(Dear readers, this is my first attempt at writing erotica. So I apologize in advance if I may have rushed in uploading the story without proper proof-reading. The story is a work of fiction but is inspired by real events. I would love to hear what you guys think about it, good or bad, so that I can improve while writing in future)
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Archana is breathing hard, laying naked on her bed. She had just experienced an orgasm and her eyes are stuck to the ceiling fan. She looks to her right, her husband Mohit is snoring hard. After 25 years of marriage, sex was rare and she had lost the hope of deriving any pleasure from it long back. She pulls the bedsheet up to cover herself and goes to sleep.
This had become a routine, on those rare nights when Mohit was in the mood, she would let him climb over her, let him grunt for about a minute and then he'd go to sleep. Its not like they did not love each other, they did very much. But the sex was dull and they both knew it.
The next morning as usual, chaotic, and fast. Mohit was a government employee and Archana would not have a free moment until she had packed his lunch and waved him goodbye. The driver, Rohan, was a punctual man and had become very close to the family over time. He helped the family settle into the new city when they moved here a couple of years ago. After dropping Mohit to the office, he would often take Archana to the market for groceries or shopping. Both Archana and Mohit had become very frank with him, even inviting him with his family to dinner at their place once a month.
Archana was an attractive woman. Although she was not working out or doing yoga to maintain herself, she had a nice natural figure with curves at the right places. She was 5'6, 34c cups, and an extremely fair complexion. She was a social woman, she would attend social gatherings, ladies kitty parties, and other events with excitement. She always wanted to be the best at everything, be it dressing or decoration or any other thing.
She had loved the elite circle of women and she was still exploring the ways of how the women in these circles lived. She was born in a conservative family but she had opened her mind a lot with time. Although there were still a lot of things that she was still skeptical about. She never tried alcohol in these gatherings even though all her friends used were trying to get her to try. But sex, that was something that had pushed her imagination.
When she saw how vocal women were in these circles were about their sex lives, she was both amazed and saddened. She had been masturbating frequently and explored those dimensions of pleasure that she did not even know existed. She even began buying western clothes and lingerie. Though it was mostly for herself as it barely had any effect on her husband.
It was another trip to the market with Rohan and she had just bought a few more one-piece dresses. Rohan was feeling chatty and he asked "Madam, are these western dresses better than the ones women usually wear?"
Archana smiles, "Umm, yes you can say that, but there are lots of types, and not all of them are comfortable."
"Madam, it is my anniversary next month and I wanted to gift something to my wife, I was thinking if I should gift her this as she only has traditional clothes."
"Wow, that is so nice Rohan, she would love it."
"But I don't know anything about them, I don't know where to start."
"Oh don't worry. I can help you, Rohan."
They reached back to her place and decided that they would go to the market the next day. When Mohit was back that night, they had dinner and were in bed soon enough. She turned towards Mohit and told her about her plan the next day.
"So, what kind of clothes would you buy with Rohan," asked Mohit with a smile, his hands were on Archana's thighs.
