Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya’s hands moved across her body now with more confidence, more appreciation. She cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in her palms, and gasped at the sensation. They were so sensitive, every nerve ending awake and aware.
 
Her nipples pressed into her palms, hard points that sent shivers down her spine when she touched them.
 
She thought of Ravi's hands. Large hands, with long fingers. She had noticed them, of course. Had noticed the way they moved when he gestured, the strength in them when he had helped move a heavy pot in the kitchen.
 
What would those hands feel like on her breasts? Would he be gentle or rough? Would he tease her nipples the way she was doing now, or would he be more direct?
 
The thought made her moan softly, and the sound shocked her. She had made that sound. Priya, the respectful wife, the dutiful daughter-in-law, had just moaned at the thought of another man touching her.
 
But she didn't stop.
 
Her hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist, feeling the dip and swell of her hips.
 
Her skin was so soft, so warm, and every touch sent little sparks of pleasure through her. She had never explored her own body like this, had never taken the time to appreciate what she had.
 
Intimacy with her husband was dutiful, quick, performed in darkness under covers. This, this slow appreciation, this sensual exploration, was entirely new.
 
She slid her hands around to her bottom, feeling the full curves there, and squeezed gently. The flesh yielded under her fingers, soft and abundant, and she imagined Ravi's hands there, gripping her, pulling her against him.
 
Would he appreciate her fullness? Would he love the softness of her body, the way she curved and yielded?
 
Heat was building in her, pooling low in her belly, between her thighs. She could feel herself responding to her own touch, to her own thoughts, and it was intoxicating. Her body knew what it wanted, even if her mind was still trying to resist.
 
She turned to face the mirror fully again, her hands dropping to her sides. From this angle, she could see everything, the proud thrust of her breasts, the narrow span of her waist, the flare of her hips, the triangle of dark hair.

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