Adultery Priya Didi

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Hahaha, trust me.  Even when I look at it, I remember this scene.

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But then


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Stood bare. Empty. Forgotten.

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Mere feet away, Ravi was there. So close, yet unreachable.

Her pulse fluttered unevenly as she imagined him s

itting just outside,

His broad shoulders bent over his work, fingers tapping thoughtfully on the keyboard,

Utterly unaware of the moment unfolding behind the bathroom door.

Her skin prickled with a strange heat that wasn’t from the shower.

She bit down on her lower lip, pressing her wet palm to the cold tile,

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Amazing. Very cleaver idea. Now she can call Ravi.

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She could call out to him.


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Then, slowly, she turned the lock with a soft click, barely cracking the door open.

The cool air outside rushed in, brushing against her heated skin, making her shiver.

Her damp forehead glistened, droplets beading along her temple and slipping down her collarbone.

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Wow, your attention to the details is simply superb.

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Wow, your attention to the details is simply superb.

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-- Shailu

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Firelight and Shyness
 
A comfortable silence lingered, broken only by the crackle of the fire and the faint rhythm of three unsteady breaths.
 
Sirisha sat cross-legged on the floor, her knees drawn close, as if unsure whether to lean toward Neetu or Ravi.
 
Their warmth pressed around her like a cocoon, heavy with comfort yet charged with an energy that made her pulse quicken.
 
Neetu’s eyes followed her every shift, a smile curving her lips with patient affection. “You must be cold, beta,” she murmured,
 
Her gaze slipping over Sirisha’s thin crop top, the fabric stretched tight across her slender frame.
 
Sirisha’s lashes fluttered, and her fingers fidgeted at the hem of her shirt. “I… I’m fine,” she whispered, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her.
 
Ravi leaned closer, his dark eyes flicking to Neetu with playful acknowledgment and a knowing smile, before settling on Sirisha.

He know Neetu is aiming for The Threesome Rasmalai Party. 
 
She is slowly getting Sirisha ready for that without actually saying anything directly.
 
He reached out, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. “Neetu always knows best,” he teased softly, his tone both tender and mischievous.
 
“Let her take care of you.”
 
Sirisha’s breath caught at his touch.
 
The warmth of his hand, the weight of his gaze, and the way Neetu was watching, all of it sent a nervous flutter spiraling through her chest.
 
She dropped her eyes quickly, too shy to meet either of theirs, and nodded faintly.
 
Neetu shifted, kneeling beside her.
 
She placed a steady palm on Sirisha’s bare thigh.
 
The contact was simple, but it made Sirisha jolt, her lips parting on a tiny gasp she hadn’t meant to let slip.
 
“There’s no need to be shy, beta,” Neetu whispered, her thumb stroking lazy circles into Sirisha’s skin. “You’re safe with us. Always.”

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Sirisha dared to glance up at her.
 
The kindness in Neetu’s eyes both calmed and unmoored her.
 
Heat rose under her skin, flushing her neck and ears.
 
Her gaze darted back down to the hand on her bare thigh, fingers sliding higher, inching toward the waistband of her shorts.
 
“Bhabhi…” she breathed with shy, her voice trembling, a faint plea laced with hesitation.
 
Neetu’s hand slipped under her top, cool fingertips brushing over the warmth of her stomach.
 
The shock of skin against skin made Sirisha’s body arch ever so slightly, her lips parting in surprise.
 
“Shhh…” Neetu’s voice was a feather against her ear. “Relax, beta. Trust us.”
 
Her other hand lifted Sirisha’s chin gently, forcing her to look up into her eyes.
 
Sirisha’s lashes trembled, and she tried to look away again, cheeks burning under the intensity of being watched by both Neetu and Ravi.
 
But Neetu’s tender grip held her steady, her gaze anchoring her in place.
 
Slowly, Neetu tugged at Sirisha’s top.
 
Inch by inch, it rose, baring her waist, her stomach, the faint dip of her navel.
 
Sirisha instinctively crossed her arms against her chest, her whole body humming with embarrassment and anticipation.
 
“Don’t hide,” Neetu coaxed, her voice low, soothing. “You’re beautiful, beta. Let us see you.”
 
Ravi’s hand joined then, warm and grounding, gently pulling her arms aside.
 
Sirisha trembled, caught between the weight of their touches and the certainty in their eyes.
 
When the fabric slid higher, revealing the soft swell of her breasts framed by black lace, she shivered.
 
Her instinct was to curl in on herself, but Neetu stroked her cheek tenderly.
 
“So shy… so sweet,” she whispered, and the words melted something inside Sirisha.
 

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The air kissed her bare shoulders a second before Ravi did.

