My wife turns into my office’s paid slut — Part 1

The pandemic has changed everything. While some lost their jobs and lives, I am among those who lost their ethics and wives — to other men!

Let me first introduce ourselves. We are a couple, barely married a few years, and live in Kolkata. Now the most necessary detail — My wife, Roshni, is a 35-year-old dusky, busty woman with assets of 36-32-38.

Before the pandemic, we worked at two different MNCs. Lo and behold! We both lost our plum jobs within a gap of three months. Times were tough, and we had to borrow money from her father. But how much could a retired person give? We were worried but at the same time helpless.

Hapless, we both started looking for jobs. Any kind would do. An education service provider company was looking for a sales manager to take their services to the educational institutions. The salary they offered was a little less than what I was getting at the MNC. But we had no choice, and I joined the company.

The first month went well but then started unrealistic targets. The sales figures were dipping, and the bosses wanted us to do something fast. It was a small company. Everybody, including the owner, 65-year-old Pratap Malhotra, would work as a teammate.

One day, my boss, the owner of the company, summoned me to his cabin. Talking about the sales figure, he told me that my performance in the last month was not satisfactory and I need to buck up. It was not an admonishment but more of advice.

While talking, Pratap sir suddenly asked me about how I am managing my finances now. I had earlier told him that both my wife and I had lost our jobs. I told him that there was a relief after my job but still a huge gap in the earning to meet up.

He then said that he had a job for my wife and asked me if she would join us. I was overwhelmed and asked him about the job role. He said he would discuss it with my wife. I was too happy to ask any further. After going back home, I first hugged Roshni and told her about the good news.

She was happy too, and that night itself, she selected a good saree to wear the next day. The next morning, we both got ready and headed to the office. We straightaway walked into Pratap sir’s cabin, and he invited Roshni inside. I was asked to wait outside. I went to my table and started my work.

The interview went on for long and, much to my anxiety, beyond two hours. What job is Pratap sir offering that is taking such a long time, I wondered. It was almost two hours after Roshni walked out and walked up straight to me.

Her face was red, not like a woman blushing, but more like a bloodshot, the one usual after some rigorous exercise. She barely looked into my eyes. But with an uncomfortable smile on her face, she said she had got the job and would start working from the next day.

I tried to ask her what the job role was. But she avoided it and said she was in a hurry and had to go and buy some clothes and leave. I was in a hurry to finish my work too and didn’t pester. Moreover, I thought no matter what job role it was, more important was that she got a job. I will listen to all details at night.

But as she walked out of the office, I looked at her and saw her walking slightly uncomfortably. She was awkwardly lifting her ass and walking out of the door. A few minutes later, I told myself it could be because of the heels. She was wearing a pretty long pair of heels to make her look attractive.

At night, when I returned home around 8 pm, I saw Roshni was in our bedroom, sitting by the window in dim light. I walked up to her and hugged her from behind. She rested her head on my shoulder. I realized she was boozing and was quite drunk. I was slightly taken aback and asked her if everything was okay.

Roshni nodded and asked, “Don’t you want to see what clothes I bought for the office?”

I said yes, I would love to. She pointed towards the bed and asked me to light a brighter light. I did so, and when I turned my back, I first saw the bed strewn with at least 5 sets of lacey, transparent bra and panty (all G-String), 3 corsets, a couple of stockings, and garters.

I then turned towards Roshni. I saw her sitting on the window sill with her legs spread, clad in a tight, shiny off-shoulder dress without any panty. Roshni was drunk. But I must admit, she looked like a sex bomb, the type you would get if you ordered a call girl.

She then walked up to me and held me tight. She did not speak, and I did not know what to ask. I had a hard-on. She felt it from above my pant and said, “From now, you’ll have to control your urge or satiate your hunger by masturbating. I may not be able to have sex with you.”

I was surprised and asked her what exactly happened! She then made me sit on the chair. She took my head, placed it on her huge bulging breasts, and started telling me everything.

“Have you ever seen an interview going on for more than two hours? This was a special interview where I had to make a choice. Although it didn’t feel right, I had to choose between what I felt was right and what I had to do. Your company’s sales figures are plunging, and it is affecting the revenue.

So your boss wants eye candy that can attract sales and get the company rich profits. Although I would be an employee of the same company, I won’t be sitting at your office. Instead, I would be working from posh hotels where our clients would be brought in to be pampered.”

“My work hours will generally start from the evenings and go on till the mornings. I also have one more thing to tell you,” Roshni stopped.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I signed a bond today that the company will use me in any which way it wants. Make me sleep with any number of clients it wants. I have to satisfy every person in every situation. Right from cam sessions to one-on-one sessions and threesomes to gangbangs with no limit in the number of men.”

“The bond also said I cannot say no if a client wants anal sex or fuck me without a condom. Although I may ask him to drop inside my asshole. If multiple clients want to drop their sperm inside my pussy, I will have to oblige. If any client complains against me, my salary will be cut.”

“The bond also said I will have to be available for all the sales officials of the company. Whenever anybody would require my sex services to crack a deal, I would have to work for him,” she said.

I was stunned and didn’t know what to say. I tried to open my mouth, but Roshni held me tight and said, “I know you are feeling bad. But this is my decision and not a word from you anymore. It is a lot of money, and I know how much it is important for us.”

“I would be getting a salary of Rs 1 lakh plus an incentive for each client who signs a contract. On top of that, the company will pay my maintenance costs such as make-up, parlor sessions, contraceptive pills, and everything else. But I will not have any fixed off and may have to travel outstation if the clients demand it.”

