Adultery Priya Didi

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Wednesday Morning — Part Nine: Shirts Come Off

 
Ravi’s eyes lingered on Priya, still in her blouse and petticoat, radiant and teasing, every curve and contour illuminated by the soft morning light.
 
Her laughter, low and musical, filled the room as she circled him slowly, teasing, deliberate, confident in the power she held over him in this moment.
 
She stopped in front of him, eyes glinting, a slow, intimate smile playing at the corners of her lips.
 
“You’ve enjoyed the view long enough,” she murmured, voice soft, teasing, intimate. “It’s only fair. You’ve seen something of me… now it’s time for me to see something of you.”
 
Ravi’s pulse hammered in his chest.
 
“She’s taking the lead… and I want her to. I want everything she gives me today… every teasing glance, every touch, every little command.”
 
“I… I’ll take my shirt off, Didi,” he said quietly, voice low and warm, “if you want.”
 
Priya shook her head slowly, hair brushing over her shoulders.
 
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “No,” she said softly, deliberately. “I want to… remove it. I want to do it.”
 
Ravi swallowed hard, heat pooling low in his chest. “You… you’ll do that?” he murmured, voice rough with desire.
 
Her smile deepened, slow and teasing.
 
“Yes. I want to,” she whispered, her hands hovering near the hem of his shirt. “And you… you will enjoy every second.”
 
He nodded, unable to resist her, stepping closer, letting her guide him.
 
She reached up, fingers brushing the fabric of his shirt, tracing the lines of his shoulders, the planes of his chest, the curve of his biceps.
 
Every movement was deliberate, teasing, intimate.
 

Ravi shivered under her touch, every nerve alive, every inch of his skin alert.