for you and Dipa. I shall also have the pleasure of
your company through the day and late evenings. Besides, I shall keep
looking forward to coming to my house. Off late, I have developed revulsion
to this property. Can you not come and stay with me for a few days for my
sake please?"
I was trying to make a counter argument when the Boss looked at Dipa and
said, "We may even go out of town to some hill station in my car and spend
some time in a hotel in Shimla or Mussorie at my expense. You two can have
your second honeymoon and you will not have to spend any money for it.
This is my humble suggestion. The rest is up to you. How can I force you to
accept it?" Boss's face fell when he completed the sentence.
Perhaps my wife realized that it would be better to accept the Boss's
invitation to make him recover faster from his depression. She jumped and
clapped excitedly like a child; who was offered her long time wish. She asked
me enthusiastically, "Dipak, going to hill station without spending money?
Wow! This is a chance of life time. You have never taken me on a
honeymoon trip. If Sir is taking us why not we go dear?"
I looked at my wife sharply and said, "Dipa that would perhaps be the first
time in history where three people went on a honeymoon."
Dipa realized that she had messed up. Trying to repair the damage she said,
"Never mind the Honeymoon; it would be a great fun to go out to hill stations
with you and the Boss."
Trying to prevent the talk from getting argumentative, the Boss concluded by
standing up to leave and said, "There is no hurry. Both of you think and
decide. Tell me tomorrow or the day after, when you make up your mind. I
shall wait."
I stood up, shook Boss's hand and said, "We shall talk about it Boss. It was
wonderful to have you with us."
The Boss addressed me getting into the car; but looking at Dipa through a
corner of his eyes said, "Dipak, I shall see you in the office tomorrow sharp at
9.30 am. Ok?"
I nodded and said, "Yes Boss."
After the Boss left, I felt that my plan seemed to be working. Dipa was able
to convince the Boss that he should start going to the office and attend the
office regularly. Perhaps she had been able to cause a desire in Boss's mind to
live to enjoy the life, once again. This was just a start but a huge development
and a big plus. I did not frankly expect this result so soon. I was in half a
mind to take Dipa in my arms and hug and kiss her. However, I also had a
tint of jealousy. A situation was developing where I might perhaps play
second fiddle to my Boss as far as my wife was concerned. I was really
worried lest my Boss wins over my wife.
I wanted to ask Dipa what happened after I left to buy the ice-cream to check
if she was ready to come clean on her hugs and kisses with my Boss.
However, I shelved the idea. I was worried lest if I showed excessive
inquisitiveness, she may be discouraged from going further; thinking that I
did not like her getting closer to my Boss.
I did not mind Dipa's getting closer to my Boss; if she could get the Boss to
return to his original self. I was prepared to take the chances. It was a small
price to pay. I knew my wife. I knew that if she got a bit closer to my Boss,
that would not cause any turmoil in our life and that she would manage both
relationships well. She would certainly remain loyal to me. But the question
was, was I 100% sure? Well I was almost 100% sure. But then it was almost
100%, which is not exactly 100%. But then what other choice did I have?
Having seen this ray of hope, I had to try hard to make it work, if possible. I
had practically no other option. I could not afford to vacillate. On the other
side of the coin, our entire life was getting doomed. If the Boss did not get
out of his depression not only I, but the entire office staff would be jobless
before we knew it.
Besides, if my wife decided to venture ahead in the amorous adventure with
the Boss, it would not just be because of her strong desire to express her
gratitude for what the Boss had done for her father at a very critical time in
her father's life. It would also fulfill my dream of seeing my wife getting
fucked by another man. That cuckold in me was surfacing in my heart.
I could see miraculous change in my Boss's attitude just after a few minutes
of his chat with Dipa. If Dipa and the Boss's meetings continued and if they
moved closer, I saw a strong possibility of Boss's getting back to normal. I
decided I would go ahead with my plan. Better be slighted than destroyed.
Obviously the topic of Boss's visit cropped up that night in bed. Dipa was
quite cheesed off at me. She said, "Dipak, you should have refrained from
offering your wisecracks on going on honeymoon. You should have left the
work of getting your Boss back to his original self to me. You have to
support me, or I shall not get involved in this. Is that clear?"
I was taken aback by her brash challenge. I said in a subdued defensive voice,
"I am sorry darling. It was just a spur of the moment off the cuff comment. I
did not mean anything. I shall now be more careful. I shall not interfere in
your plans. I have full trust in you and shall go along with you whatever you
decide to do."
