Adultery Priya Didi

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As her hands gently parted Neetu’s thighs



Coaxing them open with tender insistence.

Neetu’s body responded almost instinctively,

Her hips shifting as if inviting Sirisha in.

A shiver ran down her spine at the feel of Sirisha’s breath so close to her wetness in between her inner thighs

A tantalizing warmth hovering above her most sensitive parts.

Sirisha’s eyes flickered up to Neetu’s,

Watching the play of emotions in her gaze,

The hunger, the anticipation, the playful challenge.

“Relax Bhabhi,” Sirisha murmured softly,

Her lips brushing just above Neetu’s skin before placing a slow,

Delicate kiss near the soft curve of her inner thigh.

The kiss was gentle, almost reverent,

As if she was savoring every second of this intimacy.

Neetu’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into the sheets,

Waiting for the next touch.

Sirisha’s mouth moved lower,

The warmth of her lips skimming the sensitive skin with teasing slowness.

She placed another kiss, this time closer to her pussy,

Her lips brushing just shy of where Neetu wanted her most.

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With every inch that Sirisha descended



Neetu’s body responded, “Mmmmm..., Sirishaaa..” her legs trembling,

Her hands reaching out as if to draw her in closer,

To pull her deeper into the connection they were sharing.

Sirisha took her time, letting the anticipation build,

Feeling the charge between them rise,

As though they were both playing a delicate game of give and take.

As Sirisha’s lips finally met the softest part of Neetu’s body,

She looked up one last time,

Their gazes locking as she teased with a soft, lingering kiss.

“You taste just as sweet as I imagined Bhabhi...,” Sirisha whispered,

Her voice a breathless murmur, and her touch, soft, tender,

Moved with all the grace of a lover who knew exactly what the other needed.

Neetu gasped softly “Aaahhhh...”,

Her body arching toward Sirisha as if she could never get close enough.

Sirisha’s tongue moved with slow precision around Neetu Bhabhi's pussy lips,

Exploring, savoring, drawing out every sigh,

Every tremble of Neetu’s body beneath her.

Meanwhile, Ravi’s teasing still continued at Neetu’s other breast,

The competition of their attention, so playful,

Yet so full of desire, adding to the intensity of the moment.

Neetu could hardly keep up with the sensations,

Overwhelmed by the care, the teasing,

and the connection between the three of them.

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As Sirisha’s touch lingered


Teasing Neetu’s body with delicate kisses,

Her fingers trailing lightly over her skin, the room was thick with anticipation.

Neetu’s breath was shallow now,

Her chest rising and falling with each ragged gasp as her body responded to the sensations.

It was almost as if she could feel every inch of Sirisha’s lips and tongue

The heat of her mouth, the pressure of her touch, even from a distance.

Neetu’s hands tightened on the sheets,

Her fingers digging in as if she were trying to hold on to the moment.

The pleasure was building, slow and steady, like the rising tide,

Pulling her deeper into a world where nothing existed but the touch of the two people she’d come to trust so completely.

Ravi’s fingers gently traced the curve of Neetu’s side,

His presence a constant reminder of how much they were intertwined in this shared moment.

His hands, soft and steady,

Seemed to add a layer of grounding amidst the growing storm of sensation that enveloped her.

With every passing second, the connection between them deepened.

Sirisha’s touch became more confident,

Her lips more insistent against Neetu’s sensitive folds.

She could feel Neetu’s body responding, trembling beneath her,

And it made her heart race in time with the rhythm they were creating.

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Neetu’s voice broke the silence, low and breathless.


“I need... more...” she whispered, her words almost a plea,

Filled with desire and anticipation.

There was no shame, no hesitation, just raw, unfiltered need.

Sirisha paused, looking up to meet Neetu’s gaze.

The intensity of their connection was undeniable,

Something that went far beyond the physical.

“You’re ready,” Sirisha murmured, her voice soft and reassuring,

Yet thick with promise. “Let go, Neetu. We’re with you.”

With those words, the last vestiges of hesitation seemed to slip away from Neetu.

She was no longer just a participant in this moment, she was fully immersed,

Her body a vessel of desire, her heart in sync with both Ravi and Sirisha.

Slowly, as if savoring each moment, Sirisha continued her gentle exploration.

She bent down and lips continued exploraing Neetu’s pussy deliberately,


Sucking and kissing with intensified desire.

Her tongue going deeper and deeper licking every inch that she can reach.

