It was a hectic shopping day for my wife and me. It was December, and her sister was getting married, so we were busy shopping for fabrics, laces, clothes, accessories, and other stuff. I was tired. It was all day long, and my legs ached. It was already 8 PM. We had reached our final stop at Bandra.
"Where are we going? Are you sure?" I asked my wife as we alighted from the car.
"Yeah! My friend has recommended a new tailor here. His name is Nizaar Khan. She said he makes fabulous clothes."
I was just too tired to argue or say anything, but my wife just dragged me along. When we entered, the man behind the counter turned. He was hot, and I mean he was hot! He had these dreamy eyes. His chest hair was visible from his open collar as he greeted us with a warm smile.
"Welcome, mam, and sir!" he exclaimed as we entered.
As they started talking about the various fabrics we had brought along. I decided to take a seat at the sofa in front of me, sipping on the cold glass of water the man had brought for me. I did not want to bother my wife or disrupt her flow, so I kept quiet and sipped my water.
I couldn't help but check out this sexy man. He was a bit chubby, but his weight suited him perfectly. He looked like a cute, teddy bear. I could see his nipples through the thin white kurta he was wearing, and that only made me want him more. His eyes were the sexiest things I had seen. It was an intoxicating mix of deep green and brown.
They were discussing various patterns, designs, and laces for her dresses, and then he came up with the issue of measurements.
"I am sorry, but I don't give body measurements," my wife said apologetically.
"No worries, mam. You can just give me your already stitched dress that fits you perfectly. That will be sufficient for the measurements."
The man replied in his deep, smooth voice that sent a shiver down my spine. It was turning me on, and I could feel my cock starting to harden.
"That's a problem. We don't have it here. We have left all the clothes back home." My wife said, "But we can bring it tomorrow. It's not a problem!"
"I am sorry mam, but I am off for the next three days, and when I get back, I will be flooded with work. Could it be possible for someone to bring your dress here today?"
She looked at me hesitantly. "I don't know if Rishaad will be comfortable going alone to a new place like this."
I intervened, "Don't worry, I can go. I can just collect the dress and bring it here."
My wife agreed, and we decided that I will go home, collect the clothes and bring them here. I left, and she stayed back. The man had given me the address to meet him later as the shop would have closed by the time I was supposed to reach.
When I reached his place, it was already 10.30. He had already sent me a message saying that his wife had gone to her mother's place for the night.
I entered the house. It was dimly lit. Only a few lights were on. I could hear some music playing in the background. It was soft and romantic. He came up to me with two cold colas in his hands. He gave one to me.
"Thank you so much for bringing the dress," he said as he took the dress from my hands.
I nodded and then gulped down the cold drink. He took my glass and placed it next to his on the dining table.
"Come, let me show you my bedroom," he said, as he held my hand and led me towards his bedroom.
I was surprised, but then I remembered that he needed to take the measurements. I walked along with him into his bedroom. His hand felt hot in mine.
He had a king-sized bed with a big mirror opposite to it. The lights were dimmed in here as well.
"I will take off your clothes now." He said as he started taking off my T-shirt.
I nodded as he pulled off my T-shirt. Then he made me stand against the wall. He stood against the mirror in front of me with the dress in his hand, and he started measuring it against my body.
As he did that, he would occasionally brush against me. The friction of his body against mine was turning me on. His hands were moving all over my body, checking the measurements.
I felt his crotch rub against my ass. I could feel his hard-on through his pants. He caught my gaze. I knew he was feeling the same thing.
"I don't need these clothes anymore. You can get undressed now." He said as he threw the dress away on the floor.
I pulled off my pants and boxers and stood there naked in front of him. He let out a gasp.
"Wow! You are hot!" he exclaimed, as he admired my naked body.
He then pulled off his kurta and threw it away. I saw his hairy chest and his sexy nipples that were now hard because of his excitement.
He moved closer and kissed me passionately on my lips. He pressed my body against his. I could feel him hard against me.
His lips were soft and tender. They felt divine against mine. I let out a moan of pleasure.
He lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed. He threw me on the bed and then climbed on top of me.
He spread my legs apart with his knee and inserted his thumb in my ass. He started fucking me with his thumb.
"Take off your pants," I said to him.
He smiled and pulled off his pants and his boxers. His cock was thick and long. It was about 7 inches long. He lubed it up with lube he had in his drawer.
He positioned himself between my legs, and with one stroke, he filled my ass up with his cock. I let out a loud gasp.
I was in pain, but at the same time, it felt pleasurable. I started moaning with pain and pleasure as he fucked me.
His cock was so thick that it stretched my ass. His strokes were hard and deep. I felt him deep inside me.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me and flipped me around on my stomach. He entered me again from behind.
He started fucking my ass again, this time from behind. He was fucking me hard and deep.
He pressed his hands on my shoulders and started fucking me even harder.
Then he stopped and pulled out of me. He moved down between my legs and licked my cock and my balls.
He then took my legs and put them on his shoulder as he started licking my ass.
I moaned in pleasure as his tongue traced around my ass hole. I wanted his tongue in my ass now. He licked my ass deeply until he was satisfied.
Then he stood up and flipped me on my back. He positioned himself between my legs and fucked me again, this time while I was on my back.
His strokes were hard, and I felt his balls banging against my ass.
As he fucked me, he was also massaging my cock with his hand. I moaned as his hand touched my cock. He jerked me off and fucked me at the same time.
I could feel myself reaching my peak now. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his fucking.
After some time, he stopped fucking me and stood up. His cock was still hard and erect.
"Stand up," he told me as he got on all fours on the bed.
He then got on all fours, and I knew what to do. I stood behind him and put his legs in place on my shoulders.
I lubed up his ass and slowly pushed my cock in. He moaned as he felt me entering him.
I fucked him slowly at first and then increased my pace. He moaned as I fucked him deep. His ass was tight, and it was hard to get in, but it felt good.
I reached my peak and shot a load in his ass. I pulled out as I was cumming, and my cum fell on his back.
I laid down on the bed as he cleaned me up. Then we kissed passionately.
It was 12 AM, and I had to leave. We dressed up, and he dropped me to my car.
I left from there that night with a happy heart and a sore ass. The next day, we met for our fittings, but we never talked about the night before. My wife had no clue about our night together. But every time my wife went for her fittings, we would meet up and fuck.
We both knew what was happening, and we were happy with it. He did an excellent job in stitching her dresses. She was happy. We were happy.
And now that the marriage is over, we still meet and fuck. It has been a year now, and our sex has only become steamier and better. I still remember that night when he first fucked me. It was amazing, and so are all the nights after that. He is amazing! And so is my wife. I love them both! I love fucking my wife, and I also love fucking Nizaar. It's just that he is a different experience! A hot, sexy experience! I am happy to have him in my life! And I am grateful for that day when my wife decided to try out a new tailor! That night changed everything for us. But it has been good, and we are all happy!
I wish there were more people like Nizaar in my life, but for now, he will do! I am happy with the way things are! And I hope he feels the same way too. He does not say much, but he fucks amazing! That's all that matters!
I love fucking, and Nizaar is a good fucker! What more could I ask for? Maybe for him to fuck me again!
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