My Affair with my Boss’s Wife

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I work at a corporation. One day, I was leaving my flat and saw my boss, who is a friendly man. When I saw him, he was happy as his car was in trouble. I offered him a ride on my bike. While I was starting my bike, I saw him waving to someone.

When I looked, it was his wife. She is much younger than he, around the mid-30s, a short, slightly chubby woman. She resembled an actress from the South.

Boss: “That’s my wife, Nithya. She is also from Kerala. You know.”

Me: “Wow, that’s nice to know that. Let’s go.”

That day I spent all the time thinking about her. To be honest, I didn’t do much that day except for thinking about her. I didn’t see the time as well. I was daydreaming about her. Suddenly, I heard a tap on the desk. It was my boss.

Boss: “Let’s finish work today and go home.”

Me: “I didn’t see the time, Sir. Let’s go.”

My boss was a chill guy. He doesn’t forcefully ask us to do overtime or force targets on us. When we reached the flat. My boss asked if I was coming to have a cup of tea as a thank you. I said OK. I wanted to see her once more. I didn’t want to waste the time.

Nithya opened the door. She was wearing a red blouse and a white saree. Her hair was wet. The hair had not dried enough. The hair made the saree wet just above her waist. I could see water droplets around her back as well. She is white in colour, and that made it more beautiful.

Nithya came in with a cup of coffee. My boss went in to change. Through her saree, I could see her cleavage when she kneeled to give me tea. I couldn’t resist looking at it. She saw me looking. At that moment, she smiled at me. I was shocked at the same time, aroused.

My boss walked in, and suddenly I took the glass and she went back to the kitchen. We chatted for a while, and later I went to my flat. The minute I entered my flat, I masturbated thinking about her. I know that my flat has a clear view of their kitchen and bedroom.

At night, I wanted to do something. Today, if I didn’t do something, the thing we had wouldn’t work, so I knew I had to do something. I waited, I was looking at their flat, and I saw her coming to the kitchen. I wanted her to see me. I also noticed that my boss was busy with the laptop in the bedroom.

She saw me looking and smiled. I waved at her. She looked shocked but waved back. I pointed my hand at the terrace. She asked why with her hand. I pleaded with my hand. She said ok.

I rushed to the terrace. At night, no one was allowed on the terrace. But I had connections with the watchman as we used to drink there sometimes. So he had given me a spare key. Nithya, at that time, had already changed into a nightdress.

Nithya slowly came to the terrace. When Nithya came, I pulled her in and closed the door.

Nithya: “What are you doing?”

Me: “I don’t know what I am doing. But I know you also want this.”

I pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. She was shocked for a second. Then pushed me away. She stood there in shock for some time and said, “I will think about this, but not today. And promise me you don’t tell my husband. I don’t know what happened to me when you came. Don’t force me, please.”

I understood what she meant. I apologised, and she went back home. The next day, my boss was late to work. But came, I was afraid, but nothing happened. Since he was late to work, he stayed overtime. When I went to sign the register, my boss said, “Please tell my wife that I will be late for 2 hours.”

I nodded. When I got home, I changed my dress and looked at the watch. I still have about an hour and 15 minutes. I looked at the car park. My boss had not come yet. I walked to his flat. I rang the bell. Nithya opened the door. She looked at me in a naughty way, then asked, “What?”

Me: “He told me to say that he will be late for another hour.”

Nithya: “Want to come in. I have time to think. If you are coming in, don’t leave your chappal outside.”

I knew she was horny and had something to do with my boss being late. I obeyed her. She asked, “What do you like most about me?”

I looked at her eyes and closed the door. And kissed her eyes. Nithya, “What about my lips?” I kissed her lips.

Nithya, “I was about to take a shower before my husband comes.”

She walked into the bathroom. While walking, she removed her clothes one by one. I followed her. She turned on the shower. I hugged her from behind and started kissing her bareback. And pulled her chin behind and kissed her.

The water drips through our naked bodies. Her finger slipped between the wet folds of her flesh. She cupped one of her breasts, squeezing her already swollen nipple hard between two fingers. She was feeling the familiar electric ripples of pleasure racing through her as if wired directly to her pussy.

She moved slowly, her fingers tracing lazy circles around it, careful not to press too hard too soon in case she gave in to her physical needs. Passion and pleasure build inside me, overflowing from my motions into her.

We moan and gasp and cry out as our bodies move together. Fucking in the shower, our bodies moving with less control and restraint, more aligned with our desire. I grab her harder and lean into you, biting your shoulder as I stifle my own cry of pleasure, thrusting into her.

She felt my cock burst, and her body responded in kind. We make a hot and wet mess and stand there for a bit just catching our breath. She reached her hand back and ran it along my head. I kiss along her shoulder and up her neck, slowly planting more kisses on the side of your face before sliding out of her.

We looked each other in the eyes. We cleaned ourselves. Nithya said, “I thought about it, and we will have this once a month.” Only I walked out of the shower. Changed my dress. I agreed. But the desire of hearts made this into a regular affair. Stay tuned for more. Don’t forget to write to me.