She wrapped her mangalsutra around my d*ck and made me hers

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This happened back in 2018, when I used to stay in PG.

I was living the usual bachelor's life—work, roommates, and the cricket. What I didn’t expect was to get entangled in a story that still burns in my memory.

There was a married woman living next door with her little son. Her husband worked abroad and barely checked in, emotionally or otherwise. I used to go to her house to get the ball that went in her house while we used to play cricket in evening after office hours.

We started off with casual chats and neighborly smiles. It turned into evening walks, helping hands, whatsapp chats.

soon, we became friends. And then…late night chats, sharing secrets, something more.

There was chemistry. Unspoken, undeniable, and electric. We tried to ignore it at first, but when emotions are real, resistance is useless.

It all started on her son’s birthday. I helped her with the decorations and arrangements. After the party, when things calmed down and her son went to bed, she got emotional. She hugged me, and in that moment—without thinking—we kissed. And that kiss unleashed something deep in both of us.

Very soon, we were having sex. And not just sex—insane, intense, unforgettable sex. She wasn’t just sleeping with me. She was letting go of years of frustration, of being unseen, unheard, unloved. She didn't felt guilty of cheating her husband.

During that night, something happened that I’ll never forget. She was in the mood—fierce, dominant, and wild with anger and desire.

Midway, she took off her \\\\\\\*\\\\\\\*mangalsutra\\\\\\\*\\\\\\\*, looked me dead in the eyes, and tied it around my d\\\\\\\*ck and gave a super sloppy blowjob. As I was about to cum, she whispered, “Cum on my mangalsutra. This is mine tonight.”

That was her revenge. Her moment. Her way of reclaiming herself from a loveless marriage.

We kept seeing each other for a few more months. Every time we met, it was a storm of passion, emotion, and raw, naked truth. She was my secret fantasy, and I was her escape.

To this day, I can still feel that "mangalsutra" wrapped around me. It was wrong… but god, it felt so right.

We were together for almost 10 months and fulfilled each other's lots of fantasies.

Once On her birthday, her husband sent her cake and flowers. She gave me blowjob and asked me to cum on that cake, and then she cut that cake and ate the part where my cum was spread on cake.

Another time, she opened pic of her husband on her phone and gave me blowjob while looking at that pic and kept on saying in between, "tum bas paisa kamao, bhul gaye ho na ki ek biwi bhi hai yaha. Par don't worry, wo khush hai ab iss lu\\\\\\\*d se"

And later we fucked. She even called her husband for a min to talk while my dick was deep inside her.

She was the master of revenge sex.

P.S. : Have Reframed this confession through chatGPT before any Shakespeare tries to correct me 😜