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Hotwife Simran Ka 5 Inch Se 10 Inch Tak Ka Safar
Story Summary : Yeh Kahani Hotwife Simran Ki Hai, Simran ka sirf ek goal hai shaadi ke baad, wo ye ki apni respect apne pati ke nazar me barkarar rakh paaye. Ye kahaani hai Simran ke jindagi ki utaar chadaav ki, jaha wo jhujti hai apne High Sex Drive se,
Simran ka pati pankaj - cuckold fantasy rakhta hai, par Simran apne iraado ki pakki hai.
Ab dekhna ye hai ki ye zindagi Simran ko kya rang dikhaati hai...


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## CHARACTERS & INTRO ##

Introducing Simran, Age 28, Curvy & Fair,
Open minded, BCOM Graduate married to Pankaj.
BEFORE GYM
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AFTER GYM


Name: Pankaj (Simran's Husband)
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Name : Sid, Gym Owner & Pankaj ka dost)
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Name: Usmaan, Young & Virgin, Simran ka Motor Trainer
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Name : Aamir (Usmaan ka cousin)
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Name : Aslam, Age 40 (Simran Ka Tailor)
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Name: Nadia, Age 37
(Aslam Ki Wife)
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Name: Swati, Age 25
(Simran Ki Bestie Aur Pankaj Ki Saali)
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Name: Lina, Age 29
(Aslam Ki Customer)
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Name: Ayesha, Age 33
(Marriage Counsilor)
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Name: Ravi, Age 28
(Watchmen & Photographer)
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Name : Saif Ali, Age 40
(Pankaj Ka Boss)
Name : Sandy, Age 30 (Pankaj ka dost, Gym Trainer)
Name: Sandeep, Age 24
(Sandy ka dost)

INDEX
  • ✅Train Me Sex ki Fantasy
1 - Chapter #12 - Chapter #23 - Chapter #3
  • ✅Honeymoon
1 -Husband ke dost ka he farmhouse hai2 -Simran Aur Sid Ki Mulakaat3 - Caught Cheating... but - "Jaan mujhetoh kuch yaad he nahi hai"
4 - Fantasy Explored - "Yeh kya keh rahe ho...."
5 - Sandy's Entry6 - Husband ke friend ke saat honeymoon continues
  • ✒️Housewife To Hotwife Simran
1 - Present Day - "Anniversary Planning"2 - 20 year old virgin3 - Sex Education
4 - Ex Boyfriend5 - Roleplay6 - Ek esi bhi good morning
7 - Sid is back
8 - Watchman Nahi, Naam Ravi Hai9 - Sandy & Simran Ki Friendship
10 - Usmaan & Aamir
11 - Aslam Tailor
11.1 - Bestie Bani Sautan?
12 - Ohhh.... Sandy....

13 - D Day - Anniversary Party14 - Resigns From Gym Office15 - Pankaj ka Confession
16 - Ab ye chooth mere husband ki nahi rahi
  • Nashe Ke Chakkar Me
  • Pyaar Hai Ya Lust
  • Jaana Padega
  • Haseen Palon Ki Yaaden

Climax - The Awakening of Simran
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Behind The Scenes
INDEX




DISCLAIMER
This story is based on completely imaginary events and has no connection with any person living or dead. All the places and characters in this story are completely imaginary, if anyone's story matches this, it is just a coincidence. This story has nothing to do with any religion or caste. All the images are from internet and I don't own any of it. DM for removal if required. The purpose of writing this story is only to entertain the readers.
 
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Final Part
"House wife to Hotwife"

## Aslam Tailor ##

# Chapter 1 #

Next Day...

Naya din nai shuruwat... pankaj aaj aane wale the... main unke intezaar me ache se ready hona chahti thi... ache se lunch prepare karna chahti thi... unhe dher saara pyaar karna chahti thi... par aaj baat kuch aur thi... ye sab cheeze me bas guilt ke wajeh se karna chahti hu... unhe miss karne ki wajah se nahi... main ab, aur apne aap ko jhuti dilaasa nhi dena chahti ki main abhi bhi loyal hu... mujhe ehsaas hai ki mere desires badte jaa rahe hai... itni jyada sex ki bhooki ho gai hu... kisi tarah apni pussy ko bacha kar toh rakha hai... par kab tak... kya karu iss jism ki bhook ka... iss choot ki pyaas kam kyu nhi hoti... kya hogaya hai mujhe...

ye sab sochti rahi bistar par pade pade... wese evening me sofe par se uth ke regret karte hue mood off karke khud ka.... ghar ka kaam kiya tha... dinner prepare karke aadha khaya baaki chodh chaadd ke ese he soyi thi... ab pata hai saare bartan gande pade hai... kitne dino se kapde nhi dhule hai... pankaj ka bhi regular office jaane wale kapdon ko wash bhi karna hai... iron karna hai... set bana ke rakhna hai... bohot kaam hai... kahin na kahi mera pankaj ke liye pyaar aur jyada badta jaa raha hai... par kyu hai esa... kisi aur ko apne nazdeek aane he kyu deti hu... akela pann ka koi aur ilaaj dhundna padega... par, kya ye achi baat nhi hai ki... kisi aur ke saat hone ke baad pati ke liye pyaar aur badd jaana... shayad nhi hai...

Afternoon me pankaj aa gaye the... humne lunch saat me kiya... aur poore din bas saat me TV dekhte hue... me unki baahon me he apne aap ko rakha hua tha... ek baar bhi kuch aur dimaag me nahi aaya... sukoon milta hai unki baahon me... evening me ek romantic dinner fir raat me passionate sex... itne dino baad mere pussy me lund feel karke me kaafi khush thi... kabse intezaar tha mere pati ka mujhe... main unke saat cuddle karti hui... unke assignments ke kisse sunti hui... unki baato me khoi hui thi... tabhi iddam se mera mood change hogaya... jealousy se... jab pankaj ne swati ka naam liya...

Pankaj - "Wese swati ne call kiya tha morning me... usse kaafi time tak baat hui...."

(Eyebrow ko upar karte hue... shakki awaaz me) "Tumhe kyu call kiya usne... batao kya baat hui..."

Pankaj - "hahaha... ye kya hua tumhe... ese kyu pooch rahi ho... shak.. wtf... hahaha"

"heheheh.. majak me pooch rahi hu... darr gaye kya..."

Kisi tarah apne aap ko control karte hue... unhe ehsaas dilaaye bina.... majak ka keh diya...

Pankaj - "fir thik hai... tum shak karti hui achi nhi lagti... me darr he jaata hu..."

"Kuch galat karoge toh darr to nhi lagega..."

Pankaj - "Mujhe sirf tumhe khone ka darr hai aur kuch nhi... wese wo kaafi pareshaan hai... isiliye maine bhi mind nhi kiya..."

"Haa pata hai... baat hui thi hamari bhi... par tumhe kyu call kiya... aur kya bataya..."

Pankaj - "Wahi sab jo tumhe bataya... pati ka affair ka wagera... yaha ka pooch rahi thi... help karni chahiye uski... maine keh diya jab bhi aana hamare saat reh lena..."

"Aap bhi na... uske liye koi room dhund lenge na... yaha kyu..."

Pankaj - "Tumhari dost hai... meri saali hai... wese bhi temporary aayegi ek do week ke liye toh kaha bahar rukegi... tum bhi na... wese ek min... tumhe kyu problem hai... tumhara jhagda hua kya..."

"Arrey nahi... esa kuch nhi hai... mujhe laga tum mere liye itna sab kar rahe ho uske liye... tumhe pasand nhi hai na ghar me koi aur rahe toh... privacy chali jaati hai... bhool gaye kya"

Pankaj - "Wo to me kisi family member ke liye kehta hu... thoda bachna padta hai... smoke wagera... party wagera dhang se nhi kar paate... swati ka kya hai... ussey problem nhi hogi..."

"Acha g... itna pasand aa rahi hai kya...."

Pankaj - "Saali hai... pasand toh aayegi he... bohot chant bhi hai... timepass hasi majak ho jaayega..."

"Ohh hello mister... mera khauf nhi hai lagta tumhe... batau tumhe... pasand na pasand... haaa"

main unhe mukke marte hue... fir hum dono hasne lage... majak masti karte hue... pata lag toh raha tha wo majak kar rahe hai... par fir bhi andar he andar me jeolous to thi he.... ese he fir hum so gaye...

Next morning...

main aaj jald he uth gai thi... washroom hoke aai toh pankaj soye pade the... maine unka phone liya unhe dekhte hue... pehli baar me esa kuch karne waali thi... call log jaldi se check kiya... swati aur inki 2 ghante baaten chali thi... maine turant phone lock kar diya aur unhe hug karti hui.... thodi der baad wo uth gaye... humne breakfast kar liya tha... main bhi ready ho chuki thi saari pehne ke... coffee peete hue...

Pankaj - "Baby... gym kabse jaana hai fir..."

"abhi toh 20 din ke upar hai... wese bhi sandy call karega joining ke liye...."

Pankaj - "Kaam kar rahe hona ghar par he..."

"Haa wo toh maine kabka khatam kar diya... sandy ne kuch aur kaam diya toh karungi..."

Pankaj - "Tumne pehle kabhi Job nhi kiya hai na..."

"Nahi... kyu..."

