Adultery Priya Didi

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His thumb gently brushed over the bottom of it


where the lace met the satin,

It is still warm, probably, she wore it this morning.

He could almost feel her wetness in the fabric.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

He swallowed, but the taste of the air seemed heavier now,

Laden with the weight of desire and the thrilling uncertainty of this uncharted territory.

Slowly, almost reverently, he folded the lace panties back into the basket.

But his fingers lingered. They were still trembling,

As though the act of holding them had momentarily transported him into a world that belonged to Neetu alone.

He could feel the heat of his own breath in the cool air, the racing of his heart in his chest.

His thoughts felt muddled, disoriented by the intensity of the moment.

Then, his hand brushed against another item, a matching bra, soft and pale pink,

The lacework even more intricate, the fabric delicate and silky.

His fingers hesitated for the briefest of moments before he lifted it carefully from the basket.

As he held the bra in his hands, he couldn't help but imagine the way it must feel against her skin,

How it would fit perfectly around her full breasts

The gentle support it provided.

He ran his fingertips along the lace edging, the smoothness of the fabric teasing his senses.

He held it up to the light, watching the way the delicate fabric shimmered under his touch,

And for a moment, he felt a strange sense of ownership,

As though this small garment contained a part of Neetu that he could almost claim for himself.


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