10-06-2026, 11:13 AM
Chapter 5: Meera Tries the Lingerie
That same night, after dinner, the atmosphere in the apartment felt heavier with anticipation. Meera had worn one of the new sleeveless black kurtis throughout the evening, constantly pulling at the hem and adjusting the neckline, her cheeks staying pink the entire time. She barely spoke during dinner and avoided eye contact.
Now, at 10:30 PM, they were in the bedroom. The AC was on low, the lights dimmed to a warm golden glow. Arjun sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only his shorts. Meera stood nervously near the wardrobe, still in the black kurti.
Arjun smiled and patted the bed beside him.
“Come here, Meera.”
She walked slowly and sat down, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her long hair was open, falling like a thick black curtain down her back and over her shoulders.
“Arjun… do we really have to do this tonight?” she asked in a small, shy voice. “I’m very tired.”
Arjun gently turned her face towards him.
“Yes, baby. You promised. Just try one set for me. I bought them especially for you. I want to see how my beautiful wife looks in something sexy.”
Meera bit her lower lip hard, looking at the floor. After a long pause, she whispered, “Only one. And you have to switch off the main light.”
Arjun left only the bedside lamp on and brought the big shopping bag. He took out a stunning red lace lingerie set — a push-up bra that would dramatically lift her heavy breasts and a matching tiny thong with delicate straps.
Meera’s eyes widened in horror when she saw it.
“Arjun! This is too much! This bra… it’s almost nothing! And this panty… it’s so small! I can’t wear this. Please choose something else,” she pleaded, her voice full of embarrassment.
Arjun held the set in front of her.
“This is perfect for you. Your figure will look incredible in red. Come on, go to the bathroom and change. I’ll wait here.”
Meera hesitated for almost two full minutes, shifting uncomfortably. Finally, with a deep sigh and red face, she snatched the lingerie from his hand and went into the bathroom, locking the door.
Arjun waited, his heart beating fast with excitement. Five minutes passed. Then ten. He could hear her moving inside.
“Meera? Are you okay?” he called out.
A shy, muffled voice came from inside. “This looks so shameless… I can’t come out like this.”
“Baby, please. Come out. I’m your husband. There’s nothing to hide from me.”
After another long minute, the bathroom door clicked open slowly.
Meera stepped out, one arm covering her chest and the other hand trying to pull the tiny thong higher on her wide hips. She looked absolutely stunning and vulnerable at the same time.
The red push-up bra lifted her already large breasts into a deep, mouth-watering cleavage. Her hourglass figure was on full display — narrow waist, dramatically flaring hips, and thick, smooth thighs. The thong disappeared between her juicy ass cheeks, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her long black hair flowed freely down her back, some strands falling over her breasts, partially covering them.
Meera stood there, face burning crimson, eyes looking anywhere except at Arjun.
“Arjun… please don’t stare like that,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I feel completely naked. This bra is pushing everything up… and this panty… it’s going inside. I’m so embarrassed.”
Arjun’s cock was rock hard instantly. He stood up and walked around her slowly, admiring every curve.
“Meera… fuck. You look like a goddess. Turn around for me.”
Meera turned reluctantly. When she showed her back, Arjun groaned. The thong left her entire round, firm ass exposed except for the thin string. Her long hair reached all the way down, brushing against the top of her ass.
“Arjun… stop walking around me like this,” she complained, trying to cover her ass with both hands. “I look like those cheap girls in movies. This is not me.”
Arjun came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. He kissed her bare shoulder.
“This is exactly you, baby. Look at yourself in the mirror,” he said, turning her towards the full-length mirror.
Meera looked at her reflection and immediately closed her eyes.
“I can’t look… it’s too revealing. My breasts are almost falling out. And my… back side is completely exposed. Please let me change back.”
Arjun’s hands moved up and cupped her breasts from behind, squeezing them gently through the lace bra.
“These look so perfect in this bra. So big and round. I want to see you like this every night. You have such an amazing body, Meera. Why hide it from your own husband?”
Meera shivered under his touch, her nipples hardening visibly through the thin lace.
“Because… it feels wrong. I was brought up to be decent. Not to wear such tiny clothes. What if my mother sees me like this one day? She will faint.”
Arjun chuckled softly and turned her around to face him. He tilted her chin up.
“Your mother is not here. This is our bedroom. Our marriage. I love you more when you dress like this for me. It makes me want you so badly.”