Pankaj - "Hmmm... tumne kabhi formal dress try kiya hai college me... like shirt skirt aur pants etc..."

"Haa ek baar shirt pant formals type pehna hai..."

Pankaj - "Abhi hai esi koi dresses..."

"Nahi.. abhi kaha hogi... bas sareeyaan aur kuch dress jo honeymoon ke hai..."

Pankaj - "Baby, office me tum saari pehn ke mat jaaya karo... formals office attire ye sab pehnna shuru kar do"

"Kyu... saree me aunty lag rhi hu kya aajkal..."

Pankaj - "Nahi... par mujhe lagta hai tumhe maza aayega formal shirt and shirt or pant pehnne... kya kehti ho?"

"Hmmm... acha toh lagega pehnne... par... mujhpar acha lagega kya?"

Pankaj - "Bohot he jyada acha lagega..."

"Mujhe kya problem hogi fir... chalte hai fir shopping..."

Pankaj - "Baby.... tum na... bewakooooff... hooooooo"

"Kyu g... esa kyu..."

Pankaj - "Formal kapde silwaaye jaate hai... kharid ke kon pehnta hai... blazers ke saat 4-5 set silwate hai tumhare liye..."

"Haa... wo bhi hai... thik hai... me poochti hu tailor se... wo silti hogi toh acha hai..."

Pankaj - "Uski koi jarurat nhi hai... mera tailor perfect stitching karega..."

"Acha... tum ladies tailor se apne kapde silwaate ho..." (Eyebrow upar karke gusse me)

Pankaj - "Gents tailor he hai... uncle sa hai... par wo personalized custom blazer kuch ladies ke silta hai... wo advertise nhi karta... par me regular customer hu... me baat karunga toh shayad maan jaaye... expensive hai par kaam bhi acha hai chacha ka..."

"Ok.. thik hai... dekhenge..."

Pankaj - "Aaj he evening me chali jaana... me 4 baje niklunga... mujhe kuch kaam hai..."

"Par kaha... tum saat nhi chaloge?"

Pankaj - "Main market me he hai... mein tumhe location send karta hu... unse baat kar lunga office pahoch ke... tum 5-6 baje tak chali jaana... wo 8 baje band kar deten hai.."

"Acha thik hai... kuch samaan bhi lena hai... socha tha hum car me jaayenge tumhari help le lungi... kis kaam ke ho tum..."

Pankaj - "Groceries shopping ke liye kal chale jaayenge... aaj sirf Aslam Chacha ke Shop par ho aao na"

"Thik hai... main sabjiya le aaungi fir..."

Pankaj nikal gaye the office... meine bhi 5 baje tak thoda touchup kiya aur nikal gai main market... auto se jaana pada... raste bhar pankaj ko kosa hai... car reh ke bhi auto use karna pad raha hai...

khair me pahuchi market... thoda time lagega unka shop dhundne... auto wala bhi bahar he chodh kar chala gaya... itni bheed thi market me... shop par pahoch to gai... par shayad mene galat raasta liya tha... Tailor shop toh kaafi high society me tha... waha se dusra raasta main road ki taraf hai... pehle pata hota toh itna ghum ke nhi aati... chal chal ke halat kharab... ek toh ye new sandal kaat rahi thi...

Shop ke saamne khadi hui... kaafi saare blazers... shaadi ke sherwani wagera... acha collection dikh raha tha mens ka... ek curtain tha... andar entry kiya toh 5-6 customers kuch ladies kuch gents... andar ka collection mixed tha... thode bohot womens ke bhi trousers and blazers dikhe... chalo acha hai... shayad ache se sil jaayenge inse toh...

mein mauka dhundne lagi unse baat karne ki... par itne saare customers the... aur dekha ek chauda sa kala sa aadmi... tshirt pehne silaai machine par silta hua... ek customer se tutu meme karta hua... main kam se kam 5-10 minute ruki rahi... thodi der me jab ek do customers kam hue... main unke saamne khadi ho gai...

"Suniye... wo pankaj ne aap se baat ki hogi... mujhe office ke liye kapde silwaane the..."

usne toh meri taraf dekha he nahi...

Aslam - (Rude awaaz me) "Waha baitho madam... abhi busy hu.. dikh nhi raha kya..."

Sun ke toh me itni gusse se laal... par kisi tarah control karke chair par baith gai... ignore kar diya... socha busy hai... ruk jaati hu... thodi der karte karte 30 min hogaye... saare customers chale gaye the... main fir bhi bas baithi rahi idar udar dekha... fir phone me timepass karne lagi thi...

Aslam - "Haa.. ab batao... kya chahiye"

Main uth ke unke paas jaake fir se khadi hu...

"Pankaj mere husband hai... unhone kuch bataya aapko?"

Aslam - "Haa usne call kiya tha... mujhe laga wo aayega..."

"Wo...umm.. wo toh office me hai..."

Aslam - "Kitne set chahiye aur kya kya..."

"Ummm... shayad shirt pant and skirt office ke liye... blazer ek..."

Aslam - "Shayad kya hota hai madam... confirm karke aana chahiye na... iss taraf aao.."

Main side me ho gai.. shayad wahi wo measurements lete hai... unhone measurement tape ko haat me liya aur khade hokar mujhe upar se neeche dekhne lage... fir pata nhi muuh bana ke chair par firse baith gaye... esa gussa aaya... mann kiya gaali suna du... itna bhi kya attitude...

Aslam - "Kal aana measurements ke liye... aur decide karlena ache se kya kya chahiye... jaao yaha se... bohot kaam hai"

Main bhi gusse me bina kuch bole nikal gai... turant pankaj ko call kiya par unhone pick he nhi kiya... saara mood kharab kar diya tha buddhe ne... Sabji wagera sab lena tha... market pahuch ke thoda relax hogai... shopping ki... ghar aate waqt soch liya tha... iss ghamandi se toh nhi silwaaungi kuch bhi... mein apne tailor ke paas pahuch gai...

"Aunty g... mujhe office ke liye format shirt pant silwaane the... aapke paas kuch options hai toh bataiye.."

Aunty - "Beta... main toh nhi silti shirt pant... market me aapko mil jaayega koi..."

"Hmmm... thik hai..."

Main waha se nikli toh aur gusse se taap gai thi... ghar chali aai... thoda tv dekhne lagi... fir kaam wagera karke dinner prepare kar liya... wese.... bhool gai thi sab tab tak... Pankaj aa gaye... humne dinner wagera kiya... 10 baj chuke the...

Pankaj - "Shop mil gai thi na Aslam chacha ki..."

"Haa mil gai thi... mujhe nhi silwana waha... koi aur dhundo..."

Pankaj - "Hua kya... esa kyun bol rahi ho..."

maine unhe saari baaten batai... wo hasne lage... fir...

Pankaj - "Ruko me baat karta hu... kuch hua hoga... ese nhi hai wo..."

Wese toh late ho chuka tha to abhi toh call nhi karte... hum normally cuddle karte hue.. movie dekh kar sogaye...

Next Day...

Pankaj office pahuch gaye the... aur afternoon kareeb 1 baje pankaj ka call..

Pankaj - "Maine baat ki Aslam se... wo actually kisi family problem se jhuuj rahe the... upar se tum saree pehn ke gai thi... isiliye measurements nhi liye..."

"Kisi aur ka gussa kisi aur pe nikalenge kya... aur saree me kya problem"

Pankaj - "Shirt pant ke liye measurements dhang se nhi le paayenge wo... professional hai perfect silte hai... tum ek kaam karo... leggings ya jeans pehn lo koi top ke saat... lunch time hai toh free rahenge... 2 baje tak pahoch jaao.."

"Lunch time me bhej rahe ho... fir disturb kar dungi me toh... mujhe nhi jaana.... tumhare saat jaaungi..."

Pankaj - "Baby, tum bhi na... aaj esa kuch nhi hoga... jitna jaldi measurements honge utna jaldi wo complete kar paayenge... sirf mere liye wo ek do week me sil kar de denge..."

"Hmmm... thik hai... main jaati hu..."

Maine saree change ki aur leggings with top pehn liya aur nikal gai... Shop ke bahar khadi hu... gehri saans li... kisi tarah andar gai... dekha toh ek customer unse baat kar raha tha... maine kuch kaha he nhi bas chair par baith gai... jaise he customer gaya...

Aslam - "Aaye memsaab... bataaiye..."

Main toh surprised thi... aaj to tevar he alag hai inke toh...

"Pankaj ne aapko call kiya tha... office ke liye mujhe formal dresses silwaane hai..."

Aslam - "Haa... bataya tha pankaj bhai ne... Sorry kal ke liye... main bohot pareshaan tha... maine toh aapki baaten bhi nhi suni... mujhe maaf kar dijiye..."

"Thik hai... koi baat nhi... aap busy the... maine bhi itna dhyaan nhi diya.."

Aslam - "Busy toh hamesha rehta hu... kal kisi aur baat se pareshaan tha... Ab aap ko shikayat ka mauka nhi dunga... bataaiye... kaise dresses chahiye..."

"Ummm... shirt, pant and ek blazer bhi... aur shayad skirt bhi... aap ke paas kuch catalogue wagera hai... mujhe idea nhi hai itna... first time silwaaungi..."

