Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, his voice low and thick with desire. “I won’t stop, Sirisha. I’ll give you everything.”

 
Neetu’s hands moved between them, her fingers brushing against Sirisha’s sensitive skin, tracing delicate patterns around her pussy.
 
Sirisha gasped as the added stimulation sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. Neetu was helping her, guiding her deeper into this world of sensation, helping her navigate the overwhelming feelings of pleasure she was only just learning to experience.

Sirisha’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she felt the familiar tightness building deep within her. Her hips lifted instinctively, meeting Ravi’s thrusts, urging him deeper. “I... I’m…” she gasped, her voice barely audible as the tension in her body became almost unbearable. “I can’t...” Her words were swallowed in a deep cry, her body quaking with the rush of overwhelming sensation.

Ravi leaned in close, his voice deep, almost primal, as it vibrated through her. “Let go, Sirisha. Let me make you feel everything.” His words were both a command and an invitation, a promise that he would take her through this, step by step.
And then, as if on cue, Sirisha’s body erupted.
 
Sirisha’s release hit her like a wave, intense, all-consuming. A cry of ecstasy escaped her lips, the sound raw and unrestrained as she surrendered to the pleasure crashing over her. Her body trembled violently, the feeling so strong, so all-encompassing that for a moment, she felt like she was floating, lost in the sensation.
 
Sirisha’s back arched, hips lifting instinctively to meet Ravi’s thrusts as her inner muscles clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper into the storm that raged within her. Her breath caught in her throat, her mouth falling open as every nerve in her body seemed to hum with life, electrified by the intensity of the moment.
 
Her vision blurred, the room spinning as the sensations overwhelmed her, rising, surging, pulling her deeper into the vortex. It felt like her very soul was being ripped apart and reassembled in one final, breathtaking climax.
 
Sirisha cried out again, her voice trembling, raw with the unrestrained pleasure that washed over her. The weight of it, the intensity, was unlike anything she had ever imagined. She had no words, no understanding of how to describe what she was feeling, only that it was everything, and more.
 
Sirisha’s internal pussy walls tightened around Ravi’s cock, instinctively pulling him closer, as if she needed to hold him inside her, keep him there forever. Her body quaked, muscles rippling, shuddering with the aftermath of her release. It was like a slow, beautiful unraveling, every tremor from her body signaling her surrender to the overwhelming pleasure. She gasped for air, her breath shallow, as she tried to catch up to her senses, but the wave kept coming, crashing over her, pulling her under, and each time, she felt herself rise just to fall again, deeper into bliss.

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Ravi’s body, still moving in slow, deliberate thrusts, felt the change, felt her pussy walls tighten, felt her body surrendering to the wave.
 

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his breath quickening as her pleasure reverberated through him. His own movements became more urgent, more desperate, as the heat of her release ignited his own. He leaned in close, pressing his forehead against hers as their breaths mingled in a shared moment of raw intimacy.
 
The pulse of pleasure surged through Ravi’s own body, and with it, the tightness in his chest that had been building reached its peak.
 
His own release hit him hard, his movements growing more erratic as he lost himself to the sensation. His body trembled, his hands gripping her tighter as his orgasm overtook him.
 
He groaned low in her ear, his voice hoarse with need, as his body stilled inside her, feeling every inch of the intense, delicious wave that pulsed between them.
 
“I’m... I’m there,” he gasped, his voice thick with desire and exhaustion. His body shook as he gave in to the wave, feeling the hot rush of release flood through him, deep inside Sirisha’s freshly opened pussy.
 
The sensation of his body pressed so tightly against hers, both of them trembling with the aftershocks, sent a rush of warmth flooding Sirisha’s veins. Her chest heaved, her body still in the throes of her own release, as Ravi’s final thrusts filled her with a deep, satisfying sense of completion.
 
They both stilled, hearts racing, breath shallow, as they lay there, locked in the afterglow, sharing the aftermath of the pleasure that had surged through them both.
 
The room grew still, the air heavy with the aftermath of their shared climax.
 
Ravi collapsed beside her, pulling Sirisha close, his arms wrapping around her in a protective, soothing embrace.
 
