A wife sleeps with her husband's bully from work to appease him.
Author's note: While adultery can be a great source of enjoyment in fantasy and erotica, in real life it damages souls and destroys marriages. Please treat the following story as a fiction and fantasy piece only. It is written to deliver pleasure and has no other purpose. - Tarek Zia
"So, your bully is now your boss." My wife Sanjana muttered. "What a complicated situation!"
"Well, he is not my bully." I grumbled. "Just a bully."
"Who now happens to be your boss!"
Sanjana was right though.
Waqar was someone I had known in university. He is ten years my senior. When I started undergrad, he was doing his Masters. In India, all the freshmen at the university are subject to 'ragging', which is just plain old bullying, by the upper year fellows. It is supposed to be outlawed but every institution in India has it. Supposed to make a man out of you - they say. All false.
Waqar was in the master's program, so really, he shouldn't be wasting his time with undergrads, but he was the big bully on campus. He was huge... nearly seven feet, and all muscle. There were rumours that ten years ago, when he had been an undergrad, he had actually gotten a female lecturer pregnant. She was unmarried, and there was a huge scandal, but Waqar's father was (and remains) a powerful politician, and it was all covered up. He graduated, worked for his family business, and then came back to university to complete his master's.
And make my life miserable.
For the three years he and I both were in university, he made my life hell. I was short, skinny, lanky, and a bookish nerd - in other words, a bully magnet. Waqar constantly found some way or other to make my life woeful. There were two of us - Ghulam and I - good friends, and Waqar bullied both of us. Physically, emotionally, in every way he was a pain in the ass.
Only in my final year, he graduated, so that was the year I had some respite from him.
And now, after fifteen years, he was back in my life.
As my boss. And as minority owner of the firm I worked for.
* * *
"You are a grown ass adult." Sanjana told me. "Why can't you deal with your bully?"
Sanjana is my wife. We have been married for 2 years now. She is still as pretty today, as beautiful, as sexy, as she had been when I had first known her in university... oh, nearly seventeen years ago. I had met her on the first day of university, and she had been in my class. However, it was just a casual acquaintance - a gorgeous girl like Sanjana didn't really hang out with bullied nerds like me. She had a steady string of handsome and muscular and rich boyfriends through the four years of university - cricket captains, hockey captains, wealthy good-looking heirs to businesses, playboys and so on. I would see her in my classes and sometimes we were paired up for group projects but that's all the contact I had with her. Every time I saw her, she had a guy with her, whose arms were wrapped protectively around her hips, or was following her like a lost puppy.
Then, after graduation, we both sort of lost contact with each other. I would see her on social media, or sometimes hear about her through common friends, but that was it. Sometimes I would see pictures of her in exotic locations, or with some new guy, but I wasn't too active on social media. After some time, she stopped appearing on my feeds.
Then, out of the blue, two years ago, Sanjana called me up.
"Hey Anand." Her voice was still the sultry sexy voice I had remembered. "Do you recognize who I am?"
Of course I did! How could I forget that sexy voice!
Sanjana was in town, and she wanted to meet me for coffee. Me! So, we met. And she was very direct.
"It's been thirteen years since graduation, Anand." She told me, once we had sat down with our drinks. She was dressed in a very elegant chiffon sari. Even though I was dressed well, I felt like a homeless bum in her presence. "And you are still not married, Anand?"
"Sanjana... I... I..." What could I say. I had a few relationships, but they always ended after a while. Apparently, I was too much of a 'nice guy', or too much of a 'pushover', or didn't 'assert myself enough'. I have been told I was 'lazy', 'unromantic', and 'boring'.
"I was busy trying to make a career." I lied. "I just didn't have the time for a stable relationship."
"Hmm." Sanjana chuckled. "And yet you are a mid level marketing executive, working for a really small company, which itself is doing average but not too well. You are not young anymore, Anand, so if you are laid off it will take time for you to find another job. Your career isn't that stellar - it is OK but could be more."
"Yea... I guess." I could have pushed back... but as I said, I was too much of a nice guy. Plus, this was Sanjana. The beautiful, sexy, Sanjana. And she wanted to have coffee with me!
