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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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Being a navy wife can be tough – especially if you’ve had a conservative upbringing and are married into an orthodox family. Long, lonely months spent in tending to the house and the in-laws often turns many wives of the armed forces into glorified maids. For some army and air force wives who don’t work, it’s relatively easier because you can shift with your husband, wherever the posting may be. But if you work, or if your husband is often on a ship in the seas, you are pretty much doomed. And I belong to that last group.
Indian women start with a disadvantage. Whatever one may say about gender equality, it’s undeniably still a male dominated society that sees women as being subservient. They have a job – provide a 3-minute romp in bed, produce children, cook, clean, tend to the elders and raise the kids. They are rarely life partners. Men still see women as objects of sex to be conquered, fucked and used as they please and very few men even acknowledge the needs of the woman, leave alone satisfy those needs.
Add to that the two-faced Indian society that lets men get away with bloody murder, but is quick to judge the woman. Like many women, I grew up ignorant about matters of sex and sexuality till my marriage. Forget pre- or extra-marital affairs, even masturbation was “prohibited” for some religious reason or the other. So, I was destined to live a sexually deprived life of the “wife-maid” till a year ago.
I grant that I was luckier than many. I married into a progressive family where the woman has an opinion and can – for the most part – decide what she wants to do. Not just my husband, even my in-laws don’t see the “bahu” any different than their son or daughter.
I met no resistance when I wanted to work, nor were questions ever asked about what I wore to work or what time I returned home. And yet, it wasn’t till a year ago that I discovered a whole new dimension of my sexuality.
I am Sarita, 32 years old, married to a navy officer who is off-shore on a ship nearly 6 months in a year. I don’t have any kids yet and my in-laws, also an armed forces couple, live independently.
At work I assist my boss in our clients’ ISO 9001 certification processes. I was an admin assistant in the company for close to three years – a boring job with absolutely no future – till last year.
Sex-deprived, horny wives like me are often easy prey for their coworkers – especially their tharki bosses who enjoy straying out of their marriage and emptying their seed into other, often married women like me.
But that’s not how my story evolved and that’s not how my life changed. Quite the contrary in fact. My life changed because I invited my boss into my life and pussy and many other men thereafter.
Radha – the catalyst in my transformation
I was perfectly content in my mundane job with absolutely no future as an admin assistant till a year after Radha joined the company. Without prejudice or bias, I can say that there was no comparison between us.
Neither in looks, nor in ability. Where I was efficient, conscientious and thorough in my work, Radha was carefree and took work way too easy. It was no secret that her work had to often be redone by others – myself included.
And yet, during last year’s performance appraisal, Radha was promoted two grades while I just got a 10% salary revision. I was livid at the injustice and confronted my boss.
“It’s nothing personal Sarita”, he said, “but she has skills that clients and certification officers appreciate and that means she is contributing much more to the business.”
“That’s bullshit!” I yelled, not caring if I got sacked. “Anything she can do, I can do better and you know it.”
“That’s probably true Sarita, but the point is, you don’t do all that she does.”
“Really? What does she do that’s I don’t?” I asked.
“Please Sarita, don’t go there. You won’t like the answer and it may even be offensive. I don’t want you suing me for sexual harassment” he replied. I went red in the face as I realized the implication of what he’d just said.
Mental pictures of Radha giving my boss head behind his desk and my boss fucking Radha flooded my mind.
I stormed out of his office crying at the unfairness of it all. Radha was getting promoted because she was willing to sleep around.
As the day passed, my mind was all over the place.
On the one hand, whenever I saw Radha, I imagined her getting fucked by our boss.
I wondered if she made him happy or if that too was a “job” for her. I couldn’t help picturing her and my boss naked with their bodies entangled. I wondered things like which hole he preferred — her mouth, ass or pussy; whether they did it in the office on his or her desk or whether his place…or a hotel. Does he use protection or prefer bareback and does she insist on a condom or takes his load in her. If they fucked at the office, did they get naked or just stripped enough to get the job done?
