Lavanya adjusted her blouse in the elevator mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles from the hurried morning rush. At 28, she was the picture of professional poise—long dark hair tied in a neat bun, subtle makeup highlighting her almond-shaped eyes, and a fitted skirt that accentuated her curvy figure without being overt. Her husband, Rahul, had kissed her goodbye at the door, his embrace warm but routine, like the rest of their five-year marriage. He worked in IT from home, content with their comfortable life in the suburbs. But lately, Lavanya felt a void, an itch she couldn't scratch during their gentle, predictable lovemaking sessions.

The elevator dinged, opening to the 15th floor of Apex Solutions, a mid-sized marketing firm in the city. She stepped into the open-plan office, the hum of keyboards and muffled conversations greeting her. Her desk was near the window, offering a view of the bustling streets below. Arjun's cubicle was just across the aisle—tall, athletic, with sharp features and a confident smile that made junior staff giggle. At 32, he was the top sales rep, known for closing deals with charm and persistence. They'd worked together on projects for months, sharing laughs and late-night emails, but lately, his glances lingered longer, his compliments edgier.

"Morning, Lavanya. Looking sharp as always," Arjun said, leaning over the partition with a coffee in hand. His voice was deep, teasing.

She smiled, feeling a familiar flutter. "Thanks, Arjun. Busy day ahead?"

"Always. But hey, if you need help with that client pitch, I'm your man." His eyes flicked down her body briefly, making her cheeks warm.

The day progressed with meetings and reports, but tension built like a storm. During a team huddle, Arjun's knee brushed hers under the table—accidental? She didn't pull away. By lunch, she found herself replaying it, her mind wandering to forbidden thoughts. Rahul texted: "Miss you, babe. Dinner at 7?" She replied affirmatively, guilt nipping at her, but excitement won.

Afternoon brought a shared task: prepping slides for a big presentation. They huddled in the small conference room, the door closed for "focus." Arjun's cologne filled the space—spicy, masculine. As they reviewed data, his hand grazed hers on the mouse.

"Oops, sorry," he murmured, but his fingers lingered.

Lavanya's breath caught. "No problem." Their eyes met, electricity crackling.

"You know, Lavanya, you're not just smart—you're distracting as hell." Arjun's voice dropped, his hand now on her thigh under the table.

She froze, but didn't stop him. "Arjun... I'm married."

"I know. That's what makes it hot." He squeezed gently, his thumb circling. "Tell me to stop, and I will."

She didn't. Instead, she whispered, "Don't stop."

That was the spark. Arjun pulled her onto his lap, kissing her fiercely. His lips were demanding, tongue exploring as his hands roamed her body. Lavanya moaned into his mouth, "Oh god, Arjun... this is wrong."

"But it feels right, doesn't it, you naughty wife?" He bit her lower lip, making her gasp.

They broke apart, panting. "We can't... not here," she said, but her body betrayed her, grinding against him.

Arjun smirked. "Tonight. After hours. Storage room. Wear something easy to remove."

Lavanya nodded, heart pounding. The rest of the day was a blur, her mind racing with anticipation and guilt. Rahul called at 5: "Heading home soon?"

"Late meeting, sorry. Love you." The lie stung, but the thrill overpowered it.

As the office emptied, Lavanya slipped into the ladies' room, removing her panties and stuffing them in her purse. She headed to the storage room at the back—dim, cluttered with boxes and shelves, perfect for secrecy.

Arjun was waiting, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. "You came, slut. I knew you would."

The word "slut" sent a shiver through her. "Arjun... what are we doing?"

He locked the door, pushing her against the wall. "What you've been craving. Admit it—you want me to fuck you like Rahul never has."

Lavanya whimpered as his hands yanked her blouse open, buttons scattering. "Yes... god, yes. Take me rough."

Arjun growled, pinching her nipples through her bra. "Beg properly, you cheating whore. Tell me what a bad wife you are."

"Please, Arjun! Fuck this married pussy... make me scream like a slut!" Her voice was breathy, desperate.

