An Affair Before Marriage Ch. 03

In the days after the engagement, every minute felt like forever for Naira. Vijay had completely ghosted her, and that silence was painful. Every night, she lay in her bed staring at the roof or her phone, waiting for Vijay to call. Surely, he could get her number easily. Surely he missed her too?

Overthinking fired her brain. Was he bored of her? Was she just a random fuck for the first time? And then just a tick off his checklist - fucking his future daugher-in-law? She missed his strong arms, his cologne, his lips, his penis and how it felt inside her. She would rub her panties, hoping to recreate at least a fraction of the ecstasy, but it never happened.

Sid noticed that she was off. He would pamper her with flowers, diamonds, anything to cheer her up. He tried to be intimate, but she could not. It felt wrong. It felt like cheating. She would say she was tired, that work was consuming her.

Then one night, while she was weeping on her bed, both her eyes and her pussy wet, her phone rang. She got excited and picked it up instantly.

"Babyy!"

It was Sid. Her face fell.

"Hi!"

"I know you have been so tired. And being the best fiance in the world, I found a solution. I love you, and I hate seeing you wither away like this. So, I talked to dad."

"Okay?"

"Congratulations, Ms. Naira, you now have a new job. You are Vijay Malhotra's new personal secretary. The pay is double and it has perks. And the biggest one? Drumrolls please...You two are going to Paris next month for a meeting. Best shit ever. Am I right or am I right?"

Naira was dumbfounded. Her heart rose and bursted with joy. She could feel her ears heat up.

"You will love Paris, Naira. You have an eye for great design and that city is a masterpiece. Wish I could take you there. But, now you have someone even better haha!"

Naira smiled. Sid was so naive. So considerate. But her mind raced with rough thoughts. How she could kiss Vijay all day in the most romantic city on earth. How the strong old man would tear her clothes off and fuck her without fear. How her lover would fill her womb with his seed.

"Thank you, Sid! I love you!" She broke the chain of thought forcibly. She inadvertently starting fingering herself.

"I love you, wifey!"

Naira could barely hear his voice as she threw the phone away and just masturbated furiously.

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First day at work! Naira took hours to get ready that day. She meticulously painted herself in front of the mirror. Every inch of her body, a piece of art. Every inch, ready to be taken. She wore all black. Her skirt, short and sexy, hugged the curves of her hips. She combed her long hair and tied them into a bun. Bold red lips, smoky eyes, and glittery gold on her ears completed her look.

She walked out, full of confidence. Ready to take what she had craved for in days. But, as soon as she entered Vijay's office, her legs trembled. The massive cabin, the mahogany desk, the library, the glass windows - all made her feel very intimidated. And as he looked at her, her heart pounded right off her tight blouse.

"Good morning...sir!" She paused and taunted him with the salutations.

"On-time! I like that!"

Naira glanced outside. She shut the door and blinds and sat in front of him.

"Why didn't you reach out to me?" She asked firmly.

"Why should I have?"

"You didn't...you didn't like what happened?"

"I loved it. And that's that."

"That's that? You didn't miss me? You don't want me?"

"Naira! You are here just because my son thinks you are a capable resource. Don't read between the lines."

She was heartbroken. All the excitement, all the preparations. For nothing. But, she didn't do all that hard work for nothing. She came out here with purpose. This was her first day at her new job and she was fully determined to make an impression.

She got up seductively. Vijay stared at her, confused, but somehow confident about what was gonna happen.

Naira opened her hair bun and let her hair fall down in lusciously curvy locks. Their dark brown colour shimmered in the cabin lights. She got down on her knees and started unzipping his pants. She removed her blazer and loosened her blouse just enough to give Vijay a full glance at her cleavage.

Vijay fully erect dick popped out which flattered Naira.

"You think I give a fuck about a job? I came here for this!"

She spat on his dick and started licking it. Oh, how she missed its taste. She then opened her mouth and took it all in. Hungrily, she sucked at it, taking it deep into her throat.

Wet, sloppy noises filled the room. She exhaled and moaned on his wet cock, which mad Vijay mad with joy. He was trying to act nonchalant till then but he could not control anymore. He grabbed her hair and pushed his ass upwards. Her nose was buried between his white pubic hair and she moaned heavily.

As Vijay pulled her hair, she became more and more active. She would take his dick all the way in, take it out and then use her tongue to swirl around it. She licked the tip of his cock and sucked on the precum. That tasted so delicious that she now knew what she wanted.

With purpose, she now nodded her head furiously on his dick as Vijay also started to enter the beast mode.

"Fucking whore!" Vijay roared.

Naira could feel his balls tightening and she knew what was coming. Excitedly, she went on and on and within seconds Vijay exploded in her mouth. She relished the sweet and salty taste of his cum and gulped every drop down.

As his dick softened in her mouth, she didn't remove it. She kept on drinking his cum and finally licked his penis clean. Seeing one last drop near his shaft, she got her entire tongue out and looked at Vijay seductively.

