[shaalu_re]

The next morning after the tense terrace incident, Ajay left home early morning as he doensot want to face her returned home night. He wanted to take off from home  , seeing how hardly she is avoiding him. On the way he has seen the hording in different other places also. When he reached back home 1 large, elegant package was waiting at the door, addressed to Meera from ANAAVARAN.


Curiosity got the better of him. He carried it inside and opened it on the dining table.
Inside were multiple premium packaging boxes for the new bra and panty collection. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the cover images.
Every single box featured high-quality, sensual photographs and he realised it is his wife who is on the covers of the boxes.

On the front of one box, Meera was standing sideways in a delicate black lace bra and matching white panty. The bra was pushing her full, heavy breasts upward, creating an obscene amount of deep, soft cleavage. The white panty was pulled tight, giving a clear glimpse of her smooth pussy mound and the outline of her lips. Her round, juicy ass was prominently displayed from the side, the fabric hugging every curve. Her face was slightly turned away, but Ajay recognized every inch of her body — the smooth fair skin, the narrow waist, the wide hips, the exact shape of her breasts and ass that he knew so intimately.

Another box showed her from the front, bending slightly forward. She was wearing a red sheer bra. Her dark nipples were faintly visible through the translucent fabric, stiff and prominent. The matching red panty was wedged slightly between her pussy lips, creating a seductive cameltoe.

There were more boxes — different angles, different colors, different poses. In one she was on all fours, ass pushed back. In another she was lying on her back with legs slightly parted. Every image was professional, artistic, and extremely erotic.


Ajay’s cock hardened instantly, throbbing in his pants, realising this boxes will be displayed in every textile shops. At the same time, white-hot anger surged through him.
“Meera!” he called out, his voice shaking with a mixture of lust and rage.
Meera walked out of the bedroom wearing a simple white kurti. She saw the open boxes and the expression on Ajay’s face. She didn’t look surprised.
“Are you angry,” she said calmly. “But I want to know if you are really angry… or just horny.”


Ajay stared at her, breathing heavily.
Meera stepped closer, her voice low and commanding.
“Remove your chaddi. Sit completely naked in front of me. Only then will I tell you what happened during the photoshoot. I want to see whether you are truly angry… or whether your cock is betraying you.”

Ajay hesitated for only a second. The mix of emotions was too strong. He pulled off his shirt, then dropped his pants and underwear. His cock sprang out, fully erect, thick and throbbing, the head already glistening with precum.

“Good boy. Now You want to know what happened at the photoshoot?” she asked, her voice calm but laced with venom. “Fine. I’ll tell you everything. Every single detail. I want you to feel exactly what I felt because of you.”

Ajay sat naked on the sofa as she had ordered, his cock already half-hard again, betraying him.
Meera began, her tone measured and sensual, deliberately painting vivid pictures to torment him.
“After I removed my panty in the office and showed it to you on camera, Shankar sir called me to accompany him to meet the agency. The agency models were not working out, and they needed fresh images immediately. He asked me to come with him right away, there are decision to make. I agreed.”
She leaned forward slightly, letting her breasts press against the frock fabric, nipples faintly visible.

“I went with him in his car. I was wearing  cream frock that day… with only a bra underneath. No panty. The entire ride, I kept thinking about how the cool AC air was touching my bare pussy. I was wondered if Shankar would notice I was sitting pantyless next to him.”


Ajay’s cock twitched visibly.
Meera continued with a small, cruel smile.
“When we reached the studio, it was a big open floor with highly reflective, glass-like flooring. The moment I stepped in, I became very conscious. Every step I took, I worried that the reflection from below would clearly show I wasn’t wearing any panty. I tried to walk carefully, keeping my thighs pressed together, but I could feel the cool air constantly kissing my shaved pussy.”

She described the scene in rich detail:
“Inside, there were already a few models standing in their innerwear — different sizes, different bodies. Some had big breasts spilling out of push-up bras, some had smaller, perky ones. They were posing in front of large mirrors, adjusting their thongs and bras. The atmosphere was tense. The photographer was shouting at his assistant, clearly unhappy with the results.”


Meera’s voice became lower, more intimate.
“Shankar sir took me to the crew area. The photographer looked frustrated. He said, ‘Why can’t we use Riya? She was perfect. Shankar why you are changing everything at the last moment. You are taking way too much freedom of our friendship. I really have no time to redo another photoshoot. We spent a lot of time to identify Riya and do all the shoots over 2 weeks. Now you want to replace the masterpieces in a day. Where do I go for models and sets. I am supposed to be flight to Milan tonight’ Shankar replied that there were some political reasons and they couldn’t use her anymore. The photographer got angry and said, ‘Without a proper fashion model, how do you expect me to deliver the kind of sensual yet classy images you want?’”

“Then the photographer turned and looked straight at me. He pointed and said, ‘What about this girl? She has a beautiful face and an even better body. Perfect proportions.’ Shankar immediately said, ‘No, she is not a model. She is my assistant more over She is married.’ The photographer laughed and replied, ‘Oh, she looks really good. Sad she is married. She would have made a model. sad she is married now we need to ask her husband’s permission now.’”

Meera’s eyes flashed with remembered anger.
“That comment made me furious. I felt reduced to just a body that needed permission from a man. I looked at the photographer and said clearly, ‘No. I can make my own decisions. I don’t need anyone to dictate decisions for me.’ Then I asked him, ‘What should I do?’”
I said that so loudly.

“Everyone in the studio turned to look at me. The light boys, the makeup artist, the creative director — all eyes were on me. I could feel their gazes moving over my body”

Ajay was breathing heavily now, his hand unconsciously stroking his hard cock as he listened to his wife describe how vulnerable she had made herself — all because of the situation he had put her in.

“I agreed to pose for the photoshoot,” she continued, her voice low and sensual, deliberately dragging out every detail to torment him. “But I told them I didn’t want too many people watching. Shankar sir cleared the floor. He asked all the other models and extra staff to leave. In the end, only five people remained on the set — Shankar sir, the photographer, the makeup boy, the costumer, and  light boy.”

“I asked the costumer for a place to change. He pointed to a small cabin at the far corner of the studio. As I walked there, there was a powerful blower fan running for the shoot — the kind they use to create wind effects. The moment I passed it…”


She paused, letting the image build.
“The strong wind caught my frock and lifted it completely upward. Marilyn Monroe moment, Ajay… but unlike her, I wasn’t wearing any panties. My entire bare ass was exposed for a few long seconds. The frock flew up to my waist. Everyone behind me — the light boy, the costumer, even Shankar sir — got a clear, uninterrupted view of your wife’s naked ass. I tried to push the dress down, but the wind was too strong. I heard giggling. Those boys saw my smooth, round ass cheeks jiggling as I struggled.”

Ajay’s cock twitched visibly. A bead of precum soaked through his pants.
Meera continued walking slowly around him, fully naked, her breasts swaying, ass moving seductively.
“I finally reached the cabin and locked the door. It was a tiny space with walls that didn’t reach the ceiling — completely open from the top. I started pulling my frock off when there was a knock on the door.”
She turned to face Ajay directly, standing with her legs slightly apart.
“It was the makeup boy. He said, ‘Madam, can you freshen up before the shoot? Your skin needs to glow.’ He told me there was a small bathroom attached with a shower. I came out of the cabin. He walked with me to the bathroom. I thought he would wait outside… but he came inside with me.”

Meera’s voice dropped to a husky whisper.
“The bathroom was small. He showed me the shower cabin and said he needed to prepare some makeup products and oils there. I had no choice. I stepped into the shower area, turned my back to him, and started removing my clothes. I pulled the frock over my head and hung it on the door. Then I unhooked my bra and removed it. I was standing completely naked, Ajay. Your wife was standing fully naked just a few feet away from a stranger.”

“The shower cabin had a thin plastic door that only came up to my shoulder level. My head and shoulders were visible above it, but from the chest down, I was hidden… barely. I crossed my arms over my breasts, but when he handed me the shower cap, I had to extend one arm to take it. My left breast came into full view for a moment — heavy, swaying, nipple hard. I’m not sure how much he saw, but he definitely looked. I could feel his eyes on me. I turned on the shower. Cold water hit my naked body. My nipples became even harder. I quickly washed myself while he moved around the bathroom, preparing things. Every time I moved, my breasts jiggled. I know he was stealing glances.”

Meera stepped closer to Ajay until she was just an arm’s length away. Her naked body was fully on display — breasts, hard nipples, bare pussy, thick thighs.
“After the shower, I came out wrapped in just a small white towel. It barely covered me — it ended just below my ass. My cleavage was deep, and the towel was tucked loosely between my breasts. The makeup boy looked at me and said, ‘Madam, we need to apply some body glow material for the shoot. It will make your skin shine under the lights.’”

“He said we should do it in the main photoshoot area. I had left my frock in the bathroom. I had no choice but to walk back through the studio in just that tiny towel.”
She described it vividly:
“I followed him. The towel was so short that with every step, it threatened to ride up and expose my ass. The studio floor was cold under my bare feet. As I walked behind the makeup boy, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. The light boys stopped what they were doing. The photographer turned. Shankar sir watched silently. The entire room became quiet. They all knew I was  naked under that towel. My breasts were bouncing slightly with each step, and the towel was barely holding on.”

Meera’s voice dropped lower.
“I was very angry at you at that moment, Ajay. Because of you, I was walking through a room full of men wearing nothing but a small towel. I felt so shy… but also strangely aware of my body. I could feel their hungry eyes on my thighs, on my cleavage, imagining what was underneath.”
She turned slightly, showing Ajay her profile — the curve of her heavy breast, the swell of her ass.
“When I reached the changing cabin, I quickly wore the first set — an indigo blue push-up bra and a matching full-coverage panty. The bra was tight and pushed my breasts up beautifully, creating very deep cleavage. The panty was decent but still hugged my pussy tightly. When I stepped out, the room went silent again. Everyone stared.”


Meera continued:
“The makeup boy said the skin needed foundation and glow cream. He made me sit on a chair in the middle of the set. He came very close. He started applying the cream with his hands and a sponge. First on my neck, then my shoulders… then he moved to my chest area. His fingers kept brushing the top of my breasts, softly touching the exposed skin above the bra cups. He was gentle, but I could feel his hands trembling.”
She looked directly at Ajay’s throbbing erection.
“Then he said, ‘Madam, please spread your legs a little so I can apply on your inner thighs.’ I had to obey. I parted my thighs. My panty-covered pussy was right in front of his face. I’m sure he could smell me, Ajay. I was wet. The scent of your wife’s aroused pussy was floating in the air while a young makeup boy was kneeling between my legs, applying cream on my inner thighs. His fingers came very close to my pussy lips, brushing the edge of the panty.”

Meera’s voice became almost a whisper, thick with erotic detail:
“He was hard, Ajay. I could see the bulge in his pants clearly. Unlike you… he was hard because he was seeing a hot, sexy married woman in front of him in just bra and panties. You… you get hard thinking about other men seeing your wife like this. There’s a difference.”
She stepped even closer, her naked body just inches from her husband.
“His hands kept moving higher on my thighs. I had to sit there, legs spread, letting a stranger touch me so intimately while everyone watched. Shankar sir was standing right there, observing  everything without saying a word.”