28-12-2025, 11:49 AM
(This post was last modified: 28-12-2025, 05:46 PM by Cucumber. Edited 3 times in total. Edited 3 times in total.)
Ananya was a simple housewife, 23 years old and newly married. Still young, she was in that transition period between teenage rebelliousness and adult maturity. One thing that made her stand out was her beauty. She was a master at capturing attention, mostly because of her fair complexion, perfect body, and captivating smile with deep dimples. She was a fair-skinned lady, 5'7" tall.
Like any other housewife, she was newly married to Dr. Varun Dhiman, who was currently working at PGI. Varun was a smart guy but a little twisted when it came to his fantasies—something Ananya was completely unaware of. Because of his highly demanding profession, he was mostly busy and away from home. But she was fine with it; they both deeply cared for each other. Theirs was an arranged marriage, and they had started falling in love—not fully yet, but definitely on the right track. They were still getting to know each other.
They lived on the second floor of a three-storey building in an enclosed, gated complex. There was only one apartment on each floor.
The bathroom was located off the main drawing room, which was connected to two bedrooms, a balcony, and the kitchen. There was no attached bathroom in their flat, so naturally, she used the one in the drawing room.
On a lazy Sunday morning, Ananya was taking a thorough bath. Water glistened on her supple skin, running over her pinkish nipples and lightly trimmed bush. Her husband called from outside.
Varun: "Anu, listen—haven't you given the maintenance cheque yet? Guard Ramesh bhaiya is here to collect it."
Ananya: "Sorry, Varun, I forgot yesterday."
Varun: "Hmm, okay. Tell me where it is; I'll hand it over to him."
Ananya: "I kept it in my white purse hanging in the almirah."
Varun: "Okay, miss."
Varun went to the almirah, opened it, and to his surprise, found three white purses, each with lots of pockets.
He came back to the drawing room.
Varun: "Miss, you have three white purses, and each has at least five zips. Which one should I check? Ramesh bhaiya has already been waiting."
Ananya: "It's in the middle pocket of the purse with the leathery texture."
Although Varun was a smart guy, he still wasn't great at distinguishing women's accessories.
Varun: "Please, Anu, just come and give it to me."
Ananya: "Yaar, I'm in the middle of my bath—how can I? The floor will get wet, and I have soap everywhere, even on my face."
Varun hurriedly went back to the almirah, grabbed all three purses, and brought them with him.
Varun: "Baby, I have all the purses. Now open the door and tell me which one it is."
Ananya had soap all over her body, even on her face, so she couldn't open her eyes. She washed her hand quickly and opened the door just a crack.
In the meantime, both of them had forgotten that Ramesh bhaiya was also there. He was sitting on the sofa, facing the LED TV. To his right was the bathroom door.
When the door opened slightly, he saw a naked, wet, fair arm with supple skin reaching out. Varun saw the same thing but wasn't bothered. The arm extended toward the purses, but her hands were wet, so she couldn't feel the texture properly.
Ananya: "Wait, yaar, I can't feel the texture. Let me wash my eyes and face."
Varun: "Hurry up—Ramesh bhaiya is waiting."
In a hurry, without closing the door, Ananya turned toward the tap and opened it. (Bathroom layout: the door opened inward, and the tap was to the left.)
She started washing her face, but because the door had been left slightly ajar and tilted inward, it slowly swung open on its own. Varun, still waiting outside with the three purses in one hand and his mobile in the other—now replying to someone on the phone—didn't notice the door opening.
The only person who noticed was Ramesh bhaiya. The first thing he saw was Ananya's side view of her perfectly bent, plump ass. He was shocked to see her in that state and couldn't tear his eyes away from the soap-covered creamy buttocks. The door didn't stop there; it opened a little more. Now her back and tummy, both covered in soap, were visible too. He tried his best to look away but couldn't. He had never seen such a beautiful, fair, sexy housewife with a body like that. He wanted to see more, but the door stopped halfway, and by then she had cleaned her eyes.
She opened her eyes, closed the tap, and Ramesh instantly shifted his gaze toward the TV. She hadn't noticed him yet.
Now she stood behind the half-open door, her lower body hidden except for her left soap-covered creamy thigh, which was in view from outside. Her whole left side was visible, but she held the door with her left arm, perfectly hiding her left breast.
Ananya: "Varun, it's the middle one, and in the first zip."
Varun was still typing on his phone.
Ananya: "Varun, come on, yaar—now Ramesh bhaiya will get late."
Varun suddenly snapped out of his phone and asked, "What?"
Ananya: "It's the middle one. Open the first zip; it'll be there."
She still hadn't noticed Ramesh bhaiya watching her half-naked from the sofa. Varun opened the zip, found the cheque, took it out, and turned toward Ramesh bhaiya. He took two steps and extended his hand.
Ananya was still watching him, half-naked, and her eyes followed to Ramesh bhaiya. Their eyes locked. It all happened in an instant—she didn't even have time to react. A second later, she realised her state and suddenly slammed the door shut. Her heartbeat erupted like a volcano.