Every touch felt like an offering, every movement deliberate and thoughtful.

Ravi’s hands, still moving in tandem with Sirisha’s,

Seemed to mirror the same tenderness,

His fingers caressing Neetu’s skin in the most intimate of ways.

Neetu’s breath quickened, her body trembling in anticipation,

The build-up of sensations finally cresting.

She felt herself on the edge, the tension unbearable,

But instead of feeling overwhelmed, there was a peace in it.

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An understanding that this moment was exactly where she was meant to be


Surrounded by two people who cared for her, who knew her in a way no one else could.

“I’m close...” Neetu breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t know if she was speaking to Ravi or to Sirisha, but in that moment, it didn’t matter.

They were together, and that was enough.

Sirisha’s lips lifted a little bit from Neetu's pussy,

Her breath warm against Neetu's wet and softest skin.

“Let it happen, Bhabhi,” she whispered,

Her words a soft encouragement. “You’ve earned this.”

Neetu’s body, as if finally given permission,

Gave way to the overwhelming wave of pleasure,

She reached the highest  orgasm she ever felt in her life

Every nerve alive and tingling as she let herself fully release into the moment.

The connection between them was electric,

An intimate symphony of sensations, a dance that needed no words.

Ravi pulled her close, his arms wrapped around her protectively as she let go,

Her body trembling in the aftershocks of release.

His lips pressed a soft kiss to her temple,

His touch a grounding force as she rode out the final tremors.

Sirisha leaned in, brushing her lips against Neetu’s pussy one last time,

offering a gentle kiss of her own, a soft, knowing gesture that said everything.

As the moment passed, Neetu exhaled shakily,

Her body slowly relaxing into the warmth of the bed,

Her hands resting against Sirisha’s and Ravi’s skin.

Her heart still pounded in her chest, but it was no longer a race,

It was a gentle rhythm, a peaceful understanding between them all.

They lay there for a moment, the air thick with the quiet afterglow,

Their bodies intertwined in an unspoken bond.

Sirisha’s hand rested gently over Neetu’s,

Her fingers tracing small circles as Ravi nestled beside them,

both of them content in the silence, letting Neetu savor the moment.

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“But I think I’m already addicted.” Sirisha whispered.

Neetu smiled into the kiss,

A slow, knowing smile that made Sirisha’s heart race.

“Then welcome to the journey.” And with that,


Neetu deepened the kiss again,

Her hands slipping beneath Sirisha’s skin,

Urging her to let go of the last fragments of hesitation, to let herself feel it all.

Ravi, still recovering from the intensity of their shared moments, leaned in,

His lips brushing the back of Sirisha’s neck in a gentle kiss.

“You’re both trouble,” he muttered,

Though his voice held nothing but affection.

“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As they lay there, bodies intertwined and breath steadying,

The weight of the moment lingered,

A warm cocoon of care, connection, and newfound discovery.

Sirisha felt a sense of peace she hadn’t known she needed,

Her body still humming from the pleasure but now at rest,

Surrounded by the comfort of the two people who had shared this moment with her.

And as Neetu pulled them both into a closer embrace,

Sirisha let out a contented sigh, her body relaxing into the warmth of their shared space.

“I think this is the start of something amazing,” Sirisha whispered,

Her voice thick with emotion, her lips pressing softly against Neetu’s.

Neetu smiled, a slow, knowing smile that spoke volumes.

“This is only the beginning.”

Ravi’s chest rose and fell in time with theirs,

His body exhausted but content,

His mind slowly drifting.

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Hi Friends

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this episode. 

It took me a couple of days to put it together, and I hope it meets your expectations. 

Your comments, feedback, and likes will help me understand what worked for you and what could be improved moving forward.

Please feel free to give me your thoughts, that helps me to mold this forward.

Best regards

-- Shailu

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He closed his eyes with a soft sigh


A smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Their bodies intertwined, the warmth of their love enveloping him like a cocoon,

Their breaths syncing in perfect harmony.

It felt so real, so vivid, as though the very air between them was alive with desire.

But then

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The shrill sound of his alarm sliced through the stillness,

Yanking him out of the warmth of the moment.

His heart thudded in his chest as the dream fractured into a thousand pieces,

The sharp edge of reality slicing through him.

His eyes snapped open, pulse racing,

And the room around him suddenly seemed dull and ordinary again.

