13-02-2019, 01:19 PM
Rajkamal: Yes Guru-ji. I don’t think Madam wears a panty on a regular basis. Why am I saying so because when I was massaging her I did not find a prominent waistband line on her waist, which a panty invariably creates for a regular user. So I feel Madam don’t have any specific color choice for her panty.
Guru-ji: O-k-a-y. So, Anita – all are interesting replies and now you need to tell us who is correct.
“Stunned” was a lesser word for any reaction from me. I was simply lip-locked listening to all these and could not even look up in shame.
Guru-ji: Beti, there is nothing to feel shy about. Come on!
I could well realize that I have to reply to this. I licked my lips again and cleared my throat once to gain in confidence.
Me: Ye… I mean… err… Guru-ji…
Guru-ji: Yes Beti, tell us… we are all eagerly waiting.
Me: Actually what Rajkamal said is partly right…
Guru-ji: That you do not wear a panty on a regular basis.
Me: Yes, I mean I don’t wear it at… I mean when I am at home.
I felt so exposed as I shared that fact with these 5 males!
Guru-ji: Oh! That’s bad! Your husband must consider himself unlucky!
Me: Why?
I almost instantly said that to Guru-ji’s comment not realizing fully what he actually meant.
Guru-ji: Beti, you only said that you remain panty-less at home, so when you meet your husband on bed, you never allowed him to get the thrill of pulling down a woman’s panty before a fuck!
Me: Err..
Guru-ji: Tell me, am I right or wrong?
Me: Ye… er… yes Guru-ji, right.
Guru-ji: So Beti, along with the other alternatives that I have suggested, you also include the habit of wearing a panty at home. I know most married women living in town do not wear it, but you have to do it for your own good. Got it?
I nodded shyly.
Guru-ji: And what about the color?
Me: I like to wear pink….
Guru-ji: Okay, so Uday hit the bull’s eye. Congrats Uday. Ha ha ha…
Uday: Thanks Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: But from now on when you go to the market, only ask for a black, white, or a red one because these three panty-colors attract males most. Also note that light blue, light green, and maroon are the most offending panty-colors.
Me: Ji… ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Okay that’s all about your dress code and there are a few other things that if you keep in mind Anita, you can liven up your love making with your husband. One is you should not tie up your hair while going to bed. They should flow normally on your shoulder. Next is, if possible, you should use nail polish on your fingers while presenting yourself to your husband. Okay?
Me: Okay Guru-ji. I do that at times.
Guru-ji: Good, but try to get into a habit. Next are your armpits. If you raise your hands you will see you have quite a bush there. You must clean that, if not fully, at least partially.
Me: Yes, I trim at times, but they grow so fast…
Guru-ji was smiling and I smiled back foolishly.
Guru-ji: Same stands for your pubic hairs Anita. When I examined you on the table I do recall that you have a heavy bush, which is not acceptable again. How often do you trim?
The question was so direct and straight that I was bowled over. Getting such comments from a matured adult male was like getting verbally fucked each time!
Me: Err… Not… I mean… I do not…
I stammered horribly in shame.
Guru-ji: While examining I do recall that you had thick coils of pubic hair over your choot. Isn’t it Beti?
The word “choot” almost gave me a stagger.
Me: Ha-es... (I uttered a combination of “haa” and “yes”).
Guru-ji: But that’s not a good idea Beti. Why do you allow such an overgrown bush there? Does you husband encourage you for that?
I felt like dying to reply such questions, but was helpless and had to answer. Guru-ji was too forceful to get replies out of me.
Guru-ji: Don’t keep mum Beti. If your husband likes it, then its okay, but if not, you need to trim it at times so when you become naked before your husband you look attractive down there.
I had never experienced such direct dealings with my personal life. In fact this was one of the core reasons that I avoided male gynecologists (along with getting exposed in front of them) when I started feeling the problem of not getting pregnant. They would invariably ask me when do I have my periods, are they regular or not, how is the flow, how may times do we copulate, and all sorts of personal questions which are always very difficult to be answered by any woman to a male.
Me: No actually….
Guru-ji: Open up! Open up! I do not accept such replies.
Guru-ji’s voice was stern and cold as steel. I could realize there was no escape for me and had to shamelessly reveal all my personal secrets.
Me: Actually Guru-ji, my husband had never said err… anything regarding….
Guru-ji: Regarding what?
Me: I mean… (I gulped down saliva) regarding my pubic err….pubic hairs and so I never thought to… but Guru-ji… I mean its not that I do not trim, I do trim it from time to time.
Guru-ji: When did you last trim?
Me: Err… a month… no probably two to three months back.
Guru-ji: So see, that’s the reason you have such a bush now! You are a married woman Beti and you know this better than anyone else that how important your choot is to your husband! Don’t you feel like keeping it clean and attractive?
I licked my lips. It was getting dry time and again listening to such direct things from this Godman. I just nodded. What else could I do?
Guru-ji: You have such a nice figure, why not take care of it! Before you take a bath, may be once a month you just trim it… that’s all! But Anita, you need to give your husband a surprise at times. Do you agree?
I again nodded and Guru-ji continued his lewd talks.
Guru-ji: Tell me how?
I was again caught on the wrong foot.
