B-Block, Flat 6
The shared outdoor spaces in the apartment complex were lively, with children playing, adults gathered in seating areas, and others strolling, brisk walking, or jogging.
Manisha had already run two laps around the apartments, but she continued jogging, wondering if completing a third lap was really necessary. She spotted Nalini pushing a pram and walking ahead of her. She jogged behind Nalini and caught up with her.
“Hi Nalini!” Manisha said, walking with Nalini.
Surprised, Nalini looked to her right side. “Hello, auntie!” she said, delighted to see Manisha after a long time.
Manisha smiled and asked, “How are you?”
“I am fine, auntie,” Nalini said and asked, “How are you?”
“Good, Nalini,” Manisha replied.
As the women talked and walked, Abhishek spotted them walking about 100 meters ahead of him. He immediately recognized Nalini from behind. She was dressed in a light blue saree. Her slim waist, wide hips, and plump, pear-shaped bottom were unmistakable. He shifted his gaze to focus on the woman walking with her. He had seen her a couple of times, but he didn’t know her. She was dressed in a black tank top, black leggings, and sneakers. Her medium-length hair was neatly styled in a ponytail. She matched Nalini in both height and skin tone. She looked physically fit with a toned body, small waist, wide hips, and shapely buttocks and thighs. He noted, with admiration, that her bottom looked equally wide and plump like Nalini’s buttocks, despite being round-shaped. The way her bottom bounced as her hips swayed side to side made her look just as seductive as Nalini. He smiled, feeling his penis harden. He felt lucky to have had sex recently with Nalini. He was happy knowing he would have sex with her again and continued walking.
After catching up with Nalini, Manisha said goodbye and started jogging toward her apartment block. She felt sorry for Nalini, wondering how she could be content as just a housewife, depending entirely on her husband instead of having a career. Having married at 24 and giving birth to a child at 25, Manisha considered herself lucky to be divorced. Though her parents had pressured her to marry again, she had remained a single mother, no longer interested in having a conventional family life. The horrible experience of being married to a controlling man had motivated her to live independently. She had been living independently for many years and was happy as the founder and CEO of a successful marketing agency and the mother of a 19-year-old son.
Manisha reached her building, took the lift up to her floor, and entered her flat. She felt relieved to be back home. She removed her running sneakers and left them near the door. She went to her bedroom and removed her sweaty clothes. She removed the hairband from her ponytail and shook her head, letting her hair fall over her shoulders. Feeling free without clothes, she thought of her son, Sagar. He had left for a holiday with friends two weeks ago, and she had missed him every day since. She hoped he would return the following day as planned. She cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted them, exposing the damp, warm skin underneath, to the cooler air. She gently massaged her breasts and went to the attached bathroom.
After having a refreshing shower, Manisha felt reenergized. She stood in front of the mirrored closet door and got dressed. She wore a yellow saree, which had black and golden embroidery. The saree complemented her fair complexion, curvy hourglass figure, and good-looking face. Pleased with her appearance, she wondered how her staff would react to the saree, since they were only used to seeing her in business attire.
Manisha had organized a party at her home for her staff to celebrate their excellent performance. She was particularly impressed by the interns who had worked hard with her permanent staff to produce excellent results.
At 20 minutes to 6, the doorbell rang. She opened the door and saw two of her interns, Nikhil and Tanuja. They complimented her, saying she looked very beautiful in the saree. She thanked them and welcomed them in.
The interns moved the furniture in the living room to make more space for the buffet tables. The catering provider delivered the food after half an hour, and her staff arrived from 7pm to 7:30pm. They greeted her and complimented her beauty. She thanked them and encouraged them to grab drinks and food.
At 7:50pm, Manisha stood in front of the TV, facing her staff. When she got everybody’s attention, she said, “Welcome, everybody! I wanted to personally thank all of you for your outstanding performance. Your dedication helped us overcome some tough challenges, and your collective expertise and collaborative spirit were the keys to our success. I especially want to acknowledge Nikhil, our popular intern. Nikhil, your curiosity, responsiveness, and willingness to take on any assignment have been remarkable. Your dedication and extra hours made you a valuable member of the team. Thank you for your hard work! I also want to thank everyone for coming to the party! It is a fantastic opportunity to celebrate our achievements and enjoy each other’s company outside of work. Keep up the great work, everyone! I’m excited about our future successes. Thank you!”
Everybody applauded and continued to enjoy themselves.
Manisha moved around talking to everyone, making them feel comfortable. She observed her employees discreetly, like she did in the office. Everybody was mostly well-behaved as usual even though they were drinking alcohol. But she noticed the men looking at her with lust and fear in their eyes. Nobody had tried flirting with her, and she understood they were afraid because she was their boss. She pretended not to notice them, letting them ogle her body freely.