Dipa said, "You better. Look hubby! If you really want me to set things right
the way you want, then you need to be ready that you may have to face a lot
more embarrassment than what you may be ready for. I don't know. You may
have to chew more than you can bite. I shall have to get a lot closer to your
Boss, than perhaps you may be willing to let me. Remember, I shall do it
only because I am indebted to your Boss and also because you need me to get
your Boss back in business. I think that we both feel that this is perhaps the
only way. If you have the slightest reservation or any other suggestion on my
line of thinking at all, tell me now."
I withdrew instantly. I knew she was right. I said, "Darling, I have no
hesitation at all. I know whatever you will do, will be in the best interest of
all. I shall not flinch nor hesitate. So go ahead without any further thought. I
am ready for whatever happens. I won't see and I won't speak."
She pulled me in her arms obviously happy at my surrender and said, "You
are such a darling. Look, you know how things are. I have thought over the
things long and hard. You and I both know that just giving pep talk to Boss,
is not going to work. Your lonely Boss needs a female as a soul mate with
whom he feels close. At present as you know, that female happens to be only
me. Do you get it?"
She looked at me pointedly. I did not want her to think however that I was
unsure. I steadied myself and sat upright trying to bring as much conviction
in my voice as I could and said, "Honey, that indeed was and is my idea."
She seemed satisfied and yet continued her lone of argument. She said, "If
you want me to bring him back to his original self, I have not just to get
intimately close to him but, I will have to first push that woman, his ex out of
his mind. He does not love her but he hates her as hell. Hatred is as
dangerous as love, perhaps more. I have to get emotionally involved with
him. You may see me doing things that you may not have anticipated and
may not enjoy. You may have to share me fully with him. This may cause
you heart burns."
Again she stopped. She directly looked at me for an answer. I had to
convince her that I was with her all the way. I said, "Honey, I know what you
mean. I am your hubby. I know if something like what should happen is to
happen, then it is better I don't see it. I assure you that I won't see it and if I
do I won't notice it."
I must have sounded very affirmative, because my wife seemed to have felt
relaxed. She said, "If you won't see, its better. But if you see, just look the
other way. Don't think, feel or speak anything. Now onward, whatever
happens, will be for good. I'll make sure that your Boss is back in business.
Well you know, I have to do a lot for that and you better stay away from all
that will happen from now. I have to repay my debt to your Boss, and repay I
shall; now that I have the opportunity. At the same time, you can count on
me. I shall always be by your side also darling."
I knew what she meant. Even if I didn't, it didn't matter to me. I had complete
trust in her. She knew what she was doing. I had to do exactly what she told
me. I was more than ready for that. I just said one thing. I said, "Darling, if
you don't mind, I would slightly modify your statement. I would love to see
what happens. But I promise, I shall not notice, think or say anything."
Dipa could not suppress her smile at my submission and said, "You bloody
jealous man! You want to have the bread and eat it also."
She shook her head in frustration and said, "I will never understand men!
They want to retain their ownership and yet want their wives to get fucked by
others!"
I made sure that I looked as innocent as I could. Looking at my face and
relenting a little, she said, "Ok. I can't promise you that I will let you see all;
but I shall try. Let's see what happens."
That was good enough for me. I knew she would do what she promised. She
always did. I suspected that she was getting ready for seduction. Either she
was going to be seduced by my Boss or was going to seduce him. From the
way he stared at her boobs, curvaceous waist, ass and all over her body; God!
I knew how my Boss was eager to be seduced. I could see that. I also knew
that if need arose, she was quite capable of keeping the Boss in check. She
knew how to ignite passion in men and also how to keep that fire under
control.
It was not only just for the office revival and revival of our business that
excited me. It was the damn perverted voyeur in me that excited me more
than that. The very idea of my wife Dipa being seduced ignited my flame of
passion. I had a real hard on just thinking about it.
Our talk relaxed both me and my wife Dipa. She stretched under the covers
of the quilt and pulling me in her arms she said, "Do you know what your
Boss did after you left to get the ice-cream?"
When I heard my wife say it, I wondered if she saw me peeping on them.
I looked at her inquisitively, without saying anything. She said, "Your Boss
flirted with me. He told me all about his married life and the divorce with that
bitch. When I sympathized, he pulled me in his arms and kissed me. I pushed
him off, but you can say, he is romantic! After I pushed him off saying that
you might be coming back, he started apologizing."
I did not tell her that I saw it all and more. I said, "Why did you have to drag
me in between?"