I had no concept of a woman’s sexual “happiness” because to me sex lasted 3-5 minutes when the husband came in me. I’d never really had an orgasm and saw sex as a necessary element of being a wife.
I wondered what sort of a woman cheats on her husband, but then I also thought about the fact that my own husband was away for half the year. I thought if I could be better than Radha in ‘that’ department too like I was at work. And if I was, would I then get promoted too?
I pictured Radha and I ‘servcing’ my boss’s cock together, of him fucking her and I one by one to evaluate us head to head.
I was surprised that the more wild my imagination got, the wetter I got between my legs. I had to admit he was a good looking man and it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
And then, I chastised myself for thinking impure thoughts and cheating on my husband, even if it was just mental cheating. By evening, I was a mess of conflicting thoughts and emotions and, to be entirely candid, my panties were even more of a mess than my mind.
Don’t get me wrong here. My boss isn’t the kind of man who demands sexual favors from his female employees. He and I are actually very good friends and he’s one of the most approachable men I have known. He’s considerate and genuinely cares for his team members. He’s been there as a friend whenever I have had problems and not once has he ever made a pass at me, or acted in an inappropriate way.
Till that day, I had never thought of him in a sexual way, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about him sexually, and the more I thought, the wetter I got.
I didn’t realize how late it was. I was weeping at my desk when my boss – the last person as always – was leaving work. Seeing me weeping, he pulled up a chair opposite my desk and sat down.
“Sarita, are you upset because of our talk earlier today” he asked, nothing but warmth and concern in his voice. I just nodded through sobs, wiping my eyes and trying to quit crying.
“I am sorry it came out that way Sarita.” I know it came as a rude shock.
“No, it’s not that” I replied between sobs.
“What then?”
“It’s just that, I never even thought sex could be a consideration in this job.”
“It isn’t” he replied… “but then again, I guess it is, if women use it to appease clients and officers and help businesses grow.”
“The problem is, even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t know how. I am a useless fool.”
“No you aren’t. You are better than Radha in every way imaginable. You are far more skilled and better at your job than she is.”
“She’s evidently better in the one area that matters as far as promotions are concerned.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way Sarita, but she’s not a scratch on you in any way. You are way prettier and your body is far sexier than hers ever will be. Now before you get upset, I am not suggesting anything here. I am just honestly telling you what I think.”
“I am not upset. That was quite flattering actually. But what’s the use? I don’t know the first thing about using my looks or body.”
“Come on Sarita. Every woman knows how to use her body.”
“I don’t. All I know of sex is that it lasts 3-5 minutes whenever my husband is home.”
“3-5 minutes? You’re kidding me right? Sex with you should last hours, not minutes.”
“Stop it!” I said, “I am not a fool nor a virgin ok? I know how long it takes to get the job done.”
“Ok, I am going to end this conversation right here” he said getting up from the chair, “but you are wrong. Sex is not a job to get done. So, don’t judge sex by the incompetence of one man.” And with that, he left for the day.
I spent the whole night thinking about what he said and whether he could be right.
For the first time in my life, I watched porn and was amazed at how long they lasted, even if they were actors and did multiple takes. I was dumbfounded at the things they did to each other.
I was soaking wet and masturbated for the first time while watching a masturbation video and thinking about my boss.
By the time I fell asleep, I was determined to give life a new direction and not let my youth be defined by 3 minutes of my husband’s thrusts before he came.
I was going to learn everything there was to learn about sex and use my body to get ahead in life and career.
My boss. My guru in sex.
“Are you sure about this Sarita?” my boss asked me. “It’s not something you can undo you know. You don’t have to go that way.”
“Yes I do.” I replied. “I don’t want to waste the few years of youth I have left. I want to enjoy my life and sexuality. I want to get ahead in life and career. But if you don’t want find me desirable that way and don’t want to fuck me, I totally understand.”
I saw him gulp and saw his eyes widen and a look of pure lust pass through them, “Are you absolutely sure?” he asked.
“Were you telling me the truth yesterday when you were comparing me to Radha?”
