Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

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The conference room had emptied. Only Shankar and Meera remained.
Shankar was still visibly thrilled. The deal with the Malaysian group was massive — it would open doors for the entire ANAAVARAN brand and bring significant revenue and connections to Vikram’s network. It was network that Vikram cared about.
He turned to Meera, his eyes shining with excitement.
“Meera, we did it! Thanks to you. Now… will you come to the party tonight at Vikram’s farmhouse? We need to celebrate. But you cannot go in just a kurti and leggings. You need to look very modern, very elegant. We should buy you a proper party dress.”
Meera hesitated.
She was still riding the high of saving the presentation, but reality was crashing back in. If she went to the party, she would reach home very late. What would she tell Ajay? How would she explain it?
Her mind raced. She needed to talk to her husband first.
“I… I need to call my husband and inform him,” she said softly.
Shankar nodded understandingly. “Of course. Take your time.”
Meera stepped away to a quiet corner of the room and dialed Ajay.
Ajay picked up on the second ring. He sounded surprisingly cheerful.
“Meera! Congratulations on signing the deal! I’m really proud of you.”
Meera could hear genuine happiness in his voice. She had no idea that Ajay had already jerked off twice while watching the CCTV feed of her striptease and was now deep into the files he had downloaded from Shankar’s machine.
She smiled, feeling a little warmth.
“Thank you… but there’s something else. Vikram has invited us — me and Shankar sir — to a party at his farmhouse tonight. It’s a celebration for the deal. I might come home very late.”
There was a brief pause on the other end.
Ajay’s mind exploded with shock and excitement. His wife was now in touching distance of Vikram himself — the man he had been trying to trap for months.
“Vikram called you to the farmhouse?” he asked, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the intensity in his voice.
Meera was surprised. “How do you know about the farmhouse?”
Ajay recovered quickly. “I… I must have heard the name somewhere. Anyway, no problem. Go and enjoy. You deserve it after today’s success. Do you want me to pick you up later?”
“No, no need,” Meera replied. “Shankar sir said he will drop me back.”
Ajay’s voice remained steady. “Alright. Have fun. Be safe.”
Meera ended the call, stunned. She couldn’t believe how quickly and easily Ajay had agreed. Usually he was protective. Today he sounded almost… eager.
Shankar walked up to her with a bright smile.
“So? Everything okay at home?”
Meera nodded slowly. “Yes… he said it’s fine.”
“Perfect!” Shankar clapped his hands. “Then let’s go shopping. You need a proper party dress. You can’t go to Vikram’s farmhouse looking like this.”
He called his driver and took Meera straight to a high-end luxury mall. They entered an exclusive designer store that sold only ultra-modern, expensive evening wear.
Meera felt completely out of place. The dresses on display were bold — short, backless, deep-necked, body-hugging. Nothing like the modest kurtis she usually wore.
She nervously picked a few modest options — long gowns with sleeves and high necklines.
Shankar shook his head with a gentle laugh.
“No, Meera. Not these. Today you need to look like a star. Try something bolder.”
He personally selected a stunning indigo blue tube dress. It was extremely elegant yet daring — strapless, form-fitting, with a sweetheart neckline that would showcase cleavage, and a thigh-high slit on one side.
Meera’s eyes widened when she saw it.
“Sir… this is too much. I have never worn anything like this.”
Shankar smiled reassuringly.
“Trust me. You will look breathtaking in it. Go try it on.”
Meera took the dress into the changing room with trembling hands. She removed her green kurti and leggings, standing in just her blue bra and pink panty. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling nervous.
She removed her bra as well (since the tube dress was strapless) and slipped the indigo blue dress over her head.
The fabric hugged her body like a second skin. The sweetheart neckline plunged deeply, pushing her full boobs together and creating dramatic cleavage. The dress ended mid-thigh, with a seductive slit that revealed her smooth leg with every movement. It accentuated her narrow waist and wide hips perfectly.
When she stepped out of the changing room, Shankar’s eyes lit up.
“Meera… you look stunning. Absolutely perfect.”
