30-05-2026, 12:31 AM
Shankar sir was waiting for me near the car. The moment he saw me, his eyes dropped to my chest
Meera smiled coldly as she spoke.
“He looked straight at my breasts and asked, ‘What happened to your bra? You were wearing one when we came.’”
She stepped closer to Ajay, her naked breasts jiggling softly.
“Ajay… you realise what that means, right? Your wife was standing in front of Shankar sir with no bra on. My heavy tits were freely moving under the thin kurti. My hard nipples were clearly visible. He could see the shape of my breasts perfectly. And he is asking me openly where is my bra. You are hearing it right he asked your wife where is your bra”
Meera’s voice became huskier:
“I tried to cover my boobs with my hands over the dress, pressing my arms against them. But it only made them look bigger and rounder. Shankar sir didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he called the costumer boy who was about to leave. The boy came running back to the parking lot. Shankar sir asked him, ‘Give me one of the new bras.’ The boy handed over a black lace bra from the shoot.”
She continued, her tone turning teasing and cruel:
“Shankar sir looked at me and said, ‘Wear this, Meera. Otherwise what will your husband think if you go home like this?’ I felt so embarrassed… but also strangely bold. But my husband dint even brought me a cloth yesterday night when I was standing naked on an open terrace. The person who he calls the villain is worried that I was not wearing bra. I am still naked from yesterday night you dint even bother to offer me a dress , instead you left the door unlocked and went out for the day. I was fully naked the whole day here you did not bother to ask. I don't know who is better person and trustworthy.So I didn’t go back inside to change, what is there to cover anyway. I turned to the other side inside the car, pulled my frock down to my waist, and wore the bra right there in the parking lot.”
Meera described it sensually:
“I was sitting in the front seat of the car. I pulled the frock down, exposing my bare breasts completely in the open parking area. My heavy tits were out in the open air for a few seconds while I put on the new bra. Shankar sir was standing right outside the car, watching me. I slowly wore the black lace bra, adjusting my breasts into the cups, lifting them, squeezing them into place. The bra was tight and pushed my cleavage up obscenely. My nipples were still hard and clearly visible even after wearing it.”
“I didn’t feel like hiding anymore, Ajay. You sent me to this world. You made me go through all of that. So why should I feel shy now? I wanted you to know exactly what your wife did for you.”
“When I reached home that night, I was still wearing that new bra under my frock… with no panty. My pussy was still wet from the entire day. And you had no idea what your innocent wife had become.”
Saying this she went to bed for sleeping. Ajay shamelessly followed her after 10 minutes still with his hardon. He climbed onto the bed behind her.
He pressed his body against hers. His throbbing cock nestled right between her soft, warm ass cheeks, the shaft sliding along her ass crack. The head of his dick rested just above her pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from her.
Meera didn’t turn around. She didn’t speak. She just lay there, breathing steadily.
Ajay wrapped one arm around her, his hand cupping one heavy breast possessively. He squeezed it gently, feeling its softness and weight. His cock twitched between her ass cheeks.
He stayed like that — hard, leaking, pressed against his naked wife — for a long time. Sleep came slowly, tormented by guilt, lust, and the images Meera had burned into his mind.
Meera smiled coldly as she spoke.
“He looked straight at my breasts and asked, ‘What happened to your bra? You were wearing one when we came.’”
She stepped closer to Ajay, her naked breasts jiggling softly.
“Ajay… you realise what that means, right? Your wife was standing in front of Shankar sir with no bra on. My heavy tits were freely moving under the thin kurti. My hard nipples were clearly visible. He could see the shape of my breasts perfectly. And he is asking me openly where is my bra. You are hearing it right he asked your wife where is your bra”
Meera’s voice became huskier:
“I tried to cover my boobs with my hands over the dress, pressing my arms against them. But it only made them look bigger and rounder. Shankar sir didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he called the costumer boy who was about to leave. The boy came running back to the parking lot. Shankar sir asked him, ‘Give me one of the new bras.’ The boy handed over a black lace bra from the shoot.”
She continued, her tone turning teasing and cruel:
“Shankar sir looked at me and said, ‘Wear this, Meera. Otherwise what will your husband think if you go home like this?’ I felt so embarrassed… but also strangely bold. But my husband dint even brought me a cloth yesterday night when I was standing naked on an open terrace. The person who he calls the villain is worried that I was not wearing bra. I am still naked from yesterday night you dint even bother to offer me a dress , instead you left the door unlocked and went out for the day. I was fully naked the whole day here you did not bother to ask. I don't know who is better person and trustworthy.So I didn’t go back inside to change, what is there to cover anyway. I turned to the other side inside the car, pulled my frock down to my waist, and wore the bra right there in the parking lot.”
Meera described it sensually:
“I was sitting in the front seat of the car. I pulled the frock down, exposing my bare breasts completely in the open parking area. My heavy tits were out in the open air for a few seconds while I put on the new bra. Shankar sir was standing right outside the car, watching me. I slowly wore the black lace bra, adjusting my breasts into the cups, lifting them, squeezing them into place. The bra was tight and pushed my cleavage up obscenely. My nipples were still hard and clearly visible even after wearing it.”
“I didn’t feel like hiding anymore, Ajay. You sent me to this world. You made me go through all of that. So why should I feel shy now? I wanted you to know exactly what your wife did for you.”
“When I reached home that night, I was still wearing that new bra under my frock… with no panty. My pussy was still wet from the entire day. And you had no idea what your innocent wife had become.”
Saying this she went to bed for sleeping. Ajay shamelessly followed her after 10 minutes still with his hardon. He climbed onto the bed behind her.
He pressed his body against hers. His throbbing cock nestled right between her soft, warm ass cheeks, the shaft sliding along her ass crack. The head of his dick rested just above her pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from her.
Meera didn’t turn around. She didn’t speak. She just lay there, breathing steadily.
Ajay wrapped one arm around her, his hand cupping one heavy breast possessively. He squeezed it gently, feeling its softness and weight. His cock twitched between her ass cheeks.
He stayed like that — hard, leaking, pressed against his naked wife — for a long time. Sleep came slowly, tormented by guilt, lust, and the images Meera had burned into his mind.
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