Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

Meera was the kind of girl who made every man turn his head twice. She had a beautiful round face, big innocent eyes that sparkled like morning dew, and a small straight nose that looked perfect on her fair wheatish skin. Her lips were full and naturally pink. But what really made people stare was her body. Everything about her was just right – full breasts that sat high and firm, a narrow waist, wide hips, and long smooth thighs that looked soft even under clothes. She was 26 now, but she still carried that simple village glow.
She was born and raised in a small Kerala village near Kozhikode. Back there, she always wore churidar – loose and modest. After marriage to Ajay two years ago, everything changed. Ajay was an income tax officer, honest and straight-forward, but he loved seeing his wife look a little modern. He gently insisted she start wearing kurti and leggings instead of churidar. Meera loved him so much that she agreed, even though she felt shy. The leggings were stretchy and thin. They hugged her thighs tightly, showing the exact shape of her legs and the soft curve where her thighs met her round buttocks. Every time she walked, the fabric stretched over her bottom and she never liked the figure hugging leggings but she loved Ajay a lot would do anything to make him happy. At home she felt safe wearing Ajay’s loose white T-shirts and a simple wraparound skirt that reached her knees. No tight clothes, no worry.
But at the wood-trading mill where she worked as accountant, there was no escape.
The mill owner was Thomas sir, a 58-year-old man everyone called “uncle.” Meera saw him exactly like that – a friendly uncle who gave her the job because she was good with numbers. Thomas is a simple businessman yet very rich and he knows how to run his business, he wore simple clothes he always wore a linen shirt and mund always.  But whenever Meera entered his office, the mundu would suddenly stand out in front like a tent. Because Thomas had a massive hard-on the moment he saw her.
He had been fantasizing about Meera since the day she joined. He loved how her tight kurti stretched over her big breasts, how the deep round neck sometimes showed the soft upper curves of her cleavage. He always wanted to peek under her kurti. He peeked once or twice on few occasions but she always wore camisole under her kurti. He never got a very good visual.Summer was getting hotter and her office space don't have A/C only Thomas's cabin is airconditioned. The other men used to undo first 2 buttons in hot and used to work. She wass complaining to Ajay you guys are lucky in summer. Ajay told her you skip wearing camisole she felt like ayye without camisole ? I never stepped outside without that. He said its ok almost on one wears it these days. She too agreed. then she asked how do you know shameless. They both laughed. She finally decided to ditch camisole she was careful first 2 days to check if anybody stared she didn't notice anyone or she didn't recognise anyone. Thomas uncle who was on leave 2 days came back and he quickly realised a missing layer in her clothing.  Her bra outline was always visible under the thin kurti fabric – two clear round cups holding those heavy mango-shaped breasts. The sight made his cock throb painfully inside his mundu. He never said anything dirty. He just smiled like a kind uncle and kept calling her to his room for small reasons.
Every morning at 9:30, all staff had to sign the attendance register in Thomas sir’s office. The AC was always on full blast, making the room cold. Meera would bend slightly over the table to sign. Her kurti would fall forward. The deep neck would open like a curtain, giving a clear view of her creamy cleavage and the lacy edge of her black bra. Her breasts would press together, making a deep tempting valley. Thomas would sit right opposite, pretending to check papers, but his eyes were glued there. His cock would grow rock hard, pushing the mundu fabric up. He would slowly adjust his mundu under the table so no one noticed the big bulge.
One Monday morning it happened again. Meera walked in wearing a loose necked maroon kurti and black leggings. The leggings clung to her thighs like a second skin. Every step made her buttocks jiggle softly. The male staff in the outer room stared openly but Meera never noticed. She thought they were just being friendly.
“Meera mol, come inside and sign first,” Thomas called with a sweet smile.
She stepped into his cabin. The cold AC hit her and her nipples hardened instantly, poking clearly through the kurti and bra. Thomas’s eyes went straight to those two little points. His cock twitched.
While she bent to sign, Thomas “accidentally” dropped a thick file from his table. Papers scattered all over the floor near her feet.
“Oh no… Meera, can you please pick those up?” he said in his usual uncle voice.
Meera, being the naive helpful girl she was, immediately bent down on her knees. The loose kurti  neckline dropped low. Both her full breasts almost spilled out. The black bra cups were clearly visible, and the deep cleavage was on full display – soft, smooth skin, a thin line of sweat already shining between her breasts because of the morning heat outside. Thomas stared without blinking. His cock became steel-hard, the head pushing against the mundu, making a huge tent. He could even see the faint outline of her areolas through the gap in bra.
Meera collected the papers slowly, her breasts swaying with every move. She had no idea what she was showing. For her, Thomas sir was just a nice uncle who helped her learn the local tax tricks – how to adjust books so the mill never got caught in small evasions. She had become very good at it. She never told Ajay about any of this. Ajay was in the same income tax department, but their work never mixed openly. She kept everything secret, thinking it was just office matter.
After she stood up and gave the file back, Thomas smiled. “Good girl. Now come in the evening also. I have some more files for you to check.”
Meera nodded shyly and walked out. Her round buttocks moved inside the tight leggings with every step. Thomas watched till she disappeared, then pressed his hard cock under the table with his hand, enjoying the throb.
That evening he called her again. This time he made her stand close while he explained some accounts, he wanted her to stay more so he was telling how he manages his books from tax his tricks and tweaks. His eyes kept dropping to her chest. When she leaned forward to point at a number, her breasts rested on the edge of the table, pushing up and making the cleavage even deeper. Thomas’s mundu was now fully lifted. A small wet spot had formed at the tip where his cock was leaking.
Meera smiled innocently. “Thank you, uncle. I will finish this at home and bring it tomorrow.” She learned a lot today about tax loop holes. She felt these courses would require very high course fee and she is getting it for free she was joking that to Thomas uncle. He said I am getting my fee also and laughed which she didn't understand.
She left the cabin, completely unaware that the mill owner had been staring at her body like a hungry wolf the whole day.
At home that night, Meera changed into Ajay’s loose T-shirt and her favourite blue wraparound skirt. The T-shirt was big on her, but her heavy breasts still made two soft mounds under the cloth. She cooked dinner happily, thinking about how much she loved Ajay and how she would do anything to make him proud.
She had no idea that her simple, shy life was about to change forever.

