Hello readers…my name is Maya. I am a 34-year-old married woman with two children. The story I am going to write is about an experience I had when I was 27 years old. I was just married for one year when I had this experience. My husband and I had decided to delay having children until we were in a better financial position. My husband had started climbing the corporate ladder, and I had a low-paying teaching job. So, when I got a job offer to work in a government school, we thought it was a good opportunity even though the school was located in a remote village, 200 km away. We knew daily commuting was impossible and I had to stay there alone, but we were convinced it would be easy to get a transfer by pulling strings or bribing after a few months. So, before deciding to accept the job, my husband and I visited the village to find out more about the area and the school.
The village was located in a beautiful setting surrounded by mountains, trees, and farmland. The people were respectful, and the school had a good reputation. We even met a teacher who advised me to accept the job and told us there were good rental accommodations near the school. I discussed it with my husband and decided to take the offer.
Two weeks before joining the job, my husband and I visited the village to look for a suitable accommodation. We found houses that were close to the school, but I preferred a house that was a little further but walkable. We kept looking and found a one-bedroom house about a kilometer from the school. The house was on the first floor of a two-floor house. It was a 1 BHK house with a spacious balcony in front of the house. The owner was a lady in her mid-fifties. She was a widow and she had two grown children. They lived on the ground floor. The house looked safe, the rent was affordable, and the owner seemed nice. So we decided to rent the property, and the owner was happy to let it to me.
One week before I started work, my husband and I went to the house together to set up the furniture. He was able to stay with me for only two days and nights. When the time came for him to leave on the third morning, I was completely heartbroken. He held me and comforted me, promising that he would call me every day.
After my husband left, I started getting used to my new life and got to know the owners and neighbours a lot better. I started work a week later and really liked the job. My colleagues and the students were cooperative and well-behaved, and I quickly got used to the daily routine. My accommodation was also great. The owners and neighbours were both friendly and non-intrusive.
After two weeks in the village, I went to my in-laws’ house for the weekend and returned on Monday morning. My husband and my in-laws were so happy to see me that I made the trip home every weekend, even though the journey was not easy. My husband was very understanding and would sometimes come visit me in the village on Saturdays or Sundays.
After one month, I met the owner’s son for the first time. I had not seen him earlier because he was busy taking care of his family’s farm and business. I saw him as I was approaching the house on my way back from school. He was standing inside the property, casually resting his forearms on the gate and gazing at me. When I went close to the gate, he gave me a surprised look. I told him I lived on the first floor. He apologized and opened the gate for me. Just then, his mother came out and introduced him as her son, Aditya. I had a brief chat with them before going upstairs to my place.
I met Aditya again after two days when I went up to the terrace to dry clothes. He was there with his younger sister. I smiled, and they walked over to join me. Aditya introduced me to his sister, Vishali. I’d seen her around but I’d not got a chance to talk with her. She was sweet girl. She eagerly helped me hang the laundry while we talked.
Aditya asked if I liked the village and the school, and I told him I liked both very much. I asked him about their family’s farm and businesses. He told me it was difficult to maintain the farm, but their businesses were going well. We chatted about general things and got to know each other better. When he mentioned he was leaving for the city the next morning, I wished him a safe trip, thanked Vishali for her help, and headed back downstairs.
I felt more comfortable in the house after chatting with Aditya and Vishali. They were friendly, good-looking siblings. I found out that Aditya was only twenty-four and Vishali was twenty-one. Aditya was well-built for his age. He was at least four inches taller than me, looked mature, and had a medium complexion. He was well-groomed with a short, trimmed beard. Vishali was pretty and bubbly. She had a light complexion and long hair like me, but she was slimmer and a couple of inches shorter than me.
I quickly adjusted to the owners, the neighbours, and the village, settling easily into the school and my new routine. My husband and I usually met once a week, but sometimes when we couldn’t see each other for longer than that, I missed him a lot. We had only been married for one year, and we felt inseparable. Every time we met, it ended the same way — we lost control. My husband’s presence was hypnotising — every whisper in my ear and every touch sent shivers down my spine. My body responded to him without restraint. When he made love, I surrendered to him, and he made me feel complete. It felt so good I couldn’t help moaning loudly while we made love. Fortunately, we had complete privacy, and we were sure the house was sufficiently soundproof.
Unfortunately, two months later, a suspicious incident made me begin to doubt my privacy in the house. It happened on a Saturday evening. My husband had come to visit me. We had gone for a walk around the village and returned home early. We had watched TV for a short time while having foreplay. Then we had gone to the bedroom and started making love. Soon, we had got lost in a moment of intense passion. I was on the bed, unable to keep my eyes open as my husband was between my legs. But suddenly, I sensed being watched and looked at the open window which was in front of me. I thought I saw something move in the dark, but I couldn’t spot anything clearly. The other side of the window was an open verandah that was accessible from the balcony in front of the house. The verandah was filled with flower pots, making it difficult to move freely. So I thought it could be a cat or a bird and ignored my suspicion at that moment. But after that incident I became more alert. I observed carefully for a few days, but when I didn’t notice anything suspicious, I took it easy.
