Misc. Erotica DIARY OF AN INDIAN EXHIBITIONIST WIFE

[Cucumber]

Ananya was a simple housewife, 23 years old and newly married. Still young, she was in that transition period between teenage rebelliousness and adult maturity. One thing that made her stand out was her beauty. She was a master at capturing attention, mostly because of her fair complexion, perfect body, and captivating smile with deep dimples. She was a fair-skinned lady, 5'7" tall.
Like any other housewife, she was newly married to Dr. Varun Dhiman, who was currently working at PGI. Varun was a smart guy but a little twisted when it came to his fantasies—something Ananya was completely unaware of. Because of his highly demanding profession, he was mostly busy and away from home. But she was fine with it; they both deeply cared for each other. Theirs was an arranged marriage, and they had started falling in love—not fully yet, but definitely on the right track. They were still getting to know each other.
They lived on the second floor of a three-storey building in an enclosed, gated complex. There was only one apartment on each floor.
The bathroom was located off the main drawing room, which was connected to two bedrooms, a balcony, and the kitchen. There was no attached bathroom in their flat, so naturally, she used the one in the drawing room.
On a lazy Sunday morning, Ananya was taking a thorough bath. Water glistened on her supple skin, running over her pinkish nipples and lightly trimmed bush. Her husband called from outside.
Varun: "Anu, listen—haven't you given the maintenance cheque yet? Guard Ramesh bhaiya is here to collect it."
Ananya: "Sorry, Varun, I forgot yesterday."
Varun: "Hmm, okay. Tell me where it is; I'll hand it over to him."
Ananya: "I kept it in my white purse hanging in the almirah."
Varun: "Okay, miss."
Varun went to the almirah, opened it, and to his surprise, found three white purses, each with lots of pockets.
He came back to the drawing room.
Varun: "Miss, you have three white purses, and each has at least five zips. Which one should I check? Ramesh bhaiya has already been waiting."
Ananya: "It's in the middle pocket of the purse with the leathery texture."
Although Varun was a smart guy, he still wasn't great at distinguishing women's accessories.
Varun: "Please, Anu, just come and give it to me."
Ananya: "Yaar, I'm in the middle of my bath—how can I? The floor will get wet, and I have soap everywhere, even on my face."
Varun hurriedly went back to the almirah, grabbed all three purses, and brought them with him.
Varun: "Baby, I have all the purses. Now open the door and tell me which one it is."
Ananya had soap all over her body, even on her face, so she couldn't open her eyes. She washed her hand quickly and opened the door just a crack.
In the meantime, both of them had forgotten that Ramesh bhaiya was also there. He was sitting on the sofa, facing the LED TV. To his right was the bathroom door.
When the door opened slightly, he saw a naked, wet, fair arm with supple skin reaching out. Varun saw the same thing but wasn't bothered. The arm extended toward the purses, but her hands were wet, so she couldn't feel the texture properly.
Ananya: "Wait, yaar, I can't feel the texture. Let me wash my eyes and face."
Varun: "Hurry up—Ramesh bhaiya is waiting."
In a hurry, without closing the door, Ananya turned toward the tap and opened it. (Bathroom layout: the door opened inward, and the tap was to the left.)
She started washing her face, but because the door had been left slightly ajar and tilted inward, it slowly swung open on its own. Varun, still waiting outside with the three purses in one hand and his mobile in the other—now replying to someone on the phone—didn't notice the door opening.
The only person who noticed was Ramesh bhaiya. The first thing he saw was Ananya's side view of her perfectly bent, plump ass. He was shocked to see her in that state and couldn't tear his eyes away from the soap-covered creamy buttocks. The door didn't stop there; it opened a little more. Now her back and tummy, both covered in soap, were visible too. He tried his best to look away but couldn't. He had never seen such a beautiful, fair, sexy housewife with a body like that. He wanted to see more, but the door stopped halfway, and by then she had cleaned her eyes.
She opened her eyes, closed the tap, and Ramesh instantly shifted his gaze toward the TV. She hadn't noticed him yet.
Now she stood behind the half-open door, her lower body hidden except for her left soap-covered creamy thigh, which was in view from outside. Her whole left side was visible, but she held the door with her left arm, perfectly hiding her left breast.
Ananya: "Varun, it's the middle one, and in the first zip."
Varun was still typing on his phone.
Ananya: "Varun, come on, yaar—now Ramesh bhaiya will get late."
Varun suddenly snapped out of his phone and asked, "What?"
Ananya: "It's the middle one. Open the first zip; it'll be there."
She still hadn't noticed Ramesh bhaiya watching her half-naked from the sofa. Varun opened the zip, found the cheque, took it out, and turned toward Ramesh bhaiya. He took two steps and extended his hand.
Ananya was still watching him, half-naked, and her eyes followed to Ramesh bhaiya. Their eyes locked. It all happened in an instant—she didn't even have time to react. A second later, she realised her state and suddenly slammed the door shut. Her heartbeat erupted like a volcano.
Outside, Varun didn't notice anything and handed over the cheque. Ramesh quickly left the apartment.
Inside, Ananya was now fully flushed but continued her bath. After finishing, she came out.
Now angry, Ananya: "Varun, why didn't you tell me Ramesh bhaiya was waiting inside, sitting on the sofa?"
Varun: "What's there to tell? Isn't it natural to invite a known person inside? And why—what happened?"
Ananya, with red cheeks, still wrapped in a towel in the drawing room, yelled at her husband.
Varun: "Calm down, yaar—what happened?"
Ananya: "When I was looking for the purse, the door was open, and he saw me without clothes. Our eyes even locked for a moment."
Varun was intrigued by this.
Varun: "So he saw you fully nude—your juicy boobs and clean pink pussy?"
Ananya was shocked to hear such dirty talk.
Ananya: "What? Why are you talking like that? Why is there a spark in your eyes? Why are you flustered?"
Varun: "No, no, I'm just asking."
Ananya: "He saw your wife half-naked, and you're not sad or even angry?"
Varun: "It's not a big deal. There's nothing to be angry about. Haven't I seen other people's wives naked? I've seen it multiple times, sometimes even in front of their husbands. Does it change anything or any relationship? Of course not—it doesn't matter at all."
Ananya was shocked to hear this. She was trying to process it when suddenly Varun pulled her towel away. Although now only the two of them were alone, she instinctively covered her boobs with her hands.
Ananya: "What are you doing?"
Varun: "See, I'm your husband, and you're shy in front of me even though we've had sex so many times. You're overthinking, Anu. So what if someone saw your body? It's just a human body—everyone is almost identical, and there's nothing to be afraid of. Accidents happen; we can't do anything about them. These things are only bad when you're forced. And also—you have the most bombastic body of all the wives I've seen naked."
Ananya was truly puzzled about what to say. Should she be angry or happy at the compliment?
She stood there for ten seconds, not knowing what to do. Finally, she let her hands drop to her sides and stood fully nude with wet hair in front of her husband.
Varun came close and suddenly placed his hand on her tummy. His hand started sliding down—first reaching her cute pubic hairs, then directly onto her pussy. To his surprise, she was wet, and his finger slipped inside easily.
Varun: "Hey! Why are you so wet?"
Ananya: "Aaaahh! I just came out of the bath—that's why."
Varun: "Am I stupid or something? Why are you wet inside?"
Ananya: "Aaahhhh…I don't know. You're the doctor—you should know. Why are you asking me?"
She held his hand, pulled it out, then angrily walked naked to her room. Her perfect white ass bounced with each step. She closed the door.
Varun thought to himself: "Why was she wet? Was it because of Ramesh bhaiya? Does she like him?"
He was puzzled but wanted answers.