“Yes”
“Have you fucked Radha”
“Multiple times.”
“In the office?”
“Yes, and outside too,”
“With protection?”
“No, I don’t like condoms. I believe she takes a pill to avoid pregnancy.”
“Do you want to fuck me?”
“Ever since I first saw you” he said surprising me.
“Then fuck me. Teach me how to enjoy sex. Teach me how to use my body with clients and……” I never got to complete my sentence. He was out of the chair and next to me in a flash and before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine as he held me close to his body and kissed me.
Involuntarily my lips opened and eyes closed as his tongue entered my mouth. I realized he tasted of mint as his tongue met mine.
His hands were all over my back, caressing me, sliding down and cupping my butt. He kissed me hungrily, devouring my mouth.
I couldn’t help compare him to my husband every step of the way, and in just the kissing, my husband felt like a formality compared to the intense passion I was feeling in the way he was literally eating my mouth and tongue.
It was just a few minutes but it felt like a moment and an hour at the same time that he kissed me and pawed my body.
As he broke the kiss, I knew I was soaking wet between my legs and blushed a deep red.
“You can still back out and we will forget about this” he said stepping away. A glance at the little tent in his crotch told me how much of a gentleman he was and how difficult it would have been for him to say that.
“No” I said moving in and kissing him with a passion I never felt with my husband. I kept kissing his delicious mouth while unbuttoning and taking off his shirt. I then undid his belt and took it off. His pants came off next. His hands were all over my body, caressing my butt, cupping my breasts, sliding between my legs.
He broke the kiss and grabbed the pallu of my saree. Taking it off my shoulders, he stared at my heaving chest. I watched in amazement as the tent in his pants grew even larger.
Your nervousness is so obvious. If you are going to do this with clients and government officials, they will see through the façade and know you don’t ‘want’ to do it. So you will have to get confident and comfortable in getting undressed by men other than your husband to begin with.
I just nodded realizing his eyes were glued to my heaving chest and mine to his growing crotch.
Letting my pallu fall to the ground, he moved behind me. He caressed my ass cheeks before kissing my neck and back above my blouse.
He then pulled me to him, his arms cradling my breasts.
He nibbled at my ear lobes and continued kissing my neck and cupped my breasts in his hands. He kissed and licked my shoulders and down the edge of my blouse in front as far as he could get from behind.
He caressed and squeezed my belly and probed my navel with his fingers, pressing his crotch into my ass and grinding his erection up and down my ass crack over my clothes.
My breathing was shallow and coming in gasps. My heart was thudding in my chest and my pussy had a mind of its own, drowning in my juices.
After what felt like an eternity, he stopped and moved back around to my front, taking in my body with his eyes, from head to toe.
“You are beautiful, Sarita” he said admiring my body, his erection straining to be set free from the confines of his pants.
As he pulled the saree off me slowly, he said, “this is the first thing that will have to change. You can’t hide that sexy body of yours behind such conservative attire. At least start wearing chudidars that hug your body and show off your curves.”
Once the saree was off, he was on his knees, kissing and licking my belly hungrily, his tongue probing my navel as he untied my petticoat and let it drop to the floor.
He kept kissing my belly, lower and lower till he reached the edge of the lycra shorts I preferred to wear instead of the inskirt that usually goes with sarees. His hands had been caressing the inside of my legs, moving higher and higher.
Once he reached my shorts, he grabbed the edge and pulled them down. I stepped out of them, clad only in dripping wet panties covering my modesty.
Even those had got wedged into my wet pussy, creating a camel toe that he stared hungrily at.
He rubbed my opening over my panties with his fingers and squeezed my pussy. As his fingers found the wetness on my panties, he smiled. He continued rubbing me over the panties, arousing me in ways I had never been aroused before.
After a few minutes, he stopped and I opened my eyes.
Back on his feet, he kissed my lips again. Our tongues wrestled hungrily as he reached behind me and unhooked my blouse and bra. He explored my bare back with one hand while the other went lower, sliding inside my panties and cupped a butt cheek. His finger slid into the crack between my butt cheeks, making me moan with unknown sensations.
