Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 32 – Pihu’s Sexy Measurements At The Tailor's Shop

Those who have been reading the erotic story of me and my wife Pihu since the first day, will know how much I enjoy exposing my wife in front of others and sharing my lovely wife with them, whether the person in front is young or old, it does not matter to me. I always keep on thinking about how I can openly expose my wife in front of others. And in doing this, both of us, especially Pihu, have to face difficulties sometimes. And sometimes she is forced to get fucked by that man even if she does not want to. But she never refuses anyone. She always takes her decision according to the situation and if possible, she also gets fucked by that man. This story is also something like this, where once again I trap her, where she is forced to get fucked by a stranger even if she does not want to. Anyway, now let's come to the story. This story is during Durga Puja (The biggest festival in West Bengal). It was the month of October and there were 10 or 12 days left for Puja. But this is the time of the year when usually I have a lot of work in my office. And I am forced to work till late night. And sometimes I have to work even after coming home. Most people think that a government employee probably does not have to do much work. But in reality it is not so, at least not in my case. Anyway, coming back to the story. I used to be busy with my office work. And I had to work even after coming home. And that is why I was not able to give much time to Pihu. But she is very understanding, she also knows my work and responsibility, so she never complains to me about this. So one day I got some relief in the office, and I returned home from office a little earlier than usual. I saw that it was the occasion of Puja, and all the people either go for a walk or go shopping. I thought that today I should take Pihu out for a walk. I called her and said, “Darling, come, let us go to watch a movie today.” She immediately agreed to go for an outing. But she said, “We will do some shopping before the movie. Our Puja shopping is still pending, Bijan. I have to get a new blouse stitched for Durga Puja. I don't like readymade clothes.” After marriage, every year Pihu does our Puja shopping herself. I never go with her for Puja shopping. I thought that this year also she would have already done our Puja shopping. Due to work pressure, I forgot to ask her. Now I came to know that our Puja shopping is still pending. I told her, “Darling, you should have told me this earlier. Puja is so close, now no tailor will take a new order, we will go after paying double the price. I thought that like every year, you would have done your shopping yourself.” She said, “What is the harm in trying? And I was going to do shopping tomorrow or day after tomorrow anyway. You asked me to go out today, so I thought that I will do the shopping with you today.” I laughed after hearing her, but agreed. I told her, "Okay, you get ready quickly, we will do our Puja shopping today. Then we will have to find a tailor for you. Go quickly and get ready." Both of us did shopping first. I bought a saree for Pihu and a shirt-pant for myself, and do the shopping for our other family members. Pihu chose the pink fabric for her blouse, which would suit her fair complexion. After shopping, we had dinner at a restaurant. Then we watched a romantic movie, which also had some hot scenes. While watching the movie, I was caressing her thighs, and her pussy became wet. I caressed her pussy over her panty as well. We left for home at 11.30 pm. It was quite late in the night, but due to the Puja, there was a huge crowd of people and the car on the way. Before returning home, we had met many tailors, but all of them refused to take new orders at that time. I even offered them double payment, but they did not agree. All the tailors said the same thing that they would not take any new orders right then, there is already pressure of orders. If possible, we should come after the Puja. Pihu was a little disappointed by all this. She thought that some tailor would stitch her blouse in the greed of double payment. But this did not happen. I consoled her and said, “Don't lose your heart, darling. We will come again tomorrow and try again.” She did not say anything, and kept looking out of the car window. She was wearing a light blue colored saree, which was sticking to her gorgeous body and her boobs and ass were protruding from that saree. She was sitting next to me in the car. I was continuously talking to her, but her eyes were on the shops on the way. She was looking at the boards of every shop carefully, hoping to find a tailor's shop. Half the way had passed. I saw three tailor's shops, but all were closed. My heart sank. I felt bad for Pihu. Poor girl might not be able to wear a new blouse with a new saree this year. Just then we were passing through a market, where there were many shops. Our house was some away from there. And some shops in the market were still open. And then her eyes fell on a board - 'Salim Tailoring House'. And on seeing that shop, Pihu immediately said to me, "Bijan, stop the car, and park it on the side." I looked at her in surprise, but stopped the car. I said to Pihu, "What happened, darling? Why did you ask me to stop?" She picked up the bundle of clothes and headed towards that shop without saying anything. I immediately parked the car and followed her. The shutter of the shop was half closed, but a faint light was visible inside. She bent down and started entering the shop. I shouted after her to stop, "Pihu, stop! It is not right to enter the shop so late in the night. We will come tomorrow." But she did not stop. She took the clothes and entered the shop from under the shutter. I too was forced to enter the shop behind her.


