Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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She could see the flush that had spread from her face down to her neck and chest, painting her skin with the evidence of her arousal. She could see her nipples, hard and dark, and the slight parting of her thighs that she hadn't consciously chosen.
 
"This is what he would see," she whispered to her reflection. If Ravi were here right now, if by some miracle or mistake he walked into this bathroom, this is what he would see.
 
A woman in the full flower of her sexuality, naked and flushed with desire, her body practically begging to be touched.
 
The thought should have shamed her. Instead, it inflamed her.
 
She wondered if he thought about her. If he lay in bed at night and remembered the curve of her waist, the sway of her hips, the way her saree clung to her body.
 
Did he imagine what she looked like without it?
Did he picture her breasts, her thighs, the softness of her stomach?
Did he touch himself while thinking of her?
 
The image of Ravi, alone in his bed, his hand wrapped around himself, thinking of her, it made her gasp. It made heat flood through her body in a rush that left her dizzy. It made her desperately, achingly aroused.
 
She pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the building pressure there, but it only made it worse. She could feel her own wetness, the evidence of how much her body wanted what her mind kept saying she couldn't have.
 
"This is wrong," she whispered, but the words held no conviction. Her body was singing with need, every nerve alive and demanding attention.
 
Her breasts felt heavy and aching, her nipples so sensitive that even the air moving across them felt like a caress. And between her legs, she throbbed with a need that was becoming impossible to ignore.
 
She looked at herself one more time, memorizing the image. This woman in the mirror, beautiful, sensual, alive with desire, this was her. This was who she was beneath all the roles and expectations.
 
This was the woman Ravi had awakened without even trying.
 
And this was the woman who desperately needed release.
 
She turned away from the mirror and walked to the shower, her legs slightly unsteady.

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