Hello again. This is Maya. Thank you all for the many emails and comments of appreciation for my previous story. I have another story. However, unlike the previous story, this isn’t real. This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. I hope you like it.
Although it is fictional, I will narrate the story from my point of view. For my fictional stories, I will use the pseudonym, Meera.
Now to the story.
I’m Meera Shukla. I’m a 25-year-old housewife from Indore, MP. I’m fair-skinned. 5ft 4 inches tall and weigh 55 kg. My body measurements are 34-26-35. I have C-cup breasts. I have brown eyes and thick black silky smooth hair. I maintain my figure well and have a toned body.
I got married a couple of years ago. My husband is Amogh Shukla. He is 3 years older than me. Ours was an arranged marriage. We wanted to be financially secure before having kids. We are originally from Gwalior but recently shifted to Indore for my husband’s work.
He works at an MNC as a senior project head, a well-paying job. It’s been 6 months since we shifted. We even took out a home loan to purchase an apartment in an upscale neighbourhood in Indore. We have managed to fit in and become proud residents of Indore.
This transition from a middle-class to an upper-middle-class lifestyle has been life-changing. With no family around, Amogh and I have tried to move away from our conservative roots and began exploring life with a modern outlook. Our entire lifestyle has changed as a result.
We have our own house, privacy in a big city, and enough salary to care for our wants and needs. We have a good sex life as well. We have even thought about starting a family soon, with everything going well.
We have a fixed routine for the weekdays. Amogh spends most of the time at the office, and I do the daily chores. To keep myself occupied either go to the gym or get together with the other ladies of the society. Later, after Amogh returns, we relax and spend time together before dinner and going to bed.
The weekends are more impromptu. Sometimes we spend the entire weekend at home, mostly lying in bed. Other times we go out, explore the city, or take weekend trips to nearby places.
Amogh and I are quite satisfied with our marital life and life in Indore. But then something happened that changed my life completely.
One Friday late afternoon, while I was in the gym, I received a call from my husband. Amogh had called to tell me that he was coming home with his boss for evening tea. Since his superior was coming home for the first time, he asked to make sure everything was perfect.
As I was mid-way through my workout, I was drenched in sweat. I immediately went back home and took a bath to freshen up. I put on some clothes and went into the kitchen.
I made fresh lime juice and some pakoras with the evening tea. I prepared the lime juice and put it in the fridge. Then I prepared the batter for the pakoras and let it marinate. Next, I removed the fancy crockery from the shelf and quickly cleaned them.
I went into the living room and ensured everything was in place and looked clean. Happy with the arrangement, I returned to the bedroom to get dressed properly.
After rummaging through my wardrobe, I picked a beige-coloured high-low style Anarkali suit with a c-cut design. The tailoring on it was exemplary as it sat perfectly over my curves.
Then I applied light makeup of kajal and lip gloss. After that, I brushed and fixed my hair. I then picked out a bracelet and a jhumka earring set. I looked stunning. Happy with my choice, I started to wear them.
Just as I finished screwing the earrings, the doorbell rang. I quickly ran to answer the door. I stood in front of the door and composed myself. I opened the door and welcomed my husband and his boss into our house.
Amogh ushered his boss into the house. He then introduced us to each other, saying, Mr Karan, this is my wife, Meera. And Meera, this is my boss, Mr Karan Saxena. He is the Regional head for Central India.
Karan Sir handed me a bouquet of white lilies and said, Hello! I took the bouquet and said, Hello, Sir, welcome to our home. Thank you for the flowers, they are wonderful. Please come in and make yourself comfortable.
Karan Sir was a very charming person. He was tall and well-built and looked around 40 years old. He was quite fair and had thick black hair and a beard. He was wearing a 3 piece suit. He was looking quite dapper.
Amogh and I ushered Sir into the living room and asked him to sit on the sofa. He sat on the three-seater sofa while Amogh sat on the single-seater sofa next to him. I placed the bouquet on the dining table and went to the kitchen to get the lime juice.
I poured the juice into 3 glasses and took them to the living room on a tray. I handed them their glasses. With my glass of juice in hand, I sat down on the remaining single-seater sofa opposite my husband.
We exchanged pleasantries and made small talk. Sir complimented us on our home, and Amogh gave credit to me. After a few minutes, I got up to go to the kitchen to make tea and snacks. Amogh and Sir continued with their conversation.