Sliding my blouse and bra strap off one shoulder, he kissed and licked it, his other hand continuing to explore and probe my ass crack. He kissed and licked my neck and the exposed part of my chest, his tongue explored the valley between my boobs. I was gushing between my legs, soaking my panties and wanted him to just take me right then.
Eventually, he took my blouse and bra completely off and admired my boobs. Cupping them, he pinched my nipples with his fingers making them go hard and more wetness soak my panties.
After kneading my boobs and playing with my nipples for a few minutes, he took one of them in his mouth. I screamed in pleasure as his tongue circled my hard tit.
He sucked it hungrily, squeezing the other boob. After sucking it for a few minutes, he took the other nipple and sucked it vigorously, even biting it occasionally.
I was experiences sensations I didn’t even know exist and was screaming and moaning as he enjoyed one nipple after the other.
I don’t recall when his hand slipped inside my panties or when he entered me with his fingers but I do remember my first orgasm ever as I came all around his fingers, screaming and shaking uncontrollably.
He continued to eat my nipples and drill my pussy with two of his fingers right through my orgasm, making it come in waves and last forever. He was making animal sounds around my nipples as his mouth crushed one boob and a hand crushed the other, sucking me, licking me, biting me, squeezing me and of course fucking my soaking wet pussy.
He kept fucking me with his fingers for about a minute or two after my orgasm completely passed. As my gasps turned to deep contented breaths, I ran my fingers through his hair, drawing his face into my breast. He eventually pulled back and took his fingers out of me. Looking at me hungrily, he licked his cum-soaked fingers.
“Wow! You’re as delicious as you are beautiful Saita” he said, licking my cum off his fingers. “I want to taste this sweetness from its source.”
He wanted to lick my pussy! My husband hadn’t even kissed it, leave alone licking it. I was glad I had shaved down there that morning.
Laying me on his desk, he spread my legs wide and started kissing and licking the inside of my thighs. Once he reached my groin, he buried his face into my cum-soaked panties, eating me over them.
He then moved my panties aside and took me in his mouth. He was doing things no man had done to me before – not even my husband and I was tingling with pleasure all over.
He pulled my panties down and, spread my legs as wide as they would go. Opening my pussy with his fingers, he entered me with his tongue.
Finding my clit, he sucked and licked it, making me shudder. His fingers entered my hole and stared drilling me again as he devoured my clit with his lips, tongue and teeth.
In just a couple minutes, I had my second orgasm, this one even bigger than the previous.
He ate me right through it and then through a third orgasm and then a fourth. I kept begging him to stop but he kept eating me for over two hours making me flow like a river. I thought I’d pass out when my body shook with my fifth orgasm. He eventually stopped and it took me a good five minutes to recover.
“Your turn”, he said standing up, his erection pointing at my face.
My eyes went wide as I pulled his shaft out of his underwear. He was enormous!!!
He didn’t have to tell me what to do. Biology took over as I pulled his underwear off and kissed the tip of his manhood. I cupped his balls and licked his pre-cum.
Lifting his shaft up, I licked him from his balls up the underside of his member till I reached the tip.
I started stroking him and took him in my mouth, sucking on his shaft. He moaned and tensed.
Within 2-3 minutes of sucking and stroking him, he stiffened and grabbed my head. Shoving his hardness in my mouth, he came with an animal scream.
I drained his cock by stroking him till he was spent and then let go. “No, keep sucking. I am not done yet” he said.
He made me suck him back to life till he was hard all over again. Lifting one of my legs, he set it on his desk and mounted from behind.
There was nothing gentle or loving in the way he thrust his shaft into me and started ramming my pussy. In and out of me he went like a bull, making me scream in pleasure as his shaft rubbed my sweet spot with every thrust.
He pounded me for over fifteen minutes making me cum twice before shooting his load into me.
We had fucked for over three hours!
When he shoved his cock, covered in both our cum back in my mouth to suck, I realized he wasn’t done yet.