"You still have your hair though." Sanjana smiled. "You haven't gone bald. And you are slightly chubby, with a little paunch, but overall, you still haven't let yourself go. You are thirty-five, but you look younger. At least that is a good thing."
"Er... thanks, I think." I mumbled. "And Sanjana, you don't look a day older than when we last met!"
"Oh, you are too kind." Sanjana laughed and tossed her hair. "I know I am not a young twenty-year-old now. Not everything is as pointed as it once was!"
"Um... I..." I managed to stammer. "I couldn't tell, Sanjana. You have maintained yourself well."
"Thank you. OK, now let me tell you why I really wanted to meet you, Anand." Sanjana leaned forward on the table and clasped my hands. "I want to marry you. Here I am, not on my knees, but still... proposing to you."
It took all my effort not to cum at that moment. Already her hands were on mine, she was smiling at me, and praising my looks, and then she said she wanted to marry me.
"Uh... you... want to... marry... me?"
"I know, I know." Sanjana threw her head back and laughed. "Me... Sanjana. Slutty Sanjana. Queen of the prom. Dating sports captains and rich playboys. And now... me... the lady who always had a dick in one of her holes... I want to marry an average thirty-five-year-old middle-class nerd, possibly a virgin, with a slight paunch. That's what you are thinking?"
Well, maybe not so derogatively but yes, that is what I was thinking.
"Look, there's no denying that I am getting older." Sanjana admitted, looking at me. "It's been thirteen years since graduation, and I had my fun. I am also thirty-five, and been around the block... and as you know... and so does probably everyone in our alumni circle... I am no virgin. I am... was... a slut."
"Er... we know." I sheepishly grinned. "But still, you want to marry... me?"
Sanjana suddenly looked at me.
"It is important I tell you something... just a little... about my past." She spoke. "Do you want to listen?"
I could only nod.
"A rich Bollywood actor once fucked me and this other girl... his girlfriend... for two hours straight on his yacht in Dubai." Sanjana told me. "And I let him fuck me only because I was on his boat. He made me kiss him, kiss his girlfriend, lick his ass... and I did it. I licked a man's ass. And his girlfriend's ass. All because of who he was."
I looked at her, amazed that she was sharing this with me.
"And for some time, I worked for a Minister - I won't tell you his name, but I was his Personal Assistant, officially. A secretary." Sanjana continued. "Unofficially, well... he used me as his personal fucktoy. For almost a year I was in his service. Even though he was married. Every morning it was my job... to give this Minister a blowjob... and other 'services'. That's how much of a slut I was. I would accompany him on all of his travels... and yes, at night... I would be in his hotel room, not mine."
I was not surprised... I had expected Sanjana to be like this.
"Once, for half a year," Sanjana carried on. "I served as a 'pet' to one of the tech tycoons in Bangalore. Yes, a pet. And just like any other pet, I would remain naked all the time. I would sit when told to and wait obediently for his next command. Not only was the pay good, but he was hung like a fucking horse. He would fuck me hard for hours, bareback, and still leave me craving for more. And he was sadistic... sometimes he would spank me... and blister my ass red. Other times he would cane me. His wife would sometimes slap me as well, and I would happily take it. As a 'pet', they would sometimes give me food in a bowl, and I would have to eat it like a dog. Other times, they made me relieve myself... in their presence. I am not going to share all the details... but I need you to have an idea... before you say yes or no to marrying me."
"Wow." I shook my head. "You certainly had a... colourful... adventurous... life."
"Why am I telling you this... just so you know. I want to be honest. If we get married, as my husband, you should love me no matter how many loads of cum I had had in my pussy in the past. I want to stress that it is all in the past." Sanjana bit her lips. "Anand, I am no Sati Savitri. But my whoring days are over, and as I said, I am getting old. Right now, I am jobless, and really, I don't have any desire to work. I want to settle... I want a husband to pay my bills. In return, I will forget my past... and be my husband's obedient good wife."
"And you chose me." I asked.
"When I tried to see who the people are I know... who are still available... decent people... you were on the top of the list, Anand." Sanjana told me. "You are still available... true... but you have a job, your health, your hair, and you are decent looking enough. And I promise you... I will take care of you... sexually... once we marry. I am not on my knees now... but I will when you want me to be."
