Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The First Coin Toss

The draw had been made. Neetu’s bra was the first piece of clothing on the line. The weight of the moment settled over them like a thick fog, thick with anticipation, electric in its tension.
 
They were already so close, each of them just in their bras and panties, the game pushing them further into uncharted territory.
 
Neetu’s lips curled into a wicked smile. "Well, now that we have our first item," she purred, her voice dripping with warmth, "it’s time for the toss."
 

She scanned the room with a slow, deliberate gaze, before slipping off the couch. Her bare feet made soft, almost hypnotic sounds on the floor, each step a sensual rhythm that seemed to pulse through the air.
 
Dressed only in her bra and panties, Neetu moved with an effortless grace, the bare skin of her body accentuating every curve. For Sirisha, it was like a dream made flesh. She had seen Neetu Bhabhi in traditional clothes countless times in this very room, but this, this new, intimate version of her, was something entirely different.
 

So beautiful, so dangerously tempting.
 

Sirisha felt her breath catch, her heart quickening as she watched Neetu glide across the room. The tension in the air felt tangible, alive, like a string pulled taut between them.
 
The room seemed to grow smaller as Neetu moved toward the bookshelf, her body swaying ever so slightly.
 
Sirisha couldn’t help but follow her every movement, entranced by the delicate beauty of her curves, the way the soft fabric of Neetu’s lingerie clung to her skin, leaving little to the imagination.
 
As Neetu reached up to the top shelf, her fingers brushing against the old glass jar of coins, the action seemed to stretch out in slow motion. The sight of her like this, so close, so exposed, stirred something deep inside Sirisha.
 
The jar, once a forgotten relic of Vamsi’s travels, now felt like a symbol of everything that had shifted in the room.
 
Neetu picked up the coin, her fingers grazing its smooth, cool surface. Her back was turned to them as she slowly walked back toward the table, a soft laugh bubbling up from her chest as she rejoined the others.
 

She gave the coin a final, almost teasing glance, then turned to face them, her eyes bright with mischief. "No pockets," she teased, her voice light, but the heat behind it undeniable. "Had to improvise."

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