Chapter 4

I watched Komal as she was getting ready for work, humming to herself and applying a touch of red lipstick in front of the mirror. She was dressed in the standard Hotel Sapphire attire for receptionists - a dark gray pencil skirt, a crisp white blouse and a dark gray jacket. However, she had worn her hair open today, with loose curls cascading down her back. Her open hair wasn’t exactly adhering to Hotel Sapphire’s staff dress code, but apparently that code was super-ceded by another cardinal rule - ‘Rahul likes it when I wear it like this’.

I looked at Komal’s beautiful face in the mirror, her big eyes, her long eye lashes, her smiling lips looking absolutely inviting, highlighted by the bright red lipstick. She looked at me through the mirror and smiled, continuing to hum to herself. She seemed to be in a good mood, and I knew why. As much as I’d like to hope that the lipstick and that smile were for me, I knew that they were all for HIM.

Rahul Oberoi, son of Hotel Sapphire’s owner, Girish Oberoi. ‘Rahul sir’, as I liked to address him, was who Komal was pretending to be dating. At least, I’d like to believe it was still pretense.

A few nights ago, Komal had said to me: “Nitin, I won’t sleep with Rahul ... our marriage vows are important to me.” But it was also on that same night that she had let Rahul sir finger fuck her to a full-blown orgasm, while she looked through a fucking telescope. Sure, he didn’t stick his dick into her pussy, but I was struggling to see how what they did was any less intimate. Where does one draw the boundary of what’s acceptable in this situation? It seemed to me that Komal had decided to draw the line arbitrarily.

Of course, all of this was just my internal debate and monologue. I didn’t say any of this to Komal. I couldn’t! I had promised her that I’d have a handle on my jealousy, and that I’d support her in this ruse she was playing with Rahul sir. And I was trying my best to keep that promise. After all, this ruse was the only assured way to keep Patil from exposing our secret to the world and risk losing our jobs.

She was taking one for the team. Right?

“Well, how do I look, Nutty? Komal asked, breaking me out of my deep thoughts.

“Incredibly hot and amazingly beautiful” I said, being genuinely honest. “Are you going out with him again tonight?”

She gave me a small smile, “Yeah, Rahul wants to take me to this Korean barbecue place, he says the food is to die for.” she chuckled. “We will have drinks afterwards ... I’ll be late tonight, Nutty, don’t wait up.”

I felt a stirring in my pants. Her description of their latest after-dinner activities was still fresh in my brain. “Any more telescope watching in the plan?” I tried to make a joke out of it.

Komal laughed, “I don’t know, Rahul likes to keep me guessing, and I kind of enjoy the intrigue.” She got up and adjusted her skirt and gave herself one final look in the mirror. She turned to look at me.

“How do I look?” she asked, giving me a quick turn.

“Very hot!”

Komal smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek. “You’re the sweetest, Nutty!” Komal said, giving me a playful wink before she left, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

Standing alone in there, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, I started thinking about the events that had transpired over the last few days, and how my once loving and devoted wife had become entangled with this rich, powerful man. Since their night in his penthouse suite, Komal and Rahul sir had gotten closer, MUCH closer. I mean, after having done what they did, who wouldn’t?

I kept seeing Komal and Rahul sir around the hotel property every so often. Be it taking a walk in the hotel gardens hand-in-hand, or whispering sweet nothings to each other in the hidden corners of the lobby, or getting an intimate drink in the rooftop bar well into the night. Komal and Rahul sir were spending a lot of time together. I also realized that Komal was meeting Rahul sir in the gym every morning, which she’d failed to mention to me. The only reason I even found out was because I smelled his distinct cologne on her when she returned from the gym one morning. I asked her if she’d met with Rahul sir and she casually said “Oh yeah, we’ve been working out together for the last few days, he’s been helping me improve my squats.”

It seems Rahul sir was not at all reserved when it came to public displays of affection, and Komal didn’t seem to mind one bit. Perhaps the fact that he practically owned the hotel emboldened them both. Just the other day, I’d walked into the elevator on one of the guest floors and saw a very surprised Komal and Rahul sir in there, standing suspiciously close to each other towards one corner. It was clear they had been up to something just before I’d entered the elevator. Komal’s clothes were slightly off and wrinkled, and Rahul sir’s hair was disheveled. They both also seemed to quite out of breath. I nodded at them both politely and turned back to face the elevator doors, with Komal and Rahul sir standing behind me. As the elevator continued its descent, I could hear some shuffling, followed by a quick surprised squeak from Komal, and then followed by a giggle and some whispers. I was quite tempted to turn back and scream at Rahul sir to keep his hands off my wife, but I decided against that for obvious reasons. Finally, after a few more torturous moments, I got off on the lobby floor, and held the door open for them. Komal was about to walk out, but Rahul sir held her back and said that he forgot something upstairs and asked Komal to help him. I let the elevator doors close again, watching Komal and Rahul sir disappear behind them.

