oneSickPuppy
Storyteller
Hello guys this is Shiraz here and this is the first story ever that I am sharing with anyone and about me. Well I belong to an upper middle class family from Bangalore. I completed my engineering in 2005 and found a well-paying job in a reputed MNC. Life has been good all these years but it really got sexy just about two years ago. Since then I have been living out my fantasies and enjoying it to the fullest.
This story revolves around my super hot biwi Amna Khan whom I married 3 years ago. It was an arranged marriage and was set up by one of my aunts who lives in a posh locality in Bangalore and knows quite a lot of high class families apparently I had met my father-in-law in my aunt’s daughter’s wedding and he was impressed by me and saw me as his future son-in-law. So all the formalities were done away with and I was invited to their house along with my parents on a Sunday evening.
I have to say the house was freaking awesome and classy as we sat there talking about stuff I came to know that Mr. Zia Khan that is my Father-in-law was filthy rich. He had made his fortune during the 90’s real estate boom in Dubai. He owns a couple of malls in prime locations and invests in a wide array of businesses now days. I was happy to have a rich FIL who wouldn’t be?
I was about to sip my tea that a beautiful lady entered the drawing room from an adjoining room and said that Amna will be out in a minute funny thing is I hadn’t seen my would-be biwi so far and I was a bit excited to see how this girl looked. I felt a bit nervous and made an excuse that I have to call my colleague about something very important and left the house and ran around the street corner for a quick smoke at a nearby shop when I came back and entered the drawing room.
I found an extremely hot girl sitting opposite to where my seat was. I instantly knew it has to be Amna. My heart started pounding as i have always been like that around hot girls anyway I started checking her out and she seemed perfect from every angle. She had her head covered with her shawl and so was her whole upper body. I was stealing glances at her now and then but she kept looking at the floor.
Her mother Salma Khan was seated next to her and the lady who had earlier entered the room was Amna’s elder sister Shehnaz who was married to a civil engineer who worked in Sharjah and was currently there one thing I noticed about the 3 women there was that they were all very fair and were blessed with ample breasts which only added to their beauty maybe it runs in the family.
I thought to myself after a long talk both of our parents asked us to go to the adjoining room and talk. I was reluctant but I just nodded and started walking towards the room. I could sense that Amna was following me and as soon as I entered the room I stood looking outside the huge window which was facing the lawn. I had to say something and I did.
You are really beautiful” is all i could say at that moment. I could see Amna’s cheeks turn red as she blushed and thanked me for the compliment in a feeble voice. This response helped me relax a bit as both of us were standing side by side at the window I could closely see Amna now and appreciated her figure of course in my mind. She looked like the actress Zarine Khan with slightly larger boobs and a protruding bum.
I guessed her stats to be 36D-26-38 a real Bomb .I was pretty sure by now that my married life will be fun 2 months later and we married and had planned for a honeymoon trip to Kerala. Amna was really shy since the first night and would hardly speak while I would explore her body with great admiration while on our honeymoon in Kerala and she would always prefer wearing Punjabi dresses whenever we went out.
I wanted her to wear something sexier so that other men would envy me for having such a beauty for a biwi. Frankly my ego always gets a boost whenever I have an attractive female companion and other men wish to be as lucky as me. It’s been like that since my college days when I asked Amna to wear T-shirts and jeans for a change.
She straightaway refused and told me no girl in their family has done it before and was quite angry about my request. I felt ashamed for having asked a conservative girl like her to do something just to feel superior among other men but if u insist I have a sleeveless top which maybe will make me look more desirable” she said.
How are you so sure? I asked in a teasing tone whatever was the reply I got and but I kept asking her the reason and after coaxing a lot she said well whenever I wear sleeveless tops I have observed a lot more men ogling at me hhhmmm, how often do you wear them? I started digging deep now Shiraz I don’t want to discuss it just let it be” she said looking away but I felt she dint mind talking about it a bit more.
