In one of working day, we had in the cafeteria, doing lunch together. He was in “mentor mode” again; he used to give me lessons, so it was normal for me. But for him, it was part of the plan on that day.
Roshan: “Nikhil, if you really want to grow… You can’t just be fifty per cent. You’ve got to explore the other half, too. Personal half, you know? You need to understand the other side of you, apart from just professional.”
Me: “So, what’s there in your 50%, your other half?”
Roshan: “My half is nothing but my beloved wife, Simran. And to get me precisely, you should meet her someday too.”
I nodded. “Fair enough. I should, but can I?”
He replied to me quickly, “Yep! Why not. Tomorrow fine for you?”
I raised an eyebrow. “All of a sudden? But yeah, as you are telling all this, let’s explore it.”
He chuckled once. “Relax. Just a conversation. Tomorrow, after office. I’ll text you the address and time.”
I hesitated, “Alright, Sir. Your fifty per cent lesson. Let’s see what it’s about.”
Roshan: “Good. Don’t be late.”
The next day, I finished my office. While returning, Rashan reminded me of the meeting again and wished me luck, surprisingly. I went to my place, got freshened up and headed to the address shared for the meet.
When I reached the place, she was already there, casually seated at a corner table, scrolling on her phone. When she looked up, she gave me a small smile, “Hey, Nikhil. Come sit.”
“Hi, ma’am. Thanks for meeting,” I replied while sitting down.
She was stunning. Her hair was long and black, falling straight down to her waist. She was milky white in complexion, like sardarnis used to be. She wore a tight blue dress, and when she stood up to greet me, her hips moved. A smooth bounce.
When she leaned in, my eyes went straight to her cleavage. It was a dress that clearly exposed her cleavage; the shadow between her breasts was deep. She caught me looking and gave a reaction, “Huh?” with a lifted eyebrow.
I didn’t react much as she was my boss’s wife, and I was trying to be respectful. So, we ordered. I passed a few jokes on my boss (well, my terrible boss). The universal struggle of finding good music. It felt less like a first meeting and more like catching up with a friend you actually like.
As I came from a small town, I was talking about the work chaos of the city. While listening, she casually brushed her long, dark hair from her one shoulder. My eyes followed the movement.
“Huh? What happened?” she asked, while catching my gaze.
I didn’t try to hide it as it was just hair, nothing intimate. “Just admiring the subject, ma’am. Your hair looks amazing tonight.”
She laughed, the sound low. She tilted her head, “Hmm, my hair. Then you must’ve liked… what you were looking at, when you walked in?”
And that’s how the casual talk was instantly over. I was shocked at how I could defend myself now. It was her cleavage I was staring at, “I was just! Uh, looking around.”
She laughed, softly, slowly. “Oh, come on. Don’t get shy on me now. You didn’t seem like the shy kind when you were cracking jokes about your boss.”
Eventually, the topic turned to relationships. She asked casually, “So… anyone in your life yet?”
I shook my head, smiling. “Nope. Nothing serious yet.”
She lifted an eyebrow in surprise. “Nothing… huh? No girlfriends, no… anything?”
I replied, “Yeah, nothing serious yet.”
She paused, then she leaned in slightly: “So… a virgin, huh?”
I laughed nervously. “Guilty. But virgin doesn’t mean useless, right?”
She said, “Bold words for someone with no track record. You sweet little duffer.”
I replied, “I know exactly where to start, ma’am. I’ve just been waiting for a subject worth the practice.”
She threw her head back and taunted, “Start? You won’t know which hole to put your key in, you naughty boy. You’ll have nervous release before even real work begins.”
It was like a roast, I felt, on my virginity. So I defended myself and hit back with stronger, bolder words. “Try me, ma’am. I might not have the practice, but I bet I could make you scream louder than Sir ever did.”
She grabbed my hand, squeezing hard. “You are fucking mad, Nikhil.”
I guess this was the moment when my choice felt justified to her. She needed someone who could absorb humiliation and fire back with dangerous, unflinching confidence. Someone utterly unafraid of whatever is coming to him.
And that’s how our talks shifted. But it was time to leave now. We stood up to leave. As we reached the exit, she stopped me, putting her hand briefly on my arm.
