Silent Pt. 01

SILENT PART I

SweetNothingsAndBeyond

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When Money Speaks... Truth Is Silent!

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Author's Note:

Silent is my 26^th story to get published in Literotica. I take this opportunity to divulge a few of the secrets about my story titles. First one being -- Excepting RAW WAR, all the other stories of mine are just in 'ONE WORD' like PLUMPY, CHASED, CHOICE, FOREST, SEDUCE, LEASED, GRACED, ENIGMA etc. The second secret is -- All my stories are 'SIX LETTERED WORDS', which can be seen from the above mentioned names. The third one is most of my stories have a tricky thing built in it like ASSUME (Making ASS of U and ME), PASTRY and POISON (The main six characters of the story were in-built into the name), RAW WAR (Either way you read the meaning is the same).

So, the branding of my stories are one of the special aspect and feature of choosing a name carefully which intrinsically woven into the story's theme to be depicted in just one word with some hidden truth and meaning in it.

Happy reading... Silent... Not so silently...

SweetNothingsAndBeyond

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PRELUDE:

SILENT is a Three Part Series. The Second Part is almost ready to be published. I've deliberately put this story under Loving Wife for obvious reasons. Though it can equally, if not more be put under Interracial, Swapping, Alpha Man, Big Bull, Voluptuous, Hairy etc.

If you like such type of stories then you might like this story too. If not you may leave it right away and shift over to the wide range of stories available in Literotica.

You are politely cautioned and decently warned about the story content, so either enjoy the story or shift over to other vast range of stories available in Literotica.

Every country and continent has its own way of spoken and written English... India and Asia are no different from that... One will have to accept and adapt to the talking and writing English of that place and socio-cultural milieu... The back-drop of this LW story is Mumbai, India... Its' a fantasy story meant for pleasure reading... Not a submission in an essay writing competition... Please treat this fiction for fun reading over-looking the sloppy grammatical mistakes or comma and full-stop Gyan... Happy reading...

SweetNothingsAndBeyond

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CHAPTER: 1 -- The Dusk!

Divya was in kitchen cleaning the last lot of utensils, when the door-bell rang. She looked at the kitchen clock -- 6.30 PM -- perfect time for Dev's arrival. While adjusting her kitchen apron over her opulent boobs, she walked over to the main door and opened it with her trademark smile. As expected Dev -- her husband was very much out there on the other side of the door.

She was not disappointed on her expectation. But what she did not expect was the gloomy look on his otherwise always happy face.

"What happened?" Asked Divya with a worried look on her face, "Are you alright." There was a true concern in her voice.

"Post Covid-19 economic slowdown..." Dev said in a sulking voice as he stepped in, "...Company is restructuring the human resources to cope-up with the current downturn owing to prolong lockdown and imposed recession. In the consequent effect laying-off list is long enough to figure out my name too along with many of my subordinates, colleagues and seniors." There was a sad feeling in his voice.

"Come on Dev, these are all part and partial of life. If one thing goes out of hand, then ten other will come in for sure. Just wait and watch, things will change soon for better. Relax and change your dress, I'll get you some strong ginger-tea with your favourite coconut cookies." Divya tried to pep up Dev with her sugar-coating words.

"That's what I always love about you my love," Dev was honest in his statement, "You've always inspired me when I need it the most." Saying so he climbed up the stairs, while Divya moved into the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes down the line both of them were sitting in their sprawling front lawn rot-iron garden chairs and enjoying the ginger-tea with handmade cookies.

Dev was an above average Indian. With a height of 5'9" and a weight of 180 pounds, he considered himself to be well built. His skin colour was typical Indian, with crew-cut hair and gym-fit body, he always considered himself to be quite attractive even at the age of 35 and after 10 years of their marriage.

With that being said about Dev, now the table should be turned towards his wife Divya - Who was a total knockout.

She had an angelic face, dark, dense and long hair falling well below her opulent buttocks, beautiful hazel eyes, large natural breasts, a narrow waist, and a nice, firm and plump ass -- With all probability an ass lover's ultimate delight.

She used to earn stares everywhere she goes, a complete package in its truest sense. Dev thought most people always considered his beloved wife to be a real life knock-out, in flesh and blood, rating ten out of ten. And if her physical appearance wasn't enough, she also has a bubbly and charming personality to wake up even a dead from the graveyard.

