Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

Meera stood topless in front of Ajay, her heavy, beautiful boobs fully exposed in the living room light. Her dark pink nipples were stiff from the cool air and the thrill of the moment. She felt bold, free, and strangely empowered.
But then she noticed where Ajay’s eyes had gone.
The laptop screen was still on. The photo of her standing beside the topless model Riya was clearly visible. Riya’s firm, perky boobs with pink nipples were on full display right next to Meera’s fully clothed figure in the picture.
Meera’s heart skipped. She quickly tried to explain.
“Ajay… that’s our model, Riya. It was after the photoshoot. Shankar sir asked me to join for a group photo. It was just for fun.”
Ajay remained surprisingly calm. He leaned back on the sofa, his eyes moving between the screen and his wife’s naked boobs.
“So… your products are invisible bras? Is that what she was posing with?” he asked, his tone casual but with a hint of teasing.
Meera shook her head, her bare boobs jiggling slightly with the movement.
“No… she was posing for a panty advertisement. The cameraman asked her to remove the bra for that particular shot to get the right look.”
Ajay’s lips curved into a slow smile.
“Oh… I wish I was the cameraman.”
Meera felt a rush of heat. She replied playfully, but with a hint of nervousness.
“You too?”
Ajay raised an eyebrow.
“‘Too’? Meaning what? Who else?”
Meera ignored the question, not wanting to bring up Chotu’s earlier comments. Instead, she asked boldly, her voice soft and sensual:
“Tell me honestly… who looks better topless? Me or her?”

Ajay’s gaze lingered on his wife’s bare boobs.“You have much better boobs, my dear,” he said, his thumb circling her hard nipple. “They are fuller, softer, and more natural. If they saw you naked, they would make you the main model, not her.”
Meera’s breath hitched. She felt her pussy throb at his words and touch.
“They already asked me,” she whispered.
Ajay’s hand froze on her boob. His tone changed slightly — sharper, more alert.
“Shankar asked you to be a bra model?”
Meera quickly clarified, her voice shaky but honest.
“Not sir… it was Rekha madam, the brand manager. She thought I was a model at first. Later she said if I was interested, she could give me some work.”
Ajay’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t let go of her boob. He continued squeezing it gently, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
“I told you na… you have better shape than her,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Your boobs are perfect. So round… so heavy… so suckable.”
Meera moaned softly at his dirty compliment. She was getting wetter by the second.
The tea was ready. She turned to go to the kitchen, still completely topless. Her bare boobs swayed and bounced with every step. Ajay watched her walk away, admiring the way her ass moved inside the skirt and how her boobs jiggled freely.
When she returned with the tea, still topless.




Meera came back from the kitchen still completely topless. She had removed her leggings in kitchen to seduce Ajay, so she was now wearing only the new black panty. The delicate lace sat low on her hips, barely covering her smooth, shaved pussy. Her heavy boobs swayed freely with every step, dark nipples stiff and prominent.
Ajay’s eyes drank in the sight of his wife walking towards him almost naked.
She placed the tea cup on the table and bent down to set it properly. As she bent, her full, round boobs hung down heavily, swinging like two ripe mangoes. The soft undersides and dark pink areolas were clearly visible. Ajay could not control himself. He reached out and grabbed one boob firmly in his hand.
His fingers sank into the soft, warm flesh. He squeezed gently, then ran his palm over the entire curve, feeling every inch — the weight, the smoothness, the slight bounce. His thumb brushed over her hard nipple, circling it slowly.
Meera moaned softly at his touch.
But then Ajay’s fingers stopped at a faint red mark on the upper curve of her left boob.
“What happened here?” he asked, his voice suddenly sharper.
Meera looked down at the small red imprint.
“Oh… that’s because of the pendrive,” she said casually.
Ajay’s hand froze on her boob.
“Pendrive?”
Meera nodded, still enjoying his touch on her bare skin.
“When did you start putting pendrives inside your bra?” he asked, his tone soft.
“Yes. Shankar sir gave me his pendrive today. It has all the important project files and the presentation for ANAAVARAN. He asked me to keep it safe and make a backup at home. I didn’t have any pocket, so I just kept it inside my bra. It must have pressed against my skin the whole day.”
Ajay’s expression changed instantly. His hand was still cupping her naked boob, but his mind had shifted completely.

Meera tried to explain quickly, not wanting him to misunderstand.
“He didn’t ask me to put it inside my bra. He just said keep it safe. I thought keeping it in my bra would be the most secure place. Nobody has access there. I turned the other way when I put it in, so Shankar sir doesn’t even know I kept it there.”
She was speaking fast, trying to reassure him.
“Shankar is not even aware I kept it in my bra. I just wanted to keep the files safe…”
But Ajay was no longer listening to her explanations.
His eyes had grown bigger. His grip on her boob tightened unconsciously.
“Is this Shankar’s pendrive?” he asked, his voice low and intense.
Meera nodded, still trying to explain.
“Yes… it has the complete project plans and the investor presentation. I made a copy on my laptop too he wanted it be secure.. he is bit paranoid these days…”

She was standing almost naked in front of her husband — wearing only a tiny black lace panty, her boobs bare and being fondled — yet Ajay seemed far more excited about the pendrive than about her body.
A strange thought crossed her mind:
“His eyes became bigger when he heard about the pendrive than when he saw me topless… and his boner feels even harder now.”
She wondered silently — was her husband more interested in a pendrive than hot body?, men are strange.
Ajay pulled her closer, but his next question was not about her body.
“Where is the pendrive now?” he asked, his voice urgent.
Meera pointed towards the bedroom.
“On the table… connected to the laptop.”
Ajay’s hand finally left her boob. He stood up quickly, his erection clearly visible through his pants.
Meera stood there, half-naked and confused.