Sex with Vinay Joneja in Bombay

When I found out my husband was fucking his colleague while I was studying overseas, it cut deep. I was far from home, lonely, and everything felt broken. I decided I wasn’t going to just sit with the hurt. I wanted to take something back for myself, something filthy and deliberate. That’s how I ended up chatting with Vinay. What started as ordinary conversation slowly turned personal, then filthy. By the time I planned my trip to India with my daughter, I already knew I was going to meet him. Not for comfort. For payback.

After a few days with my cousins I changed my plans and stopped in Bombay. He said he was working there and met me at the airport, took us to the hotel he had booked, and told his wife he was away on business. We spent the day driving around, eating street food, and shopping. He bought me perfume, cream, and a soft leather jacket. The whole time his hand would rest on my lower back or brush against my side, and I could feel myself getting wet just from the attention. By midnight my daughter was fast asleep in my room. Vinay looked at me and simply said, “Come to my room.”

I followed him.

The door hadn’t even closed properly before his hands were on me. He pulled me against him, kissed me hard, and slid his hand straight under my top. He pushed my bra up and grabbed my breast like it already belonged to him. I didn’t stop him. He pinched my nipple, then yanked my top off completely and started sucking on my tits wet, hungry, loud. My back arched. I was already soaked. He pushed me onto the bed, stripped my pants and panties off in one go, and spread my legs. Then he buried his face between them. No teasing. He licked me open, shoved his tongue inside, and ate me like a man who had been waiting for this. Two fingers pushed into me while he sucked on my clit. I was dripping, thighs shaking, hands in his hair. He only stopped when I was close to coming, then stood up, took off his clothes, and rolled a condom onto his thick cock.

He climbed over me, pushed my legs wider, and slid in deep in one slow thrust. I felt every inch. He started fucking me properly long, steady strokes that made my breasts bounce. He watched them while he used my body, occasionally leaning down to suck a nipple again. I was so wet the sound of him moving inside me filled the room.

After a while he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, dragged my hips up, and pushed back in from behind. One hand on my waist, the other pressing my shoulders down into the pillow. He fucked me harder like that deep, heavy thrusts that made my ass shake. I pushed back against him, wanting more. He reached under and rubbed my clit while he kept pounding into me. I came hard, clenching around him, moaning into the pillow. He didn’t stop. He used my married pussy right through the orgasm until he finally buried himself deep and came with a low grunt.

We rested only a short while. No talks, just dozing off for a bit while staring at the ceiling. Then in the middle of my nap, he pulled me on top of him and made me ride. I sank down onto his cock and started moving while he held my hips and thrust up to meet me. My breasts were in his face the whole time. He sucked and bit them whenever he wanted. When my legs got tired he simply held me still and fucked up into me until he came again. I was worried about my daughter sleeping in the room next door. I went to check on her and in about twenty minutes he came to get me back into his room. Later that night he fucked me two more times, knowing my visit was only for a couple of days.

For the next two days, whenever my daughter was asleep or occupied, he took me. Against the wall, bent over the desk, on my back with my legs over his shoulders, on my knees with his cock in my mouth first so I could taste myself on him. He used my body like it belonged to him for those two days, and I let him. I wanted him to.

By the time I finally flew home my pussy was swollen and tender lips puffy, still slightly gaped from how often and how hard he had stretched me. Every step on the plane reminded me. The inside of my thighs felt bruised from his grip. My nipples were sore and marked where he had sucked and bitten them. I was sore, marked, and full of the exact feeling I had come for.

Part of me felt I had taken something back. The rest of me knew exactly what I had done.

I had fucked a man who wasn’t my husband, repeatedly, thoroughly, while my daughter slept a wall away because my husband had already done the same to me. This was my payback. Not quiet, not subtle. Just the raw fact that while he was busy with his colleague, I had let another man open me up, fill me, use me until my cunt was swollen and aching from it. I went home carrying that on my body. That was the point.