This happened before the bar incident. (Read my earlier posts)

I was having lunch with one of my colleagues at the office. She has been a close friend for years, and she knows my wife well. My wife also knows her, and even her husband is well-acquainted with us.

My colleague, let's call her Anjali, suggested we go for a walk, and I could sense she was hesitating to say something important. So, I stopped and urged her to spill whatever was on her mind.(Worth mentioning, Anjali is hot as fuck too. Big boobs, sweet face, short and curvy. And was wearing an unusually low cut top that day. Especially for Officewear)

She began by expressing how much she valued our friendship and wanted the best for me. Then she started telling a story.

Over the weekend, her husband's friend, whom we'll call Mr Sethi, had visited their home. She didn't like him much as he showed up uninvited, already a bit drunk, brash, and rude. But she let it slide. She mentioned that he was checking her out as well.

Eventually, she excused herself and went into another room.

Later, her husband, whom we'll call Raj, asked Mr Sethi if he was dating anyone. That's when Mr Sethi mentioned he was having fun with a married woman. Raj mocked him for being with an older woman, but Mr Sethi insisted that she was our age, really hot, kind of slutty, and had amazing boobs, almost as big as Anjali's. Raj played along, knowing Mr Sethi was drunk, and asked for the woman's name. He said her name was Priya. Curious, Raj asked for a description. Mr Sethi described her figure, job, and dressing style, which matched my wife. So, Raj asked for the woman's last name. Mr Sethi refused.

After a few more drinks, Raj called Anjali to join them. Mr Sethi, now even more inebriated, was back to being perverted and ogling Anjali, making lewd remarks about her cleavage and comparing her to Priya.

Finally, she convinced him to give up the last name, and it turned out to be my wife. But he didn't stop there. He went on to describe how Priya liked to get her boobs squeezed, moaned like a sex goddess, and loved getting spanked.

My friend was shivering as she recounted all of this. I was shocked beyond imagination but I believed that my sweet wife would never do such things. While all the details matched, the personality he described didn't match my wife.

Then, the guy described a particularly steamy scene in detail. He claimed it happened after work one evening. He said they met up in a secluded parking lot, where she slid into his car, wearing a tight blouse and a short skirt.

"We started kissing like crazy," he said, his eyes glinting with perversion. "Before long, her blouse was off, and I was fondling her boobs. Her nipples were so hard. She was moaning softly, 'Don't stop, Mr Sethi, keep going.' I started licking and biting her nipples, and she moaned even louder, 'Oh, yes, just like that. Bite them harder!' She was grinding against me, and I could feel how hot she was getting."

He continued, "We moved to the back seat, and she was wild. She yanked off her skirt and panties, throwing them aside. 'I need you now, Mr Sethi,' she panted. I couldn't believe how eager she was. I started teasing her, running my hands all over her body, and she kept begging, 'Please, don’t make me wait. I want you so bad.'"

His gaze was fixed on Anjali, his eyes tracing over her cleavage as he spoke. "I finally gave in and we had sex right there. She was so responsive, moaning my name over and over, 'Oh, Mr Sethi, yes! Just like that!' Her nails were digging into my back, and she kept telling me how good it felt, how she never wanted it to end. Her moans filled the car, and it was completely intense, like something out of a movie."

He added with a lewd grin, "She really loved it when I squeezed her boobs hard and spanked her. 'Spank me, Mr Sethi! I love it when you do that,' she kept saying. Every time I smacked her ass, she'd moan louder, 'Yes, just like that. Harder!' She was totally into it, and it drove me wild."

As he told the story, his gaze became more intense. He was undressing Anjali with his eyes, licking his lips as he described the details. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly uncomfortable, but I had to keep listening for Arjun.

Then Mr Sethi added something even more disturbing. "At one point, I was playing with her mangalsutra, and I asked about her husband. She started laughing and said, 'Don’t talk about him. You're much better, Mr Sethi. He could never satisfy me like you do.' She was completely into it, humiliating him while getting off on me. It was wild, man."

His eyes gleamed as he continued, "She kept going, saying how her husband was small and pathetic, couldn't last more than a few minutes. 'You, Mr Sethi,' she said, 'you make me feel things he never could. You're so big and strong. I love it when you take control.' That really spurred me on. Hearing her degrade him like that, calling me her bull, it was a huge turn-on. We went at it even harder, her moans getting louder with every word."

The way Mr Sethi narrated it, it seemed so vivid, so real. However, a part of me was always wondering.

After hearing the story, I had so many questions for Anjali. I felt like she was still holding back some details. "Anjali," I began cautiously, "did Mr Sethi say anything else about Priya? Like, did he mention how often they meet?"

Anjali looked uncomfortable but nodded slightly. "He said they meet regularly, usually after work when you're not around."

My heart pounded in my chest as I pressed further. "Did he say what else they do together? Besides what you already mentioned?"

Anjali didn’t respond. Asked me to forget it and that she shouldnt have said anything in the first place.

P.S. (I had crush on Anjali before, but more like fap worthy crush, never told her anything)