Previous Part: Sinful Lust: Husband’s Boss – Part 1
Amogh was standing outside the bedroom door the entire time. As soon as Karan left the house, Amogh shut the door and ran into the bedroom. With a look of worry, he asked me what had happened.
I was still overwhelmed by what had happened with Karan in the room. It took me a while to come to my senses. Amogh, meanwhile, was impatiently waiting.
Amogh: Meera, what happened? What did Karan say? Tell me.
Me: Nothing. He just wanted to make sure I fully consented to it. He then assured me that he would ensure that the financial blunder by you was resolved.
For some reason, I did not want to share the full details of what Karan said and did with my husband.
Amogh: That’s it? Nothing else? You were in here for so long
Hearing that, I thought, ‘However long it was, it wasn’t enough.’ I quickly thought about what to tell Amogh.
Me: Yeah. That’s all. Once I said I was agreeable to the arrangement, he wanted to know when it would happen. We discussed it and decided on Saturday night. Then he opened the door and left.
Me: (a few seconds of pause later) Oh yeah, Karan also insisted that I put some effort into making it a memorable night. He wants me to visit a parlour and groom myself. Wear something sexy and generally be seductive the entire night. So, I will have to do all this.
Even though Karan said no such things, I wanted to do all that. I didn’t want Amogh to realise I now lusted for Karan. So, whatever I was planning on my own, I just gave Karan’s instructions as the reason.
Considering that Amogh was the reason we were in this situation, he didn’t even protest with any of them. He just resigned to the fact that it was happening.
Ever since Karan left, I could not get the thought of him out of my mind. I felt a tingling sensation every time I thought of his touch. Without my knowledge, my hand would touch the part of my cheek where he had kissed. I was completely lost in Karan’s thoughts.
I began counting down the time to Saturday night. It was less than 48 hours, but each passing hour felt like a year. I was upset with myself that I said Saturday night and not Friday night. But then, I also thought that the extra time gave me a chance to prepare.
I was absent-minded regarding everything else for the next couple of days. Amogh thought it was due to the shock of the recent events, and I didn’t correct him.
After Amogh went to work on Friday, I spent the entire day making plans for Saturday night and deciding what to wear. I completely ignored the rest of the house chores and the errands. I thought about how I would approach Karan and what I would do to please him. I mapped out every action of mine.
In the end, I had a full plan in my head and decided on my attire and accessories. Happy with my choices, I gave a break to my thoughts of Karan and went about the pressing house chores.
Amogh came home, and I tried to hide my excitement about the next day. I was avoiding Amogh not to let my excitement slip. But he thought I was angry with him and kept trying to pacify me. I actually felt bad for him, but I maintained the character.
If he got to know how I felt about this whole situation, he would get upset and possibly jeopardise our marriage. A while later, a thought crossed my mind. I wanted to ask Karan what he wanted for dinner. But I didn’t have his phone number and didn’t want to ask Amogh.
So, I took his phone and got Karan sir’s number without his knowledge. I then typed a message to Karan saying, ‘Hello Karan. This is Meera Shukla. Amogh’s wife. I was wondering about tomorrow night. What time would you be coming, and what do you want for dinner?
I read the message about 10 times. I hoped I was not too forward, but at the same time, it would convey my excitement. I then sent it. I spent the next few minutes staring at my mobile screen, waiting for a reply. Amogh walked into the kitchen and asked what I was doing, staring at the phone.
I quickly shut the phone and told him it was nothing. Amogh once again thought I was worried about the recent events and tried to comfort me and raise my spirits. I smiled at him and told him I would be okay. He then went back into the living room.
A few minutes later, I heard the message notification on my phone. I rushed to check if it was from Karan. It indeed was.
The reply said, ‘Hello, Meera dear. I am elated to receive a text from you. I will reach around 9 PM. As long as you are on the menu, I don’t care about anything else. Kissing emoji. Anything else, sweetheart?
As I read the reply, I started to blush. I became flush with excitement. I stood there and read that reply 100 times. Each time pausing at the words dear and sweetheart and the emoji. Finally, I replied to it.
The message said, ‘Nothing else. Can’t wait for tomorrow night. If you require anything, please let me know.’ Heart emoji. He replied instantly, saying, ‘Just you.’ Kissing emoji
I was filled with joy reading that. I stared at it for 10 long minutes. Later, I erased the chat so that Amogh would not chance upon it.
