Goodluck on my first day of work

I just finished my B.Tech.! Since I went to a college near my hometown, there was no chance of getting picked by companies on campus. I went to Hyderabad, ready to fight to get a job. Every interview was the same – my communication and technical skills were apparently lacking. It was tough. Finally, to pay the bills, I took a job as a salesman in a clothing store at a mall in Abids.

It was my first day. After lunch break, the store owner called me into his office. His voice boomed a bit, “How is work?”

He couldn’t have been more than a couple years older than me. As he leaned back in his chair, a pang of jealousy shot through me. Why wasn’t I the one with the successful business and a great office? I managed a smile. “Not bad, sir. I am just little nervous,” I replied.

“It’s just first-day fear, no need to worry,” the owner said with a dismissive wave. “Now, do me a favor.” He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a package. He shoved it on the table, towards me and said, “Take this to my house and give it to my wife. She is going to her friend’s birthday party.”

Great. It was a two-hour bus ride each way. Fortunately, he tossed some cash on the table for an auto rickshaw. It was not exactly a VIP treatment but I needed the job.

I swallowed my frustration. With a forced smile, I took the package and headed out. The auto rickshaw ride felt like an eternity, and his apartment turned out to be a fancy third-floor unit in a posh building.

Taking a deep breath, I buzzed the doorbell. The door swung open, revealing a beautiful woman who looked familiar. It couldn’t be. “You’re…Pragya?” I stammered.

“Nishant!” she gasped, mirroring my surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Just got to Hyderabad,” I explained, stepping into the doorway a bit further. “Started a new job today, actually.”

“Oh! You must be the new guy then,” she said. “My husband mentioned you are bringing my dress. Honestly, Nishant, I never pictured you as a salesman.”

“It’s a start,” I remarked, my tone slightly more rigid. “I’m simply giving myself some time to learn English and technical skills before pursuing a better job.”

“Hey, don’t take it that way!” she said, her voice light and playful. “I didn’t mean anything bad.” Leading me towards a sofa, she added, “Have a seat. Let me get you some juice for you.”

She turned around and walked to the kitchen, leaving me to sink into the soft cushions and admire her, feeling a whirlwind of emotions swirling in my gut. I couldn’t believe it was really Pragya. She used to be a modern girl who used usually wear western dresses, trousers, skirts, shirts, and suits. Now she looked like a beautiful, homely wife, dressed in a Saree, with a Bindhi on her forehead and a Mangalsutra around her neck. Her wavy hair looked stylish, her face looked pretty, her upper body was still slim but her boobs had become bigger and her buttocks had become plumper than it was two years ago. As she walked, the jiggling and wobbling of her buttocks turned me on.

My best friend, Pradeep had introduced me to Pragya. She was his friend and she was in her final year at that time. Pradeep and I shared the same room during B-Tech. Pradeep used to bring Pragya regularly to our room and we used to have a friendly time together. When they wanted to have sex I would go out for an hour. I had thought they were serious about their relationship but one evening when we were drinking beer, they told me they were just friends with benefits and they liked having casual sex. I couldn’t believe them, but that night they invited me to have threesome with them. I couldn’t reject the invitation. That night Pradeep and I had sex with Pragya. After that awesome experience, I also entered into a friends-with-benefits arrangement with Pragya. But a year later, she unexpectedly got married to a rich guy and moved to Hyderabad. Pradeep and I had missed her very much.

Pragya came out of the kitchen with a glass of juice and I noticed her boobs jiggling and bouncing. She saw me lusting at her boobies and smiled, shyly.

Taking a deep breath, I said, “Wow, Pragya! You look even more stunning now. Saree looks beautiful on you.”

She smiled and said, “Take the juice.” She sat on the opposite, three seater sofa and smiled.

Her shy smile gave me more courage. “I missed you very much,” I said.

I understand, Nishant. My parents wanted me to get married, but I hope things are working out well for you and Pradeep. How are you guys doing these days? You’re both such nice guys,” she said with a shy smile.

“Pradeep went to Mumbai. I think he has a girlfriend already. I don’t have a girlfriend. You are the last person I had sex with,” I said, unable to hide the disappointment in my voice.

“What?” she asked, surprised.

“I am serious,” I said.

“Did you at least try to get a girlfriend?” she inquired.

“No,” I replied. “But once I get settled in with a good job, maybe I’ll start looking around.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a girlfriend in no time. You are handsome,” she said with a playful smile.

I smirked and thought, ‘I hope it was that easy.‘ Then I got an idea and hesitantly asked, “Can you be my girlfriend?”

