Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

The night turned into a quiet celebration at Meera and Ajay’s home.
Shyam, Navya, Ajay, Meera and Chotu were all present.

Drinks flowed freely.

Laughter came easily after the long tension of the mission.
At one point Meera leaned toward Ajay, ready to confess everything that had happened on the farmhouse terrace — every position, every order, every moment she had kept the two brothers occupied.
Navya caught her wrist gently and stopped her.
“Don’t tell him now,” she said in a low voice.

“He already knows the kind of things you may have had to do.

It is better you keep the full details secret for now.

When the right moment comes — when you are both alone, away from all this — then you can tell him.If you still think there is a need to tell him.”


Shyam, sitting nearby, gave a small nod of agreement.
Ajay was already far gone in the celebration.

The alcohol had hit him hard.

He tried to stand, swayed, and collapsed against Navya’s shoulder with a clumsy laugh.
“Let’s put him to bed,” Navya said. Chotu helped Navya to put Ajay to bed.

Meera looked at Shyam.
“Come with me for a minute.”

The two of them left the living room and walked up to the terrace.
Outside, the large illuminated hoarding of Meera in the Anaavaran panty was clearly visible across the junction, glowing against the night sky.
Meera stood in front of it for a moment, then reached down and pulled her dress up and over her head.

She dropped it onto a nearby chair.
She stood in only the blue Anaavaran bra and yellow panty.
Without hesitation she reached behind her back, unhooked the bra, and let it fall.

Her full breasts spilled free, nipples tightening in the cool night air.
She looked at Shyam.
“You remember I gave you a promise of a blowjob.It was a slip of the tongue at the time… but after everything you did for me tonight, I believe I need to give at least this much.”

She sank to her knees on the terrace floor in front of him.
Her bare breasts rose and fell with her breathing.

The emerald pendant rested between them.
She reached up, opened the zip of his trousers, and freed his cock.
The illuminated image of her own nearly-naked body on the hoarding glowed behind her as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

Meera gave Shyam a long, thorough time on the open terrace.
Under the night sky and the glow of the distant streetlights, she used her mouth, her tongue, and her soft hands until he was completely lost in the sensation.

Later she let him pull her up and feel the full weight of her bare breasts in his palms.

He lowered his head and sucked her nipples slowly and deeply, taking his time with each one while the cool breeze moved across their skin.
They finished after nearly an hour.

Unseen by either of them, Navya had come up to the terrace earlier looking for Meera.

She had stood quietly for a few seconds watching them, taken in the scene, and then turned around without interrupting.

She returned to the bedroom and said nothing.
When Meera and Shyam finally separated, Meera looked around for her dress and bra.

Both were gone.

The wind on the terrace had carried them away long ago, and she had never noticed.
She walked back downstairs beside Shyam wearing only the yellow Anaavaran panty.

Her bare breasts moved freely with every step.

The emerald pendant rested between them.
Navya looked up as they entered and raised an eyebrow.
“Back to your shameless mode already?”
Meera gave a small, tired smile.
“There was one debt left with him.
It is settled now.”
Shyam stepped forward, pulled her into a brief but firm hug, and then left for the night.
A short while later Chotu came to the door.
He stood a little awkwardly, hands at his sides.
“Didi… thank you for everything you did for my life.

And… I’m sorry for all the naughty things I did in the beginning.”
Meera shook her head gently.
“I enjoyed those moments with you too.”

She opened her arms and let him hug her one last time.
Chotu stepped in carefully.

His chest pressed against her bare breasts.

He could feel their soft, warm weight and the faint beat of her heart.

His hands rested on her bare back for a few seconds longer than a normal goodbye required, feeling the smooth skin and the heat of her body.
Meera did not pull away.
She allowed him that final, tender contact — the last physical closeness between them — before she stepped back and softly closed the chapter with him as well.

[shaalu_re]

Ajay woke up with a heavy, throbbing head.The previous night’s celebration had left its mark.

He turned his head and found Meera sleeping beside him wearing nothing but the yellow Anaavaran panty.

Her bare breasts rose and fell slowly with her breathing.

The emerald pendant still rested between them.
A small noise in the room made her stir.

She opened her eyes, still half-asleep.
Ajay pulled her into a warm hug, pressing her nearly naked body against his chest.

She melted into him without resistance, soft and familiar.
A few minutes later Navya entered carrying three cups of coffee.

She took in the sight of Meera’s bare back and the way Ajay’s arms were wrapped around her, but said nothing about it.
“What’s the plan today?” she asked simply, also said the news paper and media are not talking anything about the arest yesterdy as if nothing has happened.

Ajay accepted the coffee with a grateful nod.
“The mission isn’t over yet.
The arrest of Vikram and Shankar hasn’t appeared in any media.
Today we move on the remaining associates.
There’s a gathering they had arranged — a party at the same farmhouse.

We’ll take them all there.”
Meera looked up at him.
“Do I need to be there?”

Ajay shook his head and kissed her forehead.
“Not required, dear.

You take rest.”


That evening Meera sat in front of the television.
The news channels had finally broken the story.
A major operation had resulted in the arrest of the kingpins Vikram and Shankar.

In a coordinated follow-up raid at a private gathering held at the same farmhouse, dozens of their associates had also been taken into custody.

The list included senior officials, businessmen, and several well-connected names.
Meera watched the scroll of names carefully.
One of them made her sit up straighter.

It was a name she recognised from years ago — one of the targets of the old raid back in their native place.

The same raid that had been compromised and failed because of her mausi’s interference.
She stared at the screen for a long time. He was also part of Vikram and Shnkar. Ajay knew him as corrupted but nobody knew he was part of such a big nexus.
In a strange way, that earlier failure had been necessary.

If that operation had succeeded then, the larger network might never have been fully exposed.

The entire nexus — the one that reached all the way up to Vikram and Shankar — would have remained hidden. Now it was finished.

[shaalu_re]

The news of the jewellers’ arrest from their native place spread quickly.
That same evening Meera’s phone rang.

It was her mausi.
“Meera, did you hear?” her mausi’s voice came through, excited and slightly breathless.

“That man… the jeweller… he was a big fraud all along. He has been arrested.
People here are talking, you know.

They are saying your husband was innocent.

That he was a good person all this time.

You both should come back now.”


Meera listened quietly for a moment, standing near the window in only her panty and the emerald pendant.
She smiled faintly.
“Yes, Mausi.

We will be coming back.
But first we are going on a foreign vacation for a week.

After that… we will return.”
There was a short pause on the other end, then her mausi’s voice softened.
“All right.

[shaalu_re]

They left for the foreign trip the very next day.Meera packed only modest clothes — soft kurtis, simple cotton dresses, and the kind of outfits she used to wear before everything changed.

On the streets and at restaurants she looked exactly like the quiet, reserved wife she had once been.But the nights were different.Every night they made love with an intensity that left both of them exhausted and smiling.

Ajay took her again and again — sometimes slow and deep, sometimes hard and urgent — as if trying to reclaim every inch of her body.
Yet a quiet fear lived at the back of his mind.
He kept thinking about Prince Tau.

Navya had once casually mentioned that the prince was “very well packaged.”

The thought that his wife had taken a man like that — and had clearly felt intense pleasure — made Ajay wonder whether he could still fully satisfy the new desires that experience might have awakened in her.


That insecurity showed in small ways.

Sometimes his rhythm faltered.

Sometimes he finished a little sooner than he wanted.

Sometimes he searched her face afterward, looking for any sign of disappointment.
Meera noticed.
But she herself had already closed those chapters.

Prince Tau, the farmhouse, the forced exposures — they felt like something that had happened to another woman.

