Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

First kiss with Sirisha. Very sensuous and erotic.

Keep rocking Shailu

Hi Rajesh

Thank you so much for your wonderful compliments! I’m truly happy to know that you enjoyed their first kiss—feedback like yours means a lot to me.

Since you’ve been reading the earlier updates, I’m excited for you to discover everything that comes next, because that moment is really just the beginning of what’s ahead.

I hope you’ll continue exploring the remaining updates, and please feel free to share how you feel as the story unfolds. 

Your continued support and the ratings you’ve been giving genuinely encourage me and keep me motivated.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[Strangerstf]

Excellent buildup ..
Hope sex happens very soon...
I can't wait ..

[shailu4ever]

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"What am I doing?" she thought, her breath coming in shallow waves. "This is too much… I shouldn’t let it go any further. But why does it feel so right?"
 
Ravi, sensing the subtle shift in her, paused for just a moment, unsure if he should keep going or pull back. But the pull between them was undeniable, the silent tension in the air thick with unspoken desire.
 
He could feel her hesitation, but he could also feel how her body still responded to him, how she didn’t fully pull away.
 
Priya’s hands, which had been resting softly in her lap, suddenly moved.
 
They didn’t push him away. Instead, she touched the fabric of her saree, tugging it ever so slightly as if adjusting herself, but it was just another way to pull herself closer, even in the tiny back seat.
 
Every movement felt intentional, every moment of contact charged with an electric undercurrent that neither could deny.
 
Her leg shifted again, ever so slightly, brushing against his. The soft contact sent a wave of heat through both of them, a gentle yet undeniable friction that ignited something deeper inside Ravi.
 
His heart began to pound harder, the urgency of the moment pressing against his chest. He could feel the sudden pressure of her body as she leaned in closer, her hand now moving, guiding him toward that secret place only the two of them understood.
 
Her breath quickened, and Ravi couldn’t decide whether it was from the heat of their closeness or from the thrill of the forbidden nature of what they were doing.
 
"I want to feel more of her… I want to touch her in ways I shouldn’t…"
 
The tension in the air between them was unbearable, both of them so close to the edge of something neither could fully understand, but both craving it with an intensity that went beyond words.
 
The silence in the car seemed to stretch as long as the space between their thoughts, but the closeness between them was growing stronger, more undeniable.
 
Ravi’s hand didn’t pull away. It stayed there, softly, against her skin, as if he were grounding himself in this stolen moment of intimacy.
 
And for Priya, there was no denying the feeling of his touch against her body, the way her skin responded to him in ways she hadn’t expected.
 
It was wrong, she knew that, but at the same time, it felt right.
 
The guilt had faded with every passion-laced second, leaving only the heat between them, the shared secret that neither could pull away from.
 

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[LovePookie]

wow what an erotic romance

[shailu4ever]

The Drive Home – Part 3
 
His fingers moved higher, just slightly, to the soft curve of her ribcage. He was close enough now that the fabric of her saree barely covered the delicate skin beneath, and every inch felt like an unspoken invitation.
 
The sweet spot, just beneath her ribs, was perfect, almost as if it had been waiting for him to touch it.
 
His fingers gently traced the line there, barely grazing her flesh, careful but intense. Every time his touch brushed across her skin, Priya felt it ripple through her, a warmth flooding her chest, her breath coming quicker, but still controlled, still holding on to a thread of restraint.
 
"She’s letting me move higher… so close to her breasts… her breath, her skin, so warm… how can she be so calm when every part of her body is alive with this moment?"
 
Priya’s eyes fluttered closed more tightly, her lips parting slightly as if she were trying to hold back the rising heat. Her head fell back against the seat with a slow, deliberate motion, as though her body could no longer contain the tension.
 
But inside her, a quiet war was waging, she wanted this, wanted him, but Amit was just a few feet away, oblivious. The conflict made her heart race, but her body betrayed her, leaning into the moment.
 