 
His lips pressed softly against her skin, warm and deliberate.
 
A startled gasp escaped her, her hand flying to his hair as if to steady herself.
 
On the other side, Neetu’s fingertips skimmed along her exposed collarbone, down the curve of her shoulder, savoring the way Sirisha shivered beneath her touch.
 
Sirisha squeezed her eyes shut, too overwhelmed to watch.
 
The intimacy of their attention, her Bhayya’s lips on her skin, her Bhabhi’s hands guiding and soothing, was more than she had ever dared to imagine.
 
The embarrassment of being half-bared before them only sharpened the thrill rushing through her body.
 
“Bhayyaaa…” she murmured, her voice catching as Ravi’s mouth brushed the delicate rise of her cleavage, his breath warm against her skin.
 
He paused, lifting his head just enough to meet her eyes.
 
The intensity of his gaze made her heart stutter. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, the words husky, reverent.
 
He pressed a kiss to the valley between her breasts, lingering there until her body shivered in his hands.
 
Neetu’s hand stroked up her spine, steady and protective. “It’s all right, beta,” she murmured, her voice a velvet hush. 

“Just feel. You don’t need to hold back.”
 
Sirisha whimpered softly, torn between shame and yearning.
 
She tilted her head back, her chest rising against the delicate brush of Ravi’s lips.
 
Her fingers twisted in Neetu’s hair, desperate for grounding, while Neetu’s soothing strokes held her steady.
 
Her breath came fast, uneven. “Bhabhiii… what’s happening to me?”
 
Neetu smiled against her cheek, kissing her softly there. “Nothing wrong, beta. You’re only opening. You’re safe.”
 
Ravi’s mouth trailed along her collarbone again, slower this time, tasting her shyness, her surrender.
 
Sirisha’s whole body burned with a heat that was equal parts embarrassment and desire.
 
She had never felt so vulnerable, so cherished, so achingly alive.
 
The three of them stayed close, wrapped in warmth and firelight, her shyness softening into surrender, their patience coaxing it into something tender, erotic, and beautiful.
 

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Whispers and Flames

Ravi’s kisses traveled lower, tracing the delicate line of Sirisha’s collarbone with a slow, deliberate hunger. His lips left a warm trail of dampness that sent a shiver through her. 

The sensation of his mouth on her skin was electric, each kiss causing her chest to tighten involuntarily, a tremor of pleasure spreading like wildfire under her flesh. He lingered just above the swell of her breast, as if teasing her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
 
Neetu, ever the watchful and steady presence, observed with a soft smile, her eyes warm and filled with tenderness as she took in every moment. There was no rush, no urgency, just the gentle unfolding of desire. As Ravi continued to trace the contours of Sirisha’s clavicle with soft, wet kisses, Neetu’s hand moved, brushing against the fabric of Sirisha’s crop top, nudging it lower with careful precision, revealing more of the soft, smooth skin beneath. 

Her other hand rested gently on Sirisha’s back, a grounding touch that made Sirisha feel both anchored and entirely exposed.
 
“Such beautiful curves you have, beta,” Neetu murmured, her voice rich and honeyed as she bent to place a soft kiss on Sirisha’s lips. The words were barely more than a breath between them. 

Her lips lingered there, tasting the sweetness of Sirisha’s mouth, as her fingers lightly traced the curve of Sirisha’s shoulder, exploring the silk of her skin like a delicate flower.
 
Sirisha’s breath caught at the compliment, the intensity of Neetu’s gaze making her cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson. It wasn’t just the physical heat; it was the warmth of Neetu’s presence, her touch, the way she made Sirisha feel seen in a way no one else ever had. 

Her gaze darted between Ravi’s mouth, still moving lower, and Neetu’s steady, careful hands, each of their touches igniting something in her that she couldn’t quite define.
 
“Bhabhi…” Sirisha whispered against Neetu’s lips, the word trembling from her mouth like a secret she was still learning to embrace. It felt wrong to be so exposed, yet it felt right, too. She was drowning in their attention, her body a battlefield of conflicting emotions.
 
Neetu's fingers danced lower, caressing the soft skin of Sirisha's shoulder blade, her touch deliberate, almost possessive. Her thumb circled around the smooth curve of Sirisha’s breast, just beneath her bra, making Sirisha’s breath catch in her throat. “You are beautiful,” Neetu breathed, the words slipping between them like a tender promise, her voice low and inviting. “You have no reason to be shy, beta.”
 
Sirisha felt a thrill shoot through her at the pressure of Neetu’s hand, so tender, so intimate, a language without words, one that spoke directly to her heart. 

Ravi’s kisses, each one pressed into her chest, each movement of his mouth against her skin, deepened the pleasure, sending ripples of heat through her that made her weak and breathless.

