Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Yet even that could not anchor him against the dizzying hunger that threatened to consume him whole.
 
Neetu lingered there, savoring every tremor that ran through Sirisha’s body. Her tongue flicked lightly at the tip of Sirisha’s nipple, coaxing it to a firmer swell before drawing it deeper between her lips with a languid, knowing suck.

Each movement was patient, deliberate, as though she was teaching Sirisha the language of pleasure one stroke at a time.
 
Sirisha whimpered, her moans spilling out in soft, broken whispers. Her head tipped back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut, lips parted as though she were caught in prayer. “Oh My God… It’s too much… too much… but I don’t want her to stop… I never want her to stop.”
 
The sensation was unlike anything she had ever imagined, a liquid fire under her skin, spreading in dizzying, unstoppable waves.
 
Neetu pulled back just long enough to breathe against the damp, sensitized peak. Her lips brushed the tender flesh in feather light kisses before circling back, teasing the areola with the tip of her tongue.
 
Her voice was husky when she murmured against Sirisha’s skin, “So sweet, beta… you are so soft… like you were made for my mouth.”
 
The words sank into Sirisha’s ears and unfurled inside her like an intimate secret. 

She shuddered, clutching at Neetu’s shoulders now, unable to contain the need that surged through her veins. “Made for her mouth… Bhabhi is saying that about me… about my body.”
 
Ravi felt his breath falter, the sight stealing the very air from his lungs. His gaze followed Neetu’s mouth as it worked slowly over Sirisha’s breast, each lick, each wet sound echoing in his chest like a drumbeat. “How can something be so beautiful and so unbearable at the same time?”
 
Neetu smiled against Sirisha’s skin, her tongue tracing a long, slow lick up to the tip again. She drew the nipple into her mouth and sucked with more intent this time, her free hand kneading the other breast in a tender rhythm.
 
Sirisha’s body convulsed, her toes curling against the floor as a sharp moan burst free.
 
Ravi sat frozen, his eyes wide, lips parted.
 
His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths as he watched Neetu suckle Sirisha’s breast.

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[venkygeethu]

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[shailu4ever]

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“She’s really doing it… her lips wrapped around Sirisha, teasing her like that… and Sirisha is… enjoying it. God help me, this is too much.” His hands flexed restlessly, fighting the urge to touch, to steady, to take part. But he stayed still, spellbound.
 

Neetu lingered, her tongue circling lazily, coaxing Sirisha’s nipple to a firmer peak. She pulled back just enough to let the cool air kiss the damp skin before taking it deeper into her mouth again with a stronger, deliberate suck. 

A low hum vibrated in her throat, sending a quiver straight into Sirisha’s chest.
 
Sirisha’s head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut. Her lips parted around a trembling gasp. “I can feel every flick… every pull… it’s like Neetu Bhabhi is drinking me in. I can’t stop shaking. I don’t want her to stop.”
 
Neetu released the nipple with a wet pop, smiling as it stood flushed and swollen from her attention.
 
She pressed soft kisses all around the tender flesh, then traced a teasing line with her tongue before whispering against the skin, “So sweet, beta… like every inch of you is made for my mouth.”
 
The words pierced through Sirisha like a spark. Her chest heaved as she shuddered, clutching Neetu’s shoulders now instead of the couch. “Made for her mouth… she’s saying that about me… about my body…” The thought was intoxicating, dizzying.
 
Ravi nearly groaned aloud at those words. His throat burned with restrained desire as he leaned slightly forward, drawn closer by an invisible pull. “Bhabhi… what are you doing to us? To that innocent little girl? To me? This is unbearable.”
 
Neetu shifted, her hand gliding across Sirisha’s other breast, kneading gently in rhythm with her mouth. She alternated, her lips and tongue lavishing attention on one nipple while her fingers teased the other, pinching lightly, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. Her tongue traced a slow spiral inward before latching on with a hungry little suck, drawing another gasp from Sirisha’s throat.
 
Sirisha cried out, her whole body arching toward the dual sensation.
 
“Bhabhi…” Sirisha moaned, the word spilling from her lips in a tone that was both pleading and reverent.
 
She buried her fingers in Neetu’s hair, tugging lightly, unsure if she wanted to push her away or hold her closer. But Sirisha ended up pulling her closer without realizing it.
 
Her body swayed toward the heat of that mouth, her lips parting in a plea she couldn’t voice. 

Every flick of Neetu’s tongue, every tug of her lips sent a fresh jolt of electricity through her veins.

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Ravi could hardly breathe. His eyes darted between Neetu’s glistening mouth and Sirisha’s flushed, overwhelmed face.


“Sirisha’s losing herself in it… and Neetu Bhabhi… she looks like she’s savoring every inch and every second.” The fire inside crackled louder, or maybe it was just the blood roaring in his ears.

