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Girish was a year senior to me in business school. He was from a rich family and married twice into equally rich ones. He had been to one of India's most prestigious residential schools and was completely a member of the Delhi elite. While always described as a sweet guy with a friendly smile, Girish was a somewhat quiet type with a small, tightly knit circle of friends. I was not close to Girish in business school, but I found myself working closely with him in my first job.
As I said, Girish was very much the upper-crust Delhi guy, and busy on most evenings. Despite his quiet demeanour, he loved parties and was a great host. Given much to sports and fitness, his five-foot ten body looked in very good shape in the swimming pool. He had large, dark brown eyes with a twinkle always in them, and a crinkly smile for all. A thin moustache adorned his upper lip.
For some reason, Girish would lose his cool with me from time to time over some insignificant detail or another. I got myself transferred to another unit in another city, and my contact with Girish dropped. He used to visit our office once in a while, and would always host drinks and dinner for our team. With me, he was always very friendly, as though we had never had any differences. Once or twice, we'd had drinks together, and I was surprised to find I wasn't able to relax and let go with him. There was some kind of tension in the air.
Time passed, and I heard that Girish had gotten married, and had a child, and then, shockingly, that Girish and his wife had divorced. There was some lurid gossip about alcoholism and an affair, but I paid no attention to them. Then I remembered an incident from our days in business school.
We were about six of us, all men, lying around listening to music in a student's room after consuming a considerable amount of marijuana. Everyone was quiet and absorbed in the music, until all of a sudden Girish announced:
"Virgins on the hop! On the hop! On the double!"
That broke everyone up. One of the guys later told me that Girish was a product of a public school, where after lights-out action was not unknown. I filed that away in my mind, but didn't think too much of it.
Meanwhile, I had gotten married to Anita, and we'd had two kids. We went through the usual ups and downs of marriage - great sex, children, no sex, fights, again some good sex, and then affairs for both, confessions from both, staying together for the sake of the children, and so on. It hadn't helped that Anita was extremely successful in her career, and we'd been forced to spend a few years living in different cities and visiting occasionally. All of it had an effect on my career, and it was not good. I'd made it to general manager, but couldn't hang on to the job, because a wild, passionate affair had consequences that had washed over into the company I was working for. I was out of a job, living on my own. Anita was a year away from returning to Delhi with the kids. Like anyone in this kind of situation, I hunted around for a consulting assignment to tide things over till I got another good job.
In one way, it was a good thing I'd lost my job. There was now no excuse for having an affair with yet another woman, and that number had reached double figures during my marriage. For some reason, all of them ended rather abruptly, with neither party wanting to meet again. One of the women even accused me of thinking of someone else while fucking her.
Then Girish called me out of the blue. He said he needed a senior person at his company, for a period of a year, to oversee a major diversification. Knowing me, he said, I would be ideal for the job. Of course, he couldn't pay me what I'd been earning, but it was perfect for me until I found another job.
I thought about it, and decided that it was a good idea. I wondered, however, what kind of boss Girish would be. Sure enough, when I started on the assignment, he made it a point to establish clearly that he was now my boss, and I was his subordinate. I found the pressure a little hard, but complied because I had no choice. It was a little difficult because I'd become used to being a boss myself.
One afternoon, Girish informed me that he and his wife Priti--he'd married again but no more kids--would be hosting a party at their house for a group of us alumni the coming Friday and that I should definitely be there. I was in a good mood that day, and replied,
"Your wish is my command."
To my surprise, he smiled widely.
"Yes. It's always best that way."
I'd never met Priti before, and was amazed when I saw her. She was a sex bomb all right, a couple of inches shorter than Girish, with a face and figure a woman in her twenties would be proud of. Oval face with shoulder length hair, full lips, a clear complexion, and confident, smoky man-eater dark brown eyes, the same shade as her husband. Medium breasts, a narrow waist, and an ass that made my dick do a jump. I'd realized long ago that I was an ass man. She was dressed in a dark gold outfit that clung to her in the right places, and was the centre of attention as she did a perfect job of hostessing with the drinks and the dinner buffet.
Four of us men were sitting around a table with Girish, completing our dinner, and one guy asked,
"Girish, is it really true that in public schools a lot happens after lights out?"
Without missing a beat, Girish replied,
"Yes, of course. There's always some action."
The rest of us were silent, but I remembered the 'virgins on the hop' incident.
Just then, I saw Priti giving me the eye from the dessert table across the room, with a small smile on her face. I'd been around the block long enough to know when a woman was making a move on me. I excused myself, saying I'd get myself some dessert, and walked across. As I did, I was conscious of a hardon. Women's looks did that to me, I knew, but this was a raging boner.
"Two scoops or one?" she asked, indicating the ice cream.
"Two," I said.
"Large or small?"
"Mmmm....medium is my favourite."
She gave me a teasing look with those smoky eyes.
"Cake?"
"Yes, please."
"Large or small slice?"
"What would you suggest?" I said, getting into the game.
"Oh, I like large ones," she smiled, still with that smoky look. "One usually, sometimes two."
This was delightful.
"You're my boss's wife," I said. "Your wish is my command."
"Are you saying that to keep me happy."
"Of course! Keeping my boss's wife happy is what I'm good at."
"And keeping your boss happy?"
"That too, of course."
"More important, or less?"
"Equal, I'd say."
She smiled with her lips parted. I thought I'd better be careful.
"Won't Girish mind my talking to you like this?"
"Why don't we ask him? He's coming over."
And indeed he was. I was a little confused about how to react, but she continued.
"Hello darling. I was just asking whether he's like a large slice of cake."
Girish grinned.
"Make that two large ones."
