Yesterday, 12:20 AM
Ajay and Meera reached the new big city after the long train journey. Ajay had already found a small flat for them on the fourth floor of a four-storey building in a middle-class residential area. It was not posh with big cars and security guards, but it was clean and safe. The flat had two small bedrooms, a living room with a small balcony, a kitchen, and one bathroom. The walls were light yellow and the floor had simple white tiles. From the balcony they could see other similar buildings, a small park, and kids playing in the evening. Meera liked it because it felt like home.
The first few days went in getting familiar with the place and arranging the home. Meera worked from morning till evening. She swept and mopped the floors, arranged all the kitchen things, hung new curtains on the windows, and made the beds with fresh bedsheets. She wore Ajay’s loose white T-shirt and her blue wraparound skirt while doing all this work. During her free time she had reduced the length of her skirts to seduce Ajay , she has folded at the bottom and stitched and there by reducing the length to her knees. The T-shirt was big on her but her full round breasts still made two soft heavy mounds under bra. The skirt was tied low on her waist, showing a little strip of her soft fair belly. Sometimes when she bent down to pick something from the floor, the skirt rode up and her smooth thighs became clearly visible. Ajay was busy with his own things and did not notice much.
Ajay went out every day for the first week. He told Meera he had some important meetings. He left early in the morning on his two-wheeler and came back only in the evening, looking tired and lost in thoughts. Meera cooked his favourite Kerala dishes every day and waited for him with a smile. She tried to talk and make him laugh like before, but Ajay was mostly quiet. He would eat, watch some news on the small TV, and then sit on the balcony staring at nothing. Meera felt very sad seeing him like this. In the old city he was always jovial, teasing her, cracking small jokes, and pulling her close. Now he looked like a completely different man.
One evening, after six days in the new city, Ajay came home and sat on the sofa looking very serious. Meera brought him tea and sat next to him.
“Ajay, you look so tired every day. What is happening?” she asked softly.
Ajay took a deep breath and said, “Meera, I have decided to start a small tourism travel office and internet café near the city centre. I already found a small shop. From tomorrow I will go there every day and run it like a normal businessman.”
Meera’s heart sank. She felt very bad. Her husband was a reputed income tax officer before. People used to respect him and salute him. Now he was going to sit in a small shop selling tour packages like any ordinary man. She knew it was all because of her mausi’s mistake. Tears came in her eyes.
“Ajay… you were such a big officer. Now running a shop… it is all because of me and my family,” she said in a broken voice.
Ajay just nodded and kept quiet. He did not tell her the real reason.
But in his mind everything was clear. His old boss Raghav had contacted him secretly right after the suspension. Raghav had called him one night and said, “Ajay, I know you are angry and hurt. But I need you for a big mission of my career. No one else can do it. Vikram is a very dangerous and powerful man. He runs a huge crime syndicate. He controls big betting on cricket, football and all sports matches. He also does hawala money transfer – sending black money to foreign countries without any trace. He has a 40-acre farmhouse on the outskirts of this new city. That farmhouse is like his kingdom. Every weekend he throws big wild parties there. Film stars, politicians, rich businessmen, even some security officer officers come there. Famous people gather there for drinking, drugs, and secret deals happening in the back rooms. Many celebrities come just to show off their power with Vikram. security officer have tried many times to catch him but failed. Some officers are on his payroll and give him information before any raid. I want you to go inside his circle and collect solid proof – photos, voice recordings, account details, everything. No one in the department should know about this mission. It is only between you and me. You will open the tourism shop as a front so no one suspects you. Shankar is Vikram’s younger brother. He is carefree, loves luxury cars, big parties and showing off. He handles the logistics part of the syndicate. You can try to get close to Shankar’s office staff by offering cheap foreign trips for their company tours. We will meet secretly near your shop. I will come for a smoke near the small tea stall and we will pass hidden pen drives with information. This is very risky, Ajay, but I trust only you. If you succeed, you will return to your old city as a hero and your suspension will be lifted. Think about it.”
