"Er... yes, Sir."
Waqar then leaned towards me.
"Look, Anand. I promised your wife I wouldn't bully you at work." He told me. "And as she requested, I even gave you a promotion and a raise. All for your wife. Sanjana is such a good slut. The way she does fellatio! She cups my ball sac while licking my dick... and she knows exactly when I am about to erupt in her mouth. I have never had a woman like that. So yes, I promised Sanjana, I won't bully you, and I won't. But if you disobey me again, I will slap you in front of the entire office."
"Er... I am sorry, Sir."
"Look," Ghulam told me, when I confessed to him what had happened. "This is good. Just do more of his work... and we just have to be patient until your company goes public. Make sure what he is signing is correct, though. You don't want legal troubles to come back your way."
All I could hear was Sanjana's plea to me.
Do something.
* * *
Almost a year and half after he had started to fuck Sanjana, Waqar decided to take the next step.
"I am going on a business trip to Goa." He told me. "Two weeks. You will handle the paperwork here in the office. I will be in Goa. Meetings and all in the mornings and afternoons."
There was a conference in Goa, and it was about the latest technologies used in our business. Waqar was going to attend the conference seminars and workshops, and that mean I had to pick up even more of his slack than usual. For two weeks he won't be in the office, and all that work would pile up for me.
"Sir, would you be working in the evening on your contracts?" I asked him.
"Are you an idiot?" Waqar laughed. "All those meetings and seminars drain me. YOU need to do my work. Sign on my behalf too. You know how to copy my sign."
He was actually asking me to forge his signature.
"Are you sure, Sir?"
"Yes." Waqar nodded. "The whole day's conference and all that networking will drain me. I won't work in the evenings, but then... I will also be bored in the evenings. However, Anand... I have a solution."
The solution to his boredom was my wife. So Waqar decided he was taking Sanjana off to Goa for two weeks to be with him.
"Sir, all those new contracts." I told him. "Are you sure you want me to finalize them, and sign in your place?"
"I am sure! I fully trust you. Just don't make mistakes." Waqar grinned. "Now leave... I want to plan my vacation with your wife."
"Er... yes, Sir." I sighed. "What shall I tell her to pack?"
"She doesn't need to pack much." Waqar grinned. "She will be naked most of the time!"
They Zoom called me from their Goa hotel room that first night as they were making love. His cock was inside her at the time. He was deliberately fucking her from behind, making her face the camera. I was sickened to see a ball gag in her mouth and her wrists tied with white silk. She was sitting legs apart on his huge balls, with her pussy, wet and luscious, wrapped around his engorged cock.
"The best thing about your slut wife is the way her tits bounce." Waqar said. "Watch this, Anand."
He started thrusting into her as she arched her back to show me her boobs. A long thread of drool hung from her mouth and Waqar smeared it appreciatively all over her breasts, taunting me. Then he removed the ball gag and untied her wrists and made her suck her pussy juices off his massive, veiny cock. My dick was rock hard as I watched my bully use the love of my life as his own personal sex doll. And she let him.
"Did you miss my cock, slut?" Waqar asked her. "After all, I hadn't fucked you in two weeks before this."
"Oh, yes, Sir." Sanjana exclaimed. "I... and my pussy... missed your big cock, Sir."
"You love my cock, Sanjana?"
"Oh yes, I love your big cock, Sir. I want you to fill all my holes, Sir."
When they hung up, I ejaculated pathetically into my hand and climbed into bed, miserable and wretched. I spent the two weeks jacking off at home every night, waiting for her, while she spent her nights with him. Later I asked her how it was.
"I was required to be naked all the time in the hotel room." Sanjana told me. "I slept in the mornings when he was in the conference. That's because I knew I would spend the night with his cock in one of my holes or another. By the end of the first week, I was so sore and tired. His stamina... what can I say... he fucked me nonstop for hours! He just kept pumping further and further inside me - and I just kept kissing him and kissing him. Basically, I was his three-hole-fucktoy in the night. Sometimes he would pop in the day, even between meetings... and didn't even give me time to get fully wet."
