Lila was 38, married and had two kids in school. Her husband ran a small business downtown. They lived a contented life, with a house on mortgage, small car etc., For years she had been working with the bank and was quite senior staff there even though she was just a secretary. She had been with the bank for 10 years and was the senior most boss’ secretary. The minute I joined the bank and laid eyes on Lila, I knew I just had to have the woman. She was mature and very, very sexy. She wore these silky flowing sari’s to the office that clung suggestively to every curve on her voluptuous body. It made my cock throb just watching her strut her stuff in the office. I was appointed as Senior. Exec Manager. In all rights Lila was my subordinate but seeing her and smelling her perfume everyday just drove me crazy. Her perfect 36 C cups tits were so fucking sexy. Large, and soft and supple I imagined them to be. Her arse was round and very inviting. Through her sari I could see her stomach, flat and smooth, her navel beckoning to be sucked and licked.
I myself am quite an attractive young man, young being the key word. I had just graduated and being an honors student had immediately landed a plumb job, with a fat salary check and all with practically no prior experience. Most of the people in the office hated me for that. I have a sexy girlfriend whom I loved a lot. She is a model and has a hot fucking body and an amazing appetite for sex. I love taking her out and showing her off, especially watching all the male attention she gets just turns me on like crazy. Often we both have fantasized about each other screwing other people. I would just love to see her cute little pussy being ripped to shreds by a cock other than mine and she tells me how she would love to watch my cock pump another woman’s snatch. We have never cheated on each other, but that was going to change I knew the day I met Lila.
My office was quite near the big boss’ office and hence I was given the privilege of passing Lila’s chair every time I came out of my office. I would look down her sari deliberately just to get a peek at her cleavage and then go and jerk myself off in the bathroom. She was sweet and smiled politely every time I passed. My own secretary Sonia was the looker in the office but strangely enough I never seemed too interested by her. She always dressed with tight jeans and low tops and often made a bold pass at me. This did nothing to me but only intensified my craving for Lila. One night I was working on an important deal late at night way past office hours. Feeling very thirsty I got up to get myself a glass of water from the bubble top in the corridor. A small light burned in the corridor that at this part of the night shouldn’t be on. Walking toward the light I realized somebody had left the storage room light on. As I neared the room I heard soft sobs coming from it. When I peeped in I saw a Sari clad Lila sitting on a chair a sobbing softly. It was 9pm. She usually left at 6. I wondered what the hell she was doing here all alone.
Cautiously I rapped on the door.
“Er, Excuse me”…. I said
Lila jumped up from her seat with a shocked look on her face.
“Arjun?”….she called my name in confusion.
“What are you doing here Lila?” I asked her. “It’s way past your shift time.”
She looked very uncomfortable as she stuttered and stammered her excuse.
“I.er,..um had a fight with my husband last night, and I, er just don’t want to go home. I’m terribly sorry.” she said.
“Please Arjun” she pleaded. “Don’t say a word about this to my boss or he’ll sack me on the spot. This is not the first time I’ve done this.” she continued. “Ravi and I have fights often. Last night he was at it again. It’s just so depressing because he always swears not to do it again.”
“Do what?” I asked.
“He...er...um sleeps around” she said her eyes to the floor in shame.
I don’t know what came over me next. I just went up to her a put my arms around her and hugged her. She was crying and needed some comforting I told myself. The minute I touched her I never felt any feeling of withdrawal or fear. This encouraged me and I held her closer and stroked her hair. It was pulled back in a modest plait and jasmine flowers hung on it scenting her hair and her neck. I think the reason why I was so attracted to her was because she was everything that my girl was not. She wore the traditional costume hair, bangles, anklets, bindi and all. I had heard my friends telling tales of how fabulous it was to fuck under a sari, but I myself had never done it. I had, had wild unimaginable sex with my girl but had never taken a soft submissive traditional woman. I think it was that mysticism that held me to this olive skinned beauty. Lila allowed me to hold her. I could feel her breasts against the thin fabric of my shirt. God! She excited me.
“Let’s go into my office” I said not knowing where to go next. “I won’t breathe a word to anyone. Have you had dinner I asked?”
“No, but I’m not hungry.” she replied.
“How about a drink then” I asked. “Do you drink?”
“No! But I don’t mind that.” she said. “I want to do something that would outrage my husband. I am tired of playing the submissive wife while he cheats on me blatantly.”
We were in my office now. The door was shut and I had locked it unconsciously.
“He’s a fool Lila. You’re beautiful.” I said looking into her pretty eyes lined deep black by the kajal pencil.
She looked back at me and smiled.
“I wish he would see that she said sorrow in her lovely eyes.”
“Here let me get you that drink” I said. Rummaging through my cabinet I pulled out a bottle of rum. It was my private stash. I poured us both a drink and topped it off with water. I handed her one.
“Go easy” I said.
She thanked me and sat on my couch with her drink.
