I have a steady job but I also do Mumbai tours in my spare time. I love taking people around my city. I've always been very professional about it. I dress conservatively and don't take hints from male tourists. I certainly don't allow them to cross the boundaries of decency in any way.

Well, that was until yesterday. I was doing a weekend tour for an American family of four - parents, a son and daughter in their 20s. They were a lot of fun and we really connected. All of Saturday and Sunday, I showed them around some unusual places, off the beaten track. At about six pm on Sunday, we said rather fond farewells to each other outside their hotel and I was all set to go back home to where my husband was waiting for me.

Just as I was leaving, the son Ryan asked me to recommend a place he could buy some clothes for himself as his baggage had been lost by the airline and there didn't seem any hope of getting it back before he flew to his next destination. I gave him a few options but he seemed to be confused how to get there so I offered to take him to one of the shops.

When we got there, he asked if I could stay a bit longer and help him pick out some clothes. I said sure and we got together a bunch of stuff, linen trousers, shorts, tees, the works...

He tried on everything and I was designated approver so I hung around the trial room for him to show me each ensemble. It was fun and rather intimate and we sort of bonded over it. When you're discussing whether the shorts are fitting over the crotch alright or not, certain barriers break down.

We even discussed his preference of boxers over briefs because they were roomier because he was well endowed. All this was done in the friendliest, most above board manner and neither of us had any sleazy intentions.

I was very comfortable with him and as we left the store, we got into a very animated conversation. We didn't realize that we were walking quite close and bumping into each other now and then.

Walking down the crowded Colaba Causeway, where all the street shopping is, we had to stick close and press through the crowd. He put his hands on my waist while steering through the crowd. Now while this felt absolutely normal, it did make me feel a little tingly and happy. When he suggested that we stop for a drink and a bite I readily agreed. I texted my husband that I would be back late and put my cellphone on silent and tucked it away into my bag.

We got a cozy table at Cafe Mondegar and Ryan and I chatted and guzzled beer and played songs on the jukebox. We had so much in common! As the evening wore on, I slipped off my shoes and took off the long-sleeved shrug I was wearing over my tank top. I unwound the scarf that I had on around my neck too. Ryan's eyes dropped again and again to my shoulders and cleavage that were now revealed. But rather than feeling uncomfortable, I felt quite excited. He complimented me on my smooth skin which he said 'shone like a creamy coffee caramel'. The easy, friendly atmosphere was slowly getting a little loaded. He suddenly bent down and lifted up one of my feet and brought it onto the chair between his thighs. He started to massage my foot, saying this was his way of thanking me for the lovely tour I had given his family and for helping him with the shopping. I was very conscious that I had a husband waiting for me at home but the sensations his hands were creating around my toes and heel were indescribable. Here was this tall, buff, cute near stranger doing something so intimate with me in a public place. It was driving me crazy. When he put my left foot down and picked up my right one for the same treatment, the first one almost felt bereft! I was putty in his hands and he knew it. I was tempted to use my toes to knead his hardening dick through his sorts right under the table there. Instead, I ran my feet over his bare legs.

He asked me if I would come back to his room. It was a huge decision for me to make because I knew what I would do if we went there together. This would be the first time that I would be cheating in my marriage. But I didn't have to dither too long. My body said yes and I had to go along.

We got back to his hotel room and showered together. It was delicious to feel the hot water and sandalwood-scented body wash running over our skin. We couldn't keep our hands and mouths off each other. We were soon fitting into each other like perfect little pieces of jigsaw. His cock was long and thick and hard and I loved kissing the veins on it and then sucking on it thirstily like my life depended on it. He moaned and bucked and thrusted into my mouth, marveling at how deep I could take him in. Before he could cum, we rushed to the bed. With the water dripping off us, he spread my legs roughly and thrust right into me. I was more than ready for him. I clung on to his shoulders and sucked on his red nipples as he fucked me for ages. We were in absolute rhythm, each giving and taking equally and moving like one being. My orgasm went on and on and he ejaculated thrice into me, filling my pussy to the brim and more. We just couldn't let go. Through the night, we would rest a bit and then be taken over by the passion again. He especially loved me riding him. I'm quite fit so was able to move my hips around his dick very well. He loved holding and squeezing my breasts and butt while I was on top. I found myself wishing that the night would never end.

I had to go back home eventually. But Ryan and I know that whenever he comes back to Mumbai, his cock has a wet, soft and willing pussy that it can call home waiting for it.