Indian MILF is concerned about her boss' pursuit.

[Zigspr]

I am busy putting away files in the office where I work as a secretary while my boss, Chetan, is busy wrapping up his meeting at the end of the day and bidding farewell to his clients. One of the men, Monril, smiles at me and says, "Have a good weekend, Vidya." I respond in kind and continue my work.
Chetan closes the door and walks over to me, pleased at how the meeting had gone. "We did well today, Vidya. Thank you for all you did to help."
It was my pleasure, Chetan." I reply. I always feel uncomfortable using his first name, but he has long insisted that I do so, saying that he does not like to be called "Mister". So I comply with his request. He is the boss after all.
One of the files slips out of my hand and falls on the desk. Chetan reaches for it just as I do. His hand lands atop mine as I grab it. I notice that it lingers on my hand just a little too long before he pulls it away. As I turn away his left elbow softly rubs against my right breast. I step away, hoping that he did not notice anything but the feel of my saree. I see his dark eyes linger on my breasts and nearly blush at the thought of him realizing that he had touched me there.
I have been married to my husband, Gopal, for 18 years. We married when I was 18 and he was 22, and in my entire 36 years he has been the only man to caress my flesh, or even to see me naked. I assume that Chetan's touch was completely accidental.
We finish up and leave. Chetan walks outside with me. "See you tomorrow." I tell him as I begin walking away.
"Tomorrow indeed," he says. Then as I am walking away he follows up with, "I hate to see you leave but I love to watch you go."
I turn around, confused by the statement. He just smiles and continued watching me as I leave. I then wonder if he is referring to my ass. My husband always tells me that I have a great ass, but in my traditional Indian attire I assume that my 38-26-36 body is not that noticeable to reveal my butt that way. I pause, lingering at my reflection in a storefront window outside, and realize that perhaps it is easy to see my shape in this particular outfit. Perhaps I better wear a loser one in the future. Still, I can't really believe that Chetan really meant that.
I dare not say anything to my husband. No need in making him feel uncomfortable with this, especially since I'm certain that nothing was meant by it. Still, I have noticed that Chetan has been acting a little different lately. I have observed him staring at me in the office often. And he has made a few other comments that, individually may be innocent, but collectively they make me wonder what might be going through his mind. He is a married man and has said nothing to imply that he is not happy and satisfied with his relationship. And he knows just how loyal I am to Gopal.
The next day I planned to say something to him about it. But of course I am just too shy, so I do not dare to bring the subject up to him. Instead I just act like nothing has happened.
Then at noon he was picking up a document from me and said, "you are pretty firm still at your age."
When I looked at his quizzically he added, "I could feel how firm you are when I bumped up against you last night."
Instinctively I crossed my arms, covering my C-cup breasts as he smiled, unable to gather up the nerve to say anything.
"You know, I would love to have a chance to see just how they feel." He said.
"Please don't joke with me like that." I told him.
Chetan grinned and walked back to his office. But I swear it looked as if he was rubbing his crotch with his right hand as he did so. I caught myself wondering if he had an erection, then quickly dismissed that thought. Why would I even care about such a thing. The only penis I am concerned about is my husband's.
I have seen other penises on video. My husband introduced me to porn, and we sometimes watched it together. But while I found it erotic with Gopal, I was not interested in watching it on my own. I was satisfied with my husbands 7-inch Penis. I admit it was difficult for me at first. Being a virgin on our wedding night I was not ready for sex when it happened. It was uncomfortable and actually took me almost a week before he was able to penetrate me fully for the entire duration of our sexual experience. It was pleasurable, but it did hurt. But soon I was able to take him with ease. I have never even thought about having sex with another man.
Sure Chetan is attractive. He is tall, handsome, and only a year older than me. But I have no desire for him. But I am becoming concerned that he may be having some inappropriate desires towards me. I decide that I need to be careful.
Things went about the same the rest of the week. Little double entendres here and there, and a casual touch on my arm or shoulder. Nothing too far, but it was still happening more and more often. Then, as we are wrapping up on Friday night he steps behind my chair and tells me how good a week it has been. Before I know what is happening he has his hands on my shoulders and is giving my neck and shoulders a massage. It feels so good and relaxing that I momentarily forget what is happening and enjoy the moment. Then it hits me and I quickly stand up.
"I need to leave." I tell him and make my way to the door. It doesn't help that as I head outside I realize that my panties are moist. How could I have responded in that way. I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Fortunately, Gopal is horny tonight and we make love, and I almost forget Chetan's hands rubbing me... almost.
Monday has gone by without anything out of the ordinary, much to my delight as I have been apprehensive throughout the day. Chetan has continued to look at me intensely at times, but has not said or done anything to make me feel uncomfortable. After lunch we received a large number of packages for an upcoming project. After the courier left I decide to move them into one of the back rooms. There are others in the office today, but the boxes are light so I don't see any need to ask for help. I stack them and then pick them up, realizing that they go over my head and might topple over before I get to the back. Chetan sees me and comes across the room.
"Let me help you with those, Vidya." He says.

[Wasifahim]

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[Zigspr]

While they are light, this is awkward so I am grateful for the help. Chetan reaches his hands around the boxes about midway up. As his hands move behind the boxes, between them and my body, both of his hands rub against my breast. I feel his right hand cupping my left breast in the process. It is all I can do not to jump and cry out in embarrassment as his hand closes slightly under my breast, tenderly groping it for just a moment. His thumb slides across my nipple. Even through my bra the touch causes my sensitive nipple to begin to harden. Then he quickly pulls both hands forward, taking hold of the upper half of the boxes and lifts them up.

I feel my face blushing as I back up two steps, watching him move towards the back room. Chetan acts as if nothing has happened. Surely he must realize that he has just fondled me. I expect some reaction from him, but get nothing. I dare not say anything for fear of letting the others in the room know what has just happened. I pull myself together and follow behind him. Perhaps he really does not know what he just did. Maybe it was all just an accident. I feel my nipples tingling as my flesh responded involuntarily to the stimulation. It bothers me that I was just touched in such a way by another man. This is worse than when he brushed against my breast the other day. But I am truly wondering if he knows what he did at all. Perhaps he is ignorant of what happened. Or perhaps he realizes what he did and is just as embarrassed as I am about it. Or, perhaps, Chetan saw an opportunity and took advantage of it to get a cheap feel at my expense.

"Oh well." I mumble as I do my best to shake it off. We put the boxes on the shelf in the back room and return to the main office. I notice Chetan's eyes lingering on my bosom. I glance down and see the slightest impression of my hardened nipples through the material of my saree. In reality it is probably not visible to others, but it feels like they are poking through on display to me. I quickly cross my arms and turn to walk away. The slight grin on his face makes me certain that he knows what happened, and most likely took pleasure in it, even if it was an accident. I hurry back to my station and begin working in order to get this off my mind.

After everyone leaves I remind Chetan that I will be working from home tomorrow. He smiles and says that he remembered, and that he will contact me if he needs me for anything.

I grab my handbag and say goodnight.

"Goodnight, Vidya," he replies, "and thanks for everything."

His smile and the way he exaggerated the word "everything" makes me blush again. I know that he must be referring to groping my breast.

Seeing my confused look he says, "I would say I'm sorry about what happened earlier, but I'm happy it happened."

I blush again. I open my mouth but can't form any words. Chetan is telling me that--accident or not--he took pleasure in fondling me. I need to leave before he says anything else that might make this more awkward, if that is even possible.

He opens his mouth to speak again, but I cut him off. "Goodnight, I need to catch my ride home."

I turn and rush out the door. As I head outside I recall the feeling of his hands on my breasts, and his right hand softly fondling my left one. I shake my head to clear my thoughts. I am thankful that I will be working from home tomorrow so I can avoid seeing Chetan for at least a day. That should give me time to gather my thoughts to see what I should do. The only thing I know for certain is that I dare not say anything about it, especially not to Gopal.

The next morning I am working from home. With Gopal gone for the day, and my Son off at his hostel there is no one to disturb me while I work. About an hour later the doorbell rings. I open the door and find Chetan standing there. "I have another file that I need you to work on." He tells me.

I take the file and he just stands there.

"Can I come in for a minute?" He asks.

I want to say no, but dutifully I smile and let him inside. I am happy that I have put on my saree today and am not working in my casual attire.

Chetan begins talking to me, but I cannot look him in the eyes. All I can think of his his hand cupping my breast yesterday and his comments afterwards.

I offer him a cup of tea and he accepts it. I I hand him the cup he gently brushes my hand with his fingers. "You look very pretty today, Vidya." He tells me.

"Thank you." I reply, moving away from him.

"I need to talk to you about last night." He says.

"What about it?" I ask, trying to act ignorant of what he is getting at.

"I hope I did not upset you when I accidentally grabbed your boobs."

I want to object to his use of the word 'accidental' as I am more convinced that he did it on purpose.

"I didn't notice it." I lied.

Chetan smiled, "It is okay, I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I did enjoy it."

Oh dear, I do not want to have this conversation. I am thinking to myself. I cannot be talking to my boss about this.

"Did you enjoy me touching you that way?" He asks me.

"No." I answer.

"But I thought you did not notice anything" He accused.

I don't know what to say to him.

Chetan continues, " know that you must be interested, after all, you have done nothing to dissuade me from making advances on you last week. And you invited me into your home with no one here."

"I am not interested in you, Chetan." I tell him.

"Just relax." He tells me, leading me to the couch. He sits me down and slowly raises his right hand to cup my left breast.

"Please don't" I tell him, but I am too nervous to push him away. Chetan takes that as encouragement and brings his left hand up. Now he is fondling both of my breasts. I am frightened, but at the same time it feels good. I feel a tingling between my legs, but tell him to stop. Chetan ignores me and begins disrobing me.

"No, you cannot do this." I insist, "I have only had sex with Gopal. No other man has even looked upon me naked."

"I will not have sex with you," Chetan tells me, "I just want to see those firm tits."

I do not want to do this, but suddenly say, "Very well, but that is all."

What the hell am I saying? I think to myself.

Chetan undoes my blouse and my bra covered breasts are exposed to him. Then he pulls the bra up and over them. Now he is playing with my breasts and softly pinching my nipples.

"Oh my, look how big they are getting." He comments as my nipples grow to nearly an inch in length. I blush in shame as my body responds to his touch. I cannot believe that I am allowing him to do this,

I close my eyes as he continues to fondle my breasts. It feels like forever before I open them, only to discover that at some point he had pulled one hand away and unfastened his pants. I see his circumcised penis beginning to grow erect in front of me. Gopal is uncircumcised. I have seen circumcised men in porn, but never in real life. It grows harder as he fondles me. My eyes can't pull away from it, he is slightly shorter than Gopal, who is 7-inches when hard, but he is a good inch thicker in girth.