The soft hum of the dream was gone,

Replaced by the mundane sights of his familiar surroundings

White walls, sunlight slanting through the window.

He was alone.

No Neetu. No Sirisha.

Just him, in the bed he’d woken in countless mornings before.

He blinked, disoriented for a moment, as if he could reach back into the dream.

But no matter how hard he tried, it slipped through his fingers like smoke.

He looked down at himself, still dressed in the same clothes from the night before.

A sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head, the echoes of the dream still tugging at his chest.

“It was just a dream,” he whispered, almost as if to convince himself.

His voice was thick with disbelief. “But it felt so real…”

A slow smile spread across his face, the corners of his mouth lifting with a bittersweet satisfaction.

“But what a dream…” he murmured, the warmth of it still radiating in his heart.

With a final, contented sigh, he snuggled back into his pillow, 

The dream’s lingering heat wrapping around him like a faint afterglow.

Friday morning.

Another day.

Another dream left behind.


But this one... this one would stay with him for ever.

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[Hotyyhard]

awesome as usual Shailu love each line u describe

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awesome as usual Shailu love each line u describe

Hi Hotyyhard

Aww, thank you so much! That really means a lot to me.

Glad you enjoyed it!

These responses help me motivated.

Best regards

-- Shailu

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Friday Morning – Back to Reality


Ravi stirred. The pale light of dawn filtered softly through the curtains of his bedroom, cool and uninviting.

He blinked slowly, the weight of sleep clinging to his lashes, refusing to leave.

The dream, her perfume, the way she had stood before him, the towel, her voice, still echoed faintly in the spaces between thought and memory.

His eyes opened fully now, landing on the plain ceiling above.

No golden shimmer. No soft breath in his ear. Just the quiet hum of the fan and the ticking of the clock.

7:12 AM.

He sat up slowly, dragging a hand through his hair.

A soft sigh escaped his lips.

Dreams like that didn’t just vanish.

They lingered. They tempted. They made the air heavier.

But today was Friday, and work awaited, emails, meetings, 

And tasks that wouldn’t pause just because his night had been drenched in warmth and fantasy.

He washed up, splashed cold water on his face, hoping it would sweep away the heat that still lingered under his skin.

Ravi stood in front of the mirror, buttoning his pale blue shirt.

The morning light filtered through the half, drawn curtains, painting faint stripes across his reflection.

He adjusted the collar, smoothed down the fabric, and for a moment, caught his own eyes in the glass, they looked more awake than he felt.

The hum of Mumbai outside was faint but steady. Somewhere in the kitchen, the kettle clicked off.

He slipped on his watch, not because he needed to check the time, but because it felt like the final piece of armour before stepping into the day.

By the time he was locking the door behind him, work thoughts had already begun to settle in. Reports to finish, calls to make. The usual grind.

He opened his task list, trying to anchor himself.

Work helped. 

As the minutes ticked into hours, his mind gradually settled into the flow, reviewing specs, catching up on messages from his team, hopping on a video call with a client.

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He responded thoughtfully, delivered updates clearly.


His teammates wouldn’t have guessed he’d had the most vivid dream of his life just a few hours ago.
 
By 12:45 PM, he leaned back in his chair and stretched.

Morning’s load was complete.

The afternoon was lighter.

A little editing work. A document to prepare.

And then...

His eyes flicked to his phone.

No messages yet from Neetu.

But there was a message from Priya Didi. 

The only person he cherishes the most.

Priya Didi:
“You’re too quiet today, Ravi. Busy or just ignoring me?”

He read it twice, his lips tugging into an involuntary smile.

Her messages always had that effect, simple words, yet they slipped under the skin, carrying more than they said.

He tapped the screen, fingers hovering, not typing yet.

Part of him wanted to reply instantly.

Another part wanted to let her wait, just to savoir the fact that she’d thought of him in the middle of her own day.

The office noise faded into the background.

He could almost picture her, the way she tilted her head when she teased,

The faint curve in her voice even when it was just text on a screen.

His thumb finally moved.

Ravi:
“Never ignoring you, Didi. Just trying to look responsible for a few hours.”

He hit send, leaned back in his chair, and for the next few minutes, the spreadsheets could wait.

But something told him that Friday wasn’t done with him just yet.

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Priya Didi:
"Busy day?"

A faint smile formed on his lips before he even unlocked the screen.

Ravi:
"Trying to look busy. Doesn’t seem to be working on you."

A pause. Three blinking dots appeared.

