The Locked Door
The next morning Priya woke up before me. I heard the shower running and lay in bed replaying last night’s confession. My cock stirred again just thinking about Sasi’s hand on her knee and his hardness pressing against her ass on the escalator.
When she came out of the bathroom, my jaw dropped. She had chosen a deep maroon silk saree — the one she usually wore only for special occasions back in India. The blouse was low-cut and backless, the pallu draped dangerously low, barely covering her heavy breasts. The mangalsutra shone against her cleavage. She looked like a traditional Tamil wife ready to be claimed.
“Special day?” I asked, voice thick.
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She smiled, adjusting the pallu in front of the mirror. “Client meeting da. Sasi said the team should look presentable.” Her eyes met mine in the reflection. There was a new confidence in them.
At the office I tried to focus on work, but my eyes kept drifting toward Priya’s floor. Around 11 a.m. I got a notification — an internal meeting invite. Priya and Sasi were listed as attendees in Conference Room 4. “Project discussion — closed session.”
I couldn’t resist. I took the lift up and walked past the room. The blinds were drawn, but the door wasn’t fully closed. Heart pounding, I stopped in the corridor and peeked through the small gap.
What I saw made my blood run hot.
Priya was standing close to Sasi near the whiteboard. He was pointing at some charts, but his other hand rested casually on her waist. As she leaned forward to write something, her pallu slipped completely, exposing the deep curve of her breasts and the black lace bra. Sasi didn’t look away. Instead, he slowly pulled the pallu back up… but his fingers deliberately brushed the side of her breast. Priya shivered visibly but didn’t step back.
Then came the gripping moment.
Sasi suddenly turned her toward him. For a second they just stared at each other. The tension was electric. He cupped her face with one strong hand and kissed her — not soft, but hungry and possessive. Priya’s hands came up to his chest at first as if to push him away… then her fingers clutched his shirt and she kissed him back. Hard.
I watched, frozen, as Sasi’s other hand slid down to squeeze her round ass through the saree. Priya moaned softly into his mouth. The kiss lasted maybe twenty seconds, but it felt like forever. When they broke apart, both were breathing heavily. Sasi whispered something in her ear. Priya bit her lip and nodded, her cheeks flushed deep red.
I quickly moved away before they saw me, my heart hammering and my cock painfully hard in my pants. I rushed to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall, jerking off furiously to the image of my wife kissing another man in the middle of the office.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Priya messaged me at 7 p.m.: “Running late again. Don’t cook, I’ll bring something.”
She reached home around 9. The moment she entered, I could smell his cologne on her. Her pallu was slightly disheveled, lips a bit swollen.
I pulled her inside and locked the door. “Tell me everything.”
We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. On the sofa, I hiked up her saree. Her panties were completely drenched. As I fingered her, she confessed breathlessly.
“He kissed me, Arjun… in the conference room. His lips were so strong. I tried to stop but… I couldn’t. His tongue was in my mouth and his hand was on my ass. I felt his cock pressing against my stomach — so hard and thick. He told me he wants me alone this weekend.”
I pushed my cock into her soaked pussy in one thrust. She was on fire.
“Fuck… you let him kiss you at work?” I groaned, pounding her harder.
“Yes da… it was so risky. Anyone could have walked in. But I was so wet. I wanted him to bend me over the table right there.”
Her words drove me wild. I fucked her like a man possessed while she described every second — how Sasi squeezed her breast, how she felt his bulge, how she almost dropped to her knees for him.
Priya came violently, her pussy gushing around me. I filled her with my load, imagining it was Sasi’s.
Later, as we lay tangled on the sofa, she traced a finger on my chest.
“Arjun… this is getting dangerous. But I can’t stop thinking about him.”
I kissed her forehead, my mind racing. Part of me wanted to stop this. The bigger part was already addicted to the thrill.
Sasi had just taken the first real step. And I knew there was no going back.
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