Aslam ne kaafi saare options dikhaye... fir finally decide hua ki Shirts alag alag color ke, Pants formal wali and Skirts bhi...

Aslam - "Aapko fabric selection ke liye bhi visit karna hoga... par atleast measurements le leta hu"

"Thik hai..."

Main khadi ho gai unke chair ke paas... Aslam g ne bina jyada touch wagera kiye... professionally measurements lete hue note karne lag gaye... socha tha thoda toh awkward hoga... pehli baar kisi aadmi se measurements karwa rahi thi... Aslam g thode nervous lag rahe the... aur bina mujhe uncomfortable kiye measurements le rahe the... shayad isiliye mujhe itna awkward nhi laga...

Aslam - "Main dekhta hu... aur options... aur pankaj bhai se baat kar lunga... aur fir se sorry kal ke liye..."

"Its okay Aslam g... Thank you..."

Main iss baar muskurate hue ache mood me nikli aur ghar pahuch gai... Evening me dinner wagera karne ke baad... kareeb 9 baje...

Pankaj - "Aaj toh koi dikkat nhi thi na... sab thik"

"Haa... Aslam g sharminda the... unhone toh kitni baar maafi maang li... tumne kuch kaha kya"

Pankaj - "Ha kaha maine unhe... Simran ko bura lag gaya... mere kehne pe gai thi... wagera wagera..."

"Hmmm.... tabhi..."

Pankaj - "Par... jab unhone baat batai toh mujhe he bura laga unhe suna ke thoda..."

"Kya baat..."

Pankaj - "Unka personal matter tha kuch... maine itna detail me nhi poocha... thoda bohot he... wese tum waha se nikli toh call aaya tha... aur... hahahahhaha"

Pankaj hasne lage the... unki toh hasi he nhi ruk rahi thi... main curious hogai... ki esa kya hua inhe... fir pankaj ne bataya ki Aslam g nervous the aur usi chakkar me khud poora measurements nahi le paaye... jaise private parts ke inseem wagera ke... jo pants ke liye required hota hai... andaaze se silne wale the... par pankaj ne kaha ki fitting aur comfort hona chahiye... isiliye ab pankaj ko measuretape kharid ke mera size lena hai jo unhe denge baadme...

hum dono ab hass rahe the...

Pankaj - "Baby, par mujhe ye sab karna he nhi hai... kaha measuretape wagera lu aur size wagera karu..."

"Wo to hai... par silwana toh hai... perfect raha toh acha hai na... nahi toh baar baar alter karana padega..."

Pankaj - "Ek min ruko..."

Pankaj kisi ko call karne lag gaye....

Pankaj - "Aslam g... Pankaj bol raha hu... disturb to nhi kiya..."

Pankaj - "Acha suniye na... Aap befikar hoke measurements lelena kal khud he... mujhe samjega nahi itna..."

Pankaj - "Nahi uski koi dikkat nhi hai... Simran mind nhi karegi... important hai ki stitiching perfect ho... baar baar alter wagera na karana pade..."

Pankaj - "thik hai fir rakhta hu... kal aajaayegi Simran"

Pankaj ne toh mujse poocha he nahi... main toh soch rahi thi pankaj he measure karenge ab... khair... sahi me mind toh nhi he karungi... professional he hai... jyada excited to main bas new formal dresses ke liye thi... late ho chuka tha hum cuddle karte hue so gaye...

Next Day...

Morning me saara kaam kiya... pankaj toh chale he gaye the... socha tha evening me jaau... fir yaad aaya ki afternoon me itni bheed nhi hogi waha.... toh chali jaati hu... maine leggings aur kurti pehni... black color ki cotton camisole type bra thi with slim straps and black color ki panties andar....

Shop ke andar hu... Aslam g khaana khaa rahe the..

"Ohh sorry aapko disturb kar diya... aap araam se khaaiye... mein bhi bagal ke shop se aati hu...."

Wo khane lag gaye... main kareeb 20 min baad wapas aai... wo already khaa chuke the aur silaai karne me busy the...

Aslam - "Ek min memsaab..."

"hmmm"

5 min baad wo measuretape leke aaye... aur mein bhi jab tak khadi ho gai... unhone mujhe upar se neeche dekha... aur bade confidence me...

Aslam - "Memsaab.... aap ye jabtak kurti nikaaliye... me notepad leke aaya..."

Unki request sunte he me bhaukla si gai... ye kya keh rahe the...

"Kurti kyu?"

Aslam - "Memsaab... yaha nhi nikaalna hai... wo dekhiye waha parde ke peeche waha jaake wait kariye..."

"Par... ummmm.... kurti ke upar se nhi le paaoge kya..."

Aslam - "Aapne andar kuch toh pehna hoga"

"Haa... ummm.... par... mujhe comfortable nhi lag raha..."

Aslam - "Aap waha andar jaaiye... agar bra me uncomfortable lag raha ho toh waha ek tshirt hai wo pehn lijiye... fitting honi chahiye... me try karunga proper measurements ka... ye kurti me toh thoda size ka difference hoga... fikar mat kariye... waha koi aayega nhi..."

"Ummm... thik hai..."

Main parde ke peeche gai... ek mirror tha... achi khaasi space thi... racks the... tshirt mil toh gayi... par... kya pata kaisi hogi... nahi pehna mene... bas kurti nikaal li... aur mirror me khud ko dekhne lagi... normal he thi... par leggings se aur body fit bra se mera shape ubhar ke nazar aaraha tha... meri curvy body upar se meri navel... thoda bohot cleavage saaf nazar aata unhe... thoda nervous thi...

Aslam enter karte hai... parda theek karte hai... aur bina mujhe ache se dekhe... notes ko ek shelf par rakhne ke baad... mere measurements lene lage... kal jaisa liya tha usi professionalism ke saat same measurements liye from top to bottom... ab me thodi comfortable ho chuki thi...

maine socha hogaya... fir yaad aaya ki... inhone toh inseem ka size nhi liya... kal ke jaisa he liya sab... utne me..

Aslam - "Pankaj bhai ne bataya toh hai ki aap comfortable rahogi measurements ke liye... par ek baar poochna farz hai... main le sakta hu na... kyunki baar baar mujhe bhi alter karna pasand nhi hai... perfect silna pasand karta hu.. uspar he mera dhanda tika hai..."

"Haa... koi dikkat nhi hai Aslam g..."

Aslam g ke chehre pe confidence tha ab... wo mere back ke paas khade hue... iss baar pehle toh mere baalo ko adjust karte hue aage kiya ek side se... slowly mere shoulder par rakh ke ek side tape ka... move karte hue... mere neck ke bilkul kareeb... fir dheere dheere thoda distance banaya... aur size note kiya... ab mere neck ke beecho beech edge rakha tape ka... aur ek do baar halka sa unka finger ka tip touch hua... neeche karte hue... wo almost mere hips line tak pahuche... aur fir se size note kiya...

pehli baar touch hua tha... kisi aur ka touch hamesha he alag lagta hai... thik he tha ab tak par... maine itna mind nhi kiya... ab wo aage khade hogaye... main unhe dekh he nhi rahi thi bas neeche dekhne lagi... ek haat me unke measurement tape.... dusra haat dekha jo slowly move hota hua... mere baalo tak pahucha jo unhone ne he aage kiya tha... esa lag raha tha ki wo khud he baalo ko meri peeche karenge... naturally maine he apna baal adjust kiya...

Aslam g ka haat ab mere back side pe.. dusra haat bhi back side me... jaise wo mujhe waist par hug kar rahe ho... finally mere kamar ko measure karte hue... ek do jagah unka touch... aur measurement lete hue...

Wo wese he neeche jhuke hue... unka haat abhi bhi measure tape pakde mere body par chipka hua... meri aankho me dekhte hue...

Aslam - "Memsaab... aapko different type ke shirts silwaane chahiye..."

"Ummm... jaise..."

Aslam - "Ek toh normal hoga he.. jo aap inn kar sako... fir ek yaha tak..."

Ye kehte hue... unka haat mere hips ke curvy outline par pocket jaha hota hai waha touch karte hue...

Aslam - "Aur ek crop top type..."

Ye kehte hue... mere navels se thoda upar but same kamar ki line me mere side me touch karte hue... wo part naked tha.. aur unke touch se gudgudi hui toh main thoda hil gai thi...

"Umm.. crop top jaisa formal shirt?"

Aslam - "Fashionable aur kaafi trending hoga... main aapko bata dunga kaisa dikhta hai... manzoor ho toh waisa size lunga..."

"Thik hai..."

Idea toh acha laga tha mujhe... dekhte hai kaisa dikhega...

Aslam g ne ab mere haato ko apne haat se upar kiya... aur mere armpit ke side se back side se... almost mere bra strap ko touch karte hue... slowly measure karte hue... pehle crop top ka size liya...

iss baar unhone toh upar se neeche apni ungliyon ko trace kiya tha... fir waha se mere leggings ke upar se trace karte hue hips tak fir neeche tak normal format shirt ke size le chuke the... unke touch ne mujhe thoda uncomfortable kar diya tha... fir bhi kuch bol nhi paai... ab wo mere saamne khade hai... meine unki aankho me dekha toh unki nazar mere breasts par thi... samaj he nahi aaya checkout kar rahe hai ya kuch aur...

