The Tailor's Secret Measurements

Part 1: The Fantasy Awakens

Meri life bohot normal chal rahi thi, par mere dimaag mein ek ajeeb si khichdi pak rahi thi. Meri wife, Priya, ek dum perfect Indian beauty thi. Uska figure aisa tha ki koi bhi mard use dekh kar raaste mein ruk jaaye—36-28-38 ka kamaal ka shape. Wo bohot hi sanskari aur pati-varta aurat thi, hamesha saree ya salwar kameez mein dhaki hui. Par meri fantasy kuch aur hi thi. Mere ek close friend ne mujhe bataya tha ki humari society ke bahar jo naya 'Fashion Tailor' hai, Aslam, wo bohot hi "sexy hungry" insaan hai. Uske haathon mein jaadoo hai, aur suna tha ki wo ladies ke measurements lete waqt unhe aise touch karta hai ki wo paagal ho jaati hain. Mera dost bolta tha ki Aslam pure junoon aur passion ke saath auraton ki thukai karta hai.

Ye sunkar mujhe gussa aane ke bajaye ek ajeeb si excitement hone lagi. Maine socha, kyu na meri hot wife ko us tailor ke paas le jaaun? Mujhe dekhna tha ki wo meri sharmili Priya ko kaise handle karega. Agle din humein ek high-profile party mein jaana tha, aur Priya ke paas koi naya outfit nahi tha. Maine mauka dekhte hi kaha, "Priya, darling, tum tension mat lo. Wo naya tailor bohot famous hai, hum aaj shaam ko hi jakar tumhare liye ek designer short skirt aur top stitch karwa lenge." Priya thoda jhijhaki, "Arre, par wo to gents tailor hai na? Aur skirt? Main toh saree pehenti hoon." Maine use manate hue kaha, "Party ka theme modern hai baby, trust me, tum usmein aag laga dogi." Mere dimaag mein bas wahi fantasy chal rahi thi—Aslam, Priya, aur wo band kamra.

Part 2: The Dirty Deal

Dophar ko jab Priya so rahi thi, maine chupke se tailor ki shop ka number dhundha aur use call lagaya. Aslam ne phone uthaya, "Hello, Fashion Tailor." Maine seedha point par aate hue kaha, "Dekho Masterji, mujhe apni wife ke liye ek dress silwani hai, par meri ek shart hai." Aslam ki awaaz mein thodi curiosity aayi, "Boliye sahab, kaisi shart?" Maine apni fantasy ko shabdon mein utaar diya. Maine kaha, "Meri biwi bohot hot hai, par bohot sharmili aur sanskari hai. Main chahta hoon ki tum uska measurement lo, par sirf tape se nahi... apne haathon se."

Phone par kuch seconds ki khamoshi thi, phir Aslam ki bhaari awaaz aayi, "Sahab, aap kya kehna chahte hain?" Maine khul kar bola, "Main chahta hoon ki tum use use karo. Use touch karo, feel karo, aur agar wo mana kare toh rukna mat. Wo na-na karegi, kyunki wo pati-varta hai, par tum apna passion dikhana. Main wahan rahunga, mujhe bas dekhna hai ki tum meri wife ko kaise satisfy karte ho. Baad mein wo khud surrender kar degi." Aslam samajh gaya ki main kya chahta hoon. Uski awaaz mein ab thoda tharrakpan aa gaya tha, "theek hai sahab, aap bhabhi ji ko lekar aaiye. Main unka aisa measurement loonga ki wo zindagi bhar yaad rakhengi. Unki har inch ko main apne tareeke se napunga." Maine phone cut kiya toh mera lund pant mein hi akad gaya tha. Plan set tha.

Part 3: Dressing the Doll

Shaam hone wali thi aur humein nikalna tha. Maine Priya ke wardrobe se ek purana loose sleeveless top aur ek mini skirt nikala jo usne shayad honeymoon ke baad kabhi nahi pehna tha. Maine kaha, "Priya, ye pehan lo. Tailor ko measurements lene mein aasani hogi agar kapde loose aur chote honge. Jeans ya saree mein fitting sahi nahi aati." Priya ne sharam se aankhen jhuka li, "Rahul, ye bohot chota hai, society wale kya sochenge?" Maine use kiss karte hue kaha, "Hum car mein jayenge baby, koi nahi dekhega. Please, mere liye?"