I then got about preparing dinner and finishing up the chores. We ate dinner in silence once again. Amogh was uncomfortable broaching that topic, and I was lost in my thoughts about Karan. We then went to bed.
However, my excitement got the better of me. I found it very difficult to fall asleep. My mind was filled with thoughts about the previous night’s encounter and the next day’s possibilities. I was restless, lying on the bed. Finally, at some point post-midnight, I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up bright and early the next morning. I was filled with excitement and anticipation. I started counting down the time left with every passing minute. I quickly got ready and started with my errands. I was bustling the entire morning.
Amogh, who got up later, seemed confused at my behaviour. To not raise any suspicion, I curbed my enthusiasm, at least on the outside. I tried to avoid Amogh as much as I could.
While having breakfast, I told Amogh that I had fixed an appointment at the parlour in the afternoon. He just nodded his head. You could sense that he was unhappy with the arrangement, but at the same time, he was helpless. We avoided further mentioning that topic for the rest of the morning.
I then prepared a quick lunch and prepared the house for the night. First I cleaned the bedroom and put fresh sheets on the bed. I put up fresh flowers and lit candles all around the bedroom.
By the time I was done with the bedroom, it was time for my parlour appointment. I was about to leave when Amogh told me that I was yet to have my lunch. In all the excitement, I hadn’t even realised I had skipped lunch. I told him that I was running late and left.
At the parlour, the attendant asked me what I wanted to get done. I picked their platinum package, which included a full body wax, hair spa, deep exfoliation, mani-pedi, facial and threading.
The attendant asked me if it was a special occasion. I nodded my head. It was indeed a special occasion. She then commented that my husband was a lucky man. I thought to myself if only she knew that my husband’s boss was getting lucky tonight. A naughty smile ran across my face at the thought of it.
At the end of the session, the attendant had done a wonderful job. I had a radiant look, and my sexy body was ready for Karan. On my way back, I stopped at the supermarket to pick up some items. I picked up a box of strawberries, some dark chocolate and a can of whipped cream.
It was 6.30 PM when I reached home. I still had over 2 hours before Karan arrived. I cleaned, washed and dried the strawberries. Then I melted the dark chocolate and dipped the strawberries in it. I put the dark chocolate-covered strawberries in the fridge.
I checked all the arrangements and was about to get dressed when Amogh called me to talk. I was in a hurry and didn’t want to waste time, but I nevertheless went and sat next to him.
Amogh: Meera, I’m sorry about all that has happened. Because of my blunder, you have to go through this torture. I hope you can forgive me. I know you have been pissed at me since that day. And tonight, with Karan coming, I don’t know what to say. All I can do is apologise. I will ensure that I never put you in this position again.
Although these were my initial reactions and emotions, I had changed my heart since the interaction with Karan. I no longer considered what was happening to my torture. I was looking forward to the night with Karan.
But, I obviously couldn’t let Amogh know all this. Even though I was excited about it, I had to hide it. I put on a facade.
Me: I know you’re sorry about what you did and the events happening because of it. And I’m sorry I have not been normal with you these past few days. All this is too much for me. I have been trying to make peace with all that is happening.
I tried to sound sad and hurt. I spoke in a low voice and even got a few tears rolling down my eyes. Amogh, who saw this, fell for my act and tried to console me. He hugged me and asked me to be brave and strong. He assured me that it would all end soon.
Even though I lusted for Karan now, I was married to Amogh. And it is with him that I have to spend my entire life. So, I thought about how best to ensure that Amogh doesn’t realise that I am lusting for Karan.
Me: Amogh, you know I love you, right? But, for Karan to be satisfied tonight, I must do things that may hurt you. I request you not take them to heart. Try to forget all about it somehow. I apologise to you in advance if my actions tonight will hurt you. Please don’t be angry with me.
Amogh: Meera, you have nothing to apologise for. It is because of me that we are in this mess. I will not hold anything against you, whatever may happen tonight. Don’t be silly. You’re doing this for us. How can I ever be upset with you for it
Amogh: I love you, Meera. I’ll forever be grateful to you for what you’re doing to save me, save us. Don’t you worry. This is not your fault.