Neetu joined them moments later, her arms surrounding both of them, her touch warm and reassuring.
 
It was a perfect, comforting embrace, as if the three of them had found something beautiful together, something intimate and profound.
 
“You did amazing, beta,” Neetu whispered, her voice full of pride and tenderness as she held Sirisha close. “You’re so strong. You were so brave.” She kissed Sirisha on the forehead, her lips soft and gentle, as if telling her that everything would be okay now.
 
Sirisha, still breathless, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her release, nestled closer to Neetu, her head resting on Neetu’s chest. She felt a mix of emotions, relief, satisfaction, and a strange, growing sense of connection to both of them. This is the first time she experienced heaven on earth
 
There was no more fear, no more hesitation. Just a sense of being taken care of, a sense of love, care, and safety that she had never known before.
 
“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” Sirisha whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She still wasn’t sure what it all meant, but the depth of emotion she felt, the sense of belonging that had settled deep inside her, was undeniable. “Thank you Bhayyaa... Thank you Bhabhi… both…”
 
Neetu smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair from Sirisha’s face. “There’s nothing to thank us for, beta,” she said gently. “We did this together. You’re not alone, remember?”
 
Ravi, still breathing heavily beside her, nodded in agreement. “We’re here for you, always… We have lot more fun to explore.”
 

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[shailu4ever]

This marks the conclusion of the arc with Neetu and Sirirsha, their journeys, choices, and conflicts have reached a natural pause, closing one chapter of the story. With their narratives settling into place, the focus now shifts, and the gears begin to turn toward a new direction. The stage is being set for Priya’s return, a moment long anticipated, one that promises to reshape the dynamics and usher in the next phase of the Story.

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The final scene of this arc is tremendous and happy to hear the note that Priya didi is going to enter soon waiting eagerly for her may be within this weekend she appears

Hi Venkygeethu


Thank you so much! I’m really glad you enjoyed the final scene,it means a lot.

And yes, Priya didi’s entry is coming up very soon! I’m excited to share that part of the story with you.

Hopefully in a few days, just as you guessed. Stay tuned!

Best regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Wow Sailu, your writing style is awesome.  I love reading your updates.  Last few days I was a bit busy, sorry not able to read or post feedback.  But I am back now and happy to read your story again. 

Wonderful job, please continue.

Hi Prasanna

Thank you for your compliments. No need to apologize. I truly appreciate your support. It's really helpful for keeping me motivated.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Hi Shailu,This is very sensuous.  Wonderful narration. Please keep rocking

Thank you Prasanna

[shailu4ever]

Excellent writing Shailu.  I congratulate for successfully completing two months of writing. You are writing a masterpiece.  The best writing ever I have read so far.  Congratulations once again my dear.

Thank you dear

I really appreciate your continued support and encouragement.

Warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Hi Shailu

I can’t believe how, in just two months, you’ve learned to write such breathtaking novels.

I’m honestly in awe of you. I truly envy your gift, and I deeply admire you. Your writing style is extraordinary, you take your time, letting every moment unfold with such care and emotion. The romantic scenes you create are pure magic; they stay with me long after I finish reading. 

Please, never stop writing. What you do is truly beautiful.

With best wishes and waiting to read more of your writings.

Prasanna

Hi Prasanna

Your message genuinely moved me, thank you so much for your kind and generous words. It means the world to know that my writing has resonated with you in such a deep way. 

Hearing that the emotions and moments I try to capture stay with you is the greatest encouragement I
could ask for.


I’m still learning and growing with every story I write, but readers like you make the journey so rewarding. Your support and appreciation truly inspire me to keep creating and to keep pouring my heart into my work.

Thank you again for taking the time to share this, it means more than I can say.

With heartfelt gratitude,

-- Shailu

[prasannas2001]

She could feel nipples, hard, aching, pressing insistently against the fabric.


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She could feel her breath hitch in her chest as he touched her,

The fabric now stretched tight over her body,

Revealing the hard points of her nipples through the thin material,

And it only made her feel more exposed, more alive than ever.

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You are the queen of Romantic writing

[prasannas2001]

As always awesome way with words!!! You rock Shailu ji!!!