Priya ne meri baat maan li. Jab wo taiyaar hokar bahar aayi, toh meri saansein ruk gayi. Us loose top ke andar uske bade boobs saaf pata chal rahe the, aur wo mini skirt uski chikni, gori thighs ko mushkil se dhak pa rahi thi. Wo bohot uncomfortable feel kar rahi thi, baar-baar skirt neeche kheench rahi thi. "Rahul, mujhe sharam aa rahi hai," usne dheere se kaha. Maine uski kamar pakad kar kaha, "Tum bohot sexy lag rahi ho. Bas tailor ke paas measurement dena hai aur wapas aana hai." Mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha kyunki mujhe pata tha ki wahan kya hone wala hai. Hum car mein baithe aur tailor ki shop ki taraf chal diye, jahan Aslam humara intezaar kar raha tha, apni bhookh mitane ke liye.

Part 4: Entering the Den

Hum tailor ki shop par pahunche. Shaam ka waqt tha aur market mein bheed kam thi. Aslam ki dukaan thodi corner mein thi. Jaise hi hum andar gaye, Aslam ne counter se sar uthaya aur Priya ko dekha. Uski aankhen Priya ke nange pairon se lekar uske cleavage tak ghoom gayi. Aslam ek muscular aadmi tha, aankhon mein ek alag hi hivas dikh rahi thi. Maine gate lock kar diya aur 'Closed' ka board laga diya. Priya ne ghabra kar pucha, "Rahul, gate kyun band kiya?" Maine kaha, "Taki koi disturb na kare, baby. Masterji ko focus karne do."

Aslam counter se bahar aaya, uske haath mein inch-tape tha. Usne Priya ko upar se neeche tak scan kiya aur bola, "Aaiye Madam, stool par khadi ho jaiye. Aapka figure toh mashallah bohot hi... bhara hua hai." Priya sharam se laal ho gayi aur stool par chadh gayi. Aslam mere paas aaya aur dheere se whisper kiya, "Sahab, maal toh ek dum kadak laye ho." Phir wo Priya ke peeche jaake khada ho gaya. Priya ki saansein tez chal rahi thi. Aslam ne apna haath uski kamar par rakha, touch bilkul professional nahi tha, usne jaan boojh kar apni ungliyan uski waist par ghumayi. "Kamar toh bohot patli hai," Aslam ne kaha, apni garam saansein Priya ki gardan par chodte hue. Khel shuru ho chuka tha.

Part 5: Touching the Forbidden

Aslam ne inch-tape Priya ke kandhon par rakha aur dheere-dheere tape ko uske chest ki taraf laya. Priya ka sleeveless top loose tha, jisse uske side-boobs ki jhalak dikh rahi thi. Aslam ne jaan boojh kar apne haath Priya ke arms par ragade. "Madam, haath upar kijiye, armhole ka naap lena hai," usne hukm diya. Priya ne darrte hue haath upar kiye. Aslam ne mauka dekhte hi apni hatheli Priya ke bagal (armpit) ke paas rakhi aur wahan ki soft skin ko feel kiya. Priya ne "Uhhm" ki awaaz nikali aur sikud gayi. "Kya kar rahe hain?" wo fusfusayi.

Maine saamne se kaha, "Relax Priya, wo bas apna kaam kar rahe hain. Masterji expert hain." Aslam ne meri taraf dekh kar smirk kiya aur tape ko Priya ke boobs ke upar se ghuma diya. Tape tight karte waqt, uske haath Priya ke nipple se touch huye. Priya ko ek jhatka laga. Aslam ne kaha, "Madam, chest ka naap perfect chahiye, thoda saans lijiye." Usne tape ko aur tight kiya jisse Priya ke boobs ubhar kar bahar aane lage. Aslam ki aankhen un ubharon par gadi hui thi. Wo mere samne meri wife ko aise ghur raha tha jaise abhi kha jayega, aur mujhe ye dekh kar zabardast maza aa raha tha. Mere lund mein tadap badhti ja rahi thi.

Part 6: Layer by Layer

Chest measurement lete hue Aslam ne kaha, "Sahab, ye top bohot loose hai, aur madam ne andar bra bhi padded pehni hai shayad. Perfect fitting ke liye hamein ye top hatana padega." Priya ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. "Kya? Nahi, main top nahi utaarungi!" usne zor se kaha aur apne haath chest par rakh liye. Wo meri taraf ummeed se dekh rahi thi ki main mana karunga. Par maine aage badh kar kaha, "Priya, don't be childish. Masterji ko apna kaam karne do. Humein kal party ke liye best dress chahiye. Chalo, main help karta hoon."

Maine Priya ke paas jakar uska haath pakda. Wo kaamp rahi thi. "Rahul, please nahi..." wo gidgidayi. Aslam ne peeche se kaha, "Bhabhi ji, sharmaiye mat, yahan bas hum hi hain. Waise bhi doctor aur tailor se kuch nahi chupana chahiye." Maine Priya ka top pakda aur upar kheenchne laga. Priya ne thoda resist kiya, par maine uski aankhon mein dekh kar kaha, "Shhh... let it happen." Jaise hi top utra, Priya sirf apni bra mein reh gayi. Uska gora badan, patli kamar aur heavy boobs dekh kar Aslam ke munh se "Haaye..." nikal gaya. Wo ab bina kisi parde ke, ek paraye mard ke saamne khadi thi, aur uska pati use nanga kar raha tha.

Part 7: Unveiling the Assets

Ab Priya sirf bra aur mini skirt mein thi. Uska gora jism dukan ki lights mein chamak raha tha. Aslam ab control nahi kar pa raha tha. Usne tape measure ko side mein feka aur apne dono haath Priya ke nange kandhon par rakh diye. "Uff, kya skin hai bhabhi ji, bilkul makhan jaisi," Aslam ne tharki awaz mein kaha. Usne apni ungliyan Priya ki bra ki strap ke neeche daali aur use kheench kar chod diya—*patak!* Priya ne siski li, "Aah! Masterji please door rahiye."

Par Aslam kahan rukne wala tha, maine toh permission di thi. Usne Priya ko peeche se jakad liya. "Sahab, ab bra ka size check karna padega, cup size perfect hona chahiye," Aslam ne kaha aur bina wait kiye bra ke hooks khol diye. Priya ne apne boobs dhakne ki koshish ki, par maine uska haath pakad liya. "Nahi Priya, dhako mat. Masterji ko dekhne do ki wo kis cheez ka naap le rahe hain." Jaise hi bra neeche giri, Priya ke bade, raseele boobs azad ho gaye. Unke pink nipples thand aur darr se akad gaye the. Aslam ne turant apne khurdure haath un mulayam boobs par rakh diye aur unhe zor se masalna shuru kar diya. Priya zor se chillaayi, "Chodiye mujhe!" par Aslam ne kaha, "Bas thoda sa aur measurement baki hai meri jaan."

Part 8: The Lower Bounds

Upar se puri tarah nangi hone ke baad, Priya buri tarah se ro rahi thi, par uski resistance mein ab kamzori aa rahi thi. Aslam ab uske boobs ko chod kar neeche baith gaya. Uski nazrein ab Priya ki mini skirt aur uski khuli hui taango par thi. "Bhabhi ji, ab skirt ki baari hai. Hips ka size bhi toh lena hai," Aslam ne muskurate hue kaha aur apne haath Priya ki thighs par firane laga. Priya ne apni taangein chipka li, "Nahi, please skirt mat utaro!"

Maine bhi neeche jhuk kar Priya ki doosri thigh par haath rakha. Mera lund ab full erection mein tha. Maine kaha, "Masterji, is skirt ke saath measurement galat ho sakta hai." Aslam ne turant skirt ki zip pakdi aur neeche kheench di. Skirt sarak kar Priya ke pairon mein gir gayi. Ab wo sirf ek choti si panty mein khadi thi. Aslam ne uski thighs ko zor se dabaya aur kaha, "Kya bhara hua maal hai sahab. Iske liye toh main puri raat jaag sakta hoon." Priya ab puri tarah exposed thi, aur hum dono mard uske jism ko junoon se ghoor rahe the. Aslam ne apna haath Priya ki panty ke upar rakha, seedha uski chut ke lips par. Priya ki saansein atak gayi.

Part 9: Resistance turns into Heat

Aslam ne Priya ko stool se neeche utara aur use counter ke sahare khada kar diya. Priya abhi bhi na-nukur kar rahi thi, "Rahul, ye galat hai, hume jana chahiye." Par maine use peeche se hug kiya aur kaha, "Priya, dekho Masterji tumhe kitna chahte hain. Feel karo unke passion ko." Aslam ne aage se Priya ko daboch liya aur uske boobs ko choosna shuru kar diya. Priya ne use dhakka dene ki koshish ki, par Aslam taqatwar tha. Wo uske nipples ko jeebh se tease kar raha tha.

Dheere-dheere, Priya ki "na" siskiyon mein badalne lagi. Jab Aslam ne apni ungli uski panty ke side se andar daal kar uski chut ko sehlaaya, toh Priya ki kamar apne aap aage ki taraf arch ho gayi. Uska sharir ab dimaag ka saath nahi de raha tha. Maine uske kaan mein whisper kiya, "Tumhe maza aa raha hai na? Dekho tum kitni geeli ho rahi ho." Aslam ne kaha, "Bhabhi ji, itna mat tadpaiye, ab toh surrender kar dijiye." Aslam ne Priya ka mooh apne honton se band kar diya aur ek gehra kiss kiya. Priya ke haath jo pehle dhakka de rahe the, ab Aslam ke baalon mein fans gaye. Resistance khatam ho raha tha, aur hivas jaag rahi thi.

Part 10: Tasting the Sweetness

Ab hum teeno junoon mein the. Aslam ne Priya ki panty ko faad kar alag kar diya. Priya ab poori tarah nangi thi, humare samne. Aslam ne mujhe ishara kiya aur khud Priya ke pairon ke beech mein ghutno par baith gaya. Priya ne sharam se apni taangein band karne ki koshish ki, par maine uski taangein chaudi kar di. "Khul kar enjoy karo baby," maine kaha. Aslam ne bina deri kiye apna muh Priya ki chut par laga diya aur zor-zor se chatne laga.

"Ahhhh! Maa...!" Priya zor se karah uthi. Aslam ki jeebh uske clit par tezi se chal rahi thi. Wo uske ras ko aise pee raha tha jaise saalon ka pyaasa ho. Priya ka sar peeche ludak gaya, aur wo meri baahon mein jhulne lagi. "Masterji... ahhh... mat kijiye... ufff!" wo bol rahi thi, par uski hips Aslam ke muh ki taraf push kar rahi thi. Aslam beech-beech mein ungliyan andar-bahar kar raha tha, jisse 'chap-chap' ki awaaz pure room mein goonj rahi thi. Priya ki sanskari deewar toot chuki thi. Wo ab bas ek aurat thi jo pleasure ki aag mein jal rahi thi. Maine apna lund nikal kar uske muh ke paas laya, aur usne bina soche use muh mein lekar choosna shuru kar diya. Hum ek perfect sandwich bana chuke the.

Part 11: The Climax of Passion

Aslam ab khada ho gaya, usne apna pant utara aur uska mota lund bahar uchhal aaya. Wo sach mein 'hungry' lag raha tha. Priya ne uske size ko dekh kar aankhein badi kar li. "Itna bada..." wo fusfusayi. Aslam ne Priya ko counter par jhuka diya, uska pichwada hawa mein utha hua tha. "Ab time hai asli measurement ka," Aslam ne kaha aur lund ko Priya ki geeli chut par set kiya. Ek hi jhatke mein usne aadha lund andar ghusa diya.

Priya zor se chillaayi, "Haaye mar gayi!" par saath hi usne Aslam ko aur andar kheenchne ke liye kamar hilayi. Aslam ne speed badha di. Wo janwaron ki tarah use chood raha tha. *Thap! Thap! Thap!* ki awaaz aa rahi thi jab Aslam ki pelvic bone Priya ke nitambon se takra rahi thi. Main saamne khada hokar Priya ke boobs daba raha tha aur uska chehra dekh raha tha jo maze aur dard se laal ho gaya tha. "Aur zor se Masterji! Ise pura bhardo!" maine chillaya. Priya bhi ab sharam bhool kar chillane lagi, "Ahhh! Haan Aslam... aur tez... meri chut faad do... ahhh!" Wo poore junoon ke saath humara saath de rahi thi. Aslam ne finally uski kamar pakad kar poori taqat se dhakke maare aur hum dono ne ek saath climax feel kiya.

Part 12: The Aftermath

Karyakram khatam hone ke baad, room mein sirf humari bhari saanson ki awaazein thi. Priya counter par leti hui thi, uska nanga badan pasine se chamak raha tha aur uski taangein abhi bhi kaanp rahi thi. Aslam ne pyar se uske mathe ko chooma aur kaha, "Bhabhi ji, aaj toh aapne kamaal kar diya. Aisa measurement maine aaj tak nahi liya." Priya ne thaki hui muskurahat ke saath use dekha aur sharam se nazrein jhuka li, par uski aankhon mein ab gussa nahi, balki santushti thi.

Humne kapde pehnne mein Priya ki madad ki. Uska loose top aur skirt wapas pehen liya, par andar ki panty aur bra humne wahi chod di—Aslam ke liye ek souvenir ke taur par. Jab hum dukan se bahar nikle, raat ho chuki thi aur thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Car mein baithte hi Priya ne mera haath pakda aur mere kandhe par sar rakh diya. "Tum bohot bure ho Rahul," usne dheere se kaha, par phir mere kaan mein whisper kiya, "Par dress ki fitting ke liye agli baar kab aana hai?" Hum dono hans pade. Meri fantasy puri ho chuki thi, aur humari life mein ek naya, spicy chapter shuru ho gaya tha.