Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Thanks shailu for the decision that you have made.  There is nothing good and bad in this universe everything depends on how we take it. Really what you said is really true we really can't judge the readers mind and wish some like what others dislike as you know one man's food is another one's poison. If we read the readers mind we can do the best. First thing to be a writer we need to be good reader. Your are doing great job not only as a story writer but a good selection of vocabulary and phrases really being an Indian not a native to English language I admire your words phrases which recalls my early English classes in college days. So as a writer you are not only writing the story but educating.

Sorry for not giving the feed back for this update.  The dangerous game was really testing for everyone


Waiting for your next level

Hi venkygeethu

Thank you so much for such thoughtful and encouraging words!  I truly appreciate the time you’ve taken to share your reflections.

Please don’t say sorry. You’ve been helping me so much with your kind words and support. I truly respect and value that. Knowing that you are enjoying the journey and finding meaning in it is more than enough. I’m really glad you found “The Dangerous Game” engaging, and I’ll do my best to keep the upcoming updates equally gripping.

Your support keeps me motivated to write and improve, thank you again!

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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But now, under the shy yet daring touch of her dearest one, Neetu felt herself vulnerable in a way that was strangely freeing. This girl… this sweet, innocent, hesitant girl… she is learning me, discovering me.

 
Sirisha hesitantly pressed her fingertips against the fabric, letting Neetu’s breath brush across her skin. 

It was a tantalizing preview, smooth and firm beneath the bra, teasingly plump and invitingly soft. 

A blush bloomed hot on her cheeks, spreading like wildfire under her collarbone as she felt a surprising flicker of hunger ignite within her.
 
Ravi chuckled softly beside her, his laughter vibrating through Sirisha’s hand. “Good?” he murmured, a hint of teasing in his tone.
 
Neetu let out a soft, throaty laugh, her head tilting back again so that the glow from the daylight danced across her cheekbones and illuminated the curve of her throat. 

She looked at Sirisha with an open invitation in those dark eyes, urging her forward. “Come on, beta,” she encouraged, her voice husky.
 
With a shy nod, Sirisha reached under Neetu’s bra strap and gently peeled it away from her shoulder, surprised by the coolness of her skin against the warmth radiating from her body. 

It was then that Ravi took over, his strong hands settling comfortably on top of hers as if guiding them further into the warm landscape he knew so well.
 
Inside, Ravi’s chest throbbed. My God… she’s doing it. She’s touching her. He could barely believe his eyes, the innocence of Sirisha’s fingers against the seasoned grace of Neetu’s body. 

The scene was etched into him already, he knew he would never forget it.
 
He rubbed gentle circles with one hand while massaging the other in an alternating rhythm, coaxing Sirisha to loosen her grip and sink into the feel of Neetu’s firm breasts beneath her touch.

He leaned down, his breath warm on the back of her neck, murmuring soothingly against her ear. “This is good, beta. Just like that.”
 
His scent was a heady mix of sandalwood and cedarwood, a comforting aroma she knew well from countless shared meals and whispered stories in front of their crackling hearth. 

His touch was grounding, reassuring, anchoring her to this moment even as the heat creeping up her arms threatened to engulf her entirely.

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[shailu4ever]

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For a long moment, Sirisha simply absorbed Neetu’s warmth through her palms, the steady pulse of life beneath her fingertips, the smooth slope of full curves against her outstretched fingers.
 
It was like discovering a hidden landscape, one that felt both familiar and impossibly new all at once.
 
Neetu, watching Sirisha’s trembling concentration, felt her own heart soften. She’s so careful, so reverent, like I’m something holy. And perhaps I am, in this moment, to her. The tenderness of it almost undid her.
 
Ravi gently shifted his hand again, guiding one of Sirisha's palms to Neetu’s nipple. “Touch it,” he whispered, his voice a low murmur that vibrated through the fabric and into her very core. “See how it feels.”
 
Sirisha hesitated for a heartbeat, then obeyed, pressing her thumb against the taut nub of flesh. It was warm beneath her touch, sensitive to the gentlest pressure. A tremor of surprise ran through her as Neetu’s nipple swelled slightly beneath her fingertips.
 
Ravi let out a soft chuckle as he traced lazy circles on Sirisha's shoulder with his free hand. “Now lick it,” he encouraged softly. “See how she responds.”
 
Sirisha looked up at him, startled, then met Neetu's gaze for confirmation. 

The older woman smiled knowingly down at her, offering a gentle nod and a barely perceptible lift of her chin, an invitation that pulsed with unspoken desire and trust.
 
With a shaky breath, Sirisha obeyed.
 