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“Your skin…” Neetu’s voice drifted over Sirisha’s ear, soft as a breath, a whisper of silk that made Sirisha’s heart skip a beat. Her fingers, gentle yet sure, traced the smooth curve of Sirisha’s stomach, skimming just above the waistband of her shorts. 

The warmth of Neetu’s touch spread, making Sirisha’s breath catch. Every movement felt as though it were sculpting the very air between them, heightening every sensation. 

Sirisha's body trembled under the touch, her mind clouded with desire she couldn't quite name.
 
Neetu’s other hand moved lower still, sliding over the soft fabric of Sirisha’s shorts. She traced the lines of the waistband, her fingers pressing into the supple curve of Sirisha’s hip, coaxing her ever closer. 

Sirisha’s breath grew shallow as Neetu’s fingers skimmed over the firm swell of her ass, pressing softly, sliding down with slow deliberation that made her ache for more. 

It was a touch that spoke of ownership, of care, and of desire, tender but undeniably hungry.
 
“Such a perfect shape…” Neetu’s voice was low, almost reverent, as if Sirisha’s body were a rare treasure. “Like twin moons…” Her eyes roamed with open admiration and something darker, an intensity that made Sirisha’s pulse quicken. 

Neetu’s words sent a thrill through Sirisha, making her feel delicate and powerful at once.
 
Neetu’s fingers continued their journey, teasing, her hands moving with growing confidence. With every stroke, Sirisha felt herself becoming more pliable, drawn into the intoxicating pull of Neetu’s presence. The tenderness in Neetu’s hands balanced by the heat in her gaze, an unspoken promise.
 
The contrast between Neetu’s gentleness and the mounting tension left Sirisha gasping. She felt as though she were floating, her skin alight with sensation. Her heart raced, her chest heaving, a part of her yearned for more.
 
Neetu’s lips hovered near Sirisha’s ear: “You’re so beautiful, beta.” The words wrapped around Sirisha like a cloak, making her feel utterly seen, utterly cherished. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sigh of pleasure and anticipation.
 
Ravi, pulling away, met Neetu’s gaze with a knowing, possessive smile. He stroked Sirisha’s cheek, his gaze full of admiration and something darker. “She’s a beautiful moon, Bhabhi,” he said softly, each word laced with tenderness. “And we’re lucky to have her.”
 
Neetu’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she turned back to Sirisha. She moved closer with graceful, deliberate care, one hand tracing the outline of Sirisha’s curves, the other resting on her navel, her fingers delicately tracing before placing a gentle kiss above it.
 
Sirisha gasped, a shiver ran through her, igniting a fire deep within she could neither understand nor resist. Her body arched, a soft whimper escaped, the warmth of Neetu’s touch sending ripples of pleasure that vibrated through her.
 
“Bhabhiiii…” Sirisha breathed, the word a soft, needy plea as her hands found their way into Neetu’s hair, pulling her closer. She felt exposed and cared for, vulnerable yet held.
 
Neetu smiled softly, her lips brushing against Sirisha’s cheek as she cupped her face: “Let go, beta,” she whispered, her voice low and intimate, filled with a knowing warmth. “Just feel it. It’s okay.”
 
Ravi’s warm hand stroked Sirisha’s cheek, brushing away her hair, his touch as tender as Neetu’s. Every movement between them was a slow, deliberate dance, a tender exploration that filled Sirisha with a dizzying mixture of anticipation, shyness, and thrilling need.
 
Her heart pounded, every kiss, every caress sinking her deeper. She felt caught between two worlds: the sweet vulnerability of shyness, and the heady sensual pleasure wrapping around her.
 
This was new. This was different. And she was drowning in it, lost in the depth of their affection, and in the warmth that enveloped her from every side.
 

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Between Shyness and Fire
 

Neetu’s lips moved lower, trailing a light path across Sirisha’s smooth skin as she kissed from above her belly button down toward her hip bone. She lingered there for a moment, relishing the subtle scent of jasmine and sandalwood that clung to Sirisha, a sweet, feminine aroma that made Neetu’s senses tingle.
 
“Your skin is so soft,” she murmured against Sirisha’s side, her voice husky with an undercurrent of something else, something deeper that sent another shiver down Sirisha’s spine. “Like milk and honey.”
 
Sirisha squeezed Ravi's hand tighter in response to his gentle stroking, the warmth of it grounding her as Neetu continued her exploration. 

She had never been touched like this before, so openly, so deliberately, with such a mix of tenderness and something else that made her skin prickle and bloom all at once.
 
