A Torrid Affair At Work place

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A Torrid Affair At Work placedeleteddeleteddeletedI was a shy, traditional Indian housewife and with no hidden past till this happened to me one late evening at my workplace. I was forced to get intimate with my employer & ended up cheating on my husband. Initially, I resisted his sexual advances, but finally had to give into the demands of my boss to save my job.I was forced to join as an Accounts Assistant in this company as my husband’s company suddenly closed shop. Till then I was a normal housewife bringing up our labour of love, our sweet boy, Appu. This was a small scale pvt ltd company into industrial paints and the MD Mr.Anil was a entrepreneur in his late thirties. My starting salary was fixed at Rs.20,000/- pm.This was a small firm with hardly 20 employees & the salaries were mostly distributed in cheque. After six months as per the employment contract, my services were to be confirmed with a salary hike. As I had completed six months in the organisation, I was expecting the confirmation letter from the HR Manager.One afternoon, Mr.Anil called me over the intercom to his cabin and asked me a few details like “How much time I have spent in the company?”, “Whether there were any issues at work, etc…During my responses to his queries, I also dropped a hint that I was expecting the confirmation letter. Finally he said “OK” and asked me if I can stay back at the office after working hours. I replied with as “Yes” as employment issues are generally confidentially discussed.That fateful day, as I watched one by one employee leave the office I continued to pore over my leftover work waiting for the MD’s call. The office became vacant & dark and soon the MD called me over the intercom & asked me to come to the cabin for a discussion. I knocked & entered his cabin with full of hope that today I will return home with the coveted confirmation letter in my hand.As I entered the fragrant air-cooled cabin, Anil gestured me to take a seat in the chair facing his table. He closed the open files, partially shut his laptop screen and got up from his chair to come near me. I sensed the whiff of his expensive cologne in the air. He came around from behind & lightly tapped on my shoulders and asked if I had any issues with anyone…if people were co-operative..etc. I was replying to his questions. He began saying how he was sure that I had a lot of potential in me & he would like me to reach greater heights in the company. Suddenly he stooped down & reached back behind my ears so near that that I felt his breath on my ears. He gently whispered “Doyou understand?”.His fingers were drawing fictional patterns on my shoulders while he continued with his motivating talk “I come from a modest family, I got into IIM…..faced lot of challenges…” he went on and slowly his fingers slowly began slipping down from the top border of my blouse & below. I was a little gushed but was still not concerned about his action; because I had seen high level executives of opposite sexes formally behave like that.He had started fiddling with the clip on my shoulder which was holding my printed saree pallu in place with the blouse. Before I could apprehend, he had pulled out the clip, but thankfully the pallu still remained in place. I was unsure whether the clip got removed by accident or deliberately removed, hence, I did nothing. Anil’s hands were still on my shoulders.The conversation moved on & this time I spoke “Yes Sir, I am from a small town, I am trying to settle down with your support..etc” unawares that the pallu of my saree had fallen down from my shoulders, completely revealing my tight blouse & bosom. Anil got a little bolder, this time his fingers clearly crossed the limit & came near the top button of my red blouse. I was determined to stop his advances.No sooner did his hand touch the button of my blouse, I grabbed his obtrusive hands with all my might not allowing him to go further. However, while grabbing his hands, I had inadvertently pressed his hands more tightly on my areolas with my own hands and thereby, unintentionally encouraging him. I got aroused feeling the touch of my own hands on my areolas in the presence of Anil & pulled my hands away quickly. In the resultant confusion in my mind, I had unmindfully given up the last bit of resistance in the struggle to preserve my modesty.Sensing my opposition greatly weakened, Anil boldly went on to release the blouse buttons one by one, exposing my cleavage & the brassiere. With both hands, he cuddled my melons quite a few times over the brassiere and ran his wiry fingers up & down over my smooth taut back, until he felt it was time to get rid of the bra. Before undoing the bra, he landed tiny kisses on my bare milky shoulders & the exposed upper cuts of my breasts.With one flick of his hands, the bra snapped open. The interfering brassiere came off my chest onto my arms revealing my creamy rocks & tense nipples. No-one was present in the office to whom I could have called for help & at the same time realizing that opposing his moves would mean compromising with my bread & butter job, I chose to resign myself to the situation.I obediently raised my arms to allow him to take out the bra. I was still sitting stationary in the chair, staring at the floor despondently. He asked me to stand up. My eyes glancing at the floor, I stood up between the chair & the table which was strewn with office free spin files, documents & other stationary.His hands came from my behind & loosened my saree from the folds of the petticoat, so that it dropped to the floor. I simply hung my hands down at my waist feeling wretched, but not offering any further opposition to Anil’s advances. He was stripping me at a quick pace without talking much. It seemed like he was in a hurry to eat me.His fingers gingerly searched for my petticoat string from behind & on finding it pulled it away. Suddenly out of reflex action, I tightly gripped his hand with my trembling hands & for a moment held his hand there fixed on my belly, both our hands getting entangled in the petticoat string. I had not expected this dirty game to reach this far, the petticoat was the last barrier to my nakedness.The tug on my petticoat string brought me back to my senses. I was not wearing any panty and if the petticoat was removed, I would be instantly revealed in all my naked birthday glory with my bare buttocks & pussy exposed to the air. I held his hand firmly on the spot for all of three seconds. There was a mad thumping going on inside my chest.I clutched the ends of the petticoat string for one final instant & then left it. The petticoat fell to my feet in an instant with a swish revealing my stark-naked body to Anil. The strings had been already loosened by Anil.Anil was taken aback, probably because he was expecting a neat panty under the petticoat. I am still a rural woman yet to adapt to the culture of a modern metropolis & hence, I never wore a panty beneath my petticoat. Panties & sanitary napkins were yet alien to me.I stood frozen at the spot, dressed in my birthday suit facing the window, with my jiggling breasts & muff in an unabashed show before me, my rounded slightly chubby derriere looking back intensely at Anil. An icy chill gripped my body.When I heard the swish of a zipper, the rustle of clothes & the clunk of the metal belt & wrist-watch at my back, I gathered that he was frantically stripping out of his clothes. I dug my fingers into my palms, trying to fathom what would happen next, that’s when I felt raw hands on my ass-cheeks, kneading them, pressing them.I felt his cold nose & lips when he kissed my bottom. Ripples of sensual ecstasy shot thru my nerves as he dug his front teeth on my fleshy bum. “Aaaiieeeee” I screamed in sweet & sharp pain.The AC’s whirring sound was the only sound buzzing throughout the cabin as if to remind us about the reality. The blast of cold air from the AC directly hit my nude body making me hard. Goosebumps had formed everywhere on my body.I was taking heavy breaths & a drop of perspiration trickled down my cheek, even as the split AC roared. The smile on my face had long got replaced by a nervous dry face.Anil got up & embraced me from behind, his jutting penis poking me at my butt-crevice from the rear. He ran a couple of fingers thru my jasmine scented unbraided hair & seemed to linger in the fragrance for some time, uttering a deep sensous “oo..ooohh”.Gently he brushed his palm on my prickly muff. A tear rolled out of my eye, as the first waves of orgasm rushed thru my body. Being naked in the arms of another equally naked man was too much for me.Anil heavily stammered in my ears “Pp..oo..onam..I want your love!!” gestured me to the sofa. In his state of arousal, he forgot my name was Chhaya.I lay on the cold leather sofa in uneasy anticipation with my knees bent towards the roof. Anil came near me and tried to part my legs with his hands on my knees. I looked at him with a helpless look on my face and briefly parted my legs to give him a quick look at my shaved slit & clamped my legs shut again. On seeing my pubic triangle, a drop of sweat trickled down the side of his face & dropped down to the mezzanine floor.His finger was probing my moist pee-hole from below my legs. Involuntarily I was spreading my legs further apart. He spit on his finger & gently lathered the length of my slit with his saliva & my own juices. My cunt was on fire. Shamelessly with wide opened eyes, I was staring down at my own cunt trying to see what my lover was doing there. Stepping aside a little bit, he peeled off his briefs & stood on his all fours on top of me.He asked with a sweet smile on his lips “Are you ready?”. I brought my left palm over my vagina in a bid to shield it from his direct attention. There was an obliging look in his eyes, which melted my shyness & I quickly pulled my palm back. In the process, my palm accidentally brushed against his dangling bag of testicles. A thick string of white fluid came out of his penis head & dropped exactly in a blob on my belly button. My own intimate love juices were flowing out of my much-married vagina & making the sofa dirty. Anil drew an imaginary line from my navel to the clitoris & twisted the clitoral hood to make the cunt hole spread wide.Both of us were excited to the hilt. It was impossible for both of us to remain apart anymore & our bodies were crying to unite in waves of passion. No questions were to be asked. My naked sweaty body wanted to get crushed under Anil, my cunt wantedAnil to ram his love rod till it hit the cervix.My mouth had already gone dry. I looked down to see his manhood staring down at my belly, a thin thread of precum had made a wiry connection between his penis bonus veren siteler and the blob of cum already on my belly button. I gasped & turned my