Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

[ddey333]

Mansi was having a bizarre almost out of body experience as she saw herself in a nearby mirror. She could not believe how good she looked. But she also looked like a stranger. It was like watching someone else standing there in that skirt suit, turning around to show a man over twice her age her ass in the tight skirt.

"Should I pack it up, sir?" the saleswoman suggestively asked.
"Not yet. I'd like her to try on a few more colors and patterns."
"This is okay." Mansi tried to protest, but Dutt just waved his hand dismissively.
Why am I unable to say no to what this man is saying, Mansi asked herself in the trial room as she stripped off the pinstripe and tried a beige suit. I could and I should just put my foot down and say, no, I don't want to wear western clothes. He is like an employer, not her master or husband. But despite this mental soliloquy, she changed into the other suit and walked out.
For the next half hour, Dutt chugged beer and Mansi modeled different skirt suits for him. The more clothes she tried, the more comfortable she felt. And the more beer Dutt had, the bolder he felt.
"You don't shave your legs." he noted when she was on the fourth dress. Her perfectly shaped calves looked pretty, but they did have a thin covering of hair, which did not look good with the formal western clothing.
"Why would I?" Mansi asked, a little offended.
"From now on, if you want to wear these clothes, you will need to shave your legs."
Mansi dumbly nodded, and again wondered why she was letting herself be pushed around like this. The saleswoman was noting all this. It was clear to her that the young woman was some kind of a mistress. So when Mansi went to the trial room again, she walked up to Dutt discreetly.
"Excuse me, sir. I was wondering what you think of that dress?" she pointed towards a mannequin.
Dutt saw what she was pointing at. He had noticed it before. It was a tight red mini dress which ended halfway to the knee, was low cut, and had spaghetti straps.
"It might be a little too short for her tastes." he said.
"What about your tastes, sir?" she flirtatiously asked, hoping to maximize her commission.
"I don't think she will even try it on."
"She doesn't have to. I know her size well by now." the girl said. "You can gift it to her as a surprise some other time."
Dutt imagines the curvaceous young housewife in that dress and felt a twitch in his loins. He finished another beer and nodded.
"Alright, we'll get one."
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