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These are specially selected stories that I heard or got to know from known people with a high percentage of true incidents, still a bit modified to make them much better to read for our readers. Most stories are of married women in middle age. These women have one thing in common: they are arrogant, egoistic feminists. Who are not easy to get under a man's cock. So let's start with the first story.
Part 1 Mansi a loyal married women.
This story is about a women named Mansi. Happily Married women must be around 32 years old. Her husband's name is Rajeev. They got married 7 years ago and have a small kid as well, who is 6 years old now. Rajeev is a very hardworking man. He is almost the same age as Mansi, his wife, who is just 2 years older than him. currently works for a multinational company. Rajeev and Mansi met each other in their office, fell in love, and got married with family blessings. Rajeev's parents were living in their home town together, and Rajeev and Mansi were staying in Bombay as their jobs were there. After marriage, Mansi left the job because Rajeev was a bit overprotective of her. So she agreed and became a complete housewife. Talking about Mansi. She is 5 feet 7 inches tall and has a really white complexion. I won't say fair, as she was white like milk. So a fair word will not do justice. Like a doll, whenever she used to go out with Rajeev to malls or for dinner, many bystanders used to stare at her beauty. Even many women used to get jealous looking at her simple looks with that white skin color. She had those cute small lips, and a small black dot was above her upper lip on the side, which made her lips more attractive and juicy. Rajeev was in love with his loyal wife, and yes, she was very loyal to him as well. Coming from an educated family, Mansi knew the importance of money in life as well, so she used to spend less with maturity.
She used to get irritated with Rajeev sometimes when he gave money on an interest-free loan to his stupid friends as a gesture of help. Mostly always, he used to get money back as well, but once one of his friends His name is Rahul, and he was from the same small town where Rajeev was from, but Rahul was always interested in doing business rather than working under someone. So mostly he used to take loans from friends, and somehow he used to return them also, but this time Rahul could not return. Rahul and Rajeev were not that close friends, as they had an age gap. Rahul was 28 years old and 6 years younger than Rajeev, but because they were from the same village and small town, they knew each other, and in big cities like Bombay, people like to help each other. Rahul never came home before, and not at Rajeev's wedding either. He was just a casual friend; they used to meet mostly outside their homes or have occasional talks on the phone, but when Rajeev called him to return his money, Rahul said, "Bhai, I will give it in a few days. Rajeev was like, "Brother, if my wife gets to know, then I will get in trouble. Rahul was a decent person as well and mostly focused on achieving something in life. That is why his main attention was always on doing or finding different types of business work. Rahul said, "Don’t worry, Yaar Bhabee won't find it; I will come tomorrow only and return the money. Rajeev knew Mansi was always telling him not to lend money to anyone, as you never know about people, but Rajeev, being an emotional fool, still used to lend money to some of his needy relatives or friends.
Mansi was a housewife, but she used to budget their home every month from Rajeev's salary, and being such a beautiful young woman, Rajeev was also like a Joru ka gulaam in front of her. That night, Rajeev never told Mansi that he had lend 10,000 rupees to one of his friends, Rahul. He just did not want any fights at his home that night. He slept quietly in the hope that Rahul would come and return the money tomorrow.