He kissed her deeply. At first Meera was stiff with shyness, but slowly she started responding. Arjun’s hands roamed over her almost naked body — squeezing her ass, running fingers along the thong strap, then moving up to play with her breasts.
Meera pulled back slightly, breathing heavily.
“Arjun… this is enough for today, right? Can I change now?”
Arjun shook his head with a smile.
“Not yet. Walk to the bed and back for me. Let me see how you move.”
Meera’s eyes widened. “No way! I’m not walking like a model. This is already too much.”
“Please, baby. Just once. For me.”
After a lot of pleading and persuasion, Meera took a few hesitant steps towards the bed, her hips swaying naturally because of her figure. Her long hair swayed with her movement. She turned back, covering her chest again.
“Happy now?” she asked, voice full of shyness.
Arjun pulled her onto the bed and laid her down.
“You have no idea how sexy you look right now,” he whispered as he kissed down her neck, then her deep cleavage. He spent a long time worshipping her body in the new lingerie — sucking her nipples through the lace, kissing her stomach, and finally pulling the thong aside to taste her.
Meera kept moaning softly, still covering her face with her hands in embarrassment.
“Arjun… you’re making me do all these dirty things… I can’t believe I’m wearing this.”
Arjun removed his shorts, his hard cock springing free.
“Keep the lingerie on,” he said huskily.
He entered her slowly while she was still wearing the red bra and thong (pushed aside). Meera moaned louder than usual, the new sensation and her exposed state making everything more intense.
Throughout the sex, she kept whispering shy complaints mixed with pleasure:
“Slow… ahh… this bra is making my breasts bounce too much…”
“Arjun… don’t look at me like that…”
But by the end, when both of them climaxed hard, Meera was clinging to him tightly, her long hair wrapped around both their bodies.
After they finished, she immediately tried to cover herself with the bedsheet again.
Arjun stopped her gently and whispered, “Next time, we’re trying the black set… and maybe the short skirt too.”
Meera groaned and hid her face in his chest.
“You are never going to stop changing me, are you?”
Arjun smiled in the dark, stroking her hair.
“This is only the beginning, my love.”
That same night, after dinner, the atmosphere in the apartment felt heavier with anticipation. Meera had worn one of the new sleeveless black kurtis throughout the evening, constantly pulling at the hem and adjusting the neckline, her cheeks staying pink the entire time. She barely spoke during dinner and avoided eye contact.
Now, at 10:30 PM, they were in the bedroom. The AC was on low, the lights dimmed to a warm golden glow. Arjun sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only his shorts. Meera stood nervously near the wardrobe, still in the black kurti.
Arjun smiled and patted the bed beside him.
“Come here, Meera.”
She walked slowly and sat down, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her long hair was open, falling like a thick black curtain down her back and over her shoulders.
“Arjun… do we really have to do this tonight?” she asked in a small, shy voice. “I’m very tired.”
Arjun gently turned her face towards him.
“Yes, baby. You promised. Just try one set for me. I bought them especially for you. I want to see how my beautiful wife looks in something sexy.”
Meera bit her lower lip hard, looking at the floor. After a long pause, she whispered, “Only one. And you have to switch off the main light.”
Arjun left only the bedside lamp on and brought the big shopping bag. He took out a stunning red lace lingerie set — a push-up bra that would dramatically lift her heavy breasts and a matching tiny thong with delicate straps.
Meera’s eyes widened in horror when she saw it.
“Arjun! This is too much! This bra… it’s almost nothing! And this panty… it’s so small! I can’t wear this. Please choose something else,” she pleaded, her voice full of embarrassment.
Arjun held the set in front of her.
“This is perfect for you. Your figure will look incredible in red. Come on, go to the bathroom and change. I’ll wait here.”
Meera hesitated for almost two full minutes, shifting uncomfortably. Finally, with a deep sigh and red face, she snatched the lingerie from his hand and went into the bathroom, locking the door.
Arjun waited, his heart beating fast with excitement. Five minutes passed. Then ten. He could hear her moving inside.
“Meera? Are you okay?” he called out.
A shy, muffled voice came from inside. “This looks so shameless… I can’t come out like this.”
“Baby, please. Come out. I’m your husband. There’s nothing to hide from me.”
After another long minute, the bathroom door clicked open slowly.
Meera stepped out, one arm covering her chest and the other hand trying to pull the tiny thong higher on her wide hips. She looked absolutely stunning and vulnerable at the same time.