“I am married now, Nishant. I can’t be your girlfriend. If you need someone to talk to, you can call me,” she said.

“Ok. Can you give me your number?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said, and she gave me her number.

I tapped her number into my phone and gave her a call. She picked her phone from the Tea-table and we saved the numbers. Then I built up courage and hesitantly tried my luck. I said, “I miss the good old days. We used to have sex almost everyday.”

She laughed softly and said, “Me too. You guys wee crazy about me. Married life is boring but I hope my husband doesn’t find out.”

“I won’t tell him even if you have sex with me today,” I said and smiled.

She chuckled and said, “Thanks Nishant. I know I can trust you but I am married.”

I smiled and asked, “Can we have sex now?”

She looked a bit puzzled for a moment and said, “Nishant, I am happy with my husband. We are trying hard to have a baby. After I become pregnant and deliver a child, we’ll be a happy family.”

“Why didn’t you get pregnant for a year and a half?” I asked curiously.

“I don’t know. Maybe something is wrong with me,” she said looking worried.

“I can help you become pregnant,” I said, hopefully.

“Shut up, Nishant! My husband is capable of making me pregnant,” she said and chuckled.

“I won’t tell anybody,” I said.

“No!” she said, her voice firm.

“Just once, for old times’ sake,” I pleaded, hopefully.

“I am married, Nishant,” she stressed.

I thought about it and asked, “Can I at least kiss you?”

She quietly gazed at me for a few seconds and said, “Ok, but just once.”

I sighed and said with relief, “Oh! Thank you so much!”

Feeling very happy, I stood up. I went to the sofa she was sitting on, and sat next to her. She turned to look at me and smiled. I moved closer to her, mesmerized by her beautiful face and enchanted by her fresh scent. I kissed and sucked her lips. She kissed me back. I put my tongue inside her mouth and we French kissed like we used to when we were friends. I caressed the smooth skin of her waist and belly, and felt her cute navel. I kissed passionately as I moved my hands on her body, feeling her breasts, waist and hips. Her response was positive, so I broke the kiss and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

She looked into my eyes for a moment and said, “Promise me you won’t tell my husband.”

“I promise, Pragya,” I said, sincerely.

“I trust you, Nishant,” she said and smiled, pleasantly.

“Thanks, Pragya,” I said, feeling happy that she was still the same, kind girl who frequently had sex with us because we were good friends.

“No problem,” she said and smiled affectionately.

We went to the bedroom. The bedroom was spacious and the bed was clean. She lifted her clothes and removed her panties. She looked at me and said, “Remove your clothes, Nishant. You have to return to the shop in time. My husband will be waiting for you. I don’t want you to lose your job.”

It was good to know that she still cared about me. I quickly removed my clothes. She removed her blouse and bra, and got on to the bed. She knelt on all fours. I climbed the bed and knelt behind her. Her buttocks was exposed and looked very beautiful. I grabbed her ass-cheeks and spread the soft, large globes of flesh. Her anus looked cute and I remembered penetrating the tiny hole many times. I bent down and kissed her anus. She laughed softly with delight. I put my tongue inside and licked her asshole.

She laughed and said, “It’s tickly.”

“I missed you so much,” I said and pecked kisses on her ass-cheeks.

“I missed you too,” she said.

I straightened my back. I kept my cockhead in the slit of her vagina and pushed slowly. Her vagina swallowed my cock as she moaned with pleasure. And just like old times, I fucked her. But this time it was more exciting because she had become a voluptuous woman, she was married, she was my boss’ wife and because we had not had sex for a long time.

From behind, I grasped her breasts and squeezed them as I fucked her harder and faster banging on her sexy, plump ass and repeatedly penetrating her vagina desperate to ejaculate. We moaned together with pleasure like old times. I fucked her for fifteen minutes and flooded her vagina with my cum.

After we finished, she told me she was very happy we had met again. She reminded me to keep it a secret from her husband. I promised her I will keep it a secret and asked her when we can have sex again. She told me to call her when I want to have sex and we can decided on the time and place. I kissed her goodbye and left her home.

I returned to the shop. My boss told me his wife had told him that I looked very trustworthy. He told me it will be my job in the future to deliver packages to his home, and pick up packages and lunch for him from his home. I gladly accepted the responsibility.

After two weeks, Pragya told me she was pregnant. She and my boss were very happy.

I worked in that shop for one year. Pragya and I had sex whenever I went to her house. A few months after she delivered the first child, I got a better job. We still met once every month and after five months she became pregnant again. We had sex when she was pregnant. She had a normal delivery.

We are still good friends. We meet at least once every month to catch up and have sex.

 

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