 
Neetu smiled against her skin, it is like a feast for long starving hunger. She has been eyeing Sirisha since her marriage with Vamsi. Now it is her time, she is fulfilling all her hunger. She is suckling harder now, her tongue flicking rapidly before dragging slow, languid circles.

Her free hand stroked Sirisha’s side, sliding along her ribs and down to the gentle curve of her waist, grounding her even as she unraveled her.
 
Sirisha was drowning in sensation. Her pulse thundered in her ears, her thighs pressed together helplessly, seeking relief from the ache building deep inside. “I can’t believe this is happening… Bhabhi’s mouth, her hands, her voice… I’m melting, I’m hers, completely hers. All these days, I don’t know this much happiness, this much pleasure, this much fulfillment is existing in the world”
 
Ravi’s breath shuddered out, his eyes dark with desire. His entire body tensed with the force of holding back. “If she moans like that again, I’ll lose control. This is the most beautiful, the most maddening thing I’ve ever seen. He want to stop the game and join them and continue to feel the endless pleasure”
 
Neetu switched breasts now, her mouth claiming the untouched one, her tongue swirling around the stiff peak of the nipple before drawing it into a wet, hungry suck. Her moan of satisfaction vibrated through Sirisha’s flesh, and the younger woman whimpered, jerking forward into the heat of her mouth.
 
The room was thick now with the sound of breath and moans, with the scent of warm skin and rising desire. Time seemed to stretch, every second a slow burn of unbearable pleasure.
 
Mouth on breast, heat on heat, the slow surrender of one young woman to another’s experienced touch.
 
Neetu finally pulled back, her lips glistening, a sly smile curving her mouth as she looked up at Sirisha’s dazed, flushed face,  her breath warm against Sirisha’s damp skin.
 
She kissed softly just above the nipple, then pressed her cheek against the younger woman’s heaving chest, smiling as she whispered, “See, beta? This is only the beginning.”
 
Her voice was husky, dripping with satisfaction. “Your body already knows how to speak. You just have to let it.”
 
Sirisha collapsed back against the couch, trembling, her chest still rising and falling sharply, her nipples flushed and wet from Neetu’s mouth.
 
She felt undone, exposed, yet filled with a wild, unspoken longing for more.
 

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[shailu4ever]

The Third Round Begins



“Time’s up.”

 
Ravi’s voice broke the spell like a stone dropped into still water. The words were gentle, almost reluctant, yet final.
 
Sirisha froze, her lips still tingling, her breath still mingling with Neetu’s skin. Every fiber of her body screamed against stopping, but she knew she had to obey. With trembling hesitation, she drew back, releasing Neetu’s breast from her mouth. Her chest ached immediately, an ache of emptiness, of wanting more. 

Her tongue still remembered the taste, her palms still remembered the weight, her body still hummed with need. It felt wrong to stop, like waking from a dream before it was finished. Her heart raced, caught between shame and a molten longing she couldn’t name.
 
Neetu exhaled softly, her chest rising and falling as though she too was unwilling to let go. She cupped Sirisha’s cheek with a tender hand, her thumb stroking along her jawline. “You did so well, beta,” she murmured, her voice husky, still vibrating with desire. “I didn’t want it to end either.” Her gaze held warmth and something darker, a hunger restrained behind a veneer of calm.
 
Sirisha’s eyes shimmered with unspoken words. I want more. I don’t want to stop. Please don’t let it end here. But she swallowed them down, lowering her gaze, trembling as a flush spread across her chest and cheeks. She was acutely aware of Ravi’s presence, the weight of his gaze, the ache it stirred in her, making her chest feel impossibly tight.
 
Ravi sat very still, trying to steady his breathing. His chest ached with the beauty and tension of what he had just witnessed, Sirisha, innocent and trembling, tasting Neetu with such tentative hunger; Neetu, confident and tender, offering herself so freely. 

His pulse hadn’t slowed; if anything, it hammered harder now, because the air between the three of them had grown heavier, thicker, alive with unfinished need. 

His stomach knotted with guilt, fascination, and a strange, desperate anticipation.

Breaking the silence, Neetu finally leaned back, her eyes still glittering with fire. She straightened herself and reached toward the small bowl on the table. 

With a playful tilt of her lips, she asked softly, “Shall we see what comes next?” Her eyes met Ravi’s for a brief moment, a cunning smile flashing, proof that their plan to draw Sirisha in was working.

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Her fingers rustled through the slips of paper, deliberately slow, letting the sound stretch out the tension.

Each folded chit seemed to glow with possibility, each one another step deeper into the unknown. Ravi leaned forward unconsciously, his eyes locked on Neetu’s hands.

Sirisha’s heart pounded so loud she thought they both might hear it, her pulse quickening with nervous anticipation and yearning.
 
At last, Neetu plucked one and unfolded it, her eyes scanning the words. Her smile spread wider, more wicked.
 
“Sirisha’s… panties.”
 