face abruptly to the left. His hands were resting beside my shoulders & his legs were straddling me as his body was balanced on his knees.He slowly brought his body lower so that finally our bellies made light contact with each other. With this my entire nakedness was virtually enveloped in Anil’s own. He tenderly kissed the nape of my neck. My face was still twisted to my left, as I had no courage to watch my own fall into depravity.For the first time I was lying with my legs spread-eagled in anticipation of a cock before a male other than Bikas, offering him total control over my fully excited body.He pushed the head of his penis into my heated vagina and as it went inside it caused a muffled scream of “uugghhh..gghh” to come out from my mouth. I bit the back of my palm to bear the piercing ache of ecstasy. 14 cms of the monster cock slid into my swollen vagina & for the first time I felt my womanhood feel complete with a cock other than my husband’s. Without asking, my legs went up in the air & wrapped themselves around Anil’s waist. For a moment my legs clamped around Anil’s waist holding him there & released him the next instant as he pulled his hips back for a second assault.He brought his slippery penis out of my cunt & thrust the entire length back into my pee-hole again. I was groaning sweet nothings “mm..mhhh..aahh..aur zor se..aur” which only I could understand. From a demure housewife, I had turned into a bitch in heat.The mangalsutra, now the only accessory left on my bare body shone out quite oddly from my glistening body, while Anil was ferociously screwed me. Anil had gone into a delirium, uttering throaty grunts of “Aahh..Fuck..fuck..choot”.As he continued thrusting his manhood in & out of me, I went into a trance & wrapped my own sweaty arms around Anil’s wet, sweaty back. I clung desperately to his body, clawing his back, pulling him deeper & deeper into me with every satisfying assault. “Ummhh..mmhh..aahh..thoda aur…andar..aa..ahh” I went on yelling, guiding Anil’s erect pole into the depths of my womb, our hips wildly clashing against each other in a rhythmic sequence.After quite some time, he stopped thrusting his loins into me & turned me around to face the sofa. He ran his fingers down the length of my wet, glistening back & over my fleshy buttocks. Then pulled me up & made me stand in a kneeling position. I was standing on the floor bent over at the waist with my hands on the sofa, so that my ass directly stared at Anil.He ensured that my buttocks were staring straight at his face. I turned around to watch him spit on his fingers & bring them under my butt-cheeks. He smeared my arse-hole with his saliva & pried open my butt-cheeks apart to prepare for a rear entry.With some efforts he mounted my back in a standing position, groping my dangling breasts from behind and hit his engorged scrotal sac on my soft ass. Throaty grunts of “Bhabhi..Gaand…mmmpph…Mm.y.goodness..Gaand” from Anil excited me further. Our thighs collided with each other with a vengeance sending strange sounds of “fach..fach..fuch…fach” throughout the room.After few strokes of his penis, he suddenly stopped & became rigid. I felt the rapid throbbing of his rigid cock tearing the walls of my anal hole apart & subside gradually. He unloaded all his stuff inside my butt. Warm sticky cum oozed out of my buttocks & left a white trail on the inside of my milky white thighs to the sofa seat.The ordeal seemed over as the pace of his labor decreased. I noticed the mangalsutra dangling from my sweaty neck before me & immediately realized that I had crossed the imaginary line of chastity set by the sacred mangalsutra. I dropped face down on the sofa & lay on my stomach for a few minutes, trying to bring my breathing to normal.He came over my ear & with his wet gummy penis still pressed to my bum cheeks, he hissed “Whoo…aahh,t”. I felt him leave me & get up. I was still in a daze, sprawled face down on the cold sofa, with one leg dangling on to the floor. After some time, I gathered my arms & legs and got up to sit on the sofa, simultaneously running my fingers in my disheveled hair to straighten it. The cabin was enveloped in a wet, woody odour, which were probably from the flavor of our love making mixed with the scent of my oily hair.Anil was already dressed & sitting in his chair & was smiling at me from across his chair. Realizing my nakedness on display before Anil, while he was himself all dressed, I felt uncomfortable. While getting e I saw a white blob on my belly. Anil lovingly handed over a sheet of tissue paper from his desk with his outstretched hand. I quickly cleaned the juices of our lovemaking which were smeared on my belly & between my legs. I also reached around my back to clean some which Anil had left on my bum. While I was cleaning the blobs of semen,I caught Anil staring at me, watching me clean myself and a strange smile appeared on my face, probably in the realization of what I was doing a few moments back.Slowly, confidence grew on me & having picked up all my clothes from the floor, I asked for the washroom. Anil, gentlemanly got up from his seat & opened the door to his private washroom. I strode across the cabin in all my nudity deneme bonusu veren siteler & closed the door behind me as I entered the bathroom. I took a long shower & came out of the bathroom. Anil had resumed the conversation in a formal tone.The HP Desk-jet across his table spat out a