The atmosphere of the shop was not at all like it seemed from outside. The shop was much smaller than I had expected. There was only space for two or at most three people in the shop. An old bulb was burning inside the shop, which was giving out dim light. And the light was not able to see even one corner of the shop properly, let alone the whole shop. Some clothes were lying scattered on the floor. And the sound of a sewing machine was coming from a corner of the shop, which stopped working as soon as we both entered the shop. And from behind that machine, I saw a thin and dark shadowy silhouette figure. And it came out from behind the machine and started coming forward. Pihu was standing right in front of me, she also saw that shadowy figure coming towards us. And she got scared and came two steps back and stood next to me. That shadowy figure came forward and stood under the light, and I saw that he was an old man, whose age could be anything from 60 to 70. He was very thin and all his hair was white. He was wearing a kurta and lungi. He had an inch tape hanging from his neck and a pencil hanging from his ear. Looking at him, it seemed that he was an old but hardworking tailor. He first looked at me. And then at Pihu. His eyes roamed from her face to her feet. And then he said, “The shop is closed. You all go home. Come tomorrow.” His voice was harsh but strong. His words created a strange stir in my heart. He was constantly staring at Pihu's body, and his eyes were piercing her tits and pussy under her saree. I did not like his look much at first. Then he looked at me and said, “Sir, it is not right to go out so late at night with such a beautiful woman. This area is not good. You all go tonight, come tomorrow morning. Whatever work is there, I will do it.” That old man was talking to us in a very soft manner and was looking straight into our eyes. But still I did not like this atmosphere very much. I was feeling suffocated. I whispered in Pihu's ear, "Pihu, let's go from here. We will come tomorrow." But she completely ignored me and brought a light smile on her lips and said to that old man, "Uncle, we are new to this area. Our house is far from here. We do not know any other tailor. While passing by, we saw the name of your shop, so we came here. My name is Pihu. I want to get a new blouse stitched for Durga Puja. We have visited many tailor shops, but no one is ready to take our order. Please do not disappoint me." Hearing Pihu's words, the old man smiled a little. There was mischief in his smile. He said, "Madam, you have come quite late. There are only a few days left for the Puja. At this time no tailor will take your order. And secondly, I already have a lot of work. I cannot take any more orders." Hearing this, Pihu again became disappointed. But she again requested, "Uncle, no matter how much work you have, you have to stitch only one blouse, you can stitch it. Isn't it? Please take my measurements. Otherwise I won't be able to wear new clothes in this Puja. Please uncle." Pihu was trying her best to impress that old man with her words, but I said nothing, instead quietly sat on a chair kept at a corner. My silence was probably giving her more courage. The tailor once looked at Pihu with deep eyes and said, "Okay, Madam, I will stitch your blouse. You stand. I will take your measurements." Pihu became happy after hearing his words. She happily stood up to give her measurements. I remained silent and started looking at both of them. Some strange thoughts were going on in my mind. My gut feeling was repeatedly screaming that something is definitely going to happen in the near future. Pihu stood in front of him. She handed over the cloth she had bought for the blouse to the old man and said, “Take this cloth for my blouse. You have to take the measurement for that only.” The tailor took the cloth from Pihu and ran his slender fingers over it and then said, “Okay madam, I have checked the cloth. Now I need the measurement of your curvy body. You stand like this.” He waved both his hands and showed her how to stand. Now the old man was staring at my wife's body without any hesitation. And I started feeling happy seeing him. I had understood his style of luring ladies but now I was waiting to confirm it.


