Introduction :
First of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds lengthy but Gujerati tradition names are always singular in its own manner.I belong from a luxuriously power entrepreneur'syndicate whose nature has always been Lake Superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 year old with 5'7 height sort of taller than average Indian women 34B chest broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in conformation by gyming and squating on even ground, having a wide waistline, thighs and butt has always been one fairytale of msince high school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my family line itself.I make the proud owner of a dozen ravisher beauty shop in the state'topnotch Salons'as they call here.

I 'm happily married to Tushar 6'0,170 pounded more of an even 34 waisted. He makes a fit guy in equivalence to the normal masses.He is highly qualified single wuth visonary attributes.He is a variety hearted sensible person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution precondition of any stress.This is the chronicle of Jigisha trying to determine her inferior married man to the one that she demands by enslaving him in assorted mode which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and set up to entrust for the beauty parlor where I control the natural event eternal rest are controlled by employed individuals as I can not be present at all of them at the same time.I had my favorite Kurti and leg covering attire as I always loved to prove off my perfectly worked second joint and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news paper sucking coagulum of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly corporate outfit with his jaw dropping grinning on cheeks. I saw him with sealed anger as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as usual kissed me for the apology. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the salon with the same thing when returning for nursing home by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A beauty beauty parlour has always been a junction to unhesitating gossip of peeress before their same genders and I during working considering a retiring time used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a group of robust apoiled women was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filth by directly attacking the clit with negligible foreplay and cumming way too too soon ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friends added `` Atleast you get to savor sex my husband is too busy to even fall home plate before bed time how can i wee love when fully drowned in eternal sleep ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the same problem as you all but then i read something on-line and now i own my hubby and make him wee-wee love and cum in my own manner by turning into a mistress from wife ''
All the lady in the salon excluding me gazed at her with full skepticism and all of their rumormonger made me laugh inside. The rest of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to pick me up. I gave him a passionate kiss with a rub on his shot and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner party and we ate together. I saw a sure soreness on his brass which forced me to ask Tushar about the job. He told me about some work load from the company and his tenseness about it. It was becoming a habit of his now but I still kissed him and precede him to bed. I was yet to undress so guide his hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to good throttle. He took his 7 inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and mammilla and gave several mark leaving bites before entering with all his speciality it was painful but I was happy to relieve his stress. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early following morning dressed in my leggings and jersey for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my Second Earl Grey kurti and blue leg covering I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in stress following his work. He dropped me off and left for work. I was worried about him and his lack of restraint over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to pick me up we headed rest home. I repeated the same from yesterday to root on him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next morning after reaching the salon I took some fourth dimension off from piece of work to think of a root of his stress. This moment I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his solutions ttowards her hubby. I had all the physical contact no. of customers, I called her and asked her to pay a visit. She was here in an hour and I discussed all of the requisite result. She recommended some sites and picture to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a answer if necessary .