Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

.

 

The thought of Ravi made her breath catch. What would he do if he saw her like this?
 
If somehow her pallu slipped, if she bent forward to serve him food and these top two buttons were undone? H
 
is eyes would drop to her chest, how could they not?, and he would see this hint of cleavage, this promise of what lay beneath.
 
Would he look away quickly, embarrassed? Or would his gaze linger, drinking in the sight of her curves?
 
She bent forward slightly, leaning toward the mirror, and watched as gravity did its work. Her breasts shifted in the bra, pressing forward, and suddenly her cleavage was much more pronounced.
 
The valley between her breasts deepened, the soft flesh pushing up against the constraints of lace and fabric.
 
From this angle, she could see the full swell of both breasts, could see how they pressed together, creating that perfect line that men's eyes always seemed drawn to.
 
"Oh," she breathed, surprised by how much more revealing this simple position was.
 
If she bent like this in front of Ravi, to pick up something she'd dropped, or to set a plate on a low table, he would see this. All of this.
 
The deep cleavage, the curves of her breasts threatening to spill from her bra, the soft skin that looked so touchable, so inviting.
 
Would his hands clench at his sides, fighting the urge to reach out? Would he imagine cupping her breasts, feeling their weight in his palms? Would he picture peeling away these layers to see what she looked like completely bare?
 
She straightened up slowly, watching her breasts settle back into place, and her fingers were already moving to the third button before she consciously decided to undo it.
 
Click. The third button came free.
 
Now the opening reached nearly to her sternum, and the view was significantly more revealing. She could see the full curves of both breasts, the way they swelled above the cups of her bra.
 
The lace was fully visible now, delicate cream-colored lace with tiny floral embroidery, and beneath it, she could see the shadow of her darker skin, the hint of her nipples pressing against the fabric.
 
Her hands moved to her breasts again, this time cupping them properly through the layers of blouse and bra.

.