The old tailor said to Pihu, "Madam, come, let me take your measurements first." Saying this, he came to her with the inch tape. Pihu suddenly said, "Uncle, will you be able to take my measurements properly? I mean that I want my blouse to fit perfectly, there should be no mistake." The old man laughed a little after listening to her and then said, "I have been working in ladies tailor shop for more than 50 years, Madam. Till date, my fingers have never taken anyone's wrong measurements. And neither have I given anyone a chance to complain till date. I hope, I will not give you such a chance either. Actually you can say that I see and measure with my fingers. You stand quietly and let me do my work." Pihu was probably feeling ashamed of her own question, she said, "No uncle, I did not mean that at all. You take my measurements." Then that old man stood in front of my wife and made her open her arms on both sides. Then he removed the anchal of the saree (lapel) from Pihu's chest and placed it on the ground. This made Pihu a little shy. Both her tits covered by the blouse were emerging dangerously in the front. I sat quietly and started looking at that man in despair. At first, for some time, that man admired my wife's beauty and her boobs to his heart's content. Perhaps Pihu was also feeling a little uncomfortable due to his gaze, but she had nothing else in her hand. She was standing in front of that man with her arms spread on both sides. After looking at her carefully for some time, that man finally started taking her measurements. When Pihu goes out with me, and when she wears a saree, most of the time she wears sleeveless, backless and deep cut blouse. She was wearing the same kind of blouse even today. And when that old man removed the end of the saree from her chest, she was standing only in her sleeveless and deep cut blouse. And both her boobs were peeping out from inside that blouse. That man started moving his palms on my wife's open arms and armpits. Then he took his hand on the torso, on the ass, and finally on the legs, from top to bottom. Before Pihu could say anything, he came behind her and suddenly grabbed Pihu's boobs in his hands, starting from the back exposed by the blouse. And started pressing her boobs slowly. Seeing his actions, not only Pihu but even I was surprised. I was surprised to see such courage of a 70-year-old man. He was pressing my wife's boobs in front of me on the pretext of taking her measurements! But I remained silent, the thing that was surprising me even more was Pihu's silence. When that old man was pressing her boobs from behind, she did not refuse him even once nor did she say anything. Instead, she was standing in front of me and feeling the touch of that old man's hands on her boobs! Seeing this, the cuckold husband inside me got relief once again. While he was pressing my wife's boobs, the part of his dick was rubbing against her ass. His passion for continuously pressing her boobs and inserting his dick in the crack of her ass was increasing. I could not remain silent any longer and asked him, "Do you measure all women like this?" The old man looked at me once. There was clearly a mischievous smile on his face. Maybe he understood why I was asking him this question. He said continuing smiling mischievously, "Yes, of course. I have many other methods of taking measurements, if I need, I use them too." I said, "So they don't say anything to you? Do they quietly let you take measurements like this?" Hearing my words, he laughed again and said, "Your wife is also standing quietly in front of you and giving me her measurements, doesn’t she? The rest of the women also let me do my work like this. When I touch the body parts of women, they don't say anything to me. Because they know, this is my way of working. And I have been doing my work like this for 50 years and will do it in future too. I see the body of a woman through my fingers. I have seen, touched, measured many women, but I will admit that I have never seen beauty like your wife before today." I understood that that man must be saying something like this to every woman. This was his trick. That pervert tailor was still caressing and pressing Pihu's boobs. Anyway, he started taking the measurement again. In between, he would hold and lift Pihu's boobs, so that he could take the correct measurement. His actions had started to make me feel some sensation inside me but Pihu did not pay much attention. And I myself also did not want to show that I was feeling sensation. He could do whatever he wanted with my wife, I had no problem with that. After he took the measurements, Pihu stood a little away from him. He said to Pihu, “I have taken your measurements properly madam, by the way what is your bra size?” She was a little shocked at his question. But she said shyly, “34.” The man asked again, “And the cup size?” Pihu again replied shyly, “D.” Nodding his head, he said, “I thought yes… I did measure but I thought it would be better to ask you once, which bra size do you wear and what is your cup size. That way I will understand the size of your blouse.” The old man now gave Pihu an old photo album and said, "This album has blouses of many designs, which I have measured, cut and stitched. And their craftsmanship is unmatched. Show me the kind of blouse you want to get stitched." Pihu took the album from his hand and while turning the pages, her eyes stopped on a deep neck blouse with a string on the back. She liked that design. Showing him that design, she said, "I like this design. Please stitch a similar blouse for me." He also looked at it and said, "Madam, it will look very good on your firm boobs. I will have to give in to your choice." I felt a little strange at his comment, but then I thought that this is the normal language of tailors. Looking at Pihu once again, he said, “Madam, do one thing, I already have blouses of your size and design of your choice. Try one of them and then let me know. This will help me cut and stitch your blouse properly. And your blouse will fit you well. You wait, I will bring it right away.” His language was so open that Pihu started feeling shy. But thinking it to be his professional style, she remained silent. And so did I. The atmosphere was moving in my favor, due to which I might get a chance to see Pihu getting fucked by a stranger once again. He once again went inside the shop. And in two-three minutes he came back with a similar blouse.