[shaalu_re]

Chapter 2:

Ajay was a good man, but sometimes he acted too fast without thinking everything through. That was his biggest weakness. One day he got secret information about a corrupt influential businessman who was taking big bribes and helping rich people hide their black money. The businessman also owned a small jewellery shop in the city. Ajay decided to check it himself. He did not want to send his team on the hint. He wanted to see everything with his own eyes.
He dressed like a normal customer – simple shirt and pants – and took one staff member with him. They went to the jewellery shop in the evening. The shop was full of gold chains, bangles, and expensive necklaces shining under bright lights. Many ladies were there buying jewellery. He noticed the counter people accepting cash without bills and giving deep discounts.
Ajay was walking slowly, looking at the counters, when suddenly a loud voice shouted from the corner.
“Ayyo! Ajay! Is that you?”
It was Meera’s mausi (aunt). She was standing near the counter wearing a bright red saree. The saree was tied very low, much below her navel. Her belly was soft and fair, with a deep navel showing clearly. The blouse was deep cut in front, showing a lot of her heavy cleavage. The blouse cloth was thin and almost transparent. Inside, she was wearing a black bra. The bra was old and tight. The hooks at the back were straining hard, looking like they would break any moment. You could clearly see the black bra straps and the round cups holding her big breasts. When she moved, her breasts jiggled heavily.
Mausi came running towards Ajay with a big smile. 
“See, see! This is my son-in-law! He is a big income tax officer!” she shouted loudly to the cashier. “Give me extra discount na… he is like my own son! else you know ..  hehe” Ajay’s face became pale. He tried to signal her to keep quiet, but mausi kept talking loudly as she felt it is right time take maximum discount. “Why are you here beta? Buying something for Meera? Tell them to give good discount. My son is income tax officer, he can help you also if any problem comes!”. She then showed him the necklace she bought her deep cleavage was visible as she was showing him her new necklace.
The shop people got alert immediately. The manager quickly came forward to the billing helped with some smile and he gave a proper bill and asked Ajay which office he belongs to. Mausi was eager to answer everything and asked to bring a fresh juice for her. Ajay felt humiliated the way she bargained.
Ajay felt his heart sinking. His whole plan was spoiled because of mausi’s big mouth. He pretended to buy a silver chain and left the shop quickly.
Next day he went for the official raid with his full team. But when they checked the shop, they found nothing. No proof of bribe, no black money, nothing. The corrupt officer had already got the smell and removed everything.
Because of this failed raid, Ajay got into big trouble. Some local TV channel made a small news: “Income tax raid fails because officer’s relative demanded extra discount in jewellery shop.” There were memes made about him especially the jewellery funded it as they wanted to take him down quickly. People laughed at the news. Ajay’s seniors were angry for making them a laughing stock. They suspended him for one full year and put an enquiry on him. His reputation became bad. Everyone started saying he was careless. The rumour was that he may even loose his job.
Thomas uncle also got the WhatsApp forwards. He called in Meera and shown her the messages. She saw the messages she didn't know what happened Ajay hadnot told her about the yesterdays incident with her mausi. She only heard from mausi today morning that he helped her to get a discount. She wass happy hearing the news in morning but afternoon her mood changed. She Silently sat there in cabin with her head forward. It opened a big gap on her kurti. Thomas was having the best view of his time. She was wearing a pink bra under her cream kurti. He could see her breathing and boobs moving up and down. He saw a water drop flowing on her boobs and then going inside the bra. He realised she is crying. He kept his hand on her shoulder to console her. He could feel her bra strap under the kurti and her skin around neck is very soft. He said don't worry everything will be alright. 
Meera went home early called Ajay on phone and it was switched off.She got scared she has no one to contact, she called Thomas uncle. He said don't worry I will come. Thomas called his friends and got to know Ajay is drinking in bar but safe and sound, though pervert her liked them. He came to her place saw her in her normal tshirt and a skirt. He offered to give her a company.It was getting late Thomas suggested lets go out and search you go and change he said. She went to the room to change. He saw the door closing he went next to the door and peeped through the key hole. He saw her standing there turning other way and she is wiping her face. She clutched her tshirt at the bottom and lefted. For Thomas it was happening in slow motion, her hip area become visible and her tshirt lifted up and aup again almost next to her bra. He gulped his saliva moment of truth her pink bra becoming visible. That's when they heard a car coming inside Thomas came back to living room, Meera put her clothes normal and came out.  Ajay came home very angry.
Meera saw his face and understood something was wrong. Thomas uncle said see he is here now you both talk I will leave if need anything give me a call. He just shook hand with Ajay and left.
“What happened, Ajay?” she asked softly.
Ajay threw his bag on the sofa. “Your mausi! That shameless woman spoiled everything! She was there in the jewellery shop yesterday wearing that cheap saree, blouse so deep that her bra was showing like anything. She shouted my name loudly and asked for discount saying I am income tax officer. Because of her big mouth the shop people hid all the proof. Now I am suspended! I am on the verge of losing my job!”
He was breathing heavily with anger. “I feel like making that bitch naked and parading her in the market in front of everyone! Let the whole city see her big hanging breasts and that black bra she loves to show!”
Meera felt very bad. She knew her mausi had a habit of dressing boldly and talking loudly, but she never thought she would hurt Ajay so much. Tears came in her eyes.
“Ajay… I am sorry. It is because of my family you are suffering. Mausi did not do it on purpose. She is like that only.”
Ajay was still furious. “Like that only? She roams around with her saree below navel, blouse so transparent that her bra designs are clearly visible, and talks like a cheap woman. Disgusting! I would have caught that thief with proof if she hadnot been present there. I cannot control my anger I will make her naked in middle of market tearing away her all clothes”.
Meera said chee , Ajay please stop do you hear what you are saying. He continued even I don't have to strip her I just need to give her a waist chain she herself will lift her saree above her panty and showcase to public. I will sthen trip her naked and will sell the ticket to see the show. Even I will give money to viewers to buy ticket.
Meera’s heart was aching. She loved Ajay more than anything. She could not see him so broken. She came close to him and said in a soft voice,
“Ajay… if you are so angry with mausi, then punish me instead. I am ready. You can make me naked and parade me in the market if that makes you feel better. I will do anything for you.”
Ajay looked at her and said may be you too needed to be treated that way. He was still lost in anger. Meera took a deep breath. She knew he was not listening. She decided to show him how sorry she was.
She caught the bottom of her loose T-shirt and pulled it up over her head in one smooth motion. Her big, beautiful breasts bounced inside her bra. They were full and round, with nice dark brown nipples already getting hard in the open air. This was the first time in their two years of marriage that she was removing her clothes herself in bright daylight. Usually she always switched off the lights and felt very shy.
Next she untied the knot of her blue wraparound skirt. The skirt fell down to her feet. She was now standing only in her black panties and black bra. Her thighs looked smooth and soft. The panties were tight and showed the shape of her pussy lips clearly.
Meera turned her back to Ajay. Her hands went behind and she unhooked her black bra. She let it fall down. Now she was completely topless. Her bare back and round buttocks were in front of him. Only a thin black panty was covering her.
She felt very shy but she did not stop. She started walking slowly towards the living room. Her arms were crossed over her breasts, trying to cover them, but her soft flesh was spilling from the sides. Her bare feet made soft sound on the floor. She reached the main door of the house. Her heart was beating fast. She was thinking – will Ajay really make me go out naked? Will he really parade me because of mausi’s mistake?
She stood there near the door, one hand still covering her breasts, the other hand reaching for the lock. Her round buttocks looked perfect in the thin black panty.
From behind, Ajay was watching everything spellbound. His anger was slowly mixing with something else. His cock had become rock hard inside his pants seeing his shy wife walking almost naked in daylight. She turned back , Ajay asked her what happened lost your courage ? arenot you going outside? . She looked at him  without blinking then she unbolted the door.
He suddenly called her name, “Meera!”
Meera stopped. Ajay walked fast and hugged her tightly from behind. His hands went around her waist and then cupped her bare breasts. He squeezed them gently. He bolted the door.
“I am not angry with you, Meera,” he whispered in her ear. “I am angry with your mausi and all those people who don’t understand our struggles. It is better we leave this city now and start fresh somewhere else.”
Meera turned in his arms. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest. She felt safe in his hug, but deep inside she was ready to do anything – even walk naked in the market – if that could reduce his pain. They remained hugging near the main door and they got startled by the calling bell. They heard sound of Thomas uncle calling Meera. She quickly covered her boobs with her hands out of shy and ran inside the room.  Ajay opened the door and found Thomas uncle came with some food for them. He asked for Meera Ajay replied she is inside and called her. Thomas noticed the skirt and bra lying on floor. Then he saw Meera coming outside of the room in a tshirt and skirt. He couldnot believe her boobs are very lively and nipple is poking she is not wearing a bra. He was hypnotized with the view. Meera thanked him for being vonsiderate to bring them food thanked him. He couldnot hold his hardon he left quickly. 
That night Ajay and Meera did not talk much. But Ajay’s eyes kept going back to her body as she was lying in her black panty next him. Meera understood that her little act of removing clothes had calmed him a little. Ajay meanwhile was still upset with all the events occurring around him.

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The very next morning Meera called the mill office and took one week leave. “Sir, my husband is not well. I need to stay home and take care of him,” she told Thomas on the phone. Thomas’s voice sounded sweet as always. “Okay mol, take care. But come back soon. Office work is getting piled up without you.”
That whole week Meera stayed at home. She wore her favourite loose white T-shirt and blue wraparound skirt. No bra for Ajay, no tight leggings. The big T-shirt hung loosely but her full round breasts still made two soft mounds that jiggled gently when she moved. The skirt was tied low on her waist, showing a little bit of her soft belly. She cooked Ajay’s favourite food, massaged his head when he had headache, and sat close to him on the sofa. But her mind was full of worry. She was not her usual cheerful self. She kept thinking, “Because of my family Ajay lost everything. I have to support him now.”
Ajay sometimes looked at her body but his tension was too much. He would pull her close, kiss her neck, squeeze her breasts over the T-shirt, but then he would stop and say, “I am useless now, Meera.” Meera would hug him tighter, pressing her soft breasts against his chest, trying to make him feel better.
After one week, Thomas started calling her every day.
“Meera mol, when are you coming back? The accounts are in a mess. Only you can handle the tax files properly,” he said one evening.
Meera felt bad refusing him again. She had worked at the mill for six months and learned a lot. So she decided to go back for some time. Ajay told her to go to job atleast somebody needs to bring salary. Meera nodded without much energy.
When Meera returned to the mill after one week, she was not the same active girl as before. Her mind was always on Ajay’s tension. She wore her usual  kurti and leggings, but she was moving slowly, not paying full attention to how she looked.
Thomas noticed the change immediately. The first morning she came, she had to sign the register again. She bent over the table like always, but this time because she was worried, she bent more than usual. Her maroon kurti neck fell forward a lot. Her full creamy breasts were almost spilling out. The black bra cups were clearly visible and the deep dark valley of her cleavage was on full show. Because of the cold AC her nipples had become hard and were poking through the bra and kurti like two small buttons.
Thomas was sitting right in front of her. His eyes got stuck there. His cock instantly became rock hard inside his white mundu. The thin cloth lifted up like a big tent. He could see the soft inner curves of her breasts and even the faint brown edge of her areolas. His mouth went dry. He slowly moved his hand under the table and pressed his throbbing cock, enjoying the pain and pleasure.

