Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

“Are you ready, Sirisha?” His voice was almost a whisper,


Thick with tenderness that contrasted the raw hunger building between them.

For a moment, Sirisha didn’t speak.

She opened her eyes, locking with his, her gaze soft but filled with desire, and something more: trust.

But even through the trust, there was a hesitation, a slight nervousness in the way her lips trembled, like she was unsure of how far she should let herself go.

Her lips parted as she gasped, her chest rising sharply.

Her eyes held his with a depth that left no room for doubt.

“Yes, Bhayya,” she breathed, her voice trembling but sure. “I want this. I want you.”

The words hit him like a rush of warmth, pushing his heart into overdrive.

Without breaking their connection, he slowly removed the bra strap, his fingers brushing the delicate skin of her back.

His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if she were something fragile, something precious.

As the bra slipped from her shoulders, Ravi moved his hands to her waist, gently guiding her into a seated position on the couch.

His eyes never left hers.

She was fully exposed now from her waist up, but it felt like she was still wrapped in the trust they had built together, vulnerable, open, and so incredibly beautiful.

Her body was open, but there was still a soft vulnerability in the way she seemed to pull back slightly, unsure yet willing, her shyness only adding to her beauty.

Ravi paused for a moment, simply drinking in the sight of her before him.

His gaze roamed over her bare skin, noting every curve, every breath she took.

She was his.

And he was going to make this moment last.

His fingers brushed over her skin again, gliding lightly across the curve of her breasts.

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He felt the soft rise and fall of her chest beneath his touch, her body reacting to him in the most intimate of ways.


Her nipples hardened beneath his fingertips, begging for more attention.

“I can feel you,” Ravi murmured, his voice thick with desire.

His hand found her right nipple, gently cupping it in his palm before squeezing it, feeling the heat radiating from her. “Every part of you... I feel it.”

Sirisha’s breath hitched at the sensation, her chest rising and falling more rapidly now.

She leaned into him, her hands moving to his chest, but he gently cupped her face, guiding her back against the cushions.

She was so close to him, yet the distance between them felt like miles, and all he wanted was to close that gap, to feel every inch of her body pressed against his.

With one hand, Ravi caressed her cheek, his fingers tracing the curve of her jawline as his other hand slid to her waist, the deliberate touch making her body shudder beneath him.

He could feel the pulse in her neck, the rapid beat of her heart that matched his own.

Her body was responding to him, leaning into him, shying away just slightly, as if she was still unsure.

But her hands, her voice, her eyes, they all told him she wanted this, even if she was a little unsure of herself.

His lips finally moved to her chest.

He kissed the delicate skin just above her breast, the sensation of her warmth against his lips igniting a wave of heat through his body.

Slowly, he moved lower, just enough to kiss the soft swell of her breast.

His mouth found her nipple, taking it into his mouth, gently licking it with his tongue.

The contrast between the softness of her skin and the hardening sensitivity of her nipple sent a surge of electricity through his body.

Ravi felt his control slipping away, but he held on, unwilling to rush.

Not now.

Not when this moment was everything.

“Tell me you’re okay,” he whispered against her skin, his voice hoarse with need.

His lips brushed against the softness of her breast as he pulled away just enough to see her face.

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She gasped, her hands sliding up to his head as she pulled him closer, her voice breathless, thick with desperation.


“I’m more than okay,” she breathed, her body arching toward him, 

A silent plea in her movements. “I’m with you, Ravi.”

Her words, the way her body clung to him, the fire in her eyes—it was everything he needed to hear.

Ravi moved again, his lips trailing from one nipple to the other, tasting the velvety softness of her skin, taking his time to savor each delicate curve.

His hand drifted to the other breast, still warm from his mouth, lingering, feeling the pulse of her body beneath his fingertips.

Slowly, he cupped both breasts, his fingers pressing gently into their softness, as if testing the weight of her skin against his touch.

The sensation made Sirisha gasp again, her body instinctively pressing forward, silently urging him on.

Her breasts stood in graceful, flawless shape, a vision of elegance that met his hand with soft, gentle resistance. The delicate weight of them felt like warm silk stretched over sculpted muscle, velvety smooth, yet undeniably firm, yielding just enough to remind him of their perfect, feminine strength. When he cupped them, they were so full, so abundant, that they spilled over his fingers, demanding the use of both hands to fully embrace their generous curves. Soft as butter, yet with a solid, unyielding fullness that seemed to fill his palms entirely, they were way more than a handful, alive and pliable, yet unshakably strong, as if every inch of them had been crafted to perfection.

