For one, Vidya was in a very good mood the whole time she was having these affairs. I guess having a cock that went deep into her pussy for a change can put any woman in a good mood. Second, while she would be having these affairs, she would recount some of the action to me, all the time slapping me as a punishment for being a willing cuckold. Every day I got spanked by her for something or the other. As she said, if I was a cuckold, then I would have to accept my lowly status — hence the slaps and spanking. And as a result of me submitting to her, she would give me a mind blowing sex. Now, as her affairs came to an end, I realized I wasn’t getting much punishment, but the sex remained good.
Of course even as she would spread her legs for me, and I would wiggle my penis around inside of her, I knew she could feel the difference between my little weenie and a real baby maker like Ramu or Balachandra. Still, I was just glad she was allowing me to deposit my cum in her at all, even as she had access to other monster cocks. Later on, as I would lie in bed, my balls completely drained, Vidya would snuggle, give me a deep kiss and tell me that I was the best husband in the world. It would make my day just to hear her say that.
That had some time ago, and our life had gone back, as I said, to some semblance of normal in the last couple of months. For a change, I was the only one enjoying my wife in bed. Yes, sometimes Vidya did take Ramu’s or Balachandra’s name during sex, and at other times she confessed sometimes when the doorbell would ring she would hope it was one of them, but overall she was content to just be my wife and a one-man-woman for a change.
It was all to change quite suddenly. One fine day the Chairman of the Board of Directors of our company, Mr. Sarun, came down to see me in my office.
Now, as I said before, he was also the CEO of the company. Ethically, as they will teach you in business management, the same person should not be occupying both of those positions. But then, this is India, and the company was doing well on the stock market, so no one complained.
Now my position at this time was that of a Senior Lead Engineer, but that just meant I was an important employee of the company and very well paid — but nevertheless a mere employee. There were other Lead Engineers of other projects, and I occasionally reported to Mr. Sarun, but mostly to my immediate superior. Yes, I was a rising star in the company, and managing bigger and bigger projects every day, but still — I was a mere employee. I owned nothing of the company beyond some few measly common stocks.
The common stock was what most companies sold in the stock market. It allowed investors and individuals to buy and trade stock in the company and make profit (or loss), and share in the dividends. However this stock did not give them much voting rights. The company belonged primarily to a rich family who controlled 90% of the preferred stocks. The preferred stock allowed them to overrule all other shareholders if they wished, and gave them tremendous power in the company. They sat on the Board, and the Chairman was the patriarch of the family, Mr. Hemant Sarun. Unlike most of us Indians, he went by his last name, so he was known simply to us employees as Mr. Sarun. He had appointed himself as the CEO as well, so he had full control of the company, despite it being a public one.