Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi wanted her. And standing here, topless, admiring her own body,
 
She finally admitted that she wanted him too.
 
Her hands moved to the waist of her saree, fingers finding the edge where it was tucked into her petticoat.
 
The silk had been wrapped around her so many times she'd lost count, layer upon layer creating the elegant dbang, but now she wanted it gone. She wanted to see herself without barriers, without the armor of respectability that the saree provided.
 
She began to unwrap.
 
The pleats at the front came loose first, the carefully arranged folds falling free, and she pulled the length of silk around her body.
 
With each unwinding rotation, more of her was revealed, the shape of her hips beneath the thin petticoat, the curve of her thighs, the length of her legs.
 
The saree puddled at her feet in a pool of emerald silk, joining the pallu already there, and she stepped out of it carefully, her eyes never leaving the mirror.
 
Now she stood in just her petticoat, and the difference was staggering. The petticoat was a simple cotton garment, tied at the waist with a drawstring, falling to her ankles. But it hid nothing of her shape.
 
She could see every curve, every line of her body beneath the thin, slightly translucent fabric.
 
Her breasts rose proudly above the petticoat's waistline, bare and beautiful, and below, she could see the generous curve of her hips, the fullness that made the petticoat cling to her body.
 
The fabric molded to her, showing the roundness of her bottom, the thickness of her thighs, every womanly curve.
 
She turned to see her profile, and the sight made her flush with something between pride and desire.
 
From the side, her figure was even more dramatic.
 
The thrust of her bare breasts, the dip of her waist, the full roundness of her bottom, the curve of her thighs, it was the kind of figure that belonged in paintings, in sculptures, in the fantasies of men who appreciated real women.
 
She thought of Ravi seeing her like this, and heat flooded through her body.
 
Would he think she was beautiful? She knew he would. She had seen it in his eyes already, even with all her layers. But like this? With nothing but thin cotton between his gaze and her naked skin? The thought made her tremble.

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