My Second Wife's Secret Furry Fandom Life

My second wife is secretive about her furry fandom fetish, and I finally see her in action.

After being born and raised in Glen Ellyn, a western suburb of Chicago, I got a relatively high-paying job right out of college, as a trader at the Chicago Mercantile Exchange (CME). My father has contacts there, and I was also in the top of my class, earning a Bachelor of Finance degree from the prestigious Northwestern University.
My name is Paul, and although I dated a few women during my first three years at the CME, my focus was on learning the business and studying for the broker’s exams. I lived in the city, and I hung out at a couple of the local bars with some of the other young traders when I wasn’t studying. That’s where I met, Kate, the woman I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.

Indian Wife and Bold Neighbours

It was after a good deal of search that Zoya and Rehaan had finally chosen this house. It was in an upmarket locality of the town. Although the house was small, it was compact and the neighbourhood was good. That is what the agent who had got them this house had told them. Zoya was all of twenty eight years old and married four years back to Rehaan, a software engineer employed with a multinational. Yet another added advantage of this locality was that their immediate neighbors were known to her sister-in-law i.e Rehaan’s elder sister Sameera. Sameera was about 38 years old , almost as old as Zoya’s neighbours Veronica and George,
The movers had been gone less than an hour. Zoya was crouched among the luggage and packing boxes which littered the spacious front room of the house. She glanced up and saw her husband, Rehaan, stripped to the waist, sweat glistening off his broad shoulders as he carried a trunk toward the staircase. Seeing him that way stirred sweet sensations in her lower abdomen, and Zoya sighed softly. This was one of the happiest moments in her life. She pushed a long, dark curl away from her face, continuing to savor the joyful feelings coursing through her youthful body, enjoying a salacious tingle as her dark nipples hardened against the cotton material of her T-shirt. And her shapely breasts throbbed when, acting on impulse, she stood and made her way towards her husband. She was relishing this moment all the more because while living with her in-laws she was required to be dressed properly in the ubiquitous salwar kameez with the dupatta firmly draped over her breasts. It was only during a vacation that she could dress the way she liked to; in sleeveless tee-shirts and shorts or jeans which showed off her fair, smooth arms and legs. What was the point in undergoing the painful waxing and getting rid of all the hair if there was nobody to see and admire them?