My Boss With My Wife
Working as Engineer for an important construction firm, I often had to contribute efforts with my boss on important projects for foreign nationals. Over the months, as our projects started being successful, my burden of the work also increased voluminously.
My boss never really tried to grasp what was going on, though he held piles of valuable information on his laptop. Most of the time, he just wanted me to keep things running, and took credit for the good things whether he was involved or not. On the other hand, he is a real lady's man. One after the other, the most attractive women around would inevitably catch his eye and he would then put his handsome looks to good use. The stories of his various sexcapades were, in fact, the worst kept secret at our firm.
Once, gathering back up data for one particular construction project, I decided to secretly access his laptop and get some of the information I needed to complete the project in time and to pave the way to a promotion at my job in the long term.
For several months my wife Sanjana wanted us visit her parents. Once again the project came at the wrong time. I therefore proposed her to go on her own, and I promised to join her once my presentation was over. Since the airport was close to the hotel where my boss and I were having an important summing up meeting prior to the presentation, I proposed that she accompany me.
I was pleased with the solution. My wife Sanjana would be of help to keep company to my boss while I would go to look for his laptop. He would see no inconvenience to me bringing my wife, as I knew he would not turn down the company of a beautiful woman. However I chose not tell Sanjana anything about my plan for it to have a better chance of success.
Over the months, after a hard day's work, I often spoke to her at great length about my job. She was well aware of the difficulties I was encountering, and our conversations about my handsome womanizing boss were often the highlight of our evenings.
Sanjana and I reached the hotel late on the evening. My boss had arrived half an hour before and he came to meet us. I introduced him to my wife and left them to help get our suitcase to our hotel room. The boss and I had booked adjoining rooms with a communicating door, which was all the better for me. Then I joined Sanjana and we took leave of my boss. In the room I asked Sanjana her opinion about him. She told me "You were right, he is a real flirt".
"Why? Did he say anything?" I asked.
“He praised me a lot and said you are lucky to have such a lovely wife"
"He might be just right" I teased her.
The following day, leaving Sanjana to herself, I met my boss in the seminar room made available for us. When the working session was coming to a close, I proposed that he joined my wife and me for dinner. He accepted gracefully. This was the opportunity I was looking for. I went to the hotel and asked Sanjana to get dressed for the evening.
Five minutes after we sat at a table in the hotel's restaurant I excused myself. I needed to get our presentation on film for the following day. I could see in Sanjana's eyes that she was not very happy with the arrangement. She didn't say anything though. I comforted her by saying it will not take more than thirty minutes. They only had time to order for a cocktail, and I would be back.
Of course I had already got someone from the hotel to collect the film for me. I therefore went straight to our room and through the communicating door, easily accessed the boss's room. I reached for his laptop and had hardly started copying the required files on my floppy disk when I heard someone coming towards the room.
Taking the laptop with me I hurriedly moved towards the bathroom and closed the door behind me, leaving a small slit so I could see who was coming. I was greatly surprised to see my boss accompanied by my wife Sanjana. They must have got tired waiting for me in the restaurant. I was curious what pretence my boss had used to get Sanjana to accompany him to his room.
I was soon to find out as my boss took out his photo album from his suitcase and started showing Sanjana photos he had taken at various places in the world. Sanjana always wanted to travel and I remember telling my boss about that once.
I could not come out of my hiding, as I had no excuse for being here, doing what I was doing. I therefore watched as he helped her flip through the album. Somehow my boss managed to graze past Sanjana's fingers once or twice as he turned the pages for her.
Though she pretended not to notice I knew she was conscious what he was getting at and that made her nervous. She flipped through the remaining pages quickly, thanked him politely and got up to leave. She obviously did not want to encourage him. The boss got up and tried to get her interested with a painting on the wall of the hotel room. As they exchanged a few words, my boss told her "He won't be back yet. We might as well wait for him here only."
Though visibly uncomfortable, Sanjana could not find anything to say. He moved closer to her and said "We aren't doing anything wrong, are we?"
He was now gently holding at her upper arm, looking straight at her. Sanjana was looking away in an attempt to avoid his eyes on her. He gently lifted her face with his index finger and said: "When a woman blushes it means she is embarrassed or she is angry. Which one are you now?"
His voice was very gentle, like a caress on her, and she blushed some more. He moved his face closer to her and said: "Would it embarrass you more if I go ahead and kiss you?"
This caused Sanjana to react. She moved back and managed to say " We...we...must not do that"
"My husband will be here any moment now," she said in between her breath.
"Had it not been for him you mean..."
“No " she quickly said, seeing her mistake.
"Then why?” he asked.
"You are a flirt. You must have been through this with many women before. I am not like... these women."
“I swear... I am really attracted to you"
“You must be saying this to everyone you meet" she said
“This is one thing that I have never said before"
“What?" she asked.
