Introduction :
First of all let me innovate myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the gens does sounds lengthy but Gujerati tradition names are always unique in its own manner.I belong from a gamy powered entrepreneur'household whose nature has always been Superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 yr old with 5'7 height kind of taller than modal Indian women 34B bosom across-the-board 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on steady basis, having a broad shank, second joint and butt has always been one fairytale of msince high school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my home itself.I make the gallant owner of a dozen beauty salons in the state'A-one beauty parlor'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 comparing to the normal masses.He is highly qualified individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted reasonable mortal who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution status of any stress.This is the story of Jigisha trying to influence her inferior husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in assorted manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and ready to leave for the beauty shop where I control the happenings residual are controlled by employed person as I can not be present at all of them at the Saame time.I had my favorite Kurti and leg covering attire as I always loved to show up off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my hubby who was still having his tea slowly as common with the news paper sucking clots of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly embodied outfit with his jaw dropping smile on buttock. I saw him with certain anger as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting recently and he as usual kissed me for the apology. We left in a mo, he always dropped me to the beauty salon with the same affair when returning for abode by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A ravisher beauty parlour has always been a join to unhesitating chit chat of ladies before their same genders and I during working considering a past tense sentence used to see all of their goosips never considering any of the Christian Bible thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a radical of copious apoiled women was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own dirty word by directly attacking the clit with trifling foreplay and cumming way too ahead of time ''
Mrs Mehta one of her ally added `` Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too busy to even number dwelling house before bed meter how can i cook lovemaking when fully drowned in slumber ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the Saami trouble as you all but then i read something on-line and now i own my husband and make him pass water love and cum in my own way by turning into a mistress from married woman ''
All the ladies in the beauty salon excluding me gazed at her with wax disbelief and all of their chin-wag made me laugh inside. The balance 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 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 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 divest so lead his mitt to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to wide-cut gas pedal. He took his 7 in shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and pap and gave several mark leaving bites before entering with all his strength it was dreadful but I was happy to ease his stress. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled bare before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early succeeding morning dressed in my leggings and tee shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to persist in bed just to relieve himself a bit more. Dressed in my grey kurti and blue leggings I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in tension following his body of work. He dropped me off and left for work. I was worried about him and his lack of restraint over himself. The eventide was here and Tushar stopped by to pluck me up we headed dwelling. I repeated the Lapp 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 work to think of a solution of his accent. This consequence I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his solutions ttowards her husband. I had all the contact no. of customer, 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 sites and video recording to me on the cyberspace. After going all through them I was all set for a answer if necessary .