The cool smoothness of Neetu’s nipple against her tongue sent shivers down her spine as she tentatively encircled it with her lips.
 
It was firm yet yielding beneath her touch, warm, sensitive, demanding to be explored.
 
She tasted a hint of sandalwood and something uniquely Neetu, something sweetly intoxicating that set her pulse racing anew.
 
Ravi froze, breath shallow.
 
Sirisha is sucking Neetu Bhabhi. She’s actually…
 
The sight before him was breathtaking, almost too much to contain.
 
Every nerve in his body screamed with arousal, but there was also awe, awe at the bravery of Sirisha, the openness of Neetu, the miracle of the moment.

Neetu’s breath caught in her throat as Sirisha began to suck gently at the nipple, drawing it deeper into her mouth with rhythmic, tentative licks.
 
A low moan escaped her lips, a soft murmur of pleasure that echoed through the room and stirred both Ravi and Sirisha deeply.
 
For Neetu, the sensation was electric.

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[venkygeethu]

wonderful update


Sirisha 's arousal and Neetu's response increases our expectations

[shailu4ever]

wonderful update


Sirisha 's arousal and Neetu's response increases our expectations

Thank you very much, really appreciate your compliments.

[shailu4ever]

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Sirisha’s mouth… my God, her mouth… It wasn’t just the physical pleasure, it was the sweetness of Sirisha’s hesitancy and innocence giving way to hunger.
 
Sirisha felt a rush of heat creep up her neck, spreading across her cheeks and igniting a nervous flutter in her stomach. It was new, this directness, this sensuality, but it felt right, primal and satisfying in its own way.
 
Neetu’s skin beneath her lips was smooth and warm; she could feel the subtle throb of muscle as she pulled at the nipple with increasing confidence, drawing a soft sigh from her throat.
 
Ravi leaned forward, resting his forehead against Sirisha's shoulder and inhaling deeply. 

He inhaled not just the scent of cedarwood smoke and sandalwood that clung to them all, but something else too, something sweet and unique, that whispered of Neetu’s arousal and Sirisha’s tentative exploration.
 
He felt a smile tug at his lips as he watched this cute little innocent Sirisha find her rhythm in sucking Neetu’s Bhabhi’s nipples, growing bolder with each passing moment.
 
“That's it,” he murmured against her ear, he could find the achieved smile in the eyes of Neetu Bhabhi.  

The smile that shows they have successfully convinced cute little Sirisha into their threesome party.  That made his breath warm on the sensitive skin behind Sirisha’s lobe. “Keep going, beta.”
 
Sirisha innocently took his encouragement to heart.
 
She drew Neetu’s nipple deeper into her mouth, relishing the delicate mix of firmness and yielding softness beneath her tongue.
 
Her fingers gently traced circles along the smooth curve of Neetu's back, seeking out the satisfying heat radiating from her skin.
 
The room was alive with a tangible energy now, a potent blend of shared warmth, unspoken desire, and the thrill of exploring something new and exhilarating.
 
Sirisha felt her own heart pounding against her ribs in rhythm with the soft thrumming of Neetu’s pulse beneath her fingertips; both sounds echoing in the warm silence that hung between them.
 
 
Inside that silence, three different hearts spoke at once:

• Sirisha’s whispered: So this is what it feels like to want, to taste, to be unafraid.
  
  
• Neetu’s whispered: So tender, so young, so naive… how can innocence feel this intoxicating?
  
  
• Ravi’s whispered: This moment will burn inside me forever.
  

 
 
And still, the fire crackled in their hearts, the shadows danced, and the world held its breath.

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[shailu4ever]

 
Neetu shifted slightly, the daylight  bathing her already bare chest in a golden glow.
Her breasts rose proudly, nipples taut and flushed, the heat of the moment written across her body.
 
There was nothing hidden now, nothing left between her and Sirisha’s trembling lips.
 
“Go on, beta,” she whispered, her voice husky, thick with promise. “Taste me.”
 
Sirisha’s breath caught. Her lips hovered uncertainly just above the dusky peak Neetu Bhabhi’s nipple, the warmth of Neetu’s skin radiating against her face. “She’s so close… I can smell her… oh god, I can’t believe this is happening.” Her hands twitched at her sides, unsure whether to hold, to pull away, or to give in completely.
 
Neetu’s fingers threaded into her hair, gentle but firm, guiding her. “Yes… there,” she coaxed softly. Her touch was not forceful, but it carried the weight of inevitability, a quiet command wrapped in affection.
 
And then Sirisha closed her lips around the stiff nipple once again.
 
