Misc. Erotica DIARY OF AN INDIAN EXHIBITIONIST WIFE

[Cucumber]

Late in the evening, Varun returned home, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. It had been an exceptionally busy day at the hospital—one failed surgery weighing heavily on his mind, a patient's life lost despite his best efforts. He pushed open the door, dropped his bag carelessly, and crashed onto the sofa in the drawing room, loosening his tie with a deep sigh. 
His naked wife, Ananya, who had been waiting for him, noticed his tired, sad expression immediately. She felt a surge of concern and love—My poor husband, he carries so much. I want to make him happy, ease his pain. Still completely nude as per his "instructions," she walked over gracefully, her fair skin glowing under the soft lights, and sat beside him, placing a gentle hand on his thigh.

Ananya (softly, stroking his arm): "Baby, what happened? Why do you look so sad?"

Varun (rubbing his forehead, voice heavy): "Rough day, Anu. Too many cases... and one surgery went wrong. We lost the patient. I tried everything, but..."

Ananya's heart ached for him. She leaned closer, her bare breasts brushing his arm unintentionally, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting hug.

Ananya (kissing his cheek tenderly): "I'm so sorry, dear. You're an amazing doctor—you save so many lives. This isn't your fault. Let me cheer you up, baby. I'll make your favorite tea, give you a massage..."

Varun (shaking his head weakly, not in the mood): "Not now, Anu. I'm just too drained."

Ananya paused, feeling a mix of disappointment and understanding. Then a playful thought crossed her mind—He always perks up when I talk about these "accidents." Maybe this will distract him, make him feel better. She pulled back slightly, a subtle smile on her lips.

Ananya (teasing lightly): "Okay, baby... I was about to tell you about today's visit from Ramesh bhaiya. But if you don't want to hear, it's fine."

Varun's eyes snapped open, fatigue momentarily forgotten. He sat up straighter, fully focused now, eagerness flickering in his gaze despite his tiredness.

Varun (quickly): "No, no—tell me! What happened? Everything, in detail."

Ananya saw his sudden interest, feeling a thrill of power—He really loves this. It turns him on. And... telling him makes me feel hot too. She shifted closer, her naked body pressing against him, and began recounting the events in an erotic, breathy tone, lingering on the sensual details.

Ananya: "Well... I called him because the cream finished, and I couldn't reach my back. He brought a new tube. I was in that thin towel, you know—the one that barely covers anything. I convinced him to help apply it. Took him to the bedroom, lay on my tummy on the bed. The towel only covered my ass... my legs were completely bare, and from the sides, he could see my side boobs pressing into the mattress."

Varun's breathing quickened, his tiredness fading as arousal built. She's describing it so vividly... like she's enjoying reliving it.

Varun (voice husky, eyes intense): "Show me. Show me exactly where he touched you."
Ananya stood up slowly, fully naked, turning her back to him. She traced her fingers over her smooth skin sensually.

Ananya: "Here... from my shoulders all the way down my back. His fingers brushed so close to the towel edge."

Varun reached out, touching the same spots, surprised at how low she indicated.

Varun: "Wait... that close to your ass? Ramesh bhaiya touched your ass?"

Ananya (turning to face him, shaking her head innocently): "No, baby—he didn't. He only applied where the 'burns' were. He was very respectful, stopped at the towel."

Varun saw an opportunity, his plan forming instantly—This will push her further tomorrow. He instigated gently, feigning concern.

Varun (serious tone): "But Anu... your lower back and ass area had spills too, remember? The hot curry dripped there. If cream isn't applied properly on those parts, it might leave permanent scars. We have to complete the full course—no skipping."

Ananya's eyes widened in alarm. Permanent scars? On my ass? No, I can't let that happen. She felt scared, gullible in her trust for his medical knowledge.

Ananya: "Really? Oh god... you're right. We need to apply more thoroughly."

Varun (nodding solemnly): "Yes, baby. Tomorrow, make sure it's done properly."

Inside, Ananya's mind raced with forbidden thoughts—Ramesh bhaiya's rough hands on my naked ass... groping, massaging the cream in deeply. A wave of heat flushed her body, but guilt followed. No! I'm a dutiful wife. I love Varun—I can't let that happen. It's too much. She resolved firmly: Tomorrow, I'll wake up early, take a bath, and ask Varun to apply it before he leaves. That way, I stay modest, no involving Ramesh again.

They cuddled on the sofa for a while, then had a quiet dinner and drifted to sleep in each other's arms, the unspoken tension lingering.

The next morning, both woke up early—Ananya deliberately setting an alarm to ensure she was up before him. Varun was a little surprised to see her awake so soon, stirring beside him naked and fresh-faced.

Varun (smiling, stretching): "Good morning, early bird. What's this—you beating me out of bed?"

Ananya (cheerful, hiding her plan): "Just wanted to start the day with you, baby."
He took a quick shower and got ready for work, dressing sharply. Ananya showered too, her body glistening as she emerged naked, towel-drying her hair. As Varun picked up his bag and headed toward the door, she called out sweetly.

Ananya: "Wait, dear—before you go, can you apply the cream? On my full back... properly, like you said?"

Varun immediately understood—She's trying to avoid Ramesh, saving her modesty. Smart, but... I want to see how far this goes. He was clever too. He set his bag down, took the tube, and made her lie on the bed on her tummy. He squeezed cream onto his palm, acting like he was starting—rubbing a little on her upper back.

Varun (casual): "Okay, turn over—wait, no, stay like this."

Suddenly, his phone buzzed—he pretended to answer an "emergency" call, though it was just a reminder he ignored.

Varun (acting urgent, standing up abruptly): "Shit—emergency case just came in. Critical patient. I have to rush!"

Ananya (panicking, sitting up naked, trying to stop him): "Wait, baby! The cream—you didn't finish! Please, just five minutes!"

Varun (already at the door, feigning haste): "No time, Anu—lives are at stake. Don't worry, I'll send Ramesh bhaiya immediately. He'll apply it properly. Complete the course!"
Before she could protest further, he blew a kiss and hurried out, closing the door behind him. Ananya sat on the bed, naked and stunned, a little panic rising in her chest. Oh no... Ramesh again? On my ass this time? What do I do now?