intro :
first-class honours degree of all let me precede myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds lengthy but Gujarati tradition name calling are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a high powered entrepreneur'family whose nature has always been ranking to everyone we knew.I am 29 days old with 5'7 height kind of taller than average Red Indian women 34B breasts broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on steady base, having a extensive waist, second joint and butt has always been one fairy story of msince high school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my family itself.I make the proud owner of a 12 beauty salons in the nation'A-one beauty parlour'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 single wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted sensible soul who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution term of any stress.This is the chronicle of Jigisha trying to work her inferior married man to the one that she demands by enslaving him in various style which turns out to be a bit selfish and smutty afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and fix to leave for the salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by employed person as I can not be present at all of them at the same time.I had my dearie Kurti and leggings attire as I always loved to show off my perfectly worked thigh and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as common with the news report sucking clots of every minute Tories in it. After a patch he was there dressed in perfectly incorporated outfit with his jaw dropping smile on nerve. I saw him with sealed ira as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting former and he as usual kissed me for the apology. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the beauty shop with the like affair when returning for plate by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a well bye and left.

A mantrap beauty salon has always been a articulation to unhesitating gossip of ladies before their Saame genders and I during working considering a yesteryear time used to get word all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a group of racy apoiled cleaning woman was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filth by directly attacking the clit with negligible stimulation and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her supporter added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my hubby is too busy to even amount home before bed time how can i make dearest when fully drowned in rest ? ``
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 hubby and constitute him make erotic love and cum in my own manner by turning into a fancy woman from wife ''
All the ladies in the salon excluding me gazed at her with full phase of the moon disbelief and all of their rumormonger made me laugh inside. The rest of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to clean me up. I gave him a passionate kiss with a rub on his ray and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner and we ate together. I saw a certain discomfort on his grimace which forced me to ask Tushar about the problem. He told me about some work load from the company and his stress about it. It was becoming a habit of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to unclothe so lead his manus to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my brim 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 various Saint Mark leaving chomp before entering with all his strength it was painful but I was happy to relieve his stress. Both of us lead each former to orgasms and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up too soon next forenoon dressed in my leggings and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay in bed just to salvage himself a bit more. Dressed in my gray kurti and Amytal legging I was all set for the beauty shop, Tushar was still in stress following his piece of work. He dropped me off and left for piece of work. I was worried about him and his lack of dominance over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to nibble me up we headed home. I repeated the like from yesterday to exhort him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next morning time after reaching the beauty shop I took some time off from work to think of a solution of his tenseness. This present moment I caught a monitor of Mrs Mehta and about his answer ttowards her married man. I had all the touch no. of customers, I called her and asked her to pay a sojourn. She was here in an hour and I discussed all of the essential solution. She recommended some situation and videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .