After the intense blowjob, Ananya wiped her face with a tissue, her cheeks still flushed. Varun pulled her into a tight embrace, both breathing heavily, but neither spoke about what had just happened.
A silent understanding hung in the air—too new, too raw to discuss yet. They moved to the kitchen as if nothing extraordinary had occurred. Dinner was simple: rice, dal, and the curry from earlier.
They sat at the dining table, chit-chatting about mundane things—Varun's day at the hospital, a funny patient story. Both deliberately avoided eye contact that lingered too long, laughing a little too forcefully at small jokes.
Why aren't we talking about it? Ananya wondered, feeling a mix of satisfaction and uncertainty. I made him happy... but where is this leading? Varun, too, kept his thoughts light on the surface, though his mind raced beneath.
After dinner, they cleared the dishes together, stole a few soft kisses, and headed to bed early. Ananya slipped under the sheets naked, as usual now, and Varun joined her, holding her close.
Sleep came quickly for her, but Varun lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling. His mind was occupied, torn by internal conflict. What just happened today... her saying those dirty things so calmly, then that incredible blowjob—she knew exactly what turned me on. Is this okay? Are we crossing lines we'll regret? Or is this who we really are? He felt excitement, guilt, and curiosity all at once. Maybe there's only one way to find out. I need to push further... see if she really enjoys it too. With that resolve settling in his chest, he finally drifted off.
The next morning, Varun woke up early again, careful not to disturb Ananya. He went through the routine quietly—bathroom, cleaning the house, preparing breakfast (paratha and curd this time).
Despite his fantasies growing bolder, his love for her remained steady; these acts of service grounded him. Before leaving for work, he returned to the bedroom. Ananya was still asleep, lying naked on her side, the sheet barely covering her curves. He gently shook her shoulder.
Varun (softly): "Anu... wake up, baby. Breakfast is ready."
Ananya stirred, opening her eyes slowly, smiling sleepily at him in his crisp doctor's coat. She sat up, the sheet falling away, exposing her breasts fully. She didn't bother covering them anymore.
Ananya (yawning): "Good morning, dear. You're leaving already?"
Varun: "Yes, duty calls. But first—let me check your back."
He made her turn slightly, pretending to examine it carefully. The skin was now perfectly smooth—no trace of pinkness or burns. It's completely healed, he thought, but excitement overrode honesty. I don't want her wearing clothes yet. This game isn't over. He kept up the act.
Varun (serious tone): "It's better, but still healing. Don't wear clothes today either, okay? Let the skin breathe fully—no risk of irritation."
Ananya (nodding obediently, though a small smile played on her lips): "Okay, doctor saab. Whatever you say."
They shared a quick kiss, and he left for the hospital.
After the door closed, Ananya stretched lazily, fully naked, enjoying the freedom for a moment. She headed to the bathroom for a long, relaxing bath. The warm water cascaded over her body, soothing her skin and stirring memories of yesterday's touches.
As she stepped out and dried herself, she remembered the ointment. Varun said to complete the course... but how do I apply it to my back alone? My hands can't reach properly. She tried in front of the mirror, twisting awkwardly, but only managed a patchy job. Frustration mixed with temptation.
Should I leave it? No, he was clear about finishing the treatment. Then yesterday's realisation returned: This is part of his game—he wants these situations.
And... if I'm honest, the thrill isn't all bad. Internal conflict raged—I'm a good wife; I shouldn't involve others. But Ramesh bhaiya is respectful, helpful. It's just cream on my back, nothing more. Finally, curiosity and obedience won. With hesitant fingers, she dialled Ramesh's number.
Ananya (voice shy, soft): "Hello, Ramesh bhaiya? It's Ananya madam... from the second floor."
Ramesh (surprised but polite): "Yes, madam! Good morning. Everything okay?"
Ananya: "Um, yes... actually, the ointment finished. Could you please get a new tube from the medical shop? Same one as last time."
Ramesh: "Of course, madam. I'll go right now and bring it."
He bought it quickly and reached her apartment in fifteen minutes, knocking gently. Ananya's heart pounded as she wrapped herself in the same thin towel from yesterday—tucking it loosely around her torso. It covered from chest to mid-thigh, but barely. Just for a minute, she told herself, feeling nervous yet strangely excited. She opened the door a crack, peeking out.
Ananya (blushing): "Thank you so much, bhaiya. Come in for a second."
Ramesh stepped inside, handing her the tube, eyes politely lowered. "Here, madam. Anything else?"
He turned to leave, but Ananya hesitated, then spoke.
Ananya (voice trembling slightly): "Wait, bhaiya... actually, I need a small help. My back—Varun said to apply the cream properly, but I can't reach alone. Could you... just put it on my back? It won't take long."
Ramesh froze, face turning red. He adjusted his uniform cap nervously. Apply cream on madam's back? In a towel? This is too much... but sir trusts me, and she's asking politely. He felt shy, hesitant—his body reacting despite himself.