About 10 minutes later, I came out of the kitchen holding a tray with fresh hot pakoras and three cups of tea. I placed them on the coffee table and handed a cup of tea to both Sir and Amogh.
I noticed that Amogh sat in silence and was lost in thought. I motioned towards him, asking what happened, but he just shook his head, conveying that it was nothing. Karan Sir began conversing with me.
Upon finishing his cup of tea,
Karan: Meera, thank you for this lovely cup of tea and your warm hospitality. I will take your leave now.
Me: Sir, you’ve come to our house for the first time, please stay for dinner.
Karan: That’s very kind of you, Meera. Maybe next time.
He then got up to leave. Amogh and I followed him towards the door. I thanked Sir for coming and invited him to visit again. Amogh and Sir had a short conversation out of my earshot. Karan Sir left soon after, and Amogh walked back into the house.
Amogh looked worried, so I asked him what had happened. He gave a weak smile and said, “Oh, nothing. Just office work.” He then went to the bedroom to freshen up. I changed out of my clothes and wore something casual. I then went about my chores and prepared dinner.
Later that night, during dinner, Amogh still had a worried look. I asked him what had happened. But once again, he brushed the topic away.
I then started to talk to him about Karan Sir. I said, “Karan Sir seems like such a nice boss. He got us a bouquet on his first visit. Is he the same at the office also? He’s very charming and handsome. The ladies in your office must love him.”
Amogh kept quiet and only responded with a Hmm or a head nod. He was not even eating properly. So, I insisted that he tell me what was bothering him. He finally caved in.
Amogh: When you went to the kitchen to make tea, Karan Sir told me that I had made a blunder on one of the projects I was in charge of. Instead of quoting an amount of Rs. 6 lakhs, I quoted Rs. 60 lakhs. This has resulted in the company losing Rs. 54 lakhs.
Me: What now?
Amogh: Karan Sir told me he didn’t want the whole office to know, so he invited himself to my house to tell me. He said that he could not hide this for long. I need to compensate the company for the loss at the earliest. Or else, I will be suspended without pay, and the money will be recovered legally from me.
Me: (In shock) Amogh! But we don’t have that much money. We have an outstanding home loan. Our car is on EMI. We have no other source of income. What are we going to do?
Amogh: I told Karan Sir all this. Do you think I didn’t? But he said that if I could not compensate, I would be fired, and legal action for negligence would be initiated against me. I don’t know what to do, Meera.
Me: (worried) Amogh, no. Don’t say that. We have a good life here. We can’t lose it. What will we do? We can’t go back to Gwalior. What will our family, relatives and friends say? There must be some other way.
Amogh: It’s 54 lakhs, Meera. There is no way I can raise so much money ever, let alone in such a short duration. I told Karan Sir all this. He said there was one way to make all of this disappear.
Me: (Feeling huge relief) Oh. That’s so kind of him. I knew he was a good man. What did he say? How can we get out of this trouble?
Amogh looked up at me and hesitated.
Me: (shouting) Tell me what the way is! Whatever it is, you do it. Let’s get out of this trouble.
Amogh: It’s nothing to do with me.
Me: (Confused) What do you mean?
Amogh hesitated once again. I gave him a stern look.
Amogh: Karan Sir said he could make it all go away if we cooperated.
Me: (still confused) Cooperated how?
Amogh: He said that you’re very beautiful, and he was lonely being away from his wife. So if you cooperated and I agreed, he would somehow manage the 54 lakh discrepancy and ensure I don’t lose my job.
I took a few seconds to understand what he meant. And then it dawned upon me. I was shocked and taken aback. I was brought up in a very conservative household. I have been with only one man, and it was with Amogh, my husband. That too after marriage.
I didn’t know what to say. I just sat there in silence, too stunned to speak.
Amogh: (breaking the silence) Karan Sir said he saw you and was blown away by your beauty. He gave me until Monday to decide how I would go about this. Either agree to his offer or compensate for the monetary loss to the company.
There was silence once again.
Me: I have never been with any other man other than you. I am your wife. I am married to you. I love you.
Amogh: (stopping me) I know Meera. I know. Don’t worry. I will figure something out.
He then started mumbling.
Amogh: If we sell the house and the car, we will get 30-35 lakhs. I will ask dad to mortgage our house in Gwalior, giving us another 15-20 lakhs. That should be enough to raise the 54 lakhs. If not, we will also mortgage some of your jewellery for the remaining amount.