So I persisted did you wear it at least once a week when you went to college? She stared at me for a moment and said Dad doesn’t like these kinds of clothes and he thinks it’s too revealing so I used to wear it whenever he was out of town. “So you have been a naughty girl? And what about your mom doesn’t she object? I asked not really usually her sleeveless blouses too come out at that time she retorted.
I burst into laughter and Amna joined me and we both felt like a huge barrier between us had just been destroyed. So on that day onwards she would only wear sleeveless tops which I bought that day for her and I noticed that she was not complaining about all the male attention she was getting by the fourth day of the trip I had convinced Amna not to wear her shawl as she looked more hot without it and surprisingly she agreed with a naughty smile.
We had planned to visit Veega land,an amusement park that day as we headed to the reception we were informed that the vehicle arranged by our travel agency had arrived and waiting for us as we reached the vehicle which was parked outside the compound of the hotel a man in his early 30s who seemed to be the driver was leaning against the bonnet and having a leisurely smoke when.
We went really close to the parked Innova he realized it and threw away the cigarette and said let me take your bagssir and as he looked beside me and he froze for a few seconds and was looking at my biwi like she is an alien only then did I realize that the skin tight yellow dress my biwi was wearing had a really deep neck and was showing considerable cleavage and I was the one who had asked her not to wear a shawl around those huge boobs.
The driver opened the door prompting my biwi to enter the car and all the while I could clearly see lust in his eyes as he feasted on Amna’s ample cleavage and her shapely gaand which was jutting out of her tight salwar after getting in I told her about how the bastard was enjoying her curves and to my surprise she replied don’t worry I’m used to these kind of situations I asked what do you mean? She said our gardener Murali used to do this all the time when dad wasn’t around.
I did not mind it and you know his biwi died a long time ago and I guess a man is wired that way they just need some action to keep them going. I was really stunned with the reply and thought it must be normal for any lady in these times to bear with such stares and not care much as the journey was of 1 hour to the park and our driver Sundar started talking with the usual stuff driver’s talk about. I wasn’t much interested and he dint seem to look at me either.
I saw that he was using the rear view mirror to look at Amna and strangely even she was responding to his queries and talking freely to him. Honestly I had seen a lot of changes in my shy biwi over these few days. Sundar was nothing like his name. He was pitch black in color with a broad face black lips (due to smoking I guess),curly hair and a bit on the ugly side but he was muscular and really strong by his looks.
He told that he hails from kochi itself and my biwi was curious about his family when he said that his biwi had divorced him as she was having an affair with another man Amna made a sorry face and said don’t worry a man like you can find better women easily hearing this the driver’s face lit up and he took the trouble of looking directly at her and saying thank you mam in a weird accent.
He was not looking at her face as much as he was ogling at her chest. My biwi gave a broad smile in response and made no attempt to cover her treasures. I wasn’t feeling too comfortable with this newfound friend among us and we reached the park the ticket counter was crowded and there was a long queue with mostly young boys and girls. It was a weekend and everyone seemed to be in a hurry to get in.
People were pushing and pulling each other for no obvious reason. We both involuntarily got in the queue and I was behind Amna when I noticed Sundar too joining us and on enquiring he said he would get bored outside and would like to buy his ticket and enjoy in the park. All the while he was having on eye on my biwi and I knew it and so were many men around us. Amna was acting cool and feeling proud about the attention she was getting.
I could see it in her eyes as we stood there waiting Amna asked if I had the digi cam with me. I left it in the other kit which is in the car. She said then go get it. I was about to ask Sundar to do it when he flashed his keys in front of my face and said Sir keys hurry Shiraz! I heard my biwi saying I left the line taking the keys from a smiling Sundar who took my place behind Amna in a flash.