When she went to fill her glass with more vodka, Nikhil came to her and said, “Ma’am, thanks for the kind words.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Nikhil,” Manisha said. “I just wanted the team to know you have contributed more to the team than anyone else. I appreciate your hard work.”
Nikhil and Manisha chatted while sipping vodka cocktails. Manisha asked him about his future plans. He told her his goal was to get a permanent job so he could get married, have children, and become a family man. She liked him. He had worked late with her for more hours than anyone else and tried to impress her. She had caught him looking at her with admiration a lot of times. Although he was six years older than her son, he resembled her son, and she instinctively felt like his mom.
As it started to get late, everybody started to have dinner, but Nikhil stayed with Manisha and gave her company. Soon it was late, and the team members thanked Manisha and began to leave. Nikhil and Tanuja offered to stay and help clean, but Manisha said she only needed one person’s help to clean up, and it was safer for Tanuja to go home with her friends early.
After Tanuja left with her friends, Manisha and Nikhil were alone. Nikhil began cleaning. Manisha went to her room and saw her reflection in the mirror. She noticed her face looked a little tired. The yellow saree had clung to her body, beautifully highlighting the sensuous curves of her breasts, hips, bottom, and legs. She went to the attached bathroom and washed her face and dried it. She felt a little fresh and stepped out of the bathroom. She looked at her reflection in the mirror again and adjusted her saree before leaving her room.
Manisha saw Nikhil clearing away the used plates and glasses and putting them in the bin. She filled two unused plastic glasses with vodka and juice. Then she said, “Nikhil, we can clean later. Let’s get some breeze on the balcony.”
Nikhil saw Manisha standing in the center of the room holding two glasses of vodka. The light reflecting off her yellow saree made her fair skin glow. Her saree’s pallu rested on her left shoulder, revealing her belly and navel. He froze, resisting the urge to hug her, kiss her, and make love to her.
Manisha knew that look on Nikhil’s face. She gave him an understanding smile and said, “Come, Nikhil. Let’s relax for a while.”
As Manisha turned and walked toward the open balcony door, Nikhil followed, admiring the movement of her slim waist, wide hips, and plump, round bottom.
Manisha stood on the balcony and took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh, floral-scented air from the potted plants.
Nikhil stood on her right side and looked at her. Manisha turned to face him. She smiled, gave him his glass, and said, “Relax, Nikhil. You look tense.”
Nikhil nodded. “Ok, ma’am,” he said.
Manisha sipped a little vodka from her glass and asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No, ma’am,” Nikhil said.
“Is it going to be an arranged marriage?” Manisha asked.
“Yes, ma’am. My parents are very particular about caste, religion, and language,” Nikhil said and grimaced.
Manisha looked into his eyes and said, “I hope you marry a woman you like. I can’t help you with that, but I can give you a permanent job and mentor you so you can excel professionally and personally and become a good husband for your future wife.”
“Thanks, ma’am,” Nikhil said and smiled hopefully.
“I’ll tell HR to give you an offer letter on Monday,” Manisha said and smiled.
“Thanks so much, ma’am,” Nikhil said gratefully.
“Nikhil, I couldn’t have a good relationship with my ex-husband because he was very controlling. I hope you won’t be that way with your future wife. I want you to have a good relationship with her. Satisfy her emotional and physical needs—if you’re good to her, she’ll be good to you.”
“I don’t know, ma’am. I’ve never even kissed a girl,” Nikhil replied, looking down with embarrassment.
“That’s alright, Nikhil. I’m impressed by your curiosity and willingness to learn. I’m sure you will learn quickly,” Manisha said and asked, “Are you willing to learn?”
“Definitely, ma’am,” Nikhil said, excited.
Manisha smiled and said, “That’s the answer I was expecting from you, Nikhil. I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful husband to your future wife.”
“Thanks, ma’am,” Nikhil replied, his heart racing with hope.
“Have a sip,” Manisha said, lifting her glass to have a sip.
After they both had a sip of vodka, Manisha looked into his eyes and said, “Nikhil, I can’t teach you everything in one night, but I want you to remember a few important points.”
“Okay, ma’am,” Nikhil said, curiously.
“Remember,” Manisha said. “Firstly, communication is the key. Listen to what your wife says and pay attention when she speaks. Second, show affection. Hold hands, hug, and cuddle. Physical touch is a powerful way to show love and connection. Tell her you love her, appreciate her, and admire her. Third, respect and support her. Four, make time for regular quality time and share activities with her. Five, handle conflict constructively, stay calm, compromise, forgive, and move on. Six, make her your priority. Show her that she’s important to you by making time for her needs first. Try to understand her perspective and show compassion. Seven, share responsibility and make decisions together.” Manisha stopped seeing Nikhil looking bored.