Amogh: (continuing) we will have to leave Indore and shift back to Gwalior. Both of us will have to look for other jobs. We still have to pay back the house loan and the car EMIs to the banks, but we will consider that later.
The full scope of the situation hit me just then. I looked at Amogh.
Me: Is there no other way? Do we have to leave our life in Indore to return to Gwalior?
Amogh: (snapping) Unless you magically get 54 lakhs, there is no other way.
I got emotional, and tears started to drop from my eyes.
Me: But Amogh. We have such a nice life here. We have only just started to enjoy our lives. And now this?
Amogh: (came close and started consoling me) I know, baby. I know. But there is nothing else we can do. I’m sorry.
We spent the rest of the night in silence and went to bed. I woke up the next morning hoping the previous day’s events were just bad dreams. But sadly, it was all real. The glum mood continued throughout the weekend.
On Sunday evening, after giving it much thought, I went to Amogh.
Me: Before you say anything, hear me out. We have a good life here. You have a well-paying job. We are leading a comfortable and happy life. I don’t want to leave this behind and go back to Gwalior.
Amogh; I am sorry, Meera. I know it’s my fault. I know I have jeopardised our lives. But what else can I do?
Me: Which is what I was coming to? If we return to Gwalior, we can say goodbye to our future. We will have no option but to suffer for the rest of our lives. But there is a way we can avoid all this.
Amogh: (Stunned) You mean Karan Sir’s condition?
Me: (nodding my head in agreement) Only if you’re comfortable and agree. But please know this. I love you and would only do it for our safe and secure future.
There was silence once again. After a few more minutes spent discussing, we decided that it was the best scenario for us to agree to Karan Sir’s condition. Amogh promised me he would never put us in such a situation again.
The next day Amogh went to the office to talk to Karan Sir. I was impatiently waiting for news of any development. Finally, in the afternoon, Amogh messaged, saying, “Spoke to Sir. He promised he would take care of the issue.” I took a sigh of relief.
Amogh came home that evening, visibly and considerably more happy and relieved. It seemed like a huge mountain was lifted off of our shoulders. He said that Karan Sir would come home the next day.
The next evening Amogh came home alone from the office. He told me that Karan Sir would be coming later. I prepared dinner for the three of us. We sat waiting for Karan Sir and were very anxious and wondering what would happen.
Finally, around 8.30 PM, Karan Sir came home. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt. In these clothes, you could see that he was well-built and muscular.
Karan Sir looked at me from head to toe. I had not dressed up in fancy clothes this time. I was wearing a casual kurta and pyjama. I had not used makeup or even tied my hair into a bun.
Karan Sir, however, was ever so charming. We exchanged pleasantries and sat down, taking the same seats as before.
He said, “I will ensure that there is no blowback on Amogh regarding the financial discrepancy since you have agreed to my condition. But I want to clarify that I’m not forcing you into anything.” He paused and then continued, “You can still compensate the company for the loss and leave me out of it.”
He turned towards me and said, “I don’t want you to feel I’m taking advantage of you. I want it to be consensual.” I did not say anything. I just nodded. He said, “Could I get a glass of warm water?”
I went to the kitchen to get it. I returned a few minutes later and gave Karan Sir a glass of warm water. He drank it, thanked me and said he was leaving. I didn’t know what had happened. I asked him to stay for dinner. He said, “You and Amogh have a lot to discuss. Please decide and then let me know.”
Saying, so he stood up to leave. Amogh followed him to the door. Karan Sir gave a smile, waved bye and left. Once he left, Amogh shut the door. I asked him what had happened.
Amogh: Karan Sir, has given us till the end of the week to rethink the arrangement.
Me: (In shock) There is nothing to rethink. This is the only way.
Amogh: (sighed) According to Karan Sir your heart’s not in it. He wants you to be more proactive and take the initiative.
Me: (taken aback) Of course, my heart is not in it. I am married to you. And what do you mean by ‘more proactive’ and taking the initiative?
Amogh: Karan Sir wants it to be a good experience, not one where you feel forced and be a dull affair.
I remained silent.
Amogh: He wants you to want it. He said he wants to make love and not just have sex. (a brief pause later) I think he wants you to seduce him and give him a good time. Not just sleep with him for the sake of it.
Hearing this, I turned around, entered the bedroom, and locked myself inside.