I was listening to every word she was saying. One part of me wanted to kill Pratap sir, while the other was getting horny as fuck. It was always my dream to watch my wife get fucked by other men. But I was yet to understand what took so long inside sir’s cabin, and I asked her.

She said, “Initially, I was against the offer and took some time to think whether I should agree or not. And then after I said yes, I had to,” she stopped again. I asked her what did she have to do. In a low voice, she said, “I had to give a demo of my sex services to your boss.”

“Although he is old, he has a thick cock. He made me suck twice for at least 15 minutes each time. Sir also stripped me naked and dry fucked my asshole for a good 20 minutes at a stretch. He dropped inside my asshole. I was so tired that I almost collapsed on his couch naked.”

“He then gave me some water. I was about to wear the petticoat again when he asked me to prepare for another round. I thought, how can a 65-year-old man have so much stamina to fuck twice in an hour? Anyway, I spread my legs and started playing with my pussy.”

“Then he picked up the phone and asked someone to come. Within two minutes, your office’s servant Ramesh entered. I was shocked and tried to cover myself when sir asked me to relax. He turned towards Ramesh and said,  ‘Madame ko achhe se bina condom ka chodo mere samne aur andar fenko apna maal.’”

“I was shocked and tried to protest. Sir said I have to get used to sleeping with everyone because even a client’s driver may fuck me at times. I could hardly move. Ramesh came in front of me, opened his zip, and took his cock out. It was longer and thicker than sir’s but was completely black and hairy.”

“His cock was stinking from sweat and piss. But without any consideration, he stuffed it inside my mouth. He face-fucked me before slapping my boobs and then making me ride his thick cock. When I started moaning, he opened his brief and stuffed my mouth with that smelly cloth and banged me hard.”

“And all this while your pervert sir was stroking his cock and instructing Ramesh to do things to me. Sometimes he would ask Ramesh to lick my pussy, while other times, he would ask me to give Ramesh a rim job. And yet, in other times, he would tell Ramesh to fuck me hard.”

“Every time Pratap sir said something dirty and nasty about me, Ramesh increased his pace of thrusting his fat and long cock inside my gaping cunt. Initially, I was feeling terrible. After I had two orgasms on his cock back to back, I started enjoying the nastiness I was being subjected to.”

“I was loving the way two men were looking at me hungrily. Little did I realize that I had started grinding my pelvis on Ramsesh’s cock with my eyes shut while playing with my clitoris.”

“Only when Pratap sir said, ‘Arey Ramesh, teri madame to badi pyaasi randi nikli, dekh kaise gaand hila rahi hai aankh bandh karke.’ I realized what I was doing. But it was too late, and I was already in ecstasy. My cunt was leaking as if there was no end to orgasms.”

“I had started jumping on the fat cock with a lot of rigor and speed. After about half an hour, I felt Ramesh’s grip on my waist tightening and his thrusts increasing in speed. I knew what this meant. I knew my womb would be blasted with thick cum in no time.”

“I wanted to ask him to stop and pull out, but not a word slipped out of my mouth. All I could do was helplessly moan on Ramesh’s cock and leak from my pussy like a pathetic whore. Ramesh pulled my hair in some time, and an uncountable number of spurts started cumming inside my pussy.”

“I could feel his hot cum hitting every wall of my womb. With each spurt, Ramesh’s strength with which he was pulling my hair increased. By the time he ended, I was there, sitting on his cock. With my head bent backward and tits out.”

“After the last stroke, Ramesh pressed my boobs one last time and pushed me away. I fell to the ground naked. I didn’t have the strength to lift my body. Ramesh, too, wanted to rest, so he put his leg on my ass, and we were there like that for a while.”

“I wasn’t being able to get up. But sir came near me, kicked my boobs with his boots on. He said, “I can’t sleep there as he has work to do. I told him I was tired. But he asked me to get used to being treated like a prostitute. I somehow managed to get up, got dressed.”

“I managed to put on some lipstick so that nobody outside understands. Once I was dressed, he made me sign a bond. He gave me Rs 50,000 to buy clothes and take contraceptive measures. I then walked out of sir’s cabin, leaking fresh and thick cum from my pussy.”

“When I walked up to you, I thought, what if you understand. But then I told myself that you would have to get used to it. So I didn’t bother to hide that my face was red and that I was walking awkwardly.”

All this while I was listening to Roshni. I didn’t realize when my cock got stiff and started leaking. I didn’t also realize that Roshni was fingering her cunt while narrating what happened. She enjoyed what happened today. But why was she dressed in a skimpy outfit now, I asked.

“My first day at the office starts tonight. Any moment a car will come to pick me up, and I’ll be gone for the night. I had to get drunk after what happened today morning and anticipate what would happen tonight. Please don’t wait for me, dear. I’ll be dropped home tomorrow morning and will tell you what happened.”

I could barely shift a word before a car started honking outside our house. I knew it was time for her to leave. Although I felt like a loser, my cock was hard in anticipation of how Roshni would be fucked tonight.

What do you think will happen to her? Will she be good at entertaining the client tonight? How will her night be?

Please wait for the second part, where I will tell you what happened. In subsequent stories, I will narrate my traditional wife’s sex journey. Till then, keep wanking those cocks and keep poking those leaking pussies and keep writing to me.

Couples, married men, and women may write too. Once again, we are a couple from Kolkata waiting for the feedback at s[email protected]

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