Bindaas bina koi permission ke unka haat aur tape ka end mere neck ke beecho beech... trace karte hue... dheere dheere apne finger ko mere neck se leke cleavage ke start tak touch karte hue pahuche the... fir.. bina touch kiye... jitna mere bra ka cleavage deep tha waha tak rakhe hue... bina touch kiye...

Aslam - "Neck itna deep chalega..."

"Shirt hoga na... toh buttons?"

Aslam - "Haa par ladies shirt me button upar ache nhi lagte... blazer wale shirt me hoga... jyada hai toh itna.."

Iss baar toh unka finger mere cleavage par touch hota hua... mere naked boobs ke edge par tha...

"Thoda aur upar..."

Finger touch hota hua he thoda aur upar aaya...

"Haa itna theek hai..."

Mein mind karne lagi thi... halchal si hone lagi thi... confusion thi ki ye karne ki koshish kya kar rahe hai... par itna galat bhi toh kuch nhi kiya hai... wo ab already mujhe hug karne ke position me measurement tape mere body ke around... breast ka size lene ke liye.... normally size liya... par iss baar... hmmmpppp... unka finger trace hota hua... side se nipples ko touch hote hue...


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aur jab breast ke neeche ka size liya uss time toh unhone breast ko cup he kar liya...

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par measure karne ke liye wo bhi tape se but finger touch ke saat... mein turant duur hui...

"Ye kya kar rahe hai aap... Ye normal measurement nhi hai..."

Aslam - "Memsaab... aap fikar mat kariye... main perfect measurements leta hu... taaki achi silaai kar paau... aapko shikayat ka mauka nhi milega..."

Mein soch me pad gai... aur wo bina hichkichaye... squat position me jhuke hue... mere ankles ka size lene lag gaye... mein khud he soch me hu... wese dekha jaaye toh esa mujhe feel karne ke style me toh ek bhi baar touch nhi kiya tha... bas measure lete hue... par itna sensual tha... shayad me he slowmotion me feel kar rahi thi sab... meine ignore kiya.... bas yehi socha ki ek he baar ki baat hai... kya itna sochna... khud ka he problem hai... itni sensitive hu... inki kya galti... itna kyu nakhre karna... khud he mind na karne ka kaha hai... jaldi se measurement karwa leti hu...

Mein apne soch me he hu.. utne me unhone ankles ki size le li thi...

Aslam - "Ek baar peeche ghumiye please..."

mein bhi ghum gai turant...

baith baithe he unhone fir se measuretape mere waist par ghumaya .... pehle leggings ki edge ka size note kiya.. thoda neeche karke leggings ke thoda neeche touch karte hue halka sa... measure tape ab body se hata hua tha... unhone halka sa touch mere calfs par kiya aur...

Aslam - "Thoda sa..."

Keh ke mere calves par push kiya... me samaj gai ki spread karna hai leg... meine thoda kiya... wese he unhone tape mere ass ke neeche ke edge par theek mere innerthighs ke upar... almost mer pussy ke nazdeek.. legs par rakha... aur slowly touch karte hue unke ungli ka tip measure karte hue... leg ka inner side measure kiya... meri toh aankhe jor se band ho chuki thi... kisi tarah control kiya hua tha... par shayad wo split second ka movement tha... ab wo mere thighs par tape ko round kar ke thighs ka size lete hue...


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Aslam - "Aapke hips ka perfect size lena hai..."

"Hmmm"

Meri permission leke fir se tape ko round guma ke mere aage se... hmmppp... mere round ass par unka tape lipta hua hai... unke touch ko feel kar paa rahi hu... trace hote hue finger ko edge se leke apne ass cheeks ke upar se move hota hua bhi feel kiya.... ek halki si shayd maine sniff ki awaaz bhi suni... ye kya... unka nose feel kar liya shayad theek mere ass cheeks par... maine ignore kiya... confirmed nhi tha... Hmmmppph.... dheere dheere sensual feel aane lagi thi.... unhone mere hips ke dono edge ko apne haato se pakda aur mujhe ghumaate hue... move kiya... mein bhi move hogai... par chauk gai thi...

Aslam g ab jyada confident the... kya karu kya naa... meri saari samaj, pata nhi kaha chale gai... meri aankhe band he thi... unhe dekha toh wo meri aankho me he dekh rahe the... mujse bilkul close... kuch he inch duur mere pussy ke thik saamne unka face tha... mere leggings ke edge par beecho beech unka tape ka start tha... Aaaahhhhh.... galti se halki si meri siskiyaan nikal chuki thi jaise he unhone size lete hue mere inseem ka...


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clit se leke neeche tak unki ungliyon ne trace kar liya tha... ek do seconds he sahi par... main ab andar se jhanjhana gai thi... current sa daud utha... wo ab khade the... notes lete hue... main wese he khadi ki khadi... ghabra si gai thi... samaj he nhi paai kya hogaya tha mere saat... turned on si thi... par awkward lagne laga tha... sharam se laal... kisi tarah ignore kar paai kyunki shayad measurement ab khatam tha... wo notes lete hue bahar chale gaye the...

mein turant kurti haat me leke pehnne he wali thi ki...

Ring....

Kurti haat me pakde... call pick kiya...

"Haa bol Swati..."

ussey baat karte hue maine kurti pehn lee thi... baat karte karte bahar aagai... abhi toh sirf fabric ke samples select karne the... toh maine swati se kaha baadme baat karte hai...

Ab aslam g ke saat sample select karne lag gai... Shirt, pants sabke sample select ho chuke the...

"Aslam g ab bas skirt ke liye options batao"

Aslam - "Ohh... maine toh skirt ka socha he nhi... measurement bhi isiliye nhi liya...hmmm... ek min..."

Wo dusri catolgue le aaye...

Aslam - "Isme se select kijiye... skirts ke liye best hai ye sab..."

Main select karne lag gai... ek pasand aai wo bataya unhe...

Aslam - "Bas ek he..."

"Haa ek he chalega... pant to hai he..."

Aslam - "Ek advice du.... agar aap mind na karo toh"

"Haa boliye naa..."

Aslam - "Jaisa aapka curvy figure hai... aur shape hai... har shirt ke saat 3 alag type ke skirt suit kar sakte hai... "

"kaise kaise..."

Aslam uth kar chalne lag gaye aur parde wale room ki taraf badte badte...

Aslam - "Aapko batata hu... measurement bhi le lunga... bas length ka lena hai... aaiye..."

Meine itna socha nhi aur unke peeche chal padi... ab fir se room me hai... wo turant jhuk gaye... aur... mere ankles ko touch karte hue...

Aslam - "Dekhiye... yaha tak wali full length skirt kaafi sahi jachega... aur..."

mere knee ko touch karte hue...

Aslam - "Ye wali toh normal hogi he... with cut... aur..."

Iss baar unka finger mere thigh ke upar tha... thighs ke beech par...

Aslam - "Agar aap mini skirt pehn sakte ho... toh yaha tak waali perfect rahegi... kaafi office jaane wali modern ladkiyaan aap jaise ye prefer karti hai..."

Main toh saari baaten bhool ke unke compliments se khush hoti hui... teeno type ki skirt ke liye maan gai... bhool he gai thi awkwardness ko aur ready thi measurement ke liye... iss baar measurement lete hue...

pehle mere curvy ass ko touch karte hue... upar se neeche tak...

Aslam - "Aapke curves kamaal ke hai... skirt fitting hogi toh acha lagega... aap khush ho jaaogi guarantee leta hu..."

mere toh chehre par halki si smile thi... ab unke touch awkward nhi lage... unhone sabi type ke skirt ke liye size liye... thighs par.. ass cheeks par unke touches... ufff... alag sa sensation tha... par ussey jyada shayad excitement thi.... ye jaanke ki kaafi ache formal dresses ka collection hoga... isiliye bina mind kiye measurement complete ho gai meri...

Hum bahar aake baith gaye... kuch aur samples the jo wo batane waale the... wo call pe samples ki baat kar rahe the kisi se... fir...

Aslam - "Ek do catalogue mujhe mangwaane padenge... aap ek kaam kijiye mujhe miss call dijiye... ye mera number hai... main aapko call karunga jab fabric ke sample available ho jaaye..."

"Abhi nhi aa sakta ... fir se aana padega..."

Aslam - "Sorry memsaab... main mangwa dunga jald he..."

Humne number exchange kiya... aur main ghar aagai... ghar aake dinner ke baad pankaj ko bataya ki kya kya silne wale the Aslam g... pankaj aur mein dono excited the...

To Be Continued...
 

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Hello Readers & Voters,

Each voting option had a different path for the story development. One line option wasn't enough to understand the whole plot idea and the direction of the story. Although a spoiler but it will help the voters take decisions accordingly


What should Simran Do?

Keep her pussy safe only for husband -
Summary :
Simran will keep her pussy safe and will never take another men cock inside except her husban's. No matter what even if she cuckolds him or even if she enjoys everything in front of her husband or while cheating.

Cuckold her husband -
Summary:
In this option Simran will plan and make arrangements or get manipulated by someone or take help to make her husband a cuckold. Eventhough her husband has this fantasy the one who will take it further will be Simran showing her husband what a true cuckold role is... extreme cuckold where wife dominates.