The red push-up bra lifted her already large breasts into a deep, mouth-watering cleavage. Her hourglass figure was on full display — narrow waist, dramatically flaring hips, and thick, smooth thighs. The thong disappeared between her juicy ass cheeks, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her long black hair flowed freely down her back, some strands falling over her breasts, partially covering them.
Meera stood there, face burning crimson, eyes looking anywhere except at Arjun.
“Arjun… please don’t stare like that,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I feel completely naked. This bra is pushing everything up… and this panty… it’s going inside. I’m so embarrassed.”
Arjun’s cock was rock hard instantly. He stood up and walked around her slowly, admiring every curve.
“Meera… fuck. You look like a goddess. Turn around for me.”
Meera turned reluctantly. When she showed her back, Arjun groaned. The thong left her entire round, firm ass exposed except for the thin string. Her long hair reached all the way down, brushing against the top of her ass.
“Arjun… stop walking around me like this,” she complained, trying to cover her ass with both hands. “I look like those cheap girls in movies. This is not me.”
Arjun came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. He kissed her bare shoulder.
“This is exactly you, baby. Look at yourself in the mirror,” he said, turning her towards the full-length mirror.
Meera looked at her reflection and immediately closed her eyes.
“I can’t look… it’s too revealing. My breasts are almost falling out. And my… back side is completely exposed. Please let me change back.”
Arjun’s hands moved up and cupped her breasts from behind, squeezing them gently through the lace bra.
“These look so perfect in this bra. So big and round. I want to see you like this every night. You have such an amazing body, Meera. Why hide it from your own husband?”
Meera shivered under his touch, her nipples hardening visibly through the thin lace.
“Because… it feels wrong. I was brought up to be decent. Not to wear such tiny clothes. What if my mother sees me like this one day? She will faint.”
Arjun chuckled softly and turned her around to face him. He tilted her chin up.
“Your mother is not here. This is our bedroom. Our marriage. I love you more when you dress like this for me. It makes me want you so badly.”
He kissed her deeply. At first Meera was stiff with shyness, but slowly she started responding. Arjun’s hands roamed over her almost naked body — squeezing her ass, running fingers along the thong strap, then moving up to play with her breasts.
Meera pulled back slightly, breathing heavily.
“Arjun… this is enough for today, right? Can I change now?”
Arjun shook his head with a smile.
“Not yet. Walk to the bed and back for me. Let me see how you move.”
Meera’s eyes widened. “No way! I’m not walking like a model. This is already too much.”
“Please, baby. Just once. For me.”
After a lot of pleading and persuasion, Meera took a few hesitant steps towards the bed, her hips swaying naturally because of her figure. Her long hair swayed with her movement. She turned back, covering her chest again.
“Happy now?” she asked, voice full of shyness.
Arjun pulled her onto the bed and laid her down.
“You have no idea how sexy you look right now,” he whispered as he kissed down her neck, then her deep cleavage. He spent a long time worshipping her body in the new lingerie — sucking her nipples through the lace, kissing her stomach, and finally pulling the thong aside to taste her.
Meera kept moaning softly, still covering her face with her hands in embarrassment.
“Arjun… you’re making me do all these dirty things… I can’t believe I’m wearing this.”
Arjun removed his shorts, his hard cock springing free.
“Keep the lingerie on,” he said huskily.
He entered her slowly while she was still wearing the red bra and thong (pushed aside). Meera moaned louder than usual, the new sensation and her exposed state making everything more intense.
Throughout the sex, she kept whispering shy complaints mixed with pleasure:
“Slow… ahh… this bra is making my breasts bounce too much…”
“Arjun… don’t look at me like that…”
But by the end, when both of them climaxed hard, Meera was clinging to him tightly, her long hair wrapped around both their bodies.
After they finished, she immediately tried to cover herself with the bedsheet again.
Arjun stopped her gently and whispered, “Next time, we’re trying the black set… and maybe the short skirt too.”
Meera groaned and hid her face in his chest.
“You are never going to stop changing me, are you?”
Arjun smiled in the dark, stroking her hair.
“This is only the beginning, my love.”
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கதை சுருக்கம் : அன்னலக்ஷ்மி என்கிற ஒரு கிராமத்து பெண் எப்படி அலிஷா என்கிற பெரிய தேவிடியாவாக மாறுகிறாள் என்பதே சுருக்கம்
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கதை சுருக்கம் : அன்னலக்ஷ்மி என்கிற ஒரு கிராமத்து பெண் எப்படி அலிஷா என்கிற பெரிய தேவிடியாவாக மாறுகிறாள் என்பதே சுருக்கம்
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