When My Boss Offered His Wife – Part 5

It’s been months now. Oryntal’s stock dipped every week, its reputation eroding. The boardroom was a battleground, with desperate calls to investors and the fear that the company was slipping. Oryntal was bleeding.

Then, out of nowhere, Roshan’s firm made their move. They grab the opportunity, one with a concrete plan. So bold, so perfect, that could have made Oriental shine again.

The board was stunned. And there it is, a giant firm like Oryntal got merged with Roshan’s firm. The media flashed across, showing Roshan’s firm as the unexpected saviors.

In all these days, things were not good for me either. There was a lot of pressure on my superiors as

Oryntal was failing. I hardly have any weekends to enjoy, as all the leaves have been cancelled. But now everything looks like it’s finished with Oryntal, I finally took a leave to meet my filthy Simran.

Everything was over with Oriental. No more boardroom bullshit, no more stress. Just me, Simran, and a day off to do whatever the hell we wanted.

We spent the morning shopping, her teasing me in the dressing room, flashing in front of me every time she tried something new. By afternoon, we were driving.

It was a beautiful countryside road, and we were in the car, windows down, music loud. My hand was resting on her thigh. Then I saw it, a quiet lake, no one around, just trees and water and all silence.

I stopped the car, pulled the handbrake, and saw in Simran’s eyes. She understood what was cooking in my mind. She just looked at me, licked her lips, and said, “Finally.”

I grabbed her by her throat before she could move. I asked a question by pulling her toward me. “You’ve been begging for this all day, haven’t you?”

She laughed and replied. “Fuck yeah. Now shut up and do something about it.”

I yanked her out of the car by turning her around. As we came out, I pressed her against the hood.
The metal was still warm from the sun, and she arched her back, grinding against me.

I was sliding my hand to lift her dress, while my other hand kept pressing her on the hood. “You’re such a filthy slut for this,” I stated.

She demanded like a slut, “Then fuck me like one.”

I didn’t hesitate. I ripped her panties aside, then unzipped my chain. When I drew my cock outside and placed it on her pussy, as soon as she felt my dick, she suddenly turned to me.

“What?” I shouted.

She stared at me and gave a surprised reaction. “What the fuck!”

Then she stepped back and opened the back door. “You’re fucking insane. We’re not doing this outside like some animals. Get in here.”

She crawled into the backseat and parted her legs. Her ass was in the air. “Come on, now show me what you’ve got before I change my mind.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I climbed in after her. I gripped her thighs with my hands and pulled her to me in the right position. She was still wet from earlier. I lined up again, ready to jerk my dick.
“You want it rough?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah, but not where anyone can see you losing control. Haha,” she stated.

I replied Like, not an issue for me, “Your loss.”

Then I slammed into her, hard and deep. She cried out, her fingers were digging at the seat as I started fucking her, fast and brutal. The car was shaking with every thrust.

“Harder, Fuck me like you mean it,” she begged.

I obliged, my hips slamming into hers. “Take it, take every fucking inch,” I ordered. My hand was in her hair, yanking her head back. She did. Her body shook. I fucked her like I owned her.

We didn’t stop there. I flipped her onto her back, her legs wrapped around my waist. I didn’t waste time. I grabbed her thighs again and continued to fuck.

“You like that? You like being my little fucktoy?” I asked her, intentionally digging my fingers in her thighs.

“Yes. Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her head hitting the door when I was thrusting hard.

I leaned down to lick and bite her neck. I took some hard bites, hard enough to leave a mark. I was about to cum right there. When I was about to pull out, my head slammed into the roof because of some last desperate jerks.
“Fuck!” I cried out while rubbing my head.

Simran burst out laughing. “Serves you right for being so damn tall.”

I stared at her; she was smiling softly. She sat up, her fingers were rubbing the head where it’s hurt. “Next time, we’re getting a bigger car.”

I laughed back. “Or we just stay in bed.”

She bit my shoulder. “Where’s the fun in that?”

And just like that, the game was back on. We came back home. We freshen up. After a quick, cold shower, we were in the bedroom. Her body was just wrapped in a towel. She sat on the edge of the bed while I stayed in my boxers.