"Please put that away." I tell him.

"Just relax and enjoy this." He tells me.

"No, I cannot. I am a married woman." I remind him.

"And I am a married man. Don't worry, we are just playing, I will not go too far."

I stand up, attempting to move away from him, but he moves quickly and begins removing my clothing. Before I know what is going on I am standing there with my saree around my ankles, my blouse on the floor, and wearing just my panties and my bra still hiked over my breasts. Chetan lowers his right hand and rubs between my legs. I jump with a start as his fingers caress my pussy lips through the thin material. "Please, do not do this."

Chetan gently pushes me back down onto the couch.

"I cannot have sex with you." I object.

"I told you that I will not go that far." He says, as he begins rubbing between my legs again. "I will not go any farther than you let me."

Before I can protest again he leans forward and begins kissing me. I want to pull away, but I quickly discover that Chetan is a very good kisser. Soon his tongue finds its way into my mouth and I instinctively begin responding as his fingers continue to caress my pussy.

"I can feel your panties getting wet." He says when he pulls away. Then he lowers his head and begins licking and sucking my left nipple.

"No, stop." I say, but I do nothing to push him away. My nipples are so hard and sensitive. His tongue feels so good on it, while his left hand begins caressing my right nipple and his right hand continues massaging my pussy.

"We should not be doing this." I say, but he is not listening.

Chetan's left hand grabs my right hand and moves it. Suddenly I feel his thick dick against my hand. I try to pull away, but he holds it tight. "Grab me he says."

It is one thing to have him doing this to me. But for me to play with him is something altogether different. I pull away twice more but he continues to hold my hand tightly, then I give in and wrap my fingers around his swollen shaft. I begin stroking him softly.

"Just this, nothing more." I insist. As wrong as this is, perhaps if I make him cum this way he will stop and leave me alone. Although, as much as I hate to admit it, what he is doing to me feels so good. It is so very wrong, but my body is enjoying it.

I spasm when I feel his hand slip under my panties. He begins running his finger through my well trimmed black bush, then slowly down my slit.

"No, you cannot penetrate me." I tell him.

"Just let me play with your clit." He says.

His finger begins rubbing my swollen clit. Oh my god this feels good. I cannot believe that I am allowing this to happen. Am I really going to let him rub me to orgasm while I stroke his dick until he cums in my hand?

I close my eyes, thinking that if I don't open then then perhaps I can pretend this is all a dream. I feel Chetan's hands pull away, only to have them touch the side of my hips as he begins to slide my panties down. "No.", I object, jerking my hands to cover my now exposed pussy as he pulls my panties down my slender legs until he pulls them over my feet.

"Let me see your pussy." He says. As he pulls my hands away. I blush more as his eyes gaze upon my well trimmed pussy. "Oh, that is so nice." He compliments me.

"I can't believe that you are doing this to me." I protest, unsure of how to react as my boss becomes only the second man, other than a doctor, ever to see my pussy.

He holds my hands to my side and lowers his face between my legs. "Oh my god, don't lick me!"I cry out as his mouth touches my wet lips. His tongue begins licking up and down my slit before he rises up and focuses on my throbbing clit.

"Oh god, no..." I say as he continued to lick me. My mind is spinning from all the emotions as Chetan expertly stimulates my clit. I want him to stop, but at the same time I need him to continue because it feels so good and so forbidden at the same time.

"We cannot be doing this." I say over and over again.

Chetan pauses long enough to say, "Just let me do this until you orgasm for me, Vidya. Then I will stop everything."

I know that I should demand him to stop everything right now; that this has gone way too far, but I have to admit to myself that I am enjoying every moment of his tongue flicking across my clit. When he lets go of my hands I do not even attempt to move them to try to get him away from me. Chetan's hands move up to my breasts where he begins playing with them and playing with my now ultra sensitive nipples.

I glance at the clock, fearing that Gopal will walk in and catch us, but there are still several hours before I can expect him to arrive home. Chetan continues to lick me, and I feel my body responding in sheer pleasure as his tongue brings me closer and closer to climax. I cannot believe that I am going to permit another man to get me off, but that is about to happen and I do not think I could stop it now even if I really wanted it to.

"Oh yes!", I exclaim as my orgasm begins. I immediately regret saying that, knowing that I can not hide my pleasure from Chetan any longer. My head rolls back and my breasts heave up and down as I begin moaning in delight as his tongue makes me cum. He continues to lick me as every nerve in my body responds to my orgasm. How can I ever face him again after this. Worse, how am I going to look Gopal in the face when he comes home tonight.

My orgasm begins to subside, but Chetan continues to lick me. "Please stop." I plead as my pussy is becoming over sensitive following my orgasm. But he continues to lick.

"Oh my god." I blurt out as I begin to orgasm a second time. I am now shaking with delight from head to toe. My thighs squeeze against Chetan's head as this orgasm dominates my body.

Finally he pulls away. I lay back against the couch, panting heavily as I try to recover from what has just happened to me. I keep my eyes closed, not daring to look at my boss. I feel him moving but think that he is getting up. Then I feel him sliding up onto me. I open my eyes in shock as I feel the head of his engorged dick pressing against my sopping wet pussy.

"No, you absolutely cannot fuck me!" I insist as he begins pushing into my pussy. "Please stop now." I plead.

Chetan pushes inside me. "Just let me fuck you for a little bit."

"You cannot cum inside me." I say in panic.