Her gaze flitted nervously between Neetu’s face, alight with that knowing smile that always seemed to see straight through her,  and Ravi's, who was watching with an intensity that made her stomach flutter like a caged bird. 

His gaze held hers with a quiet magnetism that promised pleasure, reassurance, and something wilder she couldn't quite name.
 
“Babhi…” she whispered again, the sound catching in her throat as Neetu’s fingers began to trace playful patterns on the elastic waistband of her shorts. 

She felt a flush creep up her neck, warming the tops of her ears and staining her cheeks with an undeniable pink.
 
“Let me,” Neetu murmured, her voice barely a breath against Sirisha's hip. “Relax.” Her words were laced with such calm confidence that Sirisha found herself surrendering to their gentle persuasion.
 
With one hand still cupping Sirisha’s navel and the other resting on her hip bone, Neetu gently tugged at the waistband of her shorts. The soft cotton yielded easily under her fingers.
 
“Don't move,” she murmured as she slid her free hand down Sirisha's smooth thigh, pressing a feather-light kiss against her knee. “Just trust me.”
 
Sirisha's breath hitched as Neetu’s lips brushed over the sensitive skin of her kneecap. She wanted to pull away, to cover herself somehow, but something held her rooted in place. 

Perhaps it was Ravi's steady gaze, filled with a mix of amusement and affection that made her feel safe, or maybe it was the gentle pressure on her hip bone and the insistent warmth radiating from Neetu’s hand against her skin.
 
Neetu continued to work at the waistband of Sirisha’s shorts, finally sliding them down her legs until they pooled in a soft heap at the base of the couch.
 
Sirisha instinctively drew herself closer to Ravi, finding comfort in his proximity as the weight of her gaze met his. Her cheeks burned crimson, not just from Neetu's touch, but also from the way both of their eyes lingered on her bare legs and the smooth curve of her hips beneath her bra strap. 

The fabric was cool against the warmth of her skin, the soft cotton suddenly feeling as flimsy as a veil after the freedom of movement she had been granted in the past few minutes.

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She looked down at herself, overwhelmed by a sudden sense of vulnerability. The simple black lace of her bra and panties felt exposed, raw, under their attentive gaze.
 
“See?” Neetu murmured softly, her voice filled with gentle encouragement as she watched Sirisha’s reaction. “Beautiful.” Neetu’s hands moved behind Sirisha and squeezed her butt cheeks.
 
The pressure of Neetu’s palms was startling yet strangely comforting, firm enough to make Sirisha arch instinctively, yet gentle enough to steady her. 

The warmth of that touch spread through her body in rippling waves, sending her stomach into freefall and her thighs quivering where she knelt. 

It was as though Neetu’s hands spoke without words, claiming her, soothing her, and coaxing her to believe in her own beauty all at once.
 
Sirisha gasped softly, her lips parting as a low tremor of heat rolled through her chest and down her spine. 

She had never imagined a touch could feel both possessive and protective, demanding yet tender, all at the same time. 

The press of Neetu’s fingers made her body hum, while the warmth of Neetu’s skin against hers ignited a strange security that melted the shame still clinging to her.
 
Ravi’s breath caught at the sight. To him, it was both arresting and tender: the contrast of Sirisha’s shy trembling against Neetu’s sure, protective hold.

Watching her soften under that touch stirred something deep within him, not just desire, but awe, as though he were witnessing the delicate moment when a fragile bud first dared to open to sunlight.
 
His hand tightened unconsciously around Sirisha’s, needing to tether himself to the reality of the moment. Every detail seared itself into him, her flushed skin, the faint quiver of her thighs, the way Neetu’s palms molded her with confidence. 

It was overwhelming, like standing at the edge of something vast and beautiful, too dangerous to step into yet impossible to turn away from.
 
Neetu’s thumbs pressed lightly into the hollows at the base of Sirisha’s but, making her gasp again, her body yielding even further.

For Sirisha, it felt like surrender and discovery in the same breath, being seen, held, and shaped by hands that carried both authority and affection.
 
Ravi chuckled softly, his eyes tracing the line of her body from the soft dip at the base of her neck down to the way her hips curved inward over her pale skin. “Yes,” he breathed, a touch of wonder coloring his voice. “Very beautiful.” His fingers traced patterns lightly on the back of Sirisha’s hand, a silent reassurance in this unexpected intimacy.
 
Sirisha felt her chest tighten with a shy tremor as she looked at them both. 

A blush deepened across her cheeks, spreading down to stain the line of her throat and making her feel like she was burning from within. 

It was both frightening and exhilarating, being seen so completely by others and feeling their admiration so strongly.
 
She hadn’t felt this exposed, this vulnerable, in a long time. But there was something else too, nestled alongside the shyness, a warmth that spread through her like the sun breaking through clouds, chasing away shadows with its golden touch. 

