An Indian Wildfire Affair (Ch. 06) - Sex Stories

An Indian Wildfire Affair (Ch. 06)

... syndrome toward the agent, maybe she had fancied being assaulted / forced by another man, maybe she was getting bored with our marriage, her sexual life. I, and my wife we both never discussed these topics between us, and I could only guess here.

My wife still thought I had no clue of what was going on with her sexual exploits with both the agent and the financier' guy. And I liked it to stay that way as long as it is possible since, 1) I was enjoying all this a lot 2) did not want the agent and my wife feeling free to make love in my presence at my place, and me having to watch all this helplessly.

Lisa was recounting a couple of times she had watched the financier guy make love to my wife in the office after hours, and a few explicit narratives on love making to the agent that my wife shared with her. She told me if one was to watch this whole thing as a movie, it would probably win an Oscar for being the most erotic movie made so far in the human history. Lisa was getting curious to find out what causes the noises she hears from the financier's office after my wife enters, and she went to the side of his office cabin in the hallway that led tot eh rest room. The wall there was covered mostly with opaque / frosted glass resting on wood, with a few lines of clear lines at some height.

She had pulled in a step stool to watch the financier and my wife in act, and she told me what she saw there was so sensual, and erotic that she was thinking of it that whole night ...

... in bed. It was a Wednesday, and was the first day of that week for the financier to visit the office. As usual, on that day, he asked my wife to join him in his office, as he walked past her. In about 15 minutes my wife got up from her chair, and prepared to walk in with a file. Lisa decided to stay back in the office that day to watch these 2 people, and excused to go to the rest room, pulled and stepped on the step stool to get a good view of inside the financier's office.

In no time, my wife entered with a couple of files in her hand, sat down facing the financier who was checking figures on the computer, and tallying with some files that lay open on his desk. My wife started reading out from the files she had brought in, and the financier was taking notes, and seemed to be asking her some questions. Lisa said she was tired of standing there on the step stool however, the excitement to see these both making love without their realizing them being watched was something she could not let go. Lisa took a break to use the rest room, and came back to her observation post on the step stool.

About 10 to 15 mins had passed since, my wife had entered the financier's office. They seemed to have completed tallying the accounts. The financier got up from his chair, and Lisa could see my wife's face expression change, her eyes wide open probably in desire, some of it in fear, some of it in lust. It was like how a dog would behave when it knows what its master plans to do next for ...