Introduction :
First of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds lengthy but Gujarati custom names are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a high powered entrepreneurs'phratry whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 age old with 5'7 altitude kind of taller than average out Amerindian language fair sex 34B breasts unspecific 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on steady groundwork, having a broad shank, thighs and butt has always been one fairytale of msince senior high school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my family itself.I make the majestic owner of a XII beauty beauty salon in the United States Department of 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 comparison to the rule masses.He is highly dependant individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a variety hearted reasonable person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution term of any stress.This is the story of Jigisha trying to forge her inferior husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in respective manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and smutty afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to leave for the salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by utilize 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 show up off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the newsworthiness paper sucking coagulum of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly corporal outfit with his jaw dropping smile on cheeks. I saw him with certain wrath as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as common kissed me for the apology. We left in a mo, he always dropped me to the Salon with the same matter when returning for home by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A beauty salon has always been a junction to unhesitating chin-wagging of ladies before their same sexuality and I during working considering a yesteryear fourth dimension 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 rich apoiled fair sex was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own soil by directly attacking the clit with trifling foreplay and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her booster added `` Atleast you get to relish sex my husband is too fussy to even come domicile before bed time how can i make dear when fully drowned in nap ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the Lapplander problem as you all but then i read something online and now i own my husband and make him make erotic love and cum in my own manner by turning into a mistress from wife ''
All the ladies in the beauty parlor excluding me stare at her with replete disbelief and all of their tittle-tattle 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 shaft and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner and we ate together. I saw a certain discomfort on his fount which forced me to ask Tushar about the problem. He told me about some work load from the ship's company and his accent about it. It was becoming a riding habit of his now but I still kissed him and contribute him to bed. I was yet to unclothe so lead his hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my sassing to full throttle. He took his 7 inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my titty and nipples and gave several mark leaving bites before entering with all his metier it was painful but I was happy to relieve his emphasis. Both of us lead each other to climax and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early succeeding morning dressed in my leg covering and T-shirt 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 Amytal leggings I was all set for the beauty salon, Tushar was still in stress following his work. He dropped me off and left for oeuvre. I was worried about him and his lack of control over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to pick me up we headed family. I repeated the Lapp from yesterday to chirk up him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next morning after reaching the salon I took some time off from piece of work to think of a resolution of his stress. This here and now I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his solutions ttowards her married man. I had all the contact no. of customers, I called her and asked her to pay a visit. She was here in an minute and I discussed all of the requisite solutions. She recommended some land site and videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a answer if necessary .