Chapter 1

My name is Karishma and I am 34yrs old with a son Fazal aged 16yrs. I am definitely not beautiful to look at to catch anyone’s attention. At the same time, I am blessed with a figure of 34D-28-36 which does attract unwanted attention as I realized after this incident.

My husband Ali is 50yrs old and is a very well established businessman. He is a good man and takes care of us very well, surely above middle class family standards.

We do have sex once or sometimes twice a month when he feels like it. This surely does not satisfy my physical cravings but I don’t want to complain because masturbation is my best friend.

I do masturbate a few times every day either while reading erotica or watching porn videos. I cannot dare ask my husband for sex because he is very orthodox in his line of thoughts.

So I try to satisfy myself the only other way I can. Yes, I do look forward to Ali getting in the mood more often if and when that ever happens. I am not going to talk about Ali’s size because I don’t need to.

Let’s just agree that he is sizeable enough to get me pregnant and big enough to make love to me when he gets in the mood to fuck me. Let me also mention that he was the first man to deflower me and take my virginity.

Despite all this I have never considered venturing outside my marriage because the very thought of the consequences sends shivers up my spine.

Yes, I do fantasize about a lot of men but that is purely in my fantasies to help myself orgasm nicely. I have read many stories here and already know that I have a below average bedroom life than what you would call normal but I have learned to live with it.

I know that after a busy and stressful day, a husband only can do so much in the bedroom so I fully understand. I used to work before marriage as a school teacher but quit to become a dedicated housewife and mother because my husband wanted that.

This incident which I am about to tell you, was the turning point in my life and I am forever thankful to almighty to make it happen. It was time for the annual sports meet which I only have to attend because Ali finds it a waste of time.

He does not even come to the parent teacher’s meetings despite getting repeated stinkers from the school. So let me tell you about my dressing, at home I am free to wear anything I wish including aggressive and revealing western clothes.

But when we have visitors or if I have to step out then I am mandated to only wear sarees. Yes, I am allowed to wear modern blouse designs but I have to be fully covered with the saree.

My blouse designs are quite up to date with the trends with a wide open back and plunging necklines. My petticoat is always as low as I could safely tie it before it slides off by itself.

I am not an exhibitionist but I like to feel good to flaunt the only nice thing I have ... my body. I am so used to men ogling at me or making cat calls also. I am past letting that affect me negatively, instead it makes me feel good.

I feel very good to be in so much demand despite not being beautiful. I love Ali for giving me this freedom because otherwise I would be roaming around wearing a veil on top of my clothes covered up from head to toe like it is mandatory in our faith.

My son Fazal, is growing into a nice young man blessed with a great physique. He is outstanding in sports but average in his studies. Ali does not mind his performance in studies because he is clearly going to join his business.

So that day I dressed in a bright yellow chiffon saree to attend the sports meet. Today I wanted to be at my best because my son was participating in many of the competitions and I was really proud of him.

I wore minimum makeup because I prefer it that way. I hate to look at women who simply look plastered with makeup trying to hide the reality underneath.

I reached the school on time to be greeted by my excited son. Fazal got me a seat in the area only reserved for teachers because that had the best view.

He had struck a deal with his physical instructor and principal because my son was one of the best in the school when it came to sports. So I settled in my seat surrounded by teachers.

I felt like a VIP sitting there with the best view. Right next to me, the newly appointed principal Mr. Akash was seated. Today was the first time I was meeting him.

He looked like an average middle aged man with a small pot belly. I chuckled to myself that maybe he should also participate in sports so it helps him loose some belly fat.