Neetu gasped, her body jerking ever so slightly at the first warm pull of the fresh younger woman’s mouth. A soft moan escaped her throat, raw and unguarded, filling the silence with sound.
 
Ravi froze, every nerve in his body catching fire. “She’s doing it… she’s really sucking Bhabhi’s breast… and it’s not me guiding her this time. She chose it.” His chest tightened painfully, torn between disbelief, awe, and a hunger so sharp it made his fingers curl hungrily around Sirisha’s waist.
 
Sirisha, her cheeks flushed crimson, pressed more firmly, her tongue flicking experimentally over the hardened tip of Neetu’s Bhabhi’s nipple.
The taste was new, intimate, unlike anything she had ever known, faintly salty, warm, unmistakably alive. She shivered as her body responded, heat curling low in her belly. “Why does this feel so right? Why do I want more?”
 
Neetu tilted her head back, her lips parting as another sigh of pleasure slipped free. Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, her throat arching, her whole body surrendering to the sensation of cute Sirisha’s eager mouth.
“Good girl,” she murmured breathlessly, stroking Sirisha’s hair with slow, tender fingers. “Yes, beta… just like that.”
 
The encouragement set something alight in Sirisha. She suckled more deeply now, her tongue swirling, pulling Neetu’s nipple deeper into the warmth of her mouth.
 
The sound of Neetu’s soft moans, the trembling under her palms, sent ripples of thrill coursing through her.
 
Ravi’s jaw clenched. His breath came uneven. “She’s learning… she’s enjoying this… she’s actually growing bolder.” His eyes darted between Neetu’s arched body and Sirisha’s trembling form pressed against her. It was almost too much to bear, and yet he couldn’t look away. His lips tracing Sirisha’s neck.
 
The room seemed to shrink around them, the fire in them crackling like a drumbeat to their rhythm.
 
Every sigh, every flick of Sirisha’s tongue, every shaky inhale was magnified, filling the air with raw, unspoken desire.
 

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[prasannas2001]

Dear Prassanna,
 
First of all, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for your incredibly kind and heartfelt message. It truly means so much to me that you took the time to express your appreciation for my work. Your words have given me a lot to think about, and they’ve reminded me of why I started writing in the first place: to connect with readers who value the kind of stories I tell. Your support is invaluable, and I deeply respect it.
 
You’re absolutely right, there are a few readers, like yourself, who have been very supportive and encouraging. I hold them in high regard, and I truly appreciate all of their kind words and feedback. It’s because of them that I’ve made it this far, and I don’t take that for granted. However, the decision to stop posting wasn’t made lightly. I’ve been struggling with a lack of engagement overall, which has made it difficult to feel like my work is being received in the way I hoped.
 
As you mentioned, not every reader comments or leaves feedback, and that’s okay. I understand that. But when the response is consistently low, especially when I’m investing so much time, energy, and emotion into each update, it becomes disheartening. I put a lot of effort into crafting these stories, and all I’m really hoping for is a like, a comment, or a positive rating to know that the story is resonating with someone. When those things aren’t coming through, it’s hard not to feel like my efforts are falling flat.
 
That said, I’m definitely open to continuing, and I’ve decided I will keep writing until Priya Didi  is back. I’ll do my best to bring her back as soon as I can, and I’ll keep an eye on the responses as I move forward, as venkygeethu suggested. I’ll see how things go and make a decision based on how the engagement looks after that.
 
Please know that your encouragement is one of the things that’s helping me push through this period of doubt. I’ll keep going, but I wanted to make it clear that my decision to step back was not made without reason. I do truly appreciate your support, and I’ll keep writing as long as I feel it’s meaningful for both me and all of you that have been supporting me.
 
Thank you again for your kind words, Prassanna. You’ve given me a new perspective, and I’ll do my best to honor the readers who truly appreciate my work.
 
With heartfelt thanks,

-- Shailu

Dear Shailu

Thank you very much deciding to continue writing. I just wanted to take a moment to tell you how much I truly appreciate your writing. You have this incredible gift, and I think it would be such a shame if you didn’t continue. I can’t tell you how many people, myself included, absolutely love what you create. Your words have this unique way of resonating with readers, and there are so many of us who eagerly look forward to each new piece you write.

Please don’t doubt your talent. You are one of the best writers I know, and your work is more impactful than you realize. Keep going, because we all want to read more!

Please keep shining.  I will continue my journey of reading the previous updates, I am hoping get current very soon.

Once again, thank you for honoring my request.

With love

Prasanna

[prasannas2001]

The Moment

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Arching up into his touch as his fingers moved down to the waistband of her panties and slipped them off her hips.

