I am a 34-year-old married woman who spends most of her time lounging around the house while my hotshot IT husband works a 9-5 job to put food on the table. When I got married a few years ago, it was only because he’d proposed to me at work. I had joined the organisation about a year before he proposed. He had caught my eye since he was one of the most good looking men I had ever come across in life. And I guess, I had caught his eye since I was in the habit of wearing short, tight western dresses that accentuated my nearly hourglass figure. I was and am still proud of my 34D tits, my narrow 26″ waist and my bountiful 36″ ass.
On the day that he had proposed to me, I had let him kiss my pussy. Before that I had only allowed him to touch and nothing else. There had been no intercourse with him. That wasn’t to say that I hadn’t had my share of sex before that. I had been with many men and knew a thing or two about how to make it worth a man’s time.
We got married and I quit from my job to become a full-time housewife. Quite boring actually. The only excitement was when he’d spring surprises on me and would take me out for dinner or surprise vacations and the sex. The sex with him was amazing. But over time, I had become despondent since I wanted some more excitement. So, I started looking for interesting ways to spice up our sex life. From seductive perfumes to dresses to sexy lingerie that one can buy in the store, I tried it all. They would succeed for some time but then it would again become a little routine.
So, there I was in that situation sitting at home on a beautiful rainy Tuesday afternoon, when he called me.
“Listen, I am inviting one of my clients home on Saturday evening for dinner. I hope you don’t have any plans.”
“No, I don’t,” I said, my mind already racing ahead to Saturday as to what I had in the wardrobe to wear.
“Great, I’ll see you at home soon.”
“Listen, what do you want me to wear? Let me know. I might need to go buy something.”
“Let’s say traditional, but teasing traditional. Surprise me also.”
Now, traditional but teasing? What was I supposed to wear? As I thought about it, an idea began forming in my mind and by the time my husband, Ajay, returned, I had it all planned.
The next morning after Ajay left, I called up our electrician. He was a young chap and usually did most of our electrical work. I had called him that Wednesday for a very peculiar task which I explained to him thus:
“I want you to make me a pair of battery-run LED panties. The panties will look something like this (I said this while showing him one of my skimpiest thongs). The battery you can store inside this hollow buttplug. It has to fit my size. Since the thong has an elastic in it and the LED lights won’t. I want you to measure me and make it and bring it to me by evening so that if there are any changes to be done, they can be done tomorrow.”
I stood up and pulled down my skirt so that he could measure me. This wasn’t the first time that a man other than my husband had seen me naked. But it was definitely the first time that a man other than my husband was seeing me naked after my marriage. But I had to do it to make my plan a success.
At first he just sat there open mouthed gawking at my bare ass since I wasn’t wearing panties, I had never worn panties at home except when I had my chums.
Knocking him on the head, I brought him to reality and told him to pull out his measuring tape and measure.
“I need you to wear that thong and show me how it fits so that I can take the measurements accordingly,” he said.
Picking up the thong, i wore it and stood in front of him. The straps of the thong panties sat high on my pelvic bones while the front triangle that covered my pussy lips started barely an inch above my clit and extended just till my asshole from where it was a narrow strip of cloth that ran up to the waistband.
“You want it to fit exactly like this?”
“Yes, except this triangle. This will be just two LED light strips running on both sides of my pussy.”
“How will it stay in place? Everytime you move, it’ll move. The elastic stays in place because it’s cloth. The LEDs will be plastic based.”
“I’ll think of a solution. Now, can you make something like what I want?”
“This will be a first time, but let me try,” he said as he pulled out his measuring tape and began measuring and drawing in his pocket diary.
At one point, he wanted me to bend over so that he could measure the crutch from my pussy to the top of the waist band behind me. As I did so, I felt his hand rub against my pussy lips. From between my legs, I could see he had a hard on in his pants.
I think he wasn’t satisfied with the measurement or maybe wanted a better view and asked me to lie down on my side and raise my leg high up in the air. I did that and now I was sure he had a raging hard on in his pants.
I smiled. I knew what I had to do.
Once he was finished measuring, I took off my thong and asked him how much he would Escort charge for the work.
“Aap dekh lena, madam. (you decide, madam)” he said.
I took one step close to him and reached out for his groin and felt a solid mass of flesh there.