[Pvzro]

Don't push her directly on Ramesh bhaiya and keep ramesh bhaiya matured guy not a young one ,and let ramesh bhaiya explore her and seduce her and slowly make varun cuck

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[Cucumber]

The next day, Ananya dressed in a beautiful light pink kurti and leggings and went out for grocery shopping. After locking her door, she took the lift down, walked outside, and crossed the parking area. She was lost in her own thoughts when suddenly her eyes met Ramesh's. He was sitting on a chair facing the main complex gate. Her steps halted immediately, and he stood up.
Ramesh: "Good morning, madam."
Ananya suddenly felt a flush creep up her face. "Good morning, bhaiya."
Ramesh: "How are you, madam?"
Ananya: "I'm fine, but you don't look fine. Why do you have dark circles under your eyes? Didn't you sleep properly?"
Ramesh: "Yes, ma'am... I mean, no, ma'am. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't." Suddenly reminded of her naked body, his eyes instinctively started scanning her curves.
Ananya noticed his gaze roaming over her body. "Why, bhaiya? What happened?"
Ramesh: "Ma'am, it's nothing. Sometimes it happens when something keeps playing on your mind."
Ananya now understood what he meant. Shyly, she asked, "What is on your mind?"
Ramesh: "Nothing special, ma'am. And... I wanted to apologise for yesterday. It happened by mistake. I tried to look away, but I couldn't... because I have never seen someone so beautiful."
Ananya was taken aback by the comment. She felt a warmth spread through her body, even as she was surprised by his boldness.
Ananya: "It's okay, bhaiya. Sometimes accidents happen, and we can't control them."
Ramesh: "Yes, ma'am. Thank you for understanding."
Ananya: "Hmm... okay, bhaiya, let's leave this topic. I have to buy some vegetables."
After that, she left.
The rest of the day passed without any more incidents.
Once everything had returned to normal, on a Saturday evening, Varun came back from work.
Ananya: "Dinner is ready—come on!"
Varun went to the kitchen.
Varun: "You made curry?"
Ananya: "Yes, I felt like eating it today."
She picked up the pressure cooker and the rest of the utensils and started walking toward the dining table.
Ananya: "Can you bring the curry?"
Varun: "Yup."
Varun picked up the bowl full of curry and followed behind his wife to the dining table. Suddenly, her foot slipped, and she fell. Varun tripped over her legs, and the curry bowl in his hands slipped too. It spilled directly onto her back. The curry was hot, and she screamed in pain.
Varun: "Sorry, sorry, sorry, baby!"
She kept screaming.
Varun: "Stand up and remove your clothes, or it will leave scars!"
She stood up, jumping in pain, and he quickly helped strip off her clothes. In an instant, she was completely naked and hopping around the drawing room. He held her hand, led her to the bathroom, turned on the cold shower, and placed her under it.
She started to relax.
Ananya: "Ouch, ouch—it's burning!"
Varun: "I'm so sorry, baby. It happened by mistake."
But Ananya's mind was elsewhere.
After about five minutes, she calmed down, felt relief, and started scolding her husband angrily. Varun took it all without saying a word, even though it wasn't entirely his fault.
Ananya: "It will leave scars!"
Varun: "Don't worry, babe—I'm here."
Varun turned her around and examined her naked back. The skin had only turned slightly pink, even after some time. He suddenly remembered the curry wasn't that hot either.
Basically, she was overreacting. Her back was perfectly fine. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Ananya: "It's hurting, and now it will leave scars."
Varun: "Baby, don't worry."
Suddenly, an idea struck him.
Varun: "Baby, I have an ointment that will heal it completely. It might take a little time, but it won't leave a single scar."
He was plotting something.
Varun: "Let's go out and apply some ointment."
Ananya: "Okay."
He led her to the nearby sofa in the drawing room and told her to lie down on her tummy. She was still naked as she lay on it.
Varun: "Let me get the ointment."
As a doctor, he knew it wasn't serious, so he took his time pretending to search his bag. There was no way he didn't have such basic medication, but he came back empty-handed.
Varun: "Anu, there's a problem—no ointment. I'll call Ramesh bhaiya to run to the medical shop at the end of the road. That'll be faster."
Ananya was still in her own zone. "Please, whatever you do, do it now."
Varun called Ramesh bhaiya, asked him to hurry to the medical store, and put the phone on speaker. He told the shopkeeper the name of the ointment, and the shopkeeper handed it to Ramesh.
Varun: "Bhaiya, please hurry up."
Ramesh: "Yes, sir—I’ll be there in a minute."
Varun: "Okay," and cut the call.
Varun: "He's coming, baby. Don't move."
Ananya: "Okay. Please hurry."
In a minute, there was a knock at the door. Varun hastily opened it.
Varun: "Thank you so much, Ramesh bhaiya."
He took the tube from his hand.
Ramesh stayed at the door, not wanting to enter unless invited. From his position, he could see the back of the sofa, with Ananya's head, naked shoulders, and legs visible up to her knees on either side. He was flustered by the sight.
Varun started applying the cream to her back. Suddenly, she felt a jolt, lifted her head sideways, and her eyes met Ramesh bhaiya's. Now she realised she was totally nude, lying on the sofa just a few feet from the security guard. If he took two more steps, everything would be visible—her plump ass, maybe even her pussy.
Ramesh quickly looked away but noticed her curry-drenched clothes lying on the floor. He fully understood she was completely naked; all he had to do was step forward to see her beautiful bright pink pussy and ass.
Ramesh: "Sir, I think I should leave. If you need anything else, please call me."
Varun, fully focused on his wife: "Okay, bhaiya—thank you so much. I'll pay you later."
Ramesh: "No problem, sir. Feel free to call me anytime."
With that, he left. 
Hearing his distant footsteps, she felt some relief, lifted her head, and confirmed he was gone.
Varun continued rubbing the ointment on her back—and spent a lot of time on her ass.
Varun: "Are you feeling okay?"
Ananya: "Yes, a little better now."
Varun: "Okay, fine. Let me wash my hands and order something to eat."
He went to the bathroom.
Ananya thought about the whole incident and lifted her head to check—the main door was still open. She was lying completely nude in the drawing room with the door wide open, unable to do anything about it.
Ananya: "Varun, come here—the main door is still open. Please close it!"
Varun had already noticed. "Wait two minutes, Ananya—I'm freshening up."
Ananya: "Please, yaar—someone might come and see me like this!"
Varun: "Don't worry, babe—we're the only ones on this floor. Just two minutes. And don't stand up."
Ananya started feeling warm again at the thought that someone might see her sexy ass.
Varun came out after five minutes. "Sorry, baby—I totally forgot." He closed the door.
Varun: "Is it okay now?"
Ananya: "Hmm, better."
Varun ordered rice and curry on Zomato and started cleaning the floor.
Ananya was happy seeing her supportive husband and was no longer angry at all.
Ananya: "Varun, are there any scars on my back?"
Varun: "Yes, a little bit—but they'll go away with the cream."
He was lying; she was perfectly fine now. He didn't want to end her exposure yet.
After thirty minutes, the Zomato delivery guy knocked. Varun opened the door fully, knowing his naked wife was on the sofa. He took the food and asked for ₹460.
Delivery guy: "Cash or UPI?"
Varun always used UPI, but today, to expose his wife, he said, "Cash."
He turned, went to the bedroom for his purse, found a ₹500 note but took only a ₹200 note instead. He came back to the drawing room and asked Ananya, "Do you have ₹300 in cash?"
Until then, the delivery guy had been on his phone. Suddenly, he noticed a lady with naked shoulders and bare legs.
Ananya shyly said, "Check my purse." Knowing Varun was doing this on purpose, she added, "Bring all the purses here."
Varun brought all three purses. In the meantime, the delivery boy scanned her shoulders and thighs.
Then Ananya lifted herself slightly to reach better—and her side boob came into the delivery guy's view, though the nipple remained hidden.
She felt extremely shy and didn't dare look at him. Varun took the cash, paid the delivery guy, who took one last glance before leaving.
Varun came beside her and suddenly slid his finger over her pussy. He was surprised to find her fully wet.
Varun: "You're wet even in this situation."
Ananya: "I don't know... maybe because of the burns."
Varun smiled inwardly, thinking she might be turned on by the exposure. This had happened a second time.
Without extending the conversation, he started feeding her the food. After dinner, he carried her to the bedroom, and she slept naked.