"That ball gag... and those other things." I recollected. "I never knew you were... familiar... or experienced... with those things."
"Do you remember Sagar, our squash champion when we were in university?" Sanjana suddenly told me. "He... well... he introduced me to all sorts of toys. He liked to experiment. And now... your boss... oh, how he caned me! And used the strap on my ass! Oh... it was so red on the flight back, I could hardly sit on my seat!"
"Did anyone see you guys?" I asked her. A couple of the other senior staff had also gone to the conference. I didn't want it to become public knowledge that my wife was Waqar's sex slut.
"No." Sanjana told me. "After all, Waqar was very careful. He is married, as you know, and he doesn't want a whiff of a scandal. Especially since it's his dad and his party up for elections. He kept me carefully hidden from everyone."
"That's good."
"Don't worry, my love." Sanjana came and stroked my hand. "I really love you, my love. You are my husband. I am only doing this...so you can get some respite from him. Unless of course... you do something."
* * *
"You just have to hang on." Ghulam told me when I met him. "Not long now before your company goes public. And remember, Waqar's father just lost the elections, so he is vulnerable."
If Waqar was vulnerable, he certainly didn't show it. In fact, he started to get even more brazen in his adultery. He would now show up at my house any time he felt like it to "dump a load into his bitch", as he liked to say. And of course, his bitch was the love of my life - my wife. She would drop everything and go down on her knees for his cock. And Sanjana would then look accusingly at me - that I never made her feel that way!
"I feel so proud to drain his balls completely." Sanjana admitted to me. The same lips I kissed on my wedding day were now constantly wrapped around my bully's cock. "His orgasms are strong... and long. He shoots load after load in me, and he often goes balls deep inside me. He makes me cum when I feel his cock twitch in my pussy."
"I don't masturbate." Waqar once told me as he was fucking her in front of me on our marital bed, with every inch of his big dick buried inside my wife, her hand with the wedding ring on her finger pressing against his ass, her legs spread apart. "Whenever I feel like busting my nuts, I use your wife."
He was balls deep bareback inside Sanjana and about to cum. My wife kept encouraging him to finish deep inside her. She spread her legs even wider and held him closer.
All of us started to cum loudly at the same time. When Waqar finally left, Sanjana was so worn out that Waqar suggested she take a nap.
"I would prefer you not disturb Sanjana." Waqar told me. "I need her fresh for me later."
"Er... yes, Sir."
It was now a pattern. Whenever Waqar would be over at my place, he would be on our marital bed, my wife naked on top of him, getting her ass spanked, her thighs around his waist, her fingers guiding his giant dick inside her bare pussy, her hips moving like she can't control them.
Once he took a week off work while telling his wife he was going away on a week-long conference. Instead, he came to stay over at our place. The first day I woke up in the morning in the guest room, listening to my wife getting pounded by Waqar. When I finished breakfast and left for work, she was fucking Waqar. When I returned home from work, she was fucking Waqar.
"Sorry, babe." Sanjana managed to mumble to me. "He's not done with me yet. I didn't have time to cook. Can you order some food?"
I am doing the dishes at night, and she was still fucking Waqar. All that cock stretching her cunt - at least he allowed me to watch. After a long time of kissing and fucking on our bed, finally Waqar told her he cannot hold back his cum anymore. Sanjana wrapped her legs around him.
"After you cum in my pussy," My wife told him. "Take that big dick out and let me lick it clean for you, Sir."
"You are a good slut, Sanjana." Waqar praised her, as he ejaculated in her for the umpteenth time.
"His scent is so strong - so masculine and dominant." Sanjana confessed after the week was over. "I can barely think straight when he is with me. Did it turn you on, sweetie, knowing that his cock was going in places you can never go?"
"Why don't you use a condom!" I asked her. "I mean, I know you are on birth control... but can you trust that thing 100%!"