She sat cross-legged and lit a cigar between her fingers, exhaling smoke lazily. I lay back, my head resting on her thigh. Her fingers used to comb through my hair. The silence between us is comfortable.

Then, the door opened without a knock. Roshan stood in the doorway. He was in a dark suit. He looked nothing like the broken man we saw before. There was no sign of the drunk or failure.

He walked in, his eyes passed over our half-dressed state without emotion.

He crossed the room, snatched the cigar from Simran’s hand, and took a long drag. Then he sat heavily in the large leather armchair near the foot of the bed. He crossed one leg over the other, rested his foot on the edge of the mattress, directly facing us.

He exhaled a long vapor of smoke and was looking directly at me while exhaling. He was confident and dangerously calm. “Congratulations, Nikhil. You’re being promoted to Director of the Analytics Division. Effective immediately.”

Listening to this, shock and joy hit me. I climbed up and pulled Simran with me. We embraced wildly, laughing into each other’s necks.

“You did it!” Simran proudly said into my ear.

I broke the hug, smiling foolishly at Roshan. “Sir, I…I don’t know what to say. This is incredible!”

Roshan waited patiently to let the celebration die down. He took another drag of the cigar till the silence fell again. His eyes were comforted. “And by the way, I’m now CEO,” he continued while flicking the ash.

Simran and I both froze again. Simran’s jaw dropped. She looked from Roshan to me. She was in shock, “CEO? Roshan, are you joking?”

I was equally stunned. I couldn’t process the madness. “CEO? Sir, Really?”

He replied calmly, “Yup!”

I continued out of curiosity, “With all due respect, you were just leading one vertical. Still too young to jump that high! It’s impossible!”

Roshan didn’t move from the armchair. He was enjoying our confusion. He just watched the smoke dispersing toward the ceiling. “They saw potential in me. They saw the results. I earned it,” he replied in the same flat voice.

Simran threw her hands up with Yey! But our celebratory mood was dissolving into panic, too. She asked him, “Earned it how, Roshan? The company has been drowning for months! There was talk of hostile takeovers! How did you suddenly skip everyone? What did you do?”

I looked at Roshan’s calm face. Even though I was still in shock, my analytical mind was starting to work again. I thought back over the past few months. Lunches, the so-called mentoring calls, the logic I had shared with him, and the sudden, smooth collapse of Oryntal Solutions.

An awful realization started to sink in me.

“Wait. The board can never promote for just your ‘potential.’ This kind of jump.. It’s a miracle. It could only happen if you delivered something absolutely massive. Something that saved the entire company,” I asked him politely.

Roshan was just watching me, staring at me. I finished the thought, the doubt. And asked again, clearly now, “There is only one way you become CEO right now. You had to make the Oriental merger happen by yourself.”

Roshan took one last, slow drag from the cigar. And he nodded. “I did.”

I asked him again, “And for that, you used me? It’s totally inappropriate, Sir.”

Simran tried to play the drama she used to do before, but he caught her wrist with effortless strength. Still, Simran said while shaking her captured arm, “How cruel are you, Roshan? You have no morals! You used Nikhil!”

Roshan laughed, “Ah, Simran. Still playing the dramatic victim card? Morals, Simran? Let’s talk about your values.”

He released her wrist and reached into the inner pocket of his suit. He pulled out a small pill bottle. “You really thought I, after twelve years as a top-level executive, wouldn’t notice anything?”

He shook the bottle. “The little white pills you thought were weakening me? Haha. Next time, pick a better hiding spot. A rice flask? Really? I’ve been replacing them with glucose tablets for months.”

Simran was standing stunned, her neck moved downwards. No words are coming from her.

Roshan pulled out a clean glass, placed a couple of the white pills inside, drank them down, and looked at Simran. “See? But your dedication to destroying me gave me the perfect cover to position Nikhil. A charming idea, but amateur.”

He turned his chilling gaze to me. “You are the perfect analyst, Nikhil. I couldn’t transfer you, so I had to send you as a secret weapon.”

I was a bit guilty, in shock. “You used me. Every conversation, every insight…you manipulated me into sabotaging my own team.”