[Cucumber]

The next morning 

Early the next morning, Varun's eyes opened and fell on his beautiful wife, lying fully naked on the bed. Her fine, plump ass immediately captivated him.
Varun (thinking to himself): She’s such a shy girl, yet she stayed so calm even after being seen half-naked by three different men in one day. Maybe I need to explore this side of her more.
Lost in his thoughts, Varun got up, went to the bathroom, cleaned the house, and even prepared breakfast—all while Ananya slept peacefully. Despite his twisted fantasies, he genuinely loved her.
Before leaving for the office, he returned to the bedroom.
Varun: "Wake up, Anu. Have some breakfast."
Ananya slowly opened her eyes, saw her husband fully dressed and ready to leave, then glanced at the clock—it was already 8:45.
Ananya: "Oh shit! I overslept. Wait, baby—let me cook something."
Varun: "Don't worry, Anu. I've already cooked and done all the chores. Look, I'm sorry for my mistake last night."
Ananya's eyes filled with tears. "It's okay, yaar—it wasn't even your fault to begin with. I scolded you last night; I'm the one who should be sorry."
Varun: "It's fine, babe. I'm your husband and your partner. We're here for each other. It's only natural that we do things for each other's happiness. And to make the person you love happy, one can do anything... right?"
Ananya, tears still in her eyes: "Yes, baby—you're right. I'm so happy I married you."
Varun: "Now stop crying. Let me rub some ointment on your sexy back, or the scars won't disappear."
Ananya: "Thank you, dear."
Varun took some cream in his palm and began rubbing it gently, starting from the top of her back. His hands gradually moved lower, reaching her ass. He grabbed her right cheek and started groping it firmly, then did the same with the left. A wave of warmth spread through her body. Suddenly, unconsciously, she lifted her ass a little higher.
Varun was surprised by her reaction. His finger slipped from her cheeks to her pussy, which was already wet. He slid it inside, catching Ananya off guard—but she liked it and didn't resist.
Ananya, in a soft voice: "Baby... what are you doing? Don't you have to go to the office?"
Varun: "Yeah, I'll go in a minute."
He slid his two middle fingers into her pussy. On the first stroke, he inserted them halfway; on the next, he pushed both fully in. She gasped.
Varun slowly started fingering his wife.
Varun: "Baby, yesterday the delivery guy almost saw your pink nipples when you were on the sofa. He couldn't take his eyes off you."
Ananya was already high on pleasure, but hearing this made her lift her ass even higher. Her legs spread wider, giving him better access to her holes. His fingers, now glistening with her juices, fucked her pussy with increasing speed.
Varun: "I bet he wanted to see you completely naked."
Ananya: "Yeeeesss... I was so embarrassed lying naked in front of a stranger."
Varun: "So your concern is only when an unknown man sees you naked... but not when someone familiar, like Ramesh bhaiya, does?"
At the mention of Ramesh bhaiya's name, she started jolting. Her body began moving back and forth like a pendulum, taking his fingers deeper in and out.
Varun suddenly realised she might be just as twisted as him.
He pushed further.
Varun: "You should have invited him inside and let him see your spongy ass and wet pussy. Maybe I should have asked him to apply the ointment on your back—so he could grope your ass and finger-fuck you just like I do."
Suddenly, she squirted hard, a strong stream spraying from her pussy onto the bed. But Varun didn't stop. Her body arched high, his fingers still thrusting deep inside. She was having one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Finally, she came really hard and collapsed onto the bed.
Varun was stunned. He watched her fall limp. Now he knew there were unexplored territories in her desires that he needed to discover.
He stood up and said, "Baby, I've covered the breakfast—eat whenever you feel like it. And stay naked the whole day; clothes might stick to the burned skin."
She murmured an "Okay," not realising her back was already perfectly fine.
He kissed her forehead and left for the hospital.

[Cucumber]

Ananya stirred slowly in bed, her body still tingling from the intense morning orgasm. She blinked her eyes open, feeling the soft sheets against her bare skin. 

What just happened? she thought, a mix of confusion and lingering pleasure washing over her. The memory of Varun's fingers inside her, combined with his dirty words about the delivery guy and Ramesh bhaiya, made her cheeks flush. Why did I react like that? Squirting so hard when he mentioned Ramesh applying the ointment... Am I really that twisted? No, it must be the burns or something—I'm not like that. But deep down, a forbidden thrill stirred in her stomach, making her question her own desires. She felt ashamed, yet strangely empowered, as if a hidden part of her was awakening.

She sat up, glancing at the clock—it was already past 10 AM. Her back felt fine, no pain at all, but Varun's words echoed: Stay naked the whole day; clothes might stick to the burned skin. She hesitated, feeling vulnerable yet obedient. 
He's a doctor; he knows best, she rationalized, though a small voice wondered if he was enjoying this control. Naked, she got out of bed, her perfect fair skin glowing in the morning light, her breasts swaying slightly with each step. She walked to the kitchen, her bare feet padding softly on the cool floor, and uncovered the breakfast Varun had prepared—simple toast, eggs, and tea. 
As she ate standing at the counter, she couldn't stop her mind from replaying the scene: Varun's voice teasing her about strangers seeing her, her body betraying her with wetness and arches. 
I should be angry at him for saying those things... but it felt so good. What's wrong with me? We're married; it's okay to experiment, right? But involving others in fantasies... that's too much. She finished her meal quickly, her appetite dimmed by the internal conflict, feeling both guilty for enjoying it and aroused by the memory.

After breakfast, Ananya moved on to her household chores, still completely nude as instructed. She started by washing the dishes, the warm soapy water splashing on her skin, making her nipples harden slightly from the cool air. This feels so strange—doing normal things without clothes. 
What if someone sees through the window? she thought, glancing nervously at the balcony. But the gated complex felt private, and the thrill of vulnerability sent a shiver down her spine.
 She wiped the counters next, her body bending and stretching, her plump ass flexing as she reached high shelves.