I totally agree

[shailu4ever]

You are the queen of Romantic writing

Hi Prasanna

Thank you very much for your compliments.   You have been showering compliments on me. 

It is really so nice of you.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

I totally agree

So sweet of you.  Thank you

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Neetu’s Bedroom, Sunday Afternoon

 
The afternoon had a soft, almost lazy quality to it, the kind of quiet that settled after a busy morning, when everything had found its rhythm and the world outside seemed distant. Neetu, Sirisha, and Ravi were lounging in Neetu’s bedroom, no longer bound by the usual constraints of formality or awkwardness.
 
It was just the three of them, and the air between them had shifted, lighter, more relaxed, and undeniably close, like an invisible thread woven between their bodies, drawing them together in a space where boundaries blurred.
 
The room, bathed in the golden light of the afternoon, seemed to breathe with them. The air had started to settle, the restless warmth giving way to a slower, quieter rhythm, one that allowed each of them to feel a strange, magnetic peace.
 
Neetu slipped off the bed and reached for her earrings, her fingers lingering at the edges of her neck as she adjusted her hair, stealing a quick glance in the mirror.
 
Sirisha still slept, completely naked and cross-legged on the bed, tugging absentmindedly at a corner of the bedsheet, her cheeks flushed with a gentle glow.
 
Ravi remained propped against the headboard, his eyes tracing the room, his mind still lost in the haze of what had transpired just moments ago. The calm that followed felt unreal, almost like a dream where nothing could go wrong.
 
Neetu broke the silence, her voice light, teasing, but with an underlying steadiness.
"See? That wasn’t so bad. Right, beta? Now that we’ve formed the circle, what happens between us stays between us."

Ravi nodded, his lips curling into a small smile. Satisfaction and a deeper sense of relief were clear on his face, but inside, his mind was still replaying the events, each touch and look a whisper he couldn’t silence.
 
He had never imagined it to feel this beautiful, this provoking.
 
Sirisha leaned closer to him, narrowing her eyes in mock reprimand.

“Bhayya, don’t look so serious. You’ll get lines on your forehead.”


He blinked at her, surprised by the playful tone, running his hand on her bare and tender breasts. She was innocent, her teasing lighthearted, but there was something in the way she spoke that disarmed him. She grinned, satisfied that she’d cracked his shell of silence.

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Neetu's laughter echoed through the room, warm and easy, as she brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. There was a glint in her eyes, playful and knowing, as she exchanged banter with Sirisha.
 
The room felt charged, charged with something subtle and unspoken. Ravi, leaning back into the bed with a relaxed posture, couldn’t help but smile more easily than he had in days, his earlier unease forgotten, or at least pushed aside for the moment.
 
Sirisha shifted closer, her gaze darting between Neetu and Ravi, her voice light, teasing.
“Bhayya, you’re not going to leave before the Rasmalai, right? You know that’s the highlight of the day.”

Ravi raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. “I already had both Ras and Malai from both of you. What could be better than that? The best dessert anyone could ever ask for.”
He bent down and sucked Sirisha’s nipple.
 
Neetu chuckled, setting her comb down and turning toward Ravi. “You know, I never thought you’d be so easy to talk to. But here we are.”

Ravi shrugged, a sheepish smile on his lips. “Guess I’m full of surprises.” His tone was playful, but there was an ease in his chest, a lightness that hadn’t been there before, a feeling that settled like a warm blanket.
 
The conversation continued effortlessly, flowing from one topic to another. Ravi found himself drawn deeper into the rhythm of the day, the playful teasing with Sirisha, the lighthearted banter with Neetu.
 
It wasn’t just casual; it was something more. A connection had formed, unspoken but undeniable. There was a bond between him, Neetu, and Sirisha, one that felt closer than anything in this world.
 
The lines between friendship and something more had blurred long ago, and now, it seemed, they had crossed them completely. Nothing could come between them.
 
Sirisha leaned against Ravi, her naked body pressed against his and her head resting lightly on his shoulder. Her hand brushed against his, a touch so gentle yet charged, enough to make his heart race despite the stillness of the moment.
 
Ravi could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her touch, and it stirred something deep inside him, though he fought to keep his focus.
 