"Okay." He whispers as he begins pumping his dick into me. I feel his thickness filling my insides. While not quite as long as Gopal, he is definitely thicker. And following two orgasms, every inch of his manhood is felt by me as his dick slides in and out of my hole. I can see the satisfaction on his face as he fucks me, knowing that he is enjoying every moment of being inside my forbidden pussy. I so want him to stop. I want to turn back the clock and prevent any of this from happening. But I am enjoying it so damn much! Oh how can I be getting so much pleasure from allowing another man to use my body like this.

Before I know it I have my arms wrapped around him and I am fucking back like a woman possessed as he slams my pussy. I know it is wrong, but I am loving having his dick inside me. Every moment of this feels so good, even if it is wrong.

"Make me cum again!" I cry out as he continues to fuck me.

"Oh my, I am cumming." Chetan says.

"No, stop!" I cry out, but my body is so caught up in pleasure I can't stop fucking him. He moans in delight and begins thrusting harder and faster. I feel his cum spurting inside my body. My mind races with the combination of fear and lust as I feel him filling my pussy with his seed as he continues cumming inside me. Then I begin to orgasm again.

"Oh yes!" I hold on tight as we both orgasm together. I lose track of time as he pumps my pussy long after we have both finished. Then he slowly pulls out of me.

I see his dick, glistening from my juices as it slowly softens in front of me. I look down and see a mixture of my fluids and his cum trickling out of my pussy onto the couch.

"I cannot believe we did that." I whisper.

"I have wanted to do that for so long." Chetan tells me.

We both promise never to tell anyone about this, and vow that it will never happen again. He dresses and leaves and I quickly use a towel to try to dry the wet spot on the couch and then take my clothes into the bedroom before jumping into the shower to wash off. I have to put this behind me and get my head together before Gopal comes home. But as I stand in the shower thinking about what just happened I find myself rubbing my pussy until I orgasm again.

I can never allow this to happen again. But I wonder if my body will allow my mind to remain convinced of that when I see Chetan at work tomorrow.

[Zigspr]

Three months have past since my boss, Chetan, coerced me into having sex with him in my living room. It took me several days to wrap my head around what had happened. I did not want it to happen, but in the days leading up to it he had pursued me in subtle ways, pushing the envelope with comments and touches along the way.

The warning signs were there. I suspected his desire, but was too afraid to do or say anything about it. I suppose in some ways I was flattered. But, even so, I did not want to have sex with him.

Then he showed up at my home, completely unexpected, and little by little, he pushed himself on me, ignoring my objections and breaking down my defenses until his face was buried between my legs and he was bringing me to orgasm with his tongue.

Then, before I could respond, he was on me and inside of me.

I knew it was wrong. I wanted him to stop and pull out of me, but, for some reason that I still do not completely understand, I found myself welcoming his penis inside of me and crying out for him to make me orgasm again.

Then he spilled his seed inside of me. That was too much. I was so worried that I would become pregnant because of that one act.

I did not go into work that entire week. Chetan did not object. How could he? The man had forced himself on me. I could have brought charges against him, but I did not want anyone to know about it. Especially not my husband, Gopal. Or my son.

When I finally returned to the work place things were not the same with Chetan. He understood my desire to only work when others were in the office. And I often worked from home.

He apologized to me, but that does not matter. I often catch him looking at me. And I know that he is picturing me naked and remembering how he screwed me on my couch.

But he never said or did anything overtly again. Although once he dared to say to me, "You have nothing to worry about, I got it out of my system that day."

Like using my body for his satisfaction was just another thing to check off of his bucket list!

I have looked at other job opportunities, but have seen nothing that I wish to pursue. My job is something that I enjoy doing, and the hours and location are very good for me.

Slowly things returned to normal. Well, maybe normal isn't the right word, but something like that.

Since then, he has behaved himself for the most part. Oh, there have been the occasional hushed comment, or subtle innuendo to remind me of that day together, or to indicate his satisfaction with the memory of our encounter. But nothing overtly flirtatious or offensive. Definitely nothing that drew suspicion from my colleagues.

But those comments, and his lingering eyes, always kept me aware of his interest and desire. So I do my best to keep my distance at work. And I never stay late.

I don't think that Gopal suspected anything, though he could tell that something was bothering me. And the first few times that we made love I felt very guilty. But that has worked out for us too.

Except that there have been moments when I am lying under him when I close my eyes and I suddenly picture Chetan on top of me as my husband brings me to climax. I do not want those memories, or fantasies, whatever they are.

There have also been moments when I catch myself looking at Chetan in the office and I remember him with his pants undone, with his erect penis, which is just a little shorter than my husband's, but so much thicker; thick enough that I felt a difference in how he filled me that day.

We have been busy lately at work. Chetan surprised us by asking if we could work on Saturday. None of us particularly liked the idea at first, especially two of the men, who reminded Chetan that the All India Football Federation team would be playing in one of the two matches of the SAFF Championship tournament that day.

So Chetan suggested that we have a watch party us of the international soccer tournament going on, and said that we could make a party at the same time. He would provide the food and drinks, and he reminded them that the games would be on his big screen TV. And spouses would be welcome, but not children since there would be alcohol served. Most of the team does not drink, but Chetan, and a couple others, do.

I did not want to go. But once the others agreed I felt compelled to do so. Besides, I was able to bring Gopal with me.

Of course, the thought of seeing Gopal and Chetan talking together, knowing that both men have been inside me, is particularly awkward. So is the thought of seeing Chetan's wife and knowing that I had sex with her husband.