Conflicting thoughts swirled: Varun loves me so much—he cooked, cleaned, forgave my scolding. But that fingering... was he testing me? Did he notice how I reacted to Ramesh's name? Oh god, I hope not. I'm a good wife; I shouldn't think about other men. Yet, as she dusted the drawing room, her hand brushed her thigh, and she felt a familiar warmth building between her legs. She paused, breathing heavily, forcing herself to focus. No, stop it. It's just the afterglow. I love Varun; that's all. By noon, she had vacuumed the floors and folded some laundry (carefully, to avoid "irritating" her back), her mind a whirlwind of shame, curiosity, and unspoken desire.

Suddenly, at noon, a firm knock echoed through the apartment door. Ananya froze in the drawing room, her heart pounding like a drum. She was stark naked, not a stitch on her body. Who could that be? Varun's at work; no one's expected. Panic surged through her—should she ignore it? But what if it was important? She tiptoed to the door, her bare breasts pressing against the cool wood as she leaned in to listen. Feeling exposed even behind the door, she called out hesitantly.
Ananya: "Who... who is it?"

Ramesh (from outside, his voice muffled but polite): "Madam, it's me—Ramesh bhaiya, the guard. Sir called me and asked me to check on you. He said you had an accident last night and might need help. Are you okay?

Ananya's mind raced. Varun sent him? Why? Oh, right—the burns. He's worried about me. Ramesh did help last night with the ointment; he's like a savior. But I'm naked! I can't dress—Varun said it could make scars worse. What do I do? She felt a dilemma tearing at her: gratitude toward Ramesh for his quick errand the previous evening, mixed with terror at the idea of him seeing her like this. Yet, ignoring him felt rude, especially since Varun had involved him. Maybe I can just talk through the door, she thought, but her voice trembled with uncertainty.

Ananya: "Um, bhaiya... I'm fine, really. Just resting. You don't need to worry."

Ramesh (sounding concerned): "Madam, sir was very insistent. He said your back got burned badly with hot curry, and I should make sure you're applying the ointment properly or if you need anything from the shop. Please, open the door—I won't take long. I'm just following sir's orders."

Ananya bit her lip, her body flushing with embarrassment. He's so kind, always helpful. And Varun trusts him. If I send him away, Varun might get upset. But how can I let him in like this? In her panic, she glanced around and spotted a thin towel on the nearby chair—leftover from her bath. Okay, I'll wrap this around me quickly. It should cover enough. Feeling a rush of nervous energy, she grabbed the towel, wrapped it around her torso just below her armpits, and tucked it in loosely. It barely reached mid-thigh, hugging her curves tightly, but at least her pussy and nipples were hidden—for now. Her fair shoulders, arms, and legs were fully exposed, and the towel's thin fabric did little to conceal the outline of her body. Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door and opened it just a crack, peeking out.
Ananya (shyly, her voice soft): "Okay, bhaiya... come in. But please, make it quick. I'm... not feeling great."

Ramesh stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He was in his uniform, looking respectful but a bit awkward. As he entered the drawing room, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of her in just a towel—her wet hair from an earlier quick rinse still dripping, her fair skin glowing. He quickly averted his gaze to the floor, feeling a mix of concern and unintended attraction. Madam looks so vulnerable... but beautiful. I shouldn't stare, he thought, remembering the glimpses from before.

Ramesh: "Thank you, madam. Sir called from the hospital—said you might be in pain and alone. How's your back? Do you need more ointment or medicine? I can run to the shop again."

Ananya gestured for him to sit on the sofa, staying standing herself to keep distance. She felt exposed, the towel clinging to her damp skin, but relieved that her most private areas were covered. This is okay; he's not looking directly. Just talk and send him away, she reassured herself, though her heart raced with a strange mix of fear and that forbidden thrill from earlier thoughts.

Ananya: "It's better now, bhaiya. Varun applied the cream this morning. No scars yet, I think. Thank you for last night—you were a real help."

Ramesh (nodding, still avoiding her eyes): "No problem, madam. Anything for sir and you. But let me see if the burn looks okay? Sir said to check."

Ananya hesitated, feeling trapped. Check my back? In this towel? No way. But gratitude won over. "Um, okay... but just a quick look." She turned slightly, loosening the towel a bit to show her upper back, keeping her front covered. Ramesh leaned forward politely, seeing only the smooth, unmarked skin—no burns at all. It looks fine... why did sir say it was bad? he wondered, but said nothing.

Ramesh: "It seems healing well, madam. No redness. Good."
Relieved, Ananya turned back, smiling faintly. "See? Told you. You can tell Varun I'm fine."

As she shifted her weight, the loosely tucked towel, damp from her skin, began to slip. She felt it loosening but reacted too late. In a panic, she grabbed the front, but the side gaped open, revealing a full side view of her left breast—curved and fair, though the nipple stayed just hidden by her arm—and a glimpse of her hip and the curve of her ass. Ramesh's eyes flicked up involuntarily, catching the accidental flash before he quickly looked away, his face turning red. Oh no... I saw too much. But she's so stunning, he thought, feeling guilty yet aroused.

Ananya (gasping, quickly readjusting the towel, her voice high-pitched with shock): "Oh god! Sorry, bhaiya—the towel slipped. Please, don't look!"

Ramesh (standing up abruptly, backing toward the door, flustered): "Sorry, madam! I didn't mean to... It was an accident. I'll go now. Take care—call if you need anything."

He hurried out, closing the door behind him. Ananya stood there, towel now secure, her body trembling. That was more than I expected... he saw my side boob and hip. Why am I not screaming? Instead, I feel... hot? Like this morning. Conflicting thoughts flooded her: embarrassment, but also a rush of arousal, making her question everything again.

[Cucumber]

Ananya stood frozen in the drawing room for a long moment after Ramesh left, her hand still clutching the towel tightly around her body. Her heart was racing, cheeks burning with embarrassment—but surprisingly, not with overwhelming shame. 

Ananya - He saw the side of my breast... my hip... almost everything. Why don't I feel completely humiliated? she thought, confused. A strange warmth lingered between her legs, the same forbidden thrill from the morning. This isn't right. Good wives don't feel excited when other men accidentally see them. But... it was an accident. Ramesh bhaiya is so respectful—he looked away immediately, apologised, and left. He's always so helpful, like a guardian for the building. And Varun sent him... is Varun pushing me into these situations on purpose? Testing my loyalty?


She walked to the sofa and sat down, still naked under the towel, her mind swirling with internal conflict. I'm a good housewife. I love Varun deeply. I cook, clean, care for him. If he's testing me—to see if I'll stay faithful and modest no matter what—then I'll pass every test. I won't let these accidents turn into anything more. But why does my body react like this? It's betraying me. Despite the guilt, a small part of her felt empowered, desired. Ramesh's flustered reaction, his quick glance—it made her feel beautiful, wanted. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts away. No. Focus on being dutiful. That's what matters.

The rest of the day passed slowly. Ananya removed the towel eventually, remembering Varun's "medical" advice, and continued her chores naked—folding clothes, preparing dinner ingredients, watching a bit of TV. Each time she caught her reflection in a mirror, she felt a mix of vulnerability and secret excitement, but she reminded herself: I'm doing this for my husband. To heal properly. Nothing else.