"That's the first thing off the agenda, boss! What's next?" She licked that last drop and smirked. She felt complete after days.

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Naira excused herself to the washroom. She looked at herself. The lust that had built up for days had died down. Now, her judgemental side took over.

She could smell Vijay's cum, taste it. It was disgusting. The very thing that she was drooling over, now felt horrible. She wanted to puke.

What had happened to her? What did she see in that fat old man? Was it the fact that he was rich? But Sid was rich too. Was it his personality? Was it the fact that he had slept with so many women that she somehow wanted to be the 'best'? She just wanted to please him?

She washed her face and reapplied her make up. She adjusted her dress and hair. She felt slightly better.

Satisfaction was followed by disgust, and now lust seemed to emerge again. As she went to Vijay's cabin, her pussy ached for him. Her mouth sent signals down there, as if teasing her vagina.

She sat next to him and they did some actual work. He explained her roles and responsibilities to her. Every time their hands touched, shocks ran through her body.

Evening descended, and with nothing much to do, Naira thought it's best she go home and unpack the day.

"Boss, may I leave?"

Vijay looked at her. He scanned her entire body and smacked his lips.

"Wait, I will drop you!"

"Sir, I am leaving!"

"Wait! I am also done for the day. Let me drop you."

Vijay wore his blazer and picked his car keys. They exited the cabin. The entire office looked at them and loud whispers emerged. How Naira wished that Vijay would take her in front of everyone. That he would proclaim his love for her. That he would tell the world that she was his and he was hers. But, for now, everyone just knew her as the new Malhotra 'bahu'.

In the parking lot, Vijay unlocked his shiny Bentley. He opened the door for her.

"How chivalrous!" Naira thought.

The scent of fine leather, expensive perfume and cigar filled the air. Naira sat anxiously, staring into the abyss. They didn't speak a word. Her stomach growled with anxiety.

"Do you even know where I live?" Finally, Naira asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

"I don't need to!"

Vijay accelerated the car. Naira new what was happening. Again, the judgemental self tried to be louder. Stop now, Naira. There is still time. But she wanted this. She wanted him. More than anything else in the world. Her heart pounded.

They finally reached his mansion. A house worthy of a Prince or a Duke. It was royal and screamed old money. Naira's jaw dropped, but she wasn't ready for what was to come.

Inside, it felt like a world made of diamond and gold. Large, original pieces of Picasso spread across the height of the wooden walls, carpets straight from the castles of badshahs, chandeliers that shone brighter than the sun. Vijay climbed the stairs nonchalantly. Behind him, Naira took careful steps, having panic attacks every second.

Then they entered the bedroom. The lavishness just multiplied by millions there. Vijay went to the bar and poured himself a huge glass of whiskey from a glass bottle. He sat down on his chair, a royal throne, and lit a cigar. He didn't offer one to Naira, not even water. She kept looking at him with hesitation, not belonging properly in a place so rich.

"Undress yourself!" The old king ordered from his throne.

Naira was shocked. But she had to obey. And she was getting impatient. She quickly took off her blazer and was unhooking her blouse.

"Slowly! Undo your hair first." He took a whiff of the cigar and blew smoke towards her.

Naira complied like an obedient subject. She stripped herself naked piece by piece. They had fucked a few times by now but she never felt so naked in front of him. So she brought her long curls forward to cover her breasts as she faced him.

"Get down on all fours!"

Naira felt so disrespected, but she didn't care. She was getting closer to what she craved. She did as told. The rug beneath her felt so soft, so inviting. She enjoyed the feeling.

"Come here!" Vijay signalled at her with his finger.

Naira tried to get up, but...

"CRAWL!" He shouted.

So, she crawled. Completely naked, waiting to get fucked by her future father-in-law. She reached the side of his chair. Vijay petted her head. Then, he pulled her up by her hair. He got her on his lap and kissed her lips. Naira sighed and kissed him back. She could taste the tobacco.

He put his cigar on the ash tray, and grabbed her boobs with both hands. He squeezed them hard and pinched her nipples. She moaned. They kept kissing wildly. Both had missed this. Then, suddenly, he held her by the nipples and lifted her up and pushed her on the floor.

"On all fours again. Now!"

Naira obeyed. He then removed his clothes. When he removed his boxers, his dick popped out greedily. Blood was rushing into it.

"Mmmmpff!" Naira couldn't help but moan. She bit her lip.

"You want this?" Vijay moved his hand across his shaft and asked her. Naira nodded like a hungry puppy.

"Then get it!" Vijay slowly got down on his knees. Naira's eyes followed his dick. She tried to lift her hand and hold it in her hands.

"Stop! Stay in your position."

So, while being on all-fours, Naira lifted her neck and licked Vijay's dick. She adjusted her body more and took it all in her mouth. She started sucking him hard. Her head was filled with shame, her arms hurt, but she didn't mind. No good thing in life is for free.

