My wife divulges all to her mother, who has secrets of her own - Rajesh
Author's note: This is a story of a cheating wife, of adultery, of cuckoldry and small penis humiliation. If that is not your thing, skip this story. And remember while adultery can be a great source of enjoyment in fantasy and erotica, in real life it damages souls and destroys marriages. Please treat the following story as a fiction and fantasy piece only. It is written to deliver masturbatory pleasure and has no other purpose. - Tarek Zia
"Are you sure about the numbers?" My boss Mr. Sarun's brow was furrowed, and over the Zoom call I saw him rub his temples. As the CEO of the company, Mr. Sarun was not immune to taking risks, but I knew this would be a completely new area for the company.
"Yes, Sir." I replied confidently. "You had the chance to look over them. What do you think?"
"Hmm." As usual, Mr. Sarun was initially non-committal. "Prediction is always a risky game, Rajesh, especially about the future."
"Sir. You have seen my research." I pointed out. "It's very thorough. I also showed you exactly how much these companies are paying currently. It will be very easy to beat those prices, undercut these companies, and enter the market in a dominant position."
And, Sir, you should know all about dominant positions
, I thought to myself.
Mr. Sarun paused for a moment, and then looked at me.
"I will be honest, Rajesh. It's an excellent idea. And your research is very thorough. But somehow, I am not sure we need to take this risk now. The world is going for a recession, and every company in our sector is barely surviving."
"Not ours, Sir. We are doing extremely well." I pointed out, "But ... if we do this, Sir, it's a whole new segment for our company."
"Yes ... but the risk ..."
"Sir." I leaned forward on my laptop. "When was the last time you backed away from a risk, simply because it was ... a ... little ... risky? Think of the potential, Sir."
Then I buttressed his manhood.
"And ... Sir ... we all know you are a real man's man, Sir. If the company pulls this off, you will be a business legend too, Sir. And you don't even have to give me credit, Sir. I don't like the limelight. Just ... remember me in your ... rewards, Sir."
My boss laughed.
"You mean the next time I am fucking your wife, I will humiliate you less, Rajesh?"
"Er ..." I gulped. "Sir, my wife really loves you, Sir. I am just happy you are there to take care of her, Sir. As I said, Sir, you are a true man's man."
There was a grin on Mr. Sarun's face.
"You certainly know how to sell a deal, Rajesh. I think you are wasted in technical. I should put you in marketing. You are certainly a useful man!"
I laughed.
Just you wait, Sir.
I thought to myself.
You will see exactly how ... useful ... I am.
I guess I better rewind just a bit. To about five days ago. Last Sunday.
* * *
FIVE DAYS AGO
"Darling, my love, would you get the door please?" My wife Vidya looked at me and requested, as the doorbell rang a couple of times.
It was a Sunday, and we were at the dining table. We had just finished lunch, which was, as usual, delicious. Vidya was an amazing cook, just like her mother Poonam, and when the two ladies got together in the kitchen, the result was amazing. My gorgeous mother-in-law Poonam was visiting us, to stay with us for some time, while her kitchen was being renovated. Already I felt like I had put on five pounds, and she has been with us for only three days so far.
"Yes, my dear." I immediately pushed my chair back and stood up.
"Ah,
jamai babu
." My beautiful mother-in-law giggled. "You have put on a little weight, haven't you?"
"Both of you are an amazing cooks, Mummy." I blushed with embarrassment and replied. "I really should control."
"Yes, you should," Vidya scolded me gently, and then giggled. "I saw you took three
kabab
s. What will people say when you are with me? I am such a beautiful lady ... and your paunch is growing!"
"I am sorry dear." I replied. "You are indeed beautiful, and I should start controlling my food."
"Yes,
jamai babu
." My mother-in-law Poonam agreed with my wife. "Men in India generally have to control their health and watch their food ... we eat a lot of oily stuff. Look at Vidya; she has maintained her figure despite the food we eat. She works out regularly and exercises often. You are her husband, so you need to look the part."
Well, sex is a good exercise and workout, and Vidya ... exercises ... a lot
, I thought, but of course I didn't say that. What I said was something else.
"Er ... yes, Mummy. Of course."
"You are absolutely right,
Mama
. And you ... look at you ... nobody will say you are my mother! You look like my sister!" Vidya nodded in agreement with her mother, before looking again at me. "Maybe you need to join the gym again, babe. I want you to lose at least ten pounds. And lose that little paunch you have."
"Yes, my love."
"When you go to the gym," Vidya continued. "I don't want you to do just some non-sense cardio on those treadmills and then come home. Go to one of the instructors, and incorporate the jump rope, box jumps, squat, jumps or some other activity to keep your heart rate up in-between your strength training movements. This effectively reduces training time because you can get your cardio and weights in together. Then if you choose to do cardio on top of it, you only need 15-20 minutes tops."
This was a lot of information for me to take in, and I was never into fitness unlike Vidya and her mother Poonam, but I knew there was only one correct answer. Every husband in the world knows that answer!
"Yes, my dear."
"Maybe you should start training with Payal." Vidya reflected. "She is a very good - and stern - trainer. I know a couple of the husbands who are being trained by her. Ravi, I think, Sheetal's husband - Sheetal said Payal had already made Ravi lose 5 pounds. She is tough. I think you need some a strict woman trainer. Your tummy really needs to go in, babe."
"Yes, my love."
My mother-in-law Poonam had a small smile on her lips as my wife continued to chastise me. Thoroughly admonished by now, I mumbled an apology to both the ladies and then made my way to the front door as the doorbell rang again.
It was a courier, delivering a small parcel, and a letter. Both the parcel and letter were for Vidya, and I saw that it was from Mr. Sarun.
My boss. And my wife's lover. Or, rather more correctly,
one
of her lovers.
"What is it, babe?" Vidya asked, as I returned to the dining table.
"It's a parcel for you, my love." I replied. "And a letter. It's from ... er ... Mr. Sarun."
"Hmm." Vidya raised an eyebrow. "Put it on that desk, darling. I will look at it later."
"Yes, dear."
"Isn't he your boss,
jamai babu
?" Poonam was curious. "And he is sending something ... for ... Vidya?"
"Er ..." I didn't know what to say, but Vidya leaned in and whispered something to her mother, who nodded. I decided not to reply and went to the desk to place the parcel there. As I turned back to sit at the dining table, Vidya raised a hand to stop me.
"Babe, can you come here, please."
"Oh ... of course, dear."
"Please stand here." Vidya ordered.
"Yes, my love."
I walked and stood beside my wife.
"
Jamai babu.
" Poonam stood up. "I was just telling Vidya about the yoga teacher at the gym. I need you to help me demonstrate something."
"Er ... yes, of course, Mummy." I answered, not knowing what was going on.