Become a hotwife if husband wants -
Summary:
Although reluctant and shy Simran will finally give in and will become a hotwife guided and encouraged by her husband while fulfilling her desires and enjoy her new lifestyle of a hotwife.

Keep cheating only with Sid -
Summary:
Her husband although having a cuckold fantasy..Simran will be rigid and would never become a hotwife but will cheat on her husband finally having an affair with Sid only. The moment has passed though... Characters have been developed and Not a chance that she can keep cheating with only Sid.

Keep Cheating with multiple Guys -

Summary: With the maximum vote... Simran will cheat on her husband after a long ups and downs. She will keep on cheating with multiple guys enjoy her sexual desires through infidelity while keeping her husband in the dark. she knows about his fantasy but still doesnt want to loose respect in her husbands eyes. She will carefully take each step and will avoid everything at all cost to hide her sexual adventures. she will enjoy her life while pankaj may or may not be able to fulfil his cuckold fantasy with other character probably swati Simran's Bestie. Story will be full of twists and turns while simran tries to keep her marriage safe and fight her urges. Will simran be able to hide her infidelity or gets caught prooving to have a disastrous married life. Her love for pankaj is far greater than her sexual desires or not?

Keep Cheating with multiple Guys With Soft Cuckold-
Summary: Simran will cheat on her husband after a long ups and downs. She will keep on cheating with multiple guys enjoy her sexual desires through infidelity while keeping her husband in the dark. she knows about his fantasy but still doesnt want to loose respect in her husbands eyes. She will carefully take each step and will avoid everything at all cost to hide her sexual adventures. But may be softly cuckolds her husband while teasing him indirectly. still will never have sex in front of her husband but fulfils his fantasy softly keeping her marriage sacred and safe while enjoying.
Hello Voters...
Summary for all vote options...
please check and maybe change or update your vote... thank you...


 
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Final Part
"House wife to Hotwife"

## Aslam Tailor ##

# Chapter 1 #


Next Day...

Naya din nai shuruwat... pankaj aaj aane wale the... main unke intezaar me ache se ready hona chahti thi... ache se lunch prepare karna chahti thi... unhe dher saara pyaar karna chahti thi... par aaj baat kuch aur thi... ye sab cheeze me bas guilt ke wajeh se karna chahti hu... unhe miss karne ki wajah se nahi... main ab, aur apne aap ko jhuti dilaasa nhi dena chahti ki main abhi bhi loyal hu... mujhe ehsaas hai ki mere desires badte jaa rahe hai... itni jyada sex ki bhooki ho gai hu... kisi tarah apni pussy ko bacha kar toh rakha hai... par kab tak... kya karu iss jism ki bhook ka... iss choot ki pyaas kam kyu nhi hoti... kya hogaya hai mujhe...

ye sab sochti rahi bistar par pade pade... wese evening me sofe par se uth ke regret karte hue mood off karke khud ka.... ghar ka kaam kiya tha... dinner prepare karke aadha khaya baaki chodh chaadd ke ese he soyi thi... ab pata hai saare bartan gande pade hai... kitne dino se kapde nhi dhule hai... pankaj ka bhi regular office jaane wale kapdon ko wash bhi karna hai... iron karna hai... set bana ke rakhna hai... bohot kaam hai... kahin na kahi mera pankaj ke liye pyaar aur jyada badta jaa raha hai... par kyu hai esa... kisi aur ko apne nazdeek aane he kyu deti hu... akela pann ka koi aur ilaaj dhundna padega... par, kya ye achi baat nhi hai ki... kisi aur ke saat hone ke baad pati ke liye pyaar aur badd jaana... shayad nhi hai...

Afternoon me pankaj aa gaye the... humne lunch saat me kiya... aur poore din bas saat me TV dekhte hue... me unki baahon me he apne aap ko rakha hua tha... ek baar bhi kuch aur dimaag me nahi aaya... sukoon milta hai unki baahon me... evening me ek romantic dinner fir raat me passionate sex... itne dino baad mere pussy me lund feel karke me kaafi khush thi... kabse intezaar tha mere pati ka mujhe... main unke saat cuddle karti hui... unke assignments ke kisse sunti hui... unki baato me khoi hui thi... tabhi iddam se mera mood change hogaya... jealousy se... jab pankaj ne swati ka naam liya...

Pankaj - "Wese swati ne call kiya tha morning me... usse kaafi time tak baat hui...."

(Eyebrow ko upar karte hue... shakki awaaz me) "Tumhe kyu call kiya usne... batao kya baat hui..."

Pankaj - "hahaha... ye kya hua tumhe... ese kyu pooch rahi ho... shak.. wtf... hahaha"

"heheheh.. majak me pooch rahi hu... darr gaye kya..."

Kisi tarah apne aap ko control karte hue... unhe ehsaas dilaaye bina.... majak ka keh diya...

Pankaj - "fir thik hai... tum shak karti hui achi nhi lagti... me darr he jaata hu..."

"Kuch galat karoge toh darr to nhi lagega..."

Pankaj - "Mujhe sirf tumhe khone ka darr hai aur kuch nhi... wese wo kaafi pareshaan hai... isiliye maine bhi mind nhi kiya..."

"Haa pata hai... baat hui thi hamari bhi... par tumhe kyu call kiya... aur kya bataya..."

Pankaj - "Wahi sab jo tumhe bataya... pati ka affair ka wagera... yaha ka pooch rahi thi... help karni chahiye uski... maine keh diya jab bhi aana hamare saat reh lena..."

"Aap bhi na... uske liye koi room dhund lenge na... yaha kyu..."

Pankaj - "Tumhari dost hai... meri saali hai... wese bhi temporary aayegi ek do week ke liye toh kaha bahar rukegi... tum bhi na... wese ek min... tumhe kyu problem hai... tumhara jhagda hua kya..."

"Arrey nahi... esa kuch nhi hai... mujhe laga tum mere liye itna sab kar rahe ho uske liye... tumhe pasand nhi hai na ghar me koi aur rahe toh... privacy chali jaati hai... bhool gaye kya"

Pankaj - "Wo to me kisi family member ke liye kehta hu... thoda bachna padta hai... smoke wagera... party wagera dhang se nhi kar paate... swati ka kya hai... ussey problem nhi hogi..."

"Acha g... itna pasand aa rahi hai kya...."

Pankaj - "Saali hai... pasand toh aayegi he... bohot chant bhi hai... timepass hasi majak ho jaayega..."

"Ohh hello mister... mera khauf nhi hai lagta tumhe... batau tumhe... pasand na pasand... haaa"

main unhe mukke marte hue... fir hum dono hasne lage... majak masti karte hue... pata lag toh raha tha wo majak kar rahe hai... par fir bhi andar he andar me jeolous to thi he.... ese he fir hum so gaye...

Next morning...

main aaj jald he uth gai thi... washroom hoke aai toh pankaj soye pade the... maine unka phone liya unhe dekhte hue... pehli baar me esa kuch karne waali thi... call log jaldi se check kiya... swati aur inki 2 ghante baaten chali thi... maine turant phone lock kar diya aur unhe hug karti hui.... thodi der baad wo uth gaye... humne breakfast kar liya tha... main bhi ready ho chuki thi saari pehne ke... coffee peete hue...

Pankaj - "Baby... gym kabse jaana hai fir..."

"abhi toh 20 din ke upar hai... wese bhi sandy call karega joining ke liye...."

Pankaj - "Kaam kar rahe hona ghar par he..."

"Haa wo toh maine kabka khatam kar diya... sandy ne kuch aur kaam diya toh karungi..."

Pankaj - "Tumne pehle kabhi Job nhi kiya hai na..."

"Nahi... kyu..."

Pankaj - "Hmmm... tumne kabhi formal dress try kiya hai college me... like shirt skirt aur pants etc..."

"Haa ek baar shirt pant formals type pehna hai..."

Pankaj - "Abhi hai esi koi dresses..."

"Nahi.. abhi kaha hogi... bas sareeyaan aur kuch dress jo honeymoon ke hai..."

Pankaj - "Baby, office me tum saari pehn ke mat jaaya karo... formals office attire ye sab pehnna shuru kar do"

"Kyu... saree me aunty lag rhi hu kya aajkal..."

Pankaj - "Nahi... par mujhe lagta hai tumhe maza aayega formal shirt and shirt or pant pehnne... kya kehti ho?"

"Hmmm... acha toh lagega pehnne... par... mujhpar acha lagega kya?"

Pankaj - "Bohot he jyada acha lagega..."

"Mujhe kya problem hogi fir... chalte hai fir shopping..."

Pankaj - "Baby.... tum na... bewakooooff... hooooooo"

"Kyu g... esa kyu..."

Pankaj - "Formal kapde silwaaye jaate hai... kharid ke kon pehnta hai... blazers ke saat 4-5 set silwate hai tumhare liye..."

"Haa... wo bhi hai... thik hai... me poochti hu tailor se... wo silti hogi toh acha hai..."

Pankaj - "Uski koi jarurat nhi hai... mera tailor perfect stitching karega..."

"Acha... tum ladies tailor se apne kapde silwaate ho..." (Eyebrow upar karke gusse me)

Pankaj - "Gents tailor he hai... uncle sa hai... par wo personalized custom blazer kuch ladies ke silta hai... wo advertise nhi karta... par me regular customer hu... me baat karunga toh shayad maan jaaye... expensive hai par kaam bhi acha hai chacha ka..."

