Adultery My Big Boobed Wife Fucked By Tailor [Part 5]

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My Big Boobed Wife Fucked By Tailor [Part 5] by Samar
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After we got back from our Vacation from Mahabaleshwar, Mansi became more indulged in fashion and wanted to try new outfits. She asked me about it. I knew she was more interested in getting fucked by strangers than trying new clothes. I gave her my consent. She can try and buy clothes she wants. I gave her Ten thousand rupees for her shopping.


She kissed me with joy and said she will go shopping the next day.

I smiled. She was either too dumb or was acting like one. She thought I had fallen for her fake words. What she didn’t knew was I had put in a few miniature cameras, which I got a chance to buy in Mumbai, in the sockets of her purse. I had bought 4 of them. One in front, right below the lock , one at back near the handle, and 2 to either sides. So her purse-bag have cameras of all 4 sides. The shop owner had promised HD recording and I had tested it before putting it in her purse.

A naked eye can never see it. It blend well with the black-gray color of her purse and heaving designs and american diamonds for show-off.

Anyways, we slept that night.

Next morning, I made sure everything was Ok and left for office as usual. Day went by too quickly as I was too busy with my work and other things. I had forgotten about Mansi and her escapades. They came to me when I got home. She was not there yet. I found the front door locked.

Good thing, I had a spare key. I got it and went on to take a hot bath. Later I made some tea and sat down on sofa watching a movie. After around 2 hours, Mansi came. She opened the door with puzzled look and dashed into the bedroom without a word. Her hair was a bit messy. I knew she had an adventure I would soon get to see on my Laptop.

She didn’t talk much, had quick dinner and went to sleep. It was 10 p.m. She was sleeping like a baby. I removed her robe and saw marks on her ass. They were big. Slap-marks to be precise. Also her pussy was red and swollen, while her ass had some blood on it. Her back had bite marks and boobs appeared even reddish.

I smiled. She was ravaged by bulls. I should have a good look at what she was upto.

After making sure she was sound asleep, I removed all cameras and went to the Living room. I took my Laptop and went to terrace. I wanted utmost privacy with this. I took my headphones too.

Once I was on the terrace, I removed all the SD cards and moved all videos files to Laptop. Then I plugged the cameras to Laptop again. Let them get charged for Mansi’s next adventure.

Once all the files were moved to a local folder on the Laptop, I arranged and played them.

Video started. I had already left for office. Mansi got nude and went to take a bath. After some time she came naked, dripping wet in the bedroom and wiped herself. She looked like a goddess. All nude, with pubic hairs, big breasts and curvy but big ass. She wore a long gown dress. She didn’t wear any panties or bra, which looked familiar to me. She had started not wearing any undergarments lately.

Got her makeup done, took the purse and left. She was in a hurry. Wonder what she had to catch!

After that, she stopped a rickshaw and told him to drop her at Kamal Market, near Main bazaar. Kamal market is know for good tailors, clothes and food. The rickshaw dropped at a shop and left. She got down and went into the shop. The shop’s name was Ahmed Pathan Tailors. She wanted another '. cock, I guess.

I saw her going in and asking a middle again man to sew her some Tops and skirts.

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“Ahmed bhai, I need a fitting Top and knee length skirt made.”, She said taking out some clothes from another bag she had carried all the way from home.


“Sure madam,” nodded the bearded man,” What kind of neck design and pleats would you like to go for?”.

He handed her a booklet. She looked at a few designs and chose on. It was a low neck, tight fitting top with curved bottom. It would expose most of her body. She then selected a skirt pattern that was short, more like short ghagra. A sudden wind can lift that skirt up and give a glimpse of her panties or pussy to anyone.

“Those are good choices madam”, Ahmed nodded her approval and came out from behind the counter with a measuring tape.

“Lets take your measurements now”, he said waving the tape.

Mansi nodded and stood clear of the counter. Her purse was on the counter and camera in front provided a clear view, which another camera provided a side view. I was able to see everything and hear each sounds they made.

Ahmed started but was finding it difficult measuring her with her loose gown dress.

“Madam”, he said,” Your dress is too loose. I’ll have to take perfect measurements for a fitting top like that one.”

Mansi thought for a second.

“I can remove the top portion for you. Can you take the measurements then?”, she asked innocently.

Ahmed smiled,”Of course madam. You can do that in the changing room. Lets go.”

They started going to the changing room which was towards the end of his shop. Mansi went first. Ahmed locked the front door and took her bag with him. I sighed with relief. I was looking forward to their sessions.