In the evening, Varun returned home, tired but eager. He stepped inside, dropped his bag, and smiled at the sight of his wife still completely naked in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove. Her fair skin glowed under the lights, her perfect curves on full display.

Varun (grinning, coming closer and hugging her from behind): "Hey, baby. How was your day? Still following doctor's orders?"

Ananya (turning in his arms, smiling softly, feeling his hands on her bare waist): "Yes, dear. I stayed naked all day. Your instructions helped—no irritation on my back."

Varun (kissing her neck, his voice casual but probing): "Good girl. Oh, by the way—did Ramesh bhaiya come by? I called him from the hospital, asked him to check on you."

Ananya (nodding calmly, no dramatic reaction—just a normal, matter-of-fact tone): "Yes, he did. He was worried about my burns. I let him in, wrapped in a towel, of course."

Varun (raising an eyebrow, expecting shock or anger, but getting none): "You... let him in? While you were basically naked?"

Ananya (shrugging lightly, her expression steady): "He was just checking my back, like you asked. He saw it was fine—no redness. But then the towel slipped a little on the side."

Varun (eyes widening slightly, intrigued): "Slipped? How much?"

Ananya (meeting his gaze directly, her voice steady but with a subtle playful edge): "Enough that he got a good view of my side boob and hip. If it had slipped just a little more... another man would have seen your wife completely naked, alone in the apartment."
Varun froze, taken aback by her casual, almost dirty comment. She's saying this so calmly? Even adding details? His face showed clear shock, but arousal stirred immediately.

Ananya (noticing his reaction, continuing with a soft smile, testing the waters): "Imagine, baby—if the towel fell completely. Ramesh bhaiya standing there, seeing my naked body up close. My breasts, my ass... everything. Alone with me while you're at work."
Varun's mouth opened slightly, no words coming out. He felt a rush of excitement—his shy wife was saying these things openly. Ananya spotted the growing bulge in his pants, the unmistakable boner straining against the fabric. Ah... so this is his game. He gets turned on by this. By me being exposed. A wave of understanding washed over her. She felt a mix of surprise, relief, and her own arousal building. He's not testing my loyalty—he wants this. And... maybe I do too, a little.
As a dutiful housewife, determined to make her husband happy, Ananya stepped back slightly, her naked body fully on display. She looked into his eyes with love and submission.

Ananya (softly, seductively): "I'm your wife, Varun. I have to make you happy... whatever it takes."
Without breaking eye contact, she sank to her knees right there in the drawing room, her bare knees on the cool floor. Varun's breath hitched as she reached for his belt, unbuckling it slowly, then pulling down his zipper. His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing. She wrapped her soft hand around it, feeling its heat, and leaned in.

Ananya started with slow, teasing licks—her tongue tracing the underside from base to tip, swirling around the head, tasting the precum. Varun groaned, his hands tangling in her hair.

Varun (voice husky): "Anu... fuck, baby..."

She took him deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching around his thickness, bobbing slowly at first. Her free hand cupped his balls gently, massaging them as she sucked, hollowing her cheeks for more suction. Saliva glistened on his shaft as she worked him expertly—alternating deep throating (taking him as far as she could, her throat tightening) with wet, sloppy licks along the sides. Her naked breasts swayed with the motion, nipples hard from her own arousal. She looked up at him innocently yet hungrily, eyes locked on his shocked, pleasure-filled face.

Varun (moaning louder): "God, Anu... you're amazing. Keep going..."

She picked up the pace, her head moving faster, hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. Wet sounds filled the room—sucking, slurping, his heavy breathing. She felt powerful, desired, giving him this pleasure as his devoted wife.
Finally, Varun tensed, his hips bucking slightly.

Varun: "Baby... I'm gonna..."

He came hard, spraying the first half deep into her mouth—she swallowed eagerly, tasting him. The rest pulsed out onto her beautiful face—warm streaks landing on her cheeks, lips, and chin. She milked him gently until he was spent, then licked him clean with a final swirl of her tongue.

Ananya (sitting back on her heels, cum glistening on her face, smiling up at him): "This is your return gift... for this morning."
Varun (panting, pulling her up into a deep kiss, tasting himself on her lips): "Fuck, Anu... you're incredible."

[Cucumber]

After the intense blowjob, Ananya wiped her face with a tissue, her cheeks still flushed. Varun pulled her into a tight embrace, both breathing heavily, but neither spoke about what had just happened.

 A silent understanding hung in the air—too new, too raw to discuss yet. They moved to the kitchen as if nothing extraordinary had occurred. Dinner was simple: rice, dal, and the curry from earlier. 

They sat at the dining table, chit-chatting about mundane things—Varun's day at the hospital, a funny patient story. Both deliberately avoided eye contact that lingered too long, laughing a little too forcefully at small jokes. 

Why aren't we talking about it? Ananya wondered, feeling a mix of satisfaction and uncertainty. I made him happy... but where is this leading? Varun, too, kept his thoughts light on the surface, though his mind raced beneath.

After dinner, they cleared the dishes together, stole a few soft kisses, and headed to bed early. Ananya slipped under the sheets naked, as usual now, and Varun joined her, holding her close. 

Sleep came quickly for her, but Varun lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling. His mind was occupied, torn by internal conflict. What just happened today... her saying those dirty things so calmly, then that incredible blowjob—she knew exactly what turned me on. Is this okay? Are we crossing lines we'll regret? Or is this who we really are? He felt excitement, guilt, and curiosity all at once. Maybe there's only one way to find out. I need to push further... see if she really enjoys it too. With that resolve settling in his chest, he finally drifted off.
The next morning, Varun woke up early again, careful not to disturb Ananya. He went through the routine quietly—bathroom, cleaning the house, preparing breakfast (paratha and curd this time). 
Despite his fantasies growing bolder, his love for her remained steady; these acts of service grounded him. Before leaving for work, he returned to the bedroom. Ananya was still asleep, lying naked on her side, the sheet barely covering her curves. He gently shook her shoulder.

Varun (softly): "Anu... wake up, baby. Breakfast is ready."

Ananya stirred, opening her eyes slowly, smiling sleepily at him in his crisp doctor's coat. She sat up, the sheet falling away, exposing her breasts fully. She didn't bother covering them anymore.

Ananya (yawning): "Good morning, dear. You're leaving already?"

Varun: "Yes, duty calls. But first—let me check your back."

He made her turn slightly, pretending to examine it carefully. The skin was now perfectly smooth—no trace of pinkness or burns. It's completely healed, he thought, but excitement overrode honesty. I don't want her wearing clothes yet. This game isn't over. He kept up the act.
Varun (serious tone): "It's better, but still healing. Don't wear clothes today either, okay? Let the skin breathe fully—no risk of irritation."

Ananya (nodding obediently, though a small smile played on her lips): "Okay, doctor saab. Whatever you say."

They shared a quick kiss, and he left for the hospital.

After the door closed, Ananya stretched lazily, fully naked, enjoying the freedom for a moment. She headed to the bathroom for a long, relaxing bath. The warm water cascaded over her body, soothing her skin and stirring memories of yesterday's touches. 

As she stepped out and dried herself, she remembered the ointment. Varun said to complete the course... but how do I apply it to my back alone? My hands can't reach properly. She tried in front of the mirror, twisting awkwardly, but only managed a patchy job. Frustration mixed with temptation.

