The Office

My wife and I had settled into the mundane existence of couples. We had been together since college. I was still attracted to her, but with a kid and a job, she seemed to have lost the appetite for sex. My wife was still attractive. Aarti was in her early 40s, and her biggest asset was her full natural breasts-36DD. She kept herself trim and had great legs, but her breasts would always stand out no matter what she wore.

One evening, we had gone out for drinks with some friends. Aarti wore a pink summer dress, which showed off her legs and cleavage. After a few drinks, we decided to get dinner in an old part of the city (Delhi). The crowd was more blue-collared and rugged, but the food was way better. All the women in our group were getting stared at by the men. They were blue-collared and didn't take well to women clad like our group. We were done with dinner and getting ready to leave when a group of men entered the restaurant. You could see they commanded respect in the area.

The one who was the leader looked towards us, and I realized that he was my classmate from college. He recognized my wife and me and approached us with his cronies. He had a thing for Aarti in college, but she had shrugged him and many others off and settled for me. We had heard he had moved up the ladder in the local Muslim political scene. He had put on weight and was stocky but not quite fat. He politely asked us what brought us to this part of town. His cronies just stared at my wife. She later told me that they were stripping her with their eyes. Haider told my wife that she had stayed the same since college. He insisted on buying us the local paan (a digestive). While chatting, we also discovered that one of his companies had leased a warehouse from my wife's company. Haider insisted that my wife should show him a few more warehouses and that they could do more business together.

When we got home, my wife said that he was still a crude man and that she didn't want to see him again and would probably delegate someone to deal with him. I slipped my arm under her dress while she spoke and was surprised to find her nipples rock hard. She didn't protest as I removed her dress, pushed her onto the bed, removed her wet panties, and fucked her. Her eyes were closed, and she moaned throughout. I thought it was the evening out and the drinks; I wasn't complaining either way.

We got busy with work and life over the next couple of weeks. One evening after dinner, she got a call from Hyder and was pretty mean to him. She told me there was an issue with one of the warehouses and that he kept calling her when he should deal with the delegated representative. I told her she sounded a little mean, so she called him back. When she hung up, she told me he asked her to pop by his office and would sort everything out.

A week later, she told me she would go by his office that evening, and we could go out afterward. She wore a sleeveless white t-shirt that hugged her body and skin-tight jeans and topped it with high heels. Her bra strap and bra could be clearly seen. She had a necklace just above her cleavage and huge earrings. She looked out of the world. I did tell her it wasn't appropriate to wear what she was wearing to that part of town. She said it was for the evening after and would be there for at least five minutes.

We drove to the old part of the city. People gawked at my wife in the car. We pulled up to this old, crowded building- the crowd was all rough men. When we parked the car and got out, the group stared at her. I was worried she might get raped right there, but they seemed to know that off limits, and the crowd parted as she walked towards his office on the second floor. The group closed the path behind us. We took the stairs, as the elevator was crowded, and we were both sweating when we reached the office. My wife's little white t-shirt was damp, and there was no mistaking her nipples sticking out. The watchman in front of his office looked directly at my wife's chest as he told us curtly to wait as his boss wasn't in yet. There was a bench in the corridor, and as we sat down, I commented that perhaps we should come back again. The passage was now crowding up, with a long line of men waiting to see Haider. There was jostling as people pushed their way to take a look at my wife. There was murmuring of how Haider always got these married women.

Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion, and people started saying that the boss had arrived. The crowd parted, and Haider and his cronies strutted in. My wife stood up and was getting pushed around by the masses. Haider turned and looked at my wife. He stared at her like an animal, looking at a piece of meat. The effect on my wife was instantaneous: her breathing quickened, her breasts seemed ready to burst out of the tiny tee, and her nipples were sticking out. She was almost drenched in sweat. Her eyes looked glazed like she was having an orgasm just by his look. Haider turned to his cronies and said something, and they all turned and looked at her. My wife's legs were trembling, and she had to hold onto the wall for support.

Haider entered his office, which didn't have a door, just a curtain separating it from the corridor. Two of his cronies came towards my wife; they were big, with huge hands and hairy chests. They said nothing but roughly held my wife's arms and propelled her toward the office. My wife gasped when they grabbed her. The two men standing outside as guards leered at her and told her they had to frisk her before letting her in. I thought she would ask them to get lost and walk out, but instead, she looked right at them and nodded.

The two men pinned her arms as the third man, who was fat and hairy, roughly ran his hands over every inch of her body in front of everyone. He paused when he reached the area between her legs, looked into her eyes, and slowly and firmly rubbed her with his massive hands. Aarti moaned loudly, and her head fell forward. She spread her legs wider as she balanced on her high heels. He finished by roughly kneading her breasts, and everyone could see her buckle as the two men on her side held her up. They dragged her into the office behind the curtain.