Adultery Amudha's Escapades Chapter 1,2,3,4, 5, 6, and 7 (COMPLETED)

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Though he casually told me to take my pallu off to measure my blouse and went to close the door, I could clearly feel that he was excited to make me take my pallu off.  Though I was horny, I somehow started feeling shy and stood there without taking my pallu off, I wanted the Tailor himself to remove my pallu, my body ached for his hands to touch my pallu and remove it off me.  As he locked the door from inside and switched on the Tube Light, and picked up his measuring tape and came near me, “take you pallu off, Madam,” as he exclaimed in a professional tone, “I am feeling shy, Kumar,” I exclaimed.  “You don’t have to feel shy, Madam, I am a professional,” he exclaimed smiling at me, waiting for me to remove my saree pallu.  Though he was smiling, I clearly knew that he was excited to watch me take my pallu off for him.  At the same time I want him to make the first step and remove my pallu.  There was a small battle going on between me and the Tailor, about who was going to remove my pallu first, whether it was me or the Tailor.  “Come on, Madam, take your pallu off,” as the Tailor said with a smile, “no, I can’t, I am feeling shy,” as I began blushing, he gave up the battle.  “Come on, Madam, or else how can I take your measurement?” he exclaimed with a smile and casually began removing my safety pin which I had pinned my Saree Pallu to my Pink Blouse, and kept it on the Tailoring Machine table which was right next to us.  “Kumar, you can take my measurements from my old Blouse, right?” I whispered.  “That’s not my style, Madam,” he whispered, and began removing my pallu.  In the name of removing my pallu, he grabbed my pallu over my left boob, at the same time grabbing my left boob over my Saree and Blouse, and began removing my pallu.  The moment his hand touched my left boob, I could feel his hand doing magic to me and I was totally excited.



As he removed my White printed Chiffon Saree pallu and my pallu was on the floor, and I was standing palluless, in her Pink Blouse, totally wet with my sweat near my armpits, and revealing my entire waist and deep navel.  As he picked up the measurement book and a pen and kept it on the Tailoring Machine table, “so, shall we start?” he asked, without even looking at my boobs over my Pink Blouse or my fully exposed waist and deep navel, sounding very professional and also with a smile.  “Sure,” as I said smiling at him, he smiled at me and began circling the tape around me.  As he began measuring my blouse and noting down the measurements, with a professional facial expression, “which idiot stitched this blouse for you, Madam? So loose everywhere,” he exclaimed.  “Look how loose it is here,” as he whispered and began grabbing me by my wet armpits, I began biting my lips as I began feeling ticklish and horny at the same time.  Nicely feeling up my sweaty armpits, “don’t worry about this armpits area of the blouse, okay? We will make the blouse tight here,” as he whispered, playing with my armpits, I started feeling horny and biting my lips and looked into his eyes.  Though he knew that I had started to feel horny, “feeling ticklish, Madam?” he whispered.  “Yeah,” as I whispered, “just bear with me some more time, please, I am working on your armpits, figuring out what kind of stitching I can give here,” he whispered and began feeling up my armpits nicely.  “Do you shave your pits regularly, Madam?” as he whispered, “Yeah, Kumar,” I whispered, closing my eyes.  “When did you shave your armpits last time, Madam?” as he whispered, grabbing me by my underarms and looking into my eyes, “the day before yesterday, Kumar,” I whispered.  “Mmmmmm …. Your armpits smell great, which perfume, madam?” as he whispered, squeezing my armpits making my sweat fill his hands, “mmmmmm…..” I let out a soft moan, but somehow, replied “that I cannot reveal, Kumar, but all I can say is it is not a perfume, but a deo,” I whispered.  “Mmmmm… just love your deo, madam, so tempting to sniff your armpits,” as he exclaimed and all of a sudden began sniffing my armpits, “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….” as I moaned, “just a couple of sniffs, Madam,” he whispered and began sniffing my right armpit nicely, “the other one as well,” as he whispered and began grabbing me by my waist and began sniffing my left armpit, “mmmmmmm… no...!” I exclaimed and caught his face.  As he looked into my eyes, “no please.. It's sweaty” as I whispered, holding his face, “you don’t have to feel uncomfortable about your sweat with me, Madam,” he whispered and began digging his nose between my left armpits and began sniffing my armpit, “mmmmmm… I love your smell,” he whispered and gave a kiss on my armpit and looked into my eyes.  With the expression on my face, he would clearly make out that I was feeling horny, “nice deo, Madam,” as he whispered and smiled at me, I managed to smile back.  Though we smiled at each other for a few seconds, we were looking at each other’s eyes with lust.  “Wearing your Bra and Panties, inside madam?” as he whispered, I started feeling horny as he was directly asking me if I was wearing my Bra and Panties inside.  Though I was feeling horny, to make it look casual, “Yes, I am wearing my Bra inside, and why would you want to know if I am wearing my Panties inside or not?” as I asked the Tailor, with a smirk on my face, “that came with the flow, madam,” he exclaimed and smiled.  “Stop being naughty,” as I exclaimed and pinched his nose gently and smiled at him.  Though I was smiling at him, deep inside I was horny and my pussy started itching.  “Just out of curiosity, are you wearing your Panties inside, Madam?” as he asked, with a smile, “maybe, why should I tell you?” I said with a smile and looking aside and looking at him back.  “You are not,” as he exclaimed with a smile, “No, I am wearing my panties,” I said.  “Got you..!” as he exclaimed and began laughing, “you are so mean,” I exclaimed, trying to act dumb.  “Wonder what type of Panties you are wearing underneath your Saree and Petticoat, Madam,” as he casually asked with a smile, “what if I ask you the same question?” I said.  “Me? Nothing, just my Lungi and nothing underneath.  See,” he exclaimed with a smile and lifted his lungi and showed me his erect cock for a second and covered it with his lungi.  That fraction of a second peak of his erect cock, began watering my mouth and wetting my pussy at the same time.  “Kumar, have some Shame.  You should be showing that to your wife,” as I exclaimed, with a smile on his face, “alright, I am sorry, let's start with the measurement,” he said began grabbing my Pink Blouse’s first hook.  “Hope you did not get me wrong when I showed you my cock,” as he whispered and began removing my Pink Blouse’s first hook, “no it's alright, you were just trying to show that you are not wearing anything inside,” as I began answering, that’s when I realized he had neatly removed a couple of hooks of my Pink Blouse already and I was giving him the view of my White Bra which I was wearing inside.  By the time I exclaimed, “my God, what are you doing?” he had removed all my Pink Blouse hooks, opened my blouse and began looking at my boobs in my White Bra.