Hi, I am Sonal, a housewife from a good family, living in a metro city with my husband and kid from his first wife who was no more due to an accident. My life became almost routine, my husband used to travel a lot due to business, and the kid is at boarding school so most of the time I used to be alone at home. Though my marriage was two years old my husband was not interested in having children with me, I felt like he was avoiding me. I made him clear I will not discriminate and treat all kids as mine but he still does not like me, looks like he married me just for society.
Slowly I stopped the topic of pregnancy and he also forgot that he has a wife now. At age of 25, it was hard for me to stop dreaming about my child. To kill time, I started to surf online, tried few games then found few erotic materials which I found interesting than porn so loved to read those erotic materials slowly started to chat with their writers and made friends with some of them.
As days passed I came to know that most of the stories were fake and very few were real and horny and seductive. Now slowly I started to think of myself in place of the actress of the story and surprisingly I started getting high and later released my sexual tension and I used to feel good and later it became a habit for me to release myself while reading those stories again and again.
About my sex life, I was not that satisfied because of the frequent travel of my husband, and even though when he is at home he just sleeps in the bed without touching me at night. But as life goes on I have accepted that and started to live with this.
In my useless life, I have another person in my home to help me, maid Shabana, she used to come in the morning and after a few hrs she used to go home. I am very much fond of her as she was good at her work, humble and honest. She used to give me a company for shopping for groceries, clothes and almost everything and even she would give me inputs about the different and good shops. It was routine for me to ask her to give me a company for shopping which she can't deny unless there is a genius problem. So my life was going on fine until one day.
I went shopping with Shabana and purchased a few sarees. Shabana suggested that I try a new tailor to stitch blouses for sarees, a lady named Rukhsar who is very good at tailoring and I agreed with her as I didn't find anything wrong with her advice. We planned to meet her the next day as her home was far away from my home and it was already quite dark. I asked Shabana to inquire whether she will do it for me or not. Rukhsar agreed, that lady asked us to come after 2 days in the morning. Two days later we both left in the morning.
I wore a sleeveless black blouse and red saree and put on light makeup. I somehow avoided all ornaments as the area I was going to was a slum area and I didn't risk losing any jewelry. I wore just earrings that day. We almost reached her place. Then Shabana got a call that her child has a fever and she needs to go home. She showed me her exact house and left for her child. I reached her home alone.
I knocked on the door, a door opened by a big man who is almost 6 feet and looks very strong and well built, maybe around 40 and was good looking. I asked about tailoring, then he welcomed me and told me that his wife had gone out to a nearby village urgently to meet one of her ailing relatives today morning.
I cursed myself, actually her home is far away from my home so I was not interested to travel again. He asked me to talk with her first. I called her, discussed measurements and stitching patterns but was reluctant to be measured by her husband but another option means another complete day washout. So, I agreed to measurements by her husband. She talked to her husband and informed extra instructions about measurements.
He closed the main door saying he didn't want anyone seeing this, asked me to come to the tailoring room. There I was standing little excited and nervous, but strangely my mind started getting erotic thoughts which I didn't able to control it and I become sweaty but soon I made my mind was waiting for measurements, but on the contrary, he was doing timepass in the name of finding pen and diary.
He smiled and then put on a fan, asked me, 'madam you look a little worried and sweating, is there any problem?'
He came back smiling, staring at me from top to bottom, I felt shy, then he started to take measurements, the moment his hand touched my bare back I just got a little arousal and let out a soft moan, which I tried to control but he heard it.
I somehow managed to stay still but I saw him staring at my 34 size breast and the next moment before I understood his hand was around my waist. It spread the electric current through my body and I was certainly getting aroused, which was worrisome for me. He came forward and again started looking at me from top to bottom and smiled. He stopped taking measurements.
I knew he saw my reactions and heard my moans. He again touched my neck and this time I couldn't control my loud moaning. He smiled wickedly and said, 'Madam, you are very sensitive, just control yourself. If you cannot control then how can I take measurements?' At the next moment, I felt his hand against my side breast. Now he was touching me intentionally, I knew his intentions but I was loving his touch and was trying to hide my pleasure.
Later he asked me to drop my saree from my shoulder so he can take proper measurements. I was shy and hesitant, he repeated his request. I couldn't control my lust and shed my inhibitions and dropped the pallu from my shoulder.