Ajay had agreed immediately. He wanted to prove to everyone that he was still the best officer. He wanted to catch Vikram and clear his name. That is why he had chosen this new city. But he could not tell any of this to Meera. She was already feeling too guilty.
That same night after dinner Meera sat together with Ajay to watch a movie “The Wolf of Wall Street”. Ajay was not showing interest he got a phone call went out with his old phone. The movie was bold and full of wild scenes. During dinner they kept watching it. There was one scene where the heroine was very bold and sexy. She teased her husband in a very open way, talking dirty and acting like she was tired of normal things. Meera watched that scene carefully. She felt her cheeks getting hot. She saw Ajay breaking the old phone and throwing it to the dustbin. She was scared to see this actions.
After dinner Meera decided to seduce Ajay like that girl in the movie. She went inside the kitchen and quietly removed her bra. She sprinked some water on tshirt to make it little transparent, it was her improvisation. She patted herself for indigenous idea of wetting her white tshirt thanks to counteless Indian movie scenes. She came out wearing only the loose white T-shirt and her blue wraparound skirt. She had lifted the skirt a little higher on both sides so Ajay could see her smooth fair thighs clearly. But when she came out of the kitchen, Ajay was not in the living room. His phone was lying on the sofa and the screen was still on. She saw a notification coming, somebody reacting to a message which Ajay had sent the message sounded like: “I will end everything…” Meera’s heart started beating very fast. She got scared. “Is Ajay thinking of doing something bad to himself because of all this tension?” she thought. She was too scared to ask him directly. She started looking for him everywhere in the flat.
She remembered the terrace. They lived on the fourth floor and the terrace was common for the building. She quickly went up the stairs. This might be the first time she is stepping out of her home braless, she never did such a heinous thing in her life. She always wore bra under. She ran up the stairs her free boobs were bouncing under her tshirt. There she found Ajay standing alone in the dark, smoking a cigarette. She had never seen him smoking before. The red glow of the cigarette was lighting his tired face.
Meera walked to him slowly. “Ajay… what are you doing here? You never smoke,” she said softly, trying to sound normal.
Ajay just took another puff and looked at the sky. He was not in the mood to talk.
She stepped out into the moonlight. Because she was braless, the cool night breeze caused the fabric to cling to the heavy, braless curves of her boobs, the dark pink circles of her areolas slightly visible through the cotton.
Meera tried small talk. “The new flat is nice na… I arranged everything today. You will feel better once the shop starts. You will be engaged so you will not have any ..” she stopped midway. She moved closer and touched his arm gently. But Ajay gave no reply. His mind was still on Vikram and the mission.
Meera remembered the bold scene from the movie they had just watched. She decided to be like that girl. “Ajay…” she whispered, leaning in until her braless boob brushed against the back of his shoulder. “If you keep ignoring me like this, I’m going to have to be very, very naughty. Just like that girl in the movie.” Ajay still did not react.
"Ajay… look at me," she pleaded softly. "You’re so worried about the new shop, about who will 'support' you in this new life . Well... then I also don't need support ,see I too don't have any support for my boobs" . Ajay replied without looking at her it's a small business Meera I don't think I will be able to keep you happy like before or buy any gifts. Sensing the deep sadness in his voice, she stepped closer. "I don't care about gifts; my happiness is simply living with you. And as for gifts... I’ve already received one." She lifted her skirt above her panty to reveal the silver waist chain shimmering against her skin. It was the one Ajay had bought in a hurry from the jewelry shop, not even realizing at the time that it was meant for the waist.
She smiled playfully. "You said my Mausi would show off her waist chain like this in a market, right? Well, I am from her family, after all." She gave him a naughty wink before letting the hem of her skirt drop. Then, adopting a bold, fake accent, she whispered, "Actually, I’m sick of wearing panties altogether." and standing right there on the terrace under the night sky, she slowly lifted her skirt with both hands. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her black panty and pulled it down her smooth thighs. She stepped out of it completely and held the warm panty in her hand. She folded it neatly and handed it to Ajay.
“Here… keep this with you. Now you will think of me the whole day,” she said in a soft sexy voice, exactly like the movie girl.
