Problem and Solution
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Dialogues are in Hindi with english translation in brackets.
Anjali was a simple 36 year old woman. Since the financial condition of their family wasn’t good, she did a job in a private company. Her husband also worked in the same company and thus they maintained the stability. But her life was turning really dull off late. One reason was the constant amount of time she and her husband worked which had minimized their interactions terribly. Thus her sex life with her husband was going downhill as well. For months they had sex only a couple of times but even then the spice was missing in her life. That is when she found a solution for her sexual urges. A solution that forms the crux of the story.
She was cooking dinner for her five year old daughter Pinky when she heard the solution knocking her door. She hurried to it as she knew it was him. Her insides were racing as wiped her face clean and when she opened the door she saw a man in his late thirties facing her. The moment their eyes met they smiled mischievously.
Mahendra: hello Anjali, badi sexy lag rahi ho. (Hello Anjali, you look sexy)
Anjali: dheere se…koi sun lega. (Be careful, you’ll be overheard!)
Mahendra: yaha sunne waala kaun hai? Aaj hi tumhaare pati ko maine out of town bheja taaki tumhaare saat raat bita sakoo. (Who’s there to hear? I sent your husband is out of town so that I could spend the night with you.)
Anjali: Andar aaiye boss… (Come in boss…)
Boss stepped in and his arms went around her. Anjali hugged him back and accepted a tight kiss.
Anjali: kya kar rahe ho? Pinky dekh legi… (What are you doing? Pinky will spot us)
Boss: Mai tumhaara boss hu. Tumhaari pati mere saamne kuch nahi toh beti se kya darna. Tumhaari khoobsoorti ko enjoy karne ke mauke itne kam hai…Kabhi kabhi mauka milta hai, jab tumhaara pati nahi hota… Aaj Pinky ko bhool jaao. (I’m your boss. Your husband is not worth anything to me so why should I care about your daughter. I’ve too few opportunities to enjoy your beauty…only when your husband is not around. Forget Pinky today)
Anjali: abhi nahi! Mere pati kal aa rahe hai. Aaj poori raat mai tumhaari hu jaan. bacchi ko so jaane do. Phir jo chaahe kar lena (Not now! My husband is coming tomorrow. All night I’m yours darling. Let the child sleep, then you can do what you want).
They ate dinner together during which Mahendra talked dirty to her in such a way that Pinky would not understand. He kept talking of how he would fuck her that night and Pinky ignored him as she ate her food and simultaneously watched TV. At ten thirty, Anjali finished her household work and headed to her bedroom. He was pulling the blanket over her daughter. She switched off the lights and now there was only the dim glow of the table lamp. Anjali slowly strode to the bed.
Pinky, who was pretending to sleep like she always did whenever her parents would force her to sleep, opened her eyes by a fraction and saw them both. Anjali climbed over the bed by digging her knees over the mattress and leaned forwards to place herself between her child and her Boss. She adjusted herself and the pillow and lay still while he lay right next to her near the edge of the bed.
Anjali kept checking on Pinky to make sure she was asleep and after some time, she turned her back to Pinky and lay sideways facing Boss whose hand reached across her back and held her in a tight embrace. Anjali raised her head to look into his eyes.
Boss: kitna intazaar karwati ho? (You make me wait too long)
Anjali leaned closer to his face and felt his hot breath. His hard and thin lips were too appealing to her. She prepared her own pouty ones for the oncoming kisses.
Anjali: sabar ka phal meetha hota hai boss. (Fruit of patience is sweet boss)
Boss: kitnaa meetha? (How sweet?)
Anjali smiled and leaned closer to kiss him. She felt those sexy lips protrude and accept her wet kiss.
Anjali: itna. (This sweet)
Boss opened his mouth wide to accommodate her pouty lips inside and closed them. They froze for some time drinking each other’s saliva, then a sudden mad urge took hold of him and he kissed her again and again making a lot of noise. His right hand moved from her back to her face. He brushed away the strands of hair from her cheeks and kissed there. He poked his tongue out and licked her cheek. Then he grabbed that cheek with his palm and buried his lips in hers. The red and wet fleshy lips kissed him with so much ecstasy that he wanted to stay like that forever.
When finally their lips parted, a loud wet sound escaped which made Pinky’s heart race harder. She stared into their dark silhouettes with wide eyes. Anjali and Mahendra had realized their mistake and froze for some time. After staying still for some time they assumed Pinky was asleep. Anjali turned to look at Pinky and then turned back to him. With the taste of his saliva still lingering in her mouth she whispered to him.
Anjali: awaaz mat karo…beti jag jaaeygi. (Be quiet. My daughter will wake up.)
Boss: Pinky se dar kaisa…aaj tera pati nahi hai. Tu aaj raat sirf meri hai. (Pinky doesn’t worry me. Your husband is out tonight. Tonight you are mine.)
Boss and Anjali gave each other a light peck on lips and continued talking in whispers.
Anjali: ha, par hamaare paas sirlf ek raat hai…jo bhi karna hai. Aaj hi. (Yes, but we have only one night…we have to get it done by tonight)
Boss’s palm was on her cheek and he caressed her constantly.