For another month, everything seemed normal and my job had become a comfortable routine. I went to my in-laws’ house three times that month, and my husband came to see me once. The following month, he gave me the good news that he had been promoted. Initially, we were very happy, but when his new role required frequent travel across the country, it strained our relationship. He couldn’t visit me, and even when I went to my in-laws’ house, he was rarely there. I missed him terribly. That’s when something happened that made my life even more challenging.
I had not met my husband for one month after he had been promoted. I was alone, and my body longed for his touch. Memories of the times when we made love frequently clouded my mind even when I was teaching in the classroom. My physical desperation made me attracted to other men. It was a challenging time for my self-control. That’s when I received a message from my ex-boyfriend, Gautam. His message simply read, ‘I love you.’
I was angry. He had broken up with me to marry a girl from a rich family, and he knew I was married. So I messaged, ‘What do you want?’
He replied, ‘Can I call you?’
I messaged: ‘Why?’
He replied, ‘Please, Maya.’ I just want to talk about something important.
I thought about it quickly, and out of curiosity, I messaged, ‘Ok. Call me.’
Gautam called, and we talked for the first time after almost two years. He apologised for breaking up with me and told me his family had forced him to marry the daughter of his dad’s rich business partner. I told him I was not angry with him anymore and wished him a happy married life. He said he cannot get over the guilt of breaking up with me unless he meets me and apologises to me in person. I assured him that I had already forgiven him and he needed to move on. Still, he pleaded to meet. I told him I would think about it and let him know, before quickly hanging up.
I was determined not to call Gautam, but the next day, he called me. I answered the call, and he again pleaded to meet me. I told him I couldn’t waste my time and energy to meet him, but he told me he could see me at any place that suited me. I just told him I’d think about it and hung up. But he didn’t give up. He called me every day for about 15 days. So, out of frustration, I agreed to meet him. I didn’t want to be seen with him by my relatives and friends who lived in the city, so I told him I could meet him only on a weekday evening after I returned home from work. He said that was okay, and we agreed to meet at my place on a Thursday evening.
I was angry with Gautam, but I was still excited to meet him because he had been my boyfriend for three years. I told myself repeatedly that I was not afraid to meet him and I didn’t care about him. I wanted him to know that I was happily married and didn’t need him anymore. But secretly, I wanted him to regret breaking up with me. So on Thursday evening after I got home from school, I took a bath, draped a beautiful saree, and tried to look my best just to show him what he had discarded.
Gautam had said he would come at 6:30 p.m. I was ready by 6:00 and was waiting impatiently, looking out the window. At about 6:15, I saw a white car coming towards the house. I went out and stood on the balcony. The car stopped on the side of the street, and Gautam got out. My heart began beating fast, and tears filled my eyes. He waved at me. I pointed at the stairs. He opened the gate and began walking up the stairs. Trying to hide my happiness and sadness, I went inside before he reached the balcony. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and stood near the door. He looked at me and said, “Wow! Beautiful Maya! Your beauty melts my heart.”
It felt so cruel to compliment me after breaking up with me and marrying another woman. I ignored his comment and let him in, holding back tears. He stepped inside and looked around. As I closed the door and turned around, his eyes met mine, and I couldn’t hide it anymore. My vision blurred as tears streamed down my face, and I broke down. He took me in his arms and whispered, “I love you, Maya.”
I wanted to tell him, I don’t need your love. But my emotions took over. “How could you leave me?” I asked, unable to stop crying.
“I’ll never leave you this time,” he said and kissed my lips.
I felt too weak to resist. He kissed me with the same passion he used to when we were lovers. So, when he pulled away, looked into my eyes, and said, “Let’s make love,” I just nodded, subconsciously shutting my mind from the rest of the world. We went to the bedroom and lay on the bed. He gave me kisses and tenderly stroked my body. He raised my saree and petticoat and slid one hand inside my undies. He found my vulva and inserted his fingers inside my vagina. “You are ready,” he said.
I smiled, relieved that he still had the old habit of making sure I was wet before penetrating me to avoid hurting me.
He got down from the bed and began removing his clothes. I sat up and removed my blouse and bra. When I was about to remove my saree, he climbed the bed and made me lie down on my back. He spread my legs apart and lay on top of me. He kissed my lips and squeezed my breasts before moving down and sucking each of my nipples hastily. Then he moved up and kissed my lips again while rubbing his hard penis on my vulva. I whispered his name. He understood me and stopped kissing. “Do you want it?” he asked.