As he was virtually lost in his wife's beauty analization, that was when Divya handed over the news paper to him and asked in a quizzical manner to divert his sulking feeling, "What is the full-form of NEWS?"

"North East West and South." Replied Dev in a flat tone.

"Good. What about PAPER?" Again asked Divya.

"No idea."

"Past And Present Events Review." Said Divya with a giggle of self pride.

"That's a great piece of information, thank you for enlightening my general knowledge."

"You're most welcome Mr. Dev Das. You'll reach the spur keep-on obliging me in the right way." Pronounced Divya with a naughty giggle on her fair and attractive face, while licking her upper lip with the tip of her tongue in a suggestive way, "Now spread open page nine. I've circled couple of job prospects. Might be of your interest. Particularly the one where a new Company is planning to establish their Western Region HQ in Mumbai. They're looking for a VP Operations Western Zone. With your expertise and experience, I'm sure you'd definitely snatch it off with ease."

"Oh Divya, you're a darling" Said Dev with a flying kiss over to his loving wife, making her to blush crimson, "While I spread open page nine, why don't you spread open your nice legs to give me the right kind of motivation?" There was a typical naughtiness on his face as he said it with a wink.

Divya gave a meaningful sigh for obvious reasons, first she could able to distract Dev's mind and second she always loved the way Dev expressed his eagerness to ogle and explore her voluptuous body always like a teenage boy. She was more than happy to pry open her fleshy legs so that Dev could ogle into her panty clad puffy and hairy pussy, while she blushed even deeper when she observed her panty was dripping wet. But the lust in the eyes of Dev had made her day.

"Why don't you join me up stairs after scanning over the news paper? Your 'Sweet Dish' would be waiting for you spread open on the master bed. Will that be the right kind of serve you intended to have my naughty boy?" Saying so Divya got up and moved in and up as Dev looked at her opulent buttocks swaying seductively with every step she was taking.

There was a distinct similarity between Divya's melon Boobs and massive buttocks, both were in excess of 40" plus. Boobs in particular were massive 40" 'DD', the fleshy and juicy buttocks were the ardent butt lover's ultimate delight. At mid thirties and mother of two, Divya certainly was oozing raw sensuality in a way to put her age-group females into utter jealousy and shame.

To hell with the news paper, Dev jumped up from the garden chair and followed Divya like a hungry dog following his madam with a piece of meat in her hand...

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CHAPTER: 2 -- The Dawn!

Dev was waiting for the interview, in the outer-lobby of the Company's Regional HQ (Head Quarters), slightly nervous and slightly excited. The Executive Assistant Ms. Ria Roy came with a smile and directed him to the ED's (Executive Director) cabin. The moment Dev entered the cabin, the words spontaneously spilled out of his shocking mouth, "Uncle Andy Robert?"

Rob looked through his photo-chromatic premium branded specks and looked at Dev, thought for a moment and then blurred, "Dev? Are you Mr. Dev Das from Delhi?"

"Yes uncle, I mean Mr. Robert." Dev was a bit tentative as to what to call Mr. Andy Roberts at that juncture of time.

"Easy my boy easy, call me by the same name what you're calling me then when you're a kid -- Call me 'Rob Uncle'."

"Yes Mr. Robert, I mean Rob uncle."

"That's better my dear, come here." Saying so Rob stood up and stepped forward with spread-out arms and gave Dev a loving tight hug. Though Dev stood tall at 5'9" Rob was a good 6" on him. Within his tight hug Dev felt like as if under the grip of King Kong.

That was time he realised despite in his mid sixties, how fit and strong Rob was. At an envious height of 6'3" and a weight of 240 pounds, Rob was immaculately a gym fit person with salt and pepper crew-cut hair and a dark and chiselled face. Though being a Jamaican Negro by birth, Andy Robert (nicknamed Rob) was settled in Delhi with parents and ultimately inherited his parents' Companies and properties being the only child.

Rob was a Big Bull since his Senior School days. He was an Alpha Man in college days. Girls were literally going gaga over his superior personality. When he was in the basketball field or in the college gym, dozens of girls were literally flocked-in and cooed-over his ripping muscles and charismatic personality.

