Tag: adultery

"Are you sure about the numbers?" My boss Mr. Sarun's brow was furrowed, and over the Zoom call I saw him rub his temples. As the CEO of the company, Mr. Sarun was not immune to taking risks, but I knew this would be a completely new area for the company."Yes, Sir." I replied confidently. "You had the chance to look over them. What do you think?""Hmm." As usual, Mr. Sarun was initially non-committal. "Prediction is always a risky game, Rajesh, especially about the future.""Sir. You have seen my research." I pointed out. "It's very thorough. I also showed you exactly how much these companies are paying currently. It will be very easy to beat those prices, undercut these companies, and enter the market in a dominant position."And, Sir, you should know all about dominant positions, I thought to myself.Mr. Sarun paused for a moment, and then looked at me."I will be honest, Rajesh. It's an excellent idea. And your research is very thorough. But somehow, I am not sure we need to take this

"That was Sirjee." Vidya announced, as she ended her phone call."Yes, I realized that." I replied, immediately getting nervous. "What did Mr. Sarun want?"It was evening, and we were both seated on the couch in the living room, having just finished watching a movie. We were still both snuggled up closely under the one blanket, when Mr. Sarun had called my wife on her cellphone. And then I had to jealously spend the next fifteen minutes sitting and listening to my wife laugh, giggle, smile and occasionally blush (like a schoolgirl talking to her crush) as she had a long talk with this old man.This old man, Sirjee - as my wife Vidya called Mr. Sarun - was of course my big boss and the CEO of the company I worked for. You can also fairly say that Mr. Sarun was our master, and both my wife and I were his mere slaves. The difference was that my wife enjoyed being Mr. Sarun's slave girl and his chattel and his bitch, and for me it was pure emotional torture, given my education and social

My cell phone rang loudly from its holder in the car.It was my big boss, and my wife's master, Mr. Sarun. As I was driving, I tapped the Bluetooth receive call button on the steering wheel."Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun's loud voice boomed through my car's audio system."Sir!" I immediately replied. It was 5.51 pm here in India, and I was heading home, so it must have been 8.15 am for Mr. Sarun in New York."Where are you Rajesh?" He asked. "I hear lots of noise in the background.""I am on the road, Sir." I answered. "I am driving home from the office, Sir.""And I am on the speakerphone?" Mr. Sarun asked."Yes, Sir." I replied, and then quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, Sir. I am here in the car by myself.""Good! And how is my favourite cuckold?" Mr. Sarun asked, taunting me."I am good, Sir." I responded. "Thanks to you, Sir. The new pool has been great for us.""You know, Rajesh, you are different type of cuckold than the ones I usually deal with." My boss told me.I knew my wife was not the only

"Pass me the toast, honey." My wife ordered."Yes, dear." I answered."Did you make the tea?""Yes, dear." I replied. "I didn't add the sugar this time.""Good." Vidya nodded in appreciation. "You need to cut sugar completely from your diet, dear. Your paunch has been growing recently.""Yes, dear."I knew she was right, of course. My wife was always right. Whereas Vidya was the very figure of healthiness and sexiness, I had been growing slightly more rotund recently. With my waist size increasing a little, Vidya decided enough was enough and I had to diet, and exercise."Did you go for a run this morning?" Vidya asked."Yes, dear.""Everyone's husband is fit and healthy, baby. When you are with me, I need you to look presentable as well. No one should say Vidya's husband is fat.""Yes, dear. I am sorry, dear.""You should be!" Vidya retorted. "I know you don't have a big penis, baby, but that doesn't mean you should compensate and have a big belly!""Yes, dear.""As for your small penis, darling,

It took some time for things to be normal after our return back to Pune from Mr. Sarun's house in Kolkata. I mean, Vidya needed two days after our return just to recover some of her strength. My darling wife barely had the stamina on the flight back – I guess after a week of having her pussy or asshole pulverized by my boss's monster sized dick on a near constant basis, she needed a lot of rest.For that first week after our return from Mr. Sarun's home, Vidya and I didn't really get to speak that much. When I would get up for work, she would still be in bed, sleeping. I would make my own breakfast and head to work. I would throw myself into various projects in the office and return late. By the time I was home, it was 10 or even 1030 pm. Vidya had already eaten, and was back in bed, fast asleep. I would have some dinner that she had left out, and watch some TV before going to sleep myself.It was somewhat of a relief not to have to talk – or even to encounter each other. We needed

