My wife & tailor

My wife & tailor




I am Kishor . I completed Engineering degree course at the age of 21 and after five years of Job in a well reputed industrial organization I got married at the age of 26 with a sweet , attractive Ashu of 22 years of age. She was fair and of good health. She was not fat but healthy and having good amount of flesh at right places. She was 5”; 5”; tall and weighing about 55 kgs. I was 5’9”; and weighing 72 kgs . I was very pleased and excited to see lovely nude figure of my wife . Her boobs were nicely shaped, round and of milky colour. I saw her bra size and it was 34 “ on our Suhag Raat. She was first woman in my life . Though I fondled many girls and women during my college days and there after but I did not see any nude woman before. She cooperated fully and we both had a very satisfying fuck on first night. I had normal size cock of 6”; but I found it difficult to penetrate it in her virgin cunt. I enjoyed seeing pain on her face and in her eyes. I was happy to see blood stain on bed sheet. And finally when her pain subsided we both enjoyed fucking. Since it was our first fuck we consented and I ejaculated in her cunt. Whatever may be the reason she did not get pregnant. We did not sleep. We kept talking and fondled each other. Just before dawn we fucked again and this time she enjoyed like a wild cat. She moaned, shrilled and talked filthy. I enjoyed her each and every world ….aahhhh….raja…..jum kad chodo…..majaa…. aa raha.. hai… ahhh…choot…ko phaad daalo….ahhh….mujhe ..chodte raho…..randi…bana do….aahh….bahut mazaa hai.. lund.. mey….aahhh …maaro …..jor…jor…se….maaro………haraami….maar daal mujhe…. Matherchod….chod mujhey…jaise tu apni maa ko chodta.. hai…. Harami …. Itna achha se chodna…. Kaha se sikha ….. teri… maa ne hi sikhaya hoga …. Saali haraamzaadi.. kutia… mere gharwaale ka lund khaati hai… ”; .
After second round of fucking she kissed me like a fanatic. After fucking I reminded her about filthy words she said about me & my mother. But she simply said that she does not remember a word. I was very satisfied to have a virgin and sexy girl as my wife.

Eight month passed and it came diwali time. Last eight months we both had good fun both on & off the bed. And to my good luck she slimmed down and looked more sexy and attractive. But due to regular fucking her hips & boobs both became larger and she started wearing bra of 36 “ size. I suggested her many time but she refused to wear panty under saree . Only during travel she used to wear panty under Punjabi dress. As time passed her dress preferences changed and she started wearing more of other dresses than saree. Mine favorite was ‘ghaghra & choli’ and she really used to look very sexy in that ‘ghaghra & choli’ Since it was ‘choli’ she was not wearing bra and down as usual she enjoyed remaining without panty. No problem to me. I was able to fondle her cunt without any hindrance.
We were staying in big Industrial township about 60 km away main town. At least once a month we were visiting town market for special marketing and to watch new release movie.

It was such one Sunday. We visited town, did some marketing for diwali. We purchased dresses for our self and to my surprises she insisted to buy ‘denim’ for trouser. She said that she want to try’ jeans’. I advised her to buy readymade jeans but she insisted that she wants it to get stitched. I told her that no tailor would stitch any clothes now as all are very pressurized for diwali work. Diwali was on next Saturday. Like a adamant child, she insisted to get ‘jeans’ stitched and that also she wanted to wear jeans on diwali with other new dresses. We purchased ‘denim’ also. There after we had good dinner and watched a late night movie. While returning back home in our car , she suddenly asked me to stop car at a corner. Our township was still about 35 km away. I looked around. Place was sleepy. It was a small market area. Almost all shops were closed.

Aashu took her clothes and got down. I followed her. I looked in my watch, it was 12.30 of night. I was asking her to stop but she entered into a shop having shutter half closed. We bend and entered. It was a tailoring shop. Inside one man with lots of grey hair was seated and stitching. He was alone. He looked at us and said,

“ dukan bund ho gaya hai…diwali ke baad aayeeyega (shop is closed., now come after diwali) .”; He wanted to say that he has lot of work and can not entertain us before diwali.

The man was in late 40’s , of thin structure but wide shoulders and muscular arms. He was wearing a white pajama and white vest over it. Aashu took support of a cutting table. I told her to come out of shop and go home.

“master, I know you are busy but I just want you to stitch a ‘jeans’ and top for me. You can do it.”; Aashu told him.

Tailor again looked at us and said that see the hip of clothes , we are working day and night to complete our commitments….He said that he is sorry, he can not take our clothes and even if takes it would be stitched only after diwali vacation.

“master, I have come to you with a great hope. I don’t know any tailor. Please help me , I want to wear ‘jeans’ for first time on diwali day. You can help me…please…”; Aashu pleaded.

I was getting angry on her insistence. I have purchased other clothes for her to wear on diwali.

Tailor looked at Aashu from top to bottom and said, “ma’m , aalog bhee khub hai… jeans ka naap dene ke liye saree pahan kar aayee hai…saree ke upad se trouser ka naap kasise lunga….”; He suggested, aap jaao baad mey salwar ya dusra trouser pahan kad aana”;. He waived his hands towards us and again got busy in his work. I told Aashu to come out but she has something else in mind..

“ Arey Maaster, iss mey kya hai… loo mai saree utad deti hun.”; Before I could say any thing , she pulled saree off her body. I looked at her. She wore her favorite pink petticoat and black blouse. Petticoat was tied at least 3”; below naval point . He belly was flat and she had no flabbiness. I was shocked for what she did. She was looking very sexy and I wondered what tailor would think about us . He may think that she is a prostitute.

“abb to naap (measurement ) le lo”;. She said.

Tailor glanced at me and then stared at her . A 23 yr young lady was standing opposite him in a compromising dress. Her swollen breasts were trying to come out of blouse. I could see bulge of breast oozing out from top of the blouse.

Tailor looked at her for a minute and said

“ aap jaao, kal pajama pahan kar aana … petticoat ke upad se bhee trousers ke liye sahi maap (measurement) nahi le paaungaa.”; He again got busy in his work .

Then what Aashu did , none of we two male expected. While looking at tailor she untied petticoat and petticoat fell on ground. She stepped out of petticoat. She did not look at me.

She looked at tailor and said , “ ab to koi problem nahi hai… ab naap le lo..”;

She was standing only in blouse in front of tailor. She was standing straight with two feet 12”; away from each other. She had not shaven since last week so there were small brown hairs covering her tiny cunt. Though I enjoyed that beautiful body for last eight months I never felt so much excited to see her nude in presence of other man. I got full erection and wanted to fuck her then & there. But before I could do any thing tailor got up .He took a note book and measuring tape and came near to my wife. Like a professional he took measurement of her legs, hips, and even he took measurement by keeping tape over her cunt and taking it along slit to her hip joints. I saw, he did not caressed thighs nor he caressed cunt. After taking measurement for jeans he stood up and moved to his seat.

“mujhe ek ‘top’ bhee silwana hai…”; Aashu said.

Tailor turned back to her and enquired what type of top she wants. Aashu told him to stitch a ‘top’ which will suit her best. He took out a book from the drawer and for few minutes Aashu and tailor discussed about design and finally they agreed for one. She was nude standing beside him . Her thighs was at few inches distance from him . Tailor stood just opposite to her and began unbuttoning blouse.

“ petticoat our saree ke bina blouse achha nahi lagta hai.”; . Tailor pulled blouse off her body.