Chapter 1

Hotel Sapphire, a five star luxury hotel in the heart Delhi, was well known for its opulence and grandeur. For me, working at Sapphire was a dream-come-true; a world away from the simple village life I had grown up in. Who would’ve thought that I, Nitin Yadav, 25 years old, son of a humble government school teacher, would end up working for one of the grandest hotels in the capital city. When I was promoted to the role of Sapphire’s Hospitality Staff Supervisor, it was the happiest day of my life.

Until of course, I got to marry the love of my life, my beautiful Komal.

The day Komal Sharma walked into my life, job application and her resume in hand, everything changed for me. It was like an angel had come down from the heavens, just for me. Jaw-droppingly beautiful with an enchanting smile, Komal had taken over my heart almost immediately. She had applied to the role of front-desk receptionist, and after a brief interview I offered her the role almost immediately.

At 23 years of age, Komal was a head-turner, with her long, dark hair, sparkling eyes, and an unforgettable smile that could make a man lose his train of thought. She was well aware of the effect she had on me, and frankly, on most men. Komal definitely knew how to put her hourglass figure to good use, but it was her charm and wit that truly set her apart. No one could resist her, and I was no exception.

I took advantage of the fact that I was her direct supervisor and made sure that all her shifts were alongside mine. She knew what I was doing, but didn’t seem to mind. A friendship grew between us, and soon it turned into something more.

Within an year, I proposed and Komal accepted. It was a small wedding with close family and friends in her hometown. Our families were ecstatic at the union. It had been two years since we got married and it was the most blissful two years of my life. Prior to getting married, Komal had always kept the physical stuff between us to a minimum. But now, as my wife, she had opened up like a flower to the sun. Our first night together had been a revelation for me; she was passionate, bold, and not at all shy about letting me know what she wanted. Sex with her was nothing like I had experienced before. Komal was insatiable at times, and I had to work hard to keep up. But I loved every minute of it. We were truly in love with each other.

But there was a dark cloud hanging over our blissful married life. Hotel Sapphire’s owner, Girish Chand Oberoi, was a stickler for rules. And one of his strictest rules was that no two employees of his hotel could be in a relationship with each other. The fact that Komal was my colleague, no less my direct subordinate, was a big no-no per company policy. If the fact that we were married ever got out, it would result in the immediate termination of one or both of our jobs.

So we did what made the most sense to us at the time. We lied. To the entire staff of Hotel Sapphire, Komal and I were just co-workers. A supervisor and his team member. Nothing more. We were husband and wife only during the wee hours of night, away from everyone’s prying eyes.

It was easy to manage, logistically speaking. All key hospitality personnel were required to stay on premises. We were all given rooms on the employee floor, and I managed to procure adjoining rooms for Komal and myself. Thanks to the connecting door between the rooms she and I were able to sleep together every night. We made sure to always keep our distance during work hours. No public displays of affection, no casual touches, no lingering glances. We left for our yearly vacations at different times, but met up in my hometown or hers and spent time with our families. Our love had been worth all the secrecy. But it seemed fate had other plans.

It was a day like any other. Komal woke up in my arms, and planted a deep wet kiss on my lips. That sure woke me up, in more ways than one. Her hand immediately went down to my already hardening cock, and she started stroking it.

“Good morning my dear Nutty”, she purred, using her pet name for me. I wasn’t thrilled with that particular pet name, but who could argue with a goddess?

I groaned as she tightened her grip, her hand moving faster.

“I wanted to have some fun yesterday night, but you slept like the big hibernating bear you are!”, she said with mock anger, her grip tightening, but not slowing down the stroking.

I groaned, “I’m sorry babe, you know how tired I was with the wedding party yesterday...”

“Excuses! You don’t know how to take care of your wife’s needs. One of these days...”

I pounced at her, giving her a tight hug making her squeal with surprise.

“What? What will you do one of these days?!”

Komal giggled, “You don’t want to find out Nutty, so quickly do your husbandly duties and fuck me!”

That’s all I needed to hear. I kissed her deeply, my fingers working on her bra clasp at the same time. She let out a moan as I freed her breasts, her nipples already hardening in anticipation. Within a few seconds I was inside her, pumping hard and fast. Komal was moaning into my mouth, her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into her. I started to pound into her harder, and her moans kept getting louder.

“You’re going to wake up half the floor if you make any more noise,” I warned, but Komal ignored me.

“I don’t care, fuck me harder, Nutty.”

That’s all I could take. A few more pumps and I came, hard, filling Komal with my load. I collapsed on her, panting. Komal was still breathing heavily, her chest heaving. She seemed a bit annoyed, I could tell. Not for the first time in the last few months, I had come too quickly.

“Sorry babe, you know how turned on I get when you talk dirty”, I apologized, kissing her neck.

“Whatever,” she replied, pouting. “Let me go shower now.”

“You are not going anywhere” I said, grinning and holding her in my arms. I slid down her body, kissing her breasts, her belly button and then her sweet spot. She gasped as my tongue touched her clit. She grabbed my hair, pushing my head down harder. I could taste my own cum leaking out of her, mixing with her juices. I lapped it up, circling my tongue around her clit. Her hands were gripping the bedsheet on either side of her, her body arching up as I worked her clit with my tongue. Within a few minutes, her body was shaking, her juices flooding my mouth. She came hard, her body convulsing, her hands gripping the bedsheet harder. I continued to lick her, slowly and softly, until she was done.