"Spread your legs, raandi." My boss, Mr. Sarun commanded in an authoritative voice. As a multi-millionaire CEO, he was someone who was used to being obeyed at once."Yes, Sirjee." My wife Vidya complied immediately. Vidya, being a regular gym going woman, had great, shapely legs that she now spread obediently. If being called a prostitute, or "raandi", disturbed her, she never showed it. Mr. Sarun climbed on top of her and positioned himself. With a grunt, he plunged into her."Oh! Oh!" My wife Vidya's mouth shaped into a round "O" as my boss pushed his giant cock deep into her."What a tight cunt you have, bitch." Mr. Sarun told her. "Fuck! You are a great lay, you bimbo!""OOOOH!! UNGGHHH!!" Vidya grunted as my boss pushed himself deeper and deeper into her cavity. "Th-th--thank you ... Sirjee."I watched, my head hanging with shame, as my own boss rocked to and fro against my dear wife, in my presence. Anger, jealousy, vengefulness -- that's what you would think a man would feel when he

I watched the screen, mesmerized. Not only was I alone in my office cabin, but it was lunch hour, and there was no one else on the whole floor -- all the workers had gone for the typical super long Friday lunch. I watched my monitor, with the sound quite low, watching my own house. Or rather, this was the camera in my living room. I was watching what was happening live.Pinned against one wall of the living room was my tall, buxom wife Vidya. Her bright red sari was on the floor in a heap, crumpled. As was her petticoat, lying at her ankles. Her blouse was open. She was not wearing a bra, and her big, full, heavy breasts were helplessly bouncing around, her nipples firm and erect. My attention was drawn to her milky white calves, and the bright red thong that she was wearing. Her fair body glistened in the afternoon light filtering through the windows, and her jet black hair was loose, and fell to shoulders and reached to her waist. She was a sight to behold -- a glimpse of water in a

மணி 7 ஆகிவிட்டது. இன்னும் ஆன்லைனில் வரக் காணும். செல்லும் சுவிட்ச் ஆஃப் என்று வந்தது. என்னாச்சி இவருக்கு என்று கம்ப்யூட்டர் முன் காத்திருக்கும் என் பெயர் காயத்ரி. 28 வயதாகிறது. எட்டு வயதில் ஒரு மகன் இருக்கிறான். நான் இன்று உயிரோடு இருப்பதற்கான காரணகர்த்தா அவன் தான்.என் வாழ்க்கையே ஒரு இருண்ட பாதாளம். 16 வயதில் பெற்றோரை இழந்து அண்ணனின் பராமரிப்பில் வளர்ந்தவள். அண்ணன்

எல்லாம் முடிந்து ஆரவாரம் அடங்கியது. வந்திருந்தவர்கள் கூட்டம் கூட்டமாக நையாண்டி நக்கல்களுடன் வாழ்த்துக்களை சொல்லிவிட்டுப் புறப்பட்டு போனார்கள். தோழியர் புடைசூழ குனிந்த தலை நிமிராமல் அறையின் மூலையில் உட்கார்ந்திருந்தேன். குளிர் காலமாதலால் புழுக்கம் அதிகமாக இல்லை. மனதும் குளிர்ந்து போயிருந்தாலும் ஒரே ஒரு சின்ன உறுத்தல் மட்டும் இருந்து கொண்டேயிருக்கிறது. அதோடு

For ten years since leaving college I had a great job at a local law farm, fantastic hours and even better money but when they let a lot of staff go, I lost my job and suddenly realized that I was in big trouble. I had a wife and two lovely kids, a big house with a big mortgage, a nice Maruti car and all the other financial concerns that go with being part of a family.Even though I was only in my mid-to-late twenties I had difficulty getting another job as I didn't really have any particular skills, apart from administration and I had to settle for a simple office job where the wages were only half of what I had been on before.My wife Sohini, who was two years younger than me at 25 decided to find a job to help out financially as my earnings just weren't enough to cover all of our outgoings, and this worked out okay as our youngest child had just started school. It was only an office job again, for a marwary chattered farm and they didn't pay all that well as she could only work hours