Despite the very fact that he had bedded dozens of girls in his senior days in school and college, which was way ahead than any of his distant competitor, Rob never brag about his Big Bull Branding. That was probably his up-bringing and decency to be non-discreet about his Mega Macho Male personality. Despite the very fact that the girl below him was always satisfied and satiated beyond belief. He never degraded and dominated her unless and until she asked for it to be dominated for that extra kick, punch or thrill.

He was married to a famous Brazilian Supermodel -- Gina and was blessed with a son a year after their marriage. His son Bob was a very good friend of Dev and grew more like siblings rather than buddies. But destiny had its rude shock waiting in the most pathetic way. While returning from Dehradoon, a hill station about 200 kilometres from Delhi, their SUV met with a fatal accident killing his wife, son and driver on the spot, while Rob was hospitalized for more than two months with multiple fractures and heavy injuries.

Post that accident Rob was a changed man. He never married again. Became a workaholic, working 14 to 16 hours a day. Wine and women became his favourite pastime again, which he had left after his marriage.

Even at 65, women found Rob to be irresistibly attractive, and in most of the premium clubs as well as highend parties he was always a major crowd puller, particularly with the women folks. He was well hung and impressive to the core. Being single and filthy rich, he was notoriously a womaniser to the core and just couldn't live without sex even for a couple of days.

Many a time he used to take an office assistant along with, if the official tour involved an over-night stay. In the current scenario Ms. Ria Roy his Executive Assistant from Delhi HO could be the best fitted example. In office and on bed Ria was absolutely unparalleled. To satisfy Rob on and off bed was no child play. He picked up Ria from a competitor's office five years back when she was barely 20. In last five years she had made a place for herself in the Company and also in the heart of Rob. Rest of course was history.

Nearly every woman Rob'd bedded over the past 4.5 decades of his Casanova lifestyle had become infatuated with his gigantic manhood, one way or the other. He belonged to that rarest of rare species of one in a million exclusive club with a 12" long and 7.5" girth monstrous cock -- Competitors' Envy Owner's Pride.

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CHAPTER: 3 -- Enter The Big Bull!

Back to the present scenario...

Hearing the much awaited calling bell sound, Divya literally ran over to the door as Dev had already shared over phone the good news about his appointment as VP Operations in the new Company. She opened the door in a jiffy and tightly hugged Dev into her eager embrace.

The very next moment she realised two things, first her hands felt too tiny around his body bulk; and second her face instead of reaching near his face was pitiably low brushing around the broad chest.

Surprisingly she looked up and shockingly disintegrated herself from him, looking at the dark and chiselled face of Rob. Divya by any Indian standard was a tall and thick woman with an envious height of 5'7" and weight of about 150 pounds, making her look pleasantly plump. Still she felt herself pitiably small and short in front of this mountain of a man -- Rob.

"Sorry," Said Divya blushing, "I thought it was Dev as I opened the door all excited..."

"Don't feel sorry at all my love..." Said Rob is an imposing voice of sarcasm, "I couldn't have asked for a better way of welcome than this? Those too from such a wonderful and beautiful woman like you. If that's a genuine mistake, I pray God to repeat that mistake again and again." His comment made Divya to blush even deeper and Dev felt an unknown excitement about his boss's comment about his loving wife and their unintended body language thereof.

"Please come in and be comfortable." Said Divya in a polite manner as she guided them into the hall.

'I would always love to cum in...' Murmured Rob in an almost inaudible voice, good enough for Divya hear for her proximity to him. But behaved as if she hadn't heard anything, though her face became crimson with Rob's remark. What a man Rob was, wondered Divya? A livewire of brain-n-brawn? Or too much of a show-off and sarcasm?

They moved into the drawing room and settled down on the well cushioned sofa pretty comfortably. Rob casually moved his eyes over the surrounding of Dev's well maintained house to gauge about the financial stability about the couple. Though the credit for the interior planning and implementation was in Divya's domain.

"Are you sure" Suddenly asked Rob.

"What am I sure about?" Blurred out Divya in a tentative voice.

"That your name is 'DIVYA'?" Re-questioned Rob with a credible question mark in his metallic voice.

"Why? Do you've any doubt about that?" Questioned Divya in a perturbed tone, "That's the name my parents had kept since I was born."