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Neetu caught their exchange, her eyes sparkling with amusement, but there was something more in her gaze,  a knowing smile that lingered.


“Careful, Ravi,” she teased, her voice laced with playful mockery. “You’re making me jealous.”

Ravi laughed, but inside, he felt the tension in the air shift. There was something intoxicating about the way Sirisha responded to him, the way she leaned in, closer, as if the world had faded away.
 
The playfulness between them felt new and exciting, unpredictable. The warmth of the moment wrapped around him, and he found himself caught between the two women, each one pulling at his heart in their own way.
 
The space between them felt like a promise, one that neither of them had yet spoken aloud.
 
The room settled into an easy silence, the tension from earlier in the week now forgotten. The laughter and easy conversation created a sense of camaraderie, of closeness, of something far deeper than a mere gathering. It was as if the world outside could have collapsed, and they wouldn’t have noticed.
 
But then, the phone on Neetu’s side table buzzed, shattering the quiet. The moment fractured. Neetu tensed, her fingers automatically reaching for the phone, but her smile faltered just for a second as she saw the name. Priya Didi.
 

She picked up the phone, though her hand was slightly shaky, and answered with her usual calm, composed tone.
 

“Hello, Priya. How are you?”
 

Priya’s voice came through, soft but with a trace of exhaustion, and the conversation veered toward Amit’s father’s passing and updates about their plans.
 
Neetu, listening intently, answered kindly.
 

“We’re all doing fine here. Everything’s good.” She paused, glancing at Ravi and Sirisha, unaware of the tension that had already started to rise in him.
 
Behind her, unaware that Priya was on the line, Ravi leaned a little closer to Sirisha. His fingers playing with her breasts, pulled her tender nipple and pinched a little.

He whispered something low that made her giggle, stifled, but still audible enough to reach the receiver.
 
Priya paused.
 
“Neetu… is that Ravi? I thought I heard his voice.”
 

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[venkygeethu]

finally priya didi

[shailu4ever]

finally priya didi

Hi Venkygeethu

Thank you for your feedback. I can see your waiting. Trust me I will bring Priya Didi as soon as possible, I just can't cut the story, so these few scenes to let the story unfold naturally.

Please be patient she will be here so soon.

Thank you very much for your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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Neetu’s eyes flicked to the bed, and Ravi froze, a chill creeping up his spine. Sirisha’s smile vanished instantly.

“Yes, Priya,” Neetu replied evenly, though her tone was now careful, almost too careful. “He’s here. He came for lunch today.”
 
A brief pause hung on the line before Priya shifted the conversation back to more practical matters, though Neetu could sense the subtle tension in her voice. Ravi sat silently, his heart heavy with guilt.
 
The weight of Priya’s voice still echoed in his chest, even as she moved on to discussing other things.
 
The call ended, and Neetu placed the phone down, her eyes briefly meeting Ravi’s, before she softly mentioned, “It was Priya. She called to check in.”
 
The room was quiet again, but not in the same way it had been before. The air felt thick, weighted by what had just transpired. Ravi, for the first time that afternoon, felt the shift, the warmth, the laughter, the connection had all felt distant.
 
Priya’s name had cast a shadow over him, and he wasn’t sure whether it was guilt or something else, but the heaviness in his chest felt suffocating. The carefree mood of the day seemed to evaporate, leaving a quiet void that hadn’t been there before.
 
Neetu, sensing his unease, smiled reassuringly, though there was something slightly strained about it.

“Don’t worry, Ravi,” she said, her voice warm yet careful. “I told her you were just here for lunch. Everything’s fine. No need to overthink it. Priya trusts you.”
 
Ravi nodded, but the discomfort still gnawed at him. Sirisha, noticing his change in mood, reached out, her voice light, trying to dispel the tension.

“See? Nothing to worry about. Priya Didi’s fine, and so are we.”
 
Neetu glanced at him with a teasing smile, trying to bring some levity back into the room.
“Let’s not ruin the mood with all this. You’re here, and we’re all good.”
 
The lightheartedness returned slowly, but Ravi couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. The day had been carefree, but Priya’s call had reminded him of the tangled mess of emotions he was caught in.
 