Priya:
"I can tell when your mind is elsewhere."

He leaned back in his chair, tapping the phone slowly.

Ravi:
"And where do you think my mind is?"

Priya:
"You want the polite answer or the real one?"

Ravi chuckled under his breath.

Ravi:
"The real one, of course."

Her reply came after a moment, as though she had considered each word carefully.

Priya:
"On things you won’t say out loud."

He stared at that line longer than he meant to.

She had a way of saying the most disarming things in the calmest tone.

Ravi:
"You’re assuming I keep secrets from you, Didi."

Priya:
"You do. Everyone does. But I don’t mind — some things are sweeter when left unspoken."

He sat there, the noise of the office fading into the background.

Her words were always like that, not quite a confession, not quite a tease,

But enough to make him feel like they were standing in the same room instead of separated by the city.

Ravi:
"What are you doing right now?"

Priya:
"Making tea. And thinking about you walking in, without warning, just to share it."

For a moment, he could almost see it, the dim light of her living room,

The quiet clink of her teacup, and the calm way she would glance at him before continuing whatever she was doing.

Ravi:
"Careful, Didi. I might take that as an invitation."

Priya:
"If you were coming, you wouldn’t need one."

The three dots blinked again, then disappeared.

She had left the thought hanging, deliberately, he knew.

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[readersp]

Wow!!! You and your wordplay..awesome!!! Keep rocking Shailu ji!!!

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Wow!!! You and your wordplay..awesome!!!  Keep rocking Shailu ji!!!

Hi readersp

Thank you for the compliments.  How was your weekend?  I didn't hear your comments on the previous episode.  Is everything alright? 

Thank you very much for your continued support.

-- Shailu

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Friday Evening – Back from Office, Trouble at the Door


The key turned.

The door opened.

Ravi stepped into 205, loosening his tie, exhaling a breath that tasted of the week’s exhaustion.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up, hair slightly tousled from the ride home,

And his face had that post-work sharpness, part fatigue, part focus still lingering in his eyes.

He barely dropped his bag onto the table when...

Ding-dong.

He frowned. Now who?

When he opened the door, she leaned against the frame with a smirk and a little tilt to her head,

Like a cat who’d already decided she was moving in.

Sirisha.

She was in a dusky pink sleeveless crop top, the fabric hugging her delicate frame,

Just short enough to tease the perfect curve of her waist.

The top, with its soft sheen under the dim light, complemented her light blue jeans,

Which sat low on her waist and outlined her toned figure.

The denim clung to her legs with effortless ease, the fabric a bit worn, but it gave her an effortlessly cool vibe.

She had slipped off her sandals, and the casual way she stood at the door made her look like she owned the space.

Her hair was swept up into a loose, soft bun, but a few rebellious strands framed her face,

One curling down to rest near her cheek, the other just grazing her shoulder.

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It looked almost deliberate


Like she had stepped out of a magazine, yet so effortlessly put-together.

Ravi’s breath caught for a moment.

His pulse quickened, and his mind wandered to the lingering warmth of the dream from last night,

Where Neetu and Sirisha had both been there, closer than ever.

He remembered the way Neetu had smiled at him, the way Sirisha had caught his gaze with a teasing, dangerous look.

But now… Sirisha was standing there in front of him, in real life.

And he couldn’t ignore how she looked, radiant, disarming,

The kind of beauty that felt like it could knock the breath out of him, yet she wore it so casually.

She had the kind of effortless charm that made you forget to breathe for a second.

"Wow. Look at you," she said, scanning him slowly. "Mr. Office Boy, all grown up."

"You’re early," he muttered, feeling the heat rise in his chest.

"For what?" she grinned. "I didn’t say I was coming."

"And yet… here you are."

She brushed past him, inviting herself in without waiting.

The scent of her coconut-lavender shampoo lingered in the air after she walked by, filling the space around him.

It was fresh, calming, but also too familiar in an unsettling way, like something that made his heart beat just a little faster.

"I was bored," she announced, collapsing onto the couch with ease, her movements fluid and effortless.

"And I figured, why not spend some time with the only guy who’s not scared of me."

"I might be," Ravi said, pulling off his shoes. "After yesterday, I’m considering it."

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"Don’t pretend," she teased, 



Looking up at him. "You missed me."

He raised a brow. "Let me freshen up. Unless you plan to follow me into the bathroom too."