Amogh: (knocking on the door) I’m sorry, Meera. I didn’t mean it like that. Let’s drop this and figure out how to pay back the company.
I sat down with my back to the bedroom door and thought deeply. I realised that agreeing with Karan Sir was the only way out. I did not want to move back to Gwalior and lose the life we had built for ourselves in Indore.
This meant that I had to sleep with Karan Sir. There was no other option. I decided that I was going to go ahead with it. A couple of minutes later, it dawned on me that since it was happening, I might as well try and enjoy it.
My thoughts then shifted to Karan Sir. He was a very handsome man. He was also quite charming. I began convincing myself that it would be alright. He said that he wanted both of us to have a good time. He seemed like a caring person as well. Moreover, my husband has agreed to it. So I should have no problem.
I opened the door. Amogh was standing right outside waiting for me. He began to speak, but I cut him off.
Me: Amogh, there is no other option but to agree with Karan Sir. I don’t want to let the lives we have built for ourselves go up in flames. I will do whatever he wants. Tell him that.
Amogh: (protesting) Meera, you don’t have to do this. We will figure out some other way.
Me: Amogh, even you know it’s the only way. We do this, get it over with, put all this behind and move on with our lives.
Amogh agreed. He then placed a call to Karan Sir and said that we were agreeable to his proposition. Karan Sir said he would come home on Friday to discuss it further.
I spent the time till Friday lost in thought about how I would go about this business with Karan Sir.
On Friday, Karan Sir came home with Amogh. After the usual exchange of pleasantries, we sat down to discuss. Amogh and I assured Karan Sir that we wholeheartedly agreed to his proposition. We then requested that he take care of the financial discrepancy.
Karan Sir gave us his word that no issue would arise. But he said that this was only a one-time help. Amogh assured him that he would never commit such a blunder again.
After that, Karan Sir asked to speak to me in private in the bedroom. I had a look of shock on my face and looked at Amogh. He looked at me. Karan Sir saw the confusion, laughed and said, “Don’t worry. I want to talk. Amogh nodded and asked me to go.
I hesitated at first but then followed Karan Sir into the bedroom. He shut the door behind us. He walked up to me and stood in front. I didn’t know what to do. My body stiffened, and I looked down. I was quite tense.
Sir held my chin, lifted my face and looked into my eyes. He then brushed his finger over my lips.
KS: Meera, I am sure many men have told you this, but your beauty is truly intoxicating. Since I laid my eyes upon you last week, you’re all I think about.
His voice was deep but also soft. There was a romantic touch in his words and gestures. I was beginning to get swayed by it. The tension in my body melted away, and I became calm.
KS: I know we encountered each other under strange circumstances, but I am deeply attracted to you. I want to enjoy your beauty. And I want you to enjoy your time with me.
Sensing that I had relaxed, Karan Sir started to feel my body over my clothes. He caressed my face and ran his hands over my arm. He then placed his right hand on my waist and moved closer.
Just like his mannerisms, his touch was also soothing. My heartbeat started to increase. I started taking deep breaths. He then moved and stood behind me and started whispering in my right ear.
KS: I don’t know about your sexual history. But I promise you. You will have a wonderful time with me. I will satisfy all your cravings and leave you in a state of bliss.
His whisper in my ear and warm breath falling on my neck and face left me weak in the knees. A warm sensation ran through my body.
KS: I will explore every inch of your body and leave you feeling satisfied and craving more when I’m done. I’m going to guarantee you that you will not regret this. But I need you to be on board 100%.
He was standing right behind me. I could feel his body all over my backside. He continued to feel my body and rub it.
KS: So, take your time and let me know when you’re ready to go ahead. I will await your response. But please don’t make me wait for long. I can’t bear to stay away.
I was hesitant initially. But after this little interaction, I was excited and looking forward to it. I wanted to let go of my inhibitions and surrender to the will of Karan Sir right then and there.
Karan Sir gave me a peck on my cheek. As soon as his lips touched my skin, a lightning bolt ran through my body. My heartbeat quickened even more.
Saying all this, he moved away from me and opened the door. I was transfixed and shocked. As he was leaving, something came over me and without realising I shouted Saturday night.
Karan Sir looked back and gave me a smirk. He nodded and went out of the bedroom.
This story will be continued.
Next Part: Sinful Lust: Husband’s Boss – Part 2
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