I nodded. He lifted and lowered his pelvis, guiding his penis into my vagina. When his penis was fully inside me, I was very happy we were untied again after a very long time. He began thrusting his penis slowly into my vagina with love, and I drifted back into our shared wonderful past when we were lovers. He didn’t stop till I climaxed.
After that experience, I realised I still loved Gautam. He stayed with me that night and made love a few more times. The next morning he promised he would meet me soon and left.
Gautam kept his promise and visited me once every week. But my husband and I could only meet once a month. Even when we met, my husband was too tired to make love. I felt sorry for him and suggested that he should find a different job. But he said he liked his new senior position and he liked travelling around the country. So I stopped worrying about him and continued my relationship with Gautam.
I got used to the new routine. I didn’t have problems at work, and Gautam took care of my needs. To avoid suspicion, I introduced him to the owners as my brother. We continued our affair for about two months without any problems until I began to doubt my privacy again. This time Gautam had come home on a Wednesday evening. We had snacks while romancing, and at about 8pm we had gone to the bedroom. I had knelt on the bed, facing the half-open window. Gautam had positioned himself behind me. Soon, we’d got lost in a passionate moment. But suddenly, I sensed being watched and looked at the window. I saw someone or something move away quickly. I panicked and tried to get down, but Gautam held my waist tightly and ejaculated. After he finished, I asked him if he saw any movement outside the window. He said he didn’t see anything. I was sure I had seen something move, so I became cautious and made sure the window was closed every time we had sex.
Nothing unusual happened for about three weeks. Then, I had one of the scariest experiences of my life. It was a Friday evening. After returning home from school, I went through my usual routine of cooking, cleaning, and bathing. I ate dinner at half-past eight and went to bed at ten o’clock. Suddenly, some kind of liquid falling on my face jolted me awake from a deep sleep. I opened my eyes and saw a man holding his penis in his hand. I screamed and tried to sit up. He jumped on me and closed my mouth with one hand. His face was covered by a full-face balaclava, and his eyes looked angry. I resisted by hitting his head, scratching his arms, pulling his shirt and trying to push him away. He grabbed my neck and growled, “If you scream, I’ll strangle you!!”
I nodded while crying. He slowly removed his hand from my mouth, but he was still choking me with his other hand. I couldn’t breath properly. He lifted my nightie and put one hand into my undies. He grabbed my labia and squeezed, hurting me. I groaned in pain and struggled to breathe.
“Bitch! You fuck your own brother! Why can’t you let me fuck you?” he grunted out.
His voice sounded familiar. I closed my eyes and tried to remember. I felt his fingers go inside my vagina and wiggle. That’s when I remembered. I lay still and pretended like I had passed out.
“Hey bitch! Wake up!” he snarled, sounding afraid.
I didn’t respond till I felt the grip of his fingers on my neck relax. Then I opened my eyes and said, “Don’t hurt me, Aditya.”
He was quiet for a moment before he said, “I am not Aditya!”
I saw fear in his eyes and calmly said, “I won’t tell anybody. Just do what you came to do and leave.”
He looked puzzled for a moment before saying, “It’s not wrong to fuck a bitch who fucks her own brother.” His fingers twisted and turned inside my vagina, as if to punish me for having sex with Gautam.
“Gautam is not my brother. He’s my ex-boyfriend. I lied to your mother to avoid suspicion,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t get more angry.
“Lying bitch!” he growled and thrust his fingers deeper into my vagina.
“Ouch!” I gasped in pain, but I managed a slow smile to calm him down. “I like your eyes and voice,” I said, looking into his eyes and hoping he would realise that I had recognised
“Let’s see if you’ll like my dick,” he said with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
“Don’t do it, Aditya. Find a girl and get married,” I said, hoping he’ll understand.
“Shut up! I’m not Aditya!” He growled and pulled his fingers out of my vagina.
I didn’t react, fearing he might harm me. He got up from me and stood next to the bed. He removed his clothes quickly. Then he removed my undies. He spread my legs apart and lay on top of me. He rubbed his hard penis on my vulva and began kissing me, hastily. He thrust his penis into my vagina roughly and moaned, “Wow! It feels so good inside you!”
“Remove your mask and relax. I won’t tell anybody,” I said, hoping he’d trust me.
“Promise?” he asked.
“Promise,” I assured him.
He hesitated for a moment. Then he slowly removed the mask and looked at me.
“Hi Aditya!” I said and smiled.
He smiled, looking embarrassed.
I caressed his back and said, “It’s okay. Everybody makes mistakes.”