"Ok.. thik hai... dekhenge..."

Pankaj - "Aaj he evening me chali jaana... me 4 baje niklunga... mujhe kuch kaam hai..."

"Par kaha... tum saat nhi chaloge?"

Pankaj - "Main market me he hai... mein tumhe location send karta hu... unse baat kar lunga office pahoch ke... tum 5-6 baje tak chali jaana... wo 8 baje band kar deten hai.."

"Acha thik hai... kuch samaan bhi lena hai... socha tha hum car me jaayenge tumhari help le lungi... kis kaam ke ho tum..."

Pankaj - "Groceries shopping ke liye kal chale jaayenge... aaj sirf Aslam Chacha ke Shop par ho aao na"

"Thik hai... main sabjiya le aaungi fir..."

Pankaj nikal gaye the office... meine bhi 5 baje tak thoda touchup kiya aur nikal gai main market... auto se jaana pada... raste bhar pankaj ko kosa hai... car reh ke bhi auto use karna pad raha hai...

khair me pahuchi market... thoda time lagega unka shop dhundne... auto wala bhi bahar he chodh kar chala gaya... itni bheed thi market me... shop par pahoch to gai... par shayad mene galat raasta liya tha... Tailor shop toh kaafi high society me tha... waha se dusra raasta main road ki taraf hai... pehle pata hota toh itna ghum ke nhi aati... chal chal ke halat kharab... ek toh ye new sandal kaat rahi thi...

Shop ke saamne khadi hui... kaafi saare blazers... shaadi ke sherwani wagera... acha collection dikh raha tha mens ka... ek curtain tha... andar entry kiya toh 5-6 customers kuch ladies kuch gents... andar ka collection mixed tha... thode bohot womens ke bhi trousers and blazers dikhe... chalo acha hai... shayad ache se sil jaayenge inse toh...

mein mauka dhundne lagi unse baat karne ki... par itne saare customers the... aur dekha ek chauda sa kala sa aadmi... tshirt pehne silaai machine par silta hua... ek customer se tutu meme karta hua... main kam se kam 5-10 minute ruki rahi... thodi der me jab ek do customers kam hue... main unke saamne khadi ho gai...

"Suniye... wo pankaj ne aap se baat ki hogi... mujhe office ke liye kapde silwaane the..."

usne toh meri taraf dekha he nahi...

Aslam - (Rude awaaz me) "Waha baitho madam... abhi busy hu.. dikh nhi raha kya..."

Sun ke toh me itni gusse se laal... par kisi tarah control karke chair par baith gai... ignore kar diya... socha busy hai... ruk jaati hu... thodi der karte karte 30 min hogaye... saare customers chale gaye the... main fir bhi bas baithi rahi idar udar dekha... fir phone me timepass karne lagi thi...

Aslam - "Haa.. ab batao... kya chahiye"

Main uth ke unke paas jaake fir se khadi hu...

"Pankaj mere husband hai... unhone kuch bataya aapko?"

Aslam - "Haa usne call kiya tha... mujhe laga wo aayega..."

"Wo...umm.. wo toh office me hai..."

Aslam - "Kitne set chahiye aur kya kya..."

"Ummm... shayad shirt pant and skirt office ke liye... blazer ek..."

Aslam - "Shayad kya hota hai madam... confirm karke aana chahiye na... iss taraf aao.."

Main side me ho gai.. shayad wahi wo measurements lete hai... unhone measurement tape ko haat me liya aur khade hokar mujhe upar se neeche dekhne lage... fir pata nhi muuh bana ke chair par firse baith gaye... esa gussa aaya... mann kiya gaali suna du... itna bhi kya attitude...

Aslam - "Kal aana measurements ke liye... aur decide karlena ache se kya kya chahiye... jaao yaha se... bohot kaam hai"

Main bhi gusse me bina kuch bole nikal gai... turant pankaj ko call kiya par unhone pick he nhi kiya... saara mood kharab kar diya tha buddhe ne... Sabji wagera sab lena tha... market pahuch ke thoda relax hogai... shopping ki... ghar aate waqt soch liya tha... iss ghamandi se toh nhi silwaaungi kuch bhi... mein apne tailor ke paas pahuch gai...

"Aunty g... mujhe office ke liye format shirt pant silwaane the... aapke paas kuch options hai toh bataiye.."

Aunty - "Beta... main toh nhi silti shirt pant... market me aapko mil jaayega koi..."

"Hmmm... thik hai..."

Main waha se nikli toh aur gusse se taap gai thi... ghar chali aai... thoda tv dekhne lagi... fir kaam wagera karke dinner prepare kar liya... wese.... bhool gai thi sab tab tak... Pankaj aa gaye... humne dinner wagera kiya... 10 baj chuke the...

Pankaj - "Shop mil gai thi na Aslam chacha ki..."

"Haa mil gai thi... mujhe nhi silwana waha... koi aur dhundo..."

Pankaj - "Hua kya... esa kyun bol rahi ho..."

maine unhe saari baaten batai... wo hasne lage... fir...

Pankaj - "Ruko me baat karta hu... kuch hua hoga... ese nhi hai wo..."

Wese toh late ho chuka tha to abhi toh call nhi karte... hum normally cuddle karte hue.. movie dekh kar sogaye...

Next Day...

Pankaj office pahuch gaye the... aur afternoon kareeb 1 baje pankaj ka call..

Pankaj - "Maine baat ki Aslam se... wo actually kisi family problem se jhuuj rahe the... upar se tum saree pehn ke gai thi... isiliye measurements nhi liye..."

"Kisi aur ka gussa kisi aur pe nikalenge kya... aur saree me kya problem"

Pankaj - "Shirt pant ke liye measurements dhang se nhi le paayenge wo... professional hai perfect silte hai... tum ek kaam karo... leggings ya jeans pehn lo koi top ke saat... lunch time hai toh free rahenge... 2 baje tak pahoch jaao.."

"Lunch time me bhej rahe ho... fir disturb kar dungi me toh... mujhe nhi jaana.... tumhare saat jaaungi..."

Pankaj - "Baby, tum bhi na... aaj esa kuch nhi hoga... jitna jaldi measurements honge utna jaldi wo complete kar paayenge... sirf mere liye wo ek do week me sil kar de denge..."

"Hmmm... thik hai... main jaati hu..."

Maine saree change ki aur leggings with top pehn liya aur nikal gai... Shop ke bahar khadi hu... gehri saans li... kisi tarah andar gai... dekha toh ek customer unse baat kar raha tha... maine kuch kaha he nhi bas chair par baith gai... jaise he customer gaya...

Aslam - "Aaye memsaab... bataaiye..."

Main toh surprised thi... aaj to tevar he alag hai inke toh...

"Pankaj ne aapko call kiya tha... office ke liye mujhe formal dresses silwaane hai..."

Aslam - "Haa... bataya tha pankaj bhai ne... Sorry kal ke liye... main bohot pareshaan tha... maine toh aapki baaten bhi nhi suni... mujhe maaf kar dijiye..."

"Thik hai... koi baat nhi... aap busy the... maine bhi itna dhyaan nhi diya.."

Aslam - "Busy toh hamesha rehta hu... kal kisi aur baat se pareshaan tha... Ab aap ko shikayat ka mauka nhi dunga... bataaiye... kaise dresses chahiye..."

"Ummm... shirt, pant and ek blazer bhi... aur shayad skirt bhi... aap ke paas kuch catalogue wagera hai... mujhe idea nhi hai itna... first time silwaaungi..."

Aslam ne kaafi saare options dikhaye... fir finally decide hua ki Shirts alag alag color ke, Pants formal wali and Skirts bhi...

Aslam - "Aapko fabric selection ke liye bhi visit karna hoga... par atleast measurements le leta hu"

"Thik hai..."

Main khadi ho gai unke chair ke paas... Aslam g ne bina jyada touch wagera kiye... professionally measurements lete hue note karne lag gaye... socha tha thoda toh awkward hoga... pehli baar kisi aadmi se measurements karwa rahi thi... Aslam g thode nervous lag rahe the... aur bina mujhe uncomfortable kiye measurements le rahe the... shayad isiliye mujhe itna awkward nhi laga...

Aslam - "Main dekhta hu... aur options... aur pankaj bhai se baat kar lunga... aur fir se sorry kal ke liye..."

"Its okay Aslam g... Thank you..."

Main iss baar muskurate hue ache mood me nikli aur ghar pahuch gai... Evening me dinner wagera karne ke baad... kareeb 9 baje...

Pankaj - "Aaj toh koi dikkat nhi thi na... sab thik"

"Haa... Aslam g sharminda the... unhone toh kitni baar maafi maang li... tumne kuch kaha kya"

Pankaj - "Ha kaha maine unhe... Simran ko bura lag gaya... mere kehne pe gai thi... wagera wagera..."

"Hmmm.... tabhi..."

Pankaj - "Par... jab unhone baat batai toh mujhe he bura laga unhe suna ke thoda..."

"Kya baat..."