Outside, Varun didn't notice anything and handed over the cheque. Ramesh quickly left the apartment.
Inside, Ananya was now fully flushed but continued her bath. After finishing, she came out.
Now angry, Ananya: "Varun, why didn't you tell me Ramesh bhaiya was waiting inside, sitting on the sofa?"
Varun: "What's there to tell? Isn't it natural to invite a known person inside? And why—what happened?"
Ananya, with red cheeks, still wrapped in a towel in the drawing room, yelled at her husband.
Varun: "Calm down, yaar—what happened?"
Ananya: "When I was looking for the purse, the door was open, and he saw me without clothes. Our eyes even locked for a moment."
Varun was intrigued by this.
Varun: "So he saw you fully nude—your juicy boobs and clean pink pussy?"
Ananya was shocked to hear such dirty talk.
Ananya: "What? Why are you talking like that? Why is there a spark in your eyes? Why are you flustered?"
Varun: "No, no, I'm just asking."
Ananya: "He saw your wife half-naked, and you're not sad or even angry?"
Varun: "It's not a big deal. There's nothing to be angry about. Haven't I seen other people's wives naked? I've seen it multiple times, sometimes even in front of their husbands. Does it change anything or any relationship? Of course not—it doesn't matter at all."
Ananya was shocked to hear this. She was trying to process it when suddenly Varun pulled her towel away. Although now only the two of them were alone, she instinctively covered her boobs with her hands.
Ananya: "What are you doing?"
Varun: "See, I'm your husband, and you're shy in front of me even though we've had sex so many times. You're overthinking, Anu. So what if someone saw your body? It's just a human body—everyone is almost identical, and there's nothing to be afraid of. Accidents happen; we can't do anything about them. These things are only bad when you're forced. And also—you have the most bombastic body of all the wives I've seen naked."
Ananya was truly puzzled about what to say. Should she be angry or happy at the compliment?
She stood there for ten seconds, not knowing what to do. Finally, she let her hands drop to her sides and stood fully nude with wet hair in front of her husband.
Varun came close and suddenly placed his hand on her tummy. His hand started sliding down—first reaching her cute pubic hairs, then directly onto her pussy. To his surprise, she was wet, and his finger slipped inside easily.
Varun: "Hey! Why are you so wet?"
Ananya: "Aaaahh! I just came out of the bath—that's why."
Varun: "Am I stupid or something? Why are you wet inside?"
Ananya: "Aaahhhh…I don't know. You're the doctor—you should know. Why are you asking me?"
She held his hand, pulled it out, then angrily walked naked to her room. Her perfect white ass bounced with each step. She closed the door.
Varun thought to himself: "Why was she wet? Was it because of Ramesh bhaiya? Does she like him?"
He was puzzled but wanted answers.
Like any other housewife, she was newly married to Dr. Varun Dhiman, who was currently working at PGI. Varun was a smart guy but a little twisted when it came to his fantasies—something Ananya was completely unaware of. Because of his highly demanding profession, he was mostly busy and away from home. But she was fine with it; they both deeply cared for each other. Theirs was an arranged marriage, and they had started falling in love—not fully yet, but definitely on the right track. They were still getting to know each other.
They lived on the second floor of a three-storey building in an enclosed, gated complex. There was only one apartment on each floor.
The bathroom was located off the main drawing room, which was connected to two bedrooms, a balcony, and the kitchen. There was no attached bathroom in their flat, so naturally, she used the one in the drawing room.
On a lazy Sunday morning, Ananya was taking a thorough bath. Water glistened on her supple skin, running over her pinkish nipples and lightly trimmed bush. Her husband called from outside.
Varun: "Anu, listen—haven't you given the maintenance cheque yet? Guard Ramesh bhaiya is here to collect it."
Ananya: "Sorry, Varun, I forgot yesterday."
Varun: "Hmm, okay. Tell me where it is; I'll hand it over to him."
Ananya: "I kept it in my white purse hanging in the almirah."
Varun: "Okay, miss."
Varun went to the almirah, opened it, and to his surprise, found three white purses, each with lots of pockets.
He came back to the drawing room.
Varun: "Miss, you have three white purses, and each has at least five zips. Which one should I check? Ramesh bhaiya has already been waiting."
Ananya: "It's in the middle pocket of the purse with the leathery texture."
Although Varun was a smart guy, he still wasn't great at distinguishing women's accessories.
Varun: "Please, Anu, just come and give it to me."
Ananya: "Yaar, I'm in the middle of my bath—how can I? The floor will get wet, and I have soap everywhere, even on my face."
Varun hurriedly went back to the almirah, grabbed all three purses, and brought them with him.
Varun: "Baby, I have all the purses. Now open the door and tell me which one it is."
Ananya had soap all over her body, even on her face, so she couldn't open her eyes. She washed her hand quickly and opened the door just a crack.
In the meantime, both of them had forgotten that Ramesh bhaiya was also there. He was sitting on the sofa, facing the LED TV. To his right was the bathroom door.