He ripped her bra down, sucking one nipple hard while twisting the other. Lavanya moaned loudly, "Ahhh! Yes, bite it... harder!"

"You're so responsive, bitch. Rahul must be boring if you're this eager." Arjun's hand slid under her skirt, finding her bare and wet. "No panties? What a filthy little tease."

"Finger me... ahhh! Deeper!" she begged as he plunged two fingers inside, curling them.

"Listen to that sloppy cunt. Dripping for another man's touch." He added a third finger, stretching her, his thumb on her clit.

Lavanya's hips bucked. "Oh fuck! Yes... make me cum first!"

Arjun slapped her ass lightly. "Not yet, whore. On your knees. Suck my cock like the mouth-slut you are."

She dropped eagerly, unzipping him. His cock was thick, veined, bigger than Rahul's. She took him in her mouth, sucking hungrily. "Mmm... tastes so good."

"Deeper, bitch. Gag on it." Arjun gripped her hair, thrusting into her throat.

Lavanya choked, tears forming, but she loved it. "Glug... ahh... fuck my face!"

He face-fucked her roughly, balls slapping her chin. "That's it, you throat-whore. Take it all while I degrade you—married and on your knees for my dick."

After minutes, he pulled out. "Bend over that box, ass up."

Lavanya complied, skirt hiked up. Arjun bound her wrists behind her back with his tie, the silk tight. "Now you're helpless, just a bound slut ready for pounding."

He spanked her hard, the slaps echoing. "Ahhh! One... yes! Two... punish me, Arjun!"

"Count louder, you spanking bitch. Let me hear how much you crave the pain." By eight, her ass glowed red, stinging deliciously.

"Good girl. Now beg for my cock to wreck this hole."

"Please! Ram it in... fuck me extreme, degrade me with your words!" she wailed.

Arjun thrust in deep, no mercy. Lavanya screamed, "Oh fuuuck! So big... yes, stretch me!"

He pounded relentlessly, hands on her bound wrists, pulling her back. "Take it, you cheating cumslut. This pussy belongs to me now."

"Ahhh! Yes, own it... harder, you bastard!" Her screams filled the room, body rocking.

Arjun reached around, rubbing her clit. "Cum for me, whore. Squeeze my dick like the orgasmic bitch you are."

Lavanya exploded, "Aaaah! Cumming... oh god, yes! Don't stop!"

He flipped her onto her back on the boxes, re-entering roughly. "Look at me while I fuck you senseless."

Their eyes locked. "Degrade me more... talk about your cum!"

"You're just a cum rag, Lavanya—a degrading vessel for my load. I'll fill you till it leaks, reminding you of your betrayal."

"Yes! Fill me... ahhh! Another one building!"

He choked her lightly, fingers around her throat. "Cum again, choking slut. Feel the intensity."

"Aaaah! Yes, choke your whore... cumming hard!" Waves crashed over her.

Arjun grunted, "Here it comes, bitch. Take my hot cum deep!"

"Yesss! Pump me full... degrade me with it!" She felt him pulse, flooding her.

"Feel that, cum bucket? My seed owning your womb." He pulled out, some dripping.

Lavanya moaned, "Thank you... so much better than Rahul."

He untied her, kissing her gently now. "This is just the beginning, slut."

They cleaned up, parting with a promise of more. Lavanya drove home, cum still inside her, guilt mixing with satisfaction. Rahul greeted her with dinner. "Long day?"

"Very." In bed, his touches felt lackluster. She faked moans, mind on Arjun.

The next day, office banter hid their secret. Arjun texted: "Conference room, lunch break. Bring lube."

Her pulse raced. At noon, they met. Arjun locked the door. "Strip, whore. Time for round two."

Lavanya undressed quickly. "What do you have in mind?"

"BDSM play. Hands behind your back." He used his belt to bind her wrists, then blindfolded her with her own scarf. "Now you're mine to tease."

He pushed her over the table, spreading her legs. "Such a pretty pussy. But it needs punishment."