 Should I leave it? No, he was clear about finishing the treatment. Then yesterday's realisation returned: This is part of his game—he wants these situations. 
And... if I'm honest, the thrill isn't all bad. Internal conflict raged—I'm a good wife; I shouldn't involve others. But Ramesh bhaiya is respectful, helpful. It's just cream on my back, nothing more. Finally, curiosity and obedience won. With hesitant fingers, she dialled Ramesh's number.

Ananya (voice shy, soft): "Hello, Ramesh bhaiya? It's Ananya madam... from the second floor."

Ramesh (surprised but polite): "Yes, madam! Good morning. Everything okay?"

Ananya: "Um, yes... actually, the ointment finished. Could you please get a new tube from the medical shop? Same one as last time."

Ramesh: "Of course, madam. I'll go right now and bring it."

He bought it quickly and reached her apartment in fifteen minutes, knocking gently. Ananya's heart pounded as she wrapped herself in the same thin towel from yesterday—tucking it loosely around her torso. It covered from chest to mid-thigh, but barely. Just for a minute, she told herself, feeling nervous yet strangely excited. She opened the door a crack, peeking out.

Ananya (blushing): "Thank you so much, bhaiya. Come in for a second."
Ramesh stepped inside, handing her the tube, eyes politely lowered. "Here, madam. Anything else?"

He turned to leave, but Ananya hesitated, then spoke.
Ananya (voice trembling slightly): "Wait, bhaiya... actually, I need a small help. My back—Varun said to apply the cream properly, but I can't reach alone. Could you... just put it on my back? It won't take long."

Ramesh froze, face turning red. He adjusted his uniform cap nervously. Apply cream on madam's back? In a towel? This is too much... but sir trusts me, and she's asking politely. He felt shy, hesitant—his body reacting despite himself.

Ramesh (stammering): "Madam, I... are you sure? It's not right—I mean, I can wait outside or..."

Ananya (convincing gently, though her own heart raced): "Please, bhaiya. You're like family—always helping us. It's just medicine. Varun won't mind; he sent you yesterday too. Just my back, nothing else."

After a pause, Ramesh nodded reluctantly. "Okay, madam... if you say so."
She led him to the bedroom, her bare feet soft on the floor, towel clinging damply. In the room, she lay down on her tummy on the bed, positioning carefully. The towel now covered only her ass and lower back—her long fair legs fully exposed, sides of her breasts (soft, curved side boobs) visible as they pressed against the mattress, though nipples remained hidden. Ramesh's eyes widened briefly; he quickly looked away, but felt heat rising. He adjusted his pant discreetly, trying to hide his growing arousal.

Ananya (feeling the cool air on her skin, heart pounding): This is more exposed than yesterday. His eyes on me... why does it make me feel so hot? Like electricity on my skin.
To cool down, she casually lowered the towel a few inches more, supposedly for better access. Now it barely covered her ass crack and pussy—any shift risked full exposure, but still hidden for now.

Ramesh (voice shaky, sitting on the bed edge): "Madam... where exactly?"

Ananya: "All over the back, bhaiya. Start from the top."

He squeezed cream onto his rough palms, hands trembling slightly, and began applying it gently on her upper back. His touch was hesitant at first—calloused fingers gliding over her supple, fair skin. 
To Ananya, it felt electric: warm, firm pressure sending shivers down her spine. His hands are so different from Varun's—stronger, rougher. Every stroke... oh god, it's making me wet. This is wrong, but it feels so erotic, so forbidden. Her breathing deepened, nipples hardening against the bedsheet, a warmth pooling between her legs. She bit her lip to stay quiet, body tingling with guilty pleasure.

Ramesh, applying carefully, noticed something odd—no scars, no redness at all. Why cream if there's no burn? Is madam... enjoying this? No, can't be. He stayed silent, shy, finishing quickly but thoroughly, his fingers brushing lower near the towel edge. The room felt charged, both aware of the intimacy.

Finally done, he stood up abruptly.

Ramesh (voice low): "Finished, madam. It... looks completely fine, actually."
Ananya (turning her head, smiling shyly, still on tummy): "Thank you, bhaiya. You're a lifesaver."

He nodded and hurried out. Ananya waited five minutes, body still buzzing with arousal, before getting up. She let the towel fall completely, standing fully naked. She walked to the door, locked it securely, and leaned against it, breathing heavily. What am I becoming? His touch felt too good... I need to process this.

[Cucumber]

Late in the evening, Varun returned home, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. It had been an exceptionally busy day at the hospital—one failed surgery weighing heavily on his mind, a patient's life lost despite his best efforts. He pushed open the door, dropped his bag carelessly, and crashed onto the sofa in the drawing room, loosening his tie with a deep sigh. 
His naked wife, Ananya, who had been waiting for him, noticed his tired, sad expression immediately. She felt a surge of concern and love—My poor husband, he carries so much. I want to make him happy, ease his pain. Still completely nude as per his "instructions," she walked over gracefully, her fair skin glowing under the soft lights, and sat beside him, placing a gentle hand on his thigh.

Ananya (softly, stroking his arm): "Baby, what happened? Why do you look so sad?"

Varun (rubbing his forehead, voice heavy): "Rough day, Anu. Too many cases... and one surgery went wrong. We lost the patient. I tried everything, but..."

Ananya's heart ached for him. She leaned closer, her bare breasts brushing his arm unintentionally, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting hug.

Ananya (kissing his cheek tenderly): "I'm so sorry, dear. You're an amazing doctor—you save so many lives. This isn't your fault. Let me cheer you up, baby. I'll make your favorite tea, give you a massage..."

Varun (shaking his head weakly, not in the mood): "Not now, Anu. I'm just too drained."

Ananya paused, feeling a mix of disappointment and understanding. Then a playful thought crossed her mind—He always perks up when I talk about these "accidents." Maybe this will distract him, make him feel better. She pulled back slightly, a subtle smile on her lips.

Ananya (teasing lightly): "Okay, baby... I was about to tell you about today's visit from Ramesh bhaiya. But if you don't want to hear, it's fine."

Varun's eyes snapped open, fatigue momentarily forgotten. He sat up straighter, fully focused now, eagerness flickering in his gaze despite his tiredness.

Varun (quickly): "No, no—tell me! What happened? Everything, in detail."

Ananya saw his sudden interest, feeling a thrill of power—He really loves this. It turns him on. And... telling him makes me feel hot too. She shifted closer, her naked body pressing against him, and began recounting the events in an erotic, breathy tone, lingering on the sensual details.

Ananya: "Well... I called him because the cream finished, and I couldn't reach my back. He brought a new tube. I was in that thin towel, you know—the one that barely covers anything. I convinced him to help apply it. Took him to the bedroom, lay on my tummy on the bed. The towel only covered my ass... my legs were completely bare, and from the sides, he could see my side boobs pressing into the mattress."

Varun's breathing quickened, his tiredness fading as arousal built. She's describing it so vividly... like she's enjoying reliving it.

Varun (voice husky, eyes intense): "Show me. Show me exactly where he touched you."
Ananya stood up slowly, fully naked, turning her back to him. She traced her fingers over her smooth skin sensually.

Ananya: "Here... from my shoulders all the way down my back. His fingers brushed so close to the towel edge."