But Ravi wasn’t rushing. He was lost in the feel of her, his hands exploring, caressing, savoring the delicate weight of her breasts as though he were memorizing every inch of her.


He pulled her left breast into his mouth, as much as he could, though only a small portion fit, enveloping it completely, tasting the rich warmth of her skin. His lips and tongue explored every inch, drinking her in like a rare, precious treasure he couldn’t get enough of. When he withdrew, the imprint of his mouth lingered, a small, perfect globe left behind on the soft curve of her fuller breast, like a fleeting but cherished memory. His gaze lingered, entranced by the way her skin seemed to hold the shape of him, as though he wanted to take in every part of her, savoring the warmth and softness, the way each inch of her breast seemed to demand his complete attention.


"Ahh... Bhayyaa," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and surrender. "I’ve never felt like this before... you’re making me lose control." Her words fluttered out, each one a soft plea, as her body pressed closer to him, desperate to feel more.

Reluctantly, he left her left breast behind, his lips lingering for just a moment longer, as if savoring the last trace of its warmth. But his hunger wasn’t satisfied yet. Slowly, he moved to the other breast, his hands guiding it toward him, eager to experience every inch of its fullness. His lips found it, the soft, inviting curve of her breast meeting his mouth with the same reverence, the same need. He pulled it in, as much as he could, his mouth enveloping the tender flesh, tasting her warmth with a longing that made his entire body ache. Every inch of her, every soft, perfect curve, seemed to hold him captive, and he explored it with the same insatiable desire, as though he couldn’t possibly take enough. When he withdrew, his lips left their imprint, a perfect, lingering shape on her breast, marking it with the same reverence, the same consuming need. His gaze drank it all in, the way her skin seemed to hold the memory of him, the way he felt so deeply connected to every inch of her. He wanted more. He needed more.

Each touch was purposeful, measured—but with every stroke, the tension between them grew, winding tighter and tighter.

"Mmm… Bhayyaa... Ouch… " she gasped, her breath catching. "You’re driving me wild... I can’t stop." Her voice quivered with the weight of her need, every inch of her body urging him on, as though she couldn’t hold back any longer.

He could feel her skin against his face, the heat of her body, 

And the soft shudders that passed through her as she responded to him.

She gasped again, the sound stirring him, making his pulse race even faster.

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His longing deepened, an ache that couldn’t be satisfied.

He cradled her left breast in both hands, drawing it gently toward his mouth, his gaze lingering on the soft curve before he captured one of her nipples between his lips. Slowly, he pulled it into his mouth, suckling it with the same deep reverence as though he were drawing the very essence from her, each movement slow and deliberate, savoring every sensation. The warmth of his mouth, combined with the gentle pressure of his tongue, made her body tremble, sending waves of pleasure through her, as her nipple hardened, becoming sensitive beneath his touch. She was on the edge now, every pulse of his mouth making her breath catch, her body responding urgently. 

When he finally released her nipple, the darker area around it bloomed with a radiant, flushed hue, the hard, sensitive nub now a testament to the intensity of his touch—a perfect imprint of his affection.


"Ahh... Bhayyaa," she murmured, her voice soft yet filled with urgency. "You’re making me uncontrollable... Please, don’t stop." Her lips parted in a breathless sigh, her body pressed closer, as though she needed every part of him to fill the emptiness inside.

As his mouth moved from her left breast, he could feel her body urging him forward, her chest rising and falling with rapid breath. 

Sirisha’s hands slid behind his head, her fingers threading through his hair as she gently, but urgently, pressed him against her right breast.

He felt the heat of her skin, the soft curve that invited him to continue, to give it the same slow, deliberate attention. With a low murmur, he moved to her other breast, his both hands cupping it with equal reverence as he latched onto her sensitive nipple. He pulled it into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then more deeply, as though savoring the very essence of her. Her nipple responded almost immediately, hardening, becoming exquisitely sensitive under his mouth, and with each pull, her breath caught, her body pressing more insistently into him. 

The urgency in her touch, the way her hands held him close, sent a rush of heat through him, and when he finally released her nipple, the soft, darkened area around it flushed with a radiant glow, an imprint of his affection, just as it had been on the left.

"Aahhhhaaaa..." she whispered, her voice thick with longing. "You’re making me burn inside... I can’t take it anymore Bhayyaaa." Her hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, as her body arched into him, unable to resist the fire building within her.