A warmth fueled not just by Neetu’s hand on her hip and Ravi’s reassuring presence, but also by the quiet acknowledgment of beauty she felt blooming within herself.
 
She met their gazes, feeling a tentative smile blossom against the flush of her cheeks, as if trying to bridge the gap between shyness and blossoming pleasure.

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Between Desire and Devotion
 

A soft chuckle rumbled deep in Ravi’s chest as he watched the delicate flush bloom across Sirisha’s cheeks, her gaze flickering nervously between him and Neetu.
 
He loved how utterly vulnerable she looked, yet how that very vulnerability seemed to radiate an unexpected beauty.

“Now it’s my turn,” he murmured with a teasing smile, reaching out to caress Neetu’s cheek.
His fingers traced the gentle curve of her jaw, pausing briefly at the corner of her lips before sliding down to rest at the small of her back.
 
Leaning in, he pressed his forehead against hers, brushed a kiss on the tip of her nose, and whispered softly in her ear,
“Let me take care of you now, Bhabhi.”
 
Neetu glanced over her shoulder at Sirisha, her eyes crinkling warmly at the corners.
 
She smiled knowingly, giving Sirisha’s hand a tender squeeze before turning back to Ravi. Tilting her chin slightly in welcome, she murmured with quiet amusement, “Go ahead, darling.”
Sirisha watched as Ravi’s hands glided over Neetu’s shoulders, coaxing the silk saree from its place.
 
The rich burgundy fabric shimmered in the firelight, flowing like molten ruby over Neetu’s graceful frame.
 
The lace border caught the glow as Neetu shifted beneath his touch, allowing his skilled fingers to unravel the intricate dbang at her waist.
 
With care, Ravi lifted the heavy fabric over Neetu’s head and dbangd it across her arm, tucking the end neatly between her hand and body.
 
The saree pooled around her like liquid silk, baring the elegant lines of her form.
 
Sirisha’s eyes lingered on the way Neetu’s blouse embraced her curves, the delicate swell of her breasts, the subtle dip of her waist, the graceful taper of her hips.
 
She had seen Neetu this way countless times in the rhythm of family life, but tonight it felt different, charged, intimate, impossible to look away from.
“Do you want to do the honors with Bhabhi’s lehenga… Sirisha?” Ravi asked, winking at her.
Sirisha nodded with a shy smile.
 
He guided her closer, placing her hands gently at Neetu’s waist.
 
Neetu shivered at the tentative touch of those soft fingers and, meeting Sirisha’s eyes, whispered, “How does it feel, beta?”
 
“I… I like it, Bhabhi. It’s so soft,” Sirisha murmured, her voice trembling with excitement as her palms lingered at Neetu’s waist.
 
Slowly, Sirisha reached for the thin cotton lining beneath, the lehenga, and unfastened the delicate knot at her waist.

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Neetu didn’t resist as Sirisha eased the fabric away, letting it slip soundlessly to the floor in a whisper of color beside the fallen burgundy silk.
 
Sirisha’s breath caught.
 
Neetu had always been beautiful, her long dark hair, her almond eyes that could shift from gentle humor to fierce command, her smile that lit up any room.
 
But now, stripped of the layers that had always framed her, she seemed even more radiant, almost untouchable in her grace.
 
Now dressed only in her blouse and panties, Neetu drew Ravi’s attention once more.
 
His hand rose to her chest, cupping her full breasts through the fabric of her blouse, pressing gently.
 
Glancing at Sirisha, he coaxed, “Go on. Feel her too.”
 
With hesitant courage, Sirisha lifted her hand, cupping the other breast.
 
Her fingers curled around its softness, though her smaller hand could not contain it fully.
 
She was breathless, unable to tear her gaze away.
 
Ravi noticed her wonder.
 
Smiling, he placed his hand over hers, guiding the pressure. “Good… now, do the honors. Remove Bhabhi’s blouse.”

Neetu caught Sirisha’s eyes, her own warm with permission. “Go on, beta. Don’t be shy. You want to, don’t you?”

Heart pounding, Sirisha moved both hands to the back of the blouse, undoing the hooks one by one.
 
Each click made her pulse race harder, the anticipation nearly unbearable.
 
At last, the blouse gave way, revealing Neetu’s heavenly breasts, still cradled in the embrace of her bra.

Sirisha gasped softly, her breath trembling at the sight.
 
For a heartbeat, silence hung in the air, heavy, shimmering, filled with the sound of Sirisha’s shallow breathing.
 
She had seen Neetu as a sister, a mentor, a protector for so long, but now every familiar curve seemed transformed, luminous in its intimacy.
 