"This morning when I woke up, first thing I thought of you, of your legs as I saw them yesterday through your skirt...about how I longed to caress them right there. I thought of your mouth...about the way your lips delicately close on each other as you pronounce each word in a sentence...about the blush that appears on your cheeks every time you are embarrassed ...like now"
His words seemed to take her by surprise. He had moved very close, his mouth almost touching her cheeks as he talked. “When your husband asked to have dinner together, I realized it was the last chance I could get to see you once more...to watch your legs as you move up the stairs..."
She was now leaning against the wall, her face turned away from him. The tip of his finger was traveling all over the fine features of her face that offered them to him.
"I really want to kiss you ...even if you are to hate me for that...just one kiss"
It was more than she could resist. Her hesitation was less than half a second. She said:" Just ...just promise you will stop when I ask you"
A shiver went through my spine and all over me.
They were now standing close to the wall, their bodies closing on each other. He was touching her throat with his fingers while caressing her arm with the other hand. She closed her eyes and he bent over her and brushed over her lips. Slowly he kissed her all around her mouth and took her upper lips into his. He continued pressing her until her lips parted. Slowly she responded as he continued kissing her more and more passionately. She moved her hands to his shoulders and opened her mouth to return his kisses.
They greedily went for each other, oblivious to everything around. The sound they made with their mouths could be heard across the room.
For one short instant I thought I should intervene to put an end to all this. Inside of me however, I was not sure not I should do so. I was not sure I had any control over her right then. I felt Sanjana might not obey me. Even if she did, her body wouldn't. It was feverishly responding to him. She herself had no control over it. I therefore resolved myself to watch, not even having the courage to look away.
My boss was now kissing my wife's throat while his hand caress all over her body, coming to rest on her breast as he bent his head further to start sucking on it through her clothes.
There was a sharp knock at the door. She was the first to move away, still short of breath. As she leaned to the wall, he went to the door. In came the hotel boy with the two cocktails they had ordered back there in the restaurant. He placed the trolley inside and left.
For a few seconds the two of them just stayed there. My wife Sanjana had started to regain composure. She seemed embarrassed to have let herself go. She started moving towards the door but he quickly stopped her by holding her arm and getting in front of her.
"We should not have done that "she said.
He looked pleadingly at her. "Wait..."
He moved his hands to hold her waist in an attempt to get prevent her moving away from him. She raised her head to meet his eyes and said: "You promised."
She now had her back to the door.
"Just five minutes” he pleaded, lowering himself to his knees in front of her and holding to her at the waist. His head rested against her belly. Slowly her hands moved to his hair and played with it. She moved her fingers sensually on his eyebrows, his nose, and his lips.
Still kneeling, he kissed her fingers and took it into his mouth. With great care he opened the split of her dress, revealing the whiteness of her legs. Still kneeling before her, he ran his fingers from her calf upwards, slowly... Then he kissed her legs, moved along her leg upward, caressing and kissing ...a thousand kisses.
My wife moved her hands behind her, to grope for a support on the door. Her whole body was shivering and her mouth was slightly open. Suddenly she left a stifled cry "aahhh..." as a tremor went through her whole body with a pulsating sensation in her throat and her breast.
Taking my wife's moan as a cue, my boss rose, lifting her with him and sat her on the bed. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his chest to her. She was now looking straight into his eyes. He then started unzipping his trousers.
I felt my stomach getting dry. This could not be happening, not Sanjana, not my faithful wife. She won't let him, I thought. She isn't going to.
My breath nearly came to a stop when he took out his ****. Sanjana had moved closer to him, and bending her head, cupped the **** within her fingers and kissed it. She then laid herself on the bed, her eyes still fixed on him. She had let it known she was entirely his.
Never in my wildest could I visualize my wife kissing a ****, not even mine. I realized she must have felt it hard against her when he kissed her against the wall. She must have thought about it since. She must have longed for it.
Now my boss needed no further encouragement. He picked up her leg and ran his hand down to her thigh, lifting her dress to reveal her panties. With a swift movement he removed it to get access to her. Kissing her leg as he held it in his arms, he pulled her closer to him and guided his **** inside. He was not wearing a condom. She didn't care. She wanted him inside her urgently; she didn't want him to stop.
With gentle regular thrusts, he got her body moving with his. She arched backwards, her hands holding to the side of the bed, wriggling with each successive thrust. Moans of pleasure escaped from her throat. Her long split dress had been pulled above her knees revealing her legs, shameless, yet lovely like I have never seen them. In fact, with a twinge of pain, I realized that Sanjana looked her most desirable self.
Suddenly my boss stopped his movement and a wave seemed to travel from his body to hers, causing her to arch further backward. Then he started again, this time in faster thrusts, entering her deeper each time. The stifled moans that came from her were now louder, in short bursts.
The sight of my proud and respectful wife experiencing wild pleasure, her legs stretched apart in this man's arm, was one I was not prepared for. The body I always held as sacred was now being invaded and enjoyed like a mere ob
And then it was all over, the wriggling, thrusting, and moaning. Slowly he let her leg fall and he fell on top of her, his **** still inside her. They stayed like that without moving. Then they both got up hurriedly. They quickly made themselves presentable to meet me in the restaurant. He caught her waist and kissed her as they looked into the mirror. Then again just before leaving the room.