30-06-2023, 02:09 PM
The next day when I woke up in the morning, my husband had woken up already and went for his usual early morning walk, and I was shocked to see myself, with my Nightie lifted well about my navel, revealing my Gray Color Panties and it was totally wet with my juices. That’s when I realized I had a wet dream last night, after so many years, because I have never been this horny since ages. As I went to the bathroom, and began removing my Gray Color Panties and began looking at my wet Gray Panties and wondering how could I get this wet and looked at the mirror, “Stupid Tailor, look what you are done to me,” I exclaimed and began blushing and threw my wet Panties into the Laundry Basket, and brushed my teeth, did my business, took my shower and came out. First I wore my Petticoat and Blouse, with no Bra and Panties inside, as I don’t wear my Bra and Panties at home, and wearing a saree on top and wrapping a towel around my wet hair, I went to the Kitchen to prepare Breakfast for my husband and sons.
As I packed lunch for my sons and sent them to college, and packed lunch for my husband and was about to send him off, while leaving my husband began hugging me tight. When my husband hugged me, automatically the thought of the Tailor hugging me came to my mind and began hugging my husband tight. “Last night was amazing, Amudha, just love the way you were enjoying as well,” as my husband whispered, “I was enjoying myself thinking that it was the Tailor who was making love to me, Ram,” I almost said. As my husband began kissing my lips, the image of the Tailor began appearing in front of my eyes and thinking that it was the Tailor who was kissing my lips, I began kissing my husband’s lips passionately. Though my husband, who was getting late to office, tried to break the kiss, me being horny and my mind was filled with Tailor and kissing my husband’s lips back thinking that it was the Tailor’s lips, continued to kiss my husband’s lips and he had to forcibly free his lips from mine to break the kiss. “Mmmmmmm… Amudha, just love to see you this way, horny as hell, shall come back and have your pussy,” as my husband exclaimed, I could feel like it was the Tailor himself who was saying this. “We have to attend my Boss’s son’s Birthday Party this evening, don’t forget okay?” as my husband asked, “sure, Ram,” I said. “By the way, is your blouse ready which you gave to the Tailor yesterday?”, as my husband asked, “yeah, I am gonna collect it today,” I said immediately, as I was confused when he took the Tailor’s name. “You are gonna look great in the Saree I purchased for you, Amudha, can’t wait to see you in it and can’t wait to watch my colleagues get jealous of me that I am married to such a beautiful angel,” as my husband said and left to office, I started getting nervous this time because I had not stitched the blouse.
As soon as my husband left for the office, I switched on the fan and sat on the sofa and took off my pallu and began to relax under the fan air, which I always do, to dry off my sweat and at the same time relax after the daily chores. “Stupid bitch, it's not the time to relax, it's time to get your blouse stitched, only then you can wear it for the Birthday Party,” as I said to myself, “oh yeah,” I said to myself and got off the Sofa immediately and wore my pallu on top of my blouse. “The only person who can stitch your blouse in one day was Tailor Kumar, but you slapped him yesterday and verbally abused him and came out of his shop, now who is gonna stitch your blouse by evening?”, as I said to myself, “I am gonna apologize to Tailor Kumar and request him to stitch my blouse,” I said to myself. “You think he will accept your apology? You slapped him and verbally abused him,” as I said to myself, “something inside me tells me that he would accept my apology and stitch my blouse,” I said to myself. “Then why are you wasting time, go to him and get your Blouse stitched, only then you can wear your blouse by evening,” I said to myself and went to the bedroom.
As I packed lunch for my sons and sent them to college, and packed lunch for my husband and was about to send him off, while leaving my husband began hugging me tight. When my husband hugged me, automatically the thought of the Tailor hugging me came to my mind and began hugging my husband tight. “Last night was amazing, Amudha, just love the way you were enjoying as well,” as my husband whispered, “I was enjoying myself thinking that it was the Tailor who was making love to me, Ram,” I almost said. As my husband began kissing my lips, the image of the Tailor began appearing in front of my eyes and thinking that it was the Tailor who was kissing my lips, I began kissing my husband’s lips passionately. Though my husband, who was getting late to office, tried to break the kiss, me being horny and my mind was filled with Tailor and kissing my husband’s lips back thinking that it was the Tailor’s lips, continued to kiss my husband’s lips and he had to forcibly free his lips from mine to break the kiss. “Mmmmmmm… Amudha, just love to see you this way, horny as hell, shall come back and have your pussy,” as my husband exclaimed, I could feel like it was the Tailor himself who was saying this. “We have to attend my Boss’s son’s Birthday Party this evening, don’t forget okay?” as my husband asked, “sure, Ram,” I said. “By the way, is your blouse ready which you gave to the Tailor yesterday?”, as my husband asked, “yeah, I am gonna collect it today,” I said immediately, as I was confused when he took the Tailor’s name. “You are gonna look great in the Saree I purchased for you, Amudha, can’t wait to see you in it and can’t wait to watch my colleagues get jealous of me that I am married to such a beautiful angel,” as my husband said and left to office, I started getting nervous this time because I had not stitched the blouse.
As soon as my husband left for the office, I switched on the fan and sat on the sofa and took off my pallu and began to relax under the fan air, which I always do, to dry off my sweat and at the same time relax after the daily chores. “Stupid bitch, it's not the time to relax, it's time to get your blouse stitched, only then you can wear it for the Birthday Party,” as I said to myself, “oh yeah,” I said to myself and got off the Sofa immediately and wore my pallu on top of my blouse. “The only person who can stitch your blouse in one day was Tailor Kumar, but you slapped him yesterday and verbally abused him and came out of his shop, now who is gonna stitch your blouse by evening?”, as I said to myself, “I am gonna apologize to Tailor Kumar and request him to stitch my blouse,” I said to myself. “You think he will accept your apology? You slapped him and verbally abused him,” as I said to myself, “something inside me tells me that he would accept my apology and stitch my blouse,” I said to myself. “Then why are you wasting time, go to him and get your Blouse stitched, only then you can wear your blouse by evening,” I said to myself and went to the bedroom.
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