Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

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Back at their small flat, Ajay sat alone in the dimly lit living room, his laptop glowing on the table in front of him.
He had been monitoring Shankar’s machine through the spyware for the past hour. New files were syncing to the cloud storage in real time from mobile. Ajay clicked on the latest folder that had just appeared.
The first photo loaded.
It was a picture of Meera and Shankar standing at the grand entrance of Vikram’s farmhouse. Meera looked stunning in the indigo blue tube dress. The strapless neckline plunged daringly, showcasing a generous amount of her soft, fair cleavage. The dress hugged her body tightly, accentuating the full swell of her boobs, her narrow waist, and the curve of her hips. The thigh-high slit revealed a long stretch of her smooth leg. She looked elegant, sensual, and completely out of character from the shy wife Ajay had known.
Ajay’s cock twitched hard in his pants.
He had always secretly wanted Meera to wear more modern, revealing clothes, but she had always been too shy. Now here she was — dressed like this, standing beside Shankar at Vikram’s infamous party.
The next photo showed them holding drinks, smiling at the camera. Meera’s cleavage was even more pronounced as she leaned slightly forward. The blue lace edge of her strapless bra was just visible at the top of the neckline.
Ajay’s breathing grew heavier. His hand unconsciously moved to his crotch, palming his growing erection through his pants. He forgot about investigation.
Then came a photo taken from behind as Meera walked ahead. The dress clung to her round ass, the fabric stretching over her curves. Ajay could clearly see the faint outline of her ass cheeks through the thin material.
His cock was now fully hard.
The next image made his heart skip.
It was Prem — the Bollywood actor Meera used to have a massive crush on. Ajay knew all about those old fantasies she had confessed to him during their early marriage. Prem was standing with a beautiful young model, hugging her from behind. The model was wearing a short maroon tube dress, similar to Meera’s.
Then the photos became even more explicit.
The next image showed the model topless. Prem had pulled her dress down below her boobs. Her firm, perky tits with pink nipples were fully exposed as she smiled at the camera. Prem’s hand was cupping one of her boobs possessively.
Ajay’s mouth went dry.
The following photo hit him like a punch.
It was the exact moment Prem had yanked Meera’s dress down.
Meera was captured mid-shriek, her eyes wide with shock. Her indigo blue tube dress had been pulled down to her waist, revealing her blue strapless lace bra. Her boobs were pushed up high, the deep cleavage dramatically accentuated. The bra barely contained her heavy mounds, the lace edges digging into her soft flesh.
The next photo showed her standing there, still in shock, hands flying up to cover her chest, but not fast enough. The blue bra was clearly visible, her boobs spilling slightly over the cups.
Ajay’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants. He freed it quickly, wrapping his hand around the thick shaft and stroking slowly as he stared at the images of his wife being exposed in public.
He zoomed in on the photo where Meera’s dress had slipped. The way her boobs looked in that blue bra — full, round, slightly spilling — made him incredibly hard. He remembered how she had looked last night when she stripped for him, how she had offered to pose topless.
Now other men were seeing her like this.
Ajay stroked himself faster, his breath coming in short gasps.
He clicked through the photos again and again — Meera’s shocked face, her boobs in the bra, the way the dress had bunched around her waist, the smooth skin of her belly and hips.
His mind filled with dirty thoughts.
He clicked the refreshe button to see if there is any further pic. He secretly wished if he finds next level of pics. He imagined whether Prem had pulled the dress down further.
His hand moved faster on his cock.
Meanwhile, at the party, Meera had no idea that her husband was at home, furiously masturbating to the photos of her exposure.