I am very fair, but not very slim as I get mixed messages from people about my body. My butt is really big, so some guys like it but others think I am... fat although I have a very flat tummy so I am very curvy. At the time of my marriage my hubby told me that I would be his second wife as his job was his first priority.I moved with my hubby to Dhaka right after my marriage. I was feeling lonely here as my hubby is always busy with his job. He is working in a buying house, so he comes home very. She didn't take shit form anybody, when she was angry or just passionate about something, she let it be known. I loved when we had debate in English because when she was heated her accent was much thicker, her eyes flickered with a little extra orange, and I knew whoever had the balls to argue with her was coming back defeated and inevitably emasculated. Day and I had always had limited interaction; always a 'hello' in the hallway and the occasional hug before a long break, nothing major. I. Now as we rode of course my t-shirt was up because I was sitting, I felt him slide his hands down my waist along the side of my hips and then up again but this time his hands slid under my top and were on my bare skin on my waist, OK I thought ,whats he up to, just a little harmless fun on his part? After all he was quite young, so we plodded along, and he kept sliding his hands a bit higher all the time, If not for the drinks I think I would have stopped him but I was curios to see just how. I have been a regular reader of erotic stories of this forum for quite a few years now. Finally, I decided to share my own experiences with you. I shall first introduce myself to you.I am Rupam (name changed), 23 years old, medium complexioned, 5’6” in height with an average body, though a little on the bulky side. I have long curly hair up to my shoulders. I am from Kolkata. Without much ado, I will now shift straight to my story.When this incident had happened, I was in my junior college and.