Hubby's Rival Turns AMISHI On

Hubby’s Rival Turns AMISHI On

I don’t think that I realized it at the time that I married him, but my husband really married up with me. I am 38 years old, My figures are 34 28 36 and my height is 5 feet 2 inches, with GIGANTIC BOOBS and a Big Bulging ass, complimented with a huge Hip, and can’t figure out Why I like to show off my body to every TOM, DICK and HARRY. I even have a hot girl name: AMISHI, which also means Pure Pleasure.

Guys notice me everywhere I go. I observed men looking at my huge breasts and bulging ass. The long stares of hungry men, especially older ones excited me and I started to dress provocatively. I wore chuddidar, skirts and t-shirts. The t-shirts and chuddidar tops would have deep cut in front that would show my 34-inch breasts. if I wore chuddidar , the pant would be very tight so as to stick to my legs and give a clear outline of the structure. Watching the men staring at my assets, would always made me wet. Since I stay home full time, I get to work out a lot and keep myself tone.

My husband, Kabeer, has let himself go. He was cute when we married, and at the time I thought that he was going somewhere. In recent times, His career in sales seems to be going nowhere. Previously, I used my MIND,BODY, and ASSESTS to entertain his Potential buyers and customers in a posh hotel in South Mumbai. This stopped, once I got a baby and became tied up in family affairs.

I was somewhat hopeful that he would get promoted, but he said that there is a new guy, Achaal, who is showing him up. He complained about Achaal all the time. He says that he puts him down in front of other workers. Kabeer says that Achaal makes jokes questioning his manhood. Kabeer said he laughs it off in front of others, because he does not want to seem weak. He doesn’t try to give it back. He says that he’s taking the higher ground. I think that he is intimidated. He knows that Achaal is going to get the promotion that my husband is hoping to get.

We went to the upcoming Office party. He loves having me there so that people see that he has a trophy wife. I wore a hot sleeveless black dress that showed my shoulders and back. The dress was stopped well above my knees. It was wrapped around my body showing my tight ass and other assets.

We walked into the party. I was not happy to be there. I asked him to go get me a drink, something strong. I stood against the wall. Just then a gorgeous man came up to me. “Hmmmmmm,” he said looking up.

He was 6’2″. His body was well defined. He had a strong face and a look of confidence. With a deep, sexy voice, he said, “What am I to do, the most beautiful woman here is standing under the mistle toe.”

I looked up and smirked. “I guess I am.”
He leaned in and kissed my cheek. My husband does not wear cologne and normally smells bad. This man smelled incredible. My knees went weak smelling his cologne. “What kind of cologne is that.”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” he said with a wry smile.

“I’m AMISHI,” I said as I outstretched my hand. He gently took my hand in his strong hand and kissed it, then leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I can kiss a woman of your beauty all evening.” His cologne was driving me crazy. I was found him deeply attractive. Just then my husband walked back over. “Honey,” I said, “I have just been talking with this charming man…”

“Achaal,” my husband said dryly.
“Oh, I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry,” I stated.
Achaal’s eyes lit up. “You mean you have heard of me. Did he tell you about a young stud who is the top dog that poor Kabeer wishes he was?”

I nodded my head yes and took a long sip of my drink, nervous about where this was going. Achaal continued, “Kabeer, I can’t believe that you talk about me at home but never talk about your gorgeous wife at work. I make so many jokes at your expense, but you never told me that you managed to get a wife much too beautiful for anyone. She may be too gorgeous for anyone, but she is certainly way above your league.”

Kabeer tried to explain himself, but Achaal interrupted. It was clear that he was in control. I hate to say this, but Achaal had me turned on. Achaal looked at me, “I am curious. When you met, did you have the same problems making love?”

I looked at Achaal. Kabeer and I rarely make love anymore. “I don’t understand.”
Achaal continued, “Trouble making love. Your husband’s stomach sticks out further than his dick.”

I laughed and touched Achaal’s arm. “That’s a more recent problem,” I said.
My husband looked humiliated. Maybe it was because I had almost finished my drink, but I was actually trying to impress Achaal.

Achaal continued pushing it. “I have joked with the secretaries that Kabeer must be less than six inches hard. They said that’s impossible. They said that being well-endowed is the only way to explain his attractive wife. Let’s settle this. AMISHI?”
I was looking at his blue eyes. “You’re right, Achaal.”

“Honey!” Kabeer said. “Oh baby, Achaal and I are just joking around.” Achaal turned to Kabeer. “Well I am sure that you have manners in how you treat a lady. I can see that she finished her drink.” Kabeer looked dumfounded. He did not want to walk away. “Honey, please get me another drink. Achaal and I will be right here. He will take care of me.” With that I locked my right arm into Achaal’s. He took his arm out and placed it around, holding my waist with his strong hand. Achaal grew stern, “You heard her, pencil dick. Go get her a refill.” Kabeer sulked away with my empty glass in hand. With my husband out of site, Achaal turned to me and said, “I would love to show you a great view of the city.” He held out his hand, and I took his hand. He led me away. Several people stared, knowing that I am married to Kabeer.

