Den Of Debauchery Ch. 02

It was a long-standing tradition in the company that the management invited all the employees and their spouses to a gala party on the Founding Day of the company. This year's party was to be held on the lawns on The Country Club. The Country Club was the most exclusive club in town. The list of it's members read like a page from the 'Who's Who.'

Arti and I reached the venue punctually at eight. 'Arti this is a club I would love to join. Isn't it beautiful?' I said waving my hand around.

The lawns were immaculately maintained. Hundreds of strings of small blue ornamental lights lay lazily amidst the foliage. The trees and the bushes were flood lit by soft light of different colors. Multi colored seasonal flowers in full bloom added to the general beauty.

'Yes it is very pretty. Just like a fairyland' Arti sighed.

A large number of guests were already there. The waiters dressed in white moved around serving drinks and snacks. As we mingled with the guests, Meera descended upon us and taking Arti by the arm announced, 'Come Arti, I will introduce you to everyone.'

Left to my own devices I joined some of my colleagues. 'Hey Randy where is your drink' one them asked.

'What is the hurry I have just arrived. The waiter will come around' I replied.

'They are a lazy lot. If you wait for them then you won't get more than two drinks in the whole evening' he said amid general laughter, 'go to the bar and fetch yourself a drink.'

On the way to the bar I spotted the MD and Mr. Swami sitting alone on a sofa. I went up to them and greeted them. 'Good to see you Randy' MD said, 'where is your drink? Go help yourself my boy.'

'Yes sir' I replied, 'I was on my way to the bar when I saw you.'

As I collected my drink from the bar I spotted Mala talking to the Sales Manager. 'God I hope she doesn't make a scene' I prayed silently and moved from one group to another trying to avoid meeting her.

Half an hour later someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and found myself face to face with Mala. 'Hello Randy' she said in a sad voice.

'Hello Mala how are you?' I asked cheerfully.

'Congratulations. Meera was telling me that you are married now' she continued with tears filling her eyes.

'Look here Mala. Please calm down' I said hastily, 'I am sorry.'

'Don't worry Randy I am not going to make a scene' she replied with a forced smile dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.

'Believe me Mala, I tell you honestly, I just could not help it' I pleaded, 'my father said Randhir get married and I didn't have the guts to refuse.'

'Yes I understand. I have no regrets. I have had my innings and now it is her turn' she said then brightening added, 'Randy won't you introduce me to her?'

'Sure. Come' I replied relieved.

'Arti this is Mala, our MD's niece' I said.

'Randy she is very pretty' Mala said smiling, 'no wonder you fell for her.'

As they talked I noticed "The Trio" making a beeline for us. 'You girls get acquainted. I will go and sit with the bosses for a while' I said beating a hasty retreat.

Both the MD and Mr. Swami were busy discussing something. I stood respectfully at a distance. MD said, 'Randy don't stand there like a bloody statue. Pull up a chair and join us.'

They sat on a sofa overlooking the guests. I took a chair facing them. Sitting near them I could overhear their conversation. 'Sir look at that fabulous woman' Swami said pointing to some woman behind me.

'God these guys just don't get enough' I thought smiling to myself.

'Swami you are right, she is a rare beauty' MD said.

'Sir have you seen her shapely boobs and her hourglass figure?' Swami continued with a loud sigh.

'Yes Swami I see it. Have you noticed how graceful her movements are?' MD replied, 'boy she is the most beautiful woman I have seen in a long time. Swami just watching her makes me ooze pre-cum'

'Sir I am leaking pre-cum since I first spotted her half an hour ago. My underwear is nearly wet' Swami said laughing.

'Swami do you know who she is?' MD inquired.

'No sir I am seeing her for the first time' Swami replied, 'I wonder who she is sir?'

'We will have to find out won't we?' MD said and turning to me added, 'Randy my boy go and find out who this paragon of beauty is.'

'Who sir' I said turning around.

'That woman in the white sari. The one who is talking to my niece Mala' MD replied.

Smiling I replied, 'She? Sir, she is my wife Arti.'

'Your wife? You never told me that you had married' Mr. Swami complained.

'Never had the occasion sir' I explained.

'Won't you introduce her to us?' MD asked.

'Sure sir' I replied and fetched Arti.

'Arti this my MD Mr. Rajan and this is my direct boss Mr. Swami' I said by way of introduction.

'Namaste' Arti said respectfully.

'Arti come sit here' MD said patting the space on the sofa between them.

