Tailor fucks my hot buxom wife
Tailor fucks my hot buxom wife Nitu got out of the car and pushed her dark sunglasses on her head into her silky dark hair, as she walked to the tailor shop. As she entered some bells on the door signaled her entry. A young man of about 25 years of age came out from an inside room and asked, “Can I help you, Ma’am?” (More Indian Sex Stories on bestofthecar.website)
He looked quite strong and muscular, with a well-proportioned body, his slightly hairy chest was partially visible through the 2 open buttons of his shirt. He was not bad looking, not at all. In fact, thought Nitu, he was good enough to flirt with if she had met him in a club. But he was not a 65 years old, long-bearded and near-sighted man which is what she was looking for.
Desi wife fucked by Tailor sex stories“Where is master ji?” She asked.
“He has gone to his village, he’ll be back next month.” The guy replied.
“Oh yes, he told me, I forgot.” She slapped her forehead in a gesture of despair.
“I am his nephew, my name is Raj. I am looking after the shop in his absence. Can I do anything for you?” For a tailor’s nephew he spoke really well and decently, Nitu thought.
Raj also, in the meantime, was checking out Nitu with frank eyes. Desi Big Boobs 2018
Nitu was the young, gorgeous wife of a middle-aged, ultra-rich businessman, who spent more days in foreign countries than in India. She was what you’d call a trophy wife. And her husband did display his sexy, hot wife in his business circles just like a trophy.
The problem was for a gorgeous babe that she was she didn’t get all the sex she wanted. Her husband when he wasn’t doing a business deal a minute was not really interested in sex. And on the rare occasions when he was in the mood for sex, he was too much of a gentleman to do any rough, hard fucking that she craved. She could count the orgasms she had in a year on her fingers. And half of them were in hot water tub.
Though not used to stepping out for sex, her sex-starvation slowly started affecting her dressing style. She had begun to dress to show off her alluring figure, and she loved it when guys so obviously drooled over her. She was worth drooling over.
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For 36, she was really fit and looked hardly 29 or 30. Her curves were all in the right places. There was not a single extra ounce of weight on her body, she took care of that with a twice-a-week gym routine. Her hair were dark and long, right now made into a stylish hairdo that kept them up, leaving her back bare as the Punjabi suit she was wearing had a pretty deep back cut.
Her color was really fair and her arms looked really nice and smooth in the deep sleeveless cut of the tight suit. Her slim, sexy figure was accentuated by the tight fit of the suit.
She was wearing a bra but it was the bare essentials type that didn’t hide her nipples so well, her dupatta, white like her suit, was completely transparent, didn’t hide her deep cleavage from the view, rather made it more interesting to look at it.
The kurti stopped after covering her thighs, and the salwar though not so tight being white, had some transparency in it. You could see her white, smooth, well-toned thighs when the loose salwar clung to her legs. Her panties, were the stylish, sexy, French cut cottons that covered the essentials and only that. The salwar ended at her ankles which were quite shapely, and then she had on, 4″ high white, clear heels, so sexy.
“….I need it next week for a wedding.” Raj stopped checking her out and looked at her face, she was telling him about a suit she wanted stitched. She had a cute face, high cheekbones, luscious lips with a hint of lipstick, and gray eyes.
“Sure, we can do it by next week. Let me take your measurements.”
“But master ji has my measurements.”
“Well, he misplaced his notebook somewhere before he left. I am having to take fresh measurements for all the clients”.
“Oh, ok.” She stepped towards the inner room where she always got measured.
She took off her dupatta and put it on a dresser along with her purse, before standing on the mat. She put her hands on her waist as Raj approached her with a tape measure. He was intensely aware of her salty-fresh perfume coming from her smooth clean-shaved armpits mixed with her body smell as he stepped really close to her and measured her arm.
He took her wrist and put her hand on his shoulder, standing an arm-length apart. Keeping one end of the tape secured at her wrist with his fingers his other hand moved slowly up her arm with the tape, his fingers brushing ever so lightly on her soft bare arm. She could feel goosebumps all over her body by the time his fingers touched her well-rounded shoulder.
She waited until he took the tape away from her arm before saying, “I want it to be a deep-sleeveless cut.” Raj nodded understandingly and proceeded with the measuring process.
Standing behind Nitu, he wrapped the cold, plastic measuring tape around her shapely neck. In the process his fingers brushed on her bare back gently, as the suit she was wearing had a deep back cut. Then he moved to the front and enlarged the circle of tape, “What kind of neck cut do you want?”
“V” She said, and she was surprised her voice wasn’t shaking. She was feeling really turned on by his close presence and the gentle touches of his hands.
He loosened the tape in an approximation of her current neckline and his her nipples felt the brush of his thumbs and fingers as he proceeded to make a detailed careful measurement. A thrill ran down her body, tingling right down to her pussy. Instinctively her legs opened wider as she felt a heat building in her pussy.
“This deep is ok?” as he held the tape between her tits, his knuckles were pressing lightly on her breasts, right in the nipular area. She felt her breathing get heavier.