“I just wanted you to see what I had for you."

He kissed her deeply

His tongue twining with hers in a dance of passion that left him breathless.

His hands roamed over every inch of skin he could reach

"God, you're perfect," he whispered against her lips. "I need to taste you."

He kissed down from her throat to her collarbone,

Then lower to where her breasts ended and the flat plane of her stomach began.

Then...

That Moment...

Then that very moment...

The doorbell rang sharply, 

Breaking the silence in the room.

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Ohh.. No, this is something I didn't expect coming.

[shailu4ever]

The Second Draw
 

The room seemed to hum with a rhythm all its own, the faint sound of breath quickening, and the wet whisper of Sirisha’s mouth as it lingered against Neetu’s breast. 

The five minutes Ravi had set ticked by unnoticed, lost in the haze of warmth and sensation.
 
And then his voice cut through, low, steady, yet carrying an edge of restraint.
“Time’s up.”
 
The words fell like a gentle command, and yet to Sirisha they felt almost cruel.

Her lips tightened softly around the taut peak of Neetu Bhabhi’s nipple one last time before she pulled away, a thin strand of warmth breaking as she released Neetu’s breast.
 
Her mouth tingled, her tongue heavy with the taste of her Bhabhi’s skin.
 
She leaned back reluctantly, her eyes still fixed on the rise and fall of Neetu’s chest, where the nipple glistened brightly in the daylight, flushed from her attention.
 
Every fiber of her wanted to stay, to keep tasting, to keep exploring, but Ravi’s voice anchored her back to the rules of the game.
 
Neetu exhaled slowly, her breath shaky, a faint smile curving her lips. 

She could see the hesitation in Sirisha’s face, the hunger still burning there.


Leaning closer, she brushed a hand lightly across Sirisha’s arm, a gesture of reassurance, of encouragement. “Later, beta,” her eyes seemed to say.

There is still time, there is still more.
 
Ravi cleared his throat softly, as though steadying himself. He had been as captivated as either of them, his pulse still hammering at the sight of Sirisha’s lips against Neetu. 

But the rules mattered. The game mattered. 

It was the only thing keeping them all from tumbling headlong into something wild and unrestrained.
 
Neetu, still composed despite the flush in her cheeks and the quickness of her breath, reached for the small wooden bowl on the table. 

Her fingers dipped gracefully inside, rustling among the slips of folded paper.

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She held the bowl out toward Ravi, her eyes glinting with playful mischief despite the heat that still lingered in her body.

 
“Your turn,” she murmured, her voice low, throaty from pleasure yet lightened with amusement.
 
Ravi reached in, his fingers brushing against the cool slips. For a moment he paused, the weight of anticipation pressing down on all three of them, before he pulled one free. 

He unfolded it slowly, his eyes flicking over the words.
 
A faint, knowing smile touched his lips. 

He looked first at Neetu, then at Sirisha.
 
“Sirisha’s Bra.”
 
The words landed in the room like a spark on dry wood.
 
Sirisha’s breath caught, her hands instinctively rising to cover herself even though nothing had been asked of her yet. 

Heat surged across her skin, embarrassment tangled with a rush of secret excitement.
 
To think of herself, half-bare before them, was terrifying… and yet the idea made her body thrum with a forbidden thrill.
 
Neetu tilted her head, her expression softening into something between pride and hunger. 

She reached over and touched Sirisha’s knee lightly, grounding her. “It’s your turn now, beta,” she whispered, her voice carrying the same tenderness as before, yet underscored by a teasing edge.
 
The daylight spread across Sirisha’s flushed face as her heart thundered. 

Her bra suddenly felt impossibly tight, every brush of fabric against her skin heightened by the knowledge that in just moments, it might be gone.
 
And Ravi, watching her, felt his chest tighten. 

He had never seen her like this, trembling, vulnerable, yet radiant with a kind of beauty he had never dared to imagine. 

The slip of paper in his hand trembled slightly as he realized: the game had just crossed into territory far more dangerous, far more thrilling, than before.

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[shailu4ever]

Scene: Sirisha’s Bra: Coin toss
 

The words hung in the room like a slow-burning fuse:
“Sirisha’s Bra.”
 
Sirisha’s breath hitched sharply. Her hands flew almost instinctively to the straps across her chest, fingers pressing against the thin fabric as though the slip of paper itself had reached forward to tug it away. A rush of heat crawled up her neck, blooming across her cheeks until it seemed her whole face was on fire.
 
Her mind twisted in knots. My bra? Now? Before them both? The thought was mortifying, she could hardly bear the idea of being exposed, of feeling the cool air on her bare skin while their eyes watched, drank her in.
 