Ramesh (stammering): "Madam, I... are you sure? It's not right—I mean, I can wait outside or..."
Ananya (convincing gently, though her own heart raced): "Please, bhaiya. You're like family—always helping us. It's just medicine. Varun won't mind; he sent you yesterday too. Just my back, nothing else."
After a pause, Ramesh nodded reluctantly. "Okay, madam... if you say so."
She led him to the bedroom, her bare feet soft on the floor, towel clinging damply. In the room, she lay down on her tummy on the bed, positioning carefully. The towel now covered only her ass and lower back—her long fair legs fully exposed, sides of her breasts (soft, curved side boobs) visible as they pressed against the mattress, though nipples remained hidden. Ramesh's eyes widened briefly; he quickly looked away, but felt heat rising. He adjusted his pant discreetly, trying to hide his growing arousal.
Ananya (feeling the cool air on her skin, heart pounding): This is more exposed than yesterday. His eyes on me... why does it make me feel so hot? Like electricity on my skin.
To cool down, she casually lowered the towel a few inches more, supposedly for better access. Now it barely covered her ass crack and pussy—any shift risked full exposure, but still hidden for now.
Ramesh (voice shaky, sitting on the bed edge): "Madam... where exactly?"
Ananya: "All over the back, bhaiya. Start from the top."
He squeezed cream onto his rough palms, hands trembling slightly, and began applying it gently on her upper back. His touch was hesitant at first—calloused fingers gliding over her supple, fair skin.
To Ananya, it felt electric: warm, firm pressure sending shivers down her spine. His hands are so different from Varun's—stronger, rougher. Every stroke... oh god, it's making me wet. This is wrong, but it feels so erotic, so forbidden. Her breathing deepened, nipples hardening against the bedsheet, a warmth pooling between her legs. She bit her lip to stay quiet, body tingling with guilty pleasure.
Ramesh, applying carefully, noticed something odd—no scars, no redness at all. Why cream if there's no burn? Is madam... enjoying this? No, can't be. He stayed silent, shy, finishing quickly but thoroughly, his fingers brushing lower near the towel edge. The room felt charged, both aware of the intimacy.
Finally done, he stood up abruptly.
Ramesh (voice low): "Finished, madam. It... looks completely fine, actually."
Ananya (turning her head, smiling shyly, still on tummy): "Thank you, bhaiya. You're a lifesaver."
He nodded and hurried out. Ananya waited five minutes, body still buzzing with arousal, before getting up. She let the towel fall completely, standing fully naked. She walked to the door, locked it securely, and leaned against it, breathing heavily. What am I becoming? His touch felt too good... I need to process this.
A silent understanding hung in the air—too new, too raw to discuss yet. They moved to the kitchen as if nothing extraordinary had occurred. Dinner was simple: rice, dal, and the curry from earlier.
They sat at the dining table, chit-chatting about mundane things—Varun's day at the hospital, a funny patient story. Both deliberately avoided eye contact that lingered too long, laughing a little too forcefully at small jokes.
Why aren't we talking about it? Ananya wondered, feeling a mix of satisfaction and uncertainty. I made him happy... but where is this leading? Varun, too, kept his thoughts light on the surface, though his mind raced beneath.
After dinner, they cleared the dishes together, stole a few soft kisses, and headed to bed early. Ananya slipped under the sheets naked, as usual now, and Varun joined her, holding her close.
Sleep came quickly for her, but Varun lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling. His mind was occupied, torn by internal conflict. What just happened today... her saying those dirty things so calmly, then that incredible blowjob—she knew exactly what turned me on. Is this okay? Are we crossing lines we'll regret? Or is this who we really are? He felt excitement, guilt, and curiosity all at once. Maybe there's only one way to find out. I need to push further... see if she really enjoys it too. With that resolve settling in his chest, he finally drifted off.
The next morning, Varun woke up early again, careful not to disturb Ananya. He went through the routine quietly—bathroom, cleaning the house, preparing breakfast (paratha and curd this time).
Despite his fantasies growing bolder, his love for her remained steady; these acts of service grounded him. Before leaving for work, he returned to the bedroom. Ananya was still asleep, lying naked on her side, the sheet barely covering her curves. He gently shook her shoulder.
Varun (softly): "Anu... wake up, baby. Breakfast is ready."
Ananya stirred, opening her eyes slowly, smiling sleepily at him in his crisp doctor's coat. She sat up, the sheet falling away, exposing her breasts fully. She didn't bother covering them anymore.
Ananya (yawning): "Good morning, dear. You're leaving already?"
Varun: "Yes, duty calls. But first—let me check your back."
He made her turn slightly, pretending to examine it carefully. The skin was now perfectly smooth—no trace of pinkness or burns. It's completely healed, he thought, but excitement overrode honesty. I don't want her wearing clothes yet. This game isn't over. He kept up the act.
Varun (serious tone): "It's better, but still healing. Don't wear clothes today either, okay? Let the skin breathe fully—no risk of irritation."