She smiled, but kept quiet. I thought I must push the envelope. I asked, "Why
not we accept his invitation to go and stay with him at his house for a few
days? That will give you the opportunity to talk to the Boss more and alone in
a quiet and more ambient environment."
Dipa looked at me suspecting that I was trying to test her. She asked me, "Are
you really serious? Of course, that will eliminate his loneliness at home and
make him far more relaxed quickly." Then suddenly she asked, "But what
will your office staff say?"
I said with a strong resolute face, "I am dead serious. Come to think of it, I
think that is a damn good idea. And as far as the office staff is concerned,
firstly why should they know? And even if they did, what does it matter? If
the Boss starts attending to the office and if he is back to his normal self, they
would like nothing more than that. They wouldn't even mind if we stayed
with the Boss forever, as long as their interests are served."
Dipa was obviously delighted at my concurrence. I thought of pulling my
wife's leg a little. I said, "But honey, if at all we go on a honeymoon trip as
you suggested, I hope you will not stop me from fucking you."
Dipa looked at me quizzically and asked, "Why should I stop you when we
are on a honeymoon, or even otherwise? If the Boss will be there, he would
naturally be in a different room."
Then stopping for a while she asked me, "I hope you are not thinking that you
will fuck me in the presence of your Boss?"
I was a bit taken aback, although, I was perhaps thinking of the same thing in
my mind. I hurriedly said, "No, not that; but I was wondering if it would be
right to keep the Boss in a different room, while we are enjoying."
Dipa was thoughtful for a while. She said, "You have a point there. Let us
see. We cannot keep the Boss in our room while we are having sex and at the
same time, we cannot keep him shaking his cock hanging out in another room
while we are enjoying. You think and tell me what we can do.

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I grabbed my wife in my arms and hugged her and said, "Please don't ask me
what to do. You are the master of the situation and have to decide what to do.
Whatever you decide, I will blindly and unhesitatingly accept it."
My wife raised her face and kissed me hard saying, "That is like my good
hubby. Don't worry; I will handle your Boss now. Now you have decided to
give me a free hand. You will see that not only he runs your company as well
as earlier, but will be far more on the job than before. But yes, when we are
close together, you simply have to keep away from us. I need to fill the gap
that his wife has left behind. Are you ready for that?"
I laughed at my wife and said, "I am the one who is asking you to do all this.
How can I not be ready? Besides, it is a question of our survival. I also agree
that you have to do whatever, anything and everything to make Boss back in
business. I am with you on that all the way."
Dipa was excited hearing me say that. I knew she was quite enamored by my
Boss. Perhaps in her mind, she always wanted to fuck my Boss. She saw
killing four birds with one stroke. Firstly this gave her an opportunity to
fulfill her sinful desire. Secondly, this allowed her an opportunity to make it
look like a great sacrifice for her hubby. Thirdly, she could repay the
obligation of the Boss in kind and finally her hubby would get the incentives
and clear all loans etc.
She was really thrilled at the development. She was consumed with lust and
sex. She made me mount her. She held my cock in her hand and shaking it
she said, "Your talk has made me horny. Come on harden up and fuck me
baby. Fuck me hard tonight."
I teased her by saying, "Even after fucking you every night for so many
years, I am still not able to resist fucking you baby when I see you close. Just
imagine what my Boss's condition must have been, when he saw you so
closely today. He is crazy for you honey. I don't think he will ever be able to
resist you."
Dipa looked at me with those hungry eyes, that I was not accustomed to
seeing for some years. She said, "Don't make me hornier. I am horny already.
If I had not stopped him darling, something would have happened on the
dining table tonight."
My cock jumped up hearing my wife say that. I realized that I was fast
becoming a bloody cuckold. I was not just getting excited at the possibility of
my wife getting fucked by my Boss; I wanted to see the same happening right
in front of my eyes.
I undressed Dipa and held one of her globes in my palm. Shuffling her breast,
I said, "Darling, I wish you had not stopped him."
Surprisingly my wife Dipa did not get annoyed at my comment. She looked
at me with amazement inscribed on her face. She asked, "Are you so keen to
let that happen honey? What kind of man are you?"
I said, "Better to accept the inevitable." Then inserting my hand between her
thighs, I said, "Let me do what my Boss could not do today."
Shuffling on the bed ignited by fingering her pussy lips, she said, "Who is
stopping you honey. I am on fire already. Fuck me honey."
