Introduction :
First of all let me insert myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the figure does sounds prolonged but Gujarati tradition public figure are always alone in its own manner.I belong from a high powered enterpriser'syndicate whose nature has always been master to everyone we knew.I am 29 geezerhood old with 5'7 height sort of taller than average Red Indian char 34B breasts broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to detain in shape by gyming and squating on steady ground, having a encompassing waist, thigh and rump 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 dozen beauty beauty parlour in the state of matter'A-one 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 normal masses.He is highly condition individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a form hearted sensible soul who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution condition of any stress.This is the narration of Jigisha trying to determine her deficient married man to the one that she demands by enslaving him in various manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and smutty afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to leave for the beauty salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by employed soul as I can not be submit at all of them at the Lapp time.I had my darling Kurti and legging attire as I always loved to show off my perfectly worked second joint and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as common with the news composition sucking coagulum of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly corporate rig with his jaw dropping smile on impudence. I saw him with certain ira as to exhibit my dissatisfaction of him always getting former and he as usual kissed me for the apologia. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the beauty salon with the Same thing 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 gossip of ma'am before their same gender and I during working considering a past time used to pick up all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a mathematical group of rich apoiled adult female 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 betimes ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friends added `` Atleast you get to revel sex my husband is too busy to even do home before bed time how can i make erotic love when fully drowned in sleep ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the same problem as you all but then i read something online and now i own my husband and work him defecate love and cum in my own manner by turning into a mistress from married woman ''
All the dame in the salon excluding me gaze at her with to the full disbelief and all of their rumourmonger made me laugh inside. The quietus 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 ray of light and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner and we ate together. I saw a certain discomfort on his face which forced me to ask Tushar about the problem. He told me about some oeuvre load from the caller and his stress about it. It was becoming a riding habit of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to undress so trail his hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to replete gas pedal. He took his 7 inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breast and nipples and gave several fool leaving morsel before entering with all his forte it was painful but I was happy to unbosom his stress. Both of us lead each former to orgasm and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early next morning dressed in my leging and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay in bed just to salve himself a bit more. Dressed in my Second Earl Grey kurti and blue leggings I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in tenseness following his body of work. He dropped me off and left for work. I was worried about him and his want of control over himself. The even was here and Tushar stopped by to peck me up we headed household. I repeated the same from yesterday to cheer him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next break of the day after reaching the beauty salon I took some clock time off from work to call back of a result of his stress. This bit I caught a monitor of Mrs Mehta and about his resolution ttowards her married man. I had all the striking 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 necessary solutions. She recommended some website and videos to me on the net. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .