12-12-2023, 10:37 AM
I suggest you to write the story from the beginning as I have made some correction.
Update
Misha and Nyk were browsing through dresses in the shop.
"Yare, Kavya, bring some chocolate for this little one," the shop owner shouted to one of the female sales agents.
Misha quickly sensed that something was off about the situation. Her intuition was right, as a lady approached her.
"Madam, may I offer some chocolates to your baby?" she asked, gently rubbing Nyk's chin.
Misha looked at the lady and then at Nyk. She smiled and replied, "Yes, no problem."
The shop owner noticed this and said, "Kavya, show the baby some sports items while madam selects her dress."
Slyly, he had sent Nyk with Kavya, and Misha had no idea about this.
Meanwhile, Misha was examining some blouses. The shop owner tried to persuade her to buy a top he had selected, offering her a good discount because he thought it would complement her figure.
Misha heard his tone and quickly turned to look at him. She noticed how greedily he was staring at her ample breasts.
Angry feelings welled up inside her, but she decided not to blame him. A part of her mind told her that he probably didn't mean any harm.
Misha chose to focus on selecting her dresses instead. The shop owner then showed her a blue blouse.
"This top is very nice," he said, taking the blouse from the rack. Misha turned suddenly to check it. In the process, her right breast brushed against the shop owner's left forearm for just a fraction of a second.
Both Misha and the shop owner were taken aback by the brief contact. It was a mere moment, but it sent a surge of electricity through Misha's body, which had not felt the touch of her husband for over four months.
As Misha made a quick move, his forearm accidentally pressed against her right breast for a moment. In that instant, he sensed the soft and firm nature of this refined lady's chest. The warmth radiated, and a slight adjustment of his hand could have easily led him to touch her nipple.
For the shop owner, that moment was unforgettable. He realized the firmness, heat, and sensuality of her breast, even through the fabric. His mind raced, and he quickly stopped his thoughts.
Misha, on the other hand, noticed his reaction. It was filled with lust and greed. She looked around and saw that none of the female agents were nearby. She quickly realized that it was risky to stay with this older, lustful man.
Recognizing her mistake, she made a move to step away, calling for Nyk.
The shop owner snapped back to reality and shouted, "Madam, Madam, where are you going? Why the rush?" He ran after her.
With his shouting, the female agents returned, and Misha swiftly took Nyk and left the shop.
"Sorry, my husband is waiting at home, and I have the keys," she explained as she hurried onto the street.
When Misha returned home, she had a special Thai mixed seafood rice and chicken soup for dinner. Nyk had been craving seafood rice, so she ordered it for him. Misha was conscious of her figure, so she usually stuck to a lighter dinner, like soup or vegetables.
Misha settled in beside her son, Nyk, as he continued to demand milk after dinner. It was time for him to drift into slumber, but Misha had no immediate plans to sleep herself. She lay there next to Nyk, offering him comfort as he slowly sipped milk from her.
Misha found it difficult to sleep. Loneliness filled the room, and she longed to make a call to Rukesh once her son had fallen asleep. She couldn't quite understand this odd sensation, whether it was the absence of her husband or the fact that she hadn't experienced physical intimacy for over five months.
Once Nyk was fast asleep, she quietly got up and retrieved her mobile phone. She wore a sexy nightdress with thin straps, its length ending at her knees. The dress was quite transparent, but she was cautious and put on an overcoat. Even inside her home, she was mindful of lurking creatures or spiders that might catch a glimpse of her figure.
She considered removing the overcoat and allowing the camera to capture her in her nightwear so that Rukesh could see her sexy and alluring figure. Her husband had often told her that she had the potential to be a super Bollywood actress or a model.
Rukesh was getting high feelings when he saw her in nude. Everytime, he was going to fuck badly to Misha, he just ended up within few minutes. The fuck between them last long only few minutes and Rukesh stopped like a running dog. He was not much into foreplay when she saw her, he needed to put his dick quickly and leave her thin cum on her. He often got up after fucking even before Misha was burning.
Rukesh was thinking that was the sex. He does not like to do blowjobs. He thinks it is very dirty. Misha was trying to slow down Rukesh everytime because she knew he would eject and sleep less than 5 minutes. But she could do nothing as He had a very low stamina level and he got tired after a few strokes.
Misha had never complained about the lack of physical intimacy in her marriage. Her love for Rukesh ran much deeper than mere sexual pleasure. Despite receiving numerous invitations from men since her college days, she had always turned them down. Even in Mumbai, where opportunities were plentiful, she had remained loyal to her husband, never crossing any boundaries.
She was a woman of her word and had kept her mangalsutra, a symbol of her marriage, pure and untarnished from the day she tied the knot. But today, she yearned for some pleasure, which is why she found herself in the living room.
She tried calling Rukesh, but he didn't pick up. Frustrated, Misha sighed and muttered, "Where is he?"