Ananya (nodding obediently, though a small smile played on her lips): "Okay, doctor saab. Whatever you say."
They shared a quick kiss, and he left for the hospital.
After the door closed, Ananya stretched lazily, fully naked, enjoying the freedom for a moment. She headed to the bathroom for a long, relaxing bath. The warm water cascaded over her body, soothing her skin and stirring memories of yesterday's touches.
As she stepped out and dried herself, she remembered the ointment. Varun said to complete the course... but how do I apply it to my back alone? My hands can't reach properly. She tried in front of the mirror, twisting awkwardly, but only managed a patchy job. Frustration mixed with temptation.
Should I leave it? No, he was clear about finishing the treatment. Then yesterday's realisation returned: This is part of his game—he wants these situations.
And... if I'm honest, the thrill isn't all bad. Internal conflict raged—I'm a good wife; I shouldn't involve others. But Ramesh bhaiya is respectful, helpful. It's just cream on my back, nothing more. Finally, curiosity and obedience won. With hesitant fingers, she dialled Ramesh's number.
Ananya (voice shy, soft): "Hello, Ramesh bhaiya? It's Ananya madam... from the second floor."
Ramesh (surprised but polite): "Yes, madam! Good morning. Everything okay?"
Ananya: "Um, yes... actually, the ointment finished. Could you please get a new tube from the medical shop? Same one as last time."
Ramesh: "Of course, madam. I'll go right now and bring it."
He bought it quickly and reached her apartment in fifteen minutes, knocking gently. Ananya's heart pounded as she wrapped herself in the same thin towel from yesterday—tucking it loosely around her torso. It covered from chest to mid-thigh, but barely. Just for a minute, she told herself, feeling nervous yet strangely excited. She opened the door a crack, peeking out.
Ananya (blushing): "Thank you so much, bhaiya. Come in for a second."
Ramesh stepped inside, handing her the tube, eyes politely lowered. "Here, madam. Anything else?"
He turned to leave, but Ananya hesitated, then spoke.
Ananya (voice trembling slightly): "Wait, bhaiya... actually, I need a small help. My back—Varun said to apply the cream properly, but I can't reach alone. Could you... just put it on my back? It won't take long."
Ramesh froze, face turning red. He adjusted his uniform cap nervously. Apply cream on madam's back? In a towel? This is too much... but sir trusts me, and she's asking politely. He felt shy, hesitant—his body reacting despite himself.
Ramesh (stammering): "Madam, I... are you sure? It's not right—I mean, I can wait outside or..."
Ananya (convincing gently, though her own heart raced): "Please, bhaiya. You're like family—always helping us. It's just medicine. Varun won't mind; he sent you yesterday too. Just my back, nothing else."
After a pause, Ramesh nodded reluctantly. "Okay, madam... if you say so."
She led him to the bedroom, her bare feet soft on the floor, towel clinging damply. In the room, she lay down on her tummy on the bed, positioning carefully. The towel now covered only her ass and lower back—her long fair legs fully exposed, sides of her breasts (soft, curved side boobs) visible as they pressed against the mattress, though nipples remained hidden. Ramesh's eyes widened briefly; he quickly looked away, but felt heat rising. He adjusted his pant discreetly, trying to hide his growing arousal.
Ananya (feeling the cool air on her skin, heart pounding): This is more exposed than yesterday. His eyes on me... why does it make me feel so hot? Like electricity on my skin.
To cool down, she casually lowered the towel a few inches more, supposedly for better access. Now it barely covered her ass crack and pussy—any shift risked full exposure, but still hidden for now.
Ramesh (voice shaky, sitting on the bed edge): "Madam... where exactly?"
Ananya: "All over the back, bhaiya. Start from the top."
He squeezed cream onto his rough palms, hands trembling slightly, and began applying it gently on her upper back. His touch was hesitant at first—calloused fingers gliding over her supple, fair skin.
To Ananya, it felt electric: warm, firm pressure sending shivers down her spine. His hands are so different from Varun's—stronger, rougher. Every stroke... oh god, it's making me wet. This is wrong, but it feels so erotic, so forbidden. Her breathing deepened, nipples hardening against the bedsheet, a warmth pooling between her legs. She bit her lip to stay quiet, body tingling with guilty pleasure.
Ramesh, applying carefully, noticed something odd—no scars, no redness at all. Why cream if there's no burn? Is madam... enjoying this? No, can't be. He stayed silent, shy, finishing quickly but thoroughly, his fingers brushing lower near the towel edge. The room felt charged, both aware of the intimacy.
Finally done, he stood up abruptly.
Ramesh (voice low): "Finished, madam. It... looks completely fine, actually."
Ananya (turning her head, smiling shyly, still on tummy): "Thank you, bhaiya. You're a lifesaver."
He nodded and hurried out. Ananya waited five minutes, body still buzzing with arousal, before getting up. She let the towel fall completely, standing fully naked. She walked to the door, locked it securely, and leaned against it, breathing heavily. What am I becoming? His touch felt too good... I need to process this.
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