The room seemed to shudder. Sirisha’s breath caught in her throat, her entire body stiffening. Heat rushed through her, flooding her cheeks, her chest, even the tips of her fingers.
 
Her panties. Her last piece of clothing. Her last defense. The only fragile barrier protecting her womanhood.
 
She would be the first to stand naked in that room, once they remove this, bare before Neetu Bhabhi and Ravi Bhayya. Her complete body, the one she had hidden from everyone all her life, would be on display before their eyes.

She felt as though every secret she had ever guarded now clung to that single scrap of fabric. If she lost this, she would have nothing left to shield herself, no excuses, no hiding, no turning back.

The thought burned through her chest; never in her life had she imagined being in such a situation.
 
And yet, beneath the fear, a dangerous thrill coiled within her, whispering that perhaps this surrender was what she had been waiting for all along.
 
 
Ravi’s throat went dry. He couldn’t stop the image that burst into his mind, Sirisha bare, fully revealed, with nothing left between them, in front of him and Neetu Bhabhi. This is her final surrender for the threesome.
 
They had done it. They had successfully convinced Sirisha. She had never had sex before, and now she was about to have her first experience in front of Neetu Bhabhi, in a threesome.
 
He clenched his fists in his lap, torn between guilt, longing, and a wild pulse of excitement. His pulse raced as the tension coiled tighter around his chest.
 
Neetu let the words hang in the air, savoring them. Then, with an almost ceremonial calm, she picked up the coin from the table and held it up for both to see.
 
“Heads for Ravi, tails for me,” she said smoothly, her eyes flicking between them. “Let’s see who gets the honor.”

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[venkygeethu]

Eager to see who gets the honor?

[shailu4ever]

Eager to see who gets the honor?

Hi venkygeethu

Thanks so much for your feedback and interest! Looks like the coin’s got its work cut out for it, doesn’t it? 

The update’s coming right now, let’s see who gets the honor!

Really appreciate your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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Sirisha squeezed her hands together in her lap, her body trembling.


If it’s Bhayya… how can I bear it in front of Bhabhi? If it’s Bhabhi… will I be able to resist her? Her chest tightened, a wave of conflicting emotions, fear, desire, shame, and anticipation, crashing through her all at once.
 
The coin spun high into the air, catching the light as it twirled. For a heartbeat, all three pairs of eyes followed it, breathless, waiting.
 
It landed with a soft clink on the table, rolling once before settling flat.
 
Neetu leaned forward, her lips curving slowly into triumph.


“Tails,”

She announced.
 
Sirisha’s breath left her in a rush, half relief, half dread. Her heart thundered as her eyes lifted to Neetu’s. It’s her. It’s Bhabhi. She’s going to be the one… Her stomach tightened, her pulse threatening to overwhelm her thoughts.
 
Ravi let out a long, shaky exhale he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His pulse was wild, his mind a swirl of forbidden images. Neetu again. Always Neetu. She’ll be the one to undress Sirisha. And I’ll have to watch… every second of it. The thought left a strange ache in his chest, part longing, part guilt, part awe.
 
Neetu’s gaze softened as it settled on Sirisha, though the gleam in her eyes betrayed the hunger underneath. She reached across, brushing Sirisha’s arm with her fingertips, a promise in the simplest of touches. A current of reassurance and command flowed through her hand, grounding Sirisha even as her body trembled.
 
“It seems it’s me again, beta,” she whispered, her voice silk and smoke. “Are you ready?”
 
Sirisha’s lips parted, but no words came. Only a trembling nod, her body betraying her even as her mind spun with fear, anticipation, and forbidden excitement. She swallowed hard, her pulse a chaotic drumbeat of desire and hesitation.
 
Ravi watched, caught between reverence and helpless fascination, as Sirisha leaned slightly toward Neetu. Every small motion, every shiver, made his chest tighten with an ache he couldn’t name. He wanted to intervene, to shield her, yet another part of him hung on every second, riveted by the delicate tension between the two women. He was enjoying the way Neetu was seducing Sirisha, making her beg for this.
 
Sirisha’s thoughts were a whirlwind, every nerve alive, every glance from Neetu sending jolts through her. Everything she had been taught since childhood, her culture, her upbringing, told her she should stop here. She had already gone too far. 

She wanted to resist, to step back, but the calm strength in Neetu’s eyes and the gentle pressure of her touch made her want to surrender, even as fear coiled in her stomach.
 
Neetu’s hand lingered, brushing along Sirisha’s arm again, and a subtle warmth radiated from the touch. Each heartbeat felt magnified, each inhalation a mix of thrill and anxiety. 

For Sirisha, the world had narrowed to Neetu’s gaze, the faint sound of the coin on the table, and the tense awareness of Ravi’s eyes on her.

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[shailu4ever]

Between Longing and Fear



Neetu rose slowly, her movements fluid and deliberate, as if every step was part of a carefully constructed dance. She stepped closer to Sirisha, her bare feet barely whispering against the floor, as if the very air between them thickened, charged with an electric anticipation. Her presence alone seemed to press against Sirisha, a heat that radiated from her body, filling every inch of space between them.
 