He gave the blouse to Pihu and said, "Madam, you try this blouse on. And tell me." Pihu took the blouse from his hand and said, "Okay, I will try it on. But where is your trial room here?" He said laughing, "Madam, you make good jokes. Where will I get a trial room in this small shop of mine, tell me?" Pihu was a little surprised and said, "Then where will I wear it?" He replied laughing again, "Where else? Right here." Pihu said nervously, "How can I change here?" He said, "Why, what is the problem in this? Your husband is sitting in front of you. And then there is me. I am an old man, why should you be shy of me? Come on, quickly try it on and share it with me. Don't delay." Now I said to Pihu, "Darling, it is very late, and we are also getting late to go home. Don't delay any more, you change here." Pihu did not want to do this at all, but in the excitement of getting the blouse stitched and on my insistence, she agreed. She slowly removed the sari from her chest and took it off and placed it on the floor and started opening the buttons of the blouse she was wearing. And then she took off the blouse. Now my wife was standing in front of a 70-year-old pervert old man in her bra and petticoat. But when she went back to wear the new blouse, the old man stopped her and said, “Madam, try the blouse without your bra. Otherwise, the size and fitting cannot be judged.” Pihu looked at me once and I asked her to do so by gestures. She was forced to take her hands behind her back and opened the hook of her bra and removed that bra from her body and threw it on the floor. And in a moment, both her fair tits were openly exposed in front of that pervert old man. The old man started staring at Pihu's naked boobs with his eyes. Pihu's head had lowered in shame, but I was taking advantage of this scene. I saw that a bulge had started appearing in the old man's lungi, just like it had started appearing in my pant as well. Now Pihu quickly wore that blouse. But then she realized a problem, how to tie the string on her back. Seeing her hesitating, the old man went to her and asked, "Any problem, madam?" She told him. Pihu was only in her petticoat and above that was only that half-open blouse with string. He looked at her and said, "Give it to me, I will tie it." Pihu hesitated a little, but still stood with her back towards him. He started tying the strings one by one, in just three strings, Pihu realized that this blouse is a little tight. She said, "It is getting very tight for me!" Now the old man also realized, so he started opening the string again and said, "Madam, it seems this is small, I will bring a bigger size than this." Before Pihu could say anything, he himself removed the blouse from her arms and went back. When the blouse was removed, Pihu was naked from above. He too had removed the blouse so quickly that she did not even get a chance to hide her boobs. She could have said something, but by then he had gone. She quickly hid her tits with her arms.


