introduction :
First of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds extended but Gujerati tradition gens are always unparalleled in its own manner.I belong from a high up power enterpriser'family whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 year old with 5'7 height kind of taller than average Indian woman 34B breasts broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on even basis, having a all-inclusive waistline, thigh and fanny has always been one fairytale of msince mellow school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my family itself.I make the majestic owner of a dozen dish salons in the state'ace 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 convention masses.He is highly qualified individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted sensible soul who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution experimental condition of any stress.This is the tale of Jigisha trying to shape her inferior husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in various style which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to leave for the beauty parlour where I control the happenings residuum are controlled by employed individuals as I can not be face at all of them at the same time.I had my favorite Kurti and leggings attire as I always loved to demonstrate off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as common with the newsworthiness report sucking clots of every mo Tories in it. After a patch he was there dressed in perfectly embodied outfit with his jaw dropping grinning on cheeks. I saw him with sealed anger as to exhibit my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as usual kissed me for the excuse. We left in a mo, he always dropped me to the Salon with the Saami thing when returning for home plate 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 gossip of ladies before their same sex and I during working considering a preceding time used to see all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a grouping of plentiful apoiled women was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own grime by directly attacking the clit with negligible foreplay and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friend added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too busy to even amount menage before bed time how can i make love when fully drowned in nap ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the Saami trouble as you all but then i read something online and now i own my husband and make him make love and cum in my own personal manner by turning into a mistress from wife ''
All the Lady in the salon excluding me stare at her with full-of-the-moon disbelief and all of their tittle-tattle made me laugh inside. The rest of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to foot 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 facial expression which forced me to ask Tushar about the job. He told me about some piece of work freight from the troupe and his stress about it. It was becoming a drug abuse of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to undress so lead his hired man to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to full throttle. He took his 7 inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and teat and gave several Gospel According to Mark leaving chomp before entering with all his posture it was awful but I was well-chosen to unbosom his emphasis. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early next morning dressed in my legging and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay on in bed just to free himself a bit more. Dressed in my Grey kurti and blue legging I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in stress following his workplace. He dropped me off and left for work. I was worried about him and his deficiency of control over himself. The eve was here and Tushar stopped by to pick me up we headed home. I repeated the like from yesterday to cheer him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next morning after reaching the salon I took some time off from employment to opine of a solution of his stress. This here and now I caught a admonisher of Mrs Mehta and about his result ttowards her husband. I had all the 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 solutions. She recommended some sites and television to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .