“Ananya, Ananya Ramachandran,” the attendant shouted. That’s when I realized I was daydreaming. “That’s me,” I said and stood up. Everyone in the lobby was looking at me, a hot Indian housewife, especially at my midriff. My saree pallu was flying in the air giving everyone a show of my navel. I realized it and quickly covered it. “You can go in. Your husband works on the fifth floor,” he said. The elevator door was about to close, but I managed to get in. Only one man was in. He must be above 40, got a little belly fat but didn’t look unfit at all. I noticed him checking out my body through the elevator door reflection. That’s when I got a look at myself. My dress was totally messy, revealing a lot of skin. I panicked, trying to correct it. “Calm down, take it slow,” the man said. “My husband asked me to bring these files immediately,” I told him, correcting my saree. “Need help?” he turned towards me and came close. He removed the safety pin that was holding my saree pallu and pinned it properly. He looked at my hip. The saree was tucked pretty low. “Well, that’s perfect the way it is,” he said and turned back. We reached the fifth floor. “Do you know where my husband’s cabinet is?” I asked him. “You haven’t even told me his name. But he is Arun Ramachandran, right? I’m his boss. You can give it to me,” he said and started walking. I followed him. “Thank you, sir. But still, can I know his cabinet? I have to inform him,” I told him. “You seem so tired. Come to my room first. Drink some water,” he said and opened a door room. Outside there was a nameplate that read ‘Varun Krishnan, General Manager.’ I followed him into the room and let the door close itself. He handed a glass of water to me and asked, “You seem like a dutiful wife. How long are you both married?” He sat down on his chair and started searching for something. “We got married three months ago, sir,” I told him. “Got it,” he said, taking out the file he was searching for. “You can sit down, Ananya.” “Ananya Ramachandran, age 26, bachelor in computer science, master in business administration! Wow, very impressive,” he said. “Thank you, sir.” “Oh wait, I remember. Arun invited me to the wedding. But I had some work. I’m so sorry I missed your wedding,” he said. “It’s not a problem, sir. We’ve met now!” I said. “So, how do you manage to be a dutiful and a working wife? Did you go home from work and took the file he asked for?” he asked. “Sir, I’m a housewife,” I said. “What?” he was shocked. “But you are so overqualified to be a housewife.” “Arun’s parents are orthodox, so they are not okay with me working,” I said with a bit of sadness. “That’s a shame. You know I’m looking for a secretary. I’ll talk to Arun, and you’re going to start tomorrow,” he said. “Tomorrow? But sir…” “No buts Ananya. I can’t let a beautiful and talented woman like you waste your time at home,” he said. “Thank you, sir. I’ll be so happy to work for you,” I said. “It’s not so easy. You should be able to go beyond your limits to keep your boss satisfied. You should work overtime whenever I want you to. You should be ready to make some sacrifices,” he said. “Sure, sir. It’ll be such a pleasure to work for you,” I told him, smiling. “Let me ask you a few questions. You can consider this as your interview,” he said. “Sir, I’m getting nervous,” I told him. “No need to be, Ananya. I’m sure you’ll do fine,” he said. “So, are you okay with traveling? You should be coming with me wherever I go to work.” “Of course, that won’t be a problem if you talked to my husband.” “Will you be able to satisfy everything that your boss requires from you? Will you be able to help him out in any situation?” he asked. “Sure, I will.” “Let’s say your boss has a boner. What will you do?” he asked. I was shocked. “Sir, what do you…” “I thought you said you’d be able to help your boss with everything,” he interrupted me in the middle. ‘This has to be a mental test. I have to pass this. I have to prove I’m mentally strong and prepared,’ I said to myself. “I will help him out, sir. I will try my best to keep it down,” I said with confidence. “How?” “Sir, I don’t know how to explain that,” I said. “Then demonstrate,” he said as he got up and came in front of me. “Right now?” “Yes.” I removed his pant belt and unzipped it. I rubbed his big black cock over the underwear. His dick sprang up on my face as I pulled down his underwear. I stroked it slowly. “You know if your boss has a boner before some big meetings, you gotta deal with it quickly. So your salary will be given based on how quickly you bring it down,” he said. ‘Nice challenge,’ I thought, ‘He must be thinking I’m an innocent housewife, so I’ll use that as an advantage.’ I knew I’d be able to make him cum soon, so I took my time. I spat on my hand and stroked his cock. Pulled down the foreskin and kissed the edge of his BBC. Precum started oozing out. ‘He must have been hard for a long time,’ I thought. I slowly took his cock in my mouth and sucked it simultaneously, also stroking it. His dick was so long, so I had to stroke with two hands. Meanwhile, I removed the safety pin that held my pallu and let it fall down, showing him my cleavage. My husband’s horny boss was happily playing with me. His dick pumped a bit inside my mouth after he looked at my cleavage. I touched his balls. They were definitely ready to shoot the sperms. So I continued sucking and rubbing his balls. He held my head firmly and shot his seeds in my mouth. “Wow, you went from an innocent housewife to a slutty housewife real quick,” he said, catching breath and pulling his underwear up, wearing his belt. “Anything for my boss,” I said and put my pallu on the blouse and pinned it. “Why? I was expecting to get a full show,” he said and sat back on his chair. “I’m all yours from tomorrow, sir,” I said and gave a flying kiss. “You’re such a tease, Ananya. Arun is so lucky to have you,” he said. “Maybe. But I’m not lucky to have him.” “Oh. That bad?” he asked with disgust on his face. I nodded sadly, pouting my lips. “Don’t worry, you got me now,” he said as he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “You’re dismissed now since it’s your first day you should come to work at 8 am. Don’t come with your husband. Ask him to come at his regular time,” he said. “Sure, boss,” I said and got up from the chair. He opened the door for me. “Let me walk you out,” he said and put his hand on my bareback. While walking to the elevator, I heard two office boys talking with each other. “Looks like he found another woman,” one said. “Let’s see how long this one lasts,” the other said. “She’s a solid 11/10. There’s no way Varun sir will let her go soon.” “Look at her eyes. She’s so innocent, she’s not the right one for this job. Either she’s gonna call the police or resign once tries anything with her.” “I’ll bet you 1000 rupees you’re wrong.” “A bet it is.” The elevator door closed, and I wasn’t able to hear them. The idiots were talking, thinking I couldn’t hear them. But Varun sir really didn’t hear anything, as far as I know. He didn’t even react a bit. We reached the ground floor, he walked with me to the entry gate. “See that Mercedes? That’s mine, get in. I informed my driver to drop you home. Just tell him the address,” he said and tapped on my back. “Thank you, sir, that’s so nice of you,” I said. “Save your thanks. You’ll have to thank me tomorrow morning but not by words,” he said and winked. To be continued. I hope you liked this story of a hot next-door kind of housewife. Please send your feedback at [email protected]. It’ll motivate me a lot for writing the next stories.
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