"Oh, look at you! My son is marrying such a whore. I should never have given approval for this marriage."

Vijay now held her head and rammed his dick into her mouth. Hitting her throat every time. Then, suddenly, he removed it from her mouth. He got behind her back.

"Lift your ass, you slut."

Vijay grabbed her hips and traced their curves. He savoured her flawless body. Fair, curvy, and adorned by the most beautiful dark mane which complemented her skin's colour. And on top of the rug, she looked just like a work of art. Picasso would paint the fuck out of her, and then fuck her brains out, he thought.

"Do you want this?"

Naira nodded.

"Is your tongue only for licking dicks, whore? Speak up!"

"Yes, I want it, Vijay. I want your dick inside me. I want it more than anything else in the world."

"Then get it!"

Vijay entered her from behind. Her pussy was soaking wet and the saliva from the blowjob earlier offered even more lubrication. He slid inside her with ease. It was a blissful experience. It really was the finest piece of meat he had had.

How he hoped she was not his future daughter-in-law. He could fuck her without guilt then. He could fuck her without keeping it a secret from anyone.

"Ahh, VIjay! Fuck me, fuck me harderrr!"

Naira panted. The softness of the rug beneath her and the hardness of the fucking both sent her into a trance.

"Fuck your daughter-in-law. Make me yours!"

Vijay caressed her back with his hand. He felt every inch of her body as he pounded into her.

"Fill me up, please, father-in-law. My pussy is made for your dick. Your cum."

Dirty talks generally didn't bother Vijay too much, but this was something else. The entire taboo nature of it, and the fact that she was so fucking hot, so fucking innocent, so fucking gullible, and so fucking mesmerised by him, he couldn't take it.

He came.

"Ahh, don't take it out, please. I want every drop inside me. Ahh!"

Vijay grabbed her waist and emptied his sack inside her. She collapsed on the rug. She was in ecstasy. She hoped Vijay would collapse over her. That he would kiss her, cuddle with her. But, no.

Vijay fetched his wallet from his pants. He took out a couple of notes and threw them on the floor.

"Get dressed and book yourself a cab."

He wore his boxers, got back on the sofa and relit his cigar without even looking at her. Naira kept staring at the money and then him. She wanted to scream, to throw things at him. But he was her boss. He was her father-in-law. He was her owner.

She quietly got dressed, picked up her things and the money and went home.

***

At home, she crawled up on her bed and cried. She wailed. She felt so dirty.

She missed Sid. He was still calling her, texting her to ask about her first day, to ask if she had eaten. What could she say? She had betrayed him. She had betrayed the love of her life. That too with his own father. The man he looked up to. She had betrayed herself.

Then, out of nowhere, another thought bothered her. That Vijay would not even give a fuck about all this. He was probably already fucking some other girl. Maybe someone even younger than her. Prettier than her. And guilt turned into jealousy. Her heart burned.

She twisted and turned on her bed all night, crying and shouting. In the morning, she called in sick. Sid sent her a voice note.

"Babyy, what happened? You sick? I am coming over."

She just texted back - No, Sid. I just need to rest. Love you.

Then, she made her decision. Enough is enough. She will not cheat on the man who loved her like a princess. Not anymore.

The next day, she dressed modestly. A plain white formal shirt and black pants. She tied her hair in a pony. At office, she walked into Vijay's cabin confidently.

"Mr. Malhotra, before we begin the day, I want to say something."

Vijay kept staring at his laptop and said: "Go on!"

"Whatever happened was wrong. Really wrong. And I made it even worse yesterday." She took all the guilt on herself.

"But, now, it has to end. I will work for you. I will give my best. But from now on, we are just boss and employee, father-in-law and daughter-in-law. I love Sid and I am ready to spend my life being only his."

"Sure. Anything else?"

That's it? No fight. No counter questions? He just agreed. Even though it should have brought some relief to Naira, it made her worse. How could he? He didn't give a shit? A part of her wanted to unzip his pants and suck his cock again. To make her matter to him. To have some identity among his hundreds of lovers. But she stopped.

The next few weeks were tough for Naira but she managed. She would masturbate and cry herself to sleep every night. She met Sid on weekends. They went out on dates. She tried to have sex with him. Maybe it would be better than masturbation. But she could not. She could not even get fully naked in front of him. They didn't try again.

Vijay did as he was told. He kept it strictly professional. Though, both of them knew it was all just a facade. How long could they control?

Life went on and two months passed. Things seemed to be getting normal. Naira was proud of herself for her self control. It seemed as if her love (and lust) for Sid would be back soon.

Then came the Paris trip.

To be continued...

P.S. Dear readers, I understand your frustration, but there were some issues with approvals and I have broken down the story into smaller chapters for easier processing. There will be one more chapter after this. Stay tuned!