'Thank you sir I am fine here' Arti replied politely and sat down opposite them on my chair.

For the next twenty minutes they made small talk. I could see that Arti was getting restless and wanted to leave. Luckily Mala came to her rescue. 'Arti are you going to sit here all evening? Come let us eat, the dinner is served. God, am I hungry' she said.

'Excuse me sir' Arti said and pulling her sari tightly round her shapely body followed Mala.

'OOOOOO sir look at her firm ass' Swami cooed staring at Arti's receding figure.

'Swami you are incorrigible' MD laughed, 'a firm ass always makes you wild doesn't it?'

'Sir there is no greater pleasure than poking a firm ass' Swami said enthusiastically.

'Come on Swami this is not what you said the other day' MD chided him.

'Well second to deflowering a young virgin' Swami corrected himself sheepishly.

When we reached home Arti said, 'Randy I didn't like your bosses. They were like animals. Leering at me as if they wanted to devour me.'

'Don't be silly. You are imagining things' I replied, then laughing added, 'my dear you are so beautiful that it brings out the beast in a man.'

The matter was forgotten and life went on as usual but not for long. On the following Sunday afternoon I received a call from Mr. Swami. He told me that the MD wants me to attend a meeting in the company suite of Hotel Bailey at eight that evening.

At dot eight I reached the venue of the meeting. MD and Swami were the only ones present. 'Where are the others?' I asked.

'There are no others' Swami smiled, 'MD and I wanted to talk to you alone. Randy, take a seat.'

'There seems to be something big in the air' I thought sitting down on the chair indicated by Mr. Swami.

'Swami, give Randy a drink' MD said. Swami filled a glass half full with an amber liquid and after adding ice to it, handed it to me saying, 'Cheers Randy.'

'Cheers' I said and took a sip.

'WOW! This is great stuff. So smooth' I said appreciatively.

'Yes it is a twenty-year-old scotch. The best scotch on the market' Swami replied proudly, 'what do you drink normally?'

'Me? I drink rum. I can't afford this. It is far too expensive for me. ' I said truthfully.

'Who knows by the end of the evening you might be drinking this everyday' Swami replied with a sly smile.

'So my feeling was right. I am in for a raise' I thought smiling to myself taking a big gulp.

'Drink up my boy' MD said, 'there is lots of it. Swami, give Randy another drink.'

'Randy, Swami tells me that you are doing an excellent job' MD said.

'Yes my boy' Swami said, 'you are brilliant.'

'The suspense is killing me. Why don't you come out with it?' I thought taking another big gulp but aloud I said, 'Thank you sir.'

'Randy your wife Arti is very beautiful' MD said, 'her figure is superb and her shapely boobs, boy just out of this world.'

'Don't forget her firm ass sir' Swami added.

'What has Arti to do with all this? Why are they suddenly talking about her' I thought draining my glass. I was confused. 'B..But what has Arti got to do with my raise?' I stammered.

'See Swami I told you Randy is very sharp. He knows that we have called him here to give him a raise' MD said, 'show him the letter you have prepared.'

Dipping into his pocket Swami extracted a letter and gave it to me. 'Read it son' he said.

The letter, duly signed by the MD, was addressed to me. According to it my salary was being raised to a figure beyond all my dreams. In my excitement I did not wait for Swami to refill my glass but took the bottle, pouring myself a large drink and took a big gulp.

'What do you think about it? You want it, don't you?' Swami said taking the letter back from me.

'Yes sir very much' I replied eagerly.

'Then you will have to earn it' MD said. I didn't understand what he meant.

My head was already reeling I said, 'I will do anything you want me to do to earn it.'

'Randy, I envy you, you are a very lucky guy' MD said, 'you are able to see Arti naked, fondle her shapely tits and fuck her choot every night. I bet her choot is quite a clipper.'

Nonplused I stared at him.

'Not to forget her firm ass sir. It is sooo beautiful' Swami drooled, 'Randy, I do hope you are making full use of her gaand by fucking it often.'

The conversation had taken quite a different turn. I did not appreciate the way they were talking about Arti but was scared that if I protest too loudly then I might lose my raise. 'Sir please you are talking about my wife' I protested mildly.

Changing the subject abruptly MD said, 'Randy I understand that your present accommodation is very cramped. How would you like to live, rent free, in a company flat on Harrison Road?

'M...me living on Harrison Road? The poshest locality of the city' I said excitedly, 'yes sir, yes sir I would love it.'