I however, decided to continue with the finger torture. I kept playing with her
pussy lips and with her most sensitive corn of her pussy lips. I knew her Gspot that drove her mad when she was sexually excited. It was obvious that I
was simply setting a match on the heap of dry wood that was already soaked
with petrol of Boss's flings and thoughts of possibility of further adventures
with him.
She kept shuffling on the bed, raising and dropping her buttocks on bed
repeatedly, as I fingered her pussy and kept manipulating her sensitive pussy
area. Her pussy was releasing her juices liberally making her bed wet
gradually. Her moaning kept becoming louder as I kept fingering her. She
began scratching my back in ecstasy.
Whenever I had to make her ready for sex, I used this formula. However that
night she was the one who wanted the fuck. I was just trying to pull her to the
greatest height of sensual ecstasy. She was quite high already. She was in fact
going berserk with my manipulation of her pussy exterior and interior.
She kept repeating, "Dipak fuck me please, not with your fingers, push your
hard cock into my waiting pussy. I am going crazy. Please, stop fingering it.
Aaahhhh...:
The way she was shuffling and grinding her ass on the bed, I knew she would
have orgasm any minute. And loll! She had a massive orgasm as I kept
pumping my finger into her pussy. I removed my finger while she
experienced an exciting pulsating orgasm. But she was restless and did not
stop at this. She closed in on me and signaled me to fuck her. At that time she
was focused on her pussy and the waves of ecstasy she was experiencing and
perhaps the possibility of fucking my charming handsome and hefty Boss.
She had all the reasons to fuck my Boss. First was the obligation he had done
on her by extending the financial help without any delay and without asking
any question or getting any papers signed when her family was in dire need.
Secondly to get rid of the possibility of our income drying up and I becoming
jobless and thirdly the possibility of having Boss's cock inside her pussy, for
which perhaps she was dreaming for a very long time and finally got the
opportunity of fulfilling her dream without having to feel slighted.
I knew all of that. But I also knew that because of the inherent age old culture
ingrained in Indian female's mind about keeping things relating to sex as
something not to be discussed, our females do not express their desire openly
and need quite a lot of goading to be sexually active. I wanted her to throw all
inhibitions to the wind that night and cry out her sexual desire and perhaps
admit that she wanted to be fucked by my Boss. I therefore decided to tease
her a bit more.
I made her lie with her ass resting on the edge of the bed and hang her lovely
legs down with her pussy clearly open between her well spread out thighs. I
inserted my mouth between her thighs and extended my tongue to probe and
tickle the sensitive areas of her pussy lips. I knew she went berserk when her
labia and clitoris were rubbed and probed by a tongue. Dipa started moaning.
Soon her moan turned into a howl.
It was too much for her to bear. She was already far too horny to be able to
bear all of my machinations on her sensitive areas. She kept twisting and
turning on bed making strange sounds. Repeatedly calling me with sweet and
slang names; asking me to fuck her. I felt a surge of her warm juices flowing
out of her pussy into my mouth. I had to gulp the bitter tasteless juice. That
betrayed her excitement, not that she was any way discreet about doing so.
She was going to have another orgasm, the way she was moving on the bed
and rattling out her loud moans. This was not a common sight during our
usual love making. When I kept on probing the depth of her labia and clitoris,
she gave out"Oomph..." and had a big orgasm. I was also tired. My tongue
felt a bit stretched out too.
I kissed her pussy and rose on my feet and straightened her on the bed. I
climbed on her and completely enveloped her in my arms, thrusting my hard
rod deeply in her wet pussy. It was like a big python straddling a tiny prey.
She was barely in a position to speak or do anything except shuffling on bed
and making inaudible sounds through momentary leaking words through a
pinhole size opening between our sealed lips locked in a passionate kiss.
I began thumping her pussy with my cock with fierce intensity. While I
pumped her I kept saying, "Baby, just think that it is not I fucking you. It is
someone else and I am watching you getting fucked by him. Both I and she
knew who the "someone else" I was referring to. I sucked on her generous
firm breasts and bit and chewed her nipples in frenzy. She would cry out
cursing me for hurting her when I bit or chewed her nipples. She would
simultaneously push her heaps up to make me go deeper into her gulping
pussy.
She would not leave an opportunity to further pep me up by playing
artistically with my testicle. Experienced women know how to drive their
men crazy and make them fuck harder by playing with their testicles. My
wife was an expert in the art of masturbating and testicle handling.
That night I fucked her like I had done not many times before. She orgasmed
twice and I lasted for close to ten minutes. But it was a fuck to remember.
