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 highschool powered entrepreneur'family whose nature has always been superscript to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 height kind of taller than middling Indian women 34B titty broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on regular cornerstone, having a broad waist, thigh and butt has always been one fairytale of msince eminent school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my family unit itself.I make the proud owner of a dozen ravisher salon 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 restricted item-by-item wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted sensible person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution stipulation of any stress.This is the story of Jigisha trying to shape her deficient husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in assorted manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and cruddy afterwards.

Chapter 1

I was all dressed and prepare to leave for the beauty parlor where I control the happening remainder are controlled by employed individual as I can not be present at all of them at the same time.I had my front-runner Kurti and leg covering attire as I always loved to usher off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news report sucking coagulum of every minute Tories in it. After a spell he was there dressed in perfectly corporate outfit with his jaw dropping smile on cheeks. I saw him with certain anger as to prove my dissatisfaction of him always getting belated and he as usual kissed me for the apology. We left in a second, he always dropped me to the beauty salon with the Same matter when returning for home by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A peach beauty parlour has always been a join to unhesitating causerie of ladies before their Lapp genders and I during working considering a past times time used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the Scripture thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her admirer a group of fat apoiled women 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 booster added `` Atleast you get to savour sex my hubby is too engaged to even come home before bed time how can i pee-pee love when fully drowned in eternal sleep ? ``
Mrs Mehra readily refused them and said `` I experienced the same problem as you all but then i read something on-line and now i own my husband and make him make erotic love and cum in my own manner by turning into a mistress from married woman ''
All the Lady in the beauty salon excluding me stare at her with replete incredulity and all of their rumormonger 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 buss with a rub on his jibe 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 trouble. He told me about some employment load from the fellowship and his tension about it. It was becoming a habit of his now but I still kissed him and lead him to bed. I was yet to undress so lead his hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my rim to good throttle. He took his 7 inches shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my titty and nipples and gave several mark leaving sting before entering with all his forte it was painful but I was happy to palliate his accent. Both of us lead each former to sexual climax and we cuddled defenseless before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up early side by side morning dressed in my leggings and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay in bed just to palliate himself a bit more. Dressed in my grayness kurti and dispirited legging I was all set for the salon, Tushar was still in stress following his employment. He dropped me off and left for workplace. I was worried about him and his want of control over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to peck me up we headed home. I repeated the same 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 clip off from work to think of a result of his tension. This moment I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his answer ttowards her husband. I had all the contact lens 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 requisite solutions. She recommended some sites and videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solvent if requirement .