Pankaj - "Unka personal matter tha kuch... maine itna detail me nhi poocha... thoda bohot he... wese tum waha se nikli toh call aaya tha... aur... hahahahhaha"

Pankaj hasne lage the... unki toh hasi he nhi ruk rahi thi... main curious hogai... ki esa kya hua inhe... fir pankaj ne bataya ki Aslam g nervous the aur usi chakkar me khud poora measurements nahi le paaye... jaise private parts ke inseem wagera ke... jo pants ke liye required hota hai... andaaze se silne wale the... par pankaj ne kaha ki fitting aur comfort hona chahiye... isiliye ab pankaj ko measuretape kharid ke mera size lena hai jo unhe denge baadme...

hum dono ab hass rahe the...

Pankaj - "Baby, par mujhe ye sab karna he nhi hai... kaha measuretape wagera lu aur size wagera karu..."

"Wo to hai... par silwana toh hai... perfect raha toh acha hai na... nahi toh baar baar alter karana padega..."

Pankaj - "Ek min ruko..."

Pankaj kisi ko call karne lag gaye....

Pankaj - "Aslam g... Pankaj bol raha hu... disturb to nhi kiya..."

Pankaj - "Acha suniye na... Aap befikar hoke measurements lelena kal khud he... mujhe samjega nahi itna..."

Pankaj - "Nahi uski koi dikkat nhi hai... Simran mind nhi karegi... important hai ki stitiching perfect ho... baar baar alter wagera na karana pade..."

Pankaj - "thik hai fir rakhta hu... kal aajaayegi Simran"

Pankaj ne toh mujse poocha he nahi... main toh soch rahi thi pankaj he measure karenge ab... khair... sahi me mind toh nhi he karungi... professional he hai... jyada excited to main bas new formal dresses ke liye thi... late ho chuka tha hum cuddle karte hue so gaye...

Next Day...

Morning me saara kaam kiya... pankaj toh chale he gaye the... socha tha evening me jaau... fir yaad aaya ki afternoon me itni bheed nhi hogi waha.... toh chali jaati hu... maine leggings aur kurti pehni... black color ki cotton camisole type bra thi with slim straps and black color ki panties andar....

Shop ke andar hu... Aslam g khaana khaa rahe the..

"Ohh sorry aapko disturb kar diya... aap araam se khaaiye... mein bhi bagal ke shop se aati hu...."

Wo khane lag gaye... main kareeb 20 min baad wapas aai... wo already khaa chuke the aur silaai karne me busy the...

Aslam - "Ek min memsaab..."

"hmmm"

5 min baad wo measuretape leke aaye... aur mein bhi jab tak khadi ho gai... unhone mujhe upar se neeche dekha... aur bade confidence me...

Aslam - "Memsaab.... aap ye jabtak kurti nikaaliye... me notepad leke aaya..."

Unki request sunte he me bhaukla si gai... ye kya keh rahe the...

"Kurti kyu?"

Aslam - "Memsaab... yaha nhi nikaalna hai... wo dekhiye waha parde ke peeche waha jaake wait kariye..."

"Par... ummmm.... kurti ke upar se nhi le paaoge kya..."

Aslam - "Aapne andar kuch toh pehna hoga"

"Haa... ummm.... par... mujhe comfortable nhi lag raha..."

Aslam - "Aap waha andar jaaiye... agar bra me uncomfortable lag raha ho toh waha ek tshirt hai wo pehn lijiye... fitting honi chahiye... me try karunga proper measurements ka... ye kurti me toh thoda size ka difference hoga... fikar mat kariye... waha koi aayega nhi..."

"Ummm... thik hai..."

Main parde ke peeche gai... ek mirror tha... achi khaasi space thi... racks the... tshirt mil toh gayi... par... kya pata kaisi hogi... nahi pehna mene... bas kurti nikaal li... aur mirror me khud ko dekhne lagi... normal he thi... par leggings se aur body fit bra se mera shape ubhar ke nazar aaraha tha... meri curvy body upar se meri navel... thoda bohot cleavage saaf nazar aata unhe... thoda nervous thi...

Aslam enter karte hai... parda theek karte hai... aur bina mujhe ache se dekhe... notes ko ek shelf par rakhne ke baad... mere measurements lene lage... kal jaisa liya tha usi professionalism ke saat same measurements liye from top to bottom... ab me thodi comfortable ho chuki thi...

maine socha hogaya... fir yaad aaya ki... inhone toh inseem ka size nhi liya... kal ke jaisa he liya sab... utne me..

Aslam - "Pankaj bhai ne bataya toh hai ki aap comfortable rahogi measurements ke liye... par ek baar poochna farz hai... main le sakta hu na... kyunki baar baar mujhe bhi alter karna pasand nhi hai... perfect silna pasand karta hu.. uspar he mera dhanda tika hai..."

"Haa... koi dikkat nhi hai Aslam g..."

Aslam g ke chehre pe confidence tha ab... wo mere back ke paas khade hue... iss baar pehle toh mere baalo ko adjust karte hue aage kiya ek side se... slowly mere shoulder par rakh ke ek side tape ka... move karte hue... mere neck ke bilkul kareeb... fir dheere dheere thoda distance banaya... aur size note kiya... ab mere neck ke beecho beech edge rakha tape ka... aur ek do baar halka sa unka finger ka tip touch hua... neeche karte hue... wo almost mere hips line tak pahuche... aur fir se size note kiya...

pehli baar touch hua tha... kisi aur ka touch hamesha he alag lagta hai... thik he tha ab tak par... maine itna mind nhi kiya... ab wo aage khade hogaye... main unhe dekh he nhi rahi thi bas neeche dekhne lagi... ek haat me unke measurement tape.... dusra haat dekha jo slowly move hota hua... mere baalo tak pahucha jo unhone ne he aage kiya tha... esa lag raha tha ki wo khud he baalo ko meri peeche karenge... naturally maine he apna baal adjust kiya...

Aslam g ka haat ab mere back side pe.. dusra haat bhi back side me... jaise wo mujhe waist par hug kar rahe ho... finally mere kamar ko measure karte hue... ek do jagah unka touch... aur measurement lete hue...

Wo wese he neeche jhuke hue... unka haat abhi bhi measure tape pakde mere body par chipka hua... meri aankho me dekhte hue...

Aslam - "Memsaab... aapko different type ke shirts silwaane chahiye..."

"Ummm... jaise..."

Aslam - "Ek toh normal hoga he.. jo aap inn kar sako... fir ek yaha tak..."

Ye kehte hue... unka haat mere hips ke curvy outline par pocket jaha hota hai waha touch karte hue...

Aslam - "Aur ek crop top type..."

Ye kehte hue... mere navels se thoda upar but same kamar ki line me mere side me touch karte hue... wo part naked tha.. aur unke touch se gudgudi hui toh main thoda hil gai thi...

"Umm.. crop top jaisa formal shirt?"

Aslam - "Fashionable aur kaafi trending hoga... main aapko bata dunga kaisa dikhta hai... manzoor ho toh waisa size lunga..."

"Thik hai..."

Idea toh acha laga tha mujhe... dekhte hai kaisa dikhega...

Aslam g ne ab mere haato ko apne haat se upar kiya... aur mere armpit ke side se back side se... almost mere bra strap ko touch karte hue... slowly measure karte hue... pehle crop top ka size liya...

iss baar unhone toh upar se neeche apni ungliyon ko trace kiya tha... fir waha se mere leggings ke upar se trace karte hue hips tak fir neeche tak normal format shirt ke size le chuke the... unke touch ne mujhe thoda uncomfortable kar diya tha... fir bhi kuch bol nhi paai... ab wo mere saamne khade hai... meine unki aankho me dekha toh unki nazar mere breasts par thi... samaj he nahi aaya checkout kar rahe hai ya kuch aur...

Bindaas bina koi permission ke unka haat aur tape ka end mere neck ke beecho beech... trace karte hue... dheere dheere apne finger ko mere neck se leke cleavage ke start tak touch karte hue pahuche the... fir.. bina touch kiye... jitna mere bra ka cleavage deep tha waha tak rakhe hue... bina touch kiye...

Aslam - "Neck itna deep chalega..."

"Shirt hoga na... toh buttons?"

Aslam - "Haa par ladies shirt me button upar ache nhi lagte... blazer wale shirt me hoga... jyada hai toh itna.."

Iss baar toh unka finger mere cleavage par touch hota hua... mere naked boobs ke edge par tha...

"Thoda aur upar..."

Finger touch hota hua he thoda aur upar aaya...

"Haa itna theek hai..."

Mein mind karne lagi thi... halchal si hone lagi thi... confusion thi ki ye karne ki koshish kya kar rahe hai... par itna galat bhi toh kuch nhi kiya hai... wo ab already mujhe hug karne ke position me measurement tape mere body ke around... breast ka size lene ke liye.... normally size liya... par iss baar... hmmmpppp... unka finger trace hota hua... side se nipples ko touch hote hue...


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aur jab breast ke neeche ka size liya uss time toh unhone breast ko cup he kar liya...

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par measure karne ke liye wo bhi tape se but finger touch ke saat... mein turant duur hui...

"Ye kya kar rahe hai aap... Ye normal measurement nhi hai..."

Aslam - "Memsaab... aap fikar mat kariye... main perfect measurements leta hu... taaki achi silaai kar paau... aapko shikayat ka mauka nhi milega..."

