Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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His touch was firm, steady. When he spoke, his voice was low and thick with desire. 

“And the best part,” Ravi added, his gaze darting between Neetu and Sirisha, “is that the one who removes the clothing will also get five minutes to… enjoy whatever was hidden beneath it.”
 
Sirisha’s breath came faster at his words, and she felt the air grow even thicker around them. Five minutes.
 
It wasn’t much time, just enough to get lost in the moment, to feel the raw intensity of desire before it would slip away.
 
Neetu’s gaze softened for a moment as she looked at Sirisha. “But,” she added, her voice a silk thread weaving through the air, “there’s a catch.”
 
Sirisha’s breath hitched again. The playful tension between them crackled, thick with anticipation.
 
Neetu’s smile turned a little more wicked now. “The person who removes the clothing…,” she began, drawing out the words slowly, as if savoring every syllable, “…can only enjoy whatever was hidden beneath it on the other’s body for five minutes. No more, no less.”
 
A wave of heat washed over Sirisha, her skin prickling at the thought. Five minutes felt like both an eternity and an instant, a fleeting taste of what could be, a fleeting touch, a fleeting kiss before the moment was gone.
 
Sirisha swallowed hard, the tension thickening between them. She could already feel her body tingling, the idea of being touched, exposed, and enjoyed, but only for a brief time, making her heart race even faster.
 
It was as though the stakes had been raised, the desire between them becoming more intense, more urgent.
 
Neetu, sensing Sirisha’s reaction, gave a soft laugh, full of seductive promise. “It’s all about savoring the moment,” she murmured. “Feeling every touch, every brush, every shiver, knowing that it won’t last long.”
 
Ravi’s hand trailed lower along Sirisha’s back, resting just above her hips, where her breath caught in a sharp inhale. His gaze never left her face, reading her reactions, waiting for her permission to move forward.
 
“This game isn’t about winning,” Ravi added, his voice thick with anticipation. “It’s about letting go. Trusting each other enough to explore whatever comes next… without hesitation.”
 
Sirisha nodded, feeling a knot of excitement twist in her stomach. There was something dangerously freeing about it all. Five minutes of intense, unfiltered sensation, touching, tasting, feeling, before everything shifts again.
 
Neetu’s eyes flicked over the chits again, the gleam in her eyes never fading. “Shall we see what fate has in store for us?”
 
With that, she drew one of the slips from the bowl. Her fingers unfolded the paper slowly, the moment hanging between them.
 
She glanced at it briefly, then passed it to Ravi. A dark, knowing smile curled at the edges of her lips.
 
“I believe this will be… exciting,” she purred. Her voice dripped with anticipation.
 
Ravi’s fingers brushed the coin from his pocket, the weight of it in his hand suddenly seeming impossibly heavy.
 
The room had never felt more alive, the electric tension between them palpable.
 
“Let’s make it unforgettable,” he said, tossing the coin into the air with a flick of his wrist.

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