To add salt to the wound, all of the Hotel staff were fawning over the new ‘hot couple’, and Tina in particular was one of their biggest cheerleaders. She seemed to take a lot of pleasure in instigating interactions between Komal and Rahul sir. Be it sending Komal along with room service to ‘check on the food’ or asking her to ‘bring him extra pillows’. All of which was entirely unnecessary for front-desk receptionists to be involved in. And every time, Komal would stay back in his suite for a few extra unexplained minutes, and my stomach would be in knots until she returned. After every such encounter, Tina and Komal would get into hushed giggles, while the curiosity was twisting my insides.

As I was thinking about all of this, standing alone in Komal’s bathroom, I crackle on my walkie-talkie interrupted my thoughts. It was Kushal sir, asking me to come to the front desk urgently.

As I walked into the reception area, I saw Tina busy with a guest and Kushal sir waiting for me. Komal was missing.

“Ahh Nitin, thank god you’re here, we’re short one person at the front desk!” Kushal sir said, his eyes looking at his watch.

“Oh ... Komal was supposed to be on her shift right now...”, I started to say.

“Yes, yes ... I know. I sent Komal to help a guest ... can you cover for her at the front desk?” Kushal sir asked, his voice impatient.

“Of course sir!”

“Good ... thanks Nitin!” Kushal sir said, starting to walk away from the desk. But then he turned back and said in a hushed tone, “And Nitin, do you know if ... um ... there’s something going on between Komal and Rahul Oberoi?”

“Uh ... yes sir, I believe ... they’re dating.” I replied, trying to keep my tone casual.

“Ahh, that explains it then.”, Kushal sir continued, still whispering. “Rahul sir was inquiring about reserving the north wing conference room for some event. I was more than glad to give him a tour of the facility but he asked for Komal to give him the tour, personally.”

“Oh ... is that where you sent her then, sir?” I asked, my heart beginning to race.

“Yes, we can’t say no to Rahul now, can we?” Kushal sir said with a chuckle. “And in fact, Komal seemed quite happy to do it, she hurried right along to take him to the conference room. These kids seem to be quite taken with each other, eh?”

I just smiled weekly. I wanted to scream ‘She’s my wife you old fool!’, but obviously, I did not.

Kushal sir seemed to be considering something for a few seconds. “They do make quite a handsome couple, Komal and Rahul...” he said, with an approving nod.

I forced a smile, “Yes, sir. They do.”

Kushal sir gave me a friendly slap on the back, “Good lad, Nitin. Let these young people have their romances. Us, practical old men, we’re all about work aren’t we?”

“Of course sir, duty comes first!” I said, smiling at Kushal sir, while he walked away, leaving me alone with Tina, manning the front desk.

After about half-an-hour had passed, my morbid curiosity got the best of me. I made an excuse to Tina about an upset stomach and started walking towards the conference room.

As I approached it, I saw the door slightly ajar and I could hear faint voices inside so I peeked. What I saw, stopped my breath.

There they were, in a barely lit corner on the other side of the large conference room, my wife and Rahul sir, in the middle of what looked like an intense make-out session. Komal was seated on the desk, her jacket off to the side, her skirt hiked up to her upper thighs, her legs spread wide open, and Rahul sir standing between them. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, her tongue down his throat. He had one of his hands on her breast, thankfully still covered with her white blouse. His other hand was hidden between her legs. To my horror, I saw her panties discarded on the floor next to where Rahul sir was standing. It seems Rahul sir was, yet again, fingering my wife’s bare pussy!

I watched them in silence, in a mix of twisted humiliation and inexplicably, pleasure. My cock was growing hard in my pants, despite the feelings of shame and jealousy coursing through me. Rahul sir’s hand was working furiously between her thighs. His other hand started unbuttoning her blouse one by one, revealing more and more of her creamy skin. I could see the lacy fabric of her bra peeking out from underneath, her generous cleavage threatening to spill out at any moment.

She suddenly broke off from the kiss and looked into Rahul sir’s eyes and said something to him, which made him smile. He then bent down and started kissing Komal’s neck. Komal bent backwards on the desk, her arms supporting her from behind, fully offering herself to Rahul sir. Her blouse was fully open now, her bra covered breasts and her bare stomach ready for his taking. As he kept making it downwards, kissing her neck, her cleavage, and then her stomach, it dawned on me what Komal had asked him to do!

Rahul sir pushed her skirt higher, bunching it around her waist, fully exposing her creamy thighs. He then proceeded to slowly crawl down her body with his mouth, kissing and nibbling her along the way. I could hear Komal’s sighs and moans from all the way across the conference room. I knew I should leave, I should walk away, but I couldn’t.