Guru

I ran a interior-design consultancy organization in India and about two years back I recruited a Mrs. Anita as my personal secretary. She was widowed about 3 years and had to support one child. She was about 27 years old. As South Indian ladies come, She was about 5'-9"tall with semi-fair complexion and a little on fleshy side like many married ladies of her age tend to be. She had good spoken English and was amiable and courteous in behaviour, besides being very efficient and took a lot of care to see that my schedules and days remained as organized as possible. I had helped her set up a respectable home in suburbs, paying for advances and rents for the first few months myself and, also being philanthropic in nature, had taken up her children's education expenses upon myself. I also used to help her out with routine daily needs and other household chores. She was ever so grateful for all these gestures and it made me happy too that my money was of service to a needy person. My wife and I had no children and that was the reason my wife encouraged and supported me in all my gestures to anita and her children. At the same time the two ladies took instant liking to each other and were very close to one another. This mutual goodwill, no doubt, fostered our bond in the office. She remained very loyal to me as an excellent secretary and a very dear soul, till a car accident changed the complexion of our relations and introduced us to some mutually delightful sexual experiences. My wife, Amita and I were having a little get-together on the fateful day at a client's home with some business friends. The atmosphere became boisterous with a lot of jokes being exchanged and I had drunk perhaps a little more than my normal quota by the end of the night. After the party, while I was driving home, it was drizzling steadily and the road was slippery. My car met with a terrible head on accident with an oncoming van. My wife and I were hospitalised that night with serious injuries. We stayed for about a week in the hospital. The Orthopaedic doctor felt that my wife's back injury needed specialist treatment and had to be sent away to New Delhi for 3 months, while I have to take full rest and walk on crutches till my leg healed. I stayed back as I had three projects going on and I felt with anita's help I could keep the office going. My wife tearfully bade me farewell on the day of departure and had to leave with her elder brother as an escort to New Delhi. She told anita and I, " I will be back soon, Darling. But please do not strain yourself and take care. Anita, you need to help him recover" Anita patted her on the shoulders and smiled in her self-assuring way which had endeared her to us. " Amita, Not to worry. You take good care. Don't worry about him at all. I won't allow him to strain a muscle". As providence would have it, she made me strain one particular 'muscle' very well indeed to mutual satisfaction and pleasure in the months that followed It was during this crucial time that Anita offered to stand in for nursing me back to health at her own residence as she took me to her residence, despite my polite protests. I was grateful for this offer as I needed someone with me, Amita and I had hardly been away from each other fort long. In my handicapped condition, where I had to limp on crutches or on wheel chair, I surely needed Anita. I was attending all work brought in by Anita in bed and it was a slow road to recovery. After a week, I was feeling rested and more or less OK except for the plaster on my leg, because of which I had to walk around in crutches and a wheel chair. Often, Anita would help me get up and lend a shoulder while I gained balance. At these times, I had some thrilling brushes with her soft, but heavy breasts and healthily rounded ass. It no doubt gave me instantaneous and pleasurable erections, which tried desperately to hide so as not to embarrass her. Both of us pretended to have not noticed anything amiss in such close encounters. There was a kind of strange but volatile sexual tension building up between us under the surface of normalcy. I wondered how long I could carry on this charade and what happens when my mask slipped. I was sure she had noticed my raging hard-ons while she bathed me as I could not but help but respond to the tantalizing sight of her clad in sheer undergarments tucked up between legs so as not to get wet, but it did everything to reveal her shapely rounded thighs. Some days I could have sworn if I had peeped I could have seen her pussy, as Anita did not prefer to wear panties under her petticoat. Two undergarments are two too many in tropical summer of India. Her humongous jiggling mammary clad in sheer bra would sometimes shake heavily making my mouth water close to my face as she bathed my head and neck. Sometimes she would wear a bathrobe and nothing else underneath and her swollen tit globes unconfined in a bathrobe, capped with their dark nipples jiggled temptingly as she soaped my body standing close to me in the bathroom. A couple of times I splashed some water on her chest playfully keeping an innocent face, and I could have sworn that she had two luscious kismiss-sized nipples come erect at those times. All these delightful bathroom interludes no doubt tormented my libido long after, and I was burning up inside with unquenched lust. Especially in my wife's absence, the physical immobility and staying home all the time in bed and having my attractive and voluptuous secretary around me had also no doubt contributed to my increased sexual needs. Like an Idle brain being a devil's workshop, an idle cock is a certain devil too!!