Please read the previous part here ( It’s My Life – 2 ). Now let’s continue
He laughed seeing thru my fake confidence and said “Anita madam, till today all the blouses and petticoats I have stitched for you have been super conservative and old fashioned”.
I blurted “so what, maybe I changed my mind now…”. He said “I am happy that you finally changed your mind because you also know how many times I told you that the necklines of your blouse should be deeper so your big assets get some justice”.
Like a dumb fool I replied “what justice and what assets” and immediately regretted not having got his hint the first time… Rafiq laughed again, he said “Anita madam, please keep all your stuff on this table and come with me. I will explain it to you in a better way”.
He went to the main door and locked it turning the sign from open to closed. I plonked my bag along with the rest of the stuff and followed him inside. I knew where he was taking me because I have been to that room many times.
This is the same room where he takes open liberties with me making me uncomfortable while he has a ball of a time fooling around with my body. Once we got inside, Rafiq said “Anita madam now remove your saree and keep it there”.
I have done this many times before so without second thoughts I removed it and kept it on the table. He stepped closer within breathing distance and cupped my tits gently.
I was used to this also so I did not react. He said “see madam, you are blessed with these beautiful 38D boobs which right now are imprisoned in your old fashioned blouse and you are also wearing the wrong bra”.
This was the first time he had said something so intimate like this. I interrupted saying “I am 36C..”. Also I was also getting irritated with the madam word, I said “Rafiq just call me Anita only please”.
He nodded ok and continued “Well I am sure you are wrong but we will see about that later. Now I will trace a line showing you how your blouse needs to be. Can I”?
I nodded ok feeling curious about what he had in mind. He said “Anita these sleeves need to go first, then this shoulder piece needs to be just wide enough to cover your bra strap”.
I protested saying “if you make it so narrow and my strap slips out then”? He said “Anita I will not make it so narrow, it will be sufficient to provide enough cover and even if it slips out then what is the problem”?
I objected saying “no that will be an embarrassment for me if my strap shows”. He stepped back and turned to leave saying “Anita I can see that you are not ready to wear that new blouse”.
I asked “now where are you going”? He replied “Anita just leave it. It is not your cup of tea. Wear your saree and meet me outside”. This was a direct hit on my ego.
I blurted out “Rafiq I am ready to wear anything you say. Please understand I want to surprise my husband”. He stopped and turned to me, he looked at me while raising his eyebrows.
He asked “how far are you willing to go, to please him”? I replied with full conviction “sky is the limit… I can do anything for his sake”. He asked “anything… are you sure? Think and answer because I don’t want to waste my time if you back out again”.
I repeated “yes anything. I seriously mean it”. Rafiq walked up to me smiling from ear to ear. He asked “is there a problem which you are trying to solve Anita”?
I replied “yes, a very serious problem”. He asked “does this means that he has another woman in his life”? I knew what he meant because I read many stories on adultery.
I replied “thank god noo. I only want to spice up things between us again”. He looked at me for a moment, then he said “so you want to look hot and sexy to get his attention again”?
In an excited tone I said “yes that is exactly what I want to do”. He replied “that I can help you with. But for that you will need to change a lot of things… just changing your blouse is not going to cut it”.
I asked “what other things”? Rafiq said “you need to change your mindset first. Then you need a full makeover” running his hands along the length of my arms, he said “go to a parlour and get full body hair removed first”.
Like an idiot for the second time, I asked “how will that make a difference”? Rafiq ignored my question, he asked “can I remove your blouse now”? This has also happened many times before so I nodded yes without second thought.
He opened all the hooks in front and removed my blouse completely. He raised my hands to above my head and said “even this armpit hair need to go”. I nodded in affirmative as if under his spell.
He said “Anita I am going to open your petticoat now” and without waiting for my answer he undid the strings letting it fall at my feet. I was not yet embarrassed because he has seen me in this state too many times before.
He kneeled to take a closer look at my panties and nodded his head in disbelief. And being the dumb ass that I had already been a few times today with him, I asked out of concern “now what is the problem Rafiq”?
He said “I cannot believe that you are still wearing these granny panties even in today’s day and age”. Now this was really embarrassing so I kept my mouth shut.
He continued “am I right in guessing that you have a hairy bush down there too”? This was too much personal but I still surprisingly nodded yes looking into his eyes.
He grinned looking at me, he asked “so does your husband like you hairy down there”? I innocently replied “I honestly don’t know”. Rafiq burst out laughing at my response making me even more embarrassed now.
Wide eyed he asked “Anita are you telling me that you don’t know what your husband likes or does not like”? This was a hit under the belt for me. I meekly said “maybe. But that is what I am trying to change”.
Then he asked THE question which sent all the blood in my body rushing to my face. He asked “does he satisfy you in bed”? Now totally red faced I nodded yes looking away from him.
He smiled at me and asked “are you sure”? Still red faced I answered “yes he does. But what kind of question is that”? Rafiq replied “see Anita being satisfied in bed can mean different things to different people”.
I looked again at him totally blank about what he was trying to say. He continued “What is your definition of being satisfied? Sorry to be asking such questions but I am only trying to help you”.
His last words calmed down my nerves greatly making me look at him like a friend and possibly my guru. I honestly replied “I don’t know how to answer that question Rafiq”.
He now stood up and held my face, he said “do you have someone with whom you discuss your bedroom life or problems with”? Other than my husband no other man had held my face like this and it sent electric shocks thru my body… I nodded negative.
He asked in a warmer and friendly tone “do you need help Anita”? His offer and warmth almost melted my heart and out of natural instincts I hugged him resting my face on his shoulder and said “yes…Rafiq, I do”.
I only realised after a few moments that I was hugging an outsider and that too while in my underwear only. I tried to break the hug but Rafiq was now holding me very firmly in his strong arms and that weakened my resolve with every passing second.
He was the first man other than my husband who was hugging me like this. During this hug I felt something stiff touch my belly and it sent alarm bells off in my head when I realised that it was his manhood.
While I have felt it before many times, but today it felt different. Recollecting my earlier thoughts that I wanted to experiment with Prakash’s idea today, I let go of my hesitation and hugged him back with full enthusiasm.
After the hug I noticed a change in Rafiq’s demeanour because he still was holding my face and smiling. Then he brought his lips close to mine and kissed me.
I was not yet ready for this so I turned my face away but only after he had already kissed me for a few seconds. Rafiq quickly said “I am sorry Anita, that was a mistake”.
I looked at him and said “that’s ok Rafiq” and totally disengaged from him. I now had mixed feelings of guilt, shame and embarrassment about what I had done.
To be continued….
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