"I don't know." Sanjana shook her head. "His cock... it would be a crime to put a condom on something so beautiful. It must be three times the size of yours... and he is built like a Greek god. He fucks me better than you ever could. Stop worrying about a condom, honey. I am on the pill."
* * *
"I need to talk to you." Ghulam called me up once. "Are you free now?"
"Yes."
"Look, I went over the documents you sent me... about your company. And those contracts you signed on his behalf."
"Yes... what about it."
"You should just know." Ghulam told me. "If SEBI - that's the Security and Exchange Board of India - find out what your boss is allegedly signing... Waqar will be charged with insider trading, after the company goes public. And so will you."
"Why me?" I asked, even though I sort of knew the answer.
"You are the ones preparing the documents. And you should follow what the accounts is doing - but you are not. You will be charged as well. Just remember what I told you."
"Did you speak to that lawyer?"
"Yes."
"I am surprised no one in Accounting has caught on yet." I commented, not for the umpteenth time.
"They know." Ghulam laughed. "Someone in Accounting for sure knows. But everyone knows Waqar is a corrupt bully, and no one wants to confront him."
* * *
Waqar was now bold enough to take Sanjana to his house, when his wife was away.
"Don't expect your wife home tonight, loser." Waqar would me. "She's going to have a great time with me. I'll send her to you tomorrow after she makes my breakfast."
Sanjana would return the next day at lunch, barely able to walk.
"Sorry I am a little late, my love." She giggled as she told me, "I was supposed to leave after breakfast, but Waqar decided he wasn't done making love to your wife."
"Are you ok?" I asked her, concerned. "You can hardly stand."
"Don't worry, honey." She would try and comfort me. "Waqar took really good care of me. And I made him promise he won't slap you the next time he comes over. Or kick you in the ass."
"Thank you, my dear."
"I am glad you are accepting your new place in our marriage, my dear." Sanjana told me. "It's for the best, you will see. Waqar is a big, strong, and powerful man and it's good to have someone like that as your friend."
Neither me nor my wife have a single shred of dignity left. She gave up all of hers to become this brutal man's slutty cum dump, and I lost all of mine jerking off to the sight of her begging for his cum like a horny fuck pet. Every time he pumped his cock relentlessly into my wife all she could say was, "Fuck me."
I still loved my wife. I guess she also loved me. She was just doing this, so Waqar was not going to bully me at work. At least that is what I told myself. Love is understanding your wife has certain needs. It has been just over two years now since Waqar had made Sanjana his rakhel.
I thought this was as bad as it got, but then his 19-year-old son Azhar got involved. If I thought it was humiliating watching Waqar take my wife on our marital bed, it would be even more humiliating to watch my bully's son fuck my willing wife on the very same bed.
"His son?" I exclaimed, when Sanjana first told me what was happening. "Why?"
Waqar was also in the room and watched scornfully with an evil grin as Sanjana told me about his plans.
"Waqar wants me to initiate his son into adulthood." Sanjana told me. "It's going to be his twentieth birthday. You better accept it, Anand. Let go of the last shred of your manhood and embrace this."
"Can I at least watch?" I feebly asked.
"No." Sanjana shook her head. "He wants you to go to the spare room, and don't come out. Later in the evening, both father and son will soon be here, and I will do things with them that I don't want you to see."
Sometime that night, when Waqar was putting on his clothes, getting ready to leave, he called me to the bedroom.
"Sometimes Sanjana will need a good hard pounding." He told me and then pointed to his son. "That's what my boy here will give her."
"There's no easy way to say this, honey." Sanjana told me as the men watched my naked wife get dressed. Her ass was red, as a result of the spanking she had gotten from the son as Azhar had fucked her. "The son is even better than the father. He is younger, and even more fit. I know fucking him was just supposed to be a one-time thing, but now Waqar thinks I should be available to his son also."
"Let's face it, Anand." Waqar laughed gleefully. "You have a small dick. It is not surprising that Sanjana prefers fucking men with huge cocks."
