25-04-2020, 03:49 AM
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Chandran’s viewpoint
When she emerged from the bedroom, his heart raced, and he felt a stirring in his groin. This woman was amazing. He felt butterflies every time she called him “Chandu” or “Sweetie”. It really felt like they were together, and Anjali was warming up to him.
“You look amazing Anjali” he gushed as she came out of the bedroom in a pink salwar kameez that accentuated her hips.
“Oh, stop it Chandu!” Anjali blushed looking at her feet.
Chandran loved the way she looked when she became shy and her cheeks colored red. His gaze travelled up and down her body as he devoured her with his eyes. Unclothing the clothed body standing before him, he imagined how beautiful she looked naked. He was lost in this daydream for a few minutes before Anjali cleared her throat to get his attention.
“Where do you want to go Chandran?” she asked demurely.
“Let go shopping! I want to buy you some new clothes. We can act like we are a husband and wife in public. This can be our test to see if we can fool the public” he said excitedly.
Anjali seemed to ponder it for a few seconds before nodding her head. “You’re right. We need to see if people can figure out that we aren’t actually a couple, so we can improve the acting.”
Anjali brushed past Chandran and started walking towards the shoe rack. She picked out a pair of sandals out of the dozen options she had and sat on the sofa to wear it. But before she had a chance to do anything, Chandran picked up a pair of high heels and came towards her. No Anjali, wear this so you can be my height and I don’t have to bend down for you.
Anjali looked surprised at the high heels. She had never gotten a chance to wear it with Anwar because he was only 5’5, so wearing it made her taller than him.
Chandran came forward and gingerly grasped her right foot with his hands. He gazed at them as if they were the most beautiful diamonds he had seen before bending down and kissing her feet. “Damn Anjali … is there any part of you that isn’t beautiful?!” he said in angry mocking tone.
She laughed and looked down on him as he gingerly slipped the high heels onto her feet. The kissing had surprised her, but it was not unwelcome. Anwar used to worship her feet often back in India because he had a huge foot fetish. Knowing how turned on he got simply by kissing her feet turned her on. It made her feel more dominant and she loved to tease him and make him sniff between her toes after a hard day’s work. She really did miss having him lick her feet clean while telling her how amazing she was.
Video of Anwar worshipping Anjali's feet
https://www.xvideos.com/video.udfhtbbe07...eli_s_feet
Sometimes she really wished she could have her old husband back before they came to this country and he got consumed by his work. Back then, they never had to worry about money, and she had servants to do the cooking. Anjali couldn't help but feel slightly resentful at having given up an amazing life to come live as paupers in a first world country. Though she pushed those feeling deep down knowing that Anwar was doing what was best for their son.
Standing up on wobbly feet, she grasped at his arms to keep from falling. She giggled at her clumsiness and in giddy excitement as she had never imagined being able to wear high heels ever again.
Chandran smiled as he supported her weight and they walked out the apartment. Getting down the stairs was a huge struggle as Anjali had trouble walking down the stairs. It took 5 minutes just to get down 1 floor and they had 2 more to go.
Getting frustrated, Chandran saw his chance and picked Anjali up with one hand behind her back and the other underneath her knees.
Anjali shrieked in confusion before realizing that she was in another mans arms. Anwar was never able to pick her up like this. He had tried his best during his honeymoon, but they had both fallen down and Anjali felt bad for being too fat to be carried.
Anjali rested her head against his chest as she breathed in his manly musk that was covered by cologne. He was ugly to look at and she wasn’t the slightest bit attracted to him, but she did admire him for his manliness. She also felt a tingle in her nether region for the first time she had come to Canada.
As they reached the bottom of the floor, Chandran gently lowered her feet first onto the ground.
“Thank you!” Anjali said shyly from behind her eyelashes.
“It’s my duty as your husband Anjali. Whenever you are in trouble, I will be there to save you” He replied paraphrasing something he had seen in a movie once.
Anjali giggled and they walked out together with Anjali clinging to him to keep herself from falling.