He looked at her face she looked very sad and not cheerful that is not the Meera he fantasized. He felt bad. The following day also it was same. Her mind was somewhere he could see her cleavage most of the time. Seeing her so gloomy he lost that erection he used to get seeing her boobs. Next day he got her some ice cream and said this for you and spend sometime with her inside the cabin. The casual talks kind of made her cheered up. He asked her to get the file from top shelf and she was trying to reach the top. She stretched herself to reach he could see her panty from sides as her leggings slipped a little. May be she was careless on level where she wore her panties and her leggings. It was a pink panties with white polka dots. He was staring at her she turned to him and said I want to say something. She then continued Ajay is very worried these days I am scared if he will do something out of minds. We are planning to shift and I am planning to resign. Thomas was sad to hear but he felt it will be right decision for them. He said ok work for a week then you leave, but anytime If you comeback give me call. The place is there for you. Meera felt so touched she ran towards him and hugged him saying sure uncle thanks. Thanks for understanding. Meanwhile Thomas was struggling to control his hardon as her soft boobs are crushing against his chests. 

A week went by . Her final day at the office came, Meera told Thomas, “Sir, I am leaving for a new city with my husband. Thank you for everything.”
Thomas smiled sadly but inside he was sad for a different reason. He would miss his daily addiction – those beautiful breasts, that perfect body, and the innocent way Meera bent and showed everything without knowing. Initial days he didn't get to see anything but in recent weeks only she started to open up like skipping camisole and more deeper cleavage shows and now everything coming to an end.That same evening Meera came home and told Ajay, “I have finished my last day at the mill. We can move to the new city now as you said.” Ajay nodded. His tension was still there, but he felt a little hope. Thomas sat alone in his empty office, remembering the last time Meera bent in front of him. His hand moved under his mundu again as he closed his eyes and whispered her name.

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The day finally came for Ajay and Meera to move to the new big city. They had two big suitcases and some bags. Meera wore a simple light green kurti and black leggings for the journey. The kurti was not too tight, but because of her full breasts, the cloth still stretched nicely over her chest. The leggings hugged her thighs and round ass closely, showing their soft shape with every step. She carried a small dupatta but it kept slipping from her shoulders.
They reached the railway station in the evening. The platform was very crowded. People were pushing each other to get into the train. Ajay was carrying the heavy suitcases, walking ahead. Meera followed him closely, holding one small bag. Meera understood Ajay is tipsy he is been drinking.
When the train arrived, it was already full. Many passengers were standing near the doors. Ajay pushed the suitcases inside first and then helped Meera get in. The crowd was heavy. As Meera tried to step up into the coach, a group of men pushed from behind. Someone’s hand accidentally pressed against her soft round ass. Another man’s elbow rubbed against the side of her left boobs. Meera felt shy but she could not say anything in the rush.
Inside the crowded doorway, more pushing happened. Meera’s dupatta slipped completely from one shoulder . The neck of her kurti opened a little because of the pressure. For a few seconds, the upper curve of her breasts and the edge of her white bra became clearly visible. The man standing right behind her got a good long look at her deep cleavage. Meera quickly pulled her dupatta back, her face turning red. Ajay was busy placing the suitcases under the seats and did not notice anything.
They got allocated with one lower berth and one upper berth. Ajay took the lower berth because he wanted to sit and think. Meera climbed up to the upper berth. The ladder was narrow. As she climbed, her round ass in the tight black leggings were right at eye level for the people sitting below.  She quickly sat on her upper berth and covered her legs with a dupatta like a blanket as she had noticed the starings from the people.
The train started moving. Ajay sat on his lower berth, looking out of the window.  
Night came. The lights in the coach became dim. Meera felt hot in the upper berth.  While turning on the berth to sleep, her kurti neck shifted, it had front buttons which got undone. One side of her bra cup became partly visible. The soft upper part of her breast was showing. Because she was lying on her side, her breasts pressed together, making a deep tempting cleavage.
A young man sitting on the side lower berth kept looking up whenever he got a chance. He could see the white bra and the creamy skin above it. Meera was trying to sleep but she felt uncomfortable with the noise inside train she closed her eyes tightly. 

Ajay was still lost in his thoughts. He was deep inside his thoughts. He did not look up at Meera’s berth even once. He did not notice the eyes that were enjoying his wife’s body in the crowded train.

[Glenlivet]

Hasn't Kerala become Keralam?