Then she turned and walked back towards the terrace door. At the door she stopped, lifted the back of her skirt high with one hand, and showed him her bare round ass for a few seconds. Her smooth fair ass glowed in the moonlight. She gave him a quick naughty smile and went down the stairs.
Ajay watched her. He threw the cigarette away and followed her quickly.
When he reached the flat, the main door was not locked. He opened it and stepped inside. On the living room floor he saw Meera’s blue skirt and white T-shirt lying neatly. He closed the door and locked it.
“Meera…” he called in a low voice.
From the bedroom Meera came out slowly. She was wearing nothing at all. Only her mangalsutra necklace and the thin silver waist chain were on her beautiful naked body. Her big round 34c sized breasts were fully bare, dark pink nipples already hard and pointing. Her shaved pussy was clearly visible between her smooth thighs. The waist chain looked very sexy around her narrow waist. She looked like a dream standing there completely naked in front of him.
Ajay’s eyes became dark with sudden hunger. He walked to her and pulled her close. He kissed her hard on the lips, pushing his tongue deep inside her mouth. Meera moaned softly and pressed her naked body against him. His hands moved all over her bare back, then down to her round ass cheeks. He squeezed them hard, feeling their softness. Then his hands came up and cupped her heavy breasts. He squeezed them, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. Meera gasped with pleasure.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently. He removed his own clothes quickly and came on top of her. His hard thick cock was pressing against her soft thigh. He kissed her neck, then moved down to her breasts. He sucked one nipple hard, biting it lightly while his hand kneaded the other breast. Meera arched her back and moaned loudly, “Ajay… yes… suck them harder… like you used to…”
He moved lower and kissed her soft belly, then her deep navel. He reached her pussy and spread her thighs wide open. He licked her wet pussy lips slowly, his tongue moving up and down. Meera caught his hair and pushed his face deeper. “Ahhh… Ajay… it feels so good… eat me…” Her juices were flowing freely. He sucked her clit and pushed his tongue inside her tight hole. Meera’s legs started shaking.
After a few minutes he came up. He made her sit on the edge of the bed.He took a towel wiped his cock then he stood in front of her and pushed his thick cock into her mouth. Meera sucked him eagerly, her soft lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. She had never done a blowjob before. She felt like Ajay was possessed he never made such wild sex with her he was gentle. Her big breasts jiggled as she moved her head up and down. Ajay held her hair and fucked her mouth gently at first, then a little harder. Meera looked up at him with loving eyes while sucking.
Then he pulled her up and made her bend over the bed. He entered her from behind in one smooth push. Meera cried out in pleasure. He started thrusting hard and fast. Her round ass cheeks slapped against his thighs with every stroke. He spanked her softly, making her fair skin turn pink. “You are so tight and wet for me,” he growled. Meera pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me harder Ajay… I am your slut tonight… use me like the girl in the movie… I am tired of being shy…”
He flipped her on her back and entered her again in missionary position. He lifted her legs high on his shoulders and pounded deep. Her breasts bounced wildly with every thrust. He bent down and sucked her nipples while fucking her hard. Meera was moaning non-stop, her nails digging into his back. “Yes… deeper… I love your cock inside me…”
They changed again. Ajay sat on the chair near the bed and made Meera sit on his cock facing him. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her round ass and bounced her up and down. Her breasts were right in front of his face. He sucked and bit them while she rode him fast. The waist chain was moving sexily on her belly. Meera’s pussy was gripping his cock tightly. She was breathing heavily. “I love you Ajay… I will do anything for you… even walk naked in the market if you want… just be happy like before…”
Ajay stood up with her still on his cock. He carried her to the wall and fucked her standing, her back pressed against the wall. Her legs were wrapped around him. He thrust deep and hard. Meera came first, her whole body shaking. Her pussy squeezed his cock again and again. She cried out loudly in pleasure, “Ajay… I am cumming… ahhhh!”
Ajay was close. He laid her on the bed again and thrust fast. At the last moment he pulled out and came all over her breasts and belly. Thick white ropes of cum landed on her smooth skin, some even reaching her mangalsutra and hard nipples. Meera smiled and rubbed his cum on her breasts with her fingers, licking a little from her finger.