I didn't say anything. Unlike Waqar, his son was only going to be able to fuck Sanjana once. I wasn't going to meekly stand in the corner and watch this college stud fuck my wife on our marital bed.
It was time to tame the bully. And do something.
The very next day the company went public. We employees became rich due to our stock options. And then, a few days after that, I sold all my stock options at a healthy profit. A week later, once the money was safe in my own bank account, I did what Ghulam and I had planned for so long.
I called the SEBI hotline.
* * *
Waqar was arrested two days after my phone call. Insider trading, embezzlement, and more - they had a huge list of charges against him. They also arrested his son Azhar. He was now an adult and was going to be charged and prosecuted as an adult.
Throughout the last three years, Waqar had kept giving me more and more of his work, and later on he would sign documents without reading them over or even have me sign on his behalf. All his thoughts were how to humiliate me and sleep with Sanjana. Well, I was going to have the last laugh.
SEBI also arrested me, as Ghulam had warned me. We had hired a crack defence lawyer though, and within a couple of hours that lawyer had got me out on bail. Later on, all charges would be dropped once I proved to the SEBI investigators that it was I who had given them the tip, and I was able to prove that Waqar had forced me to sign papers under duress.
Each document that had Waqar's signature was a deal with another company and ours. We would charge them a certain amount of money for the services we provided them - this is what Waqar was supposed to sign off. But I would also prepare another document asking the company to transfer 1% of each contract to another account - this is also what Waqar would sign. The money would go to an account that I had created, but in the name of Waqar and his son. In effect, Waqar was stealing from his own company, of which he was only a shareholder amongst many, and channeling the funding to a private joint account with his son, without other shareholders knowing.
All of this was on paper, of course, and Waqar had no idea of this account, or the fact that money was being transferred there. He was busy fucking Sanjana. And I was busy fucking him over. With Ghulam's help, of course.
SEBI finally dropped some of the charges against him, but he - and his son - was still convicted for embezzlement and theft. None of the people in accounting defended him - they all made plea deals with prosecutors to avoid their own jail terms. After all, it was their job to verify and protect the company they worked for, but they had kept quiet.
Waqar was sentenced to 7 years in jail, and his son 4 years. Waqar's once powerful father could do nothing to help them.
Our company stock plummeted, of course. No organization could survive that huge scandal, especially from their CEO and the major shareholder. The Board was dissolved, and a lot of people lost their jobs. Including me.
I didn't mind though. I had a huge financial windfall as I had sold all my stocks. SEBI did investigate me for insider trading but couldn't prove anything. Ghulam and I had planned this very well. I founded my own company, hiring some of the same people who had gotten laid off, and soon we were doing very well. After all, we just took over many of the former clients of our own former company. And now... I was the boss.
We started to do really well. Ghulam, who had also invested in my company, was happy too. We were making lots of money. So much that I finally had enough to not just put a downpayment, but to buy a house outright with cash.
"Are you sure you want to buy a house, while you are still married to Sanjana Bhabhi?" Ghulam asked me. It has been almost a year since I had called SEBI, and almost six months of our own company. Sanjana and I would soon celebrate our fifth anniversary.
"I am sure." I told him.
"How can you remain married to her, after all this?" Ghulam asked me.
It was a question I sometimes asked myself. I visited Waqar in prison two weeks ago.
"So... you have come to gloat!" Waqar told me, as he was brought before me by the guards. "I thought it was my lawyer. But it's you."
He spat in my direction.
"I want you to know that actions have consequences." I told him, having the same smirk on my face that he used to have. "I had planned this well. Your wife is now going to divorce you. I have visited her and told her how you slept with Sanjana. I even showed her the pictures. And the videos."
Waqar remained stoic, just staring at me.
"You are broken." I told him. "You are in jail. Your son is in jail. Your marriage is over. Your company is finished."