“Let me call home and inform that I will be late,” I said.
I watched him stroke his limp member as I picked up the landline on his desk and dialed. His eyes never left my naked body as I informed home about some urgent work that required all hands on deck to work late and that I had no idea when I would be home. It could be very late or in the morning. Yes, there were other ladies too, I lied and told them not to worry.
As soon as I set the receiver down, his cock was in my mouth.
“Good thing you said you had no idea when you would be home,” he said as I sucked and stroked him. “Because I am not even close to being done with you yet.”
“Why?” I asked taking his member out of my mouth, but continuing to stroke him, “I will be here tomorrow too, tonight isn’t the only night.”
“You could regret this in the morning.”
“Not a chance,” I replied, “Not after the first orgasm of my life.”
“WHAT!?!?” he was genuinely shocked, “then I am going to make sure you have many more before we call it a day.”
He grinned wickedly when he said that, “Besides, I have imagined what your body would be like under those layers of clothes you wear for months. I have even imagined I was fucking you while fucking Radha. Now that I have you, I have month’s of pent up desire to empty deep inside you.”
“You imagined me while fucking Radha?”
“Many times,” he said, “but tonight, you and I are both in for an incredible time.”
It took him about half an hour before he was hard again and ready for action. I was amazed as it grew in my mouth.
My husband was a one-and-done man and I didn’t know a man could get back hard so soon after cumming twice already.
Once he was ready, he led me to the coffee table in front of the couch that was in his cabin. Laying me on my back, he entered me from the front this time.
Once again, he expressed his passion through intense fucking.
The way he drilled me, the depths to which his shaft reached and the places it rubbed as it moved in and out of me had me exploding in an orgasm in a matter of minutes.
When my orgasm hit, he pulled out and started rubbing my clit with his shaft, driving me over the edge and making my orgasm last.
Once it passed, he was back in pounding me hard and deep.
He did that with two more of my orgasms.
Things changed when with the orgasm that followed, which also happened to be the first ever squirting orgasm of my life.
He pulled out as I exploded, shooting fountains out of my pussy.
He was probably too taken aback because he just stood and watched my body shake and my pussy erupt. His eyes glued to my pussy, he looked genuinely mesmerized.
“Fuck!” he said when the orgasm finally passed, “never seen a woman squirt before. And I wasted all that honey.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he was back in me, pounding me even harder than before. I couldn’t believe the strength, stamina or passion with which he fucked me.
I was surprised yet again a few minutes later, when my body was rocked by yet another earth shattering orgasm.
Like before, he pulled out this time too.
Like before, when the orgasm hit, I squirted like a fountain.
But unlike before, he didn’t just watch.
This time, his mouth wrapped around my gushing pussy and he drank my eruptions right out of my pussy.
His tongue licking my clit kept me cumming for well over a couple minutes but he never let go.
I could hear him gulping down my cum as my pussy kept feeding him my juices.
When the orgasm eventually passed, he was back in me, drilling my pussy.
He did the same thing with the next orgasm too, pulling out and taking my pussy in his mouth — which erupted like before feeding him squirts for over a minute.
By the time the next orgasm approached, I knew what was coming.
I tried my best to wiggle out of his way, but even when I tried rolling over, his mouth found my pussy when the orgasm hit.
He did that for close to an hour, fucking me till I was about to cum, and eating me through orgasm after squirting orgasm.
My husband had never even kissed my pussy and here was my boss who not only kissed and licked it to orgasm, but who devoured my squirts.
I was both embarrassed at the mess I was creating on his office floor and in erotic heaven from the number of orgasms I was having.
Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded in my pussy for the second time that day — his third time, the first time being in my mouth. I felt his warm sperm flood deep inside me as he erupted for close to a minute.
I was beyond exhausted by the time he pulled out, completely spent.
He kissed me lovingly and I tasted both our cum on his saliva when our tongues met. I was gasping for breath but thoroughly fucked and sexually sated.
“Hungry?” he asked me when he finally broke the kiss.