Me: Oh, Amogh. You’re so understanding. Thank you. I love you too. Let’s get this done and move on.
We hugged each other once more. Happy that my future with my husband is secure despite whatever might follow, I went to the bedroom to prepare. I was glad Amogh called me for a talk. Now that I have warned him, I can enjoy the night without inhibitions or keep a facade of not enjoying it.
Amogh will think that my enjoyment is a facade when it will be the reality. First, I went to the bathroom, splashed cold water over my face and washed my arms. I wiped them dry with a towel. Standing in front of the mirror, I marvelled at my beauty.
I then removed my mangalsutra and wedding ring and placed them in the cupboard. I was going to be Karan’s for the night and didn’t want any symbol of being Amogh’s wife on me. I removed all my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror.
I ran my hands all over my smooth skin and body. I once again marvelled at my sexy body. I moisturised my entire body. I then removed all the articles of clothing and accessories that I had picked out the previous day and laid them on the bed. I then started dressing up and getting ready.
First, I slipped into a sexy lingerie set. It was a polyester and spandex blend, floral lace embroidery bra and panty set. It was navy blue. The bra had an underwire, which pushed up my breasts.
I decided to wear a designer saree for the night. I had picked a navy blue Georgette saree with full sequence work and a silver-coloured deep neck, sleeveless and backless blouse. I first wore a saree shapewear of a matching colour.
Unlike a petticoat, the shapewear stuck to my body, accentuating my figure. I wore a blouse. The blouse covered my bra, and the neck was so deep that my cleavage was visible. Next, I draped the saree. I set the pallu so that it only covered my left boob.
I sat down to apply makeup. First, I painted my nails and toenails with matt black nail polish. I waited for a few minutes for it to dry. Then, I moved on to applying makeup to my face. I decided to keep it simple because my face was already radiating due to the facial.
I applied eye makeup with kajal and mascara. I also applied a silver smokey eye shadow matching the colour of my blouse. I then applied blood-red lipstick. I didn’t want to accessorise over as they would get in the way of lovemaking.
I had picked out a pair of sapphire studs for the ears and a matching blue stone studded party ring. I wore it on my right hand. I then brushed my hair and set them over my right shoulder. The hair sat perfectly over the top of my boob. I looked at myself once again in the mirror.
I looked perfect. I was sure that Karan would be immensely pleased with my appearance. Finally, I slipped a pair of black coloured stilettos on my feet. I then sprayed Victoria’s secret body mist on my body and walked out of the bedroom.
Amogh was sitting in the living room. He saw me come out of the room, and his jaw dropped. I was overjoyed with his reaction. It meant that my choices had worked their magic. Amogh’s look of astonishment quickly turned to worry.
Amogh: Meera, you look stunning. I’m so upset about what is about to happen
Me: So am I, Amogh. But what other choice do we have?
I tried to put on a facade of being sad. Amogh, on the other hand, was genuinely upset. At that very moment, a thought crept into my mind.
Me: Amogh darling, I know it’s going to be a difficult night for you to watch your wife be with your boss. If you want to go out, I can understand. I will call you once it’s done.
Amogh: Meera, it surely will be difficult for me. But my discomfort is nothing compared to what you will experience. Don’t worry. I won’t go anywhere. I will be with you the entire time.
My plan had failed. I wanted to have complete privacy with Karan. But Amogh didn’t want to leave us alone for other reasons. I didn’t want to push it further lest he gets any doubts. So, I nodded.
Me: Thank you, honey. That means a lot. I love you. Please try not to worry about it.
Amogh: Don’t worry, Meera. I will always love you. You, please relax and don’t get scared
I unknowingly smirked at Amogh’s last remark. Scared? I was excited. I was going to enjoy the experiences of the night to the fullest. Just as these thoughts crossed my mind, the doorbell rang. Amogh got up to answer the door, but I stopped him.
Me: Let me open the door. It’s me that he wants.
I did not wait for Amogh to respond. I walked up to the main door, composed myself and opened it.
As the door flung open and my eyes fell on Karan, I was filled with a warm sensation. I struck a sexy pose for him and winked at him. Karan’s jaw dropped looking at me, and he gave a naughty smile and a nod of approval.