With Ajay she felt only love, safety, and a deep, familiar hunger for him.
So she began to help him in the only way she knew would work.
While he was inside her, or while she stroked him slowly beforehand, she would lean close to his ear and softly recount selected moments from the mission:
How she had stood in only a thong and strapless bra in the security officer station…

How the Malaysian investors had watched her remove her kurti…

How Vikram had pulled her dress down in front of Raghav making her full naked…

How she had walked naked through the office corridor with Shankar…
Each story made Ajay’s cock throb harder inside her.

Each dirty, vulnerable detail erased his hesitation and replaced it with raw, possessive desire.

He would grip her tighter, thrust deeper, and take her with renewed confidence, as if rewriting those memories with his own body.
Meera gave him those pieces of her past deliberately — not to hurt him, but to feed the fire that made him feel like her only man again.
On the final day of the trip they checked into a quiet resort right next to the beach.
The sound of waves reached their room.


Meera had stepped out of the room wearing a long, modest gown-like dress that reached her ankles.

Ajay was in simple shorts and a t-shirt.Together they began walking toward the beach.

The stretch of sand in front of their resort was only moderately crowded — mostly other guests, a few families, and a small group of Indians sitting under umbrellas.

Halfway there Meera suddenly stopped.
“I forgot my phone,” she said.

“You go ahead… I’ll catch up.”
Ajay nodded lazily and continued walking toward the water, the warm sand shifting under his feet.

He stood near the edge of the waves, looking out at the sea, waiting.
A few minutes later he heard her voice calling from behind.
“I thought you would wait for me!”
He turned.
And the world seemed to slow down.
Meera was running toward him across the sand.

Gone was the long modest gown.

In its place she wore a tiny, stunning bikini — white with soft blue patterns.
Two small triangular pieces of fabric cupped her full breasts, the thin strings tied behind her neck and back.

With every running step her breasts bounced heavily, rising and falling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.

The soft flesh spilled slightly against the edges of the triangles; the hard tips of her nipples pressed clearly against the thin material.

Her bikini bottom was the same pattern — a narrow triangle in front that barely covered her mound, tied at both hips with delicate strings.

As she ran, the bottom shifted and clung, outlining the soft shape of her pussy lips.
A light cap sat on her head.

Suddenly a stronger breeze swept across the beach.

The cap flew off and tumbled backward onto the sand.


Meera stopped, turned, and bent down to pick it up.
The moment she bent, the thin back of her bikini bottom was pulled deep into the ass crack.

The round, smooth cheeks were fully exposed, the string disappearing between them.

The soft underside of her breasts became visible from the side as she reached for the cap.

Several men on the beach — Indian and foreign — turned their heads at the same time.

Conversations paused.

Eyes followed the beautiful woman in the tiny bikini as she straightened up, breasts still gently swaying, and continued running toward her husband with a bright, playful smile.
Ajay stood frozen, heart pounding, watching his wife come closer in slow motion — every bounce of her heavy breasts, every shift of the tiny bikini bottom, every curve of her almost-naked body glowing under the late-afternoon sun.
She reached him slightly out of breath, cheeks flushed, eyes shining.
The modest wife who had left the room in a long gown now stood in front of him on the open beach wearing almost nothing, completely unbothered by the eyes that were still on her.

[shaalu_re]

Ajay was not wearing any underwear beneath his shorts.The moment Meera had come running toward him in that tiny bikini — breasts bouncing, string bottom disappearing between her cheeks — his cock had hardened instantly and fully.

It now stood rigid, clearly outlined against the thin fabric of his shorts, impossible to hide.


“Control your horse, darling… or are you planning to pitch a tent on the beach for everyone to see?.

There are people on the beach.”

I’m trying… but he’s very happy to see the bikini. He’s giving you a standing ovation. I’m trying to think of tax forms and old case files… but your bouncing breasts keep cancelling every boring thought.
Ajay tried to think of anything else — the flight home, the paperwork waiting, the old cases — but it was useless.

Meera: “Tell him this is not a private party.”