letter, which he signed & gave it to me for reading. It was the hard-earned letter for confirming my services in the company. None of us uttered a word about what we were engaging in a couple of minutes back. I signed the copy of the letter & swiftly left his cabin & out of the office which was dark as all the other staff had left the office.That evening the sexual fever that gripped me was unbearable. I tried very hard to understand what a high flying corporate executive who could hire an escort any day found in a much-married & fucked woman like me.The sexual intercourse with Anil satisfied me physically, but somewhere I felt unsatisfied, my sexual thirst still remained unquenched.Every day when I reached home, Bikas would open the door with a cheerful smile on his face, but I would ignore his smile and with a curt face head straight to the shower. For a long time, Bikas & me had not made love. I would resist Bikas’ attempts to make love as my better earning power had made me egoistic & irritable at home. The gap between wife & husband had increased, but Bikas never got jealous or complained.But today when Bikas opened the door with his welcoming smile, I directly looked into my hubby’s gentle eyes for a moment and felt a strange longing for his love grow in me. While going towards the bathroom, I saw my dear k** Appu already in deep sleep. Bikas would usually prepare the coffee while I refreshed myself in the shower.In the shower, while the warm water was relieving me of all the soreness in my body, I was thinking of doing something naughty today to revive the lost romance with my hubby & quench the intolerable sexual heat in my body. I bathed with a special soap which had natural mineral salts in it.I sneaked out of the bathroom & tip-toed into the kitchen fully naked without a single stitch of fabric hanging on my body. Bikas was taken aback on seeing me in my maiden attire & almost dropped the sugar spoon from his hands. Luckily it didn’t or it would have woken up our k**.Bikas handed me the cup of coffee & I took little sips from it enjoying Bikas’ dirty looks on my body. I leaned against the kitchen counter in a tantalizing center-spread pose with the cup of coffee in hand & my buttocks slowly rubbing off the wall paint on them and crossed my legs. I stared mischievously at Bikas with a look full of lust & asked him directly “ Aaj apne Rani ko chodoge nahi? (Will you not fuck your queen today?) Bikas & I used to talk filthy only while making love.I lovingly watched him eat out my entire stark-naked frame from head to toe with his wide mesmerized eyes. We were speaking to each other in gentle whispers & both of us giggling uncontrollably at my devilish action. Seeing Bikas enjoying my whore act & his continuous chuckling like a playful c***d, I sensed the passion bells start ringing in my ears. He came beside me & took a portion of my ass in his hands & felt it.I felt the fragrance of syrupy romance mingle with the air. For the first time, I was feeling an intense craving between my legs for my hubby’s organ. I wanted him to make love to me really hard now on the kitchen counter top.However I was the one who finally took charge of our impending copulation this evening. I told Bikas “Aaj hum aapko chudayenge” In India, husbands are given respect by their better-halves.I pulled down my Bikki’s pyjamas & gave him a good blowjob. Then we made use of the kitchen stool for our further love making. Tearing open Bikas’ thin cotton kurta, I settled on Bikki’s lap & sank my thighs in his lap till the whole of Bikki’s penis disappeared into my vaginal tunnel. “I Love You Bikki…I missed you so much..Never leave me…” I wept openly in a trance as the pent-up feelings for my dear ignored hubby burst open on the surface. I rode my hips up & down Bikas’ lap till I felt the first rushes of orgasms begin to grip me.I grabbed Bikas’ neck & pulled him towards me. Bikas curled his arms around me in a comforting stance & took me in his secure embrace. I stopped lifting my hips & crushed my lips on Bikas’ ear, heavily breathing into Bikas’ ear. “Bikki…meri Gaand…Bik.ki..meri..meri Gaand” I wanted Bikas to hold me by my ass. I was hooked onto the word “GAAND” for my ass. Bikas was madly gobbling up my melons & biting my nipples hard turn by turn.The thought of Appu waking up & catching his naked parents in coupling heat added an extra dose of thrill to our sexual union. I dug my nails in Bikas’ back & cried out “Pani nikal do meri…phudi faad do” in wild lust. Bikas by comparison was never noisy during sex; he only gave out loud grunts.I used the word “Gaand” several times during our fucking session. Seconds later the Bikas’ penis & my cunt walls throbbed violently & climaxed in unison at the same time. Both of us held each other in a tight embrace & together wept in pleasure of having rediscovered lost passions for each other, till our orgasmic sensations ebbed. Our loins completely conjoined now, exchanged the resultant juices of copulation which freely flowed into each other.Still lying in Bikas’ arms, I came to the realization of having discovered true love & romance today in the loving arms of Bikas, whom I had neglected so much. I wept plentiful tears that day. Never before has my love-making with Bikas been so pleasant, so deeply satisfying.I concluded that the secret of real sexual pleasure was ultimately with the husband.

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