Previous Part: Sinful Lust: Husband’s Boss – Part 2
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the soft and moist touch of Karan sir’s lips on my skin. With his every kiss, my heart started beating faster. I even let out a tiny squeak when Sir kissed the nape of my neck.
He slowly made his way to my right ear. He nibbled at the ear lobe before whispering into my ear. He said, Meera, are you ready for the experience of a lifetime?
His warm breath on my ear was the last straw. I was getting turned on. I completely submitted to the will of Karan Sir. I whispered back a single word. Yes.
Karan sir put his arm around my waist and pulled me onto him. My face was now buried in his embrace. I could smell the musky odour coming from his bare skin. Karan sir once again whispered, Yes, ‘Sir’. I want you to always address me as ‘sir’.
I thought it was a strange kink to have, but I liked it. I said, Yes, sir.
Hearing this, he patted me on my ass and squeezed my butt cheeks. He said, That’s a good girl.
The next moment, he picked up my face and brought his face closer to mine. Before I could open my eyes and look up, his lips were upon mine. I gave up on the idea of opening my eyes and shutting them once again. His moist lips were puckering on my lips.
I reciprocated it by parting my lips and sucking on his lower lip. We started to make out. He started slowly and picked up the pace. He was a great kisser. I enjoyed this make-out session. Slowly, he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I opened my mouth to let it slither in.
His tongue started to tickle mine. I pushed my tongue against his. We were locked in a french kiss. Our tongues were navigating from my mouth to his and back. It was a very passionate kissing session. We ran our hands all over each other. We kept up with the make-out session for 5-10 minutes.
Meanwhile, Karan sir was feeling my boobs and ass over my saree. He was squeezing them. We only broke apart to catch our breaths. Seconds later, we were at each other again. All the sexual tension between us fueled the passionate make-out session.
By the end of it, I was completely turned on. I had even started to get wet in my vagina. Karan sir had run his hands all over my hair and made a mess. When we broke away from each other, I saw that my lipstick had smudged over his lips and the surrounding area.
I experienced a feeling of conquest seeing my lipstick all over his face. I looked Sir in the eye and gave him a naughty smirk. I took a few steps back away from him. I then twirled around, showing the various angles of my body to Sir.
Me: Karan sir, you never told me how I look. Do you like what you see?
KS: Meera darling, mere words can’t explain how hot and sexy you look. Do I like it? I love it. I have been yearning for this moment with all my heart. Come to me.
He then held out his hand, asking me to go near him. I shook my head sideways. He took one step towards me. I took another step backwards and away from him. He stopped. I stopped. I then removed my pallu from my shoulder and dropped it on the floor. I unhooked my blouse and threw it away.
My boobs were covered only by the lace bra. The top of my juicy breasts and the cleavage were visible. I pushed my chest front and arched my back. I then closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As the breath filled my lungs, my boobs were lifted. I lifted my arms, inviting Karan sir.
Within a fraction of a second, Karan sir pounced upon me. He buried his face in my cleavage and started kissing and licking the top of my boobs. His hands held onto my waist. I let out a moan. I said, “Oh, Karan sir. I am all yours. Take it easy.” I followed it with erotic sounds.
Karan sir was sucking on them so passionately that I knew he had left hickeys all over my chest without seeing them. I held Karan sir’s head with my hands and pushed it into my cleavage. His face was sandwiched between my boobs. His beard was tickling my soft breasts. It was a wonderful sensation.
Karan sir then started making his way down. He started kissing me below my chest, on my stomach and around my navel. This was very erotic. I held onto Karan sir’s hair and pushed him toward my waist. Karan sir grabbed my waist and started sucking on my navel.
I let go of Karan Sir and started running my hands all over my hair. My arousal had reached its peak. I pushed Karan sir back and seductively started to undrape my saree. Without breaking eye contact with Karan Sir, I removed my saree. Next, I stretched the elastic of my shapewear and dropped it on the floor.
I stepped away from the clothes on the floor. I was now just wearing my lingerie and heels. Karan sir came towards me and pushed me against the wall. I felt the cold wall against my skin and flinched. But, he interlocked his fingers with mine and held me against the wall.
He sandwiched me between the wall and himself. He then kissed my neck and continued to kiss me all over my face. We started taking deep breaths as our bodies collided with each other. Because I was wearing heels, Karan sir’s pants bulge was grinding against my crotch.