Ajay: “I did. He said the party started the moment you started running.”
Meera: “If it doesn’t go down, I’m leaving you here alone.”

Ajay: “He’s saying he’d rather stand at attention than miss another second of you.”

Meera: “Control that hard cock… people can see the outline.”

Ajay: “He’s not listening. He’s thinking about how wet your pussy must be inside that tiny bottom.”
Meera: “Keep it inside your shorts or I’ll make you walk back to the room with it still standing.”

Ajay: “Then you’d better walk behind me… because watching your ass will only make him thicker.”
Meera: “You’re leaking, aren’t you?”

Ajay: “Yes… and it’s your fault. These bouncing tits and that almost-see-through bikini have completely ruined me.”

His cock stayed stubbornly hard.
Meera suddenly turned and ran straight into the sea.
The first wave hit her thighs, then her hips, then her waist.

The white-and-blue bikini instantly clung to her body like a second skin.


The triangular tops moulded perfectly around her full breasts, the hard nipples now completely visible through the wet fabric.

The bottom became almost transparent, outlining the soft lips of her pussy and the smooth curve of her mound.
She turned back, eyes sparkling, and stretched her hand toward him.
“Come.”
Ajay walked into the water.

The moment he was close enough she pulled him deeper until the sea reached their chests.


Under the water her hand slipped inside his shorts, pushed the fabric down to his ankles, and wrapped around his hard cock.

She began stroking him slowly, firmly, the warm seawater making every movement silky and smooth.
Ajay’s hand found the side of her bikini bottom and slid inside.

His fingers traced the soft, bare skin of her pussy, then slipped between her lips, finding her already wet and warm.

He rubbed her clit in slow circles while she continued the steady underwater handjob.
Meera leaned in and whispered against his mouth,
“Don’t untie the strings…

If this bikini floats away we’ll have a real problem. Unless you want to show your pussy internationally ”
She kept the knots secure, but allowed his hand complete freedom inside the wet fabric.

Their bodies pressed together.

Her soft, wet breasts flattened against his chest.

His cock throbbed in her fist while his fingers worked deeper between her legs.
Around them other swimmers and beachgoers existed only as distant shapes.

Here, chest-deep in the sea, they had found a private, floating world.
Ajay looked at his wife — wet hair sticking to her cheeks, nipples clearly visible through the soaked bikini, eyes half-closed with pleasure — and felt a deep, grateful heat in his chest.
This was the same woman who once worried about bra straps and clinging leggings.

Now she was stroking his cock underwater in public, letting him finger her openly, completely unashamed.
He loved this version of her.

He loved the freedom she now carried in her body.
They stayed like that for a long time — kissing, touching, stroking, grinding slowly against each other beneath the surface — until nearly an hour had passed and the sun had begun to lower in the sky.
Only then did they slowly separate, adjust their clothes under the water, and begin walking back toward the shore, fingers still loosely linked, both of them quietly smiling.

[shaalu_re]

When Meera reached the shore, her phone showed eight missed calls.
All from Thomas — the wood-mill owner from her native place, the man she used to work for as an accountant.
Why is he calling me now? she wondered.
The phone rang again.

This time it was a video call.
She hesitated for a second, then answered.
Her face and bare shoulders appeared on the screen.

The thin strings of her bikini top were clearly looped around her shoulders.
Quickly she gathered her long, wet hair and brought it forward, letting the heavy strands fall over both shoulders and across the upper part of her chest.

The wet hair covered most of her bare skin.

From the camera’s point of view it became difficult to tell whether she was wearing a bikini or nothing at all.

Small gaps between the wet strands still gave occasional glimpses of smooth skin, making it look even more suggestive.
Thomas’s face appeared on the screen.
“How are you, Meera?”
“I am good, sir.

What happened?”
“I hope I didn’t disturb you.”
“No, sir. Tell me. We were at the beach.”