Chandran and Anjali got into their local GO bus to get to the mall as it was almost an hour away and neither knew how to drive. Going to the upper level of the bus, they sat at the very front, so they could get a good view of where they were going. This was Anjali’s first time riding the bus and she marvelled at how amazing it looked. Chandran had a goofy grin on his face knowing he had made his future wife happy and surprisingly Anjali completely forgot that she was holding on to his arm over the 1-hour ride. They talked animatedly about different things, learning more about each other.
When they finally got to the mall, Anjali gasped at the amount of people milling about and at how big the mall was. Since coming to Canada, she had been stuck around her apartment block and hadn’t gotten to see the rest of the world yet, getting most items delivered by Amazon. They walked hand in hand into the mall, window shopping for almost 2 hours before going into a Tim Hortons to get some coffee and donuts to get their energy back.
As they came up to the counter together to order their food, the old Indian lady smiled at them and said “Wow! You two look so happy together. I don’t remember the last time I held my husband like that” not knowing that Anjali was holding on to him, so she didn’t fall over like a fool in her heels.
Chandu seeing an opportunity replied pulled his arm away and instead put it on her ass in a possessive way “We actually just got married if you believe it and its our honeymoon. This is my wife Anjali. We just came by to stop on a coffee date before doing some more shopping”
Anjali just smiled and looked down as the old lady looked at her with her eyebrows raised.
“Well, good for you love birds. I can tell you really love her. Give her a few weeks, I bet she won’t be so shy anymore!” she laughed implying that they would have sex and get to know each other better.
The lady ended up giving them free coffee, so they only had to pay for their donuts. As they sat on a circular table opposite each other, Chandran looked across at Anjali. “You know, you are the first person I’ve been on a date with. I’m glad I waited all this time for the perfect woman”
With a faint smile on her face, Anjali reminded him “You know Chandu, this is pretend right? We aren’t actually on a date”
“I know, I know. But still… pretending to be your husband has made me really happy. Did you see what the old lady said? I think we’re really going to pull this off at the meeting. Let’s get to know more about each other. We’re on a date after all! ...err sorry, pretend-date... I mean”
They ended up talking for almost 30 minutes before resuming their walk hand in hand in the shopping mall.
When she emerged from the bedroom, his heart raced, and he felt a stirring in his groin. This woman was amazing. He felt butterflies every time she called him “Chandu” or “Sweetie”. It really felt like they were together, and Anjali was warming up to him.
“You look amazing Anjali” he gushed as she came out of the bedroom in a pink salwar kameez that accentuated her hips.
“Oh, stop it Chandu!” Anjali blushed looking at her feet.
Chandran loved the way she looked when she became shy and her cheeks colored red. His gaze travelled up and down her body as he devoured her with his eyes. Unclothing the clothed body standing before him, he imagined how beautiful she looked naked. He was lost in this daydream for a few minutes before Anjali cleared her throat to get his attention.
“Where do you want to go Chandran?” she asked demurely.
“Let go shopping! I want to buy you some new clothes. We can act like we are a husband and wife in public. This can be our test to see if we can fool the public” he said excitedly.
Anjali seemed to ponder it for a few seconds before nodding her head. “You’re right. We need to see if people can figure out that we aren’t actually a couple, so we can improve the acting.”
Anjali brushed past Chandran and started walking towards the shoe rack. She picked out a pair of sandals out of the dozen options she had and sat on the sofa to wear it. But before she had a chance to do anything, Chandran picked up a pair of high heels and came towards her. No Anjali, wear this so you can be my height and I don’t have to bend down for you.
Anjali looked surprised at the high heels. She had never gotten a chance to wear it with Anwar because he was only 5’5, so wearing it made her taller than him.
Chandran came forward and gingerly grasped her right foot with his hands. He gazed at them as if they were the most beautiful diamonds he had seen before bending down and kissing her feet. “Damn Anjali … is there any part of you that isn’t beautiful?!” he said in angry mocking tone.
She laughed and looked down on him as he gingerly slipped the high heels onto her feet. The kissing had surprised her, but it was not unwelcome. Anwar used to worship her feet often back in India because he had a huge foot fetish. Knowing how turned on he got simply by kissing her feet turned her on. It made her feel more dominant and she loved to tease him and make him sniff between her toes after a hard day’s work. She really did miss having him lick her feet clean while telling her how amazing she was.