He was wearing a maroon shirt and black pants. He had folded up the sleeves till his forearm. He was wearing formal shoes. He had styled his beard and was looking very handsome. He stepped into the house, and I locked the door after him.
He had brought a bottle of wine which he handed to me. He walked into the living room, and I followed. Amogh greeted Karan, and Karan Karan sir reciprocated.
I asked Karan to sit while I poured the wine into glasses. I went into the kitchen, uncorked the bottle of wine and poured it into 3 wine glasses. I took the three wine glasses to the living room. Amogh and Karan had taken their usual places on the sofa.
I placed the wine glasses on the coffee table and returned to the kitchen to bring the dark chocolate-dipped strawberries and whipped cream. By the time I returned, Amogh and Karan had taken a glass of wine each and were drinking it.
I placed the strawberries and cream on the coffee table and picked up my glass of wine. This time, however, I didn’t sit on the single-seater sofa. But instead went and sat down next to Karan on the triple seater and turned to face him.
From the corner of my eye, I could see that Amogh was shocked by this, and his whole body stiffened. Karan, on the other hand, was overjoyed by my boldness. He raised his wine glass, and I met it with mine. Both of us said cheers and took a sip of the wine while looking into each other’s eyes.
Amogh was sitting on the sidelines, visibly agitated. After a few sips of wine, I picked up a chocolate-covered strawberry, dipped it in the whipped cream and placed it halfway in my mouth. I then brought my face towards Karan. Sir opened his mouth and wrapped it around the strawberry.
Our lips brushed against each other as he bit into the strawberry. The both of us started chewing our respective portions. A few drops of strawberry juice were trickling down from Karan’s lips on his beard. With my right index finger, I wiped the juice from Karan sir’s lips and beard.
He put the finger into my mouth, and I sucked on it. There was a lot of sexual tension between us. It was getting very hot. Karan shifted his wine glass from his right hand to his left. He then put his right arm around me and pulled me even closer to him.
The right side of his body and the left side of my body was almost glued together. Sir was running his hand over my hand. I loved the way his hands felt on my skin. I placed my left hand on Karan’s thigh. Karan tilted his head towards me and took a deep breath.
He said, “You smell wonderful, Meera.” I blushed at his compliment. Amogh was watching all this with his eyes wide open. He had barely taken a few sips of his wine.
I noticed Amogh’s frustration and genuinely felt bad for him. I thought it would be better if he didn’t witness our romance and intimacy. So, I decided to take Karan into the bedroom, away from Amogh’s view.
I quickly finished my glass of wine and kept the empty glass on the coffee table. I then stood up to go towards the bedroom. But before I could take a single step, Karan pulled me towards himself. Before I realised what had happened, I was sitting on Karan’s lap.
He took a big gulp of wine and finished his glass. He then dropped the empty glass on the sofa. With his right hand, which was now free, he ran his fingers through my hair and traced the outline of my figure. I was getting turned on by this.
Amogh, just sitting a mere few feet away from all this, was turning red in frustration. He had made a fist out of his hand and was banging on the sofa. I was caught between two minds. To enjoy the moment with Karan or to worry about Amogh’s feelings.
But then I gave into my primal instincts and focused on Karan. I ran my fingers through Karan sir’s hair. I then unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. With my eyes, I asked Karan sir to go to the bedroom. He smiled at me and nodded.
I stood up and started walking towards the bedroom. I knew Karan was watching me, so I swayed my hips with every step, enticing him. Seeing this, Karan jumped up from the sofa and started following me. Amogh, too stood up and started to walk behind us.
I entered the bedroom and started lighting the candles. Karan soon followed me inside and closed his door, leaving Amogh outside. You could see he was pacing outside the door by his shadow, which kept moving.
Finally, it was just Karan and me. As I was lighting the candles, Karan removed his shoes. He then started unbuttoning his shirt and removing it. His upper body was clean-shaven. He was well-built and quite muscular.
I finished lighting the candles. I dimmed the lights in the room. The fragrance from the flowers and the candles filled the room. The dim lights created a very romantic vibe in the room.
Karan walked up to me. He took my right hand in his hand and pulled it up to his mouth. He then kissed my right hand. He then started kissing up my arm until he reached my shoulder. He continued planting kisses all along my shoulder and neck.
This story will be continued in the next part.