[Pvzro]

Fantastic uncle with Meera would be great combo

[Pvzro]

Keep writing fantastic story

[shaalu_re]

Ajay and Meera reached the new big city after the long train journey. Ajay had already found a small flat for them on the fourth floor of a four-storey building in a middle-class residential area. It was not posh with big cars and security guards, but it was clean and safe. The flat had two small bedrooms, a living room with a small balcony, a kitchen, and one bathroom. The walls were light yellow and the floor had simple white tiles. From the balcony they could see other similar buildings, a small park, and kids playing in the evening. Meera liked it because it felt like home.
The first few days went in getting familiar with the place and arranging the home. Meera worked from morning till evening. She swept and mopped the floors, arranged all the kitchen things, hung new curtains on the windows, and made the beds with fresh bedsheets. She wore Ajay’s loose white T-shirt and her blue wraparound skirt while doing all this work. During her free time she had reduced the length of her skirts to seduce Ajay , she has folded at the bottom and stitched and there by reducing the length to her knees. The T-shirt was big on her but her full round breasts still made two soft heavy mounds under bra. The skirt was tied low on her waist, showing a little strip of her soft fair belly. Sometimes when she bent down to pick something from the floor, the skirt rode up and her smooth thighs became clearly visible. Ajay was busy with his own things and did not notice much.
Ajay went out every day for the first week. He told Meera he had some important meetings. He left early in the morning on his two-wheeler and came back only in the evening, looking tired and lost in thoughts. Meera cooked his favourite Kerala dishes every day and waited for him with a smile. She tried to talk and make him laugh like before, but Ajay was mostly quiet. He would eat, watch some news on the small TV, and then sit on the balcony staring at nothing. Meera felt very sad seeing him like this. In the old city he was always jovial, teasing her, cracking small jokes, and pulling her close. Now he looked like a completely different man.
One evening, after six days in the new city, Ajay came home and sat on the sofa looking very serious. Meera brought him tea and sat next to him.
“Ajay, you look so tired every day. What is happening?” she asked softly.
Ajay took a deep breath and said, “Meera, I have decided to start a small tourism travel office and internet café near the city centre. I already found a small shop. From tomorrow I will go there every day and run it like a normal businessman.”
Meera’s heart sank. She felt very bad. Her husband was a reputed income tax officer before. People used to respect him and salute him. Now he was going to sit in a small shop selling tour packages like any ordinary man. She knew it was all because of her mausi’s mistake. Tears came in her eyes.
“Ajay… you were such a big officer. Now running a shop… it is all because of me and my family,” she said in a broken voice.
Ajay just nodded and kept quiet. He did not tell her the real reason.
But in his mind everything was clear. His old boss Raghav had contacted him secretly right after the suspension. Raghav had called him one night and said, “Ajay, I know you are angry and hurt. But I need you for a big mission of my career. No one else can do it. Vikram is a very dangerous and powerful man. He runs a huge crime syndicate. He controls big betting on cricket, football and all sports matches. He also does hawala money transfer – sending black money to foreign countries without any trace. He has a 40-acre farmhouse on the outskirts of this new city. That farmhouse is like his kingdom. Every weekend he throws big wild parties there. Film stars, politicians, rich businessmen, even some security officer officers come there. Famous people gather there for drinking, drugs, and secret deals happening in the back rooms. Many celebrities come just to show off their power with Vikram. security officer have tried many times to catch him but failed. Some officers are on his payroll and give him information before any raid. I want you to go inside his circle and collect solid proof – photos, voice recordings, account details, everything. No one in the department should know about this mission. It is only between you and me. You will open the tourism shop as a front so no one suspects you. Shankar is Vikram’s younger brother. He is carefree, loves luxury cars, big parties and showing off. He handles the logistics part of the syndicate. You can try to get close to Shankar’s office staff by offering cheap foreign trips for their company tours. We will meet secretly near your shop. I will come for a smoke near the small tea stall and we will pass hidden pen drives with information. This is very risky, Ajay, but I trust only you. If you succeed, you will return to your old city as a hero and your suspension will be lifted. Think about it.”
Ajay had agreed immediately. He wanted to prove to everyone that he was still the best officer. He wanted to catch Vikram and clear his name. That is why he had chosen this new city. But he could not tell any of this to Meera. She was already feeling too guilty.

That same night after dinner Meera sat together with Ajay to watch a movie “The Wolf of Wall Street”. Ajay was not showing interest he got a phone call went out with his old phone.  The movie was bold and full of wild scenes. During dinner they kept watching it. There was one scene where the heroine was very bold and sexy. She teased her husband in a very open way, talking dirty and acting like she was tired of normal things. Meera watched that scene carefully. She felt her cheeks getting hot. She saw Ajay breaking the old phone and throwing it to the dustbin. She was scared to see this actions.
 
After dinner Meera decided to seduce Ajay like that girl in the movie. She went inside the kitchen and quietly removed her bra. She sprinked some water on tshirt to make it little transparent, it was her improvisation. She patted herself for indigenous idea of wetting her white tshirt thanks to counteless Indian movie scenes. She came out wearing only the loose white T-shirt and her blue wraparound skirt. She had lifted the skirt a little higher on both sides so Ajay could see her smooth fair thighs clearly. But when she came out of the kitchen, Ajay was not in the living room. His phone was lying on the sofa and the screen was still on. She saw a notification coming, somebody reacting to a message which Ajay had sent the message sounded like: “I will end everything…” Meera’s heart started beating very fast. She got scared. “Is Ajay thinking of doing something bad to himself because of all this tension?” she thought. She was too scared to ask him directly. She started looking for him everywhere in the flat.
She remembered the terrace. They lived on the fourth floor and the terrace was common for the building. She quickly went up the stairs. This might be the first time she is stepping out of her home braless, she never did such a heinous thing in her life. She always wore bra under. She ran up the stairs her free boobs were bouncing under her tshirt. There she found Ajay standing alone in the dark, smoking a cigarette. She had never seen him smoking before. The red glow of the cigarette was lighting his tired face.
Meera walked to him slowly. “Ajay… what are you doing here? You never smoke,” she said softly, trying to sound normal.
Ajay just took another puff and looked at the sky. He was not in the mood to talk.
She stepped out into the moonlight. Because she was braless, the cool night breeze caused the fabric to cling to the heavy, braless curves of her boobs, the dark pink circles of her areolas slightly visible through the cotton.
Meera tried small talk. “The new flat is nice na… I arranged everything today. You will feel better once the shop starts. You will be engaged so you will not have any ..” she stopped midway.  She moved closer and touched his arm gently. But Ajay gave no reply. His mind was still on Vikram and the mission.
Meera remembered the bold scene from the movie they had just watched. She decided to be like that girl. “Ajay…” she whispered, leaning in until her braless boob brushed against the back of his shoulder. “If you keep ignoring me like this, I’m going to have to be very, very naughty. Just like that girl in the movie.” Ajay still did not react.
"Ajay… look at me," she pleaded softly. "You’re so worried about the new shop, about who will 'support' you in this new life . Well... then I also don't need support ,see I too don't have any support for my boobs" . Ajay replied without looking at her it's a small business Meera I don't think I will be able to keep you happy like before or buy any gifts. Sensing the deep sadness in his voice, she stepped closer. "I don't care about gifts; my happiness is simply living with you. And as for gifts... I’ve already received one." She lifted her skirt above her panty to reveal the silver waist chain shimmering against her skin. It was the one Ajay had bought in a hurry from the jewelry shop, not even realizing at the time that it was meant for the waist.