They lay together for a long time, naked and sweaty. Meera rested her head on his chest. Ajay felt relaxed for the first time in many days. He kissed her forehead.
The first few days went in getting familiar with the place and arranging the home. Meera worked from morning till evening. She swept and mopped the floors, arranged all the kitchen things, hung new curtains on the windows, and made the beds with fresh bedsheets. She wore Ajay’s loose white T-shirt and her blue wraparound skirt while doing all this work. During her free time she had reduced the length of her skirts to seduce Ajay , she has folded at the bottom and stitched and there by reducing the length to her knees. The T-shirt was big on her but her full round breasts still made two soft heavy mounds under bra. The skirt was tied low on her waist, showing a little strip of her soft fair belly. Sometimes when she bent down to pick something from the floor, the skirt rode up and her smooth thighs became clearly visible. Ajay was busy with his own things and did not notice much.
Ajay went out every day for the first week. He told Meera he had some important meetings. He left early in the morning on his two-wheeler and came back only in the evening, looking tired and lost in thoughts. Meera cooked his favourite Kerala dishes every day and waited for him with a smile. She tried to talk and make him laugh like before, but Ajay was mostly quiet. He would eat, watch some news on the small TV, and then sit on the balcony staring at nothing. Meera felt very sad seeing him like this. In the old city he was always jovial, teasing her, cracking small jokes, and pulling her close. Now he looked like a completely different man.
One evening, after six days in the new city, Ajay came home and sat on the sofa looking very serious. Meera brought him tea and sat next to him.
“Ajay, you look so tired every day. What is happening?” she asked softly.
Ajay took a deep breath and said, “Meera, I have decided to start a small tourism travel office and internet café near the city centre. I already found a small shop. From tomorrow I will go there every day and run it like a normal businessman.”
Meera’s heart sank. She felt very bad. Her husband was a reputed income tax officer before. People used to respect him and salute him. Now he was going to sit in a small shop selling tour packages like any ordinary man. She knew it was all because of her mausi’s mistake. Tears came in her eyes.
“Ajay… you were such a big officer. Now running a shop… it is all because of me and my family,” she said in a broken voice.
Ajay just nodded and kept quiet. He did not tell her the real reason.
But in his mind everything was clear. His old boss Raghav had contacted him secretly right after the suspension. Raghav had called him one night and said, “Ajay, I know you are angry and hurt. But I need you for a big mission of my career. No one else can do it. Vikram is a very dangerous and powerful man. He runs a huge crime syndicate. He controls big betting on cricket, football and all sports matches. He also does hawala money transfer – sending black money to foreign countries without any trace. He has a 40-acre farmhouse on the outskirts of this new city. That farmhouse is like his kingdom. Every weekend he throws big wild parties there. Film stars, politicians, rich businessmen, even some security officer officers come there. Famous people gather there for drinking, drugs, and secret deals happening in the back rooms. Many celebrities come just to show off their power with Vikram. security officer have tried many times to catch him but failed. Some officers are on his payroll and give him information before any raid. I want you to go inside his circle and collect solid proof – photos, voice recordings, account details, everything. No one in the department should know about this mission. It is only between you and me. You will open the tourism shop as a front so no one suspects you. Shankar is Vikram’s younger brother. He is carefree, loves luxury cars, big parties and showing off. He handles the logistics part of the syndicate. You can try to get close to Shankar’s office staff by offering cheap foreign trips for their company tours. We will meet secretly near your shop. I will come for a smoke near the small tea stall and we will pass hidden pen drives with information. This is very risky, Ajay, but I trust only you. If you succeed, you will return to your old city as a hero and your suspension will be lifted. Think about it.”
Ajay had agreed immediately. He wanted to prove to everyone that he was still the best officer. He wanted to catch Vikram and clear his name. That is why he had chosen this new city. But he could not tell any of this to Meera. She was already feeling too guilty.