I freed my right hand from Karan sir’s grip and moved it to feel Karan sir’s bulge. He, however, stopped me and said, “Ladies first.” Saying so, he started to bend down and go down on me. As he made his way down, I started twitching with excitement. I started to moan once again.
Karan sir was running his hands around my thighs and waist and, in one swift motion, pulled down my panty. Instinctively my hands dropped down to cover my pussy. Karan sir looked up at me with a puzzled look. I realised what I had done and said, “Sorry, sir.” I quickly removed my hands revealing my pussy.
Karan sir looked at my clean-shaven, wet, gleaming pussy and said, “Wow, Meera. This is a treasure worth the wait.” He then kissed my pussy. The ends of his moustache and beard tickled my clit and the inner thigh. He then licked my pussy from the bottom to the clit.
KS: I’ll come back to this tasty pussy in a while. Turn around, Meera!
Me: As you say, Sir.
I turned around, facing the wall. I placed my hands on the wall and bent forward a little. I jutted my ass out towards Karan Sir.
KS: Look at that juicy ass.
He gently slapped my butt cheeks.
Me: (giggling) Ahhhh.
KS: You like it when I slap your ass? You naughty girl.
Me: (continuing to enjoy and giggle) I like whatever you do to me, Sir. Aaah. Aaah.
He then started to kiss and bite my ass cheeks. I became more excited. I continued to moan and make erotic sounds. Karan sir stood up and asked me to go to bed and lie down. I once again walked, swaying my hips. I laid down on my back, lifted my legs and pulled them away with my hands.
The only piece of clothing on my entire body was my bra. With my Stilettos pointing up in the air, I invited Karan Sir to my pussy with my eyes. Karan sir promptly came near me, kneeled beside the bed and started eating my pussy.
Karan sir was a seasoned pro at pussy eating. He was doing things to my clit that Amogh had never done before. I could feel an electric pulse through my veins every time Karan sir worked his magic with his tongue on my clit. It was a mix of sucking and tickling my clit.
Mere moments later, I was transported into euphoria by his skills. He started by sucking on my clit. Once it was enlarged and firm, he started to tickle it with his tongue. I was twitching and withering in pure pleasure. My moans grew louder. The erotic sounds I was making reached decibels I had never hit before.
It was complete and utter magic what Karan sir did to my clit. He only used his mouth the entire time. For the first time in my life, I experienced the true pleasure of only oral sex. With just his lips and tongue, Karan sir had me moaning to his tunes.
He would use his tongue to lap up the juices flowing from my pussy and use it as a lubricant along with his saliva when he was pleasuring me. Once he realised I had reached peak arousal and was going to climax, he moved his tongue so fast in an up-down motion over my clit, that I orgasmed soon after.
My moans had grown so loud. By the time I climaxed, Amogh was banging on the bedroom door, calling my name and asking if I was alright.
KS: Ask your husband to be quiet. Or else the neighbours might come looking.
Me: Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I will ask him to be quiet.
I was very annoyed with Amogh. He had disturbed my enjoyment of the orgasm. Karan sir had waited until I climaxed before asking me to talk to him. My legs were still weak from my climax. I managed to walk up to the door. I opened it to find Amogh being frantic.
Me: Why are you shouting and making so much noise? What if the neighbours hear you and come here? What will you tell them then? Please be quiet. Don’t make it more awkward for us.
Amogh: I’m sorry, Meera. I was worried. I heard you shouting and screaming. I just wanted to make sure you are alright.
Me: (softly) Amogh. We are having sex. I have to make these noises. Or else Karan sir will not be pleased. Try and understand. Please don’t make this difficult for us.
The noises I made were all natural and the true reflection of my pleasures. Amogh had never been able to make me moan this way. But, being his wife, I couldn’t let him know that.
Amogh: Yes. I’m sorry, Meera. I’ll be quiet.
Me: Good. Also, stop pacing around the door. It’s creepy. Sit on the sofa.
Amogh: (taken aback and reluctant to move) Okay, Meera. Be careful.
Happy that Amogh had started walking away from the door, I closed the door.
KS: All good? Are we going to get disturbed again?
Me: I’m sorry, Sir. But don’t worry. He’s not going to be bothering us again. Where were we?
With a naughty smirk, I started walking back towards Karan Sir, who was standing by the side of the bed. As I walked, I unclasped the bra and removed it, letting my boobs out.
Karan sir’s hands instinctively grabbed my boobs and started massaging them.
KS: Look at these melons. How wonderful.
He then started sucking on my boobs. He was teasing my nipples with his tongue. My nipples started to get erect. I started to moan once again. The temporary break in arousal dissipated. While Karan sir was sucking and massaging my tits, I unbuckled his pants.
