Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
His pulse leapt at the thought.
 
"Yes," he breathed, voice rough with desire.
 
"Yes, Didi.
 
I’ll do it."
 
Priya’s smile deepened, satisfaction and anticipation mixing in her expression.
 
"Then kneel Ravi," she whispered, voice soft but commanding.
 
"And show me."
 
Ravi lowered himself to his knees before her for the second time that morning.
 
The position felt different now, more intimate, more weighted with meaning, the closeness pressing against him physically and emotionally.
 
Before, he had opened her blouse and bra, revealing her breasts.
 
Now, he was about to remove the last barrier to the most intimate part of her, the petticoat, a final veil between him and the secret of her body.
 
From his kneeling position, his eyes were level with her waist.
 
The petticoat wrapped her hips in soft, slightly worn white cotton.
 
Comfortable, unassuming, and yet tantalizing in its modesty.
 
Its drawstring was tied in a neat bow, the ends hanging delicately down.
 
But it wasn’t the garment itself that captivated him, it was what it concealed.
 
Above, her breasts rose and fell with rapid, uneven breaths, still glistening from his worship, nipples firm, flushed, alive under his gaze.
 
Her bare midriff was a canvas of smooth, pale skin, narrowing elegantly at the waist, the gentle curves leading down to where the petticoat clung to her hips.
 
Below, he could see her delicate ankles and feet, toes curling slightly in anticipation.
 
Priya stood above him, hands at her sides, watching him with eyes heavy with desire, dark and luminous.
 
"Whenever you’re ready," she murmured, voice soft yet edged with need.
 
Ravi inhaled slowly, steadying himself, the weight of the moment pressing down, both thrilling and terrifying.
 
He leaned forward.
 
His face approached her lower stomach, immediately sensing the warmth radiating from her skin.
 
Her scent enveloped him, warm, feminine, tinged with arousal, intoxicating.
 
His nose brushed lightly against the curve just above the drawstring.
 
Priya gasped softly, shivering at the contact.
 
The skin beneath his lips was soft, warm, slightly rounded, utterly feminine.