Mein soch me pad gai... aur wo bina hichkichaye... squat position me jhuke hue... mere ankles ka size lene lag gaye... mein khud he soch me hu... wese dekha jaaye toh esa mujhe feel karne ke style me toh ek bhi baar touch nhi kiya tha... bas measure lete hue... par itna sensual tha... shayad me he slowmotion me feel kar rahi thi sab... meine ignore kiya.... bas yehi socha ki ek he baar ki baat hai... kya itna sochna... khud ka he problem hai... itni sensitive hu... inki kya galti... itna kyu nakhre karna... khud he mind na karne ka kaha hai... jaldi se measurement karwa leti hu...

Mein apne soch me he hu.. utne me unhone ankles ki size le li thi...

Aslam - "Ek baar peeche ghumiye please..."

mein bhi ghum gai turant...

baith baithe he unhone fir se measuretape mere waist par ghumaya .... pehle leggings ki edge ka size note kiya.. thoda neeche karke leggings ke thoda neeche touch karte hue halka sa... measure tape ab body se hata hua tha... unhone halka sa touch mere calfs par kiya aur...

Aslam - "Thoda sa..."

Keh ke mere calves par push kiya... me samaj gai ki spread karna hai leg... meine thoda kiya... wese he unhone tape mere ass ke neeche ke edge par theek mere innerthighs ke upar... almost mer pussy ke nazdeek.. legs par rakha... aur slowly touch karte hue unke ungli ka tip measure karte hue... leg ka inner side measure kiya... meri toh aankhe jor se band ho chuki thi... kisi tarah control kiya hua tha... par shayad wo split second ka movement tha... ab wo mere thighs par tape ko round kar ke thighs ka size lete hue...


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Aslam - "Aapke hips ka perfect size lena hai..."

"Hmmm"

Meri permission leke fir se tape ko round guma ke mere aage se... hmmppp... mere round ass par unka tape lipta hua hai... unke touch ko feel kar paa rahi hu... trace hote hue finger ko edge se leke apne ass cheeks ke upar se move hota hua bhi feel kiya.... ek halki si shayd maine sniff ki awaaz bhi suni... ye kya... unka nose feel kar liya shayad theek mere ass cheeks par... maine ignore kiya... confirmed nhi tha... Hmmmppph.... dheere dheere sensual feel aane lagi thi.... unhone mere hips ke dono edge ko apne haato se pakda aur mujhe ghumaate hue... move kiya... mein bhi move hogai... par chauk gai thi...

Aslam g ab jyada confident the... kya karu kya naa... meri saari samaj, pata nhi kaha chale gai... meri aankhe band he thi... unhe dekha toh wo meri aankho me he dekh rahe the... mujse bilkul close... kuch he inch duur mere pussy ke thik saamne unka face tha... mere leggings ke edge par beecho beech unka tape ka start tha... Aaaahhhhh.... galti se halki si meri siskiyaan nikal chuki thi jaise he unhone size lete hue mere inseem ka...


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clit se leke neeche tak unki ungliyon ne trace kar liya tha... ek do seconds he sahi par... main ab andar se jhanjhana gai thi... current sa daud utha... wo ab khade the... notes lete hue... main wese he khadi ki khadi... ghabra si gai thi... samaj he nhi paai kya hogaya tha mere saat... turned on si thi... par awkward lagne laga tha... sharam se laal... kisi tarah ignore kar paai kyunki shayad measurement ab khatam tha... wo notes lete hue bahar chale gaye the...

mein turant kurti haat me leke pehnne he wali thi ki...

Ring....

Kurti haat me pakde... call pick kiya...

"Haa bol Swati..."

ussey baat karte hue maine kurti pehn lee thi... baat karte karte bahar aagai... abhi toh sirf fabric ke samples select karne the... toh maine swati se kaha baadme baat karte hai...

Ab aslam g ke saat sample select karne lag gai... Shirt, pants sabke sample select ho chuke the...

"Aslam g ab bas skirt ke liye options batao"

Aslam - "Ohh... maine toh skirt ka socha he nhi... measurement bhi isiliye nhi liya...hmmm... ek min..."

Wo dusri catolgue le aaye...

Aslam - "Isme se select kijiye... skirts ke liye best hai ye sab..."

Main select karne lag gai... ek pasand aai wo bataya unhe...

Aslam - "Bas ek he..."

"Haa ek he chalega... pant to hai he..."

Aslam - "Ek advice du.... agar aap mind na karo toh"

"Haa boliye naa..."

Aslam - "Jaisa aapka curvy figure hai... aur shape hai... har shirt ke saat 3 alag type ke skirt suit kar sakte hai... "

"kaise kaise..."

Aslam uth kar chalne lag gaye aur parde wale room ki taraf badte badte...

Aslam - "Aapko batata hu... measurement bhi le lunga... bas length ka lena hai... aaiye..."

Meine itna socha nhi aur unke peeche chal padi... ab fir se room me hai... wo turant jhuk gaye... aur... mere ankles ko touch karte hue...

Aslam - "Dekhiye... yaha tak wali full length skirt kaafi sahi jachega... aur..."

mere knee ko touch karte hue...

Aslam - "Ye wali toh normal hogi he... with cut... aur..."

Iss baar unka finger mere thigh ke upar tha... thighs ke beech par...

Aslam - "Agar aap mini skirt pehn sakte ho... toh yaha tak waali perfect rahegi... kaafi office jaane wali modern ladkiyaan aap jaise ye prefer karti hai..."

Main toh saari baaten bhool ke unke compliments se khush hoti hui... teeno type ki skirt ke liye maan gai... bhool he gai thi awkwardness ko aur ready thi measurement ke liye... iss baar measurement lete hue...

pehle mere curvy ass ko touch karte hue... upar se neeche tak...

Aslam - "Aapke curves kamaal ke hai... skirt fitting hogi toh acha lagega... aap khush ho jaaogi guarantee leta hu..."

mere toh chehre par halki si smile thi... ab unke touch awkward nhi lage... unhone sabi type ke skirt ke liye size liye... thighs par.. ass cheeks par unke touches... ufff... alag sa sensation tha... par ussey jyada shayad excitement thi.... ye jaanke ki kaafi ache formal dresses ka collection hoga... isiliye bina mind kiye measurement complete ho gai meri...

Hum bahar aake baith gaye... kuch aur samples the jo wo batane waale the... wo call pe samples ki baat kar rahe the kisi se... fir...

Aslam - "Ek do catalogue mujhe mangwaane padenge... aap ek kaam kijiye mujhe miss call dijiye... ye mera number hai... main aapko call karunga jab fabric ke sample available ho jaaye..."

"Abhi nhi aa sakta ... fir se aana padega..."

Aslam - "Sorry memsaab... main mangwa dunga jald he..."

Humne number exchange kiya... aur main ghar aagai... ghar aake dinner ke baad pankaj ko bataya ki kya kya silne wale the Aslam g... pankaj aur mein dono excited the...


To Be Continued...
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Hello Readers & Voters,

Each voting option had a different path for the story development. One line option wasn't enough to understand the whole plot idea and the direction of the story. Although a spoiler but it will help the voters take decisions accordingly


What should Simran Do?

Keep her pussy safe only for husband -
Summary :
Simran will keep her pussy safe and will never take another men cock inside except her husban's. No matter what even if she cuckolds him or even if she enjoys everything in front of her husband or while cheating.

Cuckold her husband -
Summary:
In this option Simran will plan and make arrangements or get manipulated by someone or take help to make her husband a cuckold. Eventhough her husband has this fantasy the one who will take it further will be Simran showing her husband what a true cuckold role is... extreme cuckold where wife dominates.

Become a hotwife if husband wants -
Summary:
Although reluctant and shy Simran will finally give in and will become a hotwife guided and encouraged by her husband while fulfilling her desires and enjoy her new lifestyle of a hotwife.

Keep cheating only with Sid -
Summary:
Her husband although having a cuckold fantasy..Simran will be rigid and would never become a hotwife but will cheat on her husband finally having an affair with Sid only. The moment has passed though... Characters have been developed and Not a chance that she can keep cheating with only Sid.

Keep Cheating with multiple Guys -

Summary: With the maximum vote... Simran will cheat on her husband after a long ups and downs. She will keep on cheating with multiple guys enjoy her sexual desires through infidelity while keeping her husband in the dark. she knows about his fantasy but still doesnt want to loose respect in her husbands eyes. She will carefully take each step and will avoid everything at all cost to hide her sexual adventures. she will enjoy her life while pankaj may or may not be able to fulfil his cuckold fantasy with other character probably swati Simran's Bestie. Story will be full of twists and turns while simran tries to keep her marriage safe and fight her urges. Will simran be able to hide her infidelity or gets caught prooving to have a disastrous married life. Her love for pankaj is far greater than her sexual desires or not?

Keep Cheating with multiple Guys With Soft Cuckold-
Summary: Simran will cheat on her husband after a long ups and downs. She will keep on cheating with multiple guys enjoy her sexual desires through infidelity while keeping her husband in the dark. she knows about his fantasy but still doesnt want to loose respect in her husbands eyes. She will carefully take each step and will avoid everything at all cost to hide her sexual adventures. But may be softly cuckolds her husband while teasing him indirectly. still will never have sex in front of her husband but fulfils his fantasy softly keeping her marriage sacred and safe while enjoying.

My vote for option Cuckold her Husband
 
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