That same night after dinner Meera sat together with Ajay to watch a movie “The Wolf of Wall Street”. Ajay was not showing interest he got a phone call went out with his old phone. The movie was bold and full of wild scenes. During dinner they kept watching it. There was one scene where the heroine was very bold and sexy. She teased her husband in a very open way, talking dirty and acting like she was tired of normal things. Meera watched that scene carefully. She felt her cheeks getting hot. She saw Ajay breaking the old phone and throwing it to the dustbin. She was scared to see this actions.
After dinner Meera decided to seduce Ajay like that girl in the movie. She went inside the kitchen and quietly removed her bra. She sprinked some water on tshirt to make it little transparent, it was her improvisation. She patted herself for indigenous idea of wetting her white tshirt thanks to counteless Indian movie scenes. She came out wearing only the loose white T-shirt and her blue wraparound skirt. She had lifted the skirt a little higher on both sides so Ajay could see her smooth fair thighs clearly. But when she came out of the kitchen, Ajay was not in the living room. His phone was lying on the sofa and the screen was still on. She saw a notification coming, somebody reacting to a message which Ajay had sent the message sounded like: “I will end everything…” Meera’s heart started beating very fast. She got scared. “Is Ajay thinking of doing something bad to himself because of all this tension?” she thought. She was too scared to ask him directly. She started looking for him everywhere in the flat.
She remembered the terrace. They lived on the fourth floor and the terrace was common for the building. She quickly went up the stairs. This might be the first time she is stepping out of her home braless, she never did such a heinous thing in her life. She always wore bra under. She ran up the stairs her free boobs were bouncing under her tshirt. There she found Ajay standing alone in the dark, smoking a cigarette. She had never seen him smoking before. The red glow of the cigarette was lighting his tired face.
Meera walked to him slowly. “Ajay… what are you doing here? You never smoke,” she said softly, trying to sound normal.
Ajay just took another puff and looked at the sky. He was not in the mood to talk.
She stepped out into the moonlight. Because she was braless, the cool night breeze caused the fabric to cling to the heavy, braless curves of her boobs, the dark pink circles of her areolas slightly visible through the cotton.
Meera tried small talk. “The new flat is nice na… I arranged everything today. You will feel better once the shop starts. You will be engaged so you will not have any ..” she stopped midway. She moved closer and touched his arm gently. But Ajay gave no reply. His mind was still on Vikram and the mission.
Meera remembered the bold scene from the movie they had just watched. She decided to be like that girl. “Ajay…” she whispered, leaning in until her braless boob brushed against the back of his shoulder. “If you keep ignoring me like this, I’m going to have to be very, very naughty. Just like that girl in the movie.” Ajay still did not react.
"Ajay… look at me," she pleaded softly. "You’re so worried about the new shop, about who will 'support' you in this new life . Well... then I also don't need support ,see I too don't have any support for my boobs" . Ajay replied without looking at her it's a small business Meera I don't think I will be able to keep you happy like before or buy any gifts. Sensing the deep sadness in his voice, she stepped closer. "I don't care about gifts; my happiness is simply living with you. And as for gifts... I’ve already received one." She lifted her skirt above her panty to reveal the silver waist chain shimmering against her skin. It was the one Ajay had bought in a hurry from the jewelry shop, not even realizing at the time that it was meant for the waist.
She smiled playfully. "You said my Mausi would show off her waist chain like this in a market, right? Well, I am from her family, after all." She gave him a naughty wink before letting the hem of her skirt drop. Then, adopting a bold, fake accent, she whispered, "Actually, I’m sick of wearing panties altogether." and standing right there on the terrace under the night sky, she slowly lifted her skirt with both hands. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her black panty and pulled it down her smooth thighs. She stepped out of it completely and held the warm panty in her hand. She folded it neatly and handed it to Ajay.
“Here… keep this with you. Now you will think of me the whole day,” she said in a soft sexy voice, exactly like the movie girl.
Then she turned and walked back towards the terrace door. At the door she stopped, lifted the back of her skirt high with one hand, and showed him her bare round ass for a few seconds. Her smooth fair ass glowed in the moonlight. She gave him a quick naughty smile and went down the stairs.
