Jigisha is a soft hearted bossy natured lady who in order to save and improve her husband as a human being enslaves him to turn him into her desired individual, her actions later turns a bit filthy and selfish.
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 high powered entrepreneurs' family 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 women 34B breasts broad 32 waisted weighing 132 pounds.I always manage to stay in shape by gyming and squating on regular basis, having a broad waist,thighs and butt has always been one fairytale of msince high school.I have been quite a successful businesswoman inheriting the nature from my family itself.I make the proud owner of a dozen beauty salons in the state 'A-one 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 qualified individual wuth visonary attributes.He is a kind hearted sensible person who has the nature of adapting inferioritysolution condition of any stress.This is the story of Jigisha trying to shape her inferior husband 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 salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by employed individuals as I cannot be present at all of them at the same time.I had my favorite Kurti and leggings attire as I always loved to show off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my husband who was still having his tea slowly as usual with the news paper sucking clots of every minute Tories in it. After a while he was there dressed in perfectly corporate outfit with his jaw dropping smile on cheeks. I saw him with certain anger as to show my dissatisfaction of him always getting late and he as usual kissed me for the apology. We left in a minute, he always dropped me to the Salon with the same thing when returning for home by picking me from there. He kissed me passionaltlely to a good bye and left.
A beauty salon has always been a junction to unhesitating gossip of ladies before their same genders and I during working considering a past time used to hear all of their goosips never considering any of the word thrown by them though. Mrs Patel and her friends a group of rich 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 early"
Mrs Mehta one of her friends added "Atleast you get to enjoy sex my husband is too busy to even come home before bed time how can i make love 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 manner by turning into a mistress from wife"
All the ladies in the salon excluding me gazed at her with full disbelief and all of their gossips 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 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 undress so lead his hand to undress me and he did perfectly with embracing my lips to full throttle. He took his 7 inches shaft out and I blowed it nicely. Afterwards he choked on my breasts and nipples and gave several mark leaving bites before entering with all his strength it was painful but I was happy to relieve his stress. Both of us lead each other to orgasms and we cuddled naked before falling asleep.
Chapter 2
I was up early next morning dressed in my leggings and T-shirt for the jogging and gym, I asked Tushar to stay 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 stress following his work. 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 pick 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 time off from work to think of a solution of his stress. This moment I caught a reminder of Mrs Mehta and about his solutions ttowards her husband. I had all the contact no. of customers, 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 videos to me on the internet. After going all through them I was all set for a solution if necessary.