She smiled playfully. "You said my Mausi would show off her waist chain like this in a market, right? Well, I am from her family, after all." She gave him a naughty wink before letting the hem of her skirt drop. Then, adopting a bold, fake accent, she whispered, "Actually, I’m sick of wearing panties altogether." and standing right there on the terrace under the night sky, she slowly lifted her skirt with both hands. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her black panty and pulled it down her smooth thighs. She stepped out of it completely and held the warm panty in her hand. She folded it neatly and handed it to Ajay.
“Here… keep this with you. Now you will think of me the whole day,” she said in a soft sexy voice, exactly like the movie girl.
Then she turned and walked back towards the terrace door. At the door she stopped, lifted the back of her skirt high with one hand, and showed him her bare round ass for a few seconds. Her smooth fair ass glowed in the moonlight. She gave him a quick naughty smile and went down the stairs.
Ajay watched her. He threw the cigarette away and followed her quickly.
When he reached the flat, the main door was not locked. He opened it and stepped inside. On the living room floor he saw Meera’s blue skirt and white T-shirt lying neatly. He closed the door and locked it.
“Meera…” he called in a low voice.
From the bedroom Meera came out slowly. She was wearing nothing at all. Only her mangalsutra necklace and the thin silver waist chain were on her beautiful naked body. Her big round 34c sized breasts were fully bare, dark pink nipples already hard and pointing. Her shaved pussy was clearly visible between her smooth thighs. The waist chain looked very sexy around her narrow waist. She looked like a dream standing there completely naked in front of him.
Ajay’s eyes became dark with sudden hunger. He walked to her and pulled her close. He kissed her hard on the lips, pushing his tongue deep inside her mouth. Meera moaned softly and pressed her naked body against him. His hands moved all over her bare back, then down to her round ass cheeks. He squeezed them hard, feeling their softness. Then his hands came up and cupped her heavy breasts. He squeezed them, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. Meera gasped with pleasure.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently. He removed his own clothes quickly and came on top of her. His hard thick cock was pressing against her soft thigh. He kissed her neck, then moved down to her breasts. He sucked one nipple hard, biting it lightly while his hand kneaded the other breast. Meera arched her back and moaned loudly, “Ajay… yes… suck them harder… like you used to…”
He moved lower and kissed her soft belly, then her deep navel. He reached her pussy and spread her thighs wide open. He licked her wet pussy lips slowly, his tongue moving up and down. Meera caught his hair and pushed his face deeper. “Ahhh… Ajay… it feels so good… eat me…” Her juices were flowing freely. He sucked her clit and pushed his tongue inside her tight hole. Meera’s legs started shaking.
After a few minutes he came up. He made her sit on the edge of the bed.He took a towel wiped his cock then he stood in front of her and pushed his thick cock into her mouth. Meera sucked him eagerly, her soft lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. She had never done a blowjob before. She felt like Ajay was possessed he never made such wild sex with her he was gentle. Her big breasts jiggled as she moved her head up and down. Ajay held her hair and fucked her mouth gently at first, then a little harder. Meera looked up at him with loving eyes while sucking.
Then he pulled her up and made her bend over the bed. He entered her from behind in one smooth push. Meera cried out in pleasure. He started thrusting hard and fast. Her round ass cheeks slapped against his thighs with every stroke. He spanked her softly, making her fair skin turn pink. “You are so tight and wet for me,” he growled. Meera pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me harder Ajay… I am your slut tonight… use me like the girl in the movie… I am tired of being shy…”
He flipped her on her back and entered her again in missionary position. He lifted her legs high on his shoulders and pounded deep. Her breasts bounced wildly with every thrust. He bent down and sucked her nipples while fucking her hard. Meera was moaning non-stop, her nails digging into his back. “Yes… deeper… I love your cock inside me…”
They changed again. Ajay sat on the chair near the bed and made Meera sit on his cock facing him. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her round ass and bounced her up and down. Her breasts were right in front of his face. He sucked and bit them while she rode him fast. The waist chain was moving sexily on her belly. Meera’s pussy was gripping his cock tightly. She was breathing heavily. “I love you Ajay… I will do anything for you… even walk naked in the market if you want… just be happy like before…”
Ajay stood up with her still on his cock. He carried her to the wall and fucked her standing, her back pressed against the wall. Her legs were wrapped around him. He thrust deep and hard. Meera came first, her whole body shaking. Her pussy squeezed his cock again and again. She cried out loudly in pleasure, “Ajay… I am cumming… ahhhh!”
Ajay was close. He laid her on the bed again and thrust fast. At the last moment he pulled out and came all over her breasts and belly. Thick white ropes of cum landed on her smooth skin, some even reaching her mangalsutra and hard nipples. Meera smiled and rubbed his cum on her breasts with her fingers, licking a little from her finger.
They lay together for a long time, naked and sweaty. Meera rested her head on his chest. Ajay felt relaxed for the first time in many days. He kissed her forehead.