She removed her overcoat and threw it away before making another call to Rukesh. The message that came back crushed her hopes: "Darling, I'm dining with some senior Indian government officers and discussing our holiday plans. I'll call you tomorrow."
Misha was left feeling helpless. Her thoughts drifted back to the incident at the shop.
"I shouldn't have left so quickly," she mused, replaying the scene in her mind.
"I'm sorry, mister," she remembered saying to the shop owner.
"I don't think these tops suit me," Misha had said.
The shop owner had urged her to try the latest collection, which included a black crop top. Misha wasn't used to wearing such revealing clothing, but the blouse was undeniably attractive. She felt a strange impulse, though she wasn't quite sure what she was imagining. As she sat on the sofa, seemingly in a daze, Misha knew she would have to confront these feelings when she woke up.
"This crop top should match your figure, madam," the shop owner had said, his greedy eyes lingering on her body.
His lustful gaze stirred something within Misha, igniting a sudden spark in her body.
She decided she needed to try it on.
"Where is the trial room?" she asked in a playful tone.
He motioned for Misha to go to the trial room. She turned to check if he was following, making sure he wasn't. As she picked up the crop top, she felt that it was probably going to be quite revealing and maybe even a bit daring to wear. She hadn't thought about wearing such bold clothes before, and now she couldn't help but wonder why she was giving it a try. This was a new and unexpected choice for her, and it made her realize that she might be ready for a change.
The moment she stepped into the trial room, she swiftly secured the door and double-checked to ensure it was firmly locked. Then, with cautious eyes, she scanned the room, scrutinizing every corner for any lurking, prying lenses.
She removed her T-shirt, hanging it with reverence on the door handle as if it were an offering to the goddess of transformation. Gently, she embraced the new choice, and as it cascaded over her body, she met her reflection with a gasp of realization.
In the mirror, she encountered herself anew. The perfect black fabric played a tantalizing dance with her milky white skin, creating a visual harmony that captivated her. For the first time, she saw herself through a different lens – bold, confident, and unabashed.
Yet, as her fingers traced the curve of the neckline and the fabric's sensual embrace, a contrasting emotion began to stir within. The realization struck like lightning: it was undeniably revealing. Her metamorphosis unveiled not only her new external allure but also an uncharted journey of self-discovery, where boundaries would be tested and vulnerabilities exposed.
Her reflection in the mirror left her utterly spellbound. The provocative top had unveiled her navel in a way that was nothing short of shocking. It was as though a veil had been lifted, exposing this intimate part of her body to the world.
To be honest, her novel is one of the sexiest naval any man can see.
Update
Misha and Nyk were browsing through dresses in the shop.
"Yare, Kavya, bring some chocolate for this little one," the shop owner shouted to one of the female sales agents.
Misha quickly sensed that something was off about the situation. Her intuition was right, as a lady approached her.
"Madam, may I offer some chocolates to your baby?" she asked, gently rubbing Nyk's chin.
Misha looked at the lady and then at Nyk. She smiled and replied, "Yes, no problem."
The shop owner noticed this and said, "Kavya, show the baby some sports items while madam selects her dress."
Slyly, he had sent Nyk with Kavya, and Misha had no idea about this.
Meanwhile, Misha was examining some blouses. The shop owner tried to persuade her to buy a top he had selected, offering her a good discount because he thought it would complement her figure.
Misha heard his tone and quickly turned to look at him. She noticed how greedily he was staring at her ample breasts.
Angry feelings welled up inside her, but she decided not to blame him. A part of her mind told her that he probably didn't mean any harm.
Misha chose to focus on selecting her dresses instead. The shop owner then showed her a blue blouse.
"This top is very nice," he said, taking the blouse from the rack. Misha turned suddenly to check it. In the process, her right breast brushed against the shop owner's left forearm for just a fraction of a second.
Both Misha and the shop owner were taken aback by the brief contact. It was a mere moment, but it sent a surge of electricity through Misha's body, which had not felt the touch of her husband for over four months.
As Misha made a quick move, his forearm accidentally pressed against her right breast for a moment. In that instant, he sensed the soft and firm nature of this refined lady's chest. The warmth radiated, and a slight adjustment of his hand could have easily led him to touch her nipple.
For the shop owner, that moment was unforgettable. He realized the firmness, heat, and sensuality of her breast, even through the fabric. His mind raced, and he quickly stopped his thoughts.
Misha, on the other hand, noticed his reaction. It was filled with lust and greed. She looked around and saw that none of the female agents were nearby. She quickly realized that it was risky to stay with this older, lustful man.
Recognizing her mistake, she made a move to step away, calling for Nyk.
The shop owner snapped back to reality and shouted, "Madam, Madam, where are you going? Why the rush?" He ran after her.
With his shouting, the female agents returned, and Misha swiftly took Nyk and left the shop.
"Sorry, my husband is waiting at home, and I have the keys," she explained as she hurried onto the street.