“Tumhara lund khada hai? (Are you hard?)”
“Ji.. ji madam (ye… yes madam)”
“Nikalo isko (take it out)”
When he hesitated, I started opening his pants and reached into his underwear and pulled out his hard dick. Pushing his pants down, I hefted his balls. They were heavy. His dick was nearly as big as my husband’s.
Getting down on my knees in front of him, I stroked his dick a few times before I took his balls in my mouth and began sucking on them. A minute later, I shifted my attention to his penis and began sucking on that. By now, he’d put his hands on my head and was almost guiding my mouth over his dick. As I began slobbering on it and taking it in almost to the hilt, he began fucking my mouth with his dick. I held on to his waist as he face fucked me and a minute later came inside my mouth. I swallowed all his cum and when he was done and had begun softening, I got up and smiled at him.
“Bring me the panties by evening,” I told him.
“yes, madam,” he said, pulling up his underwear and trousers and literally running out the door.
Once he was gone, I put on my skirt and stepped out of the house to go shopping.
I bought myself a sheer pale white sari with Indian motifs on it. I also bought a pair of high heels to wear with the sari. The heels were basically a sole and a stiletto with a transparent strap on top that allowed my feet to show through.
I made a mental note to get myself a mani-pedi done on Saturday morning.
Back home, I called up my tailor. Ameer had been my tailor for the last decade.
When he arrived, I pulled out the saree and showed it to him.
“What do you want me to do with this?”
“I want you to shorten it. Shorten it just about enough for it to wrap around my waist once and then form a pallu that ends at my cleavage.”
“I don’t understand. Wrap it and show me.”
I smiled. I knew the bastard liked to see me naked, but again, he’d seen me naked many times. So, I stood up and stripping naked, I tied the sari around my waist once and then brought the pallu up to my tits and showed him.
As I stood there holding the rest of the sari loose, he brought out his scissors and cut the sari up there only. leaving a margin of about six inches from my hand.
“I’ll stitch it up at the end and also provide you with a thin waist band made from the remaining sari cloth. What else do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fashion me a blouse that shows my breasts fully, except my nipples, let my areolae show, just cover the nipples. At the back, it has to be tied with a butterfly bow so that one tug at a string can open it. The pallu will fit inside or on the blouse.”
“How wide do you want it?”
“I don’t know. Maybe three inches?”
“Won’t that be too wide? Let me see what I can do. I’ll bring it around tomorrow evening. Are you planning to wear anything under it?”
“Yes, I am. You’ll see it tomorrow when you come. It’ll be ready by tonight.”
Grinning, he stood up and walked around me taking in the sight of my body all over.
“Bend over and spread your ass.”
This was something which he always made me do and I knew what he was going to do next.
As I bent over and spread my ass, I felt his hands on my hips and then felt something wet drop in my ass crack. He’d spit just above my asshole and next, he inserted one finger in my ass and pumped it a couple of times.
“You should let me do you at least once,” he said.
“I’ll tell you what. If you manage to make what I want, I’ll let you fuck me for an entire day next week.”
“Do you promise?”
“Yes, I’ll even wear the sari and blouse that you will make for you. Or anything that you want me to wear.”
“I’ll be back tomorrow with the sari and the blouse.”
As soon as he left, I wore my dress and waited for the electrician to come.
He arrived around 4 and gave me what I had asked for. Pulling down my skirt, I slobbered the buttplug with some spit, and then laced my legs through the LED panties that he’d made. Reaching behind me, I inserted the buttplug in my ass.
The electrician, Raju, sat there staring at what I was doing. Once the buttplug was in, I stood up and fixed the LED panties in place.
Turning around, I told Raju to turn it on. Gingerly, trying now to touch my ass, he flicked the switch that turned on the LED lights.
Giving him my cellphone, I asked him to take some photos of me wearing the panties. I wanted to see how my butt looked in them.
I got him to take photos of me standing, squatting, on all fours, lying down on my back with my legs spread and the LED lights lit up on both sides of my pussy lips.
I quite liked how my ass and pussy looked with the LED lights on.
“Now, switch it off and pull Escort Bayan out the buttplug,” I told Raju getting down on all fours in front of him.
Raju was very gentle while trying to take it out so as not to loosen or damage the connections.
Once It was out, still on all fours, I looked at him and asked him what he wanted as payment.
“You’ve already given me the payment, madam.”
“Sigh, next week, I’ll call you to pay you. Come then. And if you can think of any other ideas like this, make and bring those along. Now, would you like to finger my asshole?”
“Sure, madam, if you don’t mind.”
I reached behind me and spread my asscheeks and told him to have a go at it.
As he inserted first one finger and then another, I looked at him over my shoulder and said, “agle hafte tumhari ungliyon ki jagah tumhara lund jayega meri gaand mein (next week, instead of your fingers your dick will enter my asshole)”.
He stroked a few more times and then pulled his fingers out.
I stood up and still naked, walked him to the door.
Closing the door, I decided to have some fun and pulled out one of my biggest buttplugs and after applying some lubricant to it, I inserted it in my asshole, Next, I spread my legs and used my vibrator on my clit to bring myself to an orgasm.
Having made myself cum, I decided to clean up a little and organise a little surprise for my husband. Unknown to him, I had got a friend of mine to bring me some tailplugs from the US. They had come a week or so ago and I had not yet got a chance to try them on, especially for my husband.
I took a quick bath and then pulled out the tail plug with the longest tail – it was about 4 feet long – and gingerly inserted that in my asshole. I quite liked the feel of the tail tickling my ass cheeks and made a mental note to wear it as much as possible. As I stood there naked in front of the full-length mirror, I decided to go all slutty that night. So, I found my smallest nipple pasties and stuck them on and opted not to wear a bra or anything on top. Around my waist, I wrapped the tail. It was long enough for me to wrap it around my waist a couple of times.
I applied some make up and then took it a few steps further and made my face look slutty. I even applied some rouge and all to my tits and belly and ass cheeks, making me look like a cheap slut. On my feet, I wore my tallest stilettos and looked myself up and down in the mirror. I was looking like an absolute, third rate 50-rupee slut.
Around 6pm, when my husband arrived, I opened the door for him like that. He took one look at me and his jaw dropped to his ground. I laughed at his reaction.
“What are you supposed to be?”
“A cheap slut. And if you pay me well enough, I’ll show you some exciting sights and make your time worthwhile.”
“Pay you? How much?”
“What’s the smallest currency note that you have in your wallet?”
“A 10-rupee note, I think,” he said as he fumbled for his wallet and pulled it out. He rummaged through it and found the note and showed it to me.
“That should do,” I said as I turned around and bent over in front of him.
“Roll up that note and insert it in my pussy.”
Once he’d done that, I stood up and catching hold of his hand, I led him to the sofa and made him sit.
Picking up the remote, I put on some music and did a slow dance for him.
You should have seen his face when I unwrapped the tail from around my waist and let it hang from my asshole. He had pulled out his cock and I could see pre-cum on the tip of it.
I pulled off my pasties and then straddling him, I put first one tit in his mouth and then the other one by one, all the while grinding my pussy on his cock.
When I was satisfied, I pulled out the rolled up 10-rupee note from my pussy and inserted his cock in my dripping wet cunt and began to ride him bouncing my tits in his face. I smothered his face in my tits.
Mid-way, he stopped me and told me to get off and bend over the sofa, he wanted to fuck me from behind.
I did that and he pulled my tail out of the way before he inserted his cock in my pussy again and began fucking me good.
At one point, he stopped and then began slapping my asscheeks hard.
“Bad bitch, bad slut, cheap slut, whore, randi, kutiya…” he called me all sorts of names with each hard smack on my ass cheeks.
Once he was done, he caught hold of my hips and began fucking me in earnest. I could feel his cock slide into my pussy and run against the plug still lodged firmly in my asshole.
A minute later, he came hard deep inside my pussy and filled me up with a loud roar.
A couple of minutes later after he pulled out of me, he asked me if I was planning on wearing that tailplug on Saturday night.
“I have something else planned. But do you want me to wear the tailplug?”
“Isn’t it a bit too long?”
“I have another one. That’s shorter but equally fluffy.”
“What else are you wearing?”
“A Sari, like you said, traditional Bayan Escort but teasing.”
“You gonna wear it and show me?”
“No, I am going to surprise you as well.”