Thomas smiled slightly.
“I can see that from your wet hair.”
He did not mention the bare shoulders that were still partially visible between the strands of hair.

Meera noticed and carefully tilted the phone a little higher so that even the small glimpse of cleavage disappeared from the frame.
“How is Ajay?” Thomas asked.
“He is good.”
Beside her, Ajay sat close.


While Meera kept her expression polite and normal for the camera, Ajay’s hand slid under the triangular cup of her wet bikini top.

His warm fingers closed around her soft breast and began to slowly massage it — squeezing gently, brushing over the stiff nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

Everything stayed below the camera frame.

Only Meera could feel it.
Thomas continued speaking, unaware.
“Once you left, Meera, my business entered a dull phase. The new person who replaced you was not good enough. He completely messed up the accounts."

I had to leave my focus on other businesses and focus only on the mill.
You know how it used to be… I would sit there, but I was actually looking after several other things at the same time.

My sons are useless when it comes to handling the business, they screwed up other businesses.
I heard you are coming back now that your husband’s name has been cleared.”

Meera kept her voice steady even as Ajay’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate play under the wet fabric.

“Yes, sir.

We are planning to come back to the native place.”
In her mind, however, she had already decided one thing clearly:

she was not going to return to the same small accountant’s job she had left behind.

Meera was not sure what to reply.Ajay’s fingers were still under her wet bikini top, slowly circling and pinching her nipple.

His other hand had slipped around her bare back, moving along the smooth skin that was covered only by the thin strings of the bikini.

Every small movement sent warm sparks through her body, making it harder to keep her voice steady for the video call.She definitely did not want to return to her old accountant’s job.Thomas continued speaking, still unaware of what was happening just below the camera frame.

“I am not asking you to come back to your old position, Meera.

I wanted you in a much bigger role.

Even while you were working for me earlier, I was already training you for more responsibility.

If you had not moved to the city with your husband, I would have promoted you by now.
I am not saying this just to please you.

You are capable.”

He paused for a moment, then added,
“I have bought a new business.

I need someone capable to run it along with me.”
Meera’s eyes sharpened with interest even as Ajay’s fingers continued their slow, teasing play.
“What business is it, sir?”
Thomas smiled slightly on the screen.
“I bought a lingerie business called Anaavaran.
They already have good market sales.
You must have seen the news last week — the previous owners were involved in other illegal businesses and got arrested.

[shaalu_re]

After the arrest of the owners the ownership went to a lady named Sheela. I think she is wife of one of the owner.
She has no interest in running any business, so she sold it at a very low price.

I got the opportunity and I am buying it.”
Meera’s mind worked quickly despite the distracting pleasure of Ajay’s hands.
“Will there be any legal issues? as it had owners with illegal deals
What happens to the old employees? What if some of them still have affiliation with the previous owners?”

Thomas’s expression showed clear approval.
“You are very smart, Meera.

This is exactly why I like you.
The legal team has already taken care of everything.Anaavaran itself was a separate legal entity and its deals has no wrongdoings.

All the old employees have been let go.

We are making a completely fresh start.

But we still get to keep the brand name, the existing designs, and the current business deals — all at a much lower cost.”

Meera listened carefully, her breathing slightly uneven because of Ajay’s continuous, secret attention to her boobs and bare back.

The same brand whose photographs of her body had been used on packaging… was now being offered to her in a completely new form.

“Do you want to join?” Thomas asked on the video call.Meera turned her head and looked at Ajay.Ajay met her eyes and gave a small, clear nod of agreement.Meera turned back to the phone and nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

At that exact moment Ajay’s fingers found the knot of her bikini top behind her neck.

He gave a single firm tug.
The thin strings loosened.

The two triangular cups slipped forward and fell onto the sand, leaving Meera’s full breasts completely bare.
Thomas could not see it.

The camera still showed only her face and the upper part of her chest, and her wet hair continued to cover the straps and most of her shoulders.
Meera’s expression flickered for a second — a small, uncomfortable shift in her eyes — but she kept her voice steady.
Thomas continued, misreading her look.
“Don’t worry.