Ajay watched her. He threw the cigarette away and followed her quickly.
When he reached the flat, the main door was not locked. He opened it and stepped inside. On the living room floor he saw Meera’s blue skirt and white T-shirt lying neatly. He closed the door and locked it.
“Meera…” he called in a low voice.
From the bedroom Meera came out slowly. She was wearing nothing at all. Only her mangalsutra necklace and the thin silver waist chain were on her beautiful naked body. Her big round 34c sized breasts were fully bare, dark pink nipples already hard and pointing. Her shaved pussy was clearly visible between her smooth thighs. The waist chain looked very sexy around her narrow waist. She looked like a dream standing there completely naked in front of him.
Ajay’s eyes became dark with sudden hunger. He walked to her and pulled her close. He kissed her hard on the lips, pushing his tongue deep inside her mouth. Meera moaned softly and pressed her naked body against him. His hands moved all over her bare back, then down to her round ass cheeks. He squeezed them hard, feeling their softness. Then his hands came up and cupped her heavy breasts. He squeezed them, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. Meera gasped with pleasure.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently. He removed his own clothes quickly and came on top of her. His hard thick cock was pressing against her soft thigh. He kissed her neck, then moved down to her breasts. He sucked one nipple hard, biting it lightly while his hand kneaded the other breast. Meera arched her back and moaned loudly, “Ajay… yes… suck them harder… like you used to…”
He moved lower and kissed her soft belly, then her deep navel. He reached her pussy and spread her thighs wide open. He licked her wet pussy lips slowly, his tongue moving up and down. Meera caught his hair and pushed his face deeper. “Ahhh… Ajay… it feels so good… eat me…” Her juices were flowing freely. He sucked her clit and pushed his tongue inside her tight hole. Meera’s legs started shaking.
After a few minutes he came up. He made her sit on the edge of the bed.He took a towel wiped his cock then he stood in front of her and pushed his thick cock into her mouth. Meera sucked him eagerly, her soft lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. She had never done a blowjob before. She felt like Ajay was possessed he never made such wild sex with her he was gentle. Her big breasts jiggled as she moved her head up and down. Ajay held her hair and fucked her mouth gently at first, then a little harder. Meera looked up at him with loving eyes while sucking.
Then he pulled her up and made her bend over the bed. He entered her from behind in one smooth push. Meera cried out in pleasure. He started thrusting hard and fast. Her round ass cheeks slapped against his thighs with every stroke. He spanked her softly, making her fair skin turn pink. “You are so tight and wet for me,” he growled. Meera pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me harder Ajay… I am your slut tonight… use me like the girl in the movie… I am tired of being shy…”
He flipped her on her back and entered her again in missionary position. He lifted her legs high on his shoulders and pounded deep. Her breasts bounced wildly with every thrust. He bent down and sucked her nipples while fucking her hard. Meera was moaning non-stop, her nails digging into his back. “Yes… deeper… I love your cock inside me…”
They changed again. Ajay sat on the chair near the bed and made Meera sit on his cock facing him. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her round ass and bounced her up and down. Her breasts were right in front of his face. He sucked and bit them while she rode him fast. The waist chain was moving sexily on her belly. Meera’s pussy was gripping his cock tightly. She was breathing heavily. “I love you Ajay… I will do anything for you… even walk naked in the market if you want… just be happy like before…”
Ajay stood up with her still on his cock. He carried her to the wall and fucked her standing, her back pressed against the wall. Her legs were wrapped around him. He thrust deep and hard. Meera came first, her whole body shaking. Her pussy squeezed his cock again and again. She cried out loudly in pleasure, “Ajay… I am cumming… ahhhh!”
Ajay was close. He laid her on the bed again and thrust fast. At the last moment he pulled out and came all over her breasts and belly. Thick white ropes of cum landed on her smooth skin, some even reaching her mangalsutra and hard nipples. Meera smiled and rubbed his cum on her breasts with her fingers, licking a little from her finger.
They lay together for a long time, naked and sweaty. Meera rested her head on his chest. Ajay felt relaxed for the first time in many days. He kissed her forehead.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)