Introduction :
First of all let me introduce myself, I am Jigisha oh yeah the name does sounds lengthy but Gujarati tradition names are always alone in its own manner.I belong from a high powered entrepreneur'family unit whose nature has always been superior to everyone we knew.I am 29 years old with 5'7 height kind of taller than average Indian womanhood 34B breasts broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in figure by gyming and squating on regular basis, having a broad waist, thigh and butt has always been one fairytale of msince mellow school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my family itself.I make the proud owner of a dozen beaut beauty shop in the nation'first-rate 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 dispose individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted reasonable person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution condition of any stress.This is the storey of Jigisha trying to shape her subscript married man to the one that she demands by enslaving him in various 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 parlor where I control the happenings rest are controlled by utilize individuals as I can not be present at all of them at the same time.I had my front-runner Kurti and legging attire as I always loved to point off my perfectly worked thigh and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the newsworthiness newspaper publisher sucking clot of every minute Tories in it. After a spell he was there dressed in perfectly corporate outfit with his jaw dropping smiling on cheeks. I saw him with certain wrath as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting tardily and he as usual kissed me for the apologia. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the salon with the Saami thing when returning for home base by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.

A beauty salon has always been a joint to unhesitating gossip of ladies before their same gender and I during working considering a past metre used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the Word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her champion a group of ample apoiled adult female was there talking their sex lives.
Mrs Patel started `` He is always considering his own filth by directly attacking the clitoris with trifling stimulation and cumming way too early ''
Mrs Mehta one of her ally added `` Atleast you get to savour sex my married man is too interfering to even come home before bed time how can i make beloved when fully drowned in sleep ? ``
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 make him make love and cum in my own mode by turning into a fancy woman from wife ''
All the ladies in the beauty shop excluding me stare at her with full incredulity and all of their gossips made me laugh inside. The ease of the day went well and finally my prince arrived to pluck me up. I gave him a passionate kiss with a rub on his rotating shaft and we headed back home.
I made both of us dinner and we ate together. I saw a sealed discomfort on his face which forced me to ask Tushar about the trouble. He told me about some work load from the company and his tension about it. It was becoming a riding habit of his now but I still kissed him and run him to bed. I was yet to undress so lead his hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to to the full throttle. He took his 7 inches shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my chest and nipples and gave several stigma leaving bites before entering with all his strength it was painful but I was happy to unbosom his stress. Both of us lead each former to orgasms and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.

Chapter 2

I was up other succeeding morning dressed in my leg covering and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to delay in bed just to excuse himself a bit more. Dressed in my grayness kurti and blueish leg covering I was all set for the beauty parlour, Tushar was still in stress following his workplace. He dropped me off and left for work. I was worried about him and his lack of control over himself. The evening was here and Tushar stopped by to blame me up we headed rest home. I repeated the Saame from yesterday to inspire 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 stress. This here and now I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his result ttowards her husband. I had all the contact no. of client, I called her and asked her to pay a sojourn. She was here in an time of day and I discussed all of the necessity resolution. She recommended some web site and videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary .