05-06-2026, 10:09 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-06-2026, 10:10 AM by SilverArrow. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
The men had already started pouring fresh whisky pegs. The TV was loud with the Premier League match — Manchester City vs Liverpool. Goals, arguments, and easy laughter filled the air.
Monica thought the final surprise was something that would come fast and immediately... that's not how it will be it seems as she saw the men nicely pouring their drinks!
Monica sipped her drink and joined in, her bare knee brushing Bheem’s arm every few seconds since they sat close enough.
The match got tense and Ustad pulled out a pack of cigarettes and passed it around. Everyone took one.
Monica looked and asked
“Give me one too”
Ustad handed her a cigarette. She placed it between her lips and turned to Bheem.
“Bheem… the smoke pls”
Bheem flicked his lighter. Monica leaned forward slowly. The deep neckline of the red dress fell open wide. Her full, heavy breasts spilled forward, the sheer fabric barely containing them. The deep, creamy valley of her cleavage was completely exposed right in front of Bheem’s face. She held the pose as the flame touched her cigarette, taking her time.
Across the room, Rakesh saw every inch — his wife bent low in that tiny dress, offering her body to another man while lighting a cigarette.
Bheem exhaled smoke and looked straight at Rakesh with a sly smile.
“Rakesh bhai… want one cigarette too?” he asked, voice low and mocking. “Or are you just going to sit there and watch?”
Raju, Ustad and Sonu let out low, subtle, snide laughs — the kind that cut deep. Rakesh shrank in his chair, face red.
“N-no… I’m fine,” he mumbled like a scolded child.
Monica took a slow drag, eyes half-closed, and smiled around the cigarette.
"Okay guys, you didn’t even have the birthday cake properly. Wait — let me get desserts for you all.”
Ustad waved a hand. “No, Monica, come on… we’re all quite full.”
“Ustad, no!” she said firmly, already walking toward the kitchen, the tiny red dress swaying with every step. “I made fresh gulab jamun. You all have to taste it.”
She walked to the kitchen in that tiny red dress, the hem swaying with every step.
From inside, her voice floated out —
“Bheem!” she called, leaning against the kitchen counter so her voice carried clearly. “Do you want me to drizzle warm honey on top… or thick fresh cream? Which one do you love more?”
Bheem voice came back quickly. “Cream, please… lots of it!”
She took her time, slowly pouring thick, cold cream over the warm gulab jamun, letting it swirl beautifully. She even added a tiny extra swirl on top, wiped the rim of the bowl and asked
“Raju ji,” she called out again “Tell me what you love more — extra thick cream… or a touch of honey on the side? Or should I do both?”
Raju looked at the corner kick on TV, then said calmly, “Extra cream… and a little honey on the side.”
Monica nodded. Ustad called out from the drawing room " Monica,can you put dry fruits for me? I like it that way ?"
Monica replied " yes sure, I will make a special cashew pista caramel for you Ustad"
Monica walked back with a large tray full of sumptuous desserts...
“See? Just like you said. Extra cream… and the honey is on the side so you can add as much as you like "
She held a spoon in front of them
“Taste. Tell me if it’s perfect.”
Raju took the spoon from her fingers slowly. “It’s perfect, Monica.”
She smiled warmly, then moved to Bheem and placed his plate on his lap, leaning in close so her breasts brushed his arm.
“And you, Sonu?” she whispered. “Honey or cream? Or both?”
“Both,” he said, voice rough.
She went back to the kitchen one last time, prepared it exactly as he wanted, and served him with the same gentle attention — wiping the edge, arranging it neatly, and giving him a soft, teasing look as she placed it down.
Only after everyone was served did Monica asked
“So… tell me the truth now boys. Why did you make me wear this tiny red dress? What’s the plan?”
Raju took a slow sip, then smiled that cold, satisfied smile.
“Two-three more drinks, Monica,” he said calmly. “Finish the drinks properly. Then the real surprise will come. No hurry. It's not even 12 o clock..”
Monica shrugged her shoulders " Ok.. mister do you guys need another round of desserts ?"
Monica thought the final surprise was something that would come fast and immediately... that's not how it will be it seems as she saw the men nicely pouring their drinks!
Monica sipped her drink and joined in, her bare knee brushing Bheem’s arm every few seconds since they sat close enough.
The match got tense and Ustad pulled out a pack of cigarettes and passed it around. Everyone took one.
Monica looked and asked
“Give me one too”
Ustad handed her a cigarette. She placed it between her lips and turned to Bheem.
“Bheem… the smoke pls”
Bheem flicked his lighter. Monica leaned forward slowly. The deep neckline of the red dress fell open wide. Her full, heavy breasts spilled forward, the sheer fabric barely containing them. The deep, creamy valley of her cleavage was completely exposed right in front of Bheem’s face. She held the pose as the flame touched her cigarette, taking her time.
Across the room, Rakesh saw every inch — his wife bent low in that tiny dress, offering her body to another man while lighting a cigarette.
Bheem exhaled smoke and looked straight at Rakesh with a sly smile.
“Rakesh bhai… want one cigarette too?” he asked, voice low and mocking. “Or are you just going to sit there and watch?”
Raju, Ustad and Sonu let out low, subtle, snide laughs — the kind that cut deep. Rakesh shrank in his chair, face red.
“N-no… I’m fine,” he mumbled like a scolded child.
Monica took a slow drag, eyes half-closed, and smiled around the cigarette.
"Okay guys, you didn’t even have the birthday cake properly. Wait — let me get desserts for you all.”
Ustad waved a hand. “No, Monica, come on… we’re all quite full.”
“Ustad, no!” she said firmly, already walking toward the kitchen, the tiny red dress swaying with every step. “I made fresh gulab jamun. You all have to taste it.”
She walked to the kitchen in that tiny red dress, the hem swaying with every step.
From inside, her voice floated out —
“Bheem!” she called, leaning against the kitchen counter so her voice carried clearly. “Do you want me to drizzle warm honey on top… or thick fresh cream? Which one do you love more?”
Bheem voice came back quickly. “Cream, please… lots of it!”
She took her time, slowly pouring thick, cold cream over the warm gulab jamun, letting it swirl beautifully. She even added a tiny extra swirl on top, wiped the rim of the bowl and asked
“Raju ji,” she called out again “Tell me what you love more — extra thick cream… or a touch of honey on the side? Or should I do both?”
Raju looked at the corner kick on TV, then said calmly, “Extra cream… and a little honey on the side.”
Monica nodded. Ustad called out from the drawing room " Monica,can you put dry fruits for me? I like it that way ?"
Monica replied " yes sure, I will make a special cashew pista caramel for you Ustad"
Monica walked back with a large tray full of sumptuous desserts...
“See? Just like you said. Extra cream… and the honey is on the side so you can add as much as you like "
She held a spoon in front of them
“Taste. Tell me if it’s perfect.”
Raju took the spoon from her fingers slowly. “It’s perfect, Monica.”
She smiled warmly, then moved to Bheem and placed his plate on his lap, leaning in close so her breasts brushed his arm.
“And you, Sonu?” she whispered. “Honey or cream? Or both?”
“Both,” he said, voice rough.
She went back to the kitchen one last time, prepared it exactly as he wanted, and served him with the same gentle attention — wiping the edge, arranging it neatly, and giving him a soft, teasing look as she placed it down.
Only after everyone was served did Monica asked
“So… tell me the truth now boys. Why did you make me wear this tiny red dress? What’s the plan?”
Raju took a slow sip, then smiled that cold, satisfied smile.
“Two-three more drinks, Monica,” he said calmly. “Finish the drinks properly. Then the real surprise will come. No hurry. It's not even 12 o clock..”
Monica shrugged her shoulders " Ok.. mister do you guys need another round of desserts ?"
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