"You will take care of me... sexually." I repeated her words, still trying to process the whole thing.
Sanjana clasped her hands on mine and leaned forward, smiling.
"I know a few things, Anand." She grinned. "Trust me, you will never complain of not getting laid! I am not going to be one of those wives that don't have sex with their husbands, Anand. I want to get fucked... all the time! Even if it's you!"
Even if it's me.
I said, yes, of course. Who will say no to Sanjana!
And so, we got married, and it's been five two years. Sanjana was a good wife, and she knew how to cook, and for sure she knew how to satisfy a man in bed. She never commented on my performance, saying it was "good enough", and "size doesn't really matter", and never ever brought up her past experiences. Once I did try to ask her about some of her wildest incidents, and she got angry.
"Why do you ask about those? What are you, a cuckold wannabe?" She got really angry. "Do you want to rub my nose in it that I was a whore in my twenties? I told you I want to forget that past."
I never brought it up again. But sometimes, during sex, I did feel she was giving me a look. Maybe it was my imagination, but sometimes I felt she was thinking I wasn't really enough... maybe she needed more.
My closest friend from university days was Ghulam - the same Ghulam who was bullied along with me by Waqar, and he was now a corporate lawyer, and a moderately successful one. Ghulam had been unlucky in love though. He had been married and then got divorced when he discovered his wife was cheating on him. Then... after a long time... he had a girlfriend, who he also found out was cheating on him. After that, he had sworn off women, and now occasionally dated, preferring to remain single, and happy. He wasn't really overjoyed that I had married Sanjana, though I also detected a touch of envy from him.
"You are lucky to land such a hot and slutty wife, Anand." He told me once, when we had met up for drinks. "Sagar, do you remember him... he was in our dorm. He was the college squash champion. I had gone to his room once to study with him, and I didn't realize he had a girl there. I opened the door, and there Sanjana Bhabhi was... riding Sagar's cock. All I could do was stand there and watch as her big ass bounced up and down on his cock. Sagar saw me looking and gave me a thumbs up. He then smacked Sanjana Bhabhi's butt, and she continued to fuck him, knowing I was there... watching."
"Well, she wasn't your Sanjana Bhabhi then." I murmured. "But yes, I heard about Sagar and her."
"Sagar was my group dorm captain." Ghulam told me. "And he was quite proud that he was banging Sanjana Bhabhi. Slutty Sanjana - we used to call her. Or Sexy Sanjana. Sometimes when she was over, he would leave the room door open. He knew we all juniors would watch from outside. Sagar was well built too - like a horse. He would hammer Sanjana Bhabhi and constantly tell her he was filling her with his 'seed', as he called it. She seemed to like it when he spanked her ass. Sagar would sometimes make her bend over, so her back was to us, and she couldn't see us watching... and then spank Sanjana Bhabhi on her butt cheeks... making them red... before fucking her. She had... I guess she still has... a nice ass... Sanjana Bhabhi."
I didn't know why I let Ghulam talk like that about my wife, but I didn't mind. For some reason I was curious to hear more about my wife's past exploits, but information was limited. I had found out who the Minister was, by the way. Well, let's say he wasn't just a normal Minister anymore. But it was weird to watch him on TV, and to think my wife's duty had been to give him a blowjob every morning, just to make sure this man was calm and stress free throughout the day.
Sanjana knew I met up with Ghulam from time to time, and that he was my best friend.
"It's nice you still have a best friend... the same one from university." She once told me. "Most of my friends... most of them now want nothing to do with me... that they are married and all. They still think I will steal their husband! Even though I am now married. They were just using me... in college... to get some guys. You are lucky you have a true friend."
"Well." I didn't know what to say. Certainly, Ghulam didn't have a high opinion of Sanjana... but I wasn't going to tell her that. "HE is a good lawyer too."
"That's good." Sanjana nodded. "You should ask him how you can get ahead at work. Maybe he knows some legal tricks... you can't be a saint all the time, Anand."
Well... Ghulam did have legal advice for me. All related to Sanjana, of course.
"I think you should delay buying a house." Ghulam had told me sometime after my marriage. "See how it goes with Sanjana Bhabhi. Otherwise... if you split, you will lose the house."
