Tailor fucks my buxom wife – 2

Her face flushed a bright red as she thought there was no chance he wouldn’t have noticed it.

And the hell of the matter was, she was still turned on like anything.

She couldn’t shake the memory of his hands from her mind. How good they felt, how they made her feel all tingly inside.

How her pussy reacted when he touched her bare back.

How he boldly put his fingers on her pussy…damn, that made her pussy twitch like crazy, she damn near came just from thinking about it!

Her first action when she got home was to head for the bathroom, letting her purse, glasses and car keys fall where they will.

She closed the bathroom door, started the water in the tub and started taking off her clothes.

Water was only 2 inches deep yet, but it was deep enough that it tingled her pussy as she settled in.

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She was thinking of Raj as she started ramming her finger into her tight, hot pussy.

The memory of his hands and how boldly and calmly he has teased her today was fueling her lust and she finger fucked her wet, dripping cunt harder and harder, using 2 fingers now.

She came hard! Harder than she had ever come!

Her body twitched uncontrollably, thrashing in the warm water of the tub.

She kept thinking of Raj and her fingers continued to fuck her still hot indian pussy.

By the time the water was up to her shoulder, she had come 3 more times. All huge, mind-numbing orgasms!

Now she lay back, exhausted, sated, to enjoy her bath.

That night she fell asleep, reliving the experience at the tailor shop.

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Next morning, she got no time to think about it as she had to get ready to go to office and take care of business.

But just as soon as she had settled in her big executive chair, her first thought was how good she had felt in the tailor shop and later in the tub.

All day she kept thinking about Raj and his expert hands, twice she got so excited that she had to lock her office door and finger herself. But both times the phone rang and she had to postpone pleasure for business.

The feeling of having been insulted slowly faded away and she actually started feeling horny for those hands again.

That night she couldn’t sleep that easily. She dreamt of Raj and woke up hornier than ever. She decided there was no way but to go there again.

But how?

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He had called her 5 days later for the first fitting of the suit. All day at work next day she was distracted, thinking of an excuse to go there.

Her heart beat faster every time she imagined going to the tailor shop again, stepping into the inner room for “measurement”…damn, that thought was moistening her pussy without even touching!

Then she got it, she’ll have to get a new dress made for her.

She could buy the material this evening after office.

She felt her body respond with a rush of hormones as she thought about this plan.

So eager was she, that she left work early and went to a shopping mall.

After a lot of browsing and experimenting she bought a sequin dress material, thinking she’d ask him to make her a micromini dress for a party.

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Story to be continued