I am Anu. I come from a high middle class family. My father is from rural area but since he was in transferable service we stayed in towns, mostly small or medium. I studied in the best available schools and had been good in studies as well as other extra curricular activities. My father, though strict disciplinarian, used to pamper me a lot telling me that I was cut above all other classmates or friends of mine. This made me feel superior to all my age group girls or even little older ones. I have fair complexion with attractive face. I am comparatively tall with fairly good shape.
My father was transferred to Delhi when I was in 8th standard. Though we had visited Delhi off and on but it was totally different to live here. I was admitted to a very reputed co-education school. I found boys & girls very advanced and forward. I felt I was way behind them. This hurt my pride as I was used to being in the lead. So I made concerted efforts to be like them. I changed my hair style to shoulder length from wearing braids. I started copying clothing trends, their mannerism and way of speaking. In short I tried to become a modern girl in every way. I completed my schooling and then moved on to college. My father was transferred but I continued staying in Delhi with my mother as I wanted to continue my education here. He had purchased a house for us in a decent locality. The inhabitants of this locality are also well to do and modern.
I developed friendship with a boy while in 1st year of college. We, in keeping with trend, became close in due course of time and on his insistence had physical relations too as that seemed to be the in thing. I did PG Diploma in marketing after graduation. Thereafter I got a job with a reputed company as marketing executive. This gave me feeling of financial independence. However I could never go against wishes of my father. He refused to accept my boyfriend for marriage with me. So I was married as per his choice.
I went out with my husband few times before marriage and we spoke about our future. He is a nice person. I had known before marriage that we will need to stay with his parents as he is the only son. I had shown my willingness. We got married few months after our engagement. His parents are nice and welcomed me with a lot of love. They give me a lot of freedom and respect. His father is very frank and open minded. He always supported me if there was any need for it. I have no complaints against them.
About six months after my marriage I asked my husband to live separately as some of my friends were. I told him that I wanted to have my own home because I never felt this as my home. He refused. I have not said anything to his parents. So I started picking some issue or the other and go over to my parents. I used to return after a week or more hoping that he might agree to live separately. We have been married for about a year and half now. I came to my parent’s place about 4 months ago telling him that I would return only if he agreed to live separately but he is still not willing. I have been to his place on few week ends as I am working. His parents do not interfere though father is keen that I get back at the earliest. They have left it to their son to decide if he wishes to live separately. I know I am causing a lot of tension but I want him to be stressed out to give in to my demand. I do miss his company as I am a normal healthy girl of 26.
I had changed my job last month as such I have not visited him for three weeks. I am now with a Marketing Consultancy Company. We do not have any dress code for office but we do wear formals when we go for meeting with clients. Mostly I wear jeans with normal tops. At times I wear low waist jeans. I know that when I bend to pick up anything I expose my butt a little. This gives me a thrill that I can still make men look at me. This also gives me a feeling that I am living with time.
My boss Amit, is good looking and very advanced. He wears trendy clothes. His wife is very beautiful and modern. Many a times I wish I was like her. She is working in a MNC. They have been married for about 3 years. He is little elder to my husband. We share good working relationship. I try to match his outlook of life. I make efforts to live upto his expectations. At times we sit late when new product is being launched. During our casual chit chats I told him that I was at my parent’s place and the reasons for that. He seemed very understanding and supporive.
We got a reputed company as new client about 2 weeks ago. We are working on launch of their new products. This is being conceptualized by Amit and me. Last Friday there was some maintenance work being carried out in our office. Around lunch Amit suggested that we move to his place where we could carry on with work without disturbance. I was thrilled at this suggestion as I felt that he found me so competent for coming out with new ideas. So we picked up our laptops and other necessary items to go.
I followed him in my car. I was awed to see his apartment in a posh locality. It was so modern and with such amenities. His wife was away at work. We placed our laptops on work table in the study room. He ordered for lunch which was expected in about half an hour. He asked me if I would like to have something to drink as he was going to have a glass of beer. I did not want to be seen as not modern so I opted for beer with little Limca or Fanta. I have had drinks earlier since college days to live upto reputation of being modern. We moved over to drawing room. He busied himself getting our drinks. He asked me to take out snacks kept in the bottom drawer of sideboard in the dinning room. I was in low waist jeans and a short top. As I bent to open the said drawer I could sense that I was exposing almost half my butt. When I straightened I saw him staring intently at me. I felt strange current running through me. I gathered myself up. We sat down in the drawing room with our drinks, chit chatting and waiting for lunch to be delivered. By the time it reached we had had a couple of glasses of beer. We had quick lunch and some more beer with it. After that we moved over to study room for work.
We sat on opposite sides of the table working on our laptops. A little later when I told him about what kind of approach I was thinking of, he came over to see it on my laptop. He bent over my shoulder. This closeness sent shivers down my spine. He read what I had typed and exclaimed it to be fantastic. He made some suggestions still bending over my shoulder while I entered those. I could feel his warm breath on the nape of my neck. I started feeling aroused, may be as I had not been with my husband for so many days. I too suggested some changes. While talking I found my voice to be shaky. He put his hands on my shoulders telling me to relax. He kept his hands on my shoulders. He gently pressed and massaged them. This made me want more. Once we had finished the text and read it a couple of times, he praised my work giving a peck on my cheek. I am sure he could feel my shivers. As I got up he pulled me into his arms. I like a zombie melted into his embrace. He held me tightly. As his lips touched mine I felt my knees weakening. Then in highly desirous state I let him lead me to the bedroom. Once there I submitted to his manipulations without any resistance. He undressed me first and then himself. What followed was mad hungry lusty union. Afterwards he told me that he had been wanting to do this ever since the time he saw me at interview. On his asking repeatedly I honestly confessed that I too had enjoyed it. He promised that he would take care of me as long as I wanted due to being away from my husband. I returned home with all kinds of thoughts churning in my mind.
Today is Sunday. After the week end I have to go to office tomorrow. I am in two minds. One says I should not go as I feel having been used. The other says that I should go so we can continue with our relationship to satiate my physical needs and to hell with mama’s boy, my husband. My mind is in confusion.
NOTE BY AUTHOR : This is based on true behavior of a girl. Her bearing and conduct is office gossip.
Don’t you think this can happen if one takes unreasonable stand coupled with projecting false facade of oneself?