Meera blushed deeply, feeling both shy and strangely empowered.
Shankar paid for the dress without hesitation and handed her the bag.
“Tonight, you will shine at Vikram’s party. Get ready. I’ll pick you up from your home at 8:30 PM.”
Meera nodded, her mind swirling with a thousand thoughts — the daring dress, the party at Vikram’s infamous farmhouse, Ajay’s unusually quick approval, and the dangerous game she was now part of.
She had no idea that her husband is watching her every move with very different intentions.


Meera stood in front of the mirror in the luxurious changing room, staring at her reflection in the indigo blue tube dress. The fabric was incredibly soft and expensive, hugging her body like it was made for her.
She turned slightly and hesitated.
“Sir… there is a problem,” she said, stepping out of the changing room and looking at Shankar with an embarrassed expression. “I cannot wear my regular bra with this dress. It has straps, and the dress is strapless. We also don’t have any strapless bra in our collection right now.”
Shankar looked at her for a moment, then gave a casual shrug and a small smile.
“Screw it, Meera. If we stop making bras, will you walk around braless every day? Today you can wear any bra you want. Don’t worry about it.”
Meera felt her cheeks heat up. She lowered her voice, feeling awkward.
“Sir… this dress is very expensive. I cannot afford it with even three months of my salary. I don’t know if I should—”
Shankar raised his hand, cutting her off gently but firmly.
“Don’t worry about the cost. This is on me. Consider it a gift for saving the presentation today. You earned it.”
He turned to the salesgirl who was standing nearby, watching them with interest.
“Help her with everything she needs. And one more thing — her panty lines are visible under this dress. Convince her to wear a thong instead. It will look much cleaner.”
The salesgirl smiled knowingly and nodded.
“Sure sir. You both look really hot together, by the way.”
Shankar didn’t bother correcting her. He simply smiled and sat down on the plush sofa outside the changing area, waiting.
The salesgirl walked into the changing room with Meera.
“Ma’am, the dress looks stunning on you,” she said warmly. “But yes, the panty lines are showing a bit. For a tube dress like this, a thong is the best choice. It will give you a smooth silhouette.”
Meera felt extremely shy. She had never worn a thong in her life. But today felt different. The success of the presentation, the adrenaline, and the way Shankar was treating her like someone special made her feel bold for once.
“Okay…” she said hesitantly. “I’ll try it.”
The salesgirl helped her remove the dress carefully. Meera stood in just her blue bra and pink panty. The girl brought a strapless black bra that matched the dress perfectly and helped Meera put it on. It lifted her boobs beautifully, creating deep, elegant cleavage while staying invisible under the tube neckline.
Then the salesgirl handed her a tiny black lace thong.
“This will solve the panty line issue completely,” she said with a smile.
Meera took a deep breath and changed into the thong. The thin string disappeared between her round ass cheeks, leaving her buttocks almost fully exposed. The front was a small triangle of lace that barely covered her smooth, shaved pussy.
When she put the indigo blue tube dress back on, the transformation was striking.
The dress clung to her body like a second skin. The strapless design showcased her shoulders and collarbone beautifully. The sweetheart neckline plunged just enough to display a generous amount of cleavage, making her boobs look fuller and more alluring. The fabric hugged her narrow waist and flared slightly over her wide hips. The thigh-high slit on the left side revealed her smooth, fair leg with every movement, giving the dress a seductive yet elegant touch.
Meera turned slowly in front of the mirror. The dress made her look like a completely different woman — confident, sensual, and modern. The indigo blue color complemented her wheatish skin tone perfectly, making her glow.
She stepped out of the changing room.
Shankar’s eyes lit up the moment he saw her. He stood up, clearly impressed.
“Meera… you look breathtaking,” he said, his voice sincere. “This dress was made for you.”
He gave her a thumbs-up and a warm smile.
Meera blushed deeply, feeling both shy and flattered. She had never worn anything this bold or expensive in her life.
Shankar paid for the dress without hesitation and handed her the bag with her old clothes and innerwears.