“Is it going to be as slutty as today? If it is, I am not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.”
“Forget you, your friend won’t be able to keep his hands off me,” I said laughing.
“Bitch,” he said as he smacked me on my tits.
I could see him getting hard again and decided enough was enough and took him in my mouth. When he was hard, I got up on top of him and inserted his cock in my pussy. I caught hold of his hands and put them on my tits.
“Maul my tits hard. Use them as stress balls.”
We fucked like that for about 8 or 9 minutes before he I came and then he followed and came deep inside my cunt once again filling me up. Once he was done cumming me, I pulled his cock out of my sloppy pussy and squatted over his stomach and let it all dribble out of my pussy. A minute later, I got off him and got on his side and on my hands and knees, I licked up all the cum from his stomach.
“You really are behaving like a cheap slut.”
“I am one for you,” I said as I got up, raised my tail and showed him my ass before walking away from him.
We had dinner a little later. The only thing I was wearing was my tail and my stilettos.
I had tucked the tail between my asscheeks and in front between my legs. I could feel it tickling my pussy and clit.
Dinner done, I decided to take out the tailplug for the night and put on another show for Ajay. As he sat on the sofa enjoying his drink, I stood in front of him and bent over and reaching behind me, I pulled the plug out from my asshole.
“Want to replace it with something?” I asked him.
“Gladly,” he said, as he stepped out of his shorts and pointed his raging hard on at the entrance to my asshole and plunged in. By the time he finished, my legs were jelly and he had pounded my ass hard.
That night, I slept peacefully and content.
The next morning, I called Raju over and gave him the LED panties and told him to attach the shorter tail plug to it somehow.
He hesitated a little.
“What happened?”
“Can I do it here?”
“Sure.”
But he still didn’t move.
“What now?”
“madam, kapde utariye na (take off your clothes, no, madam).”
I laughed and obliged, stripping down naked and standing in front of him turning this way and that and even bending over.
After taking his fill of my body, he got down to work and quickly managed to detach the tail from its original housing and insert it in the buttplug LED lights panties that he’d made.
“Pehen ke dekhiye. (Put it on and see)”
I tried it on and it looked fabulous when turned on.
I gave Raju another blowjob and then sent him away.
Around evening, Ameer turned up with the sari and I tried it on. He’d attached the blouse to the sari pallu so that it was one unit. The blouse itself was narrow in the cleavage and flared out to about two inches into a flower shaped pattern with only the centre, where my nipples sat, being opaque. The rest of the blouse was transparent.
Next, I tried the sari and it fell just exactly as I had wanted it to.
He’d attached the waistband to the top of the sari and had put velcro strips on it to attach it.
Once I had worn it, I looked at myself in the mirror and sure enough, it showed my body as clearly as if I was wearing nothing. I bent over to check and see if my pussy lips could be seen through it. They were visible. I was mighty pleased and told Ameer just that.
I took off the sari and blouse and let him feel my tits and finger my asshole for a bit before shooing him away.
Friday evening, I went to the salon to get a mani-pedi and also got my armpits and pussy and asshole waxed.
Come Saturday morning, I made the dishes that were to be served for dinner and organised the drinks. Once everything was in place, I took a long bath and lathered myself with ample perfume. Around 6pm, I stared getting dressed after shooing Ajay out of the bedroom.
First, I put on my make up and did my hair and then my LED tailplug panties, then I wore my sari and heels. Once I was ready, I reached behind me just like Raju had taught me and turned on the LED lights. From inside the sari, they lit up my ass and pussy beautifully.
Just as I finished dressing up, I heard the doorbell ring. I guessed the guest had arrived.
Ajay opened the door and welcomed his friend, Francis, in.
They were chitchatting when I walked out of the bedroom, LED panties glowing and went straight to the kitchen. I could feel two pairs of eyes boring holes in my body. I picked up the tray of whiskey and glasses and brought them to where the men were sitting.
They both sat there gawking.
I liked the effect I was having on the men.
When I stood up after keeping the tray on the table, they were still taking in the view.
I snapped my fingers and asked them what they would like to eat.
While Ajay blurted out something illegible, Francis mumbled something about wanting to eat me.
“If you are a good boy, you might get to do that too. Now, help yourself to the drinks while I bring some snacks.”