The story starts when I was in my first job, working in an MNC as a Mid-Senior Technical Consultant. It was around Christmas when this new fresher girl joined our team. Her name was Ishita (name changed). She wasn’t the most attractive girl at first glance; she had a dusky complexion, but a great smile and eyes.
However, the sexiest thing about her was her hair. Although I wasn’t attracted to her initially, one day, as I was standing in front of my office waiting for my shuttle, I saw her coming towards me. I figured she also caught her shuttle from there. She came directly to me, stood beside me, and started the first conversation.
“You also take the shuttle from here?” Ishita asked.
“Yes!” I replied.
“So, how was your first week on our project?” I asked.
“It’s kind of okay. I’m a little bored as everyone here is older. I can’t connect with anyone other than for work,” she said.
“Well, you can just sit in my cubicle. I get bored sometimes too,” I replied.
She chuckled and said, “Of course! You know, there are some senior female associates who fantasize about you sometimes. I’ve overheard them.”
I laughed out loud and said, “Well, that’s their problem.”
That is how our conversation began. We exchanged phone numbers and started talking to each other a lot. Slowly, we started hanging out together and watching movies.
After almost a year of dating (we didn’t have sex; we just kissed twice, as I really wanted it to be a relationship and not a fling), she suddenly told me one day that she had a boyfriend in college whom she had left after getting the job because he used to misbehave with her.
Now, all of a sudden, her boyfriend was back. He now had a job and had offered to be with her again, and she realized she still had feelings for him. I was heartbroken. There were three months of melodrama, but then suddenly COVID hit, and we were all locked down at home.
I also wanted to end the relationship at that moment, having had enough of the pity. So, we talked and mutually blocked each other.
Now, the story starts again a few years after COVID.
I had healed and was in a big role at a top product company by then. I was visiting Bengaluru for some office work when I suddenly bumped into her in my hotel lobby.
I was a bit shocked at first. But she readily said hi and asked how I was. I was over her by then, so I casually asked what she was doing there and invited her to join me for a coffee in the same hotel cafe. She readily agreed.
She said she had an hour before her doctor’s appointment and had come there to have some coffee. We talked a lot for that hour. It was like the old days. Then, I casually mentioned how we used to try a lot of vodka back when we were dating and how awesome those days were.
She chuckled and suddenly said, “We can do that again. You should treat me to that Grey Goose you promised after you landed a great job.”
“Where do you want to do this?” I asked. “Tomorrow is Saturday and I’m free.”
She said that her husband had inherited a flat in Bengaluru where they now stayed. He was out of town and would be back by next Tuesday. So, if it was okay, we could have a party at her flat. I was kind of shocked initially, but then agreed.
The next day, I reached her flat, and she opened the door. She was wearing a red saree and looked hot. She had developed curves by then.
She showed me around the flat; all the furniture was gifted by her in-laws. The couch, the master bed — everything.
Then, we sat on the couch, opened the bottle of vodka, and started our party. We almost finished the 500 ml in two hours, and she was a bit drunk by then. She started opening up about her marriage and how unhappy she was.
“My husband is a misogynistic pile of shit. And his family is an orthodox pile of shit. They want grandchildren, but my husband is incapable; he finishes in one minute in bed. But he won’t get himself checked. The whole family puts the blame on me. They even forced me out of my job because of this.”
I was shocked and felt really sad for her. She started crying after a while, talking about more and more bad things happening to her because she wasn’t delivering a baby.
Suddenly, she said, “I should never have left you. You were so good to me. I was such a fool to do that.”
Suddenly, a vengeance sparked in my head as I remembered the toxic days of that breakup. I started consoling her, but this time, I purposefully started exploring her body with my hands.
She also started to feel hot and moaned a little as I pressed her breasts lightly. She suddenly looked into my eyes with lust, and the next moment, we started kissing.
We kissed for more than a minute, and then we broke our kiss. I was now kissing her neck and pressing her breasts. Then she suddenly got up, holding my hand.
“This will be my revenge for all the misery my husband puts me through,” she said. “I am highly ovulated for the next 48 hours, according to the doctor I visited yesterday. Let’s have sex; I want you to put a baby inside me by the end.”
I was on cloud nine after hearing this. I started kissing her again and started taking off her saree. Slowly, I took off her petticoat and bra until she was only in her panties.
I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the master bedroom. I threw her onto her marital bed. Then I stood in front of her and took all my clothes off.
Then I joined her in the bed and started sucking her breasts. Then she took my cock in her mouth and started licking and sucking.
After a few minutes, I pushed her onto the bed, and she lay on her back. She raised her hips slightly, and I took her panties off. Now there was a clean-shaven pussy in front of me.
I started licking her pussy, and she started moaning. After two or three minutes, she begged me to fuck her. I got on top of her and pushed my cock inside her bare, unprotected pussy.
It was tight, which suggested that her husband’s cock was really small. After ten or twelve thrusts, I was all the way inside her, and she was extremely wet by then.
She wrapped her legs around me, raising her hips, and I started giving her deep thrusts. After a few minutes, I started fucking her faster, and she was moaning heavily now.
I grabbed her hands and felt her marriage churis. This gave me pleasure — the fact that I was fucking a married woman.
After five minutes, she started shaking as she had her first orgasm and said, “Give me that load. Put a baby inside me.”
This excited me to the core. In the next ten seconds, I climaxed and pumped all my load deep inside her pussy. I collapsed on her and stayed there for a while.
Then we laid back for an hour. Then she was thirsty again. This time, she started riding me. Her boobs were jiggling in front of me, which attracted me.
I got up, and we started fucking in a sitting position. I grabbed her ass and thrusted harder, climaxing inside her again.
We sat there for a while, and I saw some of my cum dripping from her pussy onto their marital bed. We slept then.
The next morning, we fucked again. This time, it was on the couch in doggy style. Then, I requested her to wear a wedding saree. She put it on, and I fucked her in that saree and came inside her pussy.
We fucked twelve times that weekend, everywhere in her apartment. Then I had my flight on Monday and came back to my city.
Later, after a year, I saw her FB profile from a fake account, and she had posted a display picture with a baby girl, saying, “My little Princess.”