But things did not go as planned. At the last minute, Gopal informed me that he was unable to attend. He had a last minute work obligation. I wanted to back out, but could not do so. Besides, other people will be there.

I arrived, wearing my traditional saree, while many others are dressed much more casually. But I want to keep a modest appearance.

I speak with Chetan's wife, but find it difficult to look her in the face.

We gathered around the living room and began working. Most of this was completed quickly, so when the first match began everyone could watch the game without it being much of a distraction. With most of my part being done for the moment, I decided to help in the kitchen. It was there I learned that Chetan's wife had left to attend another event with some friends. So now, both my husband and Chetan's wife are not around.

I am standing at the counter, which has an opening looking into the living room. I see everyone from behind as they are watching the football match. I am cleaning up some things when Chetan steps up behind me.

"Hold still, Vidya," he tells me, "I need to grab a couple clean glasses."

Before I can move, he pushes up against me from behind and reaches up to the cabinet above my head. He opens it and removes two glasses, but in doing so his body presses against mine, and I feel his crotch grinding against my butt.

"Chetan." I whisper, as I observe the contact lingering longer than necessary, with an obvious rubbing, almost humping motion. It is probably my imagination, but I swear that I can feel his erect penis rubbing against me.

"So sorry, Vidya." He says, softly, as he backs away with the glasses in hand and heads back to the living room.

I close my eyes for a moment, trying to recall if I did feel contact with his penis, or if I just imagined it. I feel flush as I remember how he felt inside of me. Why am I thinking about that?

Time goes by, and I am called to join the team in the living room for the next phase.

Unfortunately, the only open seat is on the couch next to Chetan. I swear that he was sitting in the recliner earlier, but now that is occupied by one of the wives.

Chetan slides to his left, up against the side rest, but I am still sitting up against his right side, pinned in between him and Monril.

Monril lays out a large folder, placing it on my lap so that I can go over the information for everyone. Some of the others have matching files that they are following my part of the presentation with.

We are discussing the details when I feel a hand resting on my left thigh. I look down and observe that Chetan's forearm is beneath the folders. Oh my god, his hand is on my leg. Perhaps it is an accident, but I seriously doubt it.

I try to look at him, but sitting beside me, actually against me, our eyes do not meet, and I do not want to turn my head sideways to look at him in front of everyone. I want to reach down and grab his hand, but that would bring attention to this. I cannot allow that.

His hand moves. I feel his fingers softly caressing my thigh. It feels good, but it is irritating me at the same time.

His arm repositions, and now I feel his upper arm pressing against my left breast. I try to move, but there is no where to go without getting up off the couch.

No one sees what is going on as I sit there, feeling Chetan's upper arm sliding slowly back and forth against my breast as his fingers caress my thigh.

"Excuse me." I whisper, as I try to move slightly, hoping to get him to stop.

Chetan doesn't reply. Instead his hand slides a little farther up my leg. It is now pushing the material of my saree down between my legs so that his fingers can rub against my inner thigh. His upper arm continues rubbing my breast.

[Zigspr]

I feel both of my nipples getting hard. And as much as I want this to stop, there is a familiar tingling between my legs. I stammer in mid sentence as I recall the moment that his manhood pushed into my pussy three months ago.

Finally my part is over. "I need to go to the restroom." I say, and begin to get up.

As I begin closing the folder, Chetan pulls his hand away, but manages to slide his finger ever so quickly over my pussy. I clench as I feel the brief touch.

And just like that his hand is gone and I am scrambling up off the couch and hurry to the bathroom.

I return to the kitchen afterwards. I cannot go back into the living room. I decide that I should leave. Chetan is not following the boundaries I wish to keep between us.

I turn and find him standing there. "Is everything okay?" He asks.

I speak softly, not wanting anyone to hear. But the men are making plenty of noise as they are engrossed in the match. "What do you think you are doing?"

Chetan smiled, "I am just being playful, Vidya. You know how boys will be boys."

"You should not touch me." I remind him.

"But we have done so much more than touch." He says. "We have both enjoyed each others body before."

"That was a mistake." I say.

"Yet you enjoyed it." He accused.

I cannot argue. I did not want it, but I had indeed enjoyed it when he was making me climax.

"And here you are, dressed nice and sexy and without your husband. I just assumed you were interested." He tells me.

"You assumed wrong." I say.

"But you did nothing to stop me."

I glare at him. He is right, but only because I am too afraid to let anyone else know what was happening.

Someone yells. I turn my head to see what happened, only to see that the play on the TV screen is getting intense. The match is coming close to the end and the score it tied.

I flinch as I feel hands on my breasts. I turn back. Chetan has stepped closer and used both hands to grasp my bust. I quickly grab his wrists and pull them away, but he breaks away and begins fondling me again.

"I have really missed playing with your tits. They are bigger and nicer than my wife's."

"Stop it." I say, perhaps too loudly. I turn my head, but no one has heard me.

"You cannot do this." I insist.

Chetan has me blocked in. I don't dare yell out as I feel compelled to stand there as he plays with my tits.

His right hand drops down between my legs and he begins rubbing my pussy.

"Please stop." I whisper.

I look down and see the bulge in his shorts. Seeing me looking he says, "You have me hard, Vidya. I can't go back out in front of everyone like this."

"It is your fault." I remind him.

Chetan reaches for his crotch and unzips his shorts. He reaches in and pulls out his hard, uncircumcised dick. "Tell you what, you take care of this for me and everything stops."

"What?" I say in disbelief. "There is a room full of people next to us."