She leaned back, eyes narrowing with a wicked smile.

"Tempting. But no, I’ll wait. I want to see how cute you look after washing off that ‘office stress.’"

Ravi rolled his eyes, chuckling, and headed inside.

By the time he returned, freshly washed face, changed into a relaxed t-shirt and tracks,

She had kicked off her sandals, curled her feet onto the couch,

And was flipping through some magazine she found on the shelf — which she was clearly not reading.

"You live like a sad little IT boy," she said dramatically, looking around.

"No fairy lights. No snacks. No music. Where's the vibe?"

"You’re the vibe," he said without thinking, his eyes now lingering on her every movement,

The way her top clung to her torso and how her jeans fit her perfectly.

She blinked, a slow smile blooming. "Tch. Stop it. I might fall in love."

He laughed, settling onto the other side of the couch. "You already did."

"Not with you. With that blue t-shirt. Makes you look like… you know."

"Like what?"

She leaned in, voice softer, her eyes locking with his. "Like trouble."

He didn’t move away. Didn’t have to.

The air between them pulsed differently than it did even a day ago.

She wasn’t the little college girl next door anymore. And she wasn’t acting like one.

"I’m going to stay here for a bit," she said casually, as if she had all the right to.

"Babhi knows. She said to be careful though…"

He raised a brow. "Careful?"

"Yeah, she said if I flirt too much with you, someone might get jealous."

He didn’t bite.

Sirisha smirked. "You don’t want to know who?"

"I already know," he said, meeting her eyes. “But I’m not scared of her either.”

She grinned and stretched.

Her top rode up slightly, teasing a delicate glimpse of her navel.

She caught him looking, didn’t mind.

"I like this version of you," she said quietly. “Playful. Confident.”

He didn’t reply. Just looked at her for a moment longer than he probably should have.

The temptation of her presence, the vulnerability beneath her confident words, made it hard to think clearly.

He should be focusing on the situation, not the way her body seemed to draw his attention effortlessly.

"Okay," she clapped her hands. "Let’s eat something. I’m hungry."

"You show up uninvited, make fun of me, flirt shamelessly, and now you want food?"

"Yes," she said sweetly, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "That’s the Sirisha Combo Pack. Deal with it."

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The Unexpected


Ravi had just stepped out of the bathroom,

Feeling fresher and lighter after the long workday.

He ran a towel once through his damp hair and stepped into the living room.

But the moment he looked up

He stopped...

And there she was.

Sirisha had made herself quite at home, curling up on one end of the couch, legs tucked under her,

Scrolling through something on her phone.

She had slipped off her sandals and was lounging casually, her playful energy still alive in every movement.

Her crop top, pale pink and softly ribbed, was cut a touch shorter than usual today.

It hugged her frame like second skin,

Rising just enough to expose the lower curve of her ribcage and the silken flatness of her stomach.

But what caught him off guard wasn’t the top

It was the jeans.

Low-waist. Hugging her hips perfectly.

The waistband rested boldly below her navel,

Sitting on the curve of her pelvic bone like it had been stitched for her body alone.

A thin silver tag glinted where the denim folded just slightly inward at her waist.

That bare stretch of skin between the hem of her top and the dip of those jeans,

It was intoxicating.

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Smooth, untouched, softly glowing in the evening light, it was a sight he wasn’t prepared for.



He had always known she was attractive, even charming. But this?

This was different.

He swallowed.

There was something audaciously beautiful about that bold display of skin, not vulgar,

Not deliberate, but youthful, natural, and strikingly sensual.

His eyes lingered for half a second too long, then he turned away, trying to exhale quietly.

His chest felt warm.

As soon as she heard him walk in, she looked up and grinned.

“Look at you, all showered and shiny. You smell like something expensive,” she teased,

Narrowing her eyes dramatically. “Not bad, bhayya.”

He laughed, running a hand through his hair, “You're talking like I’m an exhibition piece.”

She stood, stretching with a little exaggerated yawn.

Her arms lifted, making her crop top rise just a little more, a teasing flash of her toned midriff.

“I’m starving, bhayya. That tea from the college canteen was a disaster,” she whined.

Ravi smiled, “There’s juice in the fridge. You want?”

“I’m already on it,” she declared and skipped into the kitchen, her silver anklets chiming gently.

A moment later, she returned, holding the large juice bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other.

She placed the glasses on the coffee table and began pouring the juice.

“You know what I love?” she said casually.