Kashmiri Dress And A Tailor
cheating wife

I want to tell the readers about my short but sweet episode which happened last week. I am Preity 32 years, married for last 7 years with no kids. I am fair complexioned and has very good figure, good health. For my readers to imagine me you can say I almost resemble the earlier film actress Ayesha Takia. My figure was an envy of all even in college days. With 36 D size bust I was a center of attraction wherever I went. In contrary my husband is very skinny, tall and bit darker in complexion. He wears specs and has little bit of protruding teeth. Overall we were not at all a proper match. Even on bed he has issue of premature ejaculation added to his very tiny penis. Many times he used to come in my hand and then sleep. Thus masturbation was only my resort to find some satisfaction. Often my husband had to go abroad on project as he worked in an IT industry. Last month he went to Zurich on deputation for two months. A Kashmiri street seller used to come to our society to sell dress materials. One afternoon he had brought very good collection and as many my neighbors purchased I also bought a black dress which had good embroidery works all over. I thought of stitching the dress soon and I knew a ladies tailor near the vegetable market. His name was Baburam. Some time back I had stitched curtain at his shop and I had his phone number. I called his number and he answered. I asked him to come over to our house and collect the dress material. He agreed but did not tell the time when he would come. After lunch the next day I wanted to sleep for some time. I was wearing a saree and sleeveless blouse that day. As usual my hands were busy with pleasuring myself. So naturally I had removed bra and my panties. Within minutes I had good orgasm and at the same time the door bell rang. Hurriedly I wore blouse and came to the hall to open the door. To my surprise Baburam was there. I wanted to continue with my pleasuring for some more time but he had disturbed me by coming without even informing me. I was bit annoyed but asked him to come in. He was looking at me strangely and I realized that my hair was undone and few hooks of my blouse were not fixed in hurry. I put the pallu on and asked him to come to the bedroom to take measurement. Our drawing room windows were open glass type and were directly opposite to the adjacent flat. So I asked him to come to the bed room. He came and was looking at the bed when I realized that the sheets were also disturbed due to my activity. I gave him the dress material and asked him to stitch a perfect fitting dress. I had to drop my pallu for him to take measurement. He took measurements of shoulder, sleeves waist and the bust line. Even then the top two hooks were still open and good amount of the top of my breasts were exposed. As he was taking measurement I was developing goose bumps and was getting some how excited with his touch. No he had to take measure of salwar. I slightly lifted my saree so that he could measure the ankle. He noted down the length from waist to the foot. Then he told that he needs two more measurements, that of inner length from toe to the center of thighs and also the measurement of thighs at the junction of thighs. I don’t know how I did it, but without a word I placed my fight foot on the cot and lifted the saree so that he can take measurement. I had forgotten that I was not wearing panties. He smiled but noted the measurements. Then only I realized my situation. But it was too late to hide. His hand was moving slowly on my thigh as he was noting the reading on the tape. I had closed my eyes one due to shyness and secondly I was feeling that I was floating. Probably he saw my condition. Now his forefinger just touched between my thighs. I didn’t know what to do. Should I push him away? But the feeling was so good that I automatically widened my legs. Babu had slowly started rubbing the center. I kept quiet allowing him with further access. I lifted my right thigh and his finger easily entered me completely. I was mesmerized as he was kindling the spot cleverly and I got my second orgasm. I had lost control on my feet and fell on the cot. As he tried to withdraw his hand I held on to it pushing further in. My action was enough for him to conquer me. I was feeling giddy. By the time I realized what was happening with me, we were already knotted. I was completely nude and so was Babu. He was deep inside me and I had wrapped my thighs around him. The sensations were too good and heavenly. His big tool was pulsating within me sending vibrations through my vaginal walls. Did I want to push him and get away? Yes my one mind told me so, but my body was against it. I wrapped my hands also around pulling him for a long kiss. Holding his head I guided him on to my boobs urging him to suck them. He obliged while continuing his finger ministrations deep in me. I was now a puppet in his hand. I was melting each second. I could feel streak of wetness flowing down my thighs on to the sheets as we were highly lubricated. Except for my heaving and moaning the afternoon was silent. I don’t know how long it continued but I had countless orgasms before he finally climaxed fully in me. The ejaculations came in spasms filling me completely with very hot and thick love juice. Babu lay on me for a long time without detaching. When the coupling was finally detached, I could see good load of his cream pie flowing out and falling on the bed sheet. I was exhausted and could not even get up. I pulled Babu to my side and we lay hugging each other. Our thighs were intertwined and arms locked. His hairy chest was rubbing my big breasts and our lips were enjoined. I opened my mouth inviting him for a deep and wet kiss. As the tempo was building up I pulled his head between my breasts and urged him to suck me. He needed no more invitation and obliged by sucking my nipples one after other till they were swollen. Lifting his leg a bit I held his penis with my left hand and was surprised that he was ready once again with big hardness. I was delighted. Sitting on the bed I saw his huge penis for the first time. Yes huge was a small word to describe the size. I was wondering how come this monster was so much deep inside me, even me not being aware of his entry. As my hand stroked the beautiful tool and the much bigger testicles Babu drew me to him. I went on him keeping my legs on his either sides. As my vaginal was full of his secreted semen it was very easy to take him in. I lowered fully on to his erection and pressed my breast on his chest. The union was so deep and close that his testicles were touching my thighs! Automatically I was now humping in him like a Kangaroo first slowly and gradually increasing the speed. On each stroke my breast was pressing on his chest. All along his hand was stroking my back and bums. Realizing the moment of climax we changed the position. Babu came on me and within seconds was pumping fiercely in and out. I was almost shouting with excitement and wanted him to continue forever. But the climax was reached after about ten or twelve minutes and he exploded extremely hot semen in me. I could again feel the boiling fluid filling me to the brim. Even after ejaculation was over Babu could not detach. We were again knotted. I am again and again using the word knotted as it took lot of time and effort to decouple. From then on we have started meeting on alternate afternoons. Now I look forward to my husband’s long tours. I am sure that soon I will be a proud mother.