And they all have their backs to us. Besides, the counter blocks our view from the belly down. They won't see."

I am desperate. I do not want to do this, but I also cannot pull my eyes away from his manhood. I remember so well how it felt while he was fucking me.

I suddenly realize that I have taken hold of it with my right hand and am stroking his penis in effort of making him cum, while our co-workers and some of their spouses are sitting only a few feet away.

"I cannot believe I am doing this." I tell him.

Chetan puts both hands on my shoulders and begins pushing me down. I drop to my knees, below the counter, and am now eye level with the penis that I am jacking off.

"Suck it." He tells me.

"No."

He grabs my head in his hands and pulls me closer. I try to resist, but cannot escape and do not dare make any commotion that might draw attention to us.

"I need it so bad." Chetan says.

I give in. I open my mouth and take his hard, thick member into it. And my mouth needed to be wide open, because he is thicker than Gopal--quite a bit thicker--so it is a challenge for me.

While physically challenging, it is also mentally challenging, because, while I had been seduced to involuntarily fuck this man once, I at least had the knowledge that my husband was the only man that I have ever given a blowjob to. But now I am sucking my boss' dick.

"Oh yes, that feels so good." He says.

I am bobbing my head up and down on his dick, listening to the people in the next room yelling as they watch the game, not knowing what was happening only a few feet away from them.

To me, it is like they are cheering me on as I blow Chetan.

I think about Gopal, but that just reminds me that, while slightly longer, the girth of his dick does not fill my mouth the way that Chetan's is doing.

I feel so conflicted as I suck my boss' dick. He is standing over me, holding my head in his hands while matching my movements as he thrusts forward. I cannot help but think of both the similarities and differences between Chetan's dick and Gopal's as I suck him.

Voices continue to cry out as the match is coming close to the end and people are cheering their team on in hopes of a goal, all while I run my mouth up and down Chetan's shaft, and use my tongue to lick the underside of his dick as I do so.

"That's it, Vidya, make me cum, oh yes." I hear him say. All I can think is that I hope he doesn't say anything too loudly.

I have never dared to do anything this risky in my life. The thought of us getting caught terrifies me, but there is a thrill in this as well. Sure, I don't want to do this. At least I think I don't. But all I know is that I want to finish Chetan and satisfy him.

I feel his dick getting just a little harder. Hearing his breathing lets me know that he is about to cum.

"Oh yes." He mumbles, and I feel his cum jettison into my mouth.

Ironically, the people in the next room scream as their team scores what should be the winning goal. It's as if an audience is cheering me on as I make satisfy Chetan's lust as he fill my mouth with his seed.

My hands are clasped behind Chetan's butt and I feel his cheeks clenching as he cums. Spurt after spurt fills my mouth and I gulp it down, though some of it escapes over my lips and runs down either side of my chin.

"That was wonderful." He tells me, as he withdraws his dick from my mouth. I stare at it as he holds it in his hand. There is a small dribble of cum along the slit on the tip of it. With his other hand, he pulls me forward and I obediently stick out my tongue and lick the cum off, then he tucks it into his shorts and pulls his zipper up.

I rise to my feet, using my hand to wipe away the cum that has spilled onto my face. I look down and see that a few droplets have landed onto my saree.

"I need to clean up." I say.

Chetan points down the hallway. Those stairs go up to my bedroom, there is a private bathroom there. Perhaps you should take a quick shower while I see how everyone is doing."

I head down the hallway, but he stops me, "Vidya, that really was wonderful."

I hurry upstairs. I enter the bathroom, only intending to wash my face. I do so, then pull up my saree and lower my panties so I can sit on the toilet and pee. I realize that my pussy is very wet. I cannot believe that I have become so aroused by being forced to give my boss a blowjob.

I begin to feel dirty. I was coerced into this, but once I was sucking his dick I became a willing participant. How did that happen? I have no desire to cheat on my husband.

I decide to take a quick shower. I just need to wash myself clean of this incident. I check the bathroom closet and find a clean towel. I lay it on the sink then remove my clothes and jump into the shower.

I stand beneath the stream of hot water, contemplating what had just happened. I think that I may have to find another job. I just cannot go to work and face Chetan.

I catch myself rubbing my pussy with my right hand. I do not remember lowering it, but there it is. My clitoris is hard. I am aroused and want nothing more than to pleasure myself while standing in my boss' shower. My mind is all over the place now.

I should stop, but I don't. I softly caress my clit with two fingers, feeling the stirring within my pussy. Maybe I can do this quickly and then get dressed and leave immediately.

I hear the bathroom door open and close. I thought I had locked it. I pull my hand away from my pussy just as the shower door slides open and I see Chetan standing there, fully naked.

"Get out of here!" I blurt out at him.

"Relax, everyone has left. The match is over and I told them that you are not feeling well and I am going to take you home."

He steps into the shower, and I watch as his dick grows hard in front of me as he is staring at my body. I look in awe as it stiffens and grows. Once more I marvel at the girth of Chetan's dick and how it is easily twice as big around as Gopal's.

"Would you like me to wash you off?" He asks.

"Do not touch me. You have done too much already." I snap.

I pull my eyes away from his erect dick, and notice his naked body. Even though we have had sex, he was dressed, with only his pants and underwear pulled down. While he has seen me naked before, this is the first time that I have seen him fully undressed.

The sparse dark hairs that pepper his skin are accentuated by the water. He isn't a hairy man, but the fine, light dusting of hairs seem to make him perhaps even more - well, manly. That is not a quality that I normally admire. In fact, it differs greatly from my husband. Gopal is smooth and slim, and definitely not overtly muscular, whereas Chetan is a strong man who just seems to exude power and control.

Perhaps that is why I have succumbed to him twice now.

He reaches up to grab my breasts. "I said, don't touch me. And please get out of the shower."

I ignore my tits and place both hands over my pussy to hide it from his view. It is as if I am trying to hide how wet it is, which is a foolish notion since I am standing under a steady stream of hot water that has technically made my entire body from the shoulders down wet.

He grabs my tits again and softly fondles them. My nipples become erect, each growing to a full inch in length.

"I had forgotten how beautiful your tits are." Chetan tells me, then he lowers his head and begins licking my left nipple.

It feels wonderful, but I demand that he stop at once. I cannot allow this to happen again. But try as I might, Chetan continues to lick me, moving his head back and forth to both tits so that he can lick both of my nipples while his hands grope me.

"Please, don't do this." I whimper.

He drops to his knees, pulling my hands away from my pussy as he pushes my back against the shower wall. I know what is coming next. I try to resist him, but my legs spread apart as his face is buried into my crotch.

"No, please stop."

His tongue begins caressing my labia, then it slowly moves up to my enlarged clitoris. I shudder as it makes contact. I do not want this, but after sucking his dick, and having his hands and mouth on my tits, my body is craving it against my will.

I close my eyes, trying to pretend that this isn't happening, and then trying to pretend that it is Gopal who is doing this to me instead.

When it comes to cunnilingus, Gopal is wonderful. Even with my limited experience of only being with two men--now--I have always felt that if pussy-eating were an Olympic event, Gopal would be a gold medallist and undisputed world champion. He can take me from grumpy and uninterested in sex to thrashing around in orgasmic ecstasy in ten minutes if he can just get his head between my legs.

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Even so, Chetan is no novice at it, he proved that the first time he took me. And now he is doing so again.

I lean against the wall as he licks me. I feel one of his fingers sliding inside of me, then two. He slowly finger bangs me, rubbing my G-spot as his tongue works my clit, bringing me closer to the boiling point, though perhaps not as fast or as skillfully as Gopal would have done. No matter, I am about to orgasm.

"Please stop, don't make me cum!" I cry out, feeling guilty about enjoying this. And at the same time I am secretly praying that he does not listen to me.

Oh my god, I am about to cum. I try to push his head away one last time, but I end up involuntarily grabbing his head and holding it in place, grinding my crotch against his face as Chetan's mouth and tongue, along with his two fingers, pleasure me.

"Oh yes, I am cumming!" I moan.

I have to brace my feet and strengthen my legs to keep from collapsing to the floor as I orgasm.

My eyes remain closed as I do my best to remain standing. I am breathing heavily. I feel and hear Chetan rising to his feet. Thank god, hopefully he will get out of the shower and give me some privacy as I try to recover from this.

I feel his hands on my shoulders. I open my eyes just as Chetan leans forward and begins kissing me.

I try to resist. I don't know why. I have fucked this man. I have sucked his dick, and had him get me off orally twice now. But I absolutely don't want him to kiss me? Perhaps it is the last vestige of something I have only shared with Gopal.

And as the mouth that was just all over my pussy kisses my lips, I discover that Chetan is a great kisser. He knows how to convey sexual desire in the touch of lips and tongue.

Gopal gives soft, loving kisses that tell me just how much I mean to him, how special I am, how much I am adored.

The kisses that Chetan is giving me is tells me in no uncertain terms how much he wants me. How much he wants to put his fingers, his mouth and his impressive cock between my legs and fuck me to within an inch of my life.

"We have to stop..." I begin, and then he reaches down behind me and lifts me, one hand under each thigh, spreading my legs and pressing me back against the wall of the shower. I feel the tip of his erect cock at the entrance of my vagina.

"No, you cannot fuck me. You cannot fuck me!" I tell him, over and over.

He presses the head of his cock into my open slit. The sensation of it is almost too intense to bear as he lowers my body onto his shaft. When my clit makes contact with his member I feel a jolt rush through me. The sensation is powerful, almost too strong, as I am being filled and stretched to my limits.

Fortunately, I am wetter than I had realized, and his strong arms lowered me gently down onto that long, thick rod of flesh.

I am full--completely full--of his hard flesh, pinned against the tiles of the shower enclosure, his mouth devouring mine.

I pull my legs up so my feet crossed over behind his back, and he then proceeds to lift and lower my body onto his cock, as the warm water of the shower plays over our skin and his strong chest crushes my tits and pushes me back against the tiled wall.

He is so deep inside me. Each time he lowers me down onto his cock and our bodies press together, I can feel him, deeper than any man has reached before, and I am fuller than I ever remember.

This is insane. I want it to stop. But I am so turned on at the same time. This is so dirty and so intensely, almost obscenely sexual; totally different from what I usually enjoy. While it is intimate, it is far from the romantic encounters I have with my husband.

Chetan's cock is totally filling my vagina - my cunt - and I am helpless, impaled, and wildly excited.

Our movements grow faster, even more passionate, more urgent. Before long he is literally screwing me to the wall, my body held tight between his powerful chest and the smooth side of the shower enclosure as his hips thrust, again and again, driving his cock more and more powerfully into me.

The flow of water over my skin is an extra stimulation; not that I need one, with his cock pounding between my legs, twisting and rubbing on my sensitive places.