I removed his belt and dropped it on the floor. I then unzipped his pants and pushed them down. Karan sir’s dick had made a tent in his boxers. I pulled down his boxers and saw his genitals for the first time. I was stunned. Karan sir was packing a beast in his pants.
I had only ever seen Amogh’s 5-inch penis. But Karan sir’s dick wasn’t even completely erect and was already as large as Amogh’s. His genital area was clean-shaven and smooth. I put my right hand on my vagina and lathered up my palm with my pussy juices.
Using it as a lubricant, I started to stroke Sir’s penis. I could feel his throbbing dick growing in size and girth with every stroke. For a moment, I was scared about what his dick would do to my pussy. Karan sir had licked, sucked and squeezed my boobs so much that they had turned a deep shade of pink.
My nipples were completely erect. He then held my shoulders and pushed me down, indicating that I sucked his cock. I bent down and kneeled in front of him. My eyes were now level with his crotch. I started to take his 7 inch cock into my mouth.
The saliva from my mouth and the juices from my pussy mixed to form a nice lubricant. I started taking his dick in and out of my mouth. Karan sir had closed his eyes and was enjoying the oral sex he was getting. I had to open my mouth wide and stretch my jaws to accommodate his dick.
With time I started to increase the pace of my mouth fuck. Karan sir held onto my head as the pace of mouth fucking increased. He even started to dictate the pace with his thrusts. I had now started to gag. As soon as I started to gag, Karan sir gave me a moment to catch my breath.
As soon as I took a deep breath, Karan sir started thrusting it again. This continued for a good 3-4 minutes. Finally, Karan sir removed his dick from my mouth. It took me a couple of seconds to catch my breath. I took 2-3 deep breaths.
I finally saw his fully erect dick. It was over 7 inches in length and proportionately wide. I was in complete awe of Sir’s tool. His manhood stood completely erect, basking in its glory. It was gleaming with the lubrication on it. I gave it a couple of final strokes, pulled back the foreskin and got it ready.
Me: Sir, I have never seen such a huge dick before. Please be gentle.
KS: Meera, baby, Don’t worry. You will enjoy every stroke of this dick.
He asked me to lie down on the bed. He then put his saliva on his fingers and massaged my vagina and clit. Thinking about his dick going in and him massaging my pussy, I started to get wet again.
He then brought his dick close to my vagina and started moving the tip of his dick up and down the entrance of my pussy.
Me: Sir, stop teasing me. Fuck my pussy. I want to feel it inside me.
KS: Let me wear a condom first.
He then started looking for his pants. But I wanted Karan sir’s raw dick to bang my pussy.
Me: I’m okay without a condom if you’re okay with it.
I was hoping Karan sir would agree. Karan sir had a look of surprise on his face, which swiftly changed to a look of elation. Without further warning, he held my legs and started pushing his dick into my vagina. Slowly, inch by inch, stroke by stroke, his penis entered my vagina.
My pussy had never experienced such a huge dick. But, it widened to accommodate Sir’s manhood. There was some discomfort early on, but it turned into pleasure swiftly. Once half of his dick had entered my pussy, Sir started to pick up the pace and pushing turned into shoving.
With every thrust, I could feel my entire body vibrate. Sir was making poetry out of his motions. The rhythm and pace were just perfect. I had lost myself in the wonders of Karan sir’s magic once again. My moans started to grow louder. My pleasure increased manifold.
From Sir’s erotic grunts, it was evident that he, too, was enjoying it as much. The momentum of his thrusts had pushed me away from him. So, mid-way through, he held onto my legs and pulled me towards him. When he did this, his dick was inside me.
So, when he pulled me, his dick went deeper than ever before, and I screamed a little. I was thoroughly enjoying the sex. The bedroom was filled with erotic sounds and moans.
Me: Sir, fuck me. Oh, fuck me. Yes. That’s right. Aaaahh. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh fuck. That’s right. Right there. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
I was clutching the bedspread and twitching all around. The moans and shouts kept getting louder. We kept going in that position for another 5 minutes. I thought to myself, if it were Amogh, we would have been done by now. But Karan sir wasn’t.
He pulled out his dick and asked me to change positions. He asked me to get on all fours on the bed, doggy style. I did as I was told. I was now facing the door. Karan sir got behind me. He spanked me a couple of times and massaged my clit from behind.