 
And yet, beneath that fear pulsed something darker, something hotter: a thrill that sent her stomach fluttering and her thighs pressing closer together. She wanted to run, but she also wanted to stay. Especially to stay.
 
 
Neetu saw the storm in her eyes. Leaning in, she laid a hand softly on Sirisha’s knee, her touch tender, grounding. “It’s alright, beta,” she murmured, voice husky but laced with warmth. “You’re beautiful. Let the game guide you.”
 
The words soothed and inflamed her in equal measure. Sirisha’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst. She had seen Neetu like this, radiant, confident, unapologetic, but never imagined she herself would be pulled into such a daring current.
 
Ravi, still holding the slip of paper, struggled to keep his expression steady. Inside, however, he was undone. The image of Sirisha’s lips on Neetu’s breast still burned in his mind, and now the idea of her half-naked before them was nearly too much to bear.
 
She’s going to… she might really… He clenched the chit tighter, his knuckles pale, as though that scrap of paper was the only thing anchoring him to composure.
 
Neetu’s smile widened, playful now. She reached for the glass jar again, swirling the coins inside so they chimed like small bells. “Now,” she purred, “let’s see who gets the honor.”
 
The coin gleamed as she fished one out, its worn edges catching the glow of the daylight. She held it up between two fingers, her eyes glinting with mischief as she turned to Sirisha. “Call it, Ravi. Heads or tails?”
 
Sirisha swallowed hard, caught between fear and anticipation.  
 
“Heads.” Ravi’s voice very excited with high anticipation and longing.

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Neetu tossed the coin. If it will be heads, Ravi will remove Sirisha’s Bra, else, she will. It spun in the air, a flash of silver, before landing in her palm. She turned it slowly, savoring the reveal.
 
Tails.
 
The word alone seemed to thrum through the air like a drumbeat.
 
Neetu’s smile deepened, slow and sultry. She leaned closer, her loose braid brushing against her collarbone as her eyes flicked between Ravi and Sirisha. “Looks like it’s me.”
 
Sirisha’s stomach lurched, a heady mix of dread and excitement. The thought of Neetu, her Bhabhi, slipping away the last piece of modesty she clung to sent sparks racing along every nerve.
 
She wanted to protest, to cover herself tighter, but the warmth in Neetu’s gaze held her fast, rooted her in place.
 
Ravi exhaled, a sound so low it was almost a growl. Watching them, his chest tightened painfully. The game was no longer just a game.
 
It was unfolding into something raw, dangerous, breathtaking, and he could do nothing but stand at the edge of it, watching cute little Sirisha’s innocence teeter between hesitation and surrender.
 
Neetu let the coin slide slowly down her palm, its soft scbang against her skin an almost deliberate tease. She leaned forward, her breath brushing against Sirisha’s ear. “Fate has spoken,” she whispered, her tone velvet-rich. “It’s my turn… to guide you. It is my turn… to un robe you. It is my turn… to taste those gorgeous and delicious fruits you have beta”
 
Sirisha shivered. The nearness of Neetu’s voice, the authority beneath its gentleness, sent a shudder through her chest. Her fingers twitched at her bra strap again, wanting to both cling to it and surrender it at the same time.
 
Neetu’s hand rose, not yet touching, just hovering, close enough for Sirisha to feel the warmth of her palm radiating over her bare shoulder. The anticipation of that contact, the inevitability of what came next, made her breath hitch sharply.
 
Her inner voice quivered: This is happening. She’s going to touch me. She’s going to take it away…
 
And Neetu, steady, patient, smiled knowingly. She wasn’t rushing, she wanted Sirisha to drown in this moment of waiting, of aching, until surrender was the only choice left.
 
“Shall we, beta?” she asked again, this time softer, more dangerous, her eyes never leaving Sirisha’s.
 
Ravi’s nails dug lightly into his palm as he watched. His breath came unsteady, his mind screaming at him to remember the line, the boundary. 

Yet his heart, his body, told him there was no line anymore. 

Only this, this beautiful unraveling before his eyes.

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[shailu4ever]

Sirisha’s Bra: The Removal
 

The air felt heavier, denser, as though the walls themselves leaned in to watch.
 
Neetu’s hand finally closed the distance, her fingertips brushing the smooth skin of Sirisha’s shoulder.
 
The touch was featherlight, barely there, but it sent an immediate shiver through Sirisha’s body. Her breath stuttered, lips parting in a soft gasp she couldn’t control.
 