Varun reached out, touching the same spots, surprised at how low she indicated.

Varun: "Wait... that close to your ass? Ramesh bhaiya touched your ass?"

Ananya (turning to face him, shaking her head innocently): "No, baby—he didn't. He only applied where the 'burns' were. He was very respectful, stopped at the towel."

Varun saw an opportunity, his plan forming instantly—This will push her further tomorrow. He instigated gently, feigning concern.

Varun (serious tone): "But Anu... your lower back and ass area had spills too, remember? The hot curry dripped there. If cream isn't applied properly on those parts, it might leave permanent scars. We have to complete the full course—no skipping."

Ananya's eyes widened in alarm. Permanent scars? On my ass? No, I can't let that happen. She felt scared, gullible in her trust for his medical knowledge.

Ananya: "Really? Oh god... you're right. We need to apply more thoroughly."

Varun (nodding solemnly): "Yes, baby. Tomorrow, make sure it's done properly."

Inside, Ananya's mind raced with forbidden thoughts—Ramesh bhaiya's rough hands on my naked ass... groping, massaging the cream in deeply. A wave of heat flushed her body, but guilt followed. No! I'm a dutiful wife. I love Varun—I can't let that happen. It's too much. She resolved firmly: Tomorrow, I'll wake up early, take a bath, and ask Varun to apply it before he leaves. That way, I stay modest, no involving Ramesh again.

They cuddled on the sofa for a while, then had a quiet dinner and drifted to sleep in each other's arms, the unspoken tension lingering.

The next morning, both woke up early—Ananya deliberately setting an alarm to ensure she was up before him. Varun was a little surprised to see her awake so soon, stirring beside him naked and fresh-faced.

Varun (smiling, stretching): "Good morning, early bird. What's this—you beating me out of bed?"

Ananya (cheerful, hiding her plan): "Just wanted to start the day with you, baby."
He took a quick shower and got ready for work, dressing sharply. Ananya showered too, her body glistening as she emerged naked, towel-drying her hair. As Varun picked up his bag and headed toward the door, she called out sweetly.

Ananya: "Wait, dear—before you go, can you apply the cream? On my full back... properly, like you said?"

Varun immediately understood—She's trying to avoid Ramesh, saving her modesty. Smart, but... I want to see how far this goes. He was clever too. He set his bag down, took the tube, and made her lie on the bed on her tummy. He squeezed cream onto his palm, acting like he was starting—rubbing a little on her upper back.

Varun (casual): "Okay, turn over—wait, no, stay like this."

Suddenly, his phone buzzed—he pretended to answer an "emergency" call, though it was just a reminder he ignored.

Varun (acting urgent, standing up abruptly): "Shit—emergency case just came in. Critical patient. I have to rush!"

Ananya (panicking, sitting up naked, trying to stop him): "Wait, baby! The cream—you didn't finish! Please, just five minutes!"

Varun (already at the door, feigning haste): "No time, Anu—lives are at stake. Don't worry, I'll send Ramesh bhaiya immediately. He'll apply it properly. Complete the course!"
Before she could protest further, he blew a kiss and hurried out, closing the door behind him. Ananya sat on the bed, naked and stunned, a little panic rising in her chest. Oh no... Ramesh again? On my ass this time? What do I do now?

[Cucumber]

Ananya stood frozen for a moment after Varun rushed out, her naked body still warm from the shower, heart pounding with mild panic. He left so fast... now Ramesh bhaiya will come again. For my ass this time. The thought sent a forbidden shiver through her—guilt mixed with that confusing heat. 

No, I have to protect my modesty. I'm a good wife. She hurried to the wardrobe, rejecting the thin towel from before. Towel slips too easily.

 Something better... the apron! She pulled out her kitchen apron—a frilly, light-pink one with thin straps that tied at the neck and back. It covered her front from chest to mid-thigh, but the sides were open, and the back was completely bare. She slipped it on, tying it snugly. Looking in the mirror, she blushed deeply. Oh god... this makes me look even sexier. The apron hugs my curves, my side boobs are peeking out, and my entire back and ass are exposed. To save at least some modesty, she quickly pulled on a simple cotton panty—white, snug, covering her pussy and most of her ass. There. Front covered by apron, pussy protected by panty. Just medical help, nothing more.

A knock came soon after—Ramesh, prompt as always. Ananya took a deep breath, feeling shy yet determined, and opened the door slightly.

Ananya (voice soft, nervous): "Come in, bhaiya. Thank you for coming so quickly."

Ramesh stepped inside, tube in hand, but froze the moment he saw her. The apron accentuated her fair, perfect figure—breasts pushing against the thin fabric, nipples faintly outlined, bare back and long legs on full display. His eyes widened involuntarily; an instant boner strained against his uniform pants. Madam looks like... like a sexy dream. How can someone be this beautiful? He quickly lowered his gaze, face flushing, feeling guilty for his reaction but unable to stop the arousal.

Ramesh (stammering politely): "Madam... sir said it's urgent. The cream—where should I...?"

Ananya (blushing, gesturing toward the bedroom, trying to sound casual): "In the room, bhaiya. Same as yesterday—on my back. Please."

She led him to the bedroom, her bare ass cheeks peeking slightly below the apron strings as she walked. Ramesh followed, eyes darting despite himself, boner throbbing uncomfortably. In the room, she lay on her tummy on the bed, apron front covering her breasts and front, panty covering her lower half. Her entire smooth back was exposed, down to the panty waistband.

Ananya (softly, face buried in pillow): "Start from the top, bhaiya. Like before."

Ramesh sat carefully on the bed edge, squeezing cream onto his palms. His hands trembled as he began—rough fingers gliding gently over her upper back, spreading the cool cream. Ananya sighed softly; his touch felt even more electric today. So strong... warm. Why does this make my body heat up like this?

He worked downward methodically, reaching her lower back. He was almost finished when Ananya, remembering Varun's warning about "permanent scars," spoke hesitantly.

Ananya (voice shy, muffled): "Bhaiya... please pull the panty down just a little. The upper cheeks need cream too—or it might scar."

Ramesh's hands paused, surprised. Pull her panty? Madam is asking me to...? His boner hardened further, heart racing, but he kept his voice steady.

Ramesh (hesitant but obedient): "Ji, madam... as you say."

He gently hooked his fingers under the waistband and lowered it a few inches, exposing her upper ass cheeks—plump, fair, perfect. The sight made him throb; he shifted, sitting lightly on her lower legs to hide his erection and steady himself. He began kneading the cream into her upper ass, fingers pressing firmly, massaging in circles. Ananya bit her lip, a soft moan escaping despite herself. His hands on my bare ass... groping, massaging. It feels so good, so erotic. My pussy is getting wet—stop this!

Feeling bolder from her lack of protest—and his own growing arousal—she spoke again.

Ananya (breathier now): "Lower... please lower the panty till halfway, bhaiya. Need to cover more." 
Ramesh (voice thick, surprised but complying): "Madam... sure?"

He slid the panty down to mid-ass, now exposing half her plump buttocks—the curve and cleft visible, soft skin glowing. Only the lower part and pussy remained covered. His arousal peaked; fingers kneaded deeper, more sensually, thumbs brushing the exposed cleft.

When she murmured, "Is it done?" he wanted desperately to see and touch more. But he maintained his decent image.