I turn my head from side to side, unable to move back because of the hard, tiled wall behind me, dropping instead onto his shoulder as the water runs over both of us.

A slight shift in position and the shaft of his cock is rubbing my clit on every thrust, and quite suddenly I feel my orgasm build and break.

Involuntarily, I bite into his shoulder as the spasms burst through my abdomen, pulsing wildly, my blood pounding in my ears as every nerve in my body seems to want to fire at once.

His cock continues to rub on my clit, finding the sensitive areas inside my vagina. Still, the skin of his chest rubs on my nipples.

And I keep coming. Oh my god I am cumming so much as he continues fucking me!

Finally, he gives a low moan and I feel the first pulses of his climax. He presses deep inside me and holds me tight, his chest heaving as his orgasm overtakes him and he pumps his semen into my quivering pussy.

My arms squeeze tightly around his broad shoulders, his strong arms still supporting my body as he holds onto my thighs. Our mouths meet again, and his kiss is urgent and passionate.

Slowly the sensations subside, but he still holds me against the side of the shower enclosure as his erection softens a little and I feel the first dribble of cum spill out of my vagina.

Then he pulls out of me and gently lowers me to my feet. We look into each other's eyes and kiss again.

"Vidya, that was fantastic. I needed that so much." He says to me.

I am speechless. Part of me is so overwhelmed at how great this felt. But at the same time I can't help but think about how wrong it is, and how he had pressured me into this.

We shower off the cum that has dribbled down both of our legs and then turn off the water, grabbed the towels and dry off.

All I want to do is to get dressed and run out of here. To go home and pretend that this never happened. But as I reach for my clothes, I look at Chetan and see that he is sporting a fully hard erection.

Before I could react, Chetan scoops me off of my feet and carries me into the master bedroom. He tosses me onto the king-sized bed. I look about the room and see pictures of Chetan and his wife on the wall as he climbs on the bed and begins kissing and caressing me again.

"No, Chetan. We can't do this again. Especially not here."

All I can think of is having Chetan inside of me while images of his wife look down at us from the wall.

He is kissing my neck, my shoulders, stroking my arms, my thighs, my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples. His touch is both soft and electric, so different from the forceful approach he'd taken before.

His fingers move between my legs and slowly penetrate me.

He finger fucks me and strokes my clit with his thumb, until I am gasping.

And then he is on top of me again, ignoring my objections as he thrusts his thick cock into my pussy.

I lay there, taking the pounding he is giving me, trying not to look at the pictures on the wall as he brings me to another orgasm.

Then I break. As much as I know this is wrong, I just look him in the eyes and say, "Boss, please let me ride your cock."

He rolls over, beside me on the bed, and for a moment I take in the sight of his strong, naked body, before shimmying down to lick his cock, starting at his balls and then moving to the tip. A few strokes of this, and then I lift the full, heavy organ upright and slide my open mouth over the tip, carefully lowering my head down until I have as much of him as I can take, then I ease back up and begin repeating the motions, enjoying his fullness in my mouth.

I can tell that he is enjoying it, by the low moaning noises he is making, but after a couple of minutes I lift my mouth from his cock and, still holding it upright, move up to straddle his body. I keep eye contact as I gently rub the head of his impressive organ up and down my slit, before slowly, inch by inch, lowering myself onto it.

Open, spread like that, it isn't too hard to swallow him inside my vagina, though he still feels big in me. As I finally come to rest on his hips, with my legs spread as wide as they will go, he smiles, but says nothing as he looks at me with lust filled eyes.

Slowly, I move up and down, feeling the incredible sensation of fullness, enjoying the sight of his powerful body beneath me.

The earlier fuck in the shower had shown me how amazing really deep penetration could feel. I want some more of that, and I know how to get it.

"That's fucking amazing, Vidya. You look gorgeous, and it feels fantastic to be so deep inside you." He tells me.

His hands move to my breasts, stroking and pinching my nipples in a way he knows by now gives me pleasure.

As I continue to travel the full length of his cock, up and down, he switches one hand to my pussy, teasing the lips and grazing the tip of my clit at first, slowly inserting his thumb into my slit until he is rubbing the whole area from the front to where his cock was entering my pussy. All the while he was smiling up at me, loving every moment of our fucking.

I am trying to delay my orgasm. Wanting to see if I can make him come first, but it seems that he has better control than me.

Oh my, I am cumming again. My climax is stronger than the ones in the shower. My legs tremble uncontrollably, and he has to move one strong hand to my shoulder to stop me from falling as his thumb and his cock just kept driving my orgasmic sensations higher.

I feel like the room is starting to spin. Chetan thrusts up into me, bucking me off the mattress, four, five, six times, before moaning loudly and throwing his head back as he begins cumming in my pussy.

We climax together until both are finished, then I collapse onto his chest and his big strong arms wrap around me.

We lay still for several minutes. I try to comprehend exactly what happened here today. Part of me is angry at Chetan, but I am so damn sexually fulfilled by what he has done to me.

We get up and get dressed. Then remake the bed so as not to give his wife any reason to suspect what had happened.

Chetan walks me to the door. I look up at him and say, "This has to be the last time. I cannot do this again. I must be loyal to Gopal. We can never do this again." The words just keep tumbling out of my mouth and I wonder if I am trying to convince him or me.

Chetan nods his head. "I understand, but I will always treasure this day, just as the last time with you. And never say never, Vidya."

"You're the boss." I agree. And I feel his eyes upon me as I walk away.

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