"You don't think I can keep her!" I had joked. "I mean... yes... she enjoyed herself in your youth, but now we are older... and she's settling down."
"A slutty woman like that never settles down, Anand. A woman like that has nothing to offer men apart from sex." Ghulam, still stuck on his misogynistic thinking, told me. "Marriage only benefits this type of women; this is why Sanjana Bhabhi is now getting married to you. She was... and is... way out of your league, Anand. Women like her - they don't care about losers like us. They wait at the finish line for the winner and give the winner their pussy while ignoring us losers."
"Well, this time," I chuckled, "I would appear to be the winner. Her pussy is mine."
"Just for now." Ghulam wouldn't budge. "You are a nice guy. Women like Sanjana Bhabhi use nice guys while submitting to the bad guys. You are a placeholder."
And now... two years later, I would find out exactly how true his words were.
"Waqar's an adult. You are an adult." Sanjana told me. "What exactly is he doing in the office that you feel bullied?"
"Well, he disparages me." I admitted. "He will laugh at my ideas in the meeting and tell me to work harder. And he will call me names. He will say...come on... 'is this why you are getting paid'. He puts me down in front of others."
"That doesn't sound so bad." Sanjana was unsympathetic. "So just work harder."
"I just walked in the lunchroom the other day," I told her, "And he was telling me how he and I were in the gym locker in university and a girl walked in and started laughing when she saw me. It's a fake story... he knows it... but everyone was laughing in the office."
"So, people think you have a small dick." Sanjana rolled her eyes. "As I told you, size is not a big deal. Just do your work in the office."
* * *
"You need to stick it with that company for at least a couple of years." Ghulam told me. "You guys are going public, and you will get a nice huge cash bonus for your stock options. Enough to make your downpayment on a new house. Maybe even more."
After a month, I had decided to confess to Ghulam about my work troubles and seek his advice.
"But Waqar is making my life hell." I complained. "You remember how he was when we were students. Now imagine him being your boss."
"Don't you have an HR division?" Ghulam asked.
"Waqar now owns 15% of the company. He is the majority owner." I sighed. "And the HR person is his cousin too."
"So... he actually bought into your company?" Ghulam asked. Suddenly his eyebrows were raised. "He is a shareholder. That raises a lot of ethical questions and minefields he has to be careful of in the office."
"Who cares about the law, especially when Waqar has that politically powerful father!" I remarked.
"Still." Ghulam mused. "His father's party is going to lose the next election for sure. He should be more careful."
Ghulam did have me do one thing. He made me note down every time Waqar mistreated me or did something unethical in the office. I didn't know why, but he did have his reasons.
"It's a good thing." Sanjana nodded when I told her what Ghulam asked me to do. "At least one of you is thinking with his head."
"But it has no impact." I shrugged. "His behaviour is just getting worse. And it's not illegal to be an asshole."
* * *
"Why don't you invite him over for drinks." Sanjana suggested to me one day, after I complained about Waqar again. "Let him come to our house. Watch an IPL game or something, and maybe have some snacks too, and a couple of beers. It might endear you to him."
"Hmm." I had my doubts, but Sanjana's suggestion had merit. "Let me see if he will come over next Saturday."
"Besides," Sanjana giggled. "He might wonder how you have such a hot wife! Maybe, he might get a new respect for you... how you landed such a wife!"
"I don't know." I shook my head. "He loves a power trip and loves to be in control. Now, being a shareholder and a boss, nothing will change him."
"Still, invite him." Sanjana insisted. "I have a way with men. We just have to figure out what he wants, and give that to him, so he respects you. Perhaps... if I say sorry on behalf of my husband to him... he will soften up."
I have a way with men.
"Hmm." Even as Sanjana told me this, I started to get a premonition, but I let the thought pass.
But that premonition didn't pass. It stayed and simmered in my head, even as I invited Waqar the next day. Waqar looked bemused but accepted my invitation. He was going to come over next Saturday.
* * *
"Give me a drink. Pepsi." Waqar commanded. He was like a giant the way he hovered over me. I had just admitted Waqar to my house and took him to the living room. We took out seats on the sofa. Sanjana was still in the kitchen, cutting up some meat for sandwiches. She hadn't come out to greet him yet.