23-08-2026, 03:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 23-08-2026, 03:58 PM by SilverArrow. Edited 5 times in total. Edited 5 times in total.)
Chapter 13- Instagram video
The next couple of days Ranga had stepped out of the town to meet few dealers. That Friday, when Rakesh was going to office, he met Ranga in the lift
“ Good Morning Ranga Saab!”
“ Good morning Rakesh … going to office?”
“ Yes Ranga Anna… how was your meeting with the dealers ?”
Ranga smiled “ They wanted a lot of cash Rakesh… good I could hide in the cash there… I might need to extend my stay by few weeks more”
Rakesh felt a little electric shock. Few more weeks.
He gulped like an obedient kid “Ok Ranga Saab ..as you say”
In the office as Rakesh say through long boring presentation, he was feeling uncomfortable “Few more weeks”. A history sheeter staying like this in the apartment with so much cash. What if the society chairman founds out ?
He tried to leave early but the rain created havoc. He hit the other highway hoping to reach quickly. He was so mistaken. This highway was just worse.
The rain-streaked windshield of Rakesh’s car turned the endless line of red brake lights on the Gurgaon expressway into a bleeding, blurred glare. Inside the sweltering cabin, the air felt suffocatingly thin.
Irritated with the long winding traffic, he opened his phone.
A notification came on the phone.
Instagram: Monica P posted a new video.
Bored with the traffic, Rakesh clicked the notification without thinking much. But God!
What he saw in the small video clip made him burst out in absolute panic. He just sat up straight hands off the steering.
The video was shot inside their apartment hall. Right next to the sofa set. Monica was standing right by their Italian marble coffee table, her back arched, wearing nothing on top but a tiny, low-cut white lace underwire bra. It wasn't workout gear; it was delicate, sheer expensive French lingerie with flimsy straps that offered zero coverage, her heavy cleavage spilling provocatively over the Bra fabric. Her actual grey gym top wasn't on her body—it was dbangd casually over Ranga’s broad, dark shoulder.
![[Image: 761908534_78127.png]](https://t3.pixhost.to/thumbs/5167/761908534_78127.png)
Ranga stood towering directly behind her, raw and imposing. He slowly gave one dumb bell to his wife who stood semi naked in front of him.
Ranga’s thick, iron like hands were planted firmly on her bare, exposed waist, his dark thumbs digging into her soft skin as he guided her back.
Monica slowly lifted the dumbbell making a shy smile. She tilted her head back, looking straight into the smartphone camera lens, her lips parting into a sly, slow, flirty smile. As Ranga’s palm slid slowly up her ribs, his fingers brushing the side of her tiny Bra clad breasts, Monica bit her lower lip, giggling over her shoulder at him—their voice completely drowned out by the heavy, thrumming bass of a trending song overlaid on the clip.
Rakesh shocked could not believe the clip he just saw.
![[Image: 761908790_78144.png]](https://t3.pixhost.to/thumbs/5167/761908790_78144.png)
His eyes moved to the comments section. Comments were spinning out of control as random men across the platform flooded the post with vile, unfiltered filth:
• “Woow this brute is eating her good tonight! Corporate madam is fully surrendered!”
• “Look at those heavy milk factories overflowing out of that flimsy lace bra!”
• “DM rate for 1 night in Gurgaon! 1 lakh cash ready on the table!”
• “That look into the camera is a direct invitation... what a dirty, shameless tease she is Man!”
• “Telegram link for full leak? She wants the whole world watch her get touched!”
A sickening wave of raw humiliation and absolute despair crashed over Rakesh, leaving him completely hollowed out. Thousands of strangers were watching his wife—a sharp, sophisticated corporate woman—dressed in sheer Bra, letting a thug history-sheeter wrap his calloused hands around her waist, and smiling into the camera like she wanted the entire internet to witness her degradation.
![[Image: 761908903_78145.png]](https://t3.pixhost.to/thumbs/5167/761908903_78145.png)
Yet beneath the gut-wrenching shame, an unstoppable, dark wave of forbidden heat exploded squarely in his groin. The sheer horror of his own total powerlessness intoxicated him. Right there in the dark, claustrophobic cabin of his car, with the headlights of oncoming traffic sweeping across his pale, sweat-slicked face, Rakesh’s hand trembled uncontrollably as he unbuckled his belt and reached inside his trousers.
He wrapped his shaking fingers around his rock-hard cock, stroking himself with frantic, desperate urgency. Tears of self-loathing stung his eyes, yet he kept his gaze glued to the screen, watching her tease the camera, watching Ranga's dark hands squeeze her waist.
When he refreshed the page with a slick, shaking thumb, the story was gone—deleted without a trace. In its place sat a demure selfie of Monica back in her grey top, looking pristine and untouched, while the comment drawer underneath was already swarming with men demanding the return of the bra video.
Rakesh cummed in his hand and on the car steering. He like a guilty college kid put his cock inside the trouser.
His eyes were still watery and his thighs ached due to the masturbation.
Did it really happen? Why did Monica strip into a Bra during exercises? What was that Instagram video all about ?
Surely Monica must have uploaded by mistake. It was there for around 3-4 minutes drawing 100 plus filthy comments and thousands of views. But was it Monica tried it to Ranga’s private viewing but it got uploaded to the public by mistake? What was it ? Rakesh felt he would like inside the car. He pushed open the cum laden door for some fresh air.