Me: By... I mean… err… probably trimming them.
Guru-ji: N-o B-e-t-i… How can you surprise him? Think! Think!
Nothing came to my mind and I looked blank.
Guru-ji: O-k-a-y. So, Anita – all are interesting replies and now you need to tell us who is correct.
“Stunned” was a lesser word for any reaction from me. I was simply lip-locked listening to all these and could not even look up in shame.
Guru-ji: Beti, there is nothing to feel shy about. Come on!
I could well realize that I have to reply to this. I licked my lips again and cleared my throat once to gain in confidence.
Me: Ye… I mean… err… Guru-ji…
Guru-ji: Yes Beti, tell us… we are all eagerly waiting.
Me: Actually what Rajkamal said is partly right…
Guru-ji: That you do not wear a panty on a regular basis.
Me: Yes, I mean I don’t wear it at… I mean when I am at home.
I felt so exposed as I shared that fact with these 5 males!
Guru-ji: Oh! That’s bad! Your husband must consider himself unlucky!
Me: Why?
I almost instantly said that to Guru-ji’s comment not realizing fully what he actually meant.
Guru-ji: Beti, you only said that you remain panty-less at home, so when you meet your husband on bed, you never allowed him to get the thrill of pulling down a woman’s panty before a fuck!
Me: Err..
Guru-ji: Tell me, am I right or wrong?
Me: Ye… er… yes Guru-ji, right.
Guru-ji: So Beti, along with the other alternatives that I have suggested, you also include the habit of wearing a panty at home. I know most married women living in town do not wear it, but you have to do it for your own good. Got it?
I nodded shyly.
Guru-ji: And what about the color?
Me: I like to wear pink….
Guru-ji: Okay, so Uday hit the bull’s eye. Congrats Uday. Ha ha ha…
Uday: Thanks Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: But from now on when you go to the market, only ask for a black, white, or a red one because these three panty-colors attract males most. Also note that light blue, light green, and maroon are the most offending panty-colors.
Me: Ji… ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Okay that’s all about your dress code and there are a few other things that if you keep in mind Anita, you can liven up your love making with your husband. One is you should not tie up your hair while going to bed. They should flow normally on your shoulder. Next is, if possible, you should use nail polish on your fingers while presenting yourself to your husband. Okay?
Me: Okay Guru-ji. I do that at times.
Guru-ji: Good, but try to get into a habit. Next are your armpits. If you raise your hands you will see you have quite a bush there. You must clean that, if not fully, at least partially.
Me: Yes, I trim at times, but they grow so fast…
Guru-ji was smiling and I smiled back foolishly.
Guru-ji: Same stands for your pubic hairs Anita. When I examined you on the table I do recall that you have a heavy bush, which is not acceptable again. How often do you trim?
The question was so direct and straight that I was bowled over. Getting such comments from a matured adult male was like getting verbally fucked each time!
Me: Err… Not… I mean… I do not…
I stammered horribly in shame.
Guru-ji: While examining I do recall that you had thick coils of pubic hair over your choot. Isn’t it Beti?
The word “choot” almost gave me a stagger.
Me: Ha-es... (I uttered a combination of “haa” and “yes”).
Guru-ji: But that’s not a good idea Beti. Why do you allow such an overgrown bush there? Does you husband encourage you for that?
I felt like dying to reply such questions, but was helpless and had to answer. Guru-ji was too forceful to get replies out of me.
Guru-ji: Don’t keep mum Beti. If your husband likes it, then its okay, but if not, you need to trim it at times so when you become naked before your husband you look attractive down there.
I had never experienced such direct dealings with my personal life. In fact this was one of the core reasons that I avoided male gynecologists (along with getting exposed in front of them) when I started feeling the problem of not getting pregnant. They would invariably ask me when do I have my periods, are they regular or not, how is the flow, how may times do we copulate, and all sorts of personal questions which are always very difficult to be answered by any woman to a male.
Me: No actually….
Guru-ji: Open up! Open up! I do not accept such replies.
Guru-ji’s voice was stern and cold as steel. I could realize there was no escape for me and had to shamelessly reveal all my personal secrets.
Me: Actually Guru-ji, my husband had never said err… anything regarding….
Guru-ji: Regarding what?
Me: I mean… (I gulped down saliva) regarding my pubic err….pubic hairs and so I never thought to… but Guru-ji… I mean its not that I do not trim, I do trim it from time to time.
Guru-ji: When did you last trim?
Me: Err… a month… no probably two to three months back.
Guru-ji: So see, that’s the reason you have such a bush now! You are a married woman Beti and you know this better than anyone else that how important your choot is to your husband! Don’t you feel like keeping it clean and attractive?
I licked my lips. It was getting dry time and again listening to such direct things from this Godman. I just nodded. What else could I do?
Guru-ji: You have such a nice figure, why not take care of it! Before you take a bath, may be once a month you just trim it… that’s all! But Anita, you need to give your husband a surprise at times. Do you agree?
I again nodded and Guru-ji continued his lewd talks.
Guru-ji: Tell me how?
I was again caught on the wrong foot.
Me: By... I mean… err… probably trimming them.
Guru-ji: N-o B-e-t-i… How can you surprise him? Think! Think!
Nothing came to my mind and I looked blank.
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