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The next morning after their intense night, Ajay woke up early. Meera was still sleeping peacefully on her side, completely naked except for her mangalsutra and the thin silver waist chain. The morning sunlight coming through the curtain fell on her body. Her full round breasts rose and fell gently with every breath. The dark pink nipples were soft now, resting on the creamy wheatish skin. A few dried white marks from last night’s cum were still visible on her breasts and lower belly. She looked like a beautiful sleeping angel. Ajay felt a rush of love mixed with guilt. He did not wake her. He quietly got ready, kissed her forehead softly, and left for the day to start setting up his new tourism shop.
Meera woke up around 8:30. The flat felt quiet. She stretched her arms and felt the cool air on her bare skin. She was still naked. She remembered everything from last night — how she had removed her panty on the terrace like the bold girl in the movie, shown her bare ass, and then waited for Ajay completely naked in the bedroom. Her cheeks turned red with shyness even though she was alone.
She covered her boobs with her hands she felt the pain from the bite marks. Ajay was like  an animal yesterday, he never made love like this before. It was not love may be he was taking revenge on me for what mausi did to him. She just picked a towel went for a bath, she had a nice cold shower she felt pains from the bites and her nipple was hard with the cold water. She wore bra, panty and a kurti as she wanted to go out to buy vegetables.