Boss: kyu? Office mai nahi ho sakta kya? (Why so? Can’t we do it in office?)
Anjali: ha, office chumma chaati karne ke alaawa kuch nahi hota! (Yeah, in office we can’t do anything except kissing.)
Boss: office mai tum mujhe choos toh sakti ho? (Can’t you can at least give a blowjob in office?)
Anjali: usse sirf tum enjoy karoge… (With that only you will enjoy)
Boss: chalo jaane do…mai aaj sona nahi chahta… (Ok forget it…I don’t want to sleep tonight)
Boss made her lie flat on her back and positioned his torso over hers. Their faces were only few inches away. He groped her breasts over the nightie with one hand. She felt them trying to burst out of the dress and hence undid few buttons to reveal her ample bosom. Boss’s eyes widened in delight. He parted the nightie and bent over her boobs.
On the other side pinky slowly drifted to sleep as always.
Boss grabbed each breast with each hand and squeezed them together. The nipples were closer now and he bent his head over it and sucked each nipple loudly. Anjali felt them hardening and saw them turn pointy in the dim light. Her dark nipples were glistening in saliva as he switched from one nipple to another rapidly which left a lot of saliva dripping down her bosom. He sucked and bit and squeezed her boobs for long and commented as well.
Boss: kitne bade hai tumhaare boobs…tumhaara pati mast maalish karta hoga. (Your boobs are so huge…your husband must massage them well)
Anjali: maalish karne se size nahi badtha…agar aisa hota toh duniya mai saari aurato ke breasts bade hote. (Massage doesn’t increase the size. If it was thus, then the women worldwide would have huge breasts)
Boss munched her lips and squeezed her breasts simultaneously. The muffled sounds of their wet kissing was making him rock hard. Anjali felt the hardened penis poke her thighs and her hand automatically reached down to caress it. As he continuously kissed her lips and squeezed her boobs Anjali slipped her hand into his underwear and held the warm and rock hard penis. Her palm gripped it firmly and gradually started moving up and down.
It was really warm down there and when she felt his pre cum touch her, she mistook it for sweat. So she ceased kissing and pulled his underwear off. Then both of them undressed each other completely and. Boss‘s arms caressed her body.
The vaginal secretion was dripping down her pussy and Anjali felt his rough fingers touch the liquid and slowly spread it all over; the fingers stroked her pussy and lightly patted it. The pubic hair felt all sticky and Boss seemed to enjoy it. As he felt his fingers simulate her, her eyes closed and she bit her lower lip. His index and thumb finger ceaselessly rubbed her clitoris with so much speed that Anjali felt uncontrollable laugh and moans escape her throat.
Boss: kaisa lag raha hai? (How do you feel?)
Anjali: bas karte raho…bahut achaa lag raha hai (Just keep doing it…it feels great.)
Boss: abhi toh maine chaatna shuru nahi kiya… (I haven’t even started licking yet…)
Boss rose up and moved lower down the bed. Then he positioned himself above her vagina and inserted his finger inside her.
Mahindra: are re…yeh toh poora gilah hogaya madam. (Well this is completely wet madam!)
Anjali: toh aap kuch kijiye na boss! (Then you do something boss)
Mahendra smiled and started moving his finger in and out of her wet vagina. Anjali could feel his long finger opening her wet insides to accommodate more space and making some strange sound. Then Boss used the thumb of his other hand to pace it above the labia near the clitoris. He lowered his head and stretched his tongue out. First he poked the tip of his tongue against the clit and then he vigorously licked it. Anjali could not control herself and she felt more and more of her vaginal secretions escaping through her vagina and dripping down her thighs.
Anjali could not tell what was giving her more pleasure. The nonstop fingering or the fast licking. But she knew one thing: that she was going mad in pleasure. This continued for some time and then out of the blue she felt something incredible stirring up. She was sweating from top to bottom and her heart beat was at its peak. Then suddenly she felt herself lose control and she moaned out loud. Her body tightened and she grabbed the pillow under her and put it over her mouth to stop herself from waking pinky. Then she replaced the pillow.
Boss seemed to have realized that she had achieved an orgasm so he gradually stopped licking and moved closer to her. He seemed to be saying something but Anjali was feeling tired to hear anything. She let herself settle down as Boss took hold of her breasts and fondled them. He kept doing that until Anjali regained sense and pulled his hair. Boss looked up and Anjali grabbed his head and kissed him dearly. The orgasm had been one of the best she had experienced and that urged her to kiss him more and more.
Boss: mazaa aaya? (Did you enjoy?)
Anjali: ha… (Yes…)
They kissed again for sometime then Boss rose and sat leaning on the bed post. He held his penis and asked her to do it. Anjali tied her hair in a knot and bent over his penis. He had given her such a nice orgasm and now it was her turn. Boss leaned to the bedside table and pulled a cigarette out of the pack as Anjali’s head started moving up and down his penis. She heard the click of the lighter and the familiar red dot in the darkness followed by the puffs of smoke. Boss did that always when she gave him blowjob.
