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eview." Said Divya with a giggle of self pride.
"That's a great piece of information, thank you for enlightening my general knowledge."
"You're most welcome Mr. Dev Das. You'll reach the spur keep-on obliging me in the right way." Pronounced Divya with a naughty giggle on her fair and attractive face, while licking her upper lip with the tip of her tongue in a suggestive way, "Now spread open page nine. I've circled couple of job prospects. Might be of your interest. Particularly the one where a new Company is planning to establish their Western Region HQ in Mumbai. They're looking for a VP Operations Western Zone. With your expertise and experience, I'm sure you'd definitely snatch it off with ease."
"Oh Divya, you're a darling" Said Dev with a flying kiss over to his loving wife, making her to blush crimson, "While I spread open page nine, why don't you spread open your nice legs to give me the right kind of motivation?" There was a typical naughtiness on his face as he said it with a wink.
Divya gave a meaningful sigh for obvious reasons, first she could able to distract Dev's mind and second she always loved the way Dev expressed his eagerness to ogle and explore her voluptuous body always like a teenage boy. She was more than happy to pry open her fleshy legs so that Dev could ogle into her panty clad puffy and hairy pussy, while she blushed even deeper when she observed her panty was dripping wet. But the lust in the eyes of Dev had made her day.
"Why don't you join me up stairs after scanning over the news paper? Your 'Sweet Dish' would be waiting for you spread open on the master bed. Will that be the right kind of serve you intended to have my naughty boy?" Saying so Divya got up and moved in and up as Dev looked at her opulent buttocks swaying seductively with every step she was taking.
There was a distinct similarity between Divya's melon Boobs and massive buttocks, both were in excess of 40" plus. Boobs in particular were massive 40" 'DD', the fleshy and juicy buttocks were the ardent butt lover's ultimate delight. At mid thirties and mother of two, Divya certainly was oozing raw sensuality in a way to put her age-group females into utter jealousy and shame.
To hell with the news paper, Dev jumped up from the garden chair and followed Divya like a hungry dog following his madam with a piece of meat in her hand...
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CHAPTER: 2 -- The Dawn!
Dev was waiting for the interview, in the outer-lobby of the Company's Regional HQ (Head Quarters), slightly nervous and slightly excited. The Executive Assistant Ms. Ria Roy came with a smile and directed him to the ED's (Executive Director) cabin. The moment Dev entered the cabin, the words spontaneously spilled out of his shocking mouth, "Uncle Andy Robert?"
Rob looked through his photo-chromatic premium branded specks and looked at Dev, thought for a moment and then blurred, "Dev? Are you Mr. Dev Das from Delhi?"
"Yes uncle, I mean Mr. Robert." Dev was a bit tentative as to what to call Mr. Andy Roberts at that juncture of time.
"Easy my boy easy, call me by the same name what you're calling me then when you're a kid -- Call me 'Rob Uncle'."
"Yes Mr. Robert, I mean Rob uncle."
"That's better my dear, come here." Saying so Rob stood up and stepped forward with spread-out arms and gave Dev a loving tight hug. Though Dev stood tall at 5'9" Rob was a good 6" on him. Within his tight hug Dev felt like as if under the grip of King Kong.
That was time he realised despite in his mid sixties, how fit and strong Rob was. At an envious height of 6'3" and a weight of 240 pounds, Rob was immaculately a gym fit person with salt and pepper crew-cut hair and a dark and chiselled face. Though being a Jamaican Negro by birth, Andy Robert (nicknamed Rob) was settled in Delhi with parents and ultimately inherited his parents' Companies and properties being the only child.
Rob was a Big Bull since his Senior School days. He was an Alpha Man in college days. Girls were literally going gaga over his superior personality. When he was in the basketball field or in the college gym, dozens of girls were literally flocked-in and cooed-over his ripping muscles and charismatic personality.
Despite the very fact that he had bedded dozens of girls in his senior days in school and college, which was way ahead than any of his distant competitor, Rob never brag about his Big Bull Branding. That was probably his up-bringing and decency to be non-discreet about his Mega Macho Male personality. Despite the very fact that the girl below him was always satisfied and satiated beyond belief. He never degraded and dominated her unless and until she asked for it to be dominated for that extra kick, punch or thrill.
