Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya’s hands moved to the drawstring of her petticoat, fingers toying with the knot. This was the last barrier. Beneath this, there would be nothing. Just her skin, her body, her truth.
 
She pulled the string, feeling the knot loosen.
 
The petticoat slipped down immediately, the fabric too loose to hold itself up, and it pooled around her feet on top of the emerald saree and cream-colored blouse. And then she was naked.
 
Completely, utterly, beautifully naked.
 
She stood frozen, unable to look away from her reflection. This was her body. This was the form she had been hiding under layers of silk and cotton, under the respectability of proper dress and proper behavior.
 
But there was nothing proper about the way she looked right now.
 
She looked like sin. She looked like temptation. She looked like everything a man could want.
 
Her breasts were magnificent in their natural state, heavy and round, with dark pink nipples that were hard and prominent.
 
They sat high and proud on her chest despite their size, perfect spheres that seemed to defy the laws of nature. When she breathed, they moved gently, and she found herself mesmerized by the sight.
 
Her waist was impossibly narrow in contrast to her hips, creating curves that seemed almost exaggerated in their femininity.
 
Her stomach was soft and gently rounded, not flat like a girl's but womanly, real. And below that, the dark triangle of hair that marked her as mature, as sexual, as someone who knew what desire felt like.
 
Her hips were wide and full, designed for a man's hands to grip. She turned again, looking over her shoulder at her reflection, and saw the generous curves of her bottom, round and firm, leading down to thick thighs that touched at the top.
 
Her legs were shapely, tapering down to delicate ankles and small feet.
 
She was the embodiment of classical Indian beauty, full-figured, curvaceous, voluptuous. The kind of woman painted in temple murals, carved in ancient stone, celebrated in poetry for thousands of years.
 
And she had been hiding this. Denying this. Pretending this body didn't exist beneath her dutiful exterior.
 
"My God," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Look at you."

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