As the shadows lengthened across the room, Ravi wondered if he could ever truly untangle it all, if Priya would ever forgive him, or if the distance between them would only grow.
 

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Neetu’s Bedroom, Late Afternoon – The Tender Parting
 

The late afternoon light poured softly through the window, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The air was thick with emotion, the kind of stillness that came after something deeply felt. 

The laughter and lightness that had filled the room just moments ago now gave way to an unspoken heaviness.
 
Ravi stood near the door, his hands relaxed at his sides, Vamsi could be back any minute, and Neetu had gently suggested it was best if he left now. It was a bittersweet realization.
 
They could meet tomorrow, in just a few hours, really, but still, this moment of parting felt like something more.
 
Sirisha stood a few feet away, her eyes following him with a tenderness that made Ravi's chest tighten. Her gaze wasn’t just playful anymore; it was full of soft longing, the kind that could break a heart if allowed to linger too long.
 
“I guess I should go,” Ravi said, his voice low, though the words felt unnaturally final. His gaze flickered to Neetu, who nodded, her expression calm but carrying an undercurrent of something deeper.
 
She had been his anchor today, but the truth was that he felt torn, as though he were leaving a part of himself behind.
 
Neetu’s eyes softened. “It’s better if you leave now,” she said, her tone gentle, understanding. “Vamsi’s due back soon, and you know how things can be.”
 
There was a brief silence as they all stood there, aware that even though they would see each other again soon, this parting still held weight. Ravi was not going far, but the moment felt heavier than it should have.
 
Then, unexpectedly, Sirisha took a step forward, her movements sudden but careful, as though afraid of what might happen if she took the next step. “No, don’t go yet,” she whispered, her voice soft but urgent.
 
“Please, stay just a little longer.” She reached out, her fingers brushing the edge of his shirt, a silent plea that made Ravi’s heart stutter. Her touch was delicate but fierce with emotion, and he could feel the weight of her desire to prolong this moment, the weight of what they had just shared.
 
Ravi looked down at her, his pulse quickening. The space between them felt charged with a quiet desperation.
 

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Sirisha was close enough now for him to feel her warmth, and there was no mistaking the intensity in her eyes. Sirisha didn’t want him to go.
 
“It’s just… hard to let go, Bhayya,” Sirisha added, her voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want you to leave yet.” The words hung between them like a secret, like an unspoken confession, and Ravi could feel the tender ache of her longing pulling at him.
 
It was the first time she had let herself feel this deeply, this vulnerably. The shift in their connection was undeniable.
 
Ravi hesitated, his chest tightening. He didn’t want to leave either, not now, not when everything between them felt so perfectly raw.
 
But as much as he wanted to stay, the unspoken truth of Priya’s call and the weight of his own guilt crept into his thoughts.
 
“I can’t, Sirisha,” he said softly, his voice almost a sigh. “I really wish I could.”
 
Sirisha’s hand dropped from his shirt, her eyes dimming slightly with the ache of his words. But she didn’t pull away completely; she remained close to him, her presence still a quiet force.
 
“I know,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “But… I still want to kiss you.”
 
The admission hung in the air, raw and delicate, and Ravi’s heart skipped. She wanted to kiss him, and for a moment, the world outside the room fell away, leaving only the weight of her words, the tenderness in her plea.
 
Before he could say anything, Neetu stepped closer, gently placing her hand on Sirisha’s shoulder, a quiet understanding passing between them. “It’s better this way, Bhayya,” Neetu said softly.
 
“You know it is.” Her voice was kind, but there was an undeniable sadness in her tone, as though she, too, wished things were different.
 
She knew the balance they had struck was fragile, and this was the only way to preserve it.
 
Ravi looked between them, feeling the weight of both their gazes. Sirisha’s yearning was clear, but Neetu’s steady calm reminded him of the reality of their situation. They all knew what was best, even if the choice was painful.
 
“Just one more kiss, then,” Sirisha whispered, and before Ravi could protest, she closed the gap between them. Her lips brushed against his, soft but insistent, a kiss full of longing, the kind that spoke more than words ever could.

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