She smiled and asked, “What is the second point?”
Slowly, Nikhil recollected and asked, “Is it showing affection, ma’am?”
“That’s right,” Manisha said, and took the glass from his hand as he gazed at her curiously.
She kept both their glasses on the outdoor table. She stood facing him and said, “Imagine I am your wife, and show me how you would show affection to your wife.”
Nikhil looked into her eyes, unsure if she was testing him, joking, or serious.
“Don’t be afraid, Nikhil,” Manisha encouraged him.
Nikhil didn’t know what to do. He stood frozen, unable to decide. Manisha took a step forward and hugged him. Her feminine scent combined with the smell of her shampoo and deodorant aroused him. His penis hardened, feeling her large breasts pressing against his chest like cushions.
She looked into his eyes, expecting a kiss, but he didn’t take the hint because of his lack of experience. Being only a couple of inches shorter, she simply tilted her head up slightly and planted soft kisses on his lips.
He responded slowly, kissing her lips gently and cautiously licking them, afraid of losing control since she was his boss. Sensing his hesitation, she put her left arm over his shoulder, moved her right hand down, and touched his crotch bulge. She felt his hardness through his undies and jeans. She rubbed the hardness, through his clothes. He was more aroused by what she was doing. He placed his hands on the sides of her waist, with one hand touching her bare skin and the other resting on the saree. Instinctively, his tongue parted her lips and entered her mouth.
Manisha was happy he was getting proactive. She opened her mouth more, offering him unrestricted access. Their tongues danced inside her mouth, making her mouth wet with saliva. He hastily rolled his tongue around her tongue and licked the inside of her cheeks. His mouth covered her mouth, and he jammed his tongue down her throat. Manisha didn’t like it when someone’s tongue was shoved down her throat, but she understood it was Nikhil’s first kiss and let him enjoy it. His fingers gripped the soft flesh of her slim waist and pulled her closer as he continued the French kiss.
As the passion became more intense, his hands went up and cupped both her breasts. He squeezed her large, swollen boobs, and she moaned. His tongue lapped inside her mouth, hungry for her saliva. She squeezed his crotch bulge, and he squeezed her boobs, which made her want to free her breasts from the confines of her bra and blouse. She moved her head back, breaking the kiss. She looked down at her breasts and began removing the hooks of her blouse. Nikhil planted kisses on her face and neck. She chuckled and removed her blouse and bra. As soon as her breasts were exposed, Nikhil grabbed and squeezed the large, swollen set of boobs, feeling her erect nipples in his palms.
Manisha unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear, freeing his erect penis. Nikhil moved her saree from her breasts, bent, and rubbed his face on her boobs. He kissed her nipples and the delicate, silky skin of her jelly-like jiggling boobs. Manisha put her saree over his head, giving him full access to her breasts under her saree’s pallu. She gently pulled him closer and grabbed the shaft of his penis with her right hand. Her fingers firmly gripped the length of his penis as Nikhil squeezed her boobs and sucked her swollen, rubbery nipples, each one in turn. As he hungrily sucked her nipples, she wished she was lactating to feed him her milk. She realized she could still feed him something that most of her sexual partners liked. She gently stroked his hair through her saree’s pallu and said, “Nikhil, let’s go to the bedroom.”
Nikhil quickly sucked her left breast for a few more seconds before releasing it with a wet pop. He stood straight and pulled up his undies and jeans. Manisha took the glasses from the table, and they entered the living room. Manisha told Nikhil to remove his clothes and she refilled the glasses with more vodka.
Manisha had a sip of vodka and looked at Nikhil, who was removing his jeans. She liked his athletic body. Though he was a few inches shorter than her son, he looked equally handsome. “Take your glass and come to the room, Nikhil,” Manisha said and walked towards her room.
Nikhil followed her excitedly, watching her plump bottom wobble and bounce rhythmically. He wondered if she would give him a chance to see her bare bottom.
Manisha stopped near the bed and said, “Lie down on the bed, Nikhil.”
As Nikhil got onto the bed, Manisha sipped vodka and kept the glass on the bedside table. She looked at Nikhil, who was lying on his back and looking at her. She smiled, lifted her saree and petticoat, and removed her panties. She held her saree above her hips and climbed on the bed. She stood on the mattress with her back towards him, holding the saree and petticoat above her buttocks. Nikhil’s was mind blown seeing her exposed bottom. He had never seen a woman’s bare bottom, and that too a bottom that was large, round, toned, and beautiful.
