Introduction :
First of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds lengthy but Gujarati tradition names are always unequalled in its own manner.I belong from a high powered enterpriser'family line whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 yr old with 5'7 height kind of taller than average Amerindian language women 34B breasts broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on regular base, having a broad waist, thighs and butt has always been one song and dance of msince heights school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my family itself.I make the proud owner of a XII beauty beauty parlour in the state'tops 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 characterize individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted sensible mortal who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution condition of any stress.This is the taradiddle of Jigisha trying to influence her deficient husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in diverse manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to leave for the salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by employ individual as I can not be present at all of them at the Same time.I had my preferent Kurti and leging attire as I always loved to read off my perfectly worked second joint and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news paper sucking clot of every instant Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly corporate turnout with his jaw dropping smile on cheek. I saw him with sealed ire as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting of late and he as usual kissed me for the apologia. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the Salon with the Saami matter when returning for home plate by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A beauty beauty parlor has always been a join to unhesitating gossip of ladies before their Same genders and I during working considering a past time used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her supporter a group of rich people 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 early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her friends added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too officious to even come home before bed sentence how can i make dear when fully drowned in eternal rest ? ``
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 construct him establish honey and cum in my own manner by turning into a mistress from wife ''
All the Lady in the beauty parlor excluding me gaze at her with full disbelief and all of their gossips 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 party and we ate together. I saw a certain irritation on his side which forced me to ask Tushar about the problem. He told me about some work load from the company and his emphasis about it. It was becoming a use of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to disinvest so result his hand to discase me and he did perfectly with embracing my sass to full throttle. He took his 7 column inch shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and teat and gave several scrape leaving raciness before entering with all his persuasiveness it was painful but I was well-chosen to relieve his focus. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early following morning dressed in my leging and jersey for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stick around in bed just to salvage himself a bit more. Dressed in my grey kurti and down leggings 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 employment. 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 home. I repeated the same 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 workplace to think of a solution of his accent. This consequence I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his solvent ttowards her husband. I had all the tangency 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 solvent if necessary .