I left thinking that he would not do anything stupid in a crowded place after all it will only be a couple of minutes to get the camera as I reached the parking lot there were over hundred cars there and I realized it would take longer than a couple of minutes to get the job done while looking for our car and I began to wonder if Sundar was taking advantage of the crowded queue and if Amna was feeling uneasy by this.
This story revolves around my super hot biwi Amna Khan whom I married 3 years ago. It was an arranged marriage and was set up by one of my aunts who lives in a posh locality in Bangalore and knows quite a lot of high class families apparently I had met my father-in-law in my aunt’s daughter’s wedding and he was impressed by me and saw me as his future son-in-law. So all the formalities were done away with and I was invited to their house along with my parents on a Sunday evening.
I have to say the house was freaking awesome and classy as we sat there talking about stuff I came to know that Mr. Zia Khan that is my Father-in-law was filthy rich. He had made his fortune during the 90’s real estate boom in Dubai. He owns a couple of malls in prime locations and invests in a wide array of businesses now days. I was happy to have a rich FIL who wouldn’t be?
I was about to sip my tea that a beautiful lady entered the drawing room from an adjoining room and said that Amna will be out in a minute funny thing is I hadn’t seen my would-be biwi so far and I was a bit excited to see how this girl looked. I felt a bit nervous and made an excuse that I have to call my colleague about something very important and left the house and ran around the street corner for a quick smoke at a nearby shop when I came back and entered the drawing room.
I found an extremely hot girl sitting opposite to where my seat was. I instantly knew it has to be Amna. My heart started pounding as i have always been like that around hot girls anyway I started checking her out and she seemed perfect from every angle. She had her head covered with her shawl and so was her whole upper body. I was stealing glances at her now and then but she kept looking at the floor.
Her mother Salma Khan was seated next to her and the lady who had earlier entered the room was Amna’s elder sister Shehnaz who was married to a civil engineer who worked in Sharjah and was currently there one thing I noticed about the 3 women there was that they were all very fair and were blessed with ample breasts which only added to their beauty maybe it runs in the family.
I thought to myself after a long talk both of our parents asked us to go to the adjoining room and talk. I was reluctant but I just nodded and started walking towards the room. I could sense that Amna was following me and as soon as I entered the room I stood looking outside the huge window which was facing the lawn. I had to say something and I did.
You are really beautiful” is all i could say at that moment. I could see Amna’s cheeks turn red as she blushed and thanked me for the compliment in a feeble voice. This response helped me relax a bit as both of us were standing side by side at the window I could closely see Amna now and appreciated her figure of course in my mind. She looked like the actress Zarine Khan with slightly larger boobs and a protruding bum.
I guessed her stats to be 36D-26-38 a real Bomb .I was pretty sure by now that my married life will be fun 2 months later and we married and had planned for a honeymoon trip to Kerala. Amna was really shy since the first night and would hardly speak while I would explore her body with great admiration while on our honeymoon in Kerala and she would always prefer wearing Punjabi dresses whenever we went out.
I wanted her to wear something sexier so that other men would envy me for having such a beauty for a biwi. Frankly my ego always gets a boost whenever I have an attractive female companion and other men wish to be as lucky as me. It’s been like that since my college days when I asked Amna to wear T-shirts and jeans for a change.
She straightaway refused and told me no girl in their family has done it before and was quite angry about my request. I felt ashamed for having asked a conservative girl like her to do something just to feel superior among other men but if u insist I have a sleeveless top which maybe will make me look more desirable” she said.
How are you so sure? I asked in a teasing tone whatever was the reply I got and but I kept asking her the reason and after coaxing a lot she said well whenever I wear sleeveless tops I have observed a lot more men ogling at me hhhmmm, how often do you wear them? I started digging deep now Shiraz I don’t want to discuss it just let it be” she said looking away but I felt she dint mind talking about it a bit more.
