Next day full time was similar to previous day. I slept long hours in day time reserving to be awake at night. By seven Praveen called on hone to tell that he had to leave to Delhi on urgent work and would be back after four days. I felt bad but wished him good in his work. Night it was difficult. I was wondering how I was spending so many years without any male hug and how come this man, in two nights has made me to miss his hug desperately. I was very desperate for a tight hug and kisses and his big phallus. B I had to wait for four days.
It was nearing eight. I had no mood to prepare dinner. I had some bread and I prepared sandwich for dinner with milk. I felt difficult to pass time. I remembered the saree which Parveen had presented and decided to give the blouse for stitching. I had no mood to step out of house. So I googled to see if any home service is available to collect the cloth from home and deliver. There was few but one shop I though is good because the designs displayed in the site were very good. I called the number and a lady answered. I told my requirement and she took my address and told that the master would visit to collect and I should keep one measurement blouse ready for reference.
I changed to the georgette night which Praveen had presented. It was very transparent and had very plunging neck. The inner was halter neck type. I looked at myself and felt Praveen standing on my back and hugging me. There was an immediate rush of blood, and my body warmed up with the thought itself. I felt unbearable wetness between my legs and a sort of orgasmic feeling. My left hand went down to my hot spot and right was squeezing my boobs. Right at that time, the bell rang. Hurriedly I wore the outer wrap and went to open the door. The AXE perfume filled the room. He was as handsome as any Bollywood or Hollywood hero. Very good complexion, black curly hair, wide chest and ripping muscles.
I opened the door and the master tailor was there. I called him inside and gave one of my old blouses for reference and the new one to be stitched. He opened his design book and showed few recommendations. He was sitting opposite to me and while seeing the design book, as I had bent forward my full cleavage was visible to him. But I didn’t care much. I selected one backless design. He asked how much should he keep the neckline depth, saying that the reference blouse which I had given was very old type and now a days neck has to be more deeper. I asked him to increase by two inches. Then he was ready to leave but I thought of offering him some juice.
I asked him to be seated and went to kitchen. But the stock of soft drinks had exhausted. I asked him if he would like tea or coffee but he declined saying it was very hot and normally he won’t drink tea and coffee. Now having asked him to take some drink I was left blank. So I filled two glasses of champagne which was with me and brought it with some cried cashew. He was surprised but was modest to take glass from my hand.
We sat just talking about the tailoring business etc. He told that his name is Madhusudhan and he owns the shop as well as he runs a gym nearby. The drink was taking my senses off. Then Madhu asked me if he can take actual measurements so that the blouse can be stitched perfect, as the reference blouse seemed old. I nodded and he took out the measuring tape. Our drawing room light is normally dim. He took my shoulder measurement and wrote 14 ” in his book. As the blouse design was sleeveless but he took measurement of arm hole for which I had to remove the outer gown. I could see his eyes ogled on my boobs visible from the thin material and the deep neck.
With the self-help activity which I was doing before his arrival which had left me half stage of an orgasm, and drinks, I was already out of my senses. Mind was filled up with Praveen’s big phallus. Madhu was noting the measurement of my chest. He circled his tape around me and adjusted to read the tape. His left palm was fully cupping my right breast at that time. I was losing my grip. I had half closed my eyes. Madhu sensing my mood dropped the tape and pressed the boob firmly. I could not object but stood still.
His hand moved to the back of my neck and pulled the thread of the inner gown which fell to the carpet exposing me in my birthday suit. His left hand now cupped my pussy and I widened my thighs. His fat fore finger quickly found the spot and started to work fast. He bent me little bit backwards and dug his face in the small valley between my huge boobs. Licking round and round he reached the nipples and was suckling like a hungry cat. His finer was now moving faster and rubbing my clitoris. I orgasmed soon, once twice and more. My legs had lost strength to stand. Madhu then made me to sit on the sofa and he sat on carpet. Widening my thighs he dug his face in between. I further widened allowing more access to this long, hot tongue. I was holding his head and pressing him deeper in to me. His tongue was creating magic in my body, I was in seventh heaven. His hot tongue moved all along the vulva, side walls of my vagina and further deep. I squirted on his face after few more orgasm.