Once inside, Ahmed put her bag on top of a table and went near Mansi. Mansi was untying her dress. She slowly too the top portion off and slid it down to her waist. The dress had a small belt at waist. It prevented the dress from falling off and exposing Mansi.

Now Mansi was nude from top. Her big round breasts were in view, gracing the air. Ahmed froze from a minute.

“C’mon. Take the measurement. I don’t time to waste.”, Mansi complained.

Ahmed got hold of himself and started his work. He was taking measurements and noting it down on a small book. He was done with upper waist, shoulders and arms now. It was about to measure her breasts.

“Do you want loose or tight cup?”, he said holding Mansi’s breasts in his hands.

“What’s the difference?”, She asked.

“Loose cups will not hold your big boobs well”, Ahmed said, moving his hands down a little to let her boobs fall for a moment, “While, tight cups will hold them firmly and make them look big”

He squeezed her boobs to show how tight cups will work. He was literally pressing her boobs for his enjoyment now.

“Use Tight cups”, Mansi acted as if she was not bothered with a stranger pressing her boobs,” I don’t want them sagging and hanging”.

“Of course madam, big boobs like yours should never be let down”, He said squeezing them a bit and pinching her black nipples.

Mansi acted normal. Ahmed now measured her boobs, under-boobs and made some note on his pad.

“Madam, now I have to take measurement for skirt. Your dress won’t help much”, He complained pointing to her loose Gown dress.

“Don’t worry”, Mansi replied, untying her left,” Now take your measurements”.

Her dress fell down. She was completely nude now. Her while milky body was nude in from of a '. stranger. Ahmed smiled. He winked at her.

“You have a nice body madam”, he complimented her curvy body,” And a bushy pussy area is even beautiful”.

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He touched her pussy a bit. Mansi didn’t object. She was standing as if nothing abnormal was happening.


Ahmed measured her lower waist and massive bums. Mansi commented often, telling how long and wide skirt she wanted.

“Madam, I can’t measure the widest length your Skirt unless you spread your legs. I need to see how much will I need to cut to cover your bums and thighs.,” He said caressing her big ass.

“Alright, how can you do it then?”, Mansi asked. She was well aware of Ahmed’s hand on her bums but acted as if she didn’t knew about it.

“Lie down on the couch and spread your legs, I’ll then measure the max width”, He said.

Mansi foolishly went over the flat couch and lie down on her back. She then spread her legs as wide as she can. Her pussy was in full view now. It’s pink lips were glistening with love juices. She was hot and excited I guess.

“Madam, I’ll remove my clothes as they won’t allow me to stretch and measure. They are too tight, you know”, Ahmed said removing his clothes. Before Mansi could say something, he was naked. His lungi and shirt was on the floor. His manhood, massive cut penis rock hard and pointing towards her.

“Lets measure the width now”, he said as he moved in between her thighs. Mansi looked at his cock. Ahmed met her gaze. He knew she was looking at it. He took the measurement, noted it and put the tape and book at one side.

Then he started pressing her boobs. Mansi moaned. She was ready for his cock. Ahmed knew it. He played with her nipples, bit them hard and made her screech in paid. Then he bit her boobs. They became red like Apples. He continued biting all over her stomach, navel and thighs and then bit her pussy.

“Aahhhhhh…. Oooooohhhhhh”, Mansi moaned. Her legs were stretched wide and Ahmed was sucking her pussy…

“Uuuuuuummmmmhhhhh”, she was getting mad and curved up with ecstasy. Ahmed was a good sucker. He sucked her pussy for some time and then asked her to turn over. He wanted to lick her ass too.

Mansi turned over and now Ahmed starting biting and licking her back and then gradually moved to her big ass.

Mansi raised her ass to give him good access. He chewed on her milky white bums.

“Please Ahmed bhai, I can’t take it anymore. Ashraful told me you are a good fucker. I am your whore today. Fuck me like an animal!”, She cried with pleasure.

I knew it. Ashraful, the fucking servant had told Mansi to go to Market and get fucked even more. Mansi was a pure slut. She wanted more cocks!

“Sure my whore”, Ahmed hissed, “But first give me a blowjob”.

He said waving towards his cock. Mansi didn’t waste a moment, grabbed his big fat cock and started sucking it. She was sucking it like a pro now. Licking his big hairy balls and his fat shaft. His cock was glistening in light. His cock had even fatter pink knob. It looked kinda weird, but fat nonetheless.