“Stand up, beta,” Neetu murmured, her voice low, a soft command that stirred something deep inside Sirisha. Her fingers brushed Sirisha’s arm gently, coaxing her up. Sirisha obeyed, her knees shaky, her breath shallow, her heart thudding against her ribs in nervous anticipation. Fear and desire twisted together, a tight knot she couldn’t untangle.
 
She stood before Neetu, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Her hands hovered at her sides, twitching as though they longed to cover herself, but they didn’t dare.
 
Neetu smiled tenderly, her gaze a mixture of warmth and something far darker, something hungry. She tilted her head, the expression both comforting and commanding.
“Don’t be afraid. You’re beautiful. Let me show you.”
 
Her fingers slid down Sirisha’s sides, so light it was almost as if she wasn’t touching her at all. The feather-soft contact sent shivers through Sirisha, until Neetu reached the waistband of her panties. Neetu hooked her thumbs beneath the fabric, her gaze never leaving Sirisha’s wide, glistening eyes.
 
Sirisha trembled, the weight of the moment crashing down on her. She’s… she’s going to take them off. I’ll be bare. In front of both of them. No hiding anymore. Her skin prickled with a nervous heat, but beneath that, deeper still, was the molten pulse of longing, an ache she couldn’t ignore.
 
Neetu lowered herself gracefully, kneeling before her. The sight alone was enough to make Sirisha’s head spin. Neetu Bhabhi, elegant and commanding, now crouched at her feet, eyes level with the very last barrier Sirisha wore. Her pulse roared in her ears, a dizzying rush of fear and anticipation.
 
From where he sat, Ravi’s breath caught. The image before him was nearly unbearable: Neetu kneeling in front of Sirisha, her fingers poised to undress the younger girl, her lips dangerously close to the hem of her panties. It’s too much. Too much. And yet I can’t look away. His stomach twisted with a deep, aching intensity, his pulse hammering, his mind on fire with forbidden excitement.

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[shailu4ever]

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Neetu’s fingertips tugged gently, inching the fabric downward with agonizing slowness. As she did, she pressed a soft kiss to Sirisha’s hipbone. The kiss was tender, but the electric charge of it was undeniable, her lips against Sirisha’s skin felt like fire and ice all at once.

 
Sirisha gasped, her legs instinctively tightening.
“Bhabhi…” Her voice trembled, a blend of dread and desire that she couldn’t deny.
 
“Shh,” Neetu soothed, her lips brushing against Sirisha’s skin again. “It’s alright, beta. Trust me. Now let me see what’s underneath.”
 
The panties slid further down, the cool air brushing against Sirisha’s exposed skin. Neetu continued, moving teasingly slow, her breath warm against Sirisha’s thighs, sending a shiver up her spine.
 
Ravi clenched his jaw, his hands gripping his knees so hard his knuckles turned white. She’s bare… she’s almost bare, and Neetu is the one revealing her. The thought made his chest tighten, his body pulled taut with an electrifying anticipation. How am I supposed to just sit here?
 
Finally, the panties pooled around Sirisha’s ankles. Neetu’s eyes lifted, dark and molten, locking onto Sirisha’s.


“There… perfect. So beautiful.” Her voice was low, reverent, her gaze burning with an intensity that made Sirisha’s breath hitch.
 
Sirisha’s entire body quivered. Her hands fluttered uselessly at her sides, as though wanting to hide, yet longing to be seen at the same time. The heat of Neetu’s breath still ghosted over her skin, and the coolness of the air on her exposed body felt both like exposure and relief.
 
The flush that heated Sirisha’s cheeks spread down her neck, her heart pounding in her chest.
 
“It’s alright, beta,” Neetu murmured, her voice soft yet confident, as if she could feel the tightness in Sirisha’s body. Neetu touched her virgin pussy gently, leaning in to brush her lips against Sirisha’s lower lips.

“There’s nothing wrong with being beautiful, with wanting to be seen.”
 
Neetu’s fingers moved with expert tenderness, separating Sirisha’s pussy lips. The delicate softness of them, the way they yielded to Neetu’s touch, made Sirisha’s heart stutter. She glanced up, meeting Neetu’s gaze for a fleeting moment before her eyes dropped to Bhabhi, kneeling before her. Her legs spread wide, her body tilted forward in anticipation, waiting.
 
A gasp escaped Sirisha’s lips as Neetu leaned down, cupping the inside of Sirisha’s thigh, pressing a kiss to the tender skin. Sirisha shuddered, caught between the urge to pull away and the desperate need to stay where she was. The heat from Neetu’s lips mingled with the delicate scent of musk and jasmine that seemed to rise from Sirisha’s skin, a fragrance that drowned her senses.