After a while, the old man returned and he had a new blouse in his hand. He handed the blouse to Pihu. She wore the blouse. The old man started tying the strings of her blouse again. He tied a knot and asked her to raise her arms. Pihu raised her arms and he started looking at the fitting carefully and said, “Madam, this size is absolutely correct. And this will fit you. I will stitch it in this size.” Pihu asked him, “When will you give me this blouse?” Hearing this, a mischievous smile again bloomed on the face of the old tailor. He did not say anything, on the contrary, he started staring at Pihu. She did not understand anything at first. She looked at me in surprise. I was as surprised as she was. But looking at the expression on the old man's face, it was clear that something must be going on in his mischievous mind. Pihu asked him again, “Tell me uncle when will you stitch my blouse for me?” Now the old tailor looked at her with deep eyes and said, “Madam, if you take off all your clothes and get naked in front of me, then I will stitch your blouse and get it ready before the Puja. Otherwise it will be impossible for me to stitch this blouse during the Puja.” His words not only hit Pihu but also my ears like a bomb. Pihu looked at the old man in shock and then at me. Then she lowered her eyes in shame. She had never thought that a 70-year-old skinny old man would take advantage of her helplessness in this way. But I liked this thing said by the old man. So I did not say anything. I just started looking at both of them. This thing was probably shocking Pihu even more. She thought that I would now get angry, abuse the tailor, and take her out of the shop. But nothing like that happened. I sat quietly and looked at both of them. My silence was a shock for her. Pihu looked at me and said angrily, “Come Bijan, let's go home. I don't want anything stitched.” Saying this she turned around, but before that the tailor quickly got up and ran and closed the shutter completely. Then he came back and said, “Sir, may God give you a lot of progress, may he always keep you happy. I will not only stitch this blouse, but as long as I am alive, I will stitch all the clothes of your house for free, that too on priority. I have never seen such a beautiful woman before. Such amazing youth! Please sir, I want to see your wife naked.” I remained silent even after hearing his words. But Pihu looked into his eyes and said, “You are taking advantage of my helplessness. Do you think that if you strip me naked, my husband will not say anything? You will have to grind flour in jail for the rest of your life for this shit!” But her threat had no effect on that old man. On the contrary, he kept laughing loudly. Then he said, “I have not turned my hair, beard and pubic hair white in the sun just like that, madam. My eyes can sense everything beforehand. I can tell what kind of person he is just by looking at his face. Your husband is a number one impotent man. If he was a real man, he would not have sat quietly and watched whatever was happening to his wife for so long. He would have taken you away from here long ago. But he did not go. This can mean two things, one, maybe he has seen you getting fucked by someone else before. Or two, he wants to see his wife getting fucked by someone else in front of his eyes. If my guess isn’t wrong, then the first guess is probably correct. Isn't it? You have got fucked by other men many times before today in front of your husband, right?" Pihu was shocked to hear that old man and looked at me once. But I did not say anything to him, nor to that old man. I just sat at my place like a stone statue. Seeing me sitting quietly, the courage of that old man increased even more. He again said to Pihu, "Look Madam, you are not a virgin girl. You are a married woman. So it is obvious that you must have got fucked by your husband hundreds of times. And when neither you nor your husband are responding to my words, it means my doubt was correct. You have got fucked by other men many times in front of your husband. So if you get fucked by me once more, your beauty will not decrease. Your husband is sitting right in front of me, I will not do much. Just let me see your real youth and give me just one chance to fuck you. I will stitch all your clothes for free throughout my life. Show me your youth, madam. Nothing else.” There was a strange fire in his words. The heat of which was probably affecting Pihu. She did not move from her place, she kept standing on her place. That old tailor went to her without hesitation. Neither I stopped him, nor did Pihu. He pulled the string of Pihu's petticoat. The petticoat also slid down. I knew that today Pihu had deliberately not worn any panty under her petticoat. I had already known that when I had touched her pussy under the saree and petticoat in the cinema hall. When I asked her, she answered me smilingly, "Consider this a surprise gift from me for you, darling." Neither she nor I knew that the real surprise was in her destiny. When the old man pulled down Pihu's petticoat, in one go Pihu's clean, hairless pussy was revealed to him. The man came in front of Pihu and started caressing her pussy lovingly. His touch sent electricity through Pihu's body. He said softly, "Madam, your pussy is very beautiful. It has been ages since I saw such a soft, delicate and hairless pussy. Thank you very much for showing me your secret treasure." Saying this, he ran one of his fingers over Pihu's pussy, then he looked at Pihu's face and said smilingly, "Look, Madam, look at the condition of your pussy. It has become so wet! Who knows since when it was releasing its juice? Now I will have to do something. Right?" He asked this question to Pihu while looking at her, but Pihu did not answer him. She herself would not have thought that her own body would also behave like this with him. She kept her head down in shame and stood at her place. I also remained silent. My silence probably gave her courage. While looking at me with her corner of the eyes she said to the old tailor man softly, “Then what are you thinking? First lick and clean my wet pussy in front of this coward man, then fuck me.” (Contd.)

 

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