When Misha returned home, she had a special Thai mixed seafood rice and chicken soup for dinner. Nyk had been craving seafood rice, so she ordered it for him. Misha was conscious of her figure, so she usually stuck to a lighter dinner, like soup or vegetables.
Misha settled in beside her son, Nyk, as he continued to demand milk after dinner. It was time for him to drift into slumber, but Misha had no immediate plans to sleep herself. She lay there next to Nyk, offering him comfort as he slowly sipped milk from her.
Misha found it difficult to sleep. Loneliness filled the room, and she longed to make a call to Rukesh once her son had fallen asleep. She couldn't quite understand this odd sensation, whether it was the absence of her husband or the fact that she hadn't experienced physical intimacy for over five months.
Once Nyk was fast asleep, she quietly got up and retrieved her mobile phone. She wore a sexy nightdress with thin straps, its length ending at her knees. The dress was quite transparent, but she was cautious and put on an overcoat. Even inside her home, she was mindful of lurking creatures or spiders that might catch a glimpse of her figure.
She considered removing the overcoat and allowing the camera to capture her in her nightwear so that Rukesh could see her sexy and alluring figure. Her husband had often told her that she had the potential to be a super Bollywood actress or a model.
Rukesh was getting high feelings when he saw her in nude. Everytime, he was going to fuck badly to Misha, he just ended up within few minutes. The fuck between them last long only few minutes and Rukesh stopped like a running dog. He was not much into foreplay when she saw her, he needed to put his dick quickly and leave her thin cum on her. He often got up after fucking even before Misha was burning.
Rukesh was thinking that was the sex. He does not like to do blowjobs. He thinks it is very dirty. Misha was trying to slow down Rukesh everytime because she knew he would eject and sleep less than 5 minutes. But she could do nothing as He had a very low stamina level and he got tired after a few strokes.
Misha had never complained about the lack of physical intimacy in her marriage. Her love for Rukesh ran much deeper than mere sexual pleasure. Despite receiving numerous invitations from men since her college days, she had always turned them down. Even in Mumbai, where opportunities were plentiful, she had remained loyal to her husband, never crossing any boundaries.
She was a woman of her word and had kept her mangalsutra, a symbol of her marriage, pure and untarnished from the day she tied the knot. But today, she yearned for some pleasure, which is why she found herself in the living room.
She tried calling Rukesh, but he didn't pick up. Frustrated, Misha sighed and muttered, "Where is he?"
She removed her overcoat and threw it away before making another call to Rukesh. The message that came back crushed her hopes: "Darling, I'm dining with some senior Indian government officers and discussing our holiday plans. I'll call you tomorrow."
Misha was left feeling helpless. Her thoughts drifted back to the incident at the shop.
"I shouldn't have left so quickly," she mused, replaying the scene in her mind.
"I'm sorry, mister," she remembered saying to the shop owner.
"I don't think these tops suit me," Misha had said.
The shop owner had urged her to try the latest collection, which included a black crop top. Misha wasn't used to wearing such revealing clothing, but the blouse was undeniably attractive. She felt a strange impulse, though she wasn't quite sure what she was imagining. As she sat on the sofa, seemingly in a daze, Misha knew she would have to confront these feelings when she woke up.
"This crop top should match your figure, madam," the shop owner had said, his greedy eyes lingering on her body.
His lustful gaze stirred something within Misha, igniting a sudden spark in her body.
She decided she needed to try it on.
"Where is the trial room?" she asked in a playful tone.
He motioned for Misha to go to the trial room. She turned to check if he was following, making sure he wasn't. As she picked up the crop top, she felt that it was probably going to be quite revealing and maybe even a bit daring to wear. She hadn't thought about wearing such bold clothes before, and now she couldn't help but wonder why she was giving it a try. This was a new and unexpected choice for her, and it made her realize that she might be ready for a change.
The moment she stepped into the trial room, she swiftly secured the door and double-checked to ensure it was firmly locked. Then, with cautious eyes, she scanned the room, scrutinizing every corner for any lurking, prying lenses.
She removed her T-shirt, hanging it with reverence on the door handle as if it were an offering to the goddess of transformation. Gently, she embraced the new choice, and as it cascaded over her body, she met her reflection with a gasp of realization.
In the mirror, she encountered herself anew. The perfect black fabric played a tantalizing dance with her milky white skin, creating a visual harmony that captivated her. For the first time, she saw herself through a different lens – bold, confident, and unabashed.
Yet, as her fingers traced the curve of the neckline and the fabric's sensual embrace, a contrasting emotion began to stir within. The realization struck like lightning: it was undeniably revealing. Her metamorphosis unveiled not only her new external allure but also an uncharted journey of self-discovery, where boundaries would be tested and vulnerabilities exposed.
Her reflection in the mirror left her utterly spellbound. The provocative top had unveiled her navel in a way that was nothing short of shocking. It was as though a veil had been lifted, exposing this intimate part of her body to the world.
To be honest, her novel is one of the sexiest naval any man can see.
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