He was married to a famous Brazilian Supermodel -- Gina and was blessed with a son a year after their marriage. His son Bob was a very good friend of Dev and grew more like siblings rather than buddies. But destiny had its rude shock waiting in the most pathetic way. While returning from Dehradoon, a hill station about 200 kilometres from Delhi, their SUV met with a fatal accident killing his wife, son and driver on the spot, while Rob was hospitalized for more than two months with multiple fractures and heavy injuries.
Post that accident Rob was a changed man. He never married again. Became a workaholic, working 14 to 16 hours a day. Wine and women became his favourite pastime again, which he had left after his marriage.
Even at 65, women found Rob to be irresistibly attractive, and in most of the premium clubs as well as highend parties he was always a major crowd puller, particularly with the women folks. He was well hung and impressive to the core. Being single and filthy rich, he was notoriously a womaniser to the core and just couldn't live without sex even for a couple of days.
Many a time he used to take an office assistant along with, if the official tour involved an over-night stay. In the current scenario Ms. Ria Roy his Executive Assistant from Delhi HO could be the best fitted example. In office and on bed Ria was absolutely unparalleled. To satisfy Rob on and off bed was no child play. He picked up Ria from a competitor's office five years back when she was barely 20. In last five years she had made a place for herself in the Company and also in the heart of Rob. Rest of course was history.
Nearly every woman Rob'd bedded over the past 4.5 decades of his Casanova lifestyle had become infatuated with his gigantic manhood, one way or the other. He belonged to that rarest of rare species of one in a million exclusive club with a 12" long and 7.5" girth monstrous cock -- Competitors' Envy Owner's Pride.
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CHAPTER: 3 -- Enter The Big Bull!
Back to the present scenario...
Hearing the much awaited calling bell sound, Divya literally ran over to the door as Dev had already shared over phone the good news about his appointment as VP Operations in the new Company. She opened the door in a jiffy and tightly hugged Dev into her eager embrace.
The very next moment she realised two things, first her hands felt too tiny around his body bulk; and second her face instead of reaching near his face was pitiably low brushing around the broad chest.
Surprisingly she looked up and shockingly disintegrated herself from him, looking at the dark and chiselled face of Rob. Divya by any Indian standard was a tall and thick woman with an envious height of 5'7" and weight of about 150 pounds, making her look pleasantly plump. Still she felt herself pitiably small and short in front of this mountain of a man -- Rob.
"Sorry," Said Divya blushing, "I thought it was Dev as I opened the door all excited..."
"Don't feel sorry at all my love..." Said Rob is an imposing voice of sarcasm, "I couldn't have asked for a better way of welcome than this? Those too from such a wonderful and beautiful woman like you. If that's a genuine mistake, I pray God to repeat that mistake again and again." His comment made Divya to blush even deeper and Dev felt an unknown excitement about his boss's comment about his loving wife and their unintended body language thereof.
"Please come in and be comfortable." Said Divya in a polite manner as she guided them into the hall.
'I would always love to cum in...' Murmured Rob in an almost inaudible voice, good enough for Divya hear for her proximity to him. But behaved as if she hadn't heard anything, though her face became crimson with Rob's remark. What a man Rob was, wondered Divya? A livewire of brain-n-brawn? Or too much of a show-off and sarcasm?
They moved into the drawing room and settled down on the well cushioned sofa pretty comfortably. Rob casually moved his eyes over the surrounding of Dev's well maintained house to gauge about the financial stability about the couple. Though the credit for the interior planning and implementation was in Divya's domain.
"Are you sure" Suddenly asked Rob.
"What am I sure about?" Blurred out Divya in a tentative voice.
"That your name is 'DIVYA'?" Re-questioned Rob with a credible question mark in his metallic voice.
"Why? Do you've any doubt about that?" Questioned Divya in a perturbed tone, "That's the name my parents had kept since I was born."
