Introduction :
First of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds lengthy but Gujarati tradition names are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a high powered entrepreneurs'family line whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 class old with 5'7 height kind of taller than average American Indian char 34B boob broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to abide in shape by gyming and squating on regular groundwork, having a broad waist, thigh 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 dozen beauty salons in the body politic'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 formula masses.He is highly qualified soul wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted sensible person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution condition of any stress.This is the level of Jigisha trying to work her subscript husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in various fashion which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to result for the beauty parlor where I control the happenings rest are controlled by employ somebody as I can not be present at all of them at the same time.I had my favorite Kurti and leggings 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 usual with the tidings report sucking coagulum of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly collective kit with his jaw dropping smiling on buttock. I saw him with certain anger as to usher my dissatisfaction of him always getting belated and he as common kissed me for the apology. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the 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 join to unhesitating gossip of ladies before their same genders and I during working considering a past 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 radical of full-bodied apoiled fair sex was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filth by directly attacking the clitoris with negligible foreplay and cumming way too ahead of time ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friend added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my married man is too busy to even come place before bed fourth dimension how can i pass water love when fully drowned in sleep ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the Saame problem as you all but then i read something online and now i own my husband and shit him make love and cum in my own style by turning into a mistress from wife ''
All the ladies in the salon excluding me stare at her with full-of-the-moon incredulity and all of their gossips made me laugh inside. The quietus of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to break up 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 irritation on his face which forced me to ask Tushar about the problem. He told me about some work cargo from the fellowship and his focus about it. It was becoming a use of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to unclothe so wind his hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to full accelerator. He took his 7 column inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my chest and teat and gave several print leaving chomp before entering with all his metier it was painful but I was happy to allay his stress. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled nude before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early next morn dressed in my leggings and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay on in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my Grey kurti and puritanical leg covering I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in stress following his study. He dropped me off and left for study. I was worried about him and his lack of ascendence over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to pick me up we headed habitation. I repeated the Same from yesterday to cheer him up and it went well but I was still not satisfied.

Next good morning after reaching the salon I took some time off from study to think of a solution of his stress. This moment I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his resolution ttowards her husband. I had all the contact no. of customer, I called her and asked her to pay a sojourn. She was here in an hr and I discussed all of the necessity solutions. She recommended some sites and videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .