11-11-2026, 03:14 PM
Ajay could not stop himself.
He followed Meera into the bedroom.When he reached the room she was bent over the open cupboard, one hand pushing aside folded clothes, searching for a panty and something simple to wear. The towel she had grabbed earlier had already loosened and slipped to her waist, leaving her back and the soft curve of her hips bare under the morning light.
He stepped behind her and wrapped both arms around her body.
His still-hard cock pressed against the soft give of her ass. Meera drew in a quiet breath. Ajay lowered his mouth to the side of her neck, just behind her ear, and kissed the warm skin there. Her loose hair brushed his face. He gathered it gently with one hand and moved it aside so he could bite her earlobe—soft, then a little firmer.
His other hand slid upward and cupped her breast, thumb circling the nipple until it tightened under his touch. He felt the weight of her, the warmth, the way her body leaned back into him without thinking.
Behind his closed eyes the hoarding returned. He could visualize what really happened there
He saw the yellow frock. The pink panties. The staged breeze from a table fan someone must have held just out of frame. He imagined the photographer waiting for the exact moment the fabric lifted, the quiet instructions, the way Meera would have stood there letting the camera take what it needed. The thought sent another pulse of heat through him.
His hand drifted lower, over her stomach, and settled between her legs. He stroked her slowly, feeling how soft she already was.
Meera reached back and gave his wrist a light, playful slap.
“You shameless man,” she murmured, voice thick. “You’re still sweaty from your run. I already bathed.”
Ajay smiled against her neck.
“Then let’s bathe together. Under the shower.”
For a second Meera’s mind slipped sideways. She remembered another shower—open to the night sky, moonlight on wet skin, Chotu’s careful hands, the strange freedom of that moment. The memory mixed dangerously with the present. She could no longer tell whether the pleasure rolling through her came from her husband’s fingers or from the ghost of that earlier night.
She slapped his hand again, firmer this time, and turned halfway in his arms.
“I will bathe you very well,” she said, “but not today. Today my big boy has to go to office. First day in the new post, remember?”
Ajay made a low sound of protest. His hands were still on her breasts, holding them as if he could not bear to let go.
Meera placed her own hands over his.
“These aren’t going anywhere,” she said softly. “You have a lifetime to play with them. Now go.”
She tilted her head, looking at him over her shoulder.
“Will you meet Raghav sir today?”
“Probably not. He’s not in. I have to see Srinivasan sir and Subroto sir.”
“Then you should hurry.”
Ajay gave a small, reluctant chuckle. “They don’t have these.” He squeezed her boobs gently for emphasis.
“Chee…” Meera wrinkled her nose, but she was smiling.
He grew more serious. “Raghav sir I respect the most. Subroto sir also. Srinivasan is… different. Cunning. I always feel he’s measuring everyone.”
Meera nodded. “Raghav sir is the reason you rose so fast.”
“Yes,” Ajay said. His voice quieted. “I don’t even know how to thank him properly for everything he’s done.”
Meera’s smile stayed in place, but something tightened behind her eyes.
In the private dark of her mind she saw the back seat of a moving car, the city lights sliding across bare skin, Raghav’s mouth on her breast because she had allowed it—because at that moment it had seemed like one more necessary piece of the mission. She had never told Ajay. She still did not know if she ever would.
She stepped out of his arms, picked up a folded nighty, and held it against her chest.
“Go,” she said again, gentler. “I’ll be here when you come back.”
Ajay looked at her for a long second longer, the hunger still clear in his face. Then he nodded, adjusted his clothes, and left the bedroom.
Meera stood alone among the open cupboard doors, the towel forgotten on the floor, the weight of old secrets settling quietly over the morning once more.
He followed Meera into the bedroom.When he reached the room she was bent over the open cupboard, one hand pushing aside folded clothes, searching for a panty and something simple to wear. The towel she had grabbed earlier had already loosened and slipped to her waist, leaving her back and the soft curve of her hips bare under the morning light.
He stepped behind her and wrapped both arms around her body.
His still-hard cock pressed against the soft give of her ass. Meera drew in a quiet breath. Ajay lowered his mouth to the side of her neck, just behind her ear, and kissed the warm skin there. Her loose hair brushed his face. He gathered it gently with one hand and moved it aside so he could bite her earlobe—soft, then a little firmer.
His other hand slid upward and cupped her breast, thumb circling the nipple until it tightened under his touch. He felt the weight of her, the warmth, the way her body leaned back into him without thinking.
Behind his closed eyes the hoarding returned. He could visualize what really happened there
He saw the yellow frock. The pink panties. The staged breeze from a table fan someone must have held just out of frame. He imagined the photographer waiting for the exact moment the fabric lifted, the quiet instructions, the way Meera would have stood there letting the camera take what it needed. The thought sent another pulse of heat through him.
His hand drifted lower, over her stomach, and settled between her legs. He stroked her slowly, feeling how soft she already was.
Meera reached back and gave his wrist a light, playful slap.
“You shameless man,” she murmured, voice thick. “You’re still sweaty from your run. I already bathed.”
Ajay smiled against her neck.
“Then let’s bathe together. Under the shower.”
For a second Meera’s mind slipped sideways. She remembered another shower—open to the night sky, moonlight on wet skin, Chotu’s careful hands, the strange freedom of that moment. The memory mixed dangerously with the present. She could no longer tell whether the pleasure rolling through her came from her husband’s fingers or from the ghost of that earlier night.
She slapped his hand again, firmer this time, and turned halfway in his arms.
“I will bathe you very well,” she said, “but not today. Today my big boy has to go to office. First day in the new post, remember?”
Ajay made a low sound of protest. His hands were still on her breasts, holding them as if he could not bear to let go.
Meera placed her own hands over his.
“These aren’t going anywhere,” she said softly. “You have a lifetime to play with them. Now go.”
She tilted her head, looking at him over her shoulder.
“Will you meet Raghav sir today?”
“Probably not. He’s not in. I have to see Srinivasan sir and Subroto sir.”
“Then you should hurry.”
Ajay gave a small, reluctant chuckle. “They don’t have these.” He squeezed her boobs gently for emphasis.
“Chee…” Meera wrinkled her nose, but she was smiling.
He grew more serious. “Raghav sir I respect the most. Subroto sir also. Srinivasan is… different. Cunning. I always feel he’s measuring everyone.”
Meera nodded. “Raghav sir is the reason you rose so fast.”
“Yes,” Ajay said. His voice quieted. “I don’t even know how to thank him properly for everything he’s done.”
Meera’s smile stayed in place, but something tightened behind her eyes.
In the private dark of her mind she saw the back seat of a moving car, the city lights sliding across bare skin, Raghav’s mouth on her breast because she had allowed it—because at that moment it had seemed like one more necessary piece of the mission. She had never told Ajay. She still did not know if she ever would.
She stepped out of his arms, picked up a folded nighty, and held it against her chest.
“Go,” she said again, gentler. “I’ll be here when you come back.”
Ajay looked at her for a long second longer, the hunger still clear in his face. Then he nodded, adjusted his clothes, and left the bedroom.
Meera stood alone among the open cupboard doors, the towel forgotten on the floor, the weight of old secrets settling quietly over the morning once more.
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