"You and your wife." Waqar finally roared and spat again in my direction. "What a slut that lady is! Giving me her body... just to ensure her husband screwed me over to take over my company... and my business! What a slut."
"Sanjana knew nothing about it." I told him, defending my wife. "It was all me."
"Yea right." Waqar laughed. "A loser like you doesn't have the brains for this."
I said nothing but let Waqar continue.
"It was she who kept telling me I should give you more work, so I could fuck her more! It was Sanjana who told me to let you forge my signature! It was her idea to go with me to Goa, while you manage even more contracts that I would. It was her idea that I didn't need to worry about these companies and their accounting... her husband was so good at it!"
This was all news to me. I remained silent, looking at Waqar with a smirk on my face, while letting him continue his rant.
"Every time... that slut... she set me up... so you could screw me over!" He hissed. "She was the one telling me to take those pictures and videos and send to you... to mock you! And you used that against me... to prove I was blackmailing you! And... now you lie to me that Sanjana... that slut... knew nothing! I never suspected her... because she kept mocking you and taunting you in my presence... and all this time you two were planning together!"
I had gone over to the prison to gloat, but Waqar had given me food for thought.
"Well." I laughed. "It serves you right."
"Do you know," Waqar looked at me with disgust. "I found out that my father had also fucked Sanjana! When she was employed as a secretary to... you know who... she was once... sent over... to sleep with my father... for a political favour. What a slut your wife is! She has slept with my father, me, and my son. All to screw us up."
I have a way with men.
I really love you, my love. You are my husband. I am only doing this...so you can get some respite from him. Unless of course... you do something.
Do something.
I wonder now how much Sanjana knew. Maybe she overheard me talking to Ghulam. Or maybe... she trusted me... that I would do something. But what if I hadn't?
"You think I will be in jail for seven years, you idiot?" Waqar tried to threaten me. "I will be out in less than a year. Then I will come after you."
"Actually." I smirked at him. "You might be in jail for longer. SEBI is now investigating your father. And you are right. My wife did sleep with him. And she told me something... the other day... about your father... that he had told her. And I told SEBI."
Waqar just looked at me, dumbfounded.
"Your father arranged for many government clearances for this firm, when his party was in power." I told Waqar. "Just so you could buy it cheaper, run a profit, and then make money of the sale of stocks. SEBI is investigating him for corruption. So... Waqar... enjoy your time in prison. Soon... your dad will also join you and your son."
* * *
"You really should think about it." Ghulam told me, as I stood up to leave. "Think whether you should divorce Sanjana Bhabhi... before you buy a house. Already... she can claim something from the company."
"Ghulam, let it go." I told him. "I love her, and she loves me. That is... it."
Sanjana's attitude towards me had changed rapidly over the last few months. She had a new look in her eyes - respect - or even reverence - when she now talked with me. As I entered our home, Sanjana rushed to take my coat.
"How was your meeting, babe?" She asked, as she hung my coat on the rack. "Will you be able to expand your company into other cities as you thought you would?"
"Yes, I think so. The new investors really liked my presentation." I loosened my tie and sat down on the sofa in the living room. The same sofa that Waqar had down on when he had visited my place for the first time. "Sanjana, come here."
"Yes, babe."
My wife came and stood next to me, waiting for my next instruction.
"It's been a long day at work." I told her and then snapped my fingers. "Lots of big decisions. I need some stress relief. Now."
"Yes, dear."
Sanjana quickly tied up her hair in a bun, gave me a smile, and knelt down in front of me.
Ghulam's words rang in my ear.
"Women like her - they don't care about losers like us." He had told me. "They wait at the finish line for the winner and give the winner their pussy while ignoring us losers."
As Sanjana unzipped my trousers and took my cock in her mouth and started to run her tongue around my shaft, I realized Ghulam was right. But this time, I was the winner. And Sanjana... and her pussy... was all mine.
"Mmm... Mmmm." Sanjana moaned, as she began to lick my cock up and down. "Cum in me, baby."
I loved my wife.