Together we can turn it around.

If you are there, we can run the business properly.”

Meera managed a small smile.
“Yes… we can.”
She ended the call.
By now the sky had grown darker, though it was not yet fully night.

The beach lights had started coming on in the distance.
Ajay picked up the fallen bikini top and deliberately put it in his pocket instead of giving it back to her.

“Walk like this,” he said quietly, his voice low and rough.

“Wearing only the bottom.

I want the wind to move it.

I want people to keep looking twice, wondering if you’re actually naked under that hair.”

A slow, wicked little smile curved her lips.
“You still don’t know the new Meera properly, do you?” she whispered.

Meera’s heart beat faster, but she did not refuse.
She let her long, still-damp hair fall forward over both breasts.

She gathered her long wet hair in both hands and deliberately parted it, letting both full breasts come into clear view for a second before letting the hair fall loosely again.

The heavy strands covered most of the soft flesh, though the sides and the lower curves remained visible when the breeze moved her hair.

“If you want… I can push this hair completely behind my shoulders and walk with everything open.

Just my bare breasts bouncing with every step while people stare.”
She stepped closer until her nipples almost brushed his chest.
“Or…” her voice dropped even lower, fingers already hooking into the side strings of her tiny bikini bottom,



“do you want me to take this off too?

I can walk back to the resort completely naked.

Only the pendant between my legs.

Tell me, Ajay… how shameless do you want your wife to be right now?”

She tugged the string of the bottom a little, loosening it just enough that it slipped lower on her hips, showing the top of her smooth mound.

Ajay gulped, seeing his new wife. Meera gave a smile and tied her bottom tightly.

She slipped her arm through Ajay’s and they began walking back across the sand toward the resort.
Every step made her bare breasts shift gently under the curtain of hair.

The cool evening air touched her uncovered skin.

A few people still on the beach glanced their way, but in the fading light it was difficult to be certain what they were seeing.
They entered the resort lobby.
The receptionist behind the desk looked up, then looked again — longer the second time.

His eyes moved over Meera’s bare shoulders and the way her hair only partially covered her chest.

For a moment he seemed unsure whether the beautiful woman walking past him was wearing a bikini top or was simply bare-breasted.
Meera kept her gaze forward, cheeks warm, and continued walking beside her husband toward the lift.
The lift doors closed on them.

[shaalu_re]

After the arrest of the owners the ownership went to a lady named Sheela. I think she is wife of one of the owner.
She has no interest in running any business, so she sold it at a very low price.

I got the opportunity and I am buying it.”
Meera’s mind worked quickly despite the distracting pleasure of Ajay’s hands.
“Will there be any legal issues? as it had owners with illegal deals
What happens to the old employees? What if some of them still have affiliation with the previous owners?”

Thomas’s expression showed clear approval.
“You are very smart, Meera.

This is exactly why I like you.
The legal team has already taken care of everything.Anaavaran itself was a separate legal entity and its deals has no wrongdoings.

All the old employees have been let go.

We are making a completely fresh start.

But we still get to keep the brand name, the existing designs, and the current business deals — all at a much lower cost.”

Meera listened carefully, her breathing slightly uneven because of Ajay’s continuous, secret attention to her boobs and bare back.

The same brand whose photographs of her body had been used on packaging… was now being offered to her in a completely new form.

“Do you want to join?” Thomas asked on the video call.Meera turned her head and looked at Ajay.Ajay met her eyes and gave a small, clear nod of agreement.Meera turned back to the phone and nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

At that exact moment Ajay’s fingers found the knot of her bikini top behind her neck.

He gave a single firm tug.
The thin strings loosened.

The two triangular cups slipped forward and fell onto the sand, leaving Meera’s full breasts completely bare.
Thomas could not see it.