She’s touching me… she’s really going to…
 
Neetu’s lips curved in a knowing smile, catching the flicker of panic and desire in the younger woman’s eyes. Her voice was velvet when she murmured, “Relax, beta. Trust me.”
 
Ravi’s throat went dry. The sight before him, Sirisha trembling, caught between fear and surrender, Neetu steady and commanding, struck him like a blow to the chest.
 
His heart thudded painfully, torn between awe and a burning hunger that felt almost unbearable.
My God… Sirisha… she’s letting this happen.
 
Neetu let her fingers slide along the thin strap of Sirisha’s bra, tracing it from the curve of her shoulder down to where it nestled against the top of her breast.
 
She lingered there, her thumb stroking slow, deliberate circles. Sirisha’s skin tingled under the touch, her body screaming with anticipation.
 
I should stop this… I should cover myself… But she didn’t move. Instead, she tilted slightly forward, unconsciously leaning into Neetu’s warmth, her pulse a wild flutter beneath her skin.
 
“Beautiful,” Neetu whispered, almost reverent.
 
With a careful motion, she slipped the strap lower, watching as it slid down Sirisha’s arm, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. Sirisha’s breath caught again, her fingers clutching the edge of the couch as if to steady herself.
 
She wanted to hide, but the sensation was intoxicating, each inch of exposed skin feeding the fire inside her.
 
Ravi inhaled sharply, his hands curling into fists on his knees. The strap’s slow descent was almost too much to watch, too much to bear. His chest swelled with pride and aching desire all at once. She’s so vulnerable… and yet so strong to let this happen in front of me.
 
Neetu’s eyes never left Sirisha’s face. She wanted her to feel every second, every flicker of sensation, to drown in the awareness of being seen, admired, cherished.
 
The second strap slid free with the same care, her fingers brushing against Sirisha’s collarbone as it fell.
 
Now only the clasp held the last shield of modesty in place.

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[shailu4ever]

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Neetu’s hand moved with aching slowness, fingers hovering at the center of Sirisha’s back. She bent closer, her lips grazing the shell of Sirisha’s ear. “Breathe, beta. Just breathe.”
 
Sirisha obeyed, drawing in a shaky breath that rattled through her chest. Her mind was a whirl of shame and thrill, fear and craving. She’s going to undo it… there’ll be nothing left… And yet, beneath the thought, a darker voice whispered: I want this. I want her to see me. Ravi Bhayya already did see me.  But I want him to see me along with Neetu Bhabhi.  This is giving her thrill and fear at the same time.
 
The clasp gave way with a soft click.
 
The sound rang like thunder in the silence of the room.
 
Sirisha froze, her body taut, as Neetu gently peeled the cups away, her fingers grazing the sides of her breasts before lifting the bra free.
 
The cool air kissed Sirisha’s bare breasts, and her arms instinctively twitched upward, but she stopped herself. She forced them down, trembling, her cheeks burning as she sat exposed before them.
 
Ravi’s breath left him in a rush, almost a groan.
 
The sight stole every word from his mouth.
 
His innocent and bubbly Sirisha, unveiled, her breasts rising and falling with uneven breaths, the glow of daylight painting her skin in gold.
 
It was the most breathtaking image of his life. She’s radiant… more than I ever dreamed…
 
Neetu let the bra slip from her fingers, dropping it onto the growing pile of discarded clothes.
 
Then, with a soft smile, she cupped Sirisha’s cheek, tilting her face upward. “See?” she murmured. “Perfect.”
 
Sirisha’s lips trembled. She felt raw, bared to the core, but the warmth in Neetu’s voice soothed her shame, transformed it into something else, something fierce and thrilling.
 
Her nipples stiffened under the weight of their gazes, a physical confession of her arousal she could not hide.
 
Ravi reached out without thinking, his hand brushing her arm, a silent reassurance.
 
His touch was trembling. He didn’t trust himself to speak, not yet.
 
The world seemed to still.
 
Sirisha’s breasts rose and fell with shallow breaths, the daylight caressing her bare skin, highlighting every curve, every delicate swell.
 
The cool air teased across her nipples, already stiff from anticipation, and she felt a flush burn her entire body.

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[shailu4ever]

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Her arms twitched with the instinct to cover herself, but she forced them back down, trembling with the effort. No… I can’t hide now. Not after coming this far.
 
For Neetu, the sight was mesmerizing. She had seen Sirisha in every stage of girlhood, shy, playful, modest, but never like this. This was womanhood unveiled, trembling yet luminous. Her lips parted with awe and affection as she whispered in her mind, So beautiful… and she doesn’t even know how radiant she is.
 
There was tenderness in her gaze, but also a darker, simmering hunger that made her throat tighten.
 