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[shailu4ever]

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“So smooth,” Neetu whispered against Sirisha’s flesh, her voice a low, appreciative murmur as she traced a thumb across the curve of Sirisha’s hip before her hand moved down, tracing the soft crease of her labia, lingering there for a breathtaking moment.
 
 
That single, soft touch sent shivers down Sirisha’s spine. Neetu’s fingers, so sure, so skilled, separated the delicate lips of her pussy, teasing the soft skin around her entrance.
 
Neetu gently lifted Sirisha’s leg, guiding it higher onto her thigh. The gentle pressure of Neetu’s hand sent a shudder through Sirisha. Neetu’s thumb, so light, so teasing, began to caress the sensitive flesh of Sirisha’s clit. The touch was both tantalizing and satisfying, sending waves of heat through Sirisha’s body.
 
“You are so beautiful,” Neetu breathed again, her voice hushed with something more than mere pleasure. There was reverence, a deep admiration, as if Sirisha were something sacred, something to be cherished.
 
Sirisha’s hand reached up, her fingers gripping Neetu’s hair, anchoring herself against the tide of sensations rising inside her. Each touch, each kiss, each whisper was pulling her deeper into this moment, unraveling her, making her feel both vulnerable and desired in ways she’d never known.
 
“Bhabhi… what are you doing?” The words escaped Sirisha’s lips in a breathless sigh as Neetu slid two fingers inside her. The coolness of Neetu’s fingers was a shocking contrast to the heat between her thighs, but it was a welcome shock, easing the tension that had built up.
 
She arched instinctively into the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as Neetu’s fingers explored deep inside her, moving with a practiced gentleness that spoke volumes about the depth of their connection.
 
Neetu’s fingers danced inside her, exploring the folds of her pussy with an intimacy that made Sirisha feel utterly exposed yet undeniably desired. The act was slow, each movement drawn out, as though they were savoring every inch of her, their connection unraveling in a delicate dance.
 
Sirisha’s breath came in shallow, ragged bursts, her chest rising and falling as though each breath would either give her courage or betray her fear. But beneath it all, there was a strange comfort in Neetu’s presence, each touch and each word grounding her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone. A heat bloomed inside her, one of desire, yes, but also of being truly seen, a feeling she’d never known, as though Neetu had peeled away every mask she had ever worn.
 
Ravi, still seated just steps away, felt his pulse hammer in his ears, his chest tight with awe, excitement, and helpless desire. The scene unfolding before him was like a vision too fragile to disturb, too intense to endure.
 
His eyes darted between Sirisha’s flushed face and Neetu’s steady devotion, and he was caught between reverence and raw, electric excitement.
 
Every movement, every sigh, every glance, sent jolts through him, leaving him breathless, gripped by a longing he couldn’t escape.
 
 

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[prasannas2001]

Boy!!! what erotic conversations!!! Awesome!!! Bring them together Shailu ji!!!

Totally.

[shailu4ever]

Craving the Forbidden
 

Neetu’s eyes were fixed on Sirisha’s exposed pussy, her gaze dark, hungry, filled with a desperate longing that pulled at her like an unspoken promise.
 
The sight before her, the soft, delicate pink folds of Sirisha’s body, open and vulnerable, sent a low growl vibrating from deep in her chest. Every curve, every glimmering fold, teased her, driving Neetu to the edge of control.
 
Her breath caught in her throat, her body thrumming with desire, her thoughts greedy, consumed by what she wanted to do with Sirisha.
 
Ravi, seated just a few feet away, could feel the tension in the room tightening like a noose, the air charged with undeniable heat.
 
His gaze locked on Sirisha’s exposed body, and his chest tightened, the muscles in his body rigid with a wild craving. I shouldn’t be feeling this way, he thought, the internal battle a futile attempt to contain the raw lust that had been building since Neetu first began undressing Sirisha. But it was impossible to look away. I want this. I want her… both of them.
 
Sirisha’s pussy glistened, the fluid within her folds a silent cry of need. It twitched subtly, like it was alive, betraying her mounting desire.
 
The soft inner lips were smooth, thin, and as delicate as petals, surrounding the small, pink opening to her vagina, parted just enough to entice.
 
Neetu’s fingers itched to touch her, to feel how deep her pussy is or how deep her fingers could go. The thought made Ravi’s groin tighten, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. Stop. Just stop looking at her like that, he ordered himself, but the sight was impossible to ignore.
 
Neetu’s breath hitched as her gaze took in the glistening edges of Sirisha’s entrance, wet with lust. The sight of Sirisha, already trembling, exposed and open, made Neetu’s pulse race.
 
Sirisha’s body was betraying her excitement, her skin flushed with warmth as she lay beneath Neetu’s gaze, vulnerable yet inviting. Neetu could feel the intensity of her own desire, pulsing through her, a hunger that wanted to devour Sirisha whole.
 
She wanted to taste her, to feel every twitch, every quiver, every soft gasp that escaped Sirisha’s lips.
 