Anjali let some saliva slip through her lips and drop on his penis. She felt his shake a bit as he saliva touched the top of his head. Then Anjali slowly spread the saliva all over his cock. He did not have a foreskin therefore Anjali had to lubricate the penis well before. She gave him a hand-job for some time and then took his haft inside.
Boss wasn’t exactly huge so she didn’t have difficulty in swallowing it whole. Once completely inside her mouth she sucked it tight right up to the top and then bent down again. She first sucked the head of his cock, sucking so strongly that he started smiling. She sucked his cock that way for some more time and then she swallowed his cock completely. This time the head of his cock was nearly hitting her throat as she sucked it passionately. Her head was bobbing up and down his cock as though she was sucking the best lollipop. Her eyes were on him watching him smoke and take sharp intakes of breath as her magic worked on him.
Anjali: cigeratte peena zaroori hai kya? (Is it necessary to smoke?)
Boss: tumhaare baad yahi ek cheez hai jise mai nahi chodd sakta. (After you, this is the only thing I can’t resist.)
Anjali was furiously moving her hand up and down his wet cock while they continued talking in whispers. Then Boss once again urged her to suck by gently pushing her head to his cock. Anjali smiled and resumed her task again. After few minutes of sucking Boss asked her to stop.
Boss: Almost choot gaya tha me. (I almost ejaculated.)
Anjali: agar waisa hua hota to mai tumhe chodd ti nahi. (If that had happened, you would’ve had it from me)
Boss: achaa? Chalo ab kaam khatam karte hai… (Really? Let’s just finish the job)
Boss pulled a blanket over them. She was under him and their chests were crushed together. She felt his hand go down and adjust the penis over her vagina. Then his hand returned and their fingers laced together with each other. The moment his penis went in, Anjali gasped and their hands gripped each other tighter.
Boss smiled and he guided his cock to the tip of her vagina and for few seconds he rubbed the tip over it. Anjali nearly cried in frustration and he inserted his cock deep inside her vagina. She felt her hot wet vaginal walls engulf his meat and then followed the real love making. Boss kept thrusting in and out of her wet dripping cunt and grunting in the effort as Anjali kept gasping with very thrust inwards.
Anjali: ah, ah, ah, ah, oh……oh……ah-ah…..hmmm…..
His penis was simulating and stretching her starving vagina so well that Anjali felt like never before. With every thrust he gave she gasped as she felt him go deeper and deeper. Anjali embraced him tightly and her nails scratched his back.
Anjali: HA….haaa boss…aur zorr se….aur tez… (Yes…yeah…harder….faster.)
Boss: teri pussy aaj poora mazaa legi jaaneman…tera pati jo itne dino se nahi kar paya…who aaj hoga. (Your pussy will enjoy tonight darling…what your husband could not do, will happen tonight.)
Anjali: oh..ha…karo…bahut achaa se ho raha hai…aur thoda tez. (Oh…ha…do it…I fell great…do it faster)
The powerful thrusts were making her and the bed rock back and forth. He breasts moved up and down with the thrusts and she held them for Boss to suck. And as he increased the speed she felt an orgasm building up. A loud sound was coming as their hips slammed against each other over the wet crotch area and Anjali’s hand went down under the blanket to his ass. She clutched his hip and pushed it to help him go deeper.
Boss’s mouth was now on hers and they weren’t exactly kissing. But their mouths were clasped onto each other. His tempo slowed for some time and Anjali gave some upward thrusts to gain the momentum again.
Boss: andar hee chodd doo kya. (Should I release inside?)
Anjali: nahi… (No…)
Boss: Kyu? Pinky ko chota bhai ya behen nahi chahiye?)
Anjali: theek hai… (Alright then.)
The momentum he had lost was gained again and through his furious banging Anjali had another orgasm. Few seconds later his body rose and she felt his cock expand and contract at the same time. The hot fluid filled her vagina and Boss dropped aside exhausted. Anjali took a tissue paper and wiped her thighs while boss went to the bathroom. They slept peacefully that night.
Next morning:
Anjali was packing her daughter’s Tiffin when she heard Pinky asking her to hurry. Anjali raced out and gave it to her. The school bus arrived and Mahendra came out of bedroom just in time to say goodbye.
Anjali: Bye Pinky!
Pinky: Bye mumma, bye daddy.
Mahendra: bye beta.
Then he turned to Anjali and said.
Mahendra: Kal boss-colleague waala role play mast tha… agli baar kuch naya karnege. (Yesterday’s boss-colleague role-play was nice. Let’s do something new next time.)
Anjali smiled and they walked back inside.
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Author’s note: Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed. This story was written keeping in mind some of my readers who are married for over ten to twenty years and lost the spice in their sex lives. So I wrote this to make them try this role play with their wives if and only they are willing. Do not force them to do it for they might find it wrong.
I have written few stories here and my readers say that “PA’s wife Anjali” was the best one so all those reading my story for the first time can read the mentioned story as well as “When an Author meets her Regular reader” which is equally popular.
Thank you. Have a nice day/night.
Vera
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