Tomorrow, just for fun…” she said in deliberate tone, “tell Roshan this. Don’t change a word. ‘Your junior might be a virgin, but bet he could make your wife scream louder than you ever did.”
I blinked, half-laughing. “What? He’ll kill me if I say that.”
She winked. “Try it. Let’s see if he survives it.”
And just like that, she walked off, leaving me with a racing heart and a line no sane junior should
Ever repeat to his boss.
When she entered the home, she walked straight to the kitchen, poured herself water, and leaned on the counter. Roshan followed her, “So, how was it?”
Simran looked at him, “He’s… different.”
Roshan asked, “Different how?”
“He’s not like the others you’ve introduced. He listens. But he’s not spineless. Respectful, but quiet confidence there,” she said.
He leaned against the table, arms folded. “You really think he fits?”
“I do. I am captivated by how he handled situations. He didn’t try to impress, didn’t flirt stupidly. But he has charm.”
Roshan hesitated. “Wasn’t he nervous?”
She smiled faintly. “Of course he was. But he never lost composure even when I pushed him a little, that playful line, Oh my! He has the presence of mind to handle tricky questions humorously.”
Roshan asked, watching her. “Which line, dear?”
“He literally said he can scream me louder than you. HAHA!” she said.
Roshan was surprised, “WTF!”
She corrected, “No, He’s aware, it was just a teasing moment. But not arrogant. I could sense he’s still figuring himself out… that’s what makes it interesting.”
Roshan felt conflicted, “Simran, this isn’t a game.”
Her expression softened, “I know. That’s why I’m saying. If it has to be someone… he’ll do.”
Roshan looked up sharply. She wasn’t teasing now.
There was a measured conviction in her tone, like she’d evaluated him in layers and arrived at a logical verdict.
Roshan’s jaw tightened. “You sure you’re not reading too much into one meeting?”
Her words lingered behind her, final: “Sometimes the right person isn’t the most experienced one, it’s the one who doesn’t flinch when you test him.”
The next day in the office was charged. Every time Roshan’s office door opened, my head snapped up. He was quieter than usual, more withdrawn, and his gaze avoided mine during the morning briefing.
It was just past noon, and I saw his text: “Nikhil. My office. Now.”
I stood, smoothing my tie, the memory of Simran’s whisper a ghost in my ear. Your junior might be a virgin…
I knocked and entered. Roshan wasn’t at his desk. He was standing by the window, his back to me. “Close the door, Nikhil.”
I did. He turned slowly. “You met Simran yesterday,” he stated.
I replied, “I did, Sir. At the café, as you asked.”
“And? What did you think?” He finally met my eyes, saying that.
I answered him respectfully. “She’s… remarkable, Sir. Sharp. Witty.”
He gave a short, bitter laugh. “Yes. She is.”
He walked to his desk. Then, he spoke without looking at me, “She told me to ask you… about your statement.”
My heart thudded. “Sir,” I began, my own voice was surprisingly steady. “She said I should tell you… that your junior might be a virgin…” I paused there, unsure of whether those humiliating words should spill.
“Let it be, Sir; it was nothing serious.”
He insisted, “Tell me, Nikhil. Don’t be afraid.”
I replied, “Okay, so it was, your junior might be a virgin. But he could make your wife scream louder than you ever did.”
Conversation stopped for a moment; it was tense for me, so I said, “Sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to cross the line.” I thought he might explode, might fire me on the spot.
But when he replied, he looked broken. “She told me exactly what you had said,”
I was like What? He knew? And where I smelled for the first time that this is not just a trust-building activity, but something is cooking behind the scenes. “Sir, I…I was only joking, Sir. I didn’t mean to insult you. Nothing serious.”
Roshan replied, “I am okay. It wasn’t an insult.”
Roshan turned, facing the window again, “Before I say anything else, you will not tell this to anyone. Do you understand me?”
I nodded to him. Then, he continued, “Actually, it’s been months, I’m… I’m dead in bed. I haven’t been able to satisfy her.”
I looked at the broken man and tried to open up the conversation. “Oh! So, to solve it, you’re referring to… cuckoldry, Sir??”