"Ahhh... I's just joking my love. Don't take it too seriously." Rob brushed off the topic in a lighter note, not before Divya gave him a piercing look indicating, 'I know you're hiding something from me. But I WILL definitely find it out, for sure.' Then changing the tone and mood she asked, "What would you like to have? Coffee or Tea?"

"I'd like to have... What is there after 'T'..." There was sarcasm again in his metallic voice.

"I couldn't get YOU?" Questioned Divya.

"Exactly... Alphabetically after 'T' there's always 'U'! Isn't it?" Questioned back Rob with a smirk on his mischievous face.

It took a second for Divya to crack the joke. The moment she got it, her face was a shade darker with a reddish tinge.

"You're incorrigible," Said Divya in a shy yet excited voice of untold experience she was receiving from a person old enough to be her father otherwise.

To lessen her embracement Rob said, "Hard or soft would have been a better way of asking." He said with a wink while ogling at Divya's opulent boobs. Which made Divya even more shy and surprised? Because almost in all her previous experiences, if a man was caught red-handed while ogling at her, he usually divert his attention in a shy or defeated manner being caught.

But Rob was breed and class apart. He never buzzed down whether someone was noticing him or not. He would simply look at her proud possessions as per his will, whims and moods. Which made her to shudder with an unknown excitement and finally she got defeated and diverted her attention. Which probably made him all the way more special and distinct?

"Well, what would you like to have wine or champagne?" Divya was discreet while offering her choice.

"That's my girl," Rob was beaming, "Dev was super excited while describing about YOU on our way from office to home. Now I realised he was not exaggerating. YOU are a smart girl with beauty and brain." Rob hit the right chord in Divya's heart with a single sentence. That was his trick of trade. Which woman doesn't like to be praised? That to in front of her loving husband? Added there can't be a bigger compliment than when a mid-thirties woman is being referred to as a girl by her husband's black boss.

Divya was no different a woman of her genre. She was over-whelmed at Rob's praises for her. Her thought process was grounded with Rob's metallic voice echoing again, "Giving me an option might invite you trouble my love..." Rob was sarcastic in his statement like never before, "I'm the type of person if you give me a meter, I'd intrude a mile..." Then he laughed loud looking both at Dev and Divya alternatively and said, "How about some Mimosa?" He asked something, with full confidence that Divya would be in a dilemma about the drink and its preparation.

"Mimosa? You mean to say champagne with orange juice?" Divya asked with self pride for knowing what he was asking for. Her facial expression was powerful enough to depict to Rob that -- 'Never under-estimate the knowledge an Indian woman.'

"There you go my baby." Rob was quick to respond, "You're a lucky guy Dev. Divya's a genius, rather indigenous." Rob's sarcasm was at its very best. Saying so he lingered his pondering eyes over her proud possessions again, which made Divya to shiver with an unknown excitement of different kind?

She felt a strange feeling of shudder inside her body as his gaze lingered over her opulent boobs. She looked at him; he was overtly an attractive man even at sixty-five, although not necessarily in an obvious male-model type or way. Yet it was more so in the commanding way that he carried himself all the way -- laughing, talking, eating and even sleeping with. He controlled a respect that most men didn't, and his charisma was extraordinary at any given moment of time, place and situation.

Those catalysts for her budding and begrudging attraction to Mr. Andy Robert, were his unmistakable aura and the persistent sublime flirtations towards her, that to in presence of her husband which he was probably seeming to enjoy and approve of because of his boss's sheer dominant personality and his wife's untold acceptance and enjoyment to his praises and sarcasms.

Dev wasn't necessarily a shy man by any chance. He was confident in his work, confident in social gatherings and situations, confident in his ability to provide what Divya wanted all the way all the time, and confident in a number of other areas in his life playing snookers, table tennis and watching cricket.

However, for whatsoever reason, reasons beyond the standard employee-employer relationship, Dev was noticeably subservient to Mr. Andy Robert; quickly Divya could observe and gauge that in a crystal clear scenario. He was so subservient, in fact, that when his boss would openly started flirting with her, in their very first meeting, in their very own house, and in front of her husband, her dear husband Dev would mostly just sit out there like a couch potato and smile in subdued acceptance.