Ravi could hardly breathe. His chest ached with the force of his heartbeat, his palms damp as he stared at his Neetu Bhabhi. Never in all time together had he imagined this exact moment, his Sirisha bared not just for him, but guided into exposure by another woman’s hands.
 
His pride and longing tangled together, overwhelming him. God, she’s perfect. She’s never looked so alive… so vulnerable… so mine. The sight seared itself into his memory, and he knew it would never leave him.
 
Sirisha’s mind was chaos. Shame prickled at her skin, urging her to curl inward, to retreat, but Neetu’s hand on her cheek anchored her.
 
And beneath the shame, something stronger pulsed: a raw, undeniable thrill. They’re looking at me… they both see me… and they want this. The thought scared her, yet it made her thighs press together unconsciously, seeking relief from the ache building inside.
 
Neetu brushed her thumb along Sirisha’s jawline, smiling softly. “There,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing, “no more hiding.”
 
The light is filling the silence that followed, but it was not an empty silence. It was charged, alive, thick with the weight of three hearts beating wildly, three minds spinning in their own currents of desire and disbelief.
Sirisha swallowed hard, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, she closed her eyes briefly, as though surrendering, not just to the game, but to the moment itself.
 
And Ravi, watching her, thought with a jolt of realization: We’ve crossed a line we can never return from. And I don’t want to.
 
Neetu glanced at him, then back at Sirisha, her eyes glittering with mischief and something deeper. “Now, beta,” she whispered, her thumb stroking the corner of Sirisha’s mouth, “let’s see how brave you really are.”

The room heavy with anticipation. Sirisha sat suspended between fear and desire, every nerve alight, her heart pounding in her chest.
 
And the game, their dangerous, intoxicating game, had only just begun.
 

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Neetu’s First Touch

 
Neetu leaned closer, her fingers brushing against the soft strap that still clung stubbornly to Sirisha’s shoulder. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate, as though every second was meant to be savored.
 
For Sirisha, the moment was overwhelming. Her bra had come away, leaving her breasts bare for the first time in front of another woman, and in front of Ravi Bhayya. Her skin prickled with awareness, goosebumps rippling in waves across her body. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, each inhalation pulling the warm air tight into her lungs.
 
Ravi’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. He tried to steady his breathing, but the sight of Neetu Bhabhi’s hand lingering so close to Sirisha’s bare skin sent a sharp ache through him. He had always known Neetu as Vamsi’s wife, the elegant, composed woman who carried herself with grace at family dinners and neighborhood gatherings. And Sirisha… Sirisha had always been the shy, gentle one, someone he felt protective of, someone who called him Bhayya with such innocent warmth. Yet here they were, standing at the edge of something so intimate, so forbidden, that his very heartbeat felt heavy in his chest.
 
Neetu let her palm hover for a moment before she allowed her fingers to trace the outer curve of Sirisha’s breast. The touch was light, like a whisper across the skin, but it set off a storm inside Sirisha. Her nipples hardened instantly, betraying her, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.
 
A gasp slipped from Sirisha’s lips. She bit it back, embarrassed, but Neetu smiled, a knowing, sultry smile that told her this was exactly how it was supposed to feel.
 
"Soft… so soft," Neetu thought, marveling at the warmth beneath her fingertips. She had touched her own body countless times, but this, touching another woman, guiding her, teaching her, felt intoxicatingly powerful. She glanced sideways at Ravi, catching the flicker of awe in his eyes, and something inside her swelled with confidence.
 
Sirisha’s thoughts, by contrast, were scattered. “She’s touching me… Neetu Bhabhi is touching me… how can it feel this good? Why do I not want it to stop? And Bhayya is watching… he’s watching me…” A rush of heat spread from her chest down to her stomach, curling low and heavy, making her thighs press together instinctively.
 
Neetu’s thumb swept slowly over Sirisha’s nipple. It was tender, achingly responsive, and the moment her skin made contact, Sirisha’s body jolted with sensation. Her lips parted, her breath escaping in a trembling sigh she couldn’t suppress.

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Ravi felt that sound reverberate through him. His throat tightened as he watched Sirisha close her eyes, surrendering to the touch. He had never seen innocence unravel into desire so openly. It was breathtaking, and deeply unsettling, because he knew he shouldn’t want this as badly as he did.
 
Neetu leaned closer, her lips brushing Sirisha’s ear. “See, beta?” she whispered, her voice low and velvety. “Your body already knows what it likes. You only need to listen.”
 