Her fingers trembled as they brushed against Neetu’s bare shoulder, the warmth of her skin both comforting and overwhelming.
 
Neetu reached out, cupping Sirisha’s face with tender hands. “Beta…” she whispered, her tone soft yet steady, “there is nothing to fear here. You are safe, with us.” The words sank into Sirisha like a gentle balm, soothing the storm of nerves that tangled with her rising desire.
 
Ravi’s gaze lingered on them both, his eyes dark with pride and quiet hunger.
 
He stroked Sirisha’s arm with the back of his fingers, grounding her, while his free hand rested protectively at Neetu’s waist. “Look at her,” he murmured, nodding toward Sirisha. “So beautiful when she’s discovering herself.”
 
Sirisha flushed deeper at his words, her heart fluttering wildly.
 
She felt suspended between them, anchored by Neetu’s tenderness, stirred by Ravi’s intensity, and unraveling within her own awakening.
 
For the first time, she allowed herself to breathe into the closeness, to accept the warmth wrapping around her from every side.
 
Neetu leaned forward, pressing her forehead gently against Sirisha’s. “Just feel, beta,” she breathed. “Don’t think.”

And Sirisha, closing her eyes, surrendered to the moment, her body humming, her heart caught between fear and wonder, her soul lifted by the tenderness of their touch.

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Hi All

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-- Shailu

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Ravi’s Turn to lose his dress
 

Ravi chuckled softly as he noticed the way Sirisha’s gaze lingered on Neetu, her breath hitching ever so slightly with each subtle shift of movement as he worked to free her from her outer layers.
 
“Don’t worry, beta,” Neetu murmured, her voice a balm against Sirisha's evident nervous energy.
 
She leaned forward, pressing a light kiss against Ravi’s cheek before turning back to face Sirisha, her lips curling into an easy, almost mischievous smile.
 
“You are safe here.” She paused for a beat, tilting her head ever so slightly, her gaze locking with Sirisha’s.
 
There was something in her eyes, that familiar knowing look, the kind that always seemed to see right through her carefully constructed walls. “Just as we are safe together.”
 
Ravi was already reaching back for Sirisha’s hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle, yet possessive hold.
 
He gave it a reassuring squeeze before turning his attention back to Neetu.
 
He took the fabric of her lehenga, still dbangd around her shoulders, and gently tugged it forward, allowing him to run his thumb along the smooth curve of her hipbone, adjusting its folds with practiced ease.
 
“My turn,” he murmured against her neck, sending a shiver through her with his warm breath. He knew Neetu loved being pampered by his touch, especially after a long day. “Let me take care of you now.”
 
Neetu laughed softly, the sound like wind chimes dancing in a summer breeze. She leaned into his hand as he continued to smooth the fabric down over her arms before gently easing it from her shoulders.
 
“Don’t rush, darling,” she teased, watching with amusement as Sirisha’s gaze followed every move Ravi made, how his fingers traced her curves, how they lingered on exposed skin, and then finally reached around to unfasten the clasp holding the delicate fabric in place at her back.
 
Sirisha felt her cheeks flush even deeper as Ravi lifted Neetu’s lehenga away from her body, revealing a glimpse of smooth, pale skin beneath.
 
The sight was startlingly beautiful, her Bhabhi’s skin seemed to glow with its own inner light, catching the firelight and sending dancing sparks across her limbs.
 
“Just like you,” Ravi murmured, his voice warm and husky as he reached for the fabric at Neetu's waist. He gently pulled it away from her body until both pieces pooled on the floor beside the discarded saree. “Always so radiant.”
 
Neetu turned to him with a soft smile and pressed a light kiss against his jaw in response before turning back towards Sirisha, catching her eye with a playful glint in hers.

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Ravi’s Turn to lose his dress
 
Ravi chuckled softly as he noticed the way Sirisha’s gaze lingered on Neetu, her breath hitching ever so slightly with each subtle shift of movement as he worked to free her from her outer layers.
 
“Don’t worry, beta,” Neetu murmured, her voice a balm against Sirisha's evident nervous energy.
 
She leaned forward, pressing a light kiss against Ravi’s cheek before turning back to face Sirisha, her lips curling into an easy, almost mischievous smile.
 
“You are safe here.” She paused for a beat, tilting her head ever so slightly, her gaze locking with Sirisha’s.
 
There was something in her eyes, that familiar knowing look, the kind that always seemed to see right through her carefully constructed walls. “Just as we are safe together.”
 
Ravi was already reaching back for Sirisha’s hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle, yet possessive hold.
 
He gave it a reassuring squeeze before turning his attention back to Neetu.
 