He smiled and began thrusting his penis inside my vagina. I shut my eyes, fearing what I had got myself into, but I was relieved he’d stopped choking me. As his penis repeatedly moved in-and-out of my vagina, I was overcome by pleasure. He was fast and full of energy, but he ejaculated before I could climax.
He rolled over and lay beside me, laughing. He thanked me and apologised. He said he couldn’t control himself because I looked irresistible. He called me a sex goddess and said he loved my cute face, big breasts and big bottom. He said he wants to have sex with me in various positions. I was scared hearing him talk like a sex maniac. I asked him if he had been peeping in from my bedroom window. He admitted he had been secretly admiring me and watching me have sex. I requested him to stop spying on me, and to my relief, he agreed. Before leaving, he wanted to have sex again. I let him do it fearing he might become violent again if I refused. He left at about 3am.
After he left, I lay on the bed shocked and confused by what had happened. He was only 24 years old, and I was a 27-year-old married woman. I had cooperated with him to stop him from harming me. I didn’t want to report him and put his widowed old mother and sister through a nightmare. What he had done was not acceptable, but he had his whole life ahead of him. I was confused. I didn’t know what to do. I just fell asleep.
I met Aditya again after two weeks on a Wednesday evening. I had returned home after work, taken a bath and changed my clothes. I was cooking when I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door and looked at him. He came inside, as if he didn’t have to ask me to come inside. He sat on the sofa and asked me if I had told anybody about what he had done to me. I told him I didn’t tell anybody. He smiled and told me to sit next to him. I sat next to him. He took his phone and showed me a porn video.
“Don’t show me videos like this,” I said, determined not to encourage him. “You called me a bitch and choked me. I thought you would kill me. I had sex with you because I was scared.”
“You are married and you have sex with your ex-boyfriend!” he said, staring at me.
“It’s called consensual sex. He didn’t force me to have sex. You broke into my house wearing a mask. You ejaculated on me when I was sleeping. You choked me and forced yourself on me,” I said boldly, hoping he doesn’t try to choke me again.
“I told you, sorry,” he said, giving me an angry stare.
“I forgive you. I won’t tell anybody what you did. Bye,” I said and stood up.
He stood up angrily. “Fuck you, cockteaser!” he said and walked out of the house.
I quickly closed the door and stood still for a moment with my heart pounding in my chest. He was so creepy!
After that meeting with Aditya, I began considering moving to a different house. I didn’t tell anybody what I went through with him. But while I was still in the same house, I made sure all the windows and doors were locked and bolted from inside when I was at home. My relationship with Gautam and my husband was stable. Gautam visited me once a week, and I met my husband once a month when he was free. Aditya didn’t meet me or break in.
After three months, a chain of unexpected shocking events changed my life forever. Gautam stopped visiting me. Every time I called him, I got a message that his number was not reachable. I called one of our mutual friends, and he told me Gautam had migrated to a different country with his wife. It was shocking when I realised Gautam had deceived me for the second time. I was heartbroken. I struggled alone, unable to share my pain with others.
At this time, the second shocking event happened. Aditya’s mother had a heart attack and passed away. I felt very sorry for her and her children. It just made me feel more sad.
The third shocking event nearly gave me a heart attack. One Saturday, my husband came to meet me and stayed with me one night. He left the next morning, but he forgot his phone. I secretly knew his password, so I checked his phone and found videos of him having sex with other women. I broke down and cried. But before he could return to take his phone, I copied the videos to my laptop.
After the three shocking events, my life changed forever. I applied for divorce. I stayed in the village and continued to teach in the school. I became close with Aditya and Vishali, who looked up to me for support. Vishali and I shared household responsibilities. They liked the food I cooked, so I cooked for them every day. I forgave Aditya for forcing himself on me, and he learned to respect me. But he still flirted with me, called me a sex goddess and frequently expressed his desire to have sex with me in various positions. I advised him to get a girlfriend, but he was too infatuated with me. I eventually gave up and had sex with him. Soon I found out that he had a higher libido than my ex-husband and ex-boyfriend. He showed me porn videos and wanted to do everything the actors did in the videos. I told him it was not practical for normal people but he disagreed and encouraged me to try. So I kept an open mind and we tried everything — we had sex in the shower, we had sex on the terrace, we had sex in the car, we had sex standing up, we had sex in a swimming pool, we had sex drunk and we also had sex blindfolded. He tried everything he wanted — he sucked my nipples, kissed every inch of my body, and stimulated my vagina and anus with his tongue. We also tried anal intercourse, mammary intercourse and vaginal intercourse as usual.
I thought Aditya was just using me to satisfy his sexual fantasies but he surprised me when he asked me to marry him. I agreed and we got married.
Six years after getting married for the second time, I am still happily married. I have two children and a husband who still thinks I am a sex goddess. I am very happy with my new life.