Sirisha shivered. She felt caught in a current she couldn’t resist, her body arching ever so slightly into Neetu’s palm. Her breasts ached for more, her skin hungry for the kind of touch she had never dared imagine before.
 
Ravi, standing so close he could feel the heat radiating from both of them, swallowed hard. “This is real,” he thought. “Sirisha, innocent little Sirisha, is letting Bhabhi touch her like this. And I’m watching. God help me, I can’t look away.”
 
Neetu, emboldened by their reactions, shifted her other hand to cup Sirisha fully, her fingers spreading across the soft swell. She kneaded gently, expertly, guiding the younger woman into this new territory. Each squeeze drew another tremor, another whispered sound from Sirisha’s lips.
 
Sirisha clutched at the couch cushion beside her, grounding herself, yet her body betrayed her restraint. Her nipples hardened further under Neetu’s ministrations, taut and eager, as though begging for more.
 
Neetu tilted her head, her dark eyes locking onto Sirisha’s face. “Don’t fight it,” she murmured. “Let yourself feel. Let yourself want.”
 
Those words broke something inside Sirisha. Her chest heaved with the force of her breaths, her body leaning into Neetu’s touch with a desperate honesty she could no longer hide. A soft moan slipped free, unbidden, and Ravi felt it lodge in his chest like a spark.
 
For Neetu, the sound was pure triumph. “Yes,” she thought, her lips curving into a sultry smile. “She’s opening. She’s learning. And she’s beautiful like this, so raw, so unguarded.”
 
The fire crackled in the hearth, throwing shadows across their faces. The room seemed to contract around them, thick with heat and tension. Every breath, every glance, every touch was charged with meaning, a quiet storm of anticipation and forbidden pleasure.
 
Ravi’s hand, almost of its own accord, brushed against Sirisha’s arm, a light, steadying touch, but one that lingered. “She’s trembling,” he realized, his chest tightening with emotion. “And yet she wants it. God, she wants this.”
 
Sirisha opened her eyes, meeting his for a fleeting second, and in that glance Ravi saw everything, her nervousness, her hunger, her surrender. It was a moment that seared itself into him, a memory he knew he would never forget.
 
And then Neetu’s thumb rolled once more across the stiff peak of her nipple, drawing another gasp, another flush of red across Sirisha’s cheeks, and pulling them all deeper into the moment they could no longer undo.
 

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Neetu’s Mouth exploring Sirisha’s top
 

The room was silent except for the crackle of the fire and the quickened rhythm of breath. Sirisha’s bra lay discarded beside the couch, a small, defeated piece of fabric that had once shielded her innocence. Now, her breasts were bare, glowing in the firelight, taut with both chill and anticipation.
 
Neetu’s eyes softened as she looked at the girl before her, no longer just the playful younger sister-in-law she had teased and scolded, but a trembling woman caught in the first bloom of discovery. “So young, so untouched… and yet so willing,” she thought, her lips curling into a tender, knowing smile.
 
She leaned in slowly, deliberately, savoring the way Sirisha’s chest rose and fell in quick, nervous gasps. Her hand slid across the smooth plane of Sirisha’s stomach, up over the curve of her ribcage, until her palm cupped the full weight of her breast. Warmth met warmth, soft and pliant under her touch.
 
Sirisha shivered violently, her lips parting on a soundless gasp. “Oh god… Bhabhi’s hand… she’s touching me there… she’s really touching me.” Her whole body ached with tension, caught between the urge to pull away and the desperate longing to press closer.
 
“Shh, beta,” Neetu whispered, her voice a low purr as her thumb brushed across the stiffening peak. “Relax. Just feel.”
 
And then, without warning, Neetu lowered her mouth.
 
Her lips closed around Sirisha’s nipple with exquisite slowness, a warm, silken heat enveloping the delicate bud as her tongue swept across it in a lazy circle. A low hum of approval vibrated in her throat, the sound melting straight into Sirisha’s skin and making her chest quiver.
 
Sirisha cried out softly, a sound half-moan, half-gasp. Her knees trembled uncontrollably, and her hands flew to clutch the couch cushion behind her for balance. “She’s… Neetu Bhabhi is sucking me… Neetu Bhabhi is actually sucking my breast…” The thought alone was so overwhelming that a hot flush raced through her entire body, burning across her neck and cheeks.
 
She arched helplessly toward the pull of that mouth, her body betraying her desire.
 
Ravi, watching from mere inches away, felt his chest tighten with a violent rush of heat. His lips parted, but no sound came out. “This is real. Neetu Bhabhi’s lips… on Sirisha… her tongue teasing her like that… oh god.” His fists clenched, nails biting into his palms, as if the sharpness would ground him.

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