So I persisted did you wear it at least once a week when you went to college? She stared at me for a moment and said Dad doesn’t like these kinds of clothes and he thinks it’s too revealing so I used to wear it whenever he was out of town. “So you have been a naughty girl? And what about your mom doesn’t she object? I asked not really usually her sleeveless blouses too come out at that time she retorted.
I burst into laughter and Amna joined me and we both felt like a huge barrier between us had just been destroyed. So on that day onwards she would only wear sleeveless tops which I bought that day for her and I noticed that she was not complaining about all the male attention she was getting by the fourth day of the trip I had convinced Amna not to wear her shawl as she looked more hot without it and surprisingly she agreed with a naughty smile.
We had planned to visit Veega land,an amusement park that day as we headed to the reception we were informed that the vehicle arranged by our travel agency had arrived and waiting for us as we reached the vehicle which was parked outside the compound of the hotel a man in his early 30s who seemed to be the driver was leaning against the bonnet and having a leisurely smoke when.
We went really close to the parked Innova he realized it and threw away the cigarette and said let me take your bagssir and as he looked beside me and he froze for a few seconds and was looking at my biwi like she is an alien only then did I realize that the skin tight yellow dress my biwi was wearing had a really deep neck and was showing considerable cleavage and I was the one who had asked her not to wear a shawl around those huge boobs.
The driver opened the door prompting my biwi to enter the car and all the while I could clearly see lust in his eyes as he feasted on Amna’s ample cleavage and her shapely gaand which was jutting out of her tight salwar after getting in I told her about how the bastard was enjoying her curves and to my surprise she replied don’t worry I’m used to these kind of situations I asked what do you mean? She said our gardener Murali used to do this all the time when dad wasn’t around.
I did not mind it and you know his biwi died a long time ago and I guess a man is wired that way they just need some action to keep them going. I was really stunned with the reply and thought it must be normal for any lady in these times to bear with such stares and not care much as the journey was of 1 hour to the park and our driver Sundar started talking with the usual stuff driver’s talk about. I wasn’t much interested and he dint seem to look at me either.
I saw that he was using the rear view mirror to look at Amna and strangely even she was responding to his queries and talking freely to him. Honestly I had seen a lot of changes in my shy biwi over these few days. Sundar was nothing like his name. He was pitch black in color with a broad face black lips (due to smoking I guess),curly hair and a bit on the ugly side but he was muscular and really strong by his looks.
He told that he hails from kochi itself and my biwi was curious about his family when he said that his biwi had divorced him as she was having an affair with another man Amna made a sorry face and said don’t worry a man like you can find better women easily hearing this the driver’s face lit up and he took the trouble of looking directly at her and saying thank you mam in a weird accent.
He was not looking at her face as much as he was ogling at her chest. My biwi gave a broad smile in response and made no attempt to cover her treasures. I wasn’t feeling too comfortable with this newfound friend among us and we reached the park the ticket counter was crowded and there was a long queue with mostly young boys and girls. It was a weekend and everyone seemed to be in a hurry to get in.
People were pushing and pulling each other for no obvious reason. We both involuntarily got in the queue and I was behind Amna when I noticed Sundar too joining us and on enquiring he said he would get bored outside and would like to buy his ticket and enjoy in the park. All the while he was having on eye on my biwi and I knew it and so were many men around us. Amna was acting cool and feeling proud about the attention she was getting.
I could see it in her eyes as we stood there waiting Amna asked if I had the digi cam with me. I left it in the other kit which is in the car. She said then go get it. I was about to ask Sundar to do it when he flashed his keys in front of my face and said Sir keys hurry Shiraz! I heard my biwi saying I left the line taking the keys from a smiling Sundar who took my place behind Amna in a flash.
I left thinking that he would not do anything stupid in a crowded place after all it will only be a couple of minutes to get the camera as I reached the parking lot there were over hundred cars there and I realized it would take longer than a couple of minutes to get the job done while looking for our car and I began to wonder if Sundar was taking advantage of the crowded queue and if Amna was feeling uneasy by this.