He took the fabric of her lehenga, still dbangd around her shoulders, and gently tugged it forward, allowing him to run his thumb along the smooth curve of her hipbone, adjusting its folds with practiced ease.
 
“My turn,” he murmured against her neck, sending a shiver through her with his warm breath. He knew Neetu loved being pampered by his touch, especially after a long day. “Let me take care of you now.”
 
Neetu laughed softly, the sound like wind chimes dancing in a summer breeze. She leaned into his hand as he continued to smooth the fabric down over her arms before gently easing it from her shoulders.
 
“Don’t rush, darling,” she teased, watching with amusement as Sirisha’s gaze followed every move Ravi made, how his fingers traced her curves, how they lingered on exposed skin, and then finally reached around to unfasten the clasp holding the delicate fabric in place at her back.
 
Sirisha felt her cheeks flush even deeper as Ravi lifted Neetu’s lehenga away from her body, revealing a glimpse of smooth, pale skin beneath.
 
The sight was startlingly beautiful, her Bhabhi’s skin seemed to glow with its own inner light, catching the firelight and sending dancing sparks across her limbs.
 
“Just like you,” Ravi murmured, his voice warm and husky as he reached for the fabric at Neetu's waist. He gently pulled it away from her body until both pieces pooled on the floor beside the discarded saree. “Always so radiant.”
 
Neetu turned to him with a soft smile and pressed a light kiss against his jaw in response before turning back towards Sirisha, catching her eye with a playful glint in hers.
 
“See?” Neetu said softly, tilting her head ever so slightly as if offering an unspoken invitation for Sirisha’s scrutiny. “Not so scary now, is it?”
 
Sirisha managed to offer a shy smile back, though she couldn't quite meet Neetu’s gaze directly yet.
 
The warmth that flooded through her at the sight of both their bare arms and shoulders, exposed in this intimate way, was both thrilling and overwhelming.
 
Her gaze drifted from Neetu’s delicate clavicle down to her softly rounded hips, the smooth curve accentuated by the dark lines of her bikini line, before finally settling on the slight dip beneath Neetu's navel, where Ravi's fingers lingered playfully, tracing patterns on her skin with his thumb.
 
Ravi followed her gaze for a moment, catching Sirisha’s shy look and offering a subtle smirk in response to Neetu's playful jab.
 
“Now it’s time for my turn,” he murmured, turning back towards the couch where he had discarded his own shirt earlier. He reached down to retrieve the garment, pulling it over his head with practiced ease and letting it fall carelessly beside him on the floor.
 
Sirisha watched, breathlessly, as he unbuttoned his jeans at the waist, the fabric pooling around his knees like a dark shadow in the firelight.
 
As the denim slid down his legs, revealing the smooth lines of his thighs and calves, Sirisha felt a sudden flush creep up her neck again.
 
It was both exciting and intimidating to see them all so vulnerable now, stripped down to their most basic essentials in this intimate circle of trust.
 
His dark eyes met hers once more as he pulled his jeans free, lingering for a moment on the way she seemed to be holding her breath in anticipation before finally letting out a soft sigh that was half-nervous, half-relieved.
 
“Better?” He asked gently, tilting his head in query, a teasing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
 
He shifted slightly on the couch cushions, settling back against the worn velvet as he pulled up his briefs, revealing lean legs and well-defined hips.
 
Sirisha’s gaze followed him instinctively, the curve of his stomach, the way his muscles tensed beneath the soft cotton fabric, before finally landing again on the faint dusting of hair that peeked out above his waistband.
 
She blinked rapidly as if trying to catch her breath, a blush deepening across her cheeks as she struggled to articulate what she felt, a strange mixture of awe and shy pleasure at this unexpected display.
 
Finally, she managed a small, breathless reply.
 
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire in the hearth. “Better.”
 
And for Sirisha, that felt like enough, for now.
 

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[shailu4ever]

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Circle of Love



"Come closer, my loves," Neetu murmured, her voice soft as silk, a whisper that seemed to melt into the crackling firelight. Her smile was radiant, glowing in the shadows cast by the flickering flames. "Let us feel each other."
 
Her hand stretched toward Sirisha, palm open, fingers curling with an inviting softness, as though calling her into a quiet, sacred space.
 
Then, Neetu turned her gaze to Ravi, who watched with a lazy grin that spoke of something far deeper than mere amusement.
 
He rose fluidly from the couch cushions, his movements smooth and deliberate, before bending down to scoop up Sirisha’s discarded crop top from the floor.
 
With a gentle, almost reverent gesture, he placed it beside her sandals at the edge of the rug, his touch lingering on the fabric for a moment as though grounding himself in the closeness of this shared moment. He stood again, eyes meeting Sirisha’s, and offered her a hand.
 