“Bhabhi… please…” Sirisha’s voice trembled, thick with desperation, her tone shaky, a plea wrapped in need. The sound of it made Neetu ache to press herself against Sirisha, to take her right then and there.
 
Ravi’s grip on his thighs tightened as he heard the desperation in Sirisha’s voice, the subtle tremor in her plea pulling him deeper into the scene.

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[shailu4ever]

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His arousal surged, making his breath come in shallow gasps. I can’t stand this. I can’t just watch. He wanted to touch them, to be part of this moment, but he was frozen, unable to break free of the desire consuming him.
 
Every soft fold, every glistening edge, every tiny twitch of fluid between Sirisha’s thighs was an invitation, a cry for vulnerability and need. Neetu could feel the pull of Sirisha’s delicate softness, how her body trembled with each passing moment, her desire almost palpable. The raw craving surged through Neetu, an insatiable hunger that wanted to claim Sirisha with everything she had.
 
Sirisha was exquisite, too perfect, too fragile, too beautiful to resist. And the longer Neetu stared, the more Sirisha shivered beneath her, the hotter and wetter she became. Neetu could barely restrain herself, her own body throbbing with want. She wanted Sirisha now, all of her, right now.
 
Ravi felt the ache deep in his chest, the tension unbearable. He was not part of this. But it feels like I am. It was too much, too close, too real. His mind spun, torn between desire and guilt, a collision of conflicting emotions that left him aching for something he knew he couldn’t have.
 
Neetu moved forward, her tongue rough and demanding as it dragged slowly along the outer folds of Sirisha’s pussy.
 
The heat of Neetu’s mouth made Sirisha’s body stiffen, her breath catching in her throat as the first flick of Neetu’s tongue sent electric jolts of sensation through her.
 
Neetu moved closer to her clit, and Sirisha’s body tensed with anticipation, every inch of her skin aware of Neetu’s touch.
 
As soon as Neetu’s tongue flicked over her bud, Sirisha’s hips jerked involuntarily, a loud moan escaping her lips, desperate for more.
 
Neetu didn’t hesitate. She pressed harder, her tongue moving with precision, circling the sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure crashing through Sirisha’s body. Sirisha’s hips bucked, her body begging for more, the pleasure overwhelming her.
 
Neetu’s tongue picked up speed, moving faster and more aggressively, the pressure on Sirisha’s clit increasing as her fingers slid deep into her wet pussy.
 
Neetu’s fingers explored, feeling the way Sirisha’s body tightened around her. Sirisha was soaking wet, her heat a clear indication that she was ready, and Neetu couldn’t get enough of the taste of her.
 
Her tongue plunged deeper, her touch becoming more urgent, as she tasted every inch of Sirisha, licking, sucking, fucking Sirisha with her mouth.
 
“Bhabhi…” Sirisha gasped, her voice breaking, tight with pleasure. The words came out almost like a prayer, as though asking Neetu to push her further, to take her even deeper. The desperation was palpable.

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[shailu4ever]

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Neetu didn’t let up. Her tongue kept sweeping over Sirisha’s slick folds, her lips sucking harder, pulling Sirisha lower, deeper, into the abyss of pleasure. Sirisha’s body shuddered beneath her, every moan, every gasp, making her feel untouchable, as though she had become a part of this moment, a creature of pure sensation, lost in the need.
 
Ravi’s own body trembled with desire as he watched, his breath coming in quick gasps. Every moan from Sirisha, every flick of Neetu’s tongue, burned itself into his mind. His chest was tight, his stomach twisted with an intensity that left him feeling helpless, caught between guilt and longing.
 
The emotions were too powerful, overwhelming him. He wanted to touch them both, to claim this space, to become one with them, but he remained frozen, unable to act, consumed by the desire he couldn’t escape.
 
Neetu’s hands gripped Sirisha’s hips, her fingers digging in as she pulled her closer, anchoring her to the pleasure. Neetu deepened the kiss with her tongue, sliding it between Sirisha’s folds, savoring the taste of her. She teased Sirisha’s clit again, flicking it with purpose, pulling out desperate gasps from Sirisha’s lips.
 
The younger woman was trembling now, her body a taut coil, every part of her skin on fire. Sirisha’s moans grew louder, her back arching as she sought more, closer, deeper.
 
The pressure in her core was building, but Neetu refused to let her fall, keeping the pace slow, deliberate, as though she were savoring every second of Sirisha’s unraveling.
 
Ravi was shaking now, the strain of holding himself back too much to bear. His body screamed for release, torn between the overwhelming need to take part in this and the guilt that threatened to drown him. He wanted to be inside this, to touch them both, to claim the space between them. His thoughts spiraled into a haze of longing and helplessness.
 
“Bhabhi…” Sirisha whispered, the desperation in her voice thick, as though she were already at the edge. “Please…”
 
It was Neetu’s teeth, a playful nip at Sirisha’s frenulum, that sent her over the edge. The gentle bite triggered a chain reaction of heat, lightning racing through Sirisha’s body. She gasped, her fingers gripping the couch as she came undone, her body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm.
 