'Randy listen. Both the raise and the flat can be yours if you will only do MD a small favor' Swami said.

'M..me do MD a favor? If it is within my power then sir, I am prepared to do anything you command' I replied taking a big gulp.

'Swami fill up Randy's glass' MD said, 'Randy the truth is that since I saw your wife Arti the other night I have not been able to sleep. I just dream of her. I want you to deliver a willing Arti to me. If you do that then you will not only get the raise and the flat but I will help you in many other ways also.'

'To us sir' Swami corrected hastily.

'Yes to both of us' MD confirmed.

To put it mildly I was shocked beyond words. I picked up my glass and nearly emptied it in one go. 'God they had designs on my wife. They wanted to fuck her' I thought angrily and the visions that I had seen a few minutes earlier of rubbing shoulders with the elite of the city started to fade rapidly.

'WHAT ARE YOU SAYING SIR' I started loudly but scared finished in a whimper, 'y...you w...want to f...fuck m..my w...wife?'

'See sir I told you that Randy is an intelligent man. Yes Randy we want to fuck Arti, your wife' Swami said with a satanic smile.

'NO I CAN"T DO THAT' I shouted sobering up rapidly, 'She is conservative and old fashioned. She is God fearing and believes in the sanctity of marriage. She will never agree.

'We are also God fearing' Swami laughed.

'Randy, think with a cool mind. With the raise you can live in luxury and living on Harrison Road will make you one of the elite' MD advised.

Closing my eyes I thought, 'God what have I got myself into?'

The devil in me said, 'Randy don't hesitate. Say yes. So many women in the world cheat on their husbands but the husbands never find out because there is no change in their choot. Her cunt will remain the same and you can still enjoy her as before. Imagine living in the lap luxury on Harrison Road. I say go for it. SAY YES.'

My good angel advised, 'Don't listen to the Devil. He is trying to mislead you. You must not do it. Remember the husband wife relationship is sacred. Say no. Yes RANDY SAY NO.'

'Sir she will never consent. I know it' I replied hesitatingly.

'You said she is conservative and old fashioned. You are her husband and if you order her then she is bound to obey you' Swami reasoned logically.

Unconvinced I said, 'I don't know...'

Randy are you a man or a mouse?' Swami said aggressively.

'Swami, back off. Have you shown Randy the photos you have in your bag?' MD asked.

Swami threw a bunch of photographs in front of me. I was shocked to see them. They were dated pictures, before and after my marriage, of the three ladies and me in different poses of fucking. 'H..how did you get them? Who told you?' I asked confused.

'No one told me. I am the MD, it is my business to know what is going on in my company' MD replied smiling.

My mind was in turmoil. If Arti sees these snaps she would leave me. 'What are you going to do with them' I asked.

'This depends on you' MD said, 'okay here is the deal. You persuade Arti to let us have our will with her and you can have the raise, the flat and these pictures along with their negatives otherwise you don't get anything and these snaps will be delivered to your wife first thing in the morning. Now you decide.'

Here my resolve to earn the good things in life by hard work went for a six and my basic instinct of self-preservation and greed took over. 'Randy if you were to work hard for ten years then may be, just may be you might earn the offered salary but you will never be able to afford to live on Harrison Road, not in this life time at least. You are a persuasive man and you will surely be able to convince Arti to cooperate' reasoned my alcohol soaked mind.

Sitting up straight in the chair I said, 'Sir I will do it.'

'Bravo' shouted Swami excitedly, 'we knew that you will come around.'

'Randy are you sure you can to do it?' MD asked.

'Yes sir I am confident. Just tell me when and where?' I confirmed with false bravado.

With a sigh of relief, sticking his hand out the MD said, 'Okay Randy it is a deal. Let us close it with a handshake.' I grabbed his hand and shook it warmly.

'Now this is what we will do. Next Saturday at eight we both will come to your house, ostentatiously for drinks but will go on to enjoy your wife' MD said and with a smirk added, 'it will be more exciting to fuck Arti in her own bed than here in the hotel. Swami what do you think?'

'Great idea sir' Swami gushed, 'very nice touch.'

'Randy don't worry you will have minimal of expense. Swami will arrange for the drinks etc.' MD said.

When we were leaving MD said softly but with undisguised menace, 'Randy if you disappoint me then not only the pictures will reach your wife but I promise I will also fire you' then turning to Swami added, 'Swami, Randy is not fit to ride his motorbike. Better you drop him home. We don't want him to have an accident, do we? At least not at this juncture.'

