Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Neetu tossed the coin. If it will be heads, Ravi will remove Sirisha’s Bra, else, she will. It spun in the air, a flash of silver, before landing in her palm. She turned it slowly, savoring the reveal.
 
Tails.
 
The word alone seemed to thrum through the air like a drumbeat.
 
Neetu’s smile deepened, slow and sultry. She leaned closer, her loose braid brushing against her collarbone as her eyes flicked between Ravi and Sirisha. “Looks like it’s me.”
 
Sirisha’s stomach lurched, a heady mix of dread and excitement. The thought of Neetu, her Bhabhi, slipping away the last piece of modesty she clung to sent sparks racing along every nerve.
 
She wanted to protest, to cover herself tighter, but the warmth in Neetu’s gaze held her fast, rooted her in place.
 
Ravi exhaled, a sound so low it was almost a growl. Watching them, his chest tightened painfully. The game was no longer just a game.
 
It was unfolding into something raw, dangerous, breathtaking, and he could do nothing but stand at the edge of it, watching cute little Sirisha’s innocence teeter between hesitation and surrender.
 
Neetu let the coin slide slowly down her palm, its soft scbang against her skin an almost deliberate tease. She leaned forward, her breath brushing against Sirisha’s ear. “Fate has spoken,” she whispered, her tone velvet-rich. “It’s my turn… to guide you. It is my turn… to un robe you. It is my turn… to taste those gorgeous and delicious fruits you have beta”
 
Sirisha shivered. The nearness of Neetu’s voice, the authority beneath its gentleness, sent a shudder through her chest. Her fingers twitched at her bra strap again, wanting to both cling to it and surrender it at the same time.
 
Neetu’s hand rose, not yet touching, just hovering, close enough for Sirisha to feel the warmth of her palm radiating over her bare shoulder. The anticipation of that contact, the inevitability of what came next, made her breath hitch sharply.
 
Her inner voice quivered: This is happening. She’s going to touch me. She’s going to take it away…
 
And Neetu, steady, patient, smiled knowingly. She wasn’t rushing, she wanted Sirisha to drown in this moment of waiting, of aching, until surrender was the only choice left.
 
“Shall we, beta?” she asked again, this time softer, more dangerous, her eyes never leaving Sirisha’s.
 
Ravi’s nails dug lightly into his palm as he watched. His breath came unsteady, his mind screaming at him to remember the line, the boundary. 

Yet his heart, his body, told him there was no line anymore. 

Only this, this beautiful unraveling before his eyes.

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