The next day Rajeev went to work, and he dropped their son off at school on his way, as their son started school as well. They say play school is for kids. Mansi got busy with her housework, supervising her maid, who used to come every day for 1 hour for house chores. She went to the market in the meantime as well to buy some weekly-needed groceries. She used to make sure she was covered properly before going out, as Mansi knew that grocery store owners usually stared at her with bad eyes. So instead of wearing long skirts, which she used to prefer wearing at home, She used to wear Punjabi suits outside or sometimes tights under and long kurtis with a scarf as she did not want anyone to stare at her, but even today she was wearing tights under and a long kurti with a proper scarf on her neck. She knew few men looked at her. She ignored their dirty looks and continued to walk towards her regular grocery store. This store's name is Grocery is Yours. Quite a big store, like a supermarket, you can say. Must be made in a 1000-square-foot space. The owner of this super market was Mr. Sharma. The super market owner saw her from a distance and instantly sprayed some deo near him and on himself. He must be a middle-aged 45-year-old man with no hair on his head and a small, fat belly too, but this man was really lusty. He used to stare at all women coming into his big store, but at Mansi, he used to look at her really badly, like she was some meat in front of a dog. Come in, Mansi Ji, how do you do? She said, I am fine, thank you. She took a shopping trolley and walked inside to complete her grocery shopping. While Sharma was staring at her walks and her figure from far away. He left the cash counter and told a teller to watch. Followed her deliberately when she reached her. He saw an employee sales girl who was helping Mansi with offers on products, and he told that young girl. You go that way. I will help Mansi Ji. Mansi knew his intentions, and she said deliberately, "Hows bhabi ji shamra Bhaiya?" He got irritated, and Mansi smiled. He was so shameless when Mansi was checking some stuff from his shop shelves that he started to stare at her ass and say, "Wahhhh." Bhagwaan ka karishma hai, yeah, and he rubbed his tongue on his dirty black lips. Mansi turned quickly and said, "What happened, Sharma bhaiya?" He said, "Kuch nahe Mansi ji. Aap lijiyeah kuch bhee. Aap hee kee ka store hai. Again, when she turned to pick a few things from the shelves, Sharma started looking at her ass. Mansi had a thin, slim figure; her waist must be 27 to 28 still, and those ass curves in that long kurti were still visible, making her a real woman. Sharma rubbed his lund over his loose pants, seeing her small ass curves as she was walking, putting things in her basket, from lane to lane as it was a big store. Sharma followed her, deliberately telling her about offers on products and trying to see her cleavage in case she bent. Mansi had to tolerate it as she really liked the grocery quality in this market, and it was quite a big store too. She never liked going to small shops. Mansi never said a word to him and reached the payment counter. Sharma came to his senses, as his staff was there. After paying the bill, she turned back. Sharma said goodbye with his dirty eyes to Mansi's sexy small ass and her long hair, which she tied like a tail behind her head. So that people don’t look at her in a bad way, but still, she knew many cheap men looked at her badly. I don’t know what they will do if she wears a skirt or dress in front or gets ready nicely. With that thought, she came to her home. Her maid had completed housework also and said,Bhabee, you went to Sharma's store. She said yes. Bhabi bach kay rehnay uskee gandeee nazar hai bahut. I know Rekha. That asshole always looked at me badly, even though you can see how simple I am dressed. Maid Rekha said, "Aadmee toe hoeta hee ghatiya hai beebee ji. Mansi laughed. "Hehe, sahee keh rahee hai tu. Chaloe mein chaltee hun beebee ji lock kar loe. Ok rekha.
Part 1 Mansi a loyal married women.
This story is about a women named Mansi. Happily Married women must be around 32 years old. Her husband's name is Rajeev. They got married 7 years ago and have a small kid as well, who is 6 years old now. Rajeev is a very hardworking man. He is almost the same age as Mansi, his wife, who is just 2 years older than him. currently works for a multinational company. Rajeev and Mansi met each other in their office, fell in love, and got married with family blessings. Rajeev's parents were living in their home town together, and Rajeev and Mansi were staying in Bombay as their jobs were there. After marriage, Mansi left the job because Rajeev was a bit overprotective of her. So she agreed and became a complete housewife. Talking about Mansi. She is 5 feet 7 inches tall and has a really white complexion. I won't say fair, as she was white like milk. So a fair word will not do justice. Like a doll, whenever she used to go out with Rajeev to malls or for dinner, many bystanders used to stare at her beauty. Even many women used to get jealous looking at her simple looks with that white skin color. She had those cute small lips, and a small black dot was above her upper lip on the side, which made her lips more attractive and juicy. Rajeev was in love with his loyal wife, and yes, she was very loyal to him as well. Coming from an educated family, Mansi knew the importance of money in life as well, so she used to spend less with maturity.
She used to get irritated with Rajeev sometimes when he gave money on an interest-free loan to his stupid friends as a gesture of help. Mostly always, he used to get money back as well, but once one of his friends His name is Rahul, and he was from the same small town where Rajeev was from, but Rahul was always interested in doing business rather than working under someone. So mostly he used to take loans from friends, and somehow he used to return them also, but this time Rahul could not return. Rahul and Rajeev were not that close friends, as they had an age gap. Rahul was 28 years old and 6 years younger than Rajeev, but because they were from the same village and small town, they knew each other, and in big cities like Bombay, people like to help each other. Rahul never came home before, and not at Rajeev's wedding either. He was just a casual friend; they used to meet mostly outside their homes or have occasional talks on the phone, but when Rajeev called him to return his money, Rahul said, "Bhai, I will give it in a few days. Rajeev was like, "Brother, if my wife gets to know, then I will get in trouble. Rahul was a decent person as well and mostly focused on achieving something in life. That is why his main attention was always on doing or finding different types of business work. Rahul said, "Don’t worry, Yaar Bhabee won't find it; I will come tomorrow only and return the money. Rajeev knew Mansi was always telling him not to lend money to anyone, as you never know about people, but Rajeev, being an emotional fool, still used to lend money to some of his needy relatives or friends.