Mansi sucked his cock for 10-15 minutes. Ahmed then pushed her on the couch and asked to lay down on all fours. She did as asked. Ahmed now took some oil from a table and applied it on his fat cock and applied some more in Mansi’s pussy. She looked at him eagerly, swaying her big round ass.

Ahmed massaged his cock for a while. It looked like a red hot and fat steel pipe. He then placed the pink knob on her pussy.

“I am going to fuck you like a dog today,” He said,” You are now my bitch, take my '. cock in your pussy”.

He gave a mighty push. Mansi got pushed forward. His cock was halfway in her pussy. Mansi was shouting in pain and cursing Ahmed and Ashraful. She had tears in her eyes.

Ahmed laughed and gave another mighty push. Mansi fell. She was in lot of pain. She was crying, shouting, curing, groaning and moaning simultaneously.

Ahmed’s cock was now all in. He stood motionless for a minute of two, allowing Mansi to calm down. Once she was silent, he started ramming her pussy. He was fucking her pussy like a machine. His cock went in and out of his pussy like a piston. Mansi was shouting and crying. Ahmed was not in the mood to let her go. He was fucking her like there was no tomorrow.

“Please stop”, Mansi cried,” It’s hurting. My pussy is hurting”.

“Forget about it Bitch”, Ahmed growled,” You’ll see what a '. cock can do to a Hindi bitch. I’ll fuck your brains out today”.

Mansi whimpered. She can do nothing. Ahmed’s fat and big cock was raving her pussy and she can only cry. Ahmed fucked her pussy for almost 30 minutes. Man, this guy was a monster. Mansi was almost dead like a leaf. She was too tired to protest.

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Ahmed gave 2-3 big thrusts and took his cock out of Mansi’s pussy. Her pussy was wide open. It can easily accommodate my fist now. It was torn and bloody. She lay motionless, whimpering in pain and trying to gather herself.


Ahmed oiled his cock as Mansi tried to push herself on all fours again, maybe to get up and get out of his reach. Ahmed caught her waist. She looked back expecting a little sympathy. Ahmed gave a wry smile and patted her big round ass. He then put some oil in her asshole.

“No.. No, Please no”, Mansi pleaded,” I can’t your fat cock in my ass. It will get torn and I won’t be able to walk”.

He requests hit a wall as Ahmed pushed her and put his cock on her asshole and gave few pushes. With each push, Mansi let out a massive shriek. She was crying and trying to get out of his desperately. But Ahmed was strong and his cock was already half way in her ass.

“Don’t cry bitch, I will tear your asshole today,” Ahmed growled,” You won’t forget this and will come back for my '. cock again and again”.

He beamed as he gave one more push and his cock went it. Mansi was sobbing and protesting with all her might. She was helpless. Ahmed started fucking her ass now. Mansi was moaning, crying and sobbing. She was getting push back and forth due to Ahmed’s massive thrusts.

He slapped her milky ass cheeks often, making them red in process. He rammed her ass hole for 10-15 and then took his cock out. It was still rock hard. He might have taken some pills or penis sprays. Mansi was like a doll in front of him.

He made her turn and now she was on her back. He then pushed in cock into her already torn pussy and started ramming it. Mansi cried and cried. Her cries had pain, and pleasure. She held Ahmed by his shoulders and he rammed his cock like a mad man.

After fucking her for 5-10 more minutes, he got stiff.

“Take my '. cum, bitch”, He shouted as he cummed in Mansi’s pussy,” You are not my bitch and I’ll fuck you whenever I want.”.

He grunted. After a while, he moved to a side and wiped his cock with Mansi’s gown. Mansi lay motionless, breathing heavily. Her pussy was wide open. Ahmed’s juices were flowing out of her red pussy. I can also see her asshole, which had blood on it.

“Get up bitch, get dressed and get the fuck off now,” Ahmed slapped on Mansi’s boobs, ” I am expecting some more bitches to come and get their dresses made”.

He then got dressed up and went out of the dressing room.

Mansi got up slowly, wiped her pussy and asshole with a piece of cloth and dressed up. She then took her bag and went out. I saw her passing Ahmed, who was now talking to another lady.

“You can come for your dress next week, Madam”, He winked at Mansi,” I’ll have it stitched up and we’ll see how a good fit it is for you”.

Mansi nodded and walked out of the shop. She was not able to walk properly. Ahmed and the lady, he was talking to, laughed at her condition. Mansi then took an auto and asked him to drop near our house.

I fast forwarded the remaining video and took the SD card out of the Laptop, placed it in the camera slots and took them back to Bedroom. Mansi was still sleeping. I then put the cameras back in her purse and went to sleep.