When the door opened slightly, he saw a naked, wet, fair arm with supple skin reaching out. Varun saw the same thing but wasn't bothered. The arm extended toward the purses, but her hands were wet, so she couldn't feel the texture properly.
Ananya: "Wait, yaar, I can't feel the texture. Let me wash my eyes and face."
Varun: "Hurry up—Ramesh bhaiya is waiting."
In a hurry, without closing the door, Ananya turned toward the tap and opened it. (Bathroom layout: the door opened inward, and the tap was to the left.)
She started washing her face, but because the door had been left slightly ajar and tilted inward, it slowly swung open on its own. Varun, still waiting outside with the three purses in one hand and his mobile in the other—now replying to someone on the phone—didn't notice the door opening.
The only person who noticed was Ramesh bhaiya. The first thing he saw was Ananya's side view of her perfectly bent, plump ass. He was shocked to see her in that state and couldn't tear his eyes away from the soap-covered creamy buttocks. The door didn't stop there; it opened a little more. Now her back and tummy, both covered in soap, were visible too. He tried his best to look away but couldn't. He had never seen such a beautiful, fair, sexy housewife with a body like that. He wanted to see more, but the door stopped halfway, and by then she had cleaned her eyes.
She opened her eyes, closed the tap, and Ramesh instantly shifted his gaze toward the TV. She hadn't noticed him yet.
Now she stood behind the half-open door, her lower body hidden except for her left soap-covered creamy thigh, which was in view from outside. Her whole left side was visible, but she held the door with her left arm, perfectly hiding her left breast.
Ananya: "Varun, it's the middle one, and in the first zip."
Varun was still typing on his phone.
Ananya: "Varun, come on, yaar—now Ramesh bhaiya will get late."
Varun suddenly snapped out of his phone and asked, "What?"
Ananya: "It's the middle one. Open the first zip; it'll be there."
She still hadn't noticed Ramesh bhaiya watching her half-naked from the sofa. Varun opened the zip, found the cheque, took it out, and turned toward Ramesh bhaiya. He took two steps and extended his hand.
Ananya was still watching him, half-naked, and her eyes followed to Ramesh bhaiya. Their eyes locked. It all happened in an instant—she didn't even have time to react. A second later, she realised her state and suddenly slammed the door shut. Her heartbeat erupted like a volcano.
Outside, Varun didn't notice anything and handed over the cheque. Ramesh quickly left the apartment.
Inside, Ananya was now fully flushed but continued her bath. After finishing, she came out.
Now angry, Ananya: "Varun, why didn't you tell me Ramesh bhaiya was waiting inside, sitting on the sofa?"
Varun: "What's there to tell? Isn't it natural to invite a known person inside? And why—what happened?"
Ananya, with red cheeks, still wrapped in a towel in the drawing room, yelled at her husband.
Varun: "Calm down, yaar—what happened?"
Ananya: "When I was looking for the purse, the door was open, and he saw me without clothes. Our eyes even locked for a moment."
Varun was intrigued by this.
Varun: "So he saw you fully nude—your juicy boobs and clean pink pussy?"
Ananya was shocked to hear such dirty talk.
Ananya: "What? Why are you talking like that? Why is there a spark in your eyes? Why are you flustered?"
Varun: "No, no, I'm just asking."
Ananya: "He saw your wife half-naked, and you're not sad or even angry?"
Varun: "It's not a big deal. There's nothing to be angry about. Haven't I seen other people's wives naked? I've seen it multiple times, sometimes even in front of their husbands. Does it change anything or any relationship? Of course not—it doesn't matter at all."
Ananya was shocked to hear this. She was trying to process it when suddenly Varun pulled her towel away. Although now only the two of them were alone, she instinctively covered her boobs with her hands.
Ananya: "What are you doing?"
Varun: "See, I'm your husband, and you're shy in front of me even though we've had sex so many times. You're overthinking, Anu. So what if someone saw your body? It's just a human body—everyone is almost identical, and there's nothing to be afraid of. Accidents happen; we can't do anything about them. These things are only bad when you're forced. And also—you have the most bombastic body of all the wives I've seen naked."
Ananya was truly puzzled about what to say. Should she be angry or happy at the compliment?
She stood there for ten seconds, not knowing what to do. Finally, she let her hands drop to her sides and stood fully nude with wet hair in front of her husband.
Varun came close and suddenly placed his hand on her tummy. His hand started sliding down—first reaching her cute pubic hairs, then directly onto her pussy. To his surprise, she was wet, and his finger slipped inside easily.
Varun: "Hey! Why are you so wet?"
Ananya: "Aaaahh! I just came out of the bath—that's why."
Varun: "Am I stupid or something? Why are you wet inside?"
Ananya: "Aaahhhh…I don't know. You're the doctor—you should know. Why are you asking me?"
She held his hand, pulled it out, then angrily walked naked to her room. Her perfect white ass bounced with each step. She closed the door.
Varun thought to himself: "Why was she wet? Was it because of Ramesh bhaiya? Does she like him?"
He was puzzled but wanted answers.
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