My boss then dropped the bombshell.
“I want you to bring her to me.”
“Sir?!”
Mr. Sarun now stood up. “Rajesh, my boy, as you know, I have a big palatial house in Calcutta. This weekend, and for a week, you two are to be my guests. My secretary will book you on an afternoon flight on Saturday. You will be at my place by the evening, and leave the following Sunday. I trust that won’t be a problem?”
I didn’t say anything, as he continued. I noticed that there was a bulge in his crotch area as he spoke. It was clear that he was aroused by Vidya.
“I haven’t fucked a high class pussy in a while. Rajesh, my boy, if you know what’s good for you, you better prepare your wife before you guys get there. Otherwise, you can start looking for a new job on Monday.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Rajesh.” My boss laughed. “Don’t be so miserable. I should be mad at you. Chasing and seducing a married woman is always a challenge, but that’s the thrill. Yet here you are, a willing cuckold, gifting your wife to me. The least that you can do for me is ensure your wife is a good lay.”
Dinner, when I got home, was a somber affair. I recounted to Vidya all the gory details of what had transpired in the office, and she listened with a solemn look.
“This is crazy!” She lashed out once I finished. “This is blackmail!”
“Yes, dear, I know!”
“I mean,” Vidya continued. “It’s one thing when I willingly allow another man to have sex with me and cuckold you, darling. You like that kind of thing. You get your jollies watching me have sex with another man, and I get to enjoy a real cock for a change. We were all consenting adults in my affairs with Ramu, or with Balachandraji, except that they didn’t know you knew. They all were thinking we were doing it behind your back.”
“Yes, dear.”
“This … this is wrong! This is pure blackmail. I am not going to allow another man to fuck me, to abuse me, to have my pussy, against my will.”
“Yes, dear.”
We debated our options. I could of course leave the job. That meant leaving one of the best jobs in the country in a down economy. With Mr. Sarun’s connections, I had no doubt he would make it hard for me to find another similar job again soon. Moreover, I told Vidya that Mr. Sarun had left an implicit threat that he would forward the video to some of our closest relatives and friends. In the end, like all important decisions in our marriage, I left the choice to Vidya.
“Let’s sleep on it.” Vidya decided. “I will take a decision tomorrow.”
“Yes, dear.”
I was under the impression that she would be too angry to do anything but sleep, but Vidya always managed to surprise me. She had me strip, and then we had sex. I didn’t even have to lick her or finger her — she was really wet. I of course didn’t last long, my cock was already hard thinking about Vidya with my boss, but I managed to hold out until Vidya had mercy and allowed me to cum. I squirted my spunk into her.
“I will do it.” Vidya decided, once we were snuggling after sex. “Your boss is an old man. Just how many times can he bang me in a week? My pussy can handle an old man, dear.”