Roshan replied. “No. You manipulated yourself. I just guided you. You thought it was a reward for sleeping with my wife. I didn’t ask for files. I asked for your mind. And you gave it to me, eager to prove your value to your ‘mentor.'”

Simran, seeing her entire plot dismantled, said, “If you knew everything, why all the drama? The crying? The morning after…it was all fake?”

Roshan nodded. It was the first moment I saw him in pain. “The first time? No. That cry was real. The hurt you caused was real. The guilt was running in my head. But after that, I stopped feeling things about you. It was you who planned, not me.”

Simran was shaking, unable to digest the level of thinking Roshan has. “And sex? If you weren’t weakened. How did you satisfy your own needs over the last two years?”

Roshan replied, smiling softly. “Sex? Oh! Don’t ever underestimate your husband, darling. I can get any HR lady I want with a few note bundles. Anytime. And you know what, your little revenge plot delivered the most valuable asset in the industry straight into my target firm.”

I had frozen in the same place. I never saw that presence of mind and an opportunistic person. My whole career was built on a betrayal I hadn’t even knowingly committed.

I finally spoke. “My ambition… my success… that was just a lever you pulled? All of it was just managed insights for you?”

Roshan nodded slowly. He leaned back in the chair. “I never thought ill of you, Nikhil. I never used you or Simran; I joined the bridges. Everything came out perfectly. And look at you now. You have a promotion that would’ve taken you ten more years to achieve.”

He put the cigar back in his mouth. “Director of Analytics Division. It’s a massive role. You’ll be based in Mumbai. You’re leaving tonight. And this arrangement is over. Never should happen again.”

I was stunned, amazed, and mind-blown. My mind was still processing the grand betrayal. But my future was secured by the cold, precise mind of the man whose wife I had been fucking for months.

My body moved without my mind to gather my scattered clothes. I didn’t dare look at Roshan again.

I looked back at Simran, who was paralyzed by fear on the bed. She didn’t look at me either; she was in her own shock. I walked out of the room, from the most terrifying, rewarding contract of my life.

Simran was sitting rigid on the edge of the bed when I left. Her breaths were coming in terrified gasps. Her eyes remained wide. Roshan approached her.

Roshan lit a fresh cigar. “You know, you failed, of course. But I’ll give you this…you tried. I never knew my wife could think this far,” he began.

Simran drew back in fear as the lit-up cigar hovered close to her shoulder. She didn’t move.

She didn’t breathe. Her entire body was locked in terror. Roshan traced the cigar down her arm, the heat warming her skin without burning, but enough to give pain.

The tip lingered on her bicep, then her collarbone, then her throat. Each movement was calculated to make her shiver.

“Please,” she said in a barely audible voice.

Roshan asked, “Please, what? Please stop? Please let me go?”

Simran’s breath hitched. Her body remained rigid with fear. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t cry.

She could only freeze; her mind was screaming in silent terror as the cigar’s heat burned closer and closer to her face.

“I…I’m sorry,” she said.

Roshan’s laughter was dark. “Sorry? For what? Trying to betray me? You should be sorry for thinking you could win.”

She asked him. “W-what are you going to do with me?”

Roshan replied in chill. “Nothing. You’re still my wife, babe”.

Simran’s breath hitched. He added in a dangerous whisper, “But I promised you one thing.”

He pressed that li-up cigar against her skin. Then, with a sudden, brutal motion, he crushed it against her shoulder, extinguishing it.

Simran screamed, but the sound died in her throat. Her body was shivering, and her fingers gripped the sheets. Her eyes watered. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She could only feel the burning pain, the sheer terror of what was coming next.

Roshan grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. “You won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow morning.”

And then he was on her. Roshan didn’t bother with foreplay. He didn’t need to. He grabbed her ass and flipped her onto her stomach with brutal force. His fingers dug into her flesh like she was nothing more than a toy to be used.

Simran cried as he yanked her ass up, positioning her exactly how he wanted her, submissive,
Exposed.

And then, with brutal force, he was inside her. But not where she expected. The pain was instant, melting her as he forced his way into her asshole. His grip was harsh, his thrusts were inhuman.

Simran screamed and screamed.

The end!
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