He slapped her inner thighs, then her clit lightly. "Ahhh! Yes, slap it... make it sting!"

"You're a pain-slut, aren't you? Beg for my tongue."

"Please, lick me... eat this cheating cunt!" she begged.

Arjun knelt, tongue flicking her clit roughly, sucking hard. Lavanya moaned, "Oh fuck! Yes... deeper with your fingers!"

He obliged, fingering her while licking. "Taste so sweet, bitch. Cum on my face."

"Ahhh! Building... yes, make me squirt!" She screamed through orgasm, body shaking.

Arjun stood, unzipping. "Now, suck me blindfolded, throat-whore."

She opened her mouth, taking him deep despite the blindfold. "Mmm... gag me!"

He thrust, holding her head. "Choke on it, you blind slut."

After, he unbound her hands but kept the blindfold. "Bend over. Time for rough fucking."

He entered her from behind, pounding. "Scream louder, whore!"

"Ahhh! Yes, ram it... degrade my ass too!"

Arjun spanked, then teased her asshole with a lubed finger. "Want this hole played with, anal-slut?"

"Yes! Finger my ass while you fuck me!" she wailed.

He did, double-penetrating with finger and cock. "Take it, you extreme bitch!"

"Aaaah! So full... cum talk, please!"

"I'll cum in your pussy, then make you lick my finger clean, cum-rag."

"Yes! Do it... ahhh! Cumming again!"

He exploded inside, then fed her the finger. "Taste your ass and my cum, degrading whore."

Lavanya sucked obediently. "Mmm... so dirty."

They continued this pattern over days—stolen moments escalating. One evening in his car in the parking garage, Arjun bound her to the headrest, fucking her mouth while fingering her.

"Scream around my dick, car-slut!"

"Mmmph! Ahh!"

Cum shot down her throat. "Swallow, cum-guzzler!"

Another time, in the supply closet during a break. Arjun used office supplies—paperclips as makeshift nipple clamps.

"Pinch them, you clamp-whore!"

"Ahhh! Yes, twist... fuck me standing!"

He lifted her leg, thrusting deep. "This quickie's for my cum in you all day."

"Yes! Leak your load while I work... aaaah!"

Orgasms blended, screams muffled by his hand.

By week's end, Lavanya was hooked. Arjun introduced more BDSM: In the empty boardroom late night, he bound her spread-eagle to chairs with ties.

"Ready for extreme, slut?"

"Yes... use me!"

He whipped her thighs with a rolled-up report, light but stinging. "Scream the count!"

"One! Ahhh! Two! Punish your bound whore!"

Then ate her out, edging her. "Beg to cum, edge-slut."

"Please... let me explode!"

"Not yet." He entered, slow then fast. "Now cum, bitch!"

"Aaaah! Yes... degrade with cum!"

Pulled out, cumming on her face. "Wear it, facial-rag. Lick what you can."

She did, tasting saltiness.

Conversations deepened degradation: "You're my office property now, Lavanya. Rahul's just the cuck at home."

"Yes... own this slutty wife. More rough next time?"

"Always. Maybe introduce toys soon."

Lavanya's guilt faded, replaced by craving. One final session that week: Back in storage, full circle.

"Strip and kneel, submissive bitch."

She did. Arjun collared her with his tie loosely. "My collared whore."

He face-fucked, then bound her hands overhead to a shelf.

"Spank, finger, fuck—cycle till you break."

Slaps rained: "Ahhh! Yes!"

Fingers plunged: "Deeper... ahh!"

Cock slammed: "Fuuuck! Extreme... choke me!"

He did, building to mutual climax.

"Cum inside... make me your permanent cum-dump!"

"Take it all, you lifelong degrading slut!" He filled her.

As they parted, Arjun whispered, "Next week, I have a friend who might join. Vikram—the new guy. Think you can handle two?"

Lavanya shivered. "Maybe... but for now, you're enough to ruin me."

Her awakening complete, the affair burned bright, promising more betrayal.