Neetu held her close, murmuring soothing words against Sirisha’s skin even as the last tremors passed. Her tongue lingered, slowly tracing circles around Sirisha’s clit, as though grounding her in the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. The motion was both satisfying and strangely comforting, as though Neetu were ensuring that Sirisha would never feel alone in this moment.
 
Ravi watched, his heart hammering in his chest, his gaze locked onto Sirisha’s flushed face. The pleasure radiating from her was almost too much to bear. He wanted to taste what Neetu had tasted, to feel their connection between them. He couldn’t stop himself anymore. The need was too great.
 
It wasn’t just about physical pleasure anymore; it was the feeling of being seen, cherished in this raw vulnerability, this space where there was no judgment, only the heat of Neetu’s desire and a devotion that felt almost ancient.
 

-- oOo --

[shailu4ever]

The Fourth Round Begins
 

Ravi’s voice broke the silence, the words hanging in the air like a heavy, inevitable decree.

“Time’s up.”

The command was soft but unyielding, settling into the space between them like a stone sinking into still water. The weight of the words was undeniable, but so was the craving that pulsed through him. 

The third round had ended, and with it, the rush of exhilaration mixed with frustration. His chest heaved, lungs tight with anticipation, but the aching reality that they only had five minutes, five fleeting minutes to indulge in this dangerous game, made it all the more bittersweet. 

He couldn’t stop. But neither could he go on forever.
 
Sirisha froze, her lips still tingling from their previous touch, the taste of Neetu’s skin lingering on her own. Her body felt suspended in time, as though the world had paused, holding its breath. Her mind raced, unable to let go of the sensation of pleasure that still swirled within her. 

She couldn’t bear the thought of it ending. It was like waking from a dream too soon, only to find that everything real felt insufficient. The air around them had thickened, richer somehow, as if the universe itself had become charged with something deeper, something undeniable.
 
Neetu’s hand brushed Sirisha’s arm softly, a touch that was both calming and electric. 

The shiver it sent down Sirisha’s spine spoke of unspoken power, an intimate command that made her feel both vulnerable and desired. "Go ahead, beta," Neetu murmured, her voice like velvet, but underneath the softness, Sirisha could hear something darker, something hungry. "Pick the next chit."

Her words were like a promise, and Sirisha knew that the next step, whatever it was, would be a new threshold to cross.
 
Ravi’s eyes flicked between Neetu and Sirisha, his pulse quickening as tension began to crawl through the room. His body was taut, wound tight with a mixture of nervous excitement and anticipation.
 
He had no idea what would happen next, and that lack of control left him hanging on the edge. His body was already strung too tight, bracing for something that was both inevitable and terrifying.
 
Sirisha nodded silently, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the small bowl of folded chits. 

The rustle of the paper was a soft murmur in the heavy silence, the sound stretching out as if mocking the fleeting time they had left.

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[shailu4ever]

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For a heartbeat, it felt as though the world was suspended, all three of them locked in a single moment of silent anticipation, the tension so thick it was almost tangible.
 
With a careful hand, Sirisha unfolded the chit. 

Her gaze flickered down to the words written in delicate handwriting, and her breath caught. The paper whispered the answer that had already begun to shift the very balance of power in the room: Ravi’s briefs.
 
Ravi’s stomach clenched at the sight. His heart raced, pounding in his chest as his face flushed with a mix of heat and cold. It was like the room had shrunk, everything around him collapsing into the knowledge of what was about to happen. 

His breath faltered, but his gaze was drawn magnetically to the sight of Sirisha’s hands holding the chit with his clothing on it, the implications thickening the air, suffocating him. He could feel a mixture of guilt and desire, the two emotions colliding in a way that left him dizzy and uncertain.
 
Neetu’s lips curled into a smile, one that was tender but edged with something far more wicked. Her eyes glinted with dangerous excitement, the kind that came from knowing she was pushing all of them closer to the edge. She turned to Ravi, her voice a soft murmur, low and teasing. “Ready for this, beta?”


The words were soft, but beneath them was a current of something much deeper, something that made Ravi’s chest tighten with anticipation and an underlying nervousness. He couldn’t form a response, his mind tangled in a web of emotions, but his body spoke louder than words. 

He could only nod, his hands trembling as they gripped the armrest, his knuckles turning white with the effort of holding himself still.
 
The air felt charged, thick with the weight of what was about to unfold. Ravi could feel it in his chest, his heartbeat loud in his ears. There was a strange vulnerability in this moment, nervous excitement, like waiting for a storm to break. 

This wasn’t something he had prepared for. But his body had already made its choice, pulling him deeper into the tension. It was no longer about control. It was about surrender.
 