.
The next couple of days Ranga had stepped out of the town to meet few dealers. That Friday, when Rakesh was going to office, he met Ranga in the lift
“ Good Morning Ranga Saab!”
“ Good morning Rakesh … going to office?”
“ Yes Ranga Anna… how was your meeting with the dealers ?”
Ranga smiled “ They wanted a lot of cash Rakesh… good I could hide in the cash there… I might need to extend my stay by few weeks more”
Rakesh felt a little electric shock. Few more weeks.
He gulped like an obedient kid “Ok Ranga Saab ..as you say”
In the office as Rakesh say through long boring presentation, he was feeling uncomfortable “Few more weeks”. A history sheeter staying like this in the apartment with so much cash. What if the society chairman founds out ?
He tried to leave early but the rain created havoc. He hit the other highway hoping to reach quickly. He was so mistaken. This highway was just worse.
The rain-streaked windshield of Rakesh’s car turned the endless line of red brake lights on the Gurgaon expressway into a bleeding, blurred glare. Inside the sweltering cabin, the air felt suffocatingly thin.
Irritated with the long winding traffic, he opened his phone.
A notification came on the phone.
Instagram: Monica P posted a new video.
Bored with the traffic, Rakesh clicked the notification without thinking much. But God!
What he saw in the small video clip made him burst out in absolute panic. He just sat up straight hands off the steering.
The video was shot inside their apartment hall. Right next to the sofa set. Monica was standing right by their Italian marble coffee table, her back arched, wearing nothing on top but a tiny, low-cut white lace underwire bra. It wasn't workout gear; it was delicate, sheer expensive French lingerie with flimsy straps that offered zero coverage, her heavy cleavage spilling provocatively over the Bra fabric. Her actual grey gym top wasn't on her body—it was dbangd casually over Ranga’s broad, dark shoulder.
![[Image: 761908534_78127.png]](https://pixhost.to/show/5167/761908534_78127.png)
Ranga stood towering directly behind her, raw and imposing. He slowly gave one dumb bell to his wife who stood semi naked in front of him.
Ranga’s thick, iron like hands were planted firmly on her bare, exposed waist, his dark thumbs digging into her soft skin as he guided her back.
Monica slowly lifted the dumbbell making a shy smile. She tilted her head back, looking straight into the smartphone camera lens, her lips parting into a sly, slow, flirty smile. As Ranga’s palm slid slowly up her ribs, his fingers brushing the side of her tiny Bra clad breasts, Monica bit her lower lip, giggling over her shoulder at him—their voice completely drowned out by the heavy, thrumming bass of a trending song overlaid on the clip.
Rakesh shocked could not believe the clip he just saw.
![[Image: 761908790_78144.png]](https://pixhost.to/show/5167/761908790_78144.png)
His eyes moved to the comments section. Comments were spinning out of control as random men across the platform flooded the post with vile, unfiltered filth:
• “Woow this brute is eating her good tonight! Corporate madam is fully surrendered!”
• “Look at those heavy milk factories overflowing out of that flimsy lace bra!”
• “DM rate for 1 night in Gurgaon! 1 lakh cash ready on the table!”
• “That look into the camera is a direct invitation... what a dirty, shameless tease she is Man!”
• “Telegram link for full leak? She wants the whole world watch her get touched!”
A sickening wave of raw humiliation and absolute despair crashed over Rakesh, leaving him completely hollowed out. Thousands of strangers were watching his wife—a sharp, sophisticated corporate woman—dressed in sheer Bra, letting a thug history-sheeter wrap his calloused hands around her waist, and smiling into the camera like she wanted the entire internet to witness her degradation.
![[Image: 761908903_78145.png]](https://pixhost.to/show/5167/761908903_78145.png)
Yet beneath the gut-wrenching shame, an unstoppable, dark wave of forbidden heat exploded squarely in his groin. The sheer horror of his own total powerlessness intoxicated him. Right there in the dark, claustrophobic cabin of his car, with the headlights of oncoming traffic sweeping across his pale, sweat-slicked face, Rakesh’s hand trembled uncontrollably as he unbuckled his belt and reached inside his trousers.
He wrapped his shaking fingers around his rock-hard cock, stroking himself with frantic, desperate urgency. Tears of self-loathing stung his eyes, yet he kept his gaze glued to the screen, watching her tease the camera, watching Ranga's dark hands squeeze her waist.
When he refreshed the page with a slick, shaking thumb, the story was gone—deleted without a trace. In its place sat a demure selfie of Monica back in her grey top, looking pristine and untouched, while the comment drawer underneath was already swarming with men demanding the return of the bra video.
Rakesh cummed in his hand and on the car steering. He like a guilty college kid put his cock inside the trouser.
His eyes were still watery and his thighs ached due to the masturbation.
Did it really happen? Why did Monica strip into a Bra during exercises? What was that Instagram video all about ?
Surely Monica must have uploaded by mistake. It was there for around 3-4 minutes drawing 100 plus filthy comments and thousands of views. But was it Monica tried it to Ranga’s private viewing but it got uploaded to the public by mistake? What was it ? Rakesh felt he would like inside the car. He pushed open the cum laden door for some fresh air.
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