"Amit is here, he is driving, we three are in the same car, how can Ravi is doing all this?  I can’t look at him. It’s too much... but I can’t stop feeling it. The way he touches me, it’s like he knows exactly how to make me feel… how to make me lose control…”
 
Ravi’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate exploration. They lingered there, like thinking can he go up a little bit to touch the…  He didn’t had that courage, not yet.  He moved his hand a bit lower and lightly circling her navel again before sliding to the side of her belly.
 
He want to touch her breasts…  Just a little… Even on her blouse… But he knows it is not that easy… If she gets angry and pulls back, he will lose everything. 

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[shailu4ever]

Excellent buildup ..
Hope sex happens very soon...
I can't wait ..

Hi Strangerstf

Thank you so much for your compliments I'm really glad you're enjoying the buildup so far, it means a lot to me. 
I’m just as excited to share with you about what’s coming next, and I can’t wait for you to see how things unfold. Please stay tuned for more.

Their romance is going to get more intense very soon.  

Really appreciate your support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

wow what an erotic romance

Hi LovePookie

Thank you so much for your compliments. I'm glad you found the story intriguing. 

Erotic romance is a delicate balance of emotions, tension, and intimacy, and I always aim to create a connection that resonates. If you enjoyed this one, I hope you’ll keep an eye out for more, there’s always more to explore in the world of love and passion.

Looking forward to hearing more of your thoughts.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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He wants to slowly seduce her, make her really excited before he try to bring his hand higher.
 
His touch over her belly was never rushed, each movement an invitation to feel more, to lose herself further. Every delicate stroke sent new waves of heat through her.
 
But all the while, his leg had slowly shifted, and now their thighs, so close in the cramped back seat, had pressed together. Her soft skin brushed against his, a delicate but electric jolt of sensation that zipped through both of them, mingling the warmth of their bodies with the heat of their proximity.
 
 
 
"Her leg is touching mine… she’s so close… her skin is so soft... how do I even manage to stay still in this moment?"
 
Ravi’s leg moved just a fraction, almost imperceptibly, nudging hers. The connection felt electric, though they still hadn’t closed the full distance between them. The touch was slow, almost hesitant, yet it was enough to make the air around them crackle.
 
Every small movement in the cramped car felt like a shift in the balance of power, one that neither of them could control.
 
Priya’s lips parted slightly, a soft exhale escaping as her hand moved once more, reaching for his. She didn’t grab it, didn’t clutch it tightly.
 
Instead, she rested her fingers lightly on his wrist, as if trying to keep control over her actions, but at the same time allowing him to feel her silent approval. The soft weight of her touch was a quiet invitation, a gesture that said so much more than words ever could.
 
Her hand moved subtly down along his forearm, brushing over the soft hairs on his skin, before it rested lightly over his knuckles. She didn’t pull away, didn’t shy from the contact.
 
They lingered there, sharing that smallest moment of tension, an unspoken promise that neither of them could break.
 
"Her hand… her touch on me… it’s perfect... the smallest movement from her… and it’s enough to send my heart racing… I want to feel more, but I’ll wait... just a little longer."
 
"I want to hold her like this forever… just here… just in this perfect moment..."

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[shailu4ever]

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Priya, her body now alive with the sensation of his touch, allowed herself to rest even deeper into the seat. Her back arched slightly, her chest brushing closer to his as she leaned toward him.
 
Every part of her seemed attuned to him, to the way his fingers moved with delicate purpose, the rhythm of his leg against hers, the heat of his touch sending gentle tremors through her. There was no rush.
 
No fast moves to make things worst. It was a shared moment of complete intimacy, something that could only exist in this small car, in the darkness of the night, and with the quiet hum of the world outside.
 
Her breath became shallow, and the faint, almost imperceptible thrum of her pulse echoed in the silence between them. Every brush of his hand, every flick of his fingers across her skin, sent her heart into a new beat.
 
She could feel the heat pooling in her belly, a warmth that spread through her body like wildfire, every inch of her awakening to him. Her skin burned for him, and yet she held herself back, letting the tension simmer, letting it build and build.
 
"This… this is the world right now… just the two of us… no one can see us… no one will ever know how it feels when he touches me like this…"
 
Amit drove, his eyes firmly on the road, his attention absorbed in the mundane task of navigating through traffic. He remained blissfully unaware of the subtle connection building in the back seat.
 