I nodded ‘yes’ and asked, “Aren’t you?”
“I have had the most delicious meal over the past hour or so,” he said grinning, “Believe me when I say, you have the most delicious pussy ever!”
I blushed. He suggested a short drive to a nearly pizza joint as we got dressed.
We locked up the office and got in the elevator. He was at the back of the elevator and I stood diagonally in front of him, closer to the elevator doors.
“You you look incredibly sexy in the ‘just fucked’ look you have on now.” he said hitting the “STOP” button a minute later.
“Why stopped?” I asked blushing as I turned around to face him, “forgot something in the office?”
“No” he said shaking his head but with a wicked grin on his face, “but your ass looks so incredibly sexy and I just realized I haven’t fucked you in the ass yet.
When I looked down between his legs, I couldn’t believe the erection in his pants. How could he get so hard so fast?
“No!” I gasped, “haven’t you fucked me enough for a day?”
“Not even close Sarita” he grinned, “we are just getting started.”
With that, he lifted my saree up above my hips, pulled my cum-soaked panties down and entered my ass.
Half an hour later, we stepped out of the elevator, his cum leaking out of both my pussy and ass into my panties.
We were silent on the drive to the pizza place and through dinner.
After dinner, when he pulled out of the parking lot, he turned away from the office.
“The office is the other way, no?” I asked.
“Yes, but we aren’t going to office.”
“No?” I asked confused, “where are we going then?”
“My place,” he said grinning, “I intend to continue where we left off and fuck you throughout the night. It would be awkward in the office if we were still fucking when folks started coming to work.”
“No way,” I said in shock, “no body can fuck all night.”
“Just wait and watch,” he said.
True to his word, he fucked me throughout the night, taking a few breaks to recharge the batteries.
My pussy fed him multiple squirting orgasms, and took God alone knows how many loads of his cum.
It was a bright and sunny morning, the sun well on its way above the horizon when he collapsed next to me on his bed — a smile of blissful contentment on his face.
“You know,” he said as I reached for my blouse that was lying discarded next to the bed, “I have never cum more than 10 times in a day before.”
“Not even with Radha?”
“Heck no,” he said laughing, “I can’t cum more than 2 or 3 times with her and then too I have to imagine other women after I cum once.”
“What was different today?” I asked, fishing for the compliment that I knew was coming.
“You,” he said, “you are just incredible. You have the tightest pussy and your cum is the most delicious I have ever tasted. And I want more of it in the days, weeks and hopefully years to come.”
Over the next few months, I had fucked every male customer and every certification officer and set the company’s record for certifications earning me my first promotion.
My life was transformed. I was enjoying sex and my sexuality. I was discovering how every man was different and had learned the art of pleasing men into submission to my charms. 1 boss, 8 clients and 20 customers were enough variety to enjoy…for now at least.
Last Friday, I got my second promotion of the year. My boss and I celebrated it with a weekend of non-stop fucking at his place.
We fucked in every room, on every piece of furniture, while cooking, over breakfast, lunch and dinner. In the shower, on the roof, in the garage, in his car and every other imaginable and unimaginable place.
He still eats me like no other and keeps telling me he could eat me day and night as long as I keep squirting in his mouth – and I believe him because he never seems to tire of drinking my squirts.
He still fucks me like no other and makes me cum repeatedly. I lost count of the number of times he came and the number of orgasms I had over the weekend.
The first couple times when my husband came home, it was a sexual drought all over again.
But now, I have got into a work and home fucking routine. I fuck my clients, officials and boss during the day and my husband by night whenever he is at home.
And when he isn’t at home, even nights turn into a sexual paradise, either with the boss or with a client, or an official and a few times, many of them satisfying my every sexual need individually and together.
Working in a certification office, I guess I have become a certifiable slut myself.
That said, my boss remains the only colleague to have fucked me till now. But who knows about the future.
There’s this trainee we hired in my department recently, who seems to have the hots for me. I wonder what he would be like in bed too.
Only one way to find out 😉
THE END
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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