Mansi was a housewife, but she used to budget their home every month from Rajeev's salary, and being such a beautiful young woman, Rajeev was also like a Joru ka gulaam in front of her. That night, Rajeev never told Mansi that he had lend 10,000 rupees to one of his friends, Rahul. He just did not want any fights at his home that night. He slept quietly in the hope that Rahul would come and return the money tomorrow.
The next day Rajeev went to work, and he dropped their son off at school on his way, as their son started school as well. They say play school is for kids. Mansi got busy with her housework, supervising her maid, who used to come every day for 1 hour for house chores. She went to the market in the meantime as well to buy some weekly-needed groceries. She used to make sure she was covered properly before going out, as Mansi knew that grocery store owners usually stared at her with bad eyes. So instead of wearing long skirts, which she used to prefer wearing at home, She used to wear Punjabi suits outside or sometimes tights under and long kurtis with a scarf as she did not want anyone to stare at her, but even today she was wearing tights under and a long kurti with a proper scarf on her neck. She knew few men looked at her. She ignored their dirty looks and continued to walk towards her regular grocery store. This store's name is Grocery is Yours. Quite a big store, like a supermarket, you can say. Must be made in a 1000-square-foot space. The owner of this super market was Mr. Sharma. The super market owner saw her from a distance and instantly sprayed some deo near him and on himself. He must be a middle-aged 45-year-old man with no hair on his head and a small, fat belly too, but this man was really lusty. He used to stare at all women coming into his big store, but at Mansi, he used to look at her really badly, like she was some meat in front of a dog. Come in, Mansi Ji, how do you do? She said, I am fine, thank you. She took a shopping trolley and walked inside to complete her grocery shopping. While Sharma was staring at her walks and her figure from far away. He left the cash counter and told a teller to watch. Followed her deliberately when she reached her. He saw an employee sales girl who was helping Mansi with offers on products, and he told that young girl. You go that way. I will help Mansi Ji. Mansi knew his intentions, and she said deliberately, "Hows bhabi ji shamra Bhaiya?" He got irritated, and Mansi smiled. He was so shameless when Mansi was checking some stuff from his shop shelves that he started to stare at her ass and say, "Wahhhh." Bhagwaan ka karishma hai, yeah, and he rubbed his tongue on his dirty black lips. Mansi turned quickly and said, "What happened, Sharma bhaiya?" He said, "Kuch nahe Mansi ji. Aap lijiyeah kuch bhee. Aap hee kee ka store hai. Again, when she turned to pick a few things from the shelves, Sharma started looking at her ass. Mansi had a thin, slim figure; her waist must be 27 to 28 still, and those ass curves in that long kurti were still visible, making her a real woman. Sharma rubbed his lund over his loose pants, seeing her small ass curves as she was walking, putting things in her basket, from lane to lane as it was a big store. Sharma followed her, deliberately telling her about offers on products and trying to see her cleavage in case she bent. Mansi had to tolerate it as she really liked the grocery quality in this market, and it was quite a big store too. She never liked going to small shops. Mansi never said a word to him and reached the payment counter. Sharma came to his senses, as his staff was there. After paying the bill, she turned back. Sharma said goodbye with his dirty eyes to Mansi's sexy small ass and her long hair, which she tied like a tail behind her head. So that people don’t look at her in a bad way, but still, she knew many cheap men looked at her badly. I don’t know what they will do if she wears a skirt or dress in front or gets ready nicely. With that thought, she came to her home. Her maid had completed housework also and said,Bhabee, you went to Sharma's store. She said yes. Bhabi bach kay rehnay uskee gandeee nazar hai bahut. I know Rekha. That asshole always looked at me badly, even though you can see how simple I am dressed. Maid Rekha said, "Aadmee toe hoeta hee ghatiya hai beebee ji. Mansi laughed. "Hehe, sahee keh rahee hai tu. Chaloe mein chaltee hun beebee ji lock kar loe. Ok rekha.
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