Next morning when I got up I thought, 'God Randy you have landed your self in real big shit. There is no way out of it now. You will have to go through with it. But how was the million-dollar question?.'

'Darling what was your meeting about?' Arti asked interrupting my thoughts.

'She has given me an opening. Shall I tell her? I thought but failed to summon enough guts replied, 'Oh the same usual business things. Boring stuff.'

'You came home pretty late didn't you' she asked.

'Yes it went on and on. Another thing sweetheart before I forget, I have invited the MD and Mr. Swami for drinks on Saturday. They will be here at eight.'

'Why did you do that? You know I don't like them' Arti said making a face.

'Come on darling they are my bosses, we have to be nice to them' I replied.

'God this makes things even more difficult. She even hates their coming here. How will she consent to get in bed with them? Anyway today is only Monday there is ample time to tell her.'

On Thursday the drinks were delivered. 'What is this?' Arti said pointing to the carton containing two bottles of scotch and four large bottles of coke, 'your bosses think we can't afford to serve them drinks.'

'No darling it is not so. The scotch MD drinks is so expensive that it will burn such a big hole in our pocket that our finances would not be able to recover for weeks' I said laughing.

'But to send bottles of coke is the giddy limit. If they think that we can't even afford offering them coke then I think they should pay you more' Arti getting annoyed.

'They will my dear if you cooperate' I thought to myself but could not tell her.

Inclusion of coke had surprised me also and when I asked Swami about it he laughed, 'It is not the normal coke. To get the girl in the right frame of mind for our purpose, a friend of the MD bottles it especially for him. So make sure to use it only.' I found out later that in addition to normal coke it contained whisky and an aphrodisiac.

The whole week went by but I just couldn't tell Arti the real purpose of their visit. Leaving things in the able hands of God, I opened the door when they arrived at eight on Saturday evening. 'Welcome sir' I said.

'Namaste sir' Arti said with folded hands.

'Namaste Randy, Namaste Arti' MD reciprocated, 'Arti you are looking very pretty tonight.'

Arti, with her hair tied neatly in a bun behind her head and dressed in a sky blue sari with matching blouse, was really looking ravishingly beautiful

Blushing and with downcast eyes Arti said, 'Thank you sir. Come in and be seated. I will bring some snacks.'

'No hurry' Swami said, 'please join us.'

We all sat down. The MD and Swami sat on the three-seat sofa and we sat opposite them on the two single sofa chairs. Both MD and Swami kept staring at Arti's bosom. I could see that Arti was not feeling comfortable. Turning on some slow romantic music, I mixed drinks for the guests and myself.

'Arti won't you also join us in a drink' MD asked.

'No thank you sir. I don't drink alcoholic beverages' Arti replied politely, 'but I will take a coke.' I handed her a full glass of the special coke.

'Cheers' I said raising my glass, 'welcome to our humble abode sir.'

Arti took a couple of sips and said, 'I will get some snacks' leaving for the kitchen.

When she was out of earshot, Swami whispered anxiously, 'Randy have you told her? Has she agreed?'

'No I haven't but I will' I replied nervously.

'You know what will happen to you if you disappoint me' MD warned.

'I assure you that you will not be disappointed' I replied getting more jittery.

Just then Arti came in with a plate of kebabs. 'Try these sir I have made them myself' Arti said.

She bent low to offer the kebabs to them, her pallu (part of her sari draped over her breasts) slipped. As both her hands were occupied she could not stop it from falling to the floor. Ignoring the kebabs, both the MD and Swami tried to peer into her cleavage.

Seeing what they were doing Arti blushed and placing the plates on the table pulled her sari back into position.

'Oh it is so hot today' she murmured and dabbing her face with the pallu drained the coke in one large gulp.

We three stared at her to see the reaction. Her face flushed beads of perspiration formed on her forehead and she shook her head vigorously trying to clear the fog forming in it. 'Excuse me' she said I will join you in a minute' she said and walked towards the kitchen with unsteady steps.

Few minutes later we heard her calling, 'Randy can you come in here for a minute.'

When I entered the kitchen I saw her swaying slightly. 'Tell me Randy what is going on? What did you mix in the coke?' she asked looking at me with bloodshot eyes.

'You are imagining things. How could I mix something in the coke? You saw me open a fresh bottle in front of your own eyes?' I replied innocently.

'I know something is going on. I can feel it in my bones. Randy, place your hand on my head and swear that nothing is going on' she insisted.