She was moaning and demanding more and more. She jumped on top of me
when she orgasmed first and fucked me like she had a big cock and I was a
pussy waiting for the rod to keep ramming inside me. During the intercourse,
whenever I spoke about the Boss, she got pumped up so much more and
fucked me with twice the vigor. I suspected that she was fucking the Boss
and not me.
When we finally cooled down in bed and recovered from exhaustion of hectic
love making, I said, "Darling I am dying to see you at your peak of fucking,
working your magic on the Boss, like you did to me just now. I know you
will drain him of the last drop of his virility. Please don't junk me from seeing
you and him together in those beautiful moments."
She looked at me with consternation and murmured, 'Baby, how can you be
there? Your Boss hesitates even to hold my hand in front of you. Besides, I
also feel awkward even showing my basic affection to your Boss in your
presence. If you really want that I should get that close to him, you can't be
there."
I was happy that we both accepted and agreed that I wanted her to get fucked
by my Boss and that she was ready to do so.
I said despondently, clinging to her like a child and smooching her all over, "I
don't know all that honey. I won't let you leave me baby. I just want to see it.
I promised that I won't feel, think or say anything. I promise you, I won't.
You are the mastermind of all this. You have to see how you can make this
work."
My wife gesticulated pulling her hair and said in mock frustration, "My
hubby, you are an obstinate dumbo yaar. I don't know how to deal with you.
You don't understand that your Boss becomes a through gentleman with me,
the moment you are before him." Then looking at me with amused eyes, she
relented, "Alright let me see how I can pull this off."
I happily went off to sleep, leaving her wondering how she would be able to
meet my stubbornness with the Boss's reluctance to make any romantic
advances on her in my presence.
The next day, I informed the Boss that Dipa and I were ready to come and
stay with him for a few days from Friday evening onward. The Boss
pretended as if he knew what I was about to say. However, his reaction was
magical. He asked me to come to the conference room for staff meeting at 11
am that morning with all the staff members.
When I communicated the Boss's message, I had never seen earlier my
colleagues feeling happier on receiving a call for the meeting as on that day.
Earlier, whenever there was a call from the Boss for the meeting, my
colleagues got worked up in panic. They would start hurriedly preparing with
figures of their achievements and find the reasons for shortfall in their targets.
But that day the usual panic was replaced by enthusiasm and wonder at the
sudden change from despondence to optimism.
Some colleagues who had some idea about my meeting the previous evening
with the Boss asked me how the happy turn around in the situation came
about. I simply raised my index finger upward and said, "It is all the miracle
form the top (heavens)". Nobody bothered to see the picture of my wife
hanging behind me closer to the ceiling.
That day and days after that until the time for Boss to come and pick us up
arrived, things started to get back to normal. The Boss started attending the
office daily. He made it a point to come to our house after the office and
spent the evening with us. Dipa eagerly waited for us to return from the office
and would receive the Boss with a very welcome smile and a sometimes a
close hug.
In our house, after arrival, for the next one hour, Dipa and the Boss would be
lost in deep conversation which mostly centered around business and office
matters. My Boss carefully heard what Dipa said and even made notes of
some of her suggestions as if they were very important. I thought he was
doing so to please my wife. He even commented or argued on some
suggestions to my amusement. I was not greatly involved or eager to join
them and quietly slipped out.
I must admit that I watched them from behind a curtain or door cracks some
times, hoping to see some romantic action. However, barring extended
holding of hands and occasional close hugs, nothing substantial happened,
except once when I caught the Boss grabbing my wife in his arms. He
hurriedly planted a clumsy kiss on her lips and ruffled her breasts, while Dipa
made some feeble attempts laughing and feigning fright trying to relieve
herself from the Boss's clutches saying, "What are you doing Somji, Dipak
may be around."
Mention of my name left the Boss crestfallen. Looking at the Boss's
depressed face, Dipa muttered something in Boss's ears with a peck on his
lips. Boss's face brightened up. He asked Dipa, "Are you sure?" to which
Dipa nodded her face to confirm that yes she was.
I would give anything to know what the Boss asked and what my wife
confirmed. I guessed that it was perhaps a promise that when they would
reach Boss's home, Dipa would let Boss have his way with her. But I was not
sure and I did not dare ask my wife, lest she felt offended that I was spying
on her.
Friday evening arrived soon. The Boss came with his bigger car to fetch us.
Dipa was ready with quite a few of her things duly packed and ready. I was
particularly surprised that she carried some extra makeup materials, as if she
was going to participate in a drama. I did ask her why the extra makeup
materials. She looked sternly at me and did not respond. I thought it wise not
to probe further.