He took me to a door that read, “Assistant Manager for Sales and Operations.” I said, “Oh, this is the promotion that Kabeer is hoping for.” Achaal laughed. “I have the job. Kabeer doesn’t know this, but he will be working for me starting on Monday.”

I have to admit that I was doubly turned on to know that I would be not just with a hot guy but with Kabeer’s boss.

We walked in, and Achaal closed the door. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped mine around his neck. He kissed me deeply, and I let out a deep moan. His keep was deep and passionate. Then he kissed my neck and nibbled my ear. I began to moan. He kissed my ear and whispered, “You are being a very bad girl.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Does that turn you on?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I am damn hot.”
Achaal corrected me. “No, speak in detail when I tell you to.”

I understood just what he meant. “I am turned on because I am fucking my husband’s boss.”

“Are you my slut?”
“Yes, Achaal.”

With that Achaal unzipped my dress. He delicately took off my bra. My pussy was so wet. He started sucking on my tits. “Mmmmmmm baby, yes.”

He slid my lace panties off. His strong arms picked me up and placed me on his desk. He then pushed my legs apart. He lowered his head, and I felt his tongue on my clit. The truth is that it has been years since I have had my pussy eaten and even longer since I have had any sort of good sex. His tongue ran circles around my clit.

“Oh God, yes Achaal. Your tongue feels so good.” He then started to rub his tongue over my clit. “Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Holy God, yes.”
I laid there in ecstasy at the pleasure I felt between my legs. My juices were flowing into my already wet pussy. I already felt more pleasure and was more turned on than I had ever felt with Kabeer. I was just moaning, telling Achaal how great he was making me feel.

I was getting close to an orgasm. I started bucking my hips into his face, yelping in a high pitch that people in the hall must hear. “Achaal, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. I am cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggg. Oh yeah. Baby. God.”

My breathing slowed, I was laying on his desk catching my breath. Meanwhile, he took off his clothes to reveal his Adonis body. I just started at his 8+ thick inches of white meat.
He laid on top of me, the head of his dick at the opening of my very wet pussy. “I’m not on the pill,” I told him.

“Do you care?”
“No, I want a real man’s big cock inside me.”
“Your husband’s not good enough?”

“No. His puny dick could never do it. I need a real man. Please, I need you inside me.”
I felt his large cock splitting my pussy apart. I had never been with someone so big. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Achaal, you are so big. Yes, baby, yes.”

He began to push further. I placed my hands on his strong biceps. I felt so safe and protected. He pushed deeper into me, filling me with half of him.

“Oh, keep going. Spread my pussy with your big dick.” Then he jammed the entire thing deep inside me. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh, holy fucking shit. Yes, yesssssss.” I felt like his dick was splitting me in two. It hurt so good. Then Achaal began thrusting hard, pushing my thin frame into the desk below this powerhouse. He was pulling out so just his head was inside, then jamming it hard inside me.

“Yes, baby, fuck me. Pound my pussy. Pound it. Pound it. I am yours to do what you want with.” He was pounding me harder than I had ever been fucked with the biggest cock I had ever had. I knew that I was getting broken in for many hot times ahead.

“Fuck me Achaal, fuck me.”

He yelled, “I am going to cum. I am going to shoot my jizz deep into your belly.”
“Mmmmmmmmm. Yes, Achaal, yes. Please do that. Shoot it deep inside of me.” He began bucking his hips. I was cumming again, too. “Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh, I am cummmmmmmiiiinnnnnggggg.”

Then I felt him unload lots of cum deep into my pussy. He shot 4 times the load that Kabeer had. My pussy was dripping with cum. He rubbed his head on my pussy, capturing some of the cum that was dripping out. He brought to my mouth, and I hungrily ate it up.

We got dressed, and Achaal and I found Kabeer. I French kissed Kabeer, letting him taste our juices in his mouth. “Where have you been?” he asked bewildered.

“Let’s just say that I can see why you are intimidated by Achaal. He is quite the man.” On the way home, he begged for details. I told him that all would be revealed in time.

On Monday morning they announced Achaal’s promotion. Kabeer looked devastated. He saw me across the room. “What are you doing here?” he asked. He looked bewildered. Then Achaal walked, “AMISHI, I am glad that you can make it.” He kissed me on the lips.

I looked at Kabeer, “Achaal asked me to join his team as the BUSINESS DEVELOPMENT CONSULTANT Pan India and you and your team will report to me.”

I walked away with my pussy wet about my new lover and cuckold husband.