Samaira

Tried this embroidered blouse at a boutique today. The sales guy said it “fits perfect” and zipped me up slowly. The mirror showed my soft belly shifting under the silk… a gentle warm surprise slipped out as he stepped closer 🦨💦 That trial room got risky.

Hubby knows I often slip up to the terrace for some fresh air… and sometimes fresh adventures. The neighbor from across joined me “to check the view.” His eyes on my saree pleats made me release a soft warm cloud right there in the breeze 😏💨 My soft belly loved the attention.

Sales team said this green saree “needs gold bangles to complete the look.” He held my wrist to try them on, validation seeking kicking in. A gentle warm puff escaped when his thumb brushed my soft waist. Oops 😈🍑💨

Sunday morning closet cleanup. Bent to grab those jeans and my younger tenant walked in with spare keys. That sleepy, stretched-out feeling hit — a slow warm whisper slipped from me while I held the pout. His jaw actually dropped 👃😈

“You always liked the coast,” he said. He remembered. From ten summers ago. Now he’s holding two drinks, offering me the one without ice. Says “some things are better warm”. The white wrap isn’t one of them. But his voice is. High tide at 5. It’s 4:42 🌊🍯

“Water pressure low” was the complaint. He came to fix it. Pressure is fine. My pulse isn’t. Says “should I check the terrace line?”. I say “check mine”. The pipe is dry. I’m not. 3pm traffic is loud. What happens at 3:01 won’t be 🔧💦

He walked past the pool twice already. Says “checking chlorine”. His eyes haven’t checked the water once. The wooden beam is warm, so is his stare. Husband’s upstairs on a call about work. Says he’ll be an hour. We both know an hour is a lifetime when the sun hits like this ☀️🖤

He came to fix the curtain rod. Brought his toolbox. Left it at the door. Says “light’s perfect here”. I say “I know”. His fingers brush the bedpost, not the rod. Says “should I wait?”. I say “for what”. The silence answers. And it’s loud 🛠️🛏️

He used to carry my school bag. Now he carries my secret. Says “slip sambhal”. I say “tu sambhal”. His eyes stuck where the lace cuts the black. Husband’s charger in the socket. His charger in me tonight. Voltage… you guess 🔌🖤

“Photo achhi aayi?” I asked, sending this. She replied “pose nahi, pause chahiye”. Now she’s here, fixing my hair, not fixing the pause. Her lipstick is close, my husband is closer, in the next room. Some pictures aren’t clicked. They’re lived. Develop it yourself 📸🍓

He delivers couriers for my husband’s office. Rings once, waits. Today he rang twice. Says “parcel heavy tha”. I say “I’m heavier”. His bike is still on. My heart isn’t off. Lift is under repair. Stairs take 3 mins. Choices take 3 seconds 🛵🖤

He walked past once. Then came back with no reason. Stands near the water wall, hands in pockets, eyes not on the water. Says “you look like you’re thinking”. I say “I am”. About decisions, consequences, and 17 minutes till my husband’s meeting ends. He has 16 ⏱️🖤

He messages “car downstairs, 5 min”. I’m already wearing his favourite shade. Husband’s call came mid-lipstick. I cut it. Said “network”. Backseat will know the truth. Streetlight will blink. Whether I come back in 5 or 50… depends on his grip 🚗🌙

Jeth ji’s business partner, 48, whiskey in hand, ring on finger. Pulled me to the VIP lounge “to talk deal”. Deal was my legs around his neck on the leather sofa. Said “your husband will thank me”. Husband thanked him next day. I thanked him three times that night.

Ex from college found me online. Blackmailed with old pics. Said “meet or I send to husband”. I met. Made him delete pics while I rode his face. Now he begs for new pics. Sends money instead. Hubby thinks I “do freelancing”. I do. Of flesh.

Cousin’s husband caught me here smoking once.Blackmail started. Said, bhabhi, one time. One time became lunch break ritual.Against this wall,his hands inside my romper,my teeth on his shoulder so no one hears.He stopped smoking. Now he’s addicted to me. Withdrawal symptoms daily.

Hubby installed CCTV in the hall “for safety”. Safety gaya bhaad mein. His younger brother and I use the blind spot behind this wall daily. He lifts my skirt, I bite his shoulder so I don’t scream. Husband watches footage at night. Fast forwards the boring parts. Misses me.

@Noterand1 Oh nothing baby She isn't well so he came for finishing her work He fell down while lifting something heavy May be that's why

Maid’s husband came to collect her salary. She wasn’t home. I was. Paid him in installments. First on the sofa, second against the curtains, third with my blouse in his teeth. He left limping. Said “hisaab clear”. Hisaab was my body. He overpaid.

@DominatingHer There should be a tight slap on his face right in front of class Later on a shift in dominance in private tution

@wildanimalkinky Ur growth is the only aim baby

@TemptingSamaira Lovely wife

Husband’s boss and his wife invited us for dinner. Wife went to washroom. I dragged him to the guest room, pressed against this wall, lifted this skirt, no panty to remove. Said “sir promotion”. He promoted me to his lap in 20 seconds. Wife clapped for my “speech” later.