Neetu’s smile deepened, her eyes flicking between the two of them with hunger. “Let’s decide who gets the honor,” she purred, her voice a whisper, meant only for them. 

She held up a coin, her fingers curling around the small metal disc with an almost ceremonial grace. “Heads for Ravi, tails for Sirisha.”

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[shailu4ever]

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The coin spun into the air, a flash of metal catching the light as it arced gracefully above them. Time seemed to slow, every breath held, every second stretching longer than it should have. 

Sirisha’s gaze was locked on it, her chest rising and falling in anticipation. Ravi’s body was coiled tight, every muscle straining with the need for release, the need to know what would happen next.
 
The coin landed with a soft clink on the table, rolling once before it came to a stop. All three of them stared at it.
 
Tails.
 
Sirisha’s heart skipped, then raced, pounding against her ribcage as the realization hit her with a wave of heat. It’s me. I won. The moment took her breath away, a rush of fear and excitement crashing through her veins. 

She tried to steady herself, to keep calm, but every part of her body was alive with something she couldn’t quite name, giddy, terrified, and utterly aware that the game wasn’t over yet.
 
Ravi could feel the tension escalate, thickening the air, as Sirisha’s victory sank in. 

The charge between them was palpable. He felt a new wave of desire rush through him, but it was tangled with guilt. I didn’t think it would be like this. His mind spun, but it couldn’t keep up with the way his body reacted, tight, alive, and impossibly hungry. 

He had never felt like this before, caught between wanting and resisting.
 
Neetu turned to Sirisha, her gaze soft but predatory, a look that seemed to strip Sirisha bare with just the weight of it. 

“Go ahead, beta,” she whispered, her voice low and laced with something more intense, more commanding than before. “Take what’s yours.”
 
The room grew even quieter, the seconds stretching, thick with anticipation. Sirisha stood slowly, each movement heavy with meaning, her breath shallow, her skin alive with the electric awareness of every touch, every glance. 

Her hands shook as she reached for the waistband of Ravi’s briefs, the fabric barely brushing her fingertips. 

The anticipation was almost unbearable, every part of her screaming for what was coming next. 

Yet every step felt like she was walking toward something unknown, something that would change everything.
 
Ravi watched her, his breath quickening, his pulse hammering in his chest. His body was frozen in place, caught between a desperate need to move and an overwhelming vulnerability. 

He could feel Sirisha’s nervousness, the tremble in her touch, but beneath it was the same undeniable desire that had been there from the beginning. And he could feel it, deep in his bones. 

He wanted this. He wanted her to do it. But God, it was almost too much to bear.

-- oOo --

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[shailu4ever]

The Fourth Round Continues

 

Neetu’s voice broke the heavy silence, her words dripping with sweet encouragement. “It’s alright, beta,” she whispered, her hand gently resting on Sirisha’s shoulder, grounding her in the moment.
 
Her touch was tender but insistent, a reassurance that everything happening now was a natural part of the game. "No one is judging you. We’re all just here together.”
 
Sirisha’s breath hitched, her eyes flickering nervously to Ravi. The sensation of his eyes on her, mixed with her own trepidation, was overwhelming. Every part of her body screamed shyness, urging her to retreat, to hide, but something in Neetu’s voice anchored her.
 
It was as if her body was a battlefield, a storm of desire crashing against a wall of fear and uncertainty. Neetu’s fingers guided Sirisha’s hands with slow precision, positioning her just where she needed to be.
 
The warmth of Neetu’s presence beside her was like a balm on Sirisha’s frazzled nerves. "You’re safe," Neetu murmured softly, "Trust yourself."
 
Ravi sat still, his body rigid, eyes never leaving Sirisha’s face. The mix of desire and nervousness was palpable in the room. He could see the struggle in Sirisha’s expression, the deep, consuming pull of need, yet the fragility of her innocence held her back.
 
His own heart raced, the feeling of helplessness creeping in. He wanted to go to her, to comfort her, but Neetu Bhabhi is her guide now.
 
Neetu’s voice continued to hum softly beside Sirisha’s ear, her words an anchor. “You’re beautiful, beta,” she said, her lips brushing Sirisha’s earlobe as she coaxed her fingers to pull at the waistband, just a little more. “It’s okay to want this. It’s okay to feel this.”
 
Sirisha’s body trembled at Neetu’s touch, the pressure of her fingers gently urging her forward. Her stomach twisted with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
 
Neetu shifted, moving closer to Sirisha, now sitting beside her, her presence a steadying force. She placed her hand over Sirisha’s trembling one, her touch firm but gentle, offering her both support and encouragement. “Don’t worry, beta. We’re here. You’re not alone in this.” She guided Sirisha’s hand down the final stretch of fabric, her voice barely more than a whisper. “There. You’ve done it.”
 
Ravi, feeling both anxious and aroused by the scene unfolding before him, took a step back, offering Sirisha the space she needed. He watched as Neetu gently guided Sirisha’s trembling hands towards his briefs.

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