Hello everyone, my name is Uday from Andhra. I am 38 years old, 5’10” tall, and weighing 85 kg. I am not so good-looking with a bald head. This story is about my wife Radha. She is a typical south Indian woman. She was a bombshell at the age of 33, with 5’7″ height and 36″ breast. Any man would give her a second look. She has a very good physique, and the right shapes in the right places. She id not good at cooking. This story is about a chapati street seller and my wife.<\/p>\n
Every evening, I used to have chapati, fulka, or poori as an evening snack. The street seller’s name was Parakh.<\/p>\n
Let me describe him guys. He is a Rajasthani and not a muscleman. He was just a simple man with 6 feet height and might be weighing 95 kg with an average tummy.<\/p>\n
His wife was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was 5’7″, full white, and her boobs were unimaginable. They had 3 children, all girls aged 6 years, 4 years, and an infant.<\/p>\n
As I was a regular customer for him, we used to have a general chats every day. His wife had all female children and no male child, so he was desperate to have a male child. Both of them used to work hard from 2 pm to 10 pm to make their living.<\/p>\n
The place at which they used to do business was a small 5\u00d76 room with an attached storeroom (later my wife told me). And daily, he used to cook different curries.<\/p>\n
One day my wife and I had tiffin from there. And my wife liked the curry. That night, I asked my wife to learn about curry of such type. The next day, she watched YouTube and made a curry, which was nowhere near to that curry. I asked her to learn to make curries well. She argued with me that her curries were nice. We had a huge argument that night and I slept without talking to her.<\/p>\n
The next day, there was no talking much between us. That night, my wife tarted a conversation.<\/p> \n\n
Wife: So, you want me to learn how to cook?<\/p>\n
Me: Yes, ask your mother to teach you.<\/p>\n
Wife: She does worse than me. I tried cooking using YouTube, but you are not liking it. So, where do I go to learn cooking?<\/p>\n
There was a silence between us for some time. All of a sudden, I got the idea.<\/p>\n
Me: Why can’t you go to Parakh to learn how to cook curry?<\/p>\n
Wife: How can I go to an unknown person and ask him to teach me?<\/p>\n
Me: There is nothing wrong with learning what you don’t know.<\/p>\n
Wife: I can’t go.<\/p>\n
Again I got angry and stopped talking to her.<\/p>\n
The next day:-<\/p>\n
Wife: So, you want me to go to Parakh, is that it?<\/p>\n
Me: Yes, go and learn cooking.<\/p>\n
Wife: Ok, I will go against my will, as you asked. You go ask him whether he is willing to teach me at our home?<\/p>\n
Same day, I went to Parakh for the evening snacks.<\/p>\n
Me: Parakh bhai, you cook curries very well. Can you come to my house and teach my wife?<\/p>\n
Parakh: Don’t joke, sir. Andhra ladies cook well.<\/p>\n
Me: No bhai, my wife is very bad at cooking. Please teach her Parakh sir. I don’t have time for this.<\/p>\n
Me: Please bhai, teach her and save me.<\/p>\n
Parakh: I can’t come to your house. Ask her to come here at 2:00 pm, I will be preparing curries at that time.<\/p>\n
Me: Thank you, bhai. She will be here tomorrow.<\/p>\n
That night, I went home and asked her to go and learn. She unwillingly agreed. The next day, she got ready in a saree, looking like a goddess. That night –<\/p>\n
Me: How is your first day?<\/p>\n
Wife: Good, learned some curry preparation. But there was no fan.<\/p>\n
My wife had been soaked in sweat completely during the cooking time. Then I asked her to wear a Punjabi dress.<\/p>\n
Wife: Sorry, I can’t wear a Punjabi dress in front of them. My breast will be visible, so I can’t wear it.<\/p>\n
Parakh and his wife were good at teaching my wife. She returned at 4 pm.<\/p>\n
On the third day:-<\/p>\n
Me: Bhai, is my wife learning anything? Will she be good at cooking?<\/p>\n
Parakh: She is a good learner. Quickly learning, sir.<\/p>\n
Me: I don’t see your wife is here today. Is she sick?<\/p>\n
Parakh: No sir, she went to her mother’s house for some days. All these days, there was no one to help me. So it was difficult for her to leave me. Now I have madam to help me, so she left and will be back after 10 or 15 days.<\/p>\n
I didn’t sense anything wrong then. So I took it casually.<\/p>\n
I and my wife used to have sex every 15 days, because of my workload and tiredness. Now, every day when I returned, my wife would be sleeping. I thought she might be tired in that airless room during learning to cook.<\/p>\n
Days passed for nearly 10 days. One day, I asked my wife to show me what she learned. That night, she made a curry, which was much better than before.<\/p>\n
We had no sex for the past 15 days, but I was horny that night. She was in deep sleep. I started touching my wife’s boobs. I expected soft moans from her, but she cried in pain. I was shocked and didn’t know what happened and switched on the light.<\/p>\n
Me: What happened?! Why did you cry so loud?<\/p>\n
Wife: It hurts.<\/p>\n
Me: It’s a tender touch, why would it be painful?<\/p>\n
Then I asked her to show me.<\/p>\n
Wife: Never mind, leave it and go to sleep.<\/p>\n
Me: I want to see your boobs right now. Show me.<\/p>\n
Wife: No Uday, not now, later.<\/p>\n
Me: Show me or I will see it myself.<\/p>\n
My wife hesitatingly and slowly lifted her nighty. I saw two bite marks on each of her boobs! I was in great anger and asked her what happened.<\/p>\n
She said: I am tired, and let’s talk in the morning.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I was very angry. During breakfast, she started slowly telling me what happened.<\/p>\n
Day 1 –<\/p>\n
My wife went to that place, and within 15 minutes, she was completely drenched in sweat.<\/p>\n
Parakh’s wife: Didi, you can’t work here wearing a saree.<\/p>\n
Wife: I don’t know about this place and there’s no fan.<\/p>\n
Parakh’s wife: Change to my kurta which is there in the store room.<\/p>\n
Wife: I will try to work in the saree, no problem.<\/p>\n
After 15 more minutes, she was completely exhausted.<\/p>\n
Parakh’s wife: Didi, try my kurta as we both are of the same size. It will fit you.<\/p>\n
Hesitatingly, she took the kurta and went inside the store room to change. Then she removed her saree and blouse. She noticed there was no bottom for the kurta.<\/p>\n
Wife: Didi, there is no bottom for this dress.<\/p>\n
Parakh’s wife: Come on didi, here in this place it is comfortable to work in this dress. Haven’t you noticed, I am not wearing any bottoms.<\/p>\n
My wife didn’t notice until then. With no other option, she wore a kurta with only a bra and panties. When she came out, Parakh’s eyes widened seeing my wife’s hairless legs.<\/p>\n
What happened next, you’ll get to know in the next part.<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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