Her breasts grew tender beneath his attention, each touch making him ache with raw, undeniable desire.

His lips traced the curve of her skin between her breasts, brushing against her collarbone, as his hands cupped both breasts now, feeling their perfect softness in his palms.

The way her body responded, arching toward him, her soft moans slipping from her lips,  only heightened his hunger.

Ravi continued, his touch slow, deliberate, not rushing. This wasn’t just about the physical; it was about something deeper. 

A connection. 

A quiet exchange of trust, of intimacy.

"Bhayyaa..." she breathed, her words full of awe and desperation. "You make me want things I’ve never dared... I’m losing myself in you." Her chest heaved against him, her hands desperate for more, clinging to him as though she could never get enough.

He wanted to give her everything, to make her feel every second of this, every emotion they were sharing with every touch, every kiss.

His hands never stopped moving, his lips never left her skin, each exploration more tender than the last.

And in those moments, it felt like a world of its own,

Just the two of them, drawing closer, the space between them narrowing with every breath.

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[ananth1986]

Just sucking her nipples , but by your explanaion it is more and more sexy. Super description. Reading a story or watching a porn cant make so high as your story narration. Thank you.

[shailu4ever]

Just sucking her nipples , but by your explanaion it is more and more sexy. Super description. Reading a story or watching  a porn cant make so high as your story narration. Thank you.

Hi Ananth sir

Thank you so much for your thoughtful feedback and compliments! 

I’m really glad to hear that the emotions and descriptions in the story resonated with you. That means a lot to me! 

I strive to create a vivid experience, so it’s wonderful to know that you felt that connection. 

Coming from you, these compliments are truly an honor, and I deeply appreciate you taking the time to share them.

I truly appreciate your continued support.  That keeps me motivated.

Thank you very much

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Edge of Surrender


Ravi slowly lowered himself,

Never breaking eye contact with her as he carefully unbuttoned her shorts.

His movements were deliberate, sensual, as he gently pulled them down, his lips brushing against her skin with every inch.

The intimacy of the moment made everything feel heightened, as if time itself had slowed.

Finally, he removed the shorts completely, tossing them aside.

Sirisha could feel the warmth of Ravi’s lips as they brushed against the delicate skin of her stomach.

It was an incredibly intimate space, one that made her feel vulnerable yet exposed. But there was no fear, not with him.

She trusted him completely to make her feel safe, to guide her through this moment without judgment, to push aside any inhibitions she might have.

He looked up at her face.

She had closed her eyes, her mouth slightly open, lips parted as a soft moan escaped. "Open your legs for me," he whispered hoarsely.

She opened them slightly but not enough for him.

So, with one hand on each of her thighs, he gently pushed them apart until they were spread wide for his view.


His mouth moved lower, tracing the curve of her hip.

She felt his breath against her skin as he paused just at the top of her thighs.

He was so close, yet there was a clear restraint in his touch, a purposeful hesitation.

The thought sent a shiver through her, not because she wasn’t prepared, but because it made her realize just how much she wanted him.


His lips brushed against the inside of her thigh, and she gasped, her body tensing at the sensation.

He was so close to where she needed him most, yet he held back, teasing her with the slow build-up.

Sirisha couldn't help but squirm beneath his touch, feeling him smile against her skin, savoring the anticipation.

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He pushed aside her panties


But left them wrapped loosely around her legs, the fabric clinging to her skin in a way that heightened the sensation against her sensitive flesh.

Ravi’s hand moved between her legs again.

He slowly removed the last barrier, pushing aside her panties completely, allowing his fingers to glide against her now fully exposed flesh.

He took his time, letting her body adjust to each new touch, her mind sinking into the moment as she relaxed into his care.


Sirisha reacted immediately; her slender fingers covered her pussy, as if trying to shield her vulnerability from his gaze.

Her eyes met his, and she offered a soft, shy smile. “Chee… Bhayyaa…  Ayyoo... I feel shy…”

Ravi’s expression softened, but his desire was unmistakable as he reached for her wrists.

With gentle insistence, he pulled her hands away from her body.

“It’s beautiful, Sirisha,” he murmured, his voice thick with longing.

“Let me see all of you. No secrets between us, remember? We’re in the circle of trust.”

She hesitated, her fingers still shyly covering herself, but the moment she tried to pull her hands back, Ravi was already gently but firmly guiding them down. “Ayyo… stop Bhayya, I cannot…” Her face flushed with the effort to keep herself hidden, but his touch was unyielding.