That word was the atomic trigger for him. “Don’t ever fucking say that word!” he roared. He gripped my collar, pulling me forward until our noses were inches apart. “You have no idea what you are talking about, you filthy junior!”
The violence of his reaction shocked me. I held his gaze, my own intensity matching his, and my voice remained cold and steady, utterly disregarding his rank. “Let go of my collar, right now! Don’t ever dare to put your hands on me again.”
For a terrifying second, his eyes remained locked on mine, murderous. Then, the realisation of his desperation hit him harder than my defiance. His grip loosened, he leaned heavily on the desk, his head bowed in defeat. He had physically collapsed. “I… I am sorry, Nikhil. I lost control. It’s just… the word. It makes me feel like an animal.”
I straightened my tie, tasting the dark victory. “It’s okay. I can understand.”
He looked at me directly now. “So, yes. I need a favour. Simran is impressed; she chooses you.”
Listening to this, I was in heaven. I was dancing from inside. I took a slow breath and didn’t overreact at all. “So the whole trust-building thing… that was just to test me?”
He nodded once, and guilt was still on his face. “Yes. And it’s only an arrangement to fill the gap through you. Which I am not able to. Would you please, Nikhil? With some understanding. Please.”
For a moment, I didn’t speak. My mind spun through options. Should I ask for a promotion? A raise in exchange? But that would be like business, like I was exploiting him. And if this… arrangement went on, the benefits would follow anyway, position, trust, proximity. So, no business. Better to play it smart. As a friendly human. Helping him.
I exhaled and looked up at him. “Alright, Sir. I’ll go with it. But…”
He tilted his head. “But what?”
I said. “One condition.”
Roshan sighed like he was almost expecting it. “What do you want? Promotion? Money? Leave approvals for a year?”
I shook my head. “No. I can agree only if she is in Victoria’s Secret babydoll set.”
He stared at me for a second, shocked. Then, unexpectedly, laughed. A full, honest laugh, breaking through the tension that had been choking the room. “Simran was right. Your other side is fucking mad. Anyways, I meant any serious demand if you have, you can ask.”
“Yeah, okay. Serious demand is! Make sure that the set is of purple vapour colour,” I teased him again.
“You’re insane,” he said, continuing his laugh.
I shot him a look. “Insanely want to be your wife’s reason to misbehave.”
Roshan kept laughing, wiping his face. “Fine, man. You’ll get your condition.”
The tension dissolved completely then. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling a long breath of relief.
For the first time since I joined this company, we weren’t boss and junior. I knew one thing for sure: this wasn’t the end of something. It was the start of a game neither of us fully understood yet.
Roshan left the office early. He was a broken man, and I was about to become his ruin. Later, as I packed up my things, my phone buzzed with a text from Simran: “It’s Friday. Come today itself. Have dinner with us tonight.”
I was amazed. This was happening sooner than I expected. I reached their flat sharp at 8. The dinner was tense. Roshan barely spoke anything; his eyes avoided me. Simran, on the other hand, was composed.
After the meal, she excused herself while I was with Roshan in the drawing room. A few minutes later, Roshan’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then looked up at me. “She wants you to join her.
Upstairs.”
I stood and made my way to her room. As I pushed the door open, I was a bit tense too. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her long, dark hair open. The babydoll set I had requested, she was really in the same set. It was stunning in person. Purple vapour, delicate lace. Her legs were crossed, and one foot was tapping impatiently.
Her eyes locked with mine, and my gaze was raking over her body. “You look… incredible.”
She laughed, a soft, “Flattery will get you everywhere, Nikhil. Now come here.”
I stepped closer. This was the moment I had been waiting for. Our first kiss was tentative, awkward even. I had never done this before, and it showed.
My hands trembled a bit as I cupped her face, my lips roaming against hers. But Simran didn’t seem to mind. She laughed softly against my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
“Relax, it’s just me.” She spoke. Trying to release my nervousness.
I took a deep breath, my nerves settling slightly. I kissed her again, this time with more confidence, my hands sliding down her back, pulling her to me. She moaned softly, she deepened the kiss, and her tongue was teasing in my mouth.