Sirisha took it without hesitation, her skin prickling where his warmth seeped into hers.
 
She rose, slow, feeling the weight of his hand steadying her, sending a ripple of warmth up her arm. But it wasn’t just his touch that pulled her in, it was the pull of something else, something quiet and undeniable, between them.
 
With a soft sigh, she stepped closer to Neetu, her body trembling with the vulnerability of surrendering herself into this delicate circle. She could feel the magnetic pull of both their presence, the space between them charged with something both unfamiliar and intoxicating.
 
Ravi followed behind her, his hand still wrapped around hers, guiding her to the space where they had settled. The softness of the cushions beneath them felt like a promise, a haven.
 
Neetu’s voice broke through her thoughts, a balm of affection. "Now," she whispered, drawing Sirisha against her chest, tilting her head just enough to press their foreheads together. The touch was gentle, intimate, a quiet gesture that felt like a sanctuary.
 
"Let us hold each other."
 
The words settled into the air like a sacred vow. Neetu’s arms, strong yet tender, folded around them both. She let out a slow, contented sigh, eyes fluttering closed as she nestled Sirisha deeper into the warmth of her embrace, as though trying to hold her closer than the world ever could.
 
For a heartbeat, Sirisha just breathed, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke from the hearth, the earthy undertones of sandalwood from Ravi’s skin, and the sweet coconut cream and jasmine that always clung to Neetu like a whispered promise of comfort. 

Her senses felt heightened, each inhale drawing the fragrances deeper into her bones, grounding her, calming the frantic flutter of her heart.
 
The touch of Ravi’s hand at her lower back was a quiet anchor, fingers splayed just above the curve of her butt, just above her panties. It was a soft pressure, possessive yet gentle, reminding her of the unity they were creating, something far more than the sum of their parts.

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[shailu4ever]

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Sirisha let her eyes flutter closed as well, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of Neetu’s chest against her cheek. Her pulse slowed, her breath evening out, a quiet hum of connection thrumming beneath her skin.
 
"Feel how close we are," Neetu murmured, her lips brushing against Sirisha’s temple. Her voice held an almost reverent edge, as though she were savoring the moment, imprinting it on her soul. "Our breaths mingle. Our bodies pressed together like petals of a single flower."
 
The delicate imagery sent a warm, flushed wave across Sirisha’s skin, and she couldn’t suppress the small, nervous laugh that bubbled up, a nervousness that quickly transformed into something more, something tender. She could feel her face heat under Neetu’s words, a soft blush creeping up her neck, even as Ravi’s fingers brushed against the back of her hand, gently intertwining their fingers.
 
The touch was light, almost teasing, but it stirred something deep within her, a subtle shift. His fingers slid lower, tracing the curve of her back with the barest touch. She shivered in response, her breath catching.
 
Ravi’s presence was steady, unwavering, but the heat building between them was undeniable. She had never been this close to either of them before, not quite like this. The mingling of their touches, the shared warmth, the way their bodies seemed to mold together naturally, it felt almost too much, in the best way possible.
 
Sirisha inhaled deeply, the scents of them, of everything, swirling together, filling her senses. The firelight danced across their skin, casting soft shadows, while the steady thrum of their hearts beat in unison, slow and steady, a harmonious rhythm that pulled her deeper into this moment.
 
Her own heart was racing now, faster than before. But there was no panic, only wonder. It was as though they had created a cocoon around her, a soft, safe space that held nothing but affection, nothing but warmth, nothing but the quiet pull of shared belonging.
 
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, but it carried all the weight of her feelings. She couldn’t look away from the way their bodies pressed together so effortlessly, so perfectly, like puzzle pieces finally finding their fit.
 
Neetu’s smile widened at her response, a knowing look passing between them. Without breaking the tender hold, Neetu slowly began to draw them both closer, her arms weaving around them until they were a tight, comforting circle, their bodies held in a gentle embrace that seemed to transcend words.
 
Sirisha felt the heat of Ravi’s chest against her back, felt the pulse of his hand resting possessively on her hip, while Neetu’s arms sheltered them, offering a soft cocoon of protection. Every inch of her body was pressed into theirs, the warmth of their skin a tangible thing, wrapping her in affection.
 
The world outside this intimate bubble seemed to fall away. There was no past, no future, just this present moment, so full of tenderness it felt like a quiet miracle. Sirisha closed her eyes again, letting herself be cradled between them, each heartbeat a reminder of how safe, how cherished, how utterly at home she felt in this circle of shared love.

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[shailu4ever]

Hi All

Here I am starting a new game for their Threesome Party.  I hope you love this.

With warm regards

-- Shailu