Slowly, he moved her hands away, revealing her magnificent, yummy and virgin pussy to him fully.


“Cheee… You are very shameless Bhayya…” she whispered, covering her face with her hands, a deep flush spreading across her cheeks.


A quiet surrender washed over her, and she relaxed into his hold.

With a gentle motion, he spread her thighs wide, exposing her completely to him.

The sensation of being so utterly vulnerable took her breath away, but instead of fear, there was a thrilling sense of acceptance, of trust.

She didn’t want to pull back.

This moment was as much hers as it was his.

She wanted him to see her, every part of her, as she truly was.

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[readersp]

This is writing at its best.. Sensual and erotic..All good things need lots of patience.. Great going!!!

[shailu4ever]

This is writing at its best.. Sensual and erotic..All good things need lots of patience.. Great going!!!

Hi readersp

Wow, thank you so much for your compliments. Hearing you say my writing is “sensual and erotic” really makes me blush. 

Your words mean so much, and coming from you, they feel extra special. Don’t stop spoiling me with such compliments, I could get addicted.

Thank you very much for your continued support.

With best regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Exposed Beauty of the Virgin 


Her smooth skin glistened in the daylight spilling into the room, flushed with warmth as she caught her breath. Every inch of her seemed to beg for his attention, and Ravi’s gaze lingered with a raw hunger that made her shiver. She felt exposed, utterly vulnerable, yet thrillingly alive under his stare.

Ravi’s eyes were glued to her virgin pussy, his mind racing with dark, greedy thoughts of what he wanted to do with that delicate pink flesh. The way it was spread open, teasing him, drove a low growl from deep in his chest. She was tempting him with every curve, every soft, glistening fold, and he could feel his control slipping.

Her pussy was almost completely bare, save for a thin strip of soft curls above it. The pale skin of her thighs contrasted perfectly with the tender warmth of her folds. If it weren’t for that faint trail of hair, she might have seemed entirely bare, impossibly soft, almost painfully delicate.

Her lower lips were full and swollen, begging silently to be kissed, nibbled, worshipped. They glistened with her natural juices, pink and slick, just slightly puffed from his earlier touch. Compared to her slender frame, they were impossible to ignore, ripe for him, calling to him in their quiet, intimate way.

Her clitoris was small, perfectly round, like a tiny pink button pulsating with need. A bead of fluid rested at its tip, twitching as she realized he was staring. The sight made a sharp tremor run through her, a mix of shyness and raw desire.

A little lower, the delicate folds of her labia concealed the opening to her innermost self, but only partially. The pale pink, almost translucent skin shivered under his gaze, sensitive and inviting. The outer fold was longer than the inner, dipping into a small cleft that revealed just a teasing hint of her secret. No hood shielded the tender flesh; it was exposed, waiting, and he wanted it badly.

Tiny pearls of fluid glimmered at the tips of her folds, twitching subtly as if alive, betraying her growing need. Her inner lips were smooth, thin, soft as petals, surrounding the small pink opening to her vagina. They were parted just enough to tantalize him, slick and glistening, and he imagined just how deep his fingers, or his cock, could go if she let him.

The edges of her entrance glistened with moisture, shining wetly in the light, and Ravi’s breathing hitched. She was reacting to him even before his touch, her body already betraying her excitement. She felt raw under his gaze, flushed and trembling, and he wanted nothing more than to consume her completely, to taste her, to feel every quiver, every twitch, every soft gasp escape from her lips.

“Bhayya… please…” she whispered, her voice shaky, desperate, thick with need. The sound made him ache to press himself against her even more. Her words, her small, involuntary movements, the way her body arched and shivered under his stare, it was intoxicating.

Every fold, every glistening edge, every tiny twitch of fluid between her thighs screamed vulnerability and invitation.

He could feel the pull of her softness, the way her delicate flesh was almost trembling for him. The desire thrummed through him, low and insistent, raw and greedy, and he wanted to claim her with everything he had.

She was exquisite, too perfect, too fragile, too damned beautiful to resist.

And the more he stared, the more she shivered beneath him, the hotter and wetter she became. 

He wanted her, all of her, and he wanted her now.

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[shailu4ever]

Dear Readers,

I truly appreciate everyone who takes the time to read my story. But I want to share something important with you: your comments and feedback are the only way I can keep going.

Seeing that people are reading is wonderful, but it’s your words—your reactions, thoughts, even a single line—that give me the motivation to continue writing and sharing new chapters.

