Misc. Erotica Cumback Part 1 & 2 By Novelist Casanova (COMPLETED)

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“Sorry Madam, your waist was wet and slippery and my hands slipped.  Was it raining in Chennai and you got caught in the Rain?” as he casually asked and began opening a bag casually.  My wife was a bit shy to tell him she was soaked in her own sweat, “yeah,” she said.  As my wife was looking around the basement full of Hand Weaving Machines and cloth pieces everywhere,  “don’t worry Madam, Kanchipuram is very hot and it will dry your saree off really quick,” he said and began showing all the saree she had ordered.  The moment my wife saw all the Sarees she ordered from Canada, she was so excited and happy and totally forgot herself, “My God, they are so beautiful..!” as my wife exclaimed, “all are handmade by me specifically for you according to your order, Madam,” he said.  “I am impressed with your work, I have had sarees, best of them, but these are the Best,” as my wife was telling him, she was in a great mood and he had woven the sarees exactly the way she wanted, “why don’t you try them?  Meanwhile give me your saree, I will dry them for you,” he said casually.  “No, it's okay,” as my wife said in a shy tone, “it's okay madam, don’t feel shy, try your new saree freely,” he said and as he placed his hands over my wife’s Maroon Saree Pallu, my wife looked at me.  “You want Sir to turn around?” as he asked casually, and began removing my wife’s Maroon Saree, “no,” she nodded.  Removing my wife’s Maroon Color Saree, “your NRIs play in the Beaches in your Bikinis, which are smaller than your Bra and Panties, in front of so many people, but feeling shy to remove your Sarees in front of your husbands? Or are you feeling shy about removing your Saree in front of me?” as he exclaimed, removing her saree completely off my wife and making her stand only in her Black Blouse and Black Petticoat, “no,” my wife gently exclaimed.  “Now this is how you must fold your saree, Madam,” as he said and began folding my wife’s Maroon Colour Saree, “Sir, you watch this as well, you must help folding sarees at home as well, it's easy, simply do this,” he said and which a couple of seconds he finished folding my wife’s saree, which did not impress me but also my wife as well.  “I did not know that,” as my wife exclaimed, he smiled at her and looked at her waist and deep navel, “Sir, can you switch that fan on?  Madam has started to sweat,” he said, placing my wife’s Maroon Colour Saree on a shelf and went to the corner.  “Where is the switch?”, as I asked, he picked up a small red towel and switched on the fan and went towards my wife and gave the towel to her.  “Thank you,” as my wife said and began wiping her sweat, “wipe your waist as well, Madam, or else your sweat will go down and rest right on your Petticoat tied area and cause itching,” he said casually feasting his eyes all over my wife’s waist and deep navel.