The camera still showed only her face and the upper part of her chest, and her wet hair continued to cover the straps and most of her shoulders.
Meera’s expression flickered for a second — a small, uncomfortable shift in her eyes — but she kept her voice steady.
Thomas continued, misreading her look.
“Don’t worry.

Together we can turn it around.

If you are there, we can run the business properly.”

Meera managed a small smile.
“Yes… we can.”
She ended the call.
By now the sky had grown darker, though it was not yet fully night.

Just as they were about to get up, Meera’s phone rang again.
This time it was Navya.

Her face appeared on the screen, bright and relaxed.

In the background the familiar interior of the small tourism office could be seen.

She had taken over the day-to-day running of the business completely and was doing well with it.
“How was the trip I planned for you both?” Navya asked with a playful smile.
Meera glanced at Ajay and answered warmly,
“We both enjoyed it. A lot.”

Ajay nodded from beside her.
“It was perfect. Thank you.”
Navya’s eyes sparkled with quiet mischief.

She looked directly at Ajay and gave a small, knowing wink.
“Good.

Remember… whenever you need me, just call.
I’m always open to you…”

She paused for half a second, then added with a soft laugh,

“…both.”

Meera raised an eyebrow but smiled.

Ajay shook his head with a half-embarrassed, half-amused expression.
Navya laughed lightly, blew a casual kiss toward the camera, and ended the call.To cover his embarrassment Ajay picked up the fallen bikini top and deliberately put it in his pocket instead of giving it back to her.

“Walk like this,” he said quietly, his voice low and rough.

“Wearing only the bottom.

I want the wind to move it.

I want people to keep looking twice, wondering if you’re actually naked under that hair.”

A slow, wicked little smile curved her lips.
“You still don’t know the new Meera properly, do you?” she whispered.

Meera’s heart beat faster, but she did not refuse.
She let her long, still-damp hair fall forward over both breasts.

She gathered her long wet hair in both hands and deliberately parted it, letting both full breasts come into clear view for a second before letting the hair fall loosely again.

The heavy strands covered most of the soft flesh, though the sides and the lower curves remained visible when the breeze moved her hair.

“If you want… I can push this hair completely behind my shoulders and walk with everything open.

Just my bare breasts bouncing with every step while people stare.”
She stepped closer until her nipples almost brushed his chest.
“Or…” her voice dropped even lower, fingers already hooking into the side strings of her tiny bikini bottom.

“do you want me to take this off too?

I can walk back to the resort completely naked.

Only the pendant between my legs.

Tell me, Ajay… how shameless do you want your wife to be right now?”

She tugged the string of the bottom a little, loosening it just enough that it slipped lower on her hips, showing the top of her smooth mound.

Ajay gulped, seeing his new wife. Meera gave a smile and tied her bottom tightly.

She slipped her arm through Ajay’s and they began walking back across the sand toward the resort.
Every step made her bare breasts shift gently under the curtain of hair.

The cool evening air touched her uncovered skin.

A few people still on the beach glanced their way, but in the fading light it was difficult to be certain what they were seeing.
They entered the resort lobby.
The receptionist behind the desk looked up, then looked again — longer the second time.

His eyes moved over Meera’s bare shoulders and the way her hair only partially covered her chest.

For a moment he seemed unsure whether the beautiful woman walking past him was wearing a bikini top or was simply bare-breasted.
Meera kept her gaze forward, cheeks warm, and continued walking beside her husband toward the lift.
The lift doors closed on them.


The story of the shy village wife who became the unexpected centre of a dangerous game had finally settling into a quieter life. She went through unexpected path of risk, revelation, and reinvention… and even now, no one could say where that path would lead next. No one knows what is waiting for her at anaavaran, will Raghav comeback with a new mission or Princess Lerato take a revenge .

[RedDranzar]

Very good story

[Habsi.]