"Ahhh... I's just joking my love. Don't take it too seriously." Rob brushed off the topic in a lighter note, not before Divya gave him a piercing look indicating, 'I know you're hiding something from me. But I WILL definitely find it out, for sure.' Then changing the tone and mood she asked, "What would you like to have? Coffee or Tea?"
"I'd like to have... What is there after 'T'..." There was sarcasm again in his metallic voice.
"I couldn't get YOU?" Questioned Divya.
"Exactly... Alphabetically after 'T' there's always 'U'! Isn't it?" Questioned back Rob with a smirk on his mischievous face.
It took a second for Divya to crack the joke. The moment she got it, her face was a shade darker with a reddish tinge.
"You're incorrigible," Said Divya in a shy yet excited voice of untold experience she was receiving from a person old enough to be her father otherwise.
To lessen her embracement Rob said, "Hard or soft would have been a better way of asking." He said with a wink while ogling at Divya's opulent boobs. Which made Divya even more shy and surprised? Because almost in all her previous experiences, if a man was caught red-handed while ogling at her, he usually divert his attention in a shy or defeated manner being caught.
But Rob was breed and class apart. He never buzzed down whether someone was noticing him or not. He would simply look at her proud possessions as per his will, whims and moods. Which made her to shudder with an unknown excitement and finally she got defeated and diverted her attention. Which probably made him all the way more special and distinct?
"Well, what would you like to have wine or champagne?" Divya was discreet while offering her choice.
"That's my girl," Rob was beaming, "Dev was super excited while describing about YOU on our way from office to home. Now I realised he was not exaggerating. YOU are a smart girl with beauty and brain." Rob hit the right chord in Divya's heart with a single sentence. That was his trick of trade. Which woman doesn't like to be praised? That to in front of her loving husband? Added there can't be a bigger compliment than when a mid-thirties woman is being referred to as a girl by her husband's black boss.
Divya was no different a woman of her genre. She was over-whelmed at Rob's praises for her. Her thought process was grounded with Rob's metallic voice echoing again, "Giving me an option might invite you trouble my love..." Rob was sarcastic in his statement like never before, "I'm the type of person if you give me a meter, I'd intrude a mile..." Then he laughed loud looking both at Dev and Divya alternatively and said, "How about some Mimosa?" He asked something, with full confidence that Divya would be in a dilemma about the drink and its preparation.
"Mimosa? You mean to say champagne with orange juice?" Divya asked with self pride for knowing what he was asking for. Her facial expression was powerful enough to depict to Rob that -- 'Never under-estimate the knowledge an Indian woman.'
"There you go my baby." Rob was quick to respond, "You're a lucky guy Dev. Divya's a genius, rather indigenous." Rob's sarcasm was at its very best. Saying so he lingered his pondering eyes over her proud possessions again, which made Divya to shiver with an unknown excitement of different kind?
She felt a strange feeling of shudder inside her body as his gaze lingered over her opulent boobs. She looked at him; he was overtly an attractive man even at sixty-five, although not necessarily in an obvious male-model type or way. Yet it was more so in the commanding way that he carried himself all the way -- laughing, talking, eating and even sleeping with. He controlled a respect that most men didn't, and his charisma was extraordinary at any given moment of time, place and situation.
Those catalysts for her budding and begrudging attraction to Mr. Andy Robert, were his unmistakable aura and the persistent sublime flirtations towards her, that to in presence of her husband which he was probably seeming to enjoy and approve of because of his boss's sheer dominant personality and his wife's untold acceptance and enjoyment to his praises and sarcasms.
Dev wasn't necessarily a shy man by any chance. He was confident in his work, confident in social gatherings and situations, confident in his ability to provide what Divya wanted all the way all the time, and confident in a number of other areas in his life playing snookers, table tennis and watching cricket.
However, for whatsoever reason, reasons beyond the standard employee-employer relationship, Dev was noticeably subservient to Mr. Andy Robert; quickly Divya could observe and gauge that in a crystal clear scenario. He was so subservient, in fact, that when his boss would openly started flirting with her, in their very first meeting, in their very own house, and in front of her husband, her dear husband Dev would mostly just sit out there like a couch potato and smile in subdued acceptance.