Our lips met again, this time with my hunger. I slid my tongue into her, a slow exploration of my first-ever kiss. My hands were gripping her butts, pulling her closer.
The kiss deepened. I am non-alcoholic, but this was the first time I tasted it. The aroma of rich wine, I could feel in her mouth. Something sweeter, something unique. I couldn’t get enough.
My hands roamed her body, the softness of her skin beneath the delicate fabric of her babydoll. She arched into my touch, but our lips never left. The kiss became more urgent, and our teeth were clashing.
I could feel the heat radiating from her body. She moaned into my mouth, her intimate area was grinding against my hard cock. I pulled back slightly, my lips were brushing below the ear, “You taste amazing, with that wine.”
“And you kiss like you’ve been practising for years,” she replied while her fingers were tracing the line of my jaw. My hands were sliding up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her babydoll higher.
I pulled the straps of her babydoll down, my lips were following the path of the fabric, kissing. She arched her back and gasped softly when I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue spinning around it.
My hands went down, my fingers found the wetness around pussy. She was already soaking; she was trembling with need. And I teased her, circling her clit, my mouth still on her nipple, my other hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back.
“Nikhil, Please. I need more,” she demanded in eagerness.
I didn’t make her wait. I pushed her back onto the bed, my body covering hers. My cock was pressing against her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist, adjusted my dick right on the opening of pussy and said, “Fuck me,” like a desperate roar.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I thrust into her. She was tight, wet, and so fucking hot. I moved slowly at first; my hands were gripping her hair to pull her head back so I could kiss her deeply.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” she panted. Her nails were exploring my back.
I obliged as a sweet duffer fucker, my thrusts grew faster, deeper. And I became more desperate, too. The sound of two bodies slapping together was so satisfying to hear in reality. She moaned, her head thrashing from side to side, her hair spread around her like a dark circle.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted, her voice rising in each pitch. It’s been quite a few minutes, and I was still fucking. And there I wondered, how could I even be lasting till here?
I could feel her tightening around me. I didn’t let up My hips were still snapping against hers, my hands gripped her hair tighter, so I could bite her neck.
“Nikhil!” she screamed, her body was shuddering around me, her nails were digging into my biceps, her hair was wild and tangled.
I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her. Now I could feel it, the pressure, the heat, the overwhelming need to release. But I held on, my hips moving faster.
“Cum for me,” she whispered in a shaking tone. And with that, I let go. My cock was pulsing with every spurt inside pussy as I came. I rested on top of her. Breathing heavily.
But Simran wasn’t done. Within a few minutes, she wanted more. She pushed me off her. “On your back,” she commanded me.
I obeyed, lying back on the bed as she climbed on me, her butts was rolling as she took my dick deep inside her again. She rode my dick, her hands were gripping her own hair, pulling it back as she arched her back.
The scene of admiring those boobs bouncing with each movement. Absolutely killing. I gripped her ass. I was guiding her movements, urging her to take me deeper, harder.
She leaned forward, her hands resting on her chest, her nails digging into my skin as she rode me.
“Don’t be shy, virgin. Give me that spank. I’m craving for,” she demanded while riding me. She was breathless. I did, a whap! Sound echoed.
She spoke again, “Hard. Rookie.”
I didn’t hesitate. My hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack. She gasped, her body was shuddering, and her pussy was clenching around me.
“Oh… yesss…!” she moaned.
And there, I cum again. I rested in the same position. We lay there for a moment. She tangled her body with mine, and her breath was slowly returning to normal.
“Not bad for a virgin,” she said with a satisfied smile on her lips.
I replied, “I told you I knew where to start.”
She laughed, “And where did you learn to pull hair like that?”
I teased. “Instinct, I guess.”
We lay there for a while longer. Then she laughed. You did last longer than I expected.”
I leaned down and replied. “Just wait until next time.”
Her eyes darkened with desire. “Next time, huh? I can’t wait.”
And with that, our journey began. As promised, Simran didn’t cheat, but she made what she wanted happen. The fun of an outsider’s cock. It was a victory of her long efforts, manipulating men like Roshan. But now, the reward is limitless fun, and it will last long.
To be continued.
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