To those who have already commented, thank you so much—you are the reason I’m able to keep pushing forward. For everyone else, please know that even a short comment makes a huge difference and keeps this story alive.

With gratitude,

-- Shailu

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[ananth1986]

Thank you Shailu for making the reading experience Great. No words to describe that feeling. Again THANK YOU

[shailu4ever]

Thank you Shailu for making the reading experience Great. No words to describe that feeling. Again THANK YOU

Hi Ananth sir,


Thank you very much for your support. Please note that the two messages above were not addressed to you.

From the very beginning of my writing journey, you have been encouraging me with your likes and kind support. I am truly grateful, and you are one of the reasons I still continue to write. I could never ask for more.

On the other hand, there are some readers who do not give any feedback or even a simple like, which makes it hard for me to know whether my writing resonates with them or not. Even a small indication helps me understand how my work is received.

The earlier messages were meant for them, not you. Once again, thank you very much for always standing by me.

With gratitude,

-- Shailu

[readersp]

Need updates dear Shailu ji!!! Lots of them..Out of sight.. out of mind..

[shailu4ever]

Need updates dear Shailu ji!!! Lots of them..Out of sight.. out of mind..

Hi readersp

Thank you for your compliments, dear readersp ji! 

Your support truly keeps me going. 

Don’t worry, lots of updates are coming soon, and I’ll make sure I don’t go “out of sight, out of mind” again

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[venkygeethu]

Thanks for assuring your stand Please don't mistake me I am regularly reading your story with lot of expectation and you make it fulfill . Inspite of this the character that touches my heart is Priya Didi and her intimacy with Ravi

To be frank my mind moves behind Priya Didi's Pussy rather than Shrisha's Virgin Pussy

Please do bring Priyadidi soon need her badly


Thanks for your regular updates

[shailu4ever]

Ravi’s hand moved slowly between her legs, gently parting the tiny hair at the apex of her thighs.


His fingertips traced the softness of her skin, sending waves of heat through her.

Sirisha’s body responded to him instinctively, becoming wetter with every subtle movement.

She bit her lip, trying to steady her breathing as she waited for what was to come next, her heart pounding in her chest.


Sirisha looked up at him shyly but didn't try to cover herself.

She seemed to be waiting for what would happen next.

Her chest rose and fell quickly as her breathing hastened with anticipation, a gentle blush on her cheeks.


As Ravi's fingers met the softest, most delicate folds of skin he had ever felt, her pussy was wet and warm, glistening with her arousal.

He could feel her heart racing beneath his fingertips as he explored her intimately for the first time.


He started by gently parting her lower lips with his fingers, revealing a tiny bud of sensitive flesh at the center.

As he teased this bud, she let out a soft moan, arching her back slightly.

He continued to explore, delving deeper into her folds, feeling the wetness that coated every inch of her inner thighs and pussy lips.


His fingers found her clit, the small nubbin of flesh that throbbed with each heartbeat.

He circled it slowly at first, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath him. As he increased the speed, she let out a sharper moan, her hips bucking against his hand.


Ravi could feel himself growing hard in his pants as he touched Sirisha like this.

He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her and make love to her for hours.

But for now, he was content to explore every inch of her beautiful body with his hands and mouth.

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[shailu4ever]

Thanks for assuring your stand  Please don't mistake me I am regularly reading your story with lot of expectation and you make it fulfill . Inspite of this the character that touches my heart is Priya Didi  and her intimacy with Ravi

To be frank my mind moves behind Priya Didi's Pussy rather than Shrisha's Virgin Pussy

Please do bring Priyadidi soon need her badly


Thanks for your regular updates

Hi venkygeethu

Thank you so much for sharing your heartfelt thoughts.

It truly means a lot to know that you are following the story with such eagerness and enjoying the journey of the characters. 

I completely understand your fondness for Priya Didi, she’s a very special character and her bond with Ravi has its own depth and beauty.

While the focus may shift between Shrisha, Neetu and others at times, I assure you Priya Didi’s presence will remain significant, and you will get to see more of her soon. 

I’m keeping the best for the last, so your patience will definitely be rewarded.

Your encouragement really motivates me to keep writing and bringing these characters to life. Grateful for your constant support and love for the story

I am still like a kid at heart, and yes, it will be wonderful to see a message or even a like from you once in a while, those little “motivation pills” really keep me going. 

Grateful for your constant support and love for the story.

With warm regards

-- Shailu