Manisha knelt on the bed with her knees astride his legs and positioned her bottom just a couple of inches above his face. Instinctively, Nikhil rubbed his face on her bottom and planted kisses on her soft butt cheeks. Manisha smiled, happy with his kisses. She held the base of his penis with on hand, bent over and planted a kiss on the pink, bulbous head of his penis. She then took the bloated penis head inside her mouth and licked it, rolling her tongue around it. She felt his tongue lick the groove between her buttocks, from the bottom of her cleft to her anus. She felt series of kisses on her anus. Then she felt his tongue slither inside, moistening her constricted hole. It sent shivers up her spine even though it was a common thing that her sexual partners did to her when she exposed her beautiful bottom to them. She smiled and slowly moved her head down, allowing the full length of his penis to slide into her mouth. She closed her mouth around the thick shaft of his hard penis and sucked, feeling the veins pumping in her mouth as the meaty rod slid out of her mouth.
She felt his tongue pull out of her anus. Then when she felt him kiss and suck her clit, she moaned with pleasure. She sucked his penis as he licked, flicked, bit, and nibbled her vulva. Then when he began lapping fresh juice from her vagina, she was happy he had found what he needed. She sucked his penis slowly and fed him her vaginal juice.
Manisha didn’t want to stop feeding him her vaginal juice but after five minutes she feared he might ejaculate in her mouth and fall asleep. So, she pulled his penis out of her mouth and slowly stood up, giving time for Nikhil to stop eating her vulva. She turned around to face him and stood with one leg on either side of him. Holding her saree and petticoat above her bottom, she knelt on the mattress, straddling his cock. She felt the head of his cock at the slit of her pussy lips and pushed downward.
As the head of Nikhil’s cock parted her vaginal lips, he moaned, “Ohhhh, ma’am!”
She smiled and lowered her crotch a little more. And the head of his penis penetrated her wet vagina. “hmmm…” she moaned.
Then, she lowered more until every hard inch of his penis was inside her vagina.
Ohhhh, ma’am! “I love you!” Nikhil moaned with ecstasy as he lost his virginity to his beautiful boss.
Manisha was happy he finally confessed his love for her. Her clitoris throbbed at the base of his penis, and she sat there loving the pleasure of vaginal intercourse after two weeks. She sighed softly, then began to lift and lower her vagina, fucking him slowly. Nikhil moaned with pleasure, feeling his penis move in and out of her vagina. He looked down to get a view, but he could only see her saree. But he was feeling something so good he didn’t want her to stop. His hands moved under her saree and cupped the large cheeks of her bottom.
Manisha lifted and plunged her vulva up and down, scraping her clitoris along the very hard shaft of his penis. She made soft, wet slapping sounds as she rammed down onto his penis.
Nikhil squeezed his boss’s soft butt cheeks and cried with ecstasy, “Oh ma’am! I love you.”
Manisha was happy she was making a good start with her would-be permanent employee. She smacked her cunt up and down faster and faster, ramming his cock into her cunt with amazing speed. Suddenly, her orgasm exploded throughout her body with power. Her body spasmed, making her moan loudly with pleasure.
Nikhil couldn’t control himself anymore. He lurched deep inside his boss’ vagina and sprayed thick boiling semen. Manisha felt his semen gushing into her vagina, and her vagina squeezed and sucked his penis reflexively.
Slowly, her body became still. She leaned forward and placed her forehead on top of his forehead. She felt his hands caressing her bare bottom and planted a affectionate kiss on his lips.
After a while, his spent penis slid out of her vagina. She lifted herself and lay down next to him. She gasped, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
The next morning, she woke up feeling someone’s arm on her bare belly. She realized it must be Nikhil and looked to her side. She saw him. He was still sleeping with his arm on her bare belly. She smiled, remembering the wonderful experience they’d had together. She decided to let him sleep, as it was Sunday. She got out of the bed, removed her clothes, and went to the attached bathroom.
After her morning routine, Manisha prepared breakfast. When Nikhil came to the living room and wished her good morning, she told him breakfast was ready.
While they ate breakfast, she told him her son was coming home that afternoon, and it would be better for him to leave before 11am.
Nikhil wanted to have sex with her, but he didn’t feel bold enough to ask in his sober state. Manisha knew he wanted to have sex with her, but she didn’t want sex between them to be too casual. So, after breakfast, she avoided him and did her chores.
At 9:30am, Nikhil was ready to leave. She kissed him goodbye and got ready to meet her son, understanding he would have missed her for two weeks, even though he had a girlfriend.