Ramesh (carefully): "No, madam... there are more spots hidden under the panty. But I can apply over it—no need to lower more."

Ananya hesitated, nervous. Over the panty? The cream will stick and ruin it... and not absorb properly. Heat flooded her body at the idea of more exposure.

Ananya (nervously, voice small): "Um... no, bhaiya. It’ll stick to the fabric. Please... lower it properly."

Ramesh's heart pounded. He gently pulled the panty lower—now it barely covered her lower ass and pussy, three-fourths of her sexy, fair ass fully exposed from the top. He noticed the damp wet spot on the remaining fabric. Madam is wet... because of this? His massage turned even more erotic—slow, deep kneads for a full two minutes, fingers gliding over her bare cheeks, thumbs grazing dangerously close to forbidden areas. Ananya's breathing grew heavy, body tingling intensely. This feels too good... his hands all over my ass. I'm soaked. But he's so respectful—only doing what I asked.

Finally, he finished, voice husky.
Ramesh: "Done, madam. Properly applied."

He stood to leave, but Ananya, wanting to thank him and delay her own flustered state, sat up carefully (holding the apron front).

Ananya (smiling shyly): "Wait, bhaiya—have some tea first. You've helped so much."

Ramesh (hesitant, boner still evident): "No, madam... I should go."

Ananya (insisting gently): "Please—just one cup. As thanks."

He relented, sitting on the drawing room sofa. Ananya stood, realising too late—she couldn't pull her panties back up without the cream sticking and smearing. Oh no... they're still lowered. Flustered but trapped, she left them bunched low on her thighs/ass, the apron hiding her front. She turned her back to Ramesh, exposing most of her bare ass (panty only a thin strip now), and started making tea at the kitchen counter.

Ramesh stared openly from the sofa, boner raging at the sight—her perfect white ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she moved, panty teasingly low. Madam doesn't know how sexy she looks... I shouldn't stare, but...

To get milk from the lower fridge shelf, she bent shyly—legs pressed together, trying desperately to save modesty, but the motion made her ass cheeks part slightly, panty shifting. Ramesh swallowed hard, arousal unbearable.

She brought the tea tray—apron front clinging, side boobs visible in the open sides, half-naked ass swaying as she walked. They sat, sipping and chit-chatting.
Ananya (impressed, more open now): "Bhaiya, you're always so helpful and respectful. Not many people are like that."

Ramesh (eyes darting but polite): "It's my duty, madam. For good people like you and sir."
She felt shy but warmed by his decency, the earlier erotic tension lingering.

[Cucumber]

Finally, the tea was finished. Ramesh placed his empty cup on the tray, looking a little uncomfortable but grateful.

Ramesh (politely, standing up first): "Thank you so much for the tea, madam. It was very nice. I should go now—duty is waiting downstairs."

Ananya (smiling shyly, feeling a strange mix of warmth and lingering arousal from the earlier massage): "No problem at all, bhaiya. You helped me so much today; the least I could do was offer tea. I'm really impressed—you're always so respectful and decent."

Ramesh (blushing slightly, eyes briefly flicking to her bare shoulders and the visible curves of her side boobs through the open sides of the apron): "It's nothing, madam. You're like family to all of us in the building. Sir and you are good people."

Ananya's heart fluttered at his words. He's so genuine... even after touching my bare ass, he stayed respectful. No wrong moves, just helping. The thought made her feel safe, yet the memory of his rough hands kneading her skin sent another warm pulse between her legs. She stood up carefully, holding the apron front securely with one hand while balancing the tea tray in the other. Her lowered panties—still bunched uncomfortably low from the massage—clung loosely to her thighs, the creamy fabric sticky against her skin.

Ananya (gesturing toward the door): "Let me see you out, bhaiya. It's only proper."
Ramesh nodded and started walking toward the main door. Ananya followed a step behind, her bare feet soft on the floor, the apron swaying with each step. From behind, Ramesh could see her fully exposed ass cheeks—plump, fair, and perfect—jiggling ever so slightly as she moved, the white panty reduced to a thin, useless strip barely covering the very bottom curve and her pussy. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes forward, but the sight was intoxicating. Madam has no idea how erotic she looks right now... I should not stare, but...

As they reached the door, Ananya shifted the tray to one hand to reach for the knob. The small movement was enough—the already loosened panties, disturbed by all the earlier lowering and her walking, suddenly lost their precarious grip. They slid smoothly down her smooth thighs, past her knees, and pooled silently at her feet in a soft cotton heap.

Ananya felt the cool air rush fully against her now completely naked ass and pussy lips from behind. Her eyes widened in shock; a deep flush exploded across her cheeks and chest. Oh god, no! My panty... it's down! He can see everything—my full bare ass, the curve... everything! She froze, mortified, one hand clutching the apron front desperately to keep her pussy hidden from the front view, the other still holding the tray. Her heart hammered wildly—embarrassment flooding her, yet mixed with that inexplicable rush of heat that made her nipples harden against the apron fabric and her exposed skin tingle.

Ananya (voice high-pitched, flustered, stammering): "B-bhaiya... wait, my... oh no!"

Ramesh, already halfway turning to say goodbye, caught the full, unobstructed view—her perfect, fair ass cheeks completely bare, round and creamy, the faint redness from his earlier kneading still visible, the intimate shadow between them teasingly exposed. His face turned crimson; arousal surged so strongly that he felt dizzy.

Ramesh (averting his eyes instantly, voice shaky and hurried): "Madam! I... I didn't see anything! Sorry—I'll go now!"

He fumbled with the door, opened it quickly, and practically bolted out, closing it behind him with a soft click. Ananya stood there alone, panting, the fallen panty at her ankles, tray trembling in her hand. She stepped out of the fabric puddle carefully, her bare ass and pussy now fully exposed to the empty room. Embarrassment burned through her, but beneath it, that confusing thrill pulsed stronger than ever—He saw everything... my completely naked ass. And I... I'm so wet again. What's happening to me?
She locked the door with shaky fingers, leaned against it, and closed her eyes, body still buzzing from the accidental full exposure.

[Alvinthomas]

Good narration style. Try to add unexpected twists to make the story more interesting.

[sksandiip1]

Hot hai story

[xossissippi]

Amazing story dear Cucumber and amazing name too - Cucumber! loved it.

Always wanted a new spark in this forum and you have rocked the introduction with amazing concept.

Loved the first scene where an accident lead to curiosity for husband or was it planned? ;) Loved how you highlighted her full and thunderous thighs in the bathroom scene. Loved each and every progression from there! Ramesh bhaiyya very restrained, hopefully he's some middle aged character. Waiting to see what plans hubby has for Ananya. Maybe next time the underwear is not needed at all and Ramesh bhaiyya can experience the full glory of the fairest and the voluptuous behind of Ananya, let's see what he'll do after witnessing such a sight! and will he be able to control?? Love how even Ananya is enjoying this experience with Ramesh watchman.

If possible try to introduce some old man uncle characters from the apartment complex who are fat, bald and lecherous but acting as well wishers of couple. Let the hubby get excited and corrupt Ananya's mind with all naughty thoughts about ugly old lecherous people. Would be very erotic...

Regardless waiting for your next update dear. Great job!!

[SanjuR]

Nice concept. Waiting for update bro.

Waiting to see how much that varun make ananya to expose or anaya herself takes the episode with own exhibit exposures.