I realized that my husband’s interest in me was going down and we were not having sex like before which was two – three times a day minimum. Now the frequency was down to probably once in one or two months. So I confronted him and asked him if he was having sex with someone else or if he did not find me attractive anymore and this was making me to get into depression.

Having gotten so used to frequent sex I was getting really desperate and was constantly horny throughout the day and night. So I discussed my problem with my best friend and colleague Pooja and she immediately replied saying that this was no problem at all. She said that if my husband was not taking interest in me and not satisfying my sexual needs then I should explore the option to have sex with someone else who can satisfy me.

Then she also mentioned that our boss – Raj had his eyes on me since I joined this place and I should try to see if he is the man who can take care of my needs. I was quite shocked with what she said and at the same time my body was dying for sex and my mind started racing in all directions about how it might actually be if I went ahead.

I then told her that I was did not like the idea of sleeping with someone other than my husband. That night I was lying awake thinking about the proposal by Pooja and I realized that unknowingly my one hand was playing with my left nipple and the other was rubbing my choot. I was dripping wet down there and had a great orgasm in the next few mins just thinking about the whole thing.

I decided that I will give it a try since I could keep this as a secret to myself. And since my husband was not able to take care of my physical needs, he did not deserve my honesty to him anymore. Hence the next day when I was getting ready to go to work I dressed up all set to get Raj’s attention with my saree tied really low revealing my waist and a very deep cut blouse which barely concealed my bra and some very fine piece of bridal underwear along with some decent sized heels.

That day I walked into my office and went straight to Raj’s cabin to greet him and I could see that he was speechless with his jaw hanging open in awe. That day I made sure my pallu was pinned up quite loose enough to give a full view of my mummay and that resulted in Raj calling me to his cabin on some pretext or the other every few mins…

I made it a point to stand bent over facing him so I could give him enough chances to gaze right inside my blouse. I did catch him staring right inside my blouse but despite the fact that I was noticing he kept talking to me with his eyes glued to my mummays. I also noticed what I would call a BIG bulge in his trousers which he managed to brush past quite frequently against me on every chance or occasion.

Then he called me into his cabin and gave Pooja instructions that he did not want to be disturbed for the next 1 hour. He held his cabin door open for me for the first time and closed it right after I walked in. he then asked me to get comfortable on the sofa this time, while he served me a soft drink. He then came and sat right next to me on the sofa, so close that his body was in complete and direct contact with mine from shoulder to ankles.

Then he complimented me that I was looking very beautiful today. Just to play along I asked him if it was me looking good today or me dressed up like this that he was referring to. Then he said he was referring to both. He also suggested that I should try some western clothes and that would suit me better. During this entire conversation his eyes were glued to my mummays.

Then he then asked me to standup in front of him and when I did he asked me to slowly walk in circles so he could get a good look at me. After I did a few circles I asked him if he still felt that I would look good in western or something else. His answer was that he was not very sure but could only suggest after seeing me wear something western.

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Kirti and I met and married in college, finishing together to begin our careers, she is a teacher, me as an accountant. Our sex life was normal, normal and dull. It was just straight sex, missionary style. I tried to talk to her about expanding her horizons and tried to get her to do other things, or, maybe even tell me her fantasies, but, she seemed sexless most of the time.

Then, after we had been married about three years, we found out I was sterile and that is the reason we could not have a baby. Kirti was devastated. She so wanted baby. I felt horrible because I wanted them, too, but, more than that, because I had let her down. It was about then I started having fantasies of her having sex with another man, a man who would impregnate her, a man to give her what I could not, a baby.

I never had the courage to share my fantasies with her, although they became stronger and stronger. Every time we would see a couple with a small baby, I would see the pain in her face, see her wanting. Over time, I could see something else. I could see her disgust with me for being sterile, for being unable to give her that.

She would fight her feelings. I could see her pendulum swing from being over solicitous with me to revulsion at not being able to give her a baby. It was so hard on both of us.

One night, after we both had too much to drink, I told her my fantasy. I told her I dreamed of her being impregnated by another man, of bearing a happy healthy baby, of me watching them having sex or her telling me all about it. This was so much a part of the fantasy. I must know everything, as if I were impregnating her through him.

She slapped me hard, and then she slapped me again. “How dare you think me a slut!” she screamed, pounding on my chest with her fists. “I’m your wife, you sterile wimp!” She began to weep buckets, collapsing against me as she sobbed. Immediately, she begged my forgiveness at calling me a wimp, saying she knew it was not my fault, that I wanted a baby as much as she did.

I threw myself in my work. Our relationship declined even faster, to the point she would lie there limply when we had sex. I got to the point I would rather not bother her. Yet, even though she was listless in our bed, I felt a tension building in her.

Then, the firm had a cocktail party for an executive who was being transferred to another office. Three other men had been fired. Those changes opened up some job opportunities which had not yet been filled. Mr. Rehman, the top man in the company, was going to be at the party to meet all of us. I’m sure part of the reason he was there was to evaluate some of us who might be up for a promotion.

Kirti claimed to be too tired to go, but I insisted. This was too important for her to miss. Our company liked to hire married people and wives were an important part of our culture. At the party, Kirti relaxed and began enjoying herself as she normally did. She was really a very pleasant person normally, before the baby crisis anyway.

We had been there about two hours when I realized Kirti was not by my side. I saw her talking to Mr. Rehman in the corner. They seemed intent. I turned to talk to someone else. When I looked for her again, she was gone. So was Mr. Rehman.

Immediately, I began to wonder. What was happening? Had they left together? Then, my immediate supervisor grabbed me to meet the new recruit. I was stranded, trying to make polite conversation while my brain whirled. I felt a hand on my arm. It was Kirti.

“Honey, let’s go home,” she said. Her eyes were wild, more alive then I could remember seeing them in years. She was very excited as she dug her nails into my arm. I said my farewells and followed her toward the door. Mr. Rehman was watching us as we left. In the car, I tried to make conversation but she said she did not want to talk right now. She leaned back as if asleep but her foot was moving rhythmically with her shoe dangling off her toes. She bounced into the house.

“Did you have a nice talk with Mr. Rehman?” I asked as we undressed in our bedroom after the party. The tension was thick. Kirti was moving sensually, her hips rotating more than normal, her back arched. I was hard just thinking about her.

“Yes. Why didn’t you tell me you were up for a promotion?”

“I didn’t know I was. The rumor mill had my name in the pot but I have not been officially informed.”

“Well, you certainly are being considered,” Kirti said.

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