I let out small shrieks as his hands slapped my buttcheeks. He then pulled my buttcheeks apart and thrust his dick into my vagina. The sudden thrust took me by surprise, and I screamed. But the pain went away as soon as it came. And now Karan sir was shoving his dick in and out.
A few seconds into it, the door flung open, and Amogh stood in front of us with a worried look. He had heard the scream and came barging in. In my excitement, I had forgotten to lock the door after sending Amogh away.
But as soon as he saw his wife, completely naked, getting railed from behind by his boss, he looked away. He shut the door and went away without a word. At that moment, I felt very bad for him. But Karan sir’s magic made me forget about it the next moment. I went back to enjoying the fucking.
We kept fucking in that position for some more time. The moans and grunts grew loud. Erotic sounds filled the room. Karan sir was also rubbing my clit while fucking me. I was pushed to the edge of my arousal and was about to climax.
Me: I’m about to cum. Sir. Faster. Yes Sir. Yes. Faster.
Ks: Hang in there, Meera. Just a little longer.
And with that, he picked up the pace. Around 30 seconds later, both of us climaxed. The orgasm hit me so hard that I completely lost all sense of my surroundings and fell flat on the bed. Karan sir, too, lost his balance and fell on top of me.
His dick was still inside my pussy. It squirted out his load and filled my pussy. The warm ejaculation was soothing my stretched pussy. 5-6 pumps later, his dick slowly became small and slipped out. We stayed in that position for a few minutes till we could catch our breaths.
Karan Sir then kissed me and thanked me for a wonderful time.
Me: Sir, I should thank you for giving me the best sex of my life. But we still have the entire night left.
KS: Let’s eat something first. I’m famished.
Karan sir got up to wear his pants. I took Sir’s shirt and wore it before he did. He smiled and nodded. We went out of the room to have dinner. I was only wearing his maroon shirt, and he was wearing his pants. Amogh was sitting on the sofa with a frustrated look and the wine bottle in hand.
I called him for dinner, but he said he wasn’t hungry. He didn’t even look up. I felt bad for him, but I didn’t want to dampen my mood after such an exhilarating fuck session. So, I pushed those thoughts of pity to the back of my mind and had dinner with Karan Sir.
After dinner, we went back into the room. We had sex twice more throughout the night. We weren’t disturbed by Amogh anymore. We finally fell asleep by around 4 AM in each other’s embrace, butt naked.
Around 7 AM, I was woken up by some noise. As I opened my eyes, I saw Karan sir wearing his clothes. I looked at him with a kinky expression.
Me: Leaving so soon, Sir?
KS: Yes, honey. Have to be somewhere by 9 AM.
Me: When can we do this again, sir?
KS: Whenever you want. But I don’t think your husband will take it well.
Me: He doesn’t need to know.
I winked at him, saying that. He understood and nodded his head. I put on a nightie and walked Sir out of the house. I kissed him goodbye, and he left.
I walked into the living room to see Amogh lying on the sofa with an empty bottle of wine on the floor. I figured that seeing his wife like that had taken a toll on him.
I stirred him awake. He woke up all groggy and hungover. He looked at me and suddenly looked away. I was taken aback. I reminded him about the talk we had the previous night. He then apologised and said he wasn’t upset with me but needed some time.
I understood and agreed to give him some time to get back to normal. But, I had more pressing issues that needed addressing.
Me: Can you please go to the pharmacy and bring me an i-pill?
Amogh: You didn’t use protection?
Me: Karan sir did not want to.
It was me who had insisted on Karan sir going in raw. But I didn’t want any Amogh to know that. He sighed and went to get me an i-pill.
It took Amogh about a fortnight before he could normally look me in the eye and touch me. A month later, we finally had sex again without any issues. As far as Amogh is concerned, it was a one-time thing, and we both have moved on from it.
But in reality, Karan sir and I have been having an affair ever since. Karan sir comes home at times when Amogh is at work. Other times, when he wants extended time with me, he sends Amogh on work trips out of town.
This has been going on for over 6 months now. Next week, Amogh is going to Delhi for a conference and workshop, which is for 5 days. I can’t wait to spend all that time with Karan Sir without inhibitions.
Karan sir has fulfilled my lust and desires. I am very grateful for the blunder Amogh committed at work. That has led me down this road of sinful lust. Karan Sir even approved a company record increment for Amogh.
This was the story of Meera Shukla and her sinful lust for her husband’s boss Karan Shukla. Hope you all like it and enjoy it as much as I did telling it. Please leave your feedback in the comments below or write to me at [email protected].