Hi there! My name is Susan and I am a 34 year old housewife living in Bangalore. I would like confess how I was prey to my husband's boss Mr. Ranjit.
My husband works for a well known appliances company. Mr. Ranjit, his boss, is around 43 years of age, fairly good looking but a hard boss to work for. He was also well known for his roving eye and we has heard stories about his escapades. I had also seen him on one or two occasions at parties . In fact many a time I have had a laugh about these stories little realising that I too would one day fall prey to his lust.
A little over 3 years ago my husband was due for his promotion which he very badly wanted. Ranjit Sir, as we call him, however was delaying this on one pretext or another. About this time my husband was sent abroad for a fortnight.
One evening a couple of days after he left, I was surprised to get a telephone call from my husband's boss saying that a very important document was inadvertently kept by my husband in his briefcase and could I search for it and if possible bring it over right away since his car was in the workshop. I managed to find the document and took an auto to the office. It was close to 7 pm and on reaching the office I found that everyone had left and only Ranjit Sir was in his room. I knocked and went in. Ranjit Sir thanked me profusely for taking the trouble and apologised for the trouble. He said that he had to make up for the inconvenience caused by taking me out for dinner. I was rather taken aback and as I was stammering excuses and that I was not even dressed for the occasion he said, "Susan, I insist and will not take no for an answer. In any case you look absolutely attractive dressed as you are."
I could not refuse without offending him and therefore reluctantly agreed. He called a cab and we went out to a cozy little place and had a very good dinner. Right through the meal he kept a lively conversation going with his pleasant experiences during his various overseas trips. I gradually felt more relaxed and was in fact a little sorry the evening was drawing to an end . He then took me back home in an auto and as we reached my place asked, "Susan, aren't you going to invite me for some coffee?" I started feeling very nervous but again had to call him for fear of offending him.
We went in and I asked him to wait in the sitting room while I made coffee. I went to the kitchen and while making the coffee he came in apparently to help out. Once or twice his hands brushed against my hands and I pretended not to notice. We went back to the sitting room to have the coffee and he came and sat close to me on the settee. He started saying how nice I looked, how he was dying to meet me when he saw me at a party and so on. He then caught hold of my hands and said "May I just kiss these lovely fingers to show my admiration at their beauty?"