Dipa made tea for the Boss before getting into the car. As Boss sipped tea
Boss sad, "Servant is on leave today. Dipa will have to cook something for us
today evening.
Dipa said, "That is not a problem. Somji, I am ready to come to your house
but on one condition."
The Boss looked at Dipa puzzled. Dipa said, "I hate disorder and unclean
house. You have a lovely house, but the last time I saw it, it was in awful
condition. Your servants are not keeping the house in order. As you say your
servant is also not there today. So the first thing I would like to do after I
enter your house is to clean up the entire house. You may be my hubby's
Boss in the office, but I would like you to work with me to clean up the house
with your own hands. Is that agreed?"
I was about to protest, when Dipa interrupted looking at me waving her hand
and saying, "No, this is a non negotiable condition. No Boss business here. In
our house we are all workers." I looked at the Boss helplessly.
The Boss looked at Dipa respectfully and said, "This is what I like the most
about you, Dipa. No haggling. You want what you want and you will get it;
period." Then smiling, he caught my wife's hands and said, "Yes ma'm. I
accept your condition. I shall personally be with you cleaning the house. No
Boss business."
Dipa smiled back and said, "Let us go then."
When we reached Boss's house, the Boss asked us to stop at the main
entrance door. He opened the door and stepped in. Just by the side of the
door, there were some flower garlands, vermilion, holy red thread, a cotton
wick lamp saturated with ghee placed neatly in a stainless steel plate. The
Boss had planned all this before he came to pick us up.
The Boss said, "Normally this welcome Puja should be done by the lady of
the house. But please accept my apologies, that I have no lady of the house to
welcome you. So I am doing this to welcome you."
The Boss then lighted the lamp with a matchstick and taking the plate in his
hands did arati (rotating the lamp around the face) of Dipa and me. He then
applied tilak with vermilion on our foreheads and garlanded both of us.
Dipa quickly took another garland and garlanded my Boss and said, "Now I
am the lady of this house; at least for some days. In that capacity, I welcome
both my men in the house." Saying this she garlanded the Boss first and then
me to welcome us in. she then hugged my Boss rather intimately and then me
to welcome us both in.
As soon as we entered Boss's house, Dipa asked the Boss, "Please give Dipak
some money to go and get some groceries for the next few days." I was
surprised to find a dominating tone the way she spoke to my Boss. I saw an
expression of happiness on Boss's face hearing the ordering tone of my wife.
Dipa pulled out a paper from her bag in which was neatly written a list of
grocery items to buy from the market. She placed it in my hands. The Boss
pulled out some currency notes from his pocket and giving them to me he
said, "This should suffice I think."
I stood there waiting for Dipa to give me more instructions. However, by the
time I put the money in my pocket, she disappeared inside the house with her
suitcase to change. She came out soon enough wearing a really small short
and a loose top with nothing underneath; as I could guess.
My Boss looked bewildered at the speed with which she rushed in and came
out, having changed completely from a normal outfit into a working outfit.
She looked at the Boss sarcastically and asked, "What are you looking at? Go
inside and change. We have to start the cleaning work. I am waiting."
She looked at me standing at the door with the list and the money in my hand
and snubbed me like a college teacher, "Oh God! Are you still here? Why
don't you run down to the store and buy things I want? It will take you a good
one hour or more to finish. It is dark already. It will take me 45 minutes to
cook, after you return with the groceries. Don't tell me then that you are
hungry."
Like an obedient child, I quickly went out. I went a little distance and walked
back. I could not control my urge to see what happens between my Boss and
my wife, after I left. I hid behind the door to see how things were going after
I left them.
The Boss returned quite quickly too, wearing a boxer with nothing to cover
his hairy chest. He had a broom, and a mechanical swab. Dipa was looking at
the paintings displayed on the wall waiting for the Boss to return. She was
engrossed in closely inspecting one of the paintings when the Boss came
from behind and grabbed her in his arms from behind and pulled her close to
him. I was sure Boss's cock must have been rock hard poking into my wife's
lovely ass just hidden behind the denim.
The Boss's hands clasped her breasts over the top and squeezed them so hard
that Dipa cried out in pain, "Come on Somji; stop it. It is hurting. There is so
much work to be done. You can't do this and distract my attention. Come on
don't run away from hard work."
Somji withdrew and said, "I shall do whatever you say, but do let me play
with you a little. Soon you are going to make me sweep and swab the floors.
Please?