Video of Anwar worshipping Anjali's feet
https://www.xvideos.com/video.udfhtbbe07...eli_s_feet
Sometimes she really wished she could have her old husband back before they came to this country and he got consumed by his work. Back then, they never had to worry about money, and she had servants to do the cooking. Anjali couldn't help but feel slightly resentful at having given up an amazing life to come live as paupers in a first world country. Though she pushed those feeling deep down knowing that Anwar was doing what was best for their son.
Standing up on wobbly feet, she grasped at his arms to keep from falling. She giggled at her clumsiness and in giddy excitement as she had never imagined being able to wear high heels ever again.
Chandran smiled as he supported her weight and they walked out the apartment. Getting down the stairs was a huge struggle as Anjali had trouble walking down the stairs. It took 5 minutes just to get down 1 floor and they had 2 more to go.
Getting frustrated, Chandran saw his chance and picked Anjali up with one hand behind her back and the other underneath her knees.
Anjali shrieked in confusion before realizing that she was in another mans arms. Anwar was never able to pick her up like this. He had tried his best during his honeymoon, but they had both fallen down and Anjali felt bad for being too fat to be carried.
Anjali rested her head against his chest as she breathed in his manly musk that was covered by cologne. He was ugly to look at and she wasn’t the slightest bit attracted to him, but she did admire him for his manliness. She also felt a tingle in her nether region for the first time she had come to Canada.
As they reached the bottom of the floor, Chandran gently lowered her feet first onto the ground.
“Thank you!” Anjali said shyly from behind her eyelashes.
“It’s my duty as your husband Anjali. Whenever you are in trouble, I will be there to save you” He replied paraphrasing something he had seen in a movie once.
Anjali giggled and they walked out together with Anjali clinging to him to keep herself from falling.
Chandran and Anjali got into their local GO bus to get to the mall as it was almost an hour away and neither knew how to drive. Going to the upper level of the bus, they sat at the very front, so they could get a good view of where they were going. This was Anjali’s first time riding the bus and she marvelled at how amazing it looked. Chandran had a goofy grin on his face knowing he had made his future wife happy and surprisingly Anjali completely forgot that she was holding on to his arm over the 1-hour ride. They talked animatedly about different things, learning more about each other.
When they finally got to the mall, Anjali gasped at the amount of people milling about and at how big the mall was. Since coming to Canada, she had been stuck around her apartment block and hadn’t gotten to see the rest of the world yet, getting most items delivered by Amazon. They walked hand in hand into the mall, window shopping for almost 2 hours before going into a Tim Hortons to get some coffee and donuts to get their energy back.
As they came up to the counter together to order their food, the old Indian lady smiled at them and said “Wow! You two look so happy together. I don’t remember the last time I held my husband like that” not knowing that Anjali was holding on to him, so she didn’t fall over like a fool in her heels.
Chandu seeing an opportunity replied pulled his arm away and instead put it on her ass in a possessive way “We actually just got married if you believe it and its our honeymoon. This is my wife Anjali. We just came by to stop on a coffee date before doing some more shopping”
Anjali just smiled and looked down as the old lady looked at her with her eyebrows raised.
“Well, good for you love birds. I can tell you really love her. Give her a few weeks, I bet she won’t be so shy anymore!” she laughed implying that they would have sex and get to know each other better.
The lady ended up giving them free coffee, so they only had to pay for their donuts. As they sat on a circular table opposite each other, Chandran looked across at Anjali. “You know, you are the first person I’ve been on a date with. I’m glad I waited all this time for the perfect woman”
With a faint smile on her face, Anjali reminded him “You know Chandu, this is pretend right? We aren’t actually on a date”
“I know, I know. But still… pretending to be your husband has made me really happy. Did you see what the old lady said? I think we’re really going to pull this off at the meeting. Let’s get to know more about each other. We’re on a date after all! ...err sorry, pretend-date... I mean”
They ended up talking for almost 30 minutes before resuming their walk hand in hand in the shopping mall.
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