Ajay had started going out every day. He told Meera he was setting up his new tourism travel office and internet café. In reality, he was also quietly making plans for his secret mission against Vikram. But after the first few days, when the shop actually opened, Ajay’s mood became very gloomy again. The reality hit him hard — he, who was once a respected income tax officer, was now sitting in a small shop near the city centre, waiting for customers to book cheap tour packages. He felt humiliated. He would come home tired, eat silently, and sit on the balcony staring into the distance. The old jovial Ajay who used to tease Meera and make her laugh had almost disappeared.
Meera felt very bad seeing him like this. She knew deep down that her mausi’s mistake was the main reason for his suffering. She wanted to support him financially so he didn’t feel so much pressure. After two weeks of settling in, she decided to start job hunting. Every morning she would go through the newspaper classifieds and apply for accountant or office assistant jobs. She had nobody to share her worries. She applied for multiple jobs.
One afternoon, while Meera was alone at home, there was a knock on the door. She opened it and saw a 20-year-old boy standing there with a big smile. He was thin, dark-skinned, and wearing a simple shirt and lungi. He was carrying a bag of vegetables.
“Didi, I am Chotu. I work in the small grocery shop downstairs. Sir told me to deliver vegetables and groceries to this flat from now on,” he said politely.
Meera smiled kindly. Chotu looked like a simple village boy, and that immediately made her feel comfortable. His face reminded her of her cousin who died in an accident, so she felt a connection.
“Come inside, Chotu,” she said.
Chotu stepped in but refused to sit on the sofa. “No didi, I am fine on the floor,” he said and sat cross-legged on the floor.
Meera felt bad for him. She went to the kitchen and brought some water and snacks. When she bent down to serve him on the floor, her loose white T-shirt fell forward. Chotu got a clear view of her deep cleavage and the black bra holding her full, round breasts. The soft creamy skin and the valley between her breasts were clearly visible. Chotu’s eyes widened. He felt his cock stirring inside his lungi and quickly looked away, but he kept stealing glances every time Meera bent.
Meera did not notice anything. For her, Chotu was just a helpful young boy from a similar background. She chatted with him while serving. “Where are you from, Chotu?”
“I am from a small village near here, didi. You look like a college teacher I had when I went to college,” he replied with a grin.
They talked for some time. He asked her what does she do and Sir do Meera told him she was looking for a job and sir  ... . She has heard from her mausi that he might loose his job and Mausi felt sorry that she caused it. Meera said its ok this was bound to happen we cannot stop it. So she doesnot want anyone to know about their past. So she told he is running a small business . Chotu listened carefully and said he would keep an eye for any office helper or accountant jobs in the area. They become friends in couple of days.One day before leaving, Chotu said it is his birthday tomorrow and brought a small packet of sweets for her the next day.
The next afternoon Chotu came again with the sweets. “Didi, please take this. It is my birthday.”
Meera felt touched. “Wait, I will give you something too.” She invited him inside for lunch. Again Chotu sat on the floor. Every time Meera bent down to serve rice or curry, her T-shirt opened wide. Chotu got repeated good views of her bra-clad breasts. They looked big, soft, and perfectly shaped. His cock became fully hard under the lungi. He tried to hide it by adjusting his legs.
While eating, Chotu started chatting. “Didi, what are you doing today?”
“I have to cook some vegetables. Can you bring some later?” Meera asked.
Chotu nodded. “I can bring in 10 minutes.”
“No, bring after two hours. I need to take bath first,” Meera replied.
Chotu looked surprised. “You take bath for two hours? I finish in five minutes under the common tap near the building.”
Meera was curious. “Common tap? In the open?”
“Yes didi. We poor people have no choice. There is a common tap behind the building. Many people bathe there.”
Meera asked innocently, “There will be people around, right?”
Chotu nodded. “Yes, but we manage. I bathe in my underwear or gamcha. Ladies also bathe like that — some in petticoat or gamcha.”. She was surprised to hear people bathing in open tap near the road. Back in her village people used to take bath in river but there used to be separate area for women and men. And she had never bathed there. She heard people used to peep so she never went there for bath. 
He then told her a story (which he made up) about a neighbour lady whose petticoat slipped and she stood naked for a few seconds in front of everyone. Meera listened with wide eyes, feeling sympathy for the poor people. Chotu noticed she was emotional and kind-hearted, so he kept talking softly.
After some time, Chotu asked to use the bathroom. Meera allowed him. Inside, he saw her black bra and pink panties hanging on the hanger next to her skirt and T-shirt. He touched them gently, feeling the soft fabric. He thought about hiding his mobile to record her bathing next time, but he got scared because she is well educated she might find the phone. He controlled himself and came out.
After Chotu left, Meera cleaned the plates and went for her bath. She removed all her clothes, put them in the washing machine, and stepped inside the bathroom. She washed her bra and panties first, then applied oil all over her naked body. She started soaping herself, her hands moving over her full breasts, narrow waist, and smooth thighs.
Meanwhile, Chotu had quietly gone to the rooftop and stopped the water supply to Meera’s flat. After some time, when Meera had applied soap all over her body, the water suddenly stopped. She tried to rinse but there was no water. She managed to wash her face somehow, but her body was still covered in oil and soap suds.
She came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a small towel. The towel barely covered her boobs and reached just below her buttocks. She called Ajay, but he was on his two-wheeler and did not pick up. Meera felt helpless. After waiting for some time, she heard a knock on the door.
It was Chotu again. He had taken an envelope from a courier boy who was looking for Meera’s flat, saying he knew her and would deliver it. Now he had a reason to come up.
Meera opened the door slightly, still in the towel. “Chotu, is that you? Are you alone?”
“Yes didi.”
“I need help… the water stopped suddenly,” she said in a low voice.
Chotu smiled inside. “Let me come in, didi. I can fix it.”
Meera hesitated because she was only in a towel, but she had no choice. “Okay… but wait one minute after I open the door. Don’t come in immediately.”
She opened the door and quickly went inside the other room. Chotu entered, closed the door, and asked what happened. Meera explained from the other room that she had soap all over her body and could not come out.
Chotu went into the bathroom as she guided him. He pretended to check the taps and tightened the inlet knob very hard so water would not come easily. Then he said he would go upstairs to check the rooftop tank. He left the front door slightly open on purpose went up. Meera waited, then came out in the towel and found the main door is open when he left. She stayed inside that room just her head out to see what is happening. She heard the mobile ringing she ran to get the mobile, it was Chotu he asked her to check if the water is coming in bathroom. She went to the bathroom to check but still no water. She said no water, by then Chotu has reached back. She is now in towel infront of him. She felt shy,she tried to cover with her hands. Chotu just said it looks like issue is not there may be inside. You move here didi and went inside the bathroom. Meera felt like he didn't stared her. She felt relieved at same time she felt insulted as he didn't pay attention to him. Am I not worth looking is it why Ajay is not talking much to me these days. She was thinking all this in her head standing there.  He came out saying looks like it is fixed now. As part of checking I have closed the valve from roof I will open it and it will be fine. He went outside to open the valve and he found the bathroom door is closed and can hear shower sound.
Chotu then called her from outside, pretending he had fixed the water on the rooftop. Meera said ok let me finish the bath and come quickly. He said no I need to close the transponster there else the water pressure will increase and wall may break it is an old building. Tansponster she doesnot know what it is may be something critical, Chotu is saying it is very critical and we need to close it immediately. She quickly dbangd the towel and came out. This time in hurry she didn't get time to cover fully she covered her front properly but her ass was open and Chotu got a nice view of her tender round naked ass. He took a minute inside the bathroom and cameout all fixed now. You can bath freely now. He saw Meera in the wet towel that was now sticking to her body, clearly showing the shape of her breasts and nipples.
During all this, Chotu had “accidentally” dropped her bra and panties inside the bathroom on the floor, making them dirty.
After the water issue was solved, Meera finished her bath and came out wearing only her white T-shirt and skirt. Because her innerwear was dirty, she was braless. Her dark nipples were clearly poking through the thin white fabric. She gave Chotu some money for helping her, he is sitting in a chair.
“Thank you, Chotu. You helped me a lot today.”
Chotu smiled. “Didi, you are like my elder sister. Don’t thank me.” He then said he came to deliver this envelope.
As she bent down to pick up the courier envelope he had brought, her braless breasts hung down heavily inside the T-shirt, giving Chotu a full clear view of her soft round boobs and dark nipples. All his hard work paid off, her beautiful braless boobs just hung infront of him.  Meera teared opened the envelope, he felt like she is opening his zip. She put her hand inside to pull the letter she blowed to the cover to open it more and pulled the paper out. Chotu felt her soft hands going inside his shorts to pull his dick out and blowing . He was imagining this then Meera said  It was an interview call letter for an accountant job. Chotu came to reality
She became very happy and jumped up in excitement. In her joy, she hugged Chotu tightly. Her soft braless breasts pressed against his face for a few seconds .
Chotu felt her warmth and hardness of nipples. He said innocently, “Didi, your husband must be very happy. He has such a beautiful wife.”

Before leaving, Chotu said, “Didi, don’t worry. With this job everything will be fine. And please don’t forget your little brother Chotu.”
Meera smiled and ruffled his hair. “You are naughty, but I like you like a younger brother.”
That evening when Ajay came home, he was even more gloomy. The shop was not doing well, and he felt like a failure. Meera tried to cheer him up, but his mood remained low.
Meera had now made a new friend in the new city — Chotu. She felt a little less lonely. But she had no idea how this simple village boy would slowly become part of her changing life in the big city.
And Ajay had no idea that his wife had already started attracting hungry eyes — first Chotu’s, and soon many more.