Misc. Erotica DIARY OF AN INDIAN EXHIBITIONIST WIFE

[Cucumber]

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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