Extraordinary fantastic mind-blowing ?
Continue writing this story... This story has too much potential

[RedDranzar]

Will this story have part 2? Or you will write something new

[shaalu_re]

I really didnt thought about a second part. If anyone wants to pickup they are free to do so. I left some pieces to pick up on same line. I would like to know if you would have taken the story in a different way than I did. I would like to listen your ideas. Thanks to all the people who commented, liked and encouraged me in writing this.

If I get a good thread I will try to start a story. For my previous story I could not complete because there was no underlying story. I was just planning to write down few life experiences I had with some exaggeration and masala.

[RedDranzar]

Are you open to people giving ideas for new story ?

[Habsi.]

I really didnt thought about a second part. If anyone wants to pickup they are free to do so. I left some pieces to pick up on same line. I would like to know if you would have taken the story in a different way than I did. I would like to listen your ideas. Thanks to all the people who commented, liked and encouraged me in writing this.

If I get a good thread I will try to start a story. For my previous story I could not complete because there was no underlying story.  I was just planning to write down few life experiences I had with some exaggeration and masala.

Please start that Story soon.... We are waiting for your writing..

[shaalu_re]

I am back....

Planning to make a second part of the story.

I have some thread. Before I develop the story I want to hear from the very few readers i have. What would you like to read. I would probably go slow and ENF style story. If any suggestions or any situations you people are interested I could try to add in story.

Let me hear your thoughts.

[Habsi.]

Make story in which the heroine will be a innocent looking but inside she will be a very naughty wife.. who pretends to look modest when her husband is around and . Whenever she is alone or with strangers she will every type of kinky stuffs like wearing revealing dresses .. and some accidental nudity and some public exposures .. and some naughty Kinky stuffs like going to a public place like mall or restaurant wearing skirt and doing risky pissing when peoples are around. And some rural adventures like going to a pond or river and try to get naked accidentally when peoples are around. . So overall make the story of a adventurous kinky girl who loves to show her assets and do some fantasy stuffs whenever there is a chance or without chance.
These are the suggestion for the persona.
All the best for your writing.

[Habsi.]

Make story in which the heroine will be a innocent looking but inside she will be a very naughty wife.. who pretends to look modest when her husband is around and . Whenever she is alone or with strangers she will every type of kinky stuffs like wearing revealing dresses .. and some accidental nudity and some public exposures .. and some naughty Kinky stuffs like going to a public place like mall or restaurant wearing skirt and doing risky pissing when peoples are around. And some rural adventures like going to a pond or river and try to get naked accidentally when peoples are around. . So overall make the story of a adventurous kinky girl who loves to show her assets to strangers and do some fantasy stuffs whenever there is a chance or without chance.
These are the suggestion for the persona.
All the best for your writing.

Write by considering this suggestion.

[RedDranzar]

I am back....

Planning to make a second part of the story.

I have some thread. Before I develop the story I want to hear from the very few readers i have. What would you like to read. I would probably go slow and ENF style story. If any suggestions or any situations you people are interested I could try to add in story.

Let me hear your thoughts.

I think you have great skill of writing an actual story with erotica and not just a erotic compilation. 

Please continue to write erotic thrillers.

 You can write about a wife who became widowed because his husband was murdered.  Now she tries to collect evidence and find his killer. In this she uses her body to seduce . She changes herself from simple housewife wearing sarees to a modern slut . She develops affairs with all suspects and sleeps with them with the mission of finding the killer.

Please do mention if u like the plot

[Dark reader]

I am back....

Planning to make a second part of the story.

I have some thread. Before I develop the story I want to hear from the very few readers i have. What would you like to read. I would probably go slow and ENF style story. If any suggestions or any situations you people are interested I could try to add in story.

Let me hear your thoughts.

Also involved navya ,and scenes with navya ,Meera and ajay threesome,and erotic talk ajay and Meera and Meera and ajay vacation in nude beach and also involved photoshoot scenes of Meera, involved scenes Meera goes africa and sex with africans for new mission.
Describe navya in more erotic way with navya and ajay.