I could not wait further. I urged him to carry me to the bed and push his tool in me. I was begging but he continued his oral ministrations. I was unable to even stand. Madhu carried me with ease to the bed. My cunt was wet like a monsoon road. I helped him to undress fully and held his penis. OMG, it was hard as rock. Hot, fat and long. My mind compared with Praveen. Madhu had much bigger weapon to attach or please me. Our mouths joined for a millionth time. Our tongues mingled and juices exchanged. He was constantly pressing my boobs, squeezed the nipples and bit my shoulders. I cried unable to withstand happiness. I was now begging him to enter. Smiling at me he finally entered. The copulation achieved with no problem although I felt as if I am losing my virginity for second time. Our mating was very tight and full. He then silently made love to me or shall I say he fucked me. He went on and on and on. I was initially moaning softly, then loudly and finally as crying with ecstasy. There was no indication of him stopping. I raised my legs high and placed on his shoulders. He was still going on strong without any stop. He halted for a while for long kisses. Then continued as if he was starting fresh. I had experienced orgasm may be hundred times? Who know, I was in seventh heaven. Finally I could feel his veins thickening inside me and he ejaculated in spasms. Initially his love juice entered me in trickle, then in stream and finally flooded me.
He rested on me. His head was on my boobs while I played on his hair. We were still copulated. He was as tight as in the beginning. I had locked him with my legs and hands; We lay still engaged for ten, fifteen or say half an hour. I tried to pull out of him but he was very tight. I was wondering if we have had a dog knot.
Madhu then started again. This time we had sex for longer time than first. I had no strength and had completely surrendered to him. Finally we de-copulated and lay on the bed for some time. We got up and dressed. Only then I came to my senses. I was feeling bad about what happened. He also felt bad and apologized and told sorry several times. I told him to send the blouse with some other boy or I would go over to his shop and collect. He understood that I am avoiding him and he left after few minutes.
I was tiered. Had dinner and then tried to sleep. Surprisingly I was feeling some happiness within me. I didn’t know the reason. Felt light weight and was smiling myself for no particular reason. I checked the sheets and there was big patches, puddle of his semen which overflowed from my vagina. Again I smiled and thought of changing the sheets. But somehow I decided not to and slept on the wet patches left from our combined love juices in the evening. As I was tiered and mentally, physically content I got good sleep.
I got up late in the morning. Maid came, cleaned the house, had kept BF ready. I went out for some grocery shopping and returned. Lunch, sleep, TV and some work out on tread mill and Pilatus, My husband called me on phone and enquired. He told that his work is going on well and may get bit delayed in returning. I hung up after some formal enquiries. Somehow the night was spent in recollecting events in past two days and pleasuring myself on bed. I was enjoying masturbation earlier but now I felt there is nothing compared to the Real sex.
Two more dry days were spent, with same routine, wake up late, BF, see TV, eat, sleep. I was waiting for call from Praveen and as told by him he was to return at night. Evening he called me and regretted that due to unforeseen circumstances, he got held up and he would finish work in a weeks time, thereafter would go to meet his wife and return after three weeks. That was hell of lot time. I felt sad but I had no right to force him to return.
So I resigned to my old routine. A week was over. As told Madhu sent the blouse with a small boy. Inside the packet there was a visiting card which I had not seen. Curiously I read. It was from private number of Madhu. I kept it in the shelf and then was back to my routine. In the afternoon automatically I took the card and gave a miss call to Madhu. Soon he called back and told that he knew that I could call him soon. I just told that I called to tell that the blouse is bit loose, whereas it was correct. He teased saying that that cannot be true as he had stitched it carefully remembering my figure in front of his eyes. I told that he can come and check himself. He laughed and told that he would be coming in the evening at seven and would have dinner with me.