Every slight movement between Ravi and Priya felt like their little secret, a secret only they shared, a moment just for them, hidden in plain sight, where time seemed to stretch and bend to accommodate the tension building between them.
 
Their intimacy, though forbidden, was felt more deeply than anything they had shared before.
 
"This is it… this tiny, stolen moment… just us… just this… I could stay like this forever..."
 
Priya’s gaze occasionally flicked toward the side, catching glimpses of Ravi through the narrow space between the front seats. She knew he couldn’t see her eyes directly, but there was something about the way he looked that made her pulse race even more. 

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[shailu4ever]

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Her thoughts, though clouded with desire, were full of delicate, shivering anticipation, the closeness of his hand, the heat beneath her saree, and the thrill of this private, hidden intimacy between them.
 
"It’s just our secret… just a touch, just a glance, just the heat of him next to me… it’s enough."
 
Ravi let his hand linger, sometimes adjusting slightly along her belly, tracing a path up to just under her ribcage. The movements were careful, slow, and teasing, as if he were savoring every second.
 
Priya’s hand mirrored his, resting lightly on his wrist, giving permission without a word, each movement a silent conversation between their bodies, a conversation of desire in silence.
 
"This is perfect… every inch of her… every touch, every small, intimate stroke… it’s like we’re speaking without words, without anyone knowing…"
 
With every minute that passed, the tension grew stronger, yet they remained in the same careful rhythm, neither pushing too hard nor pulling away.
 
There was something undeniable in the air, a pulse that neither could ignore, an invisible thread that drew them closer with every shift, every brush of skin against skin, every stolen moment of touch.
 
The world outside continued to drift by, but in the back seat, the space between Ravi and Priya became their universe, a universe where nothing existed except the way their bodies communicated without words.
 
The car’s movement seemed to mirror the rhythm between them. Every curve in the road, every slight jolt of the tires, sent new ripples through the air, making the already electric atmosphere hum even louder.
 
Ravi could feel the anticipation growing in his chest, the slow tightening of his muscles as he struggled to maintain control. He could feel her every breath, could hear the soft hitch in her throat when his fingers grazed her skin just a little too long.
 
It was like their bodies were speaking their own language, and every shift, every touch, carried a weight of meaning that neither could deny.
 
"Just a little longer," Ravi thought, feeling the thrum of desire vibrating in every inch of his being. "Just a little longer, and I’ll know she feels it too. I can wait... but not much longer."
 
In the cramped backseat, the space between them seemed to shrink with every passing second, their breaths quickening in shared anticipation, the heat of their bodies mingling with the warmth of the night.
 
No words were needed. Their connection was deeper than anything spoken aloud, this moment, this unspoken intimacy, was all they needed.
 
 

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[shailu4ever]

The Drive Home – Part 4
 

Ravi’s hand lingered just beneath her rib cage, every fingertip savoring the soft warmth of her skin. He could feel her subtle shivers under his touch, the pulse of life that raced beneath her saree, and he knew that every second mattered.
 
There was an almost holy gravity to this moment, an intimacy neither had ever crossed before. Both of them felt it. The world outside, the car, the streets of Mumbai, Amit driving, had faded entirely.
 
In that small back seat, there was only them, only the tension that had been building, only the heat of their closeness.
 
"This… this is different… bigger… more dangerous… more thrilling… every touch carries weight now…" Ravi thought, his pulse quickening at the thought. His fingers trembled slightly, unsure of the path they were about to take. The weight of this shared secret seemed to grow heavier with each passing second.
 
Priya’s breath caught, a shallow hitch that she tried to mask, turning her face slightly toward the window. Her heart was hammering, a wild, disobedient drumbeat that mirrored the sudden awareness of what was about to happen.
 
She knew the step they were about to take was significant, a boundary that once crossed would change everything.
 
"I shouldn’t let this go further… It is too dangerous, and there will be no going back…" her mind whispered, even as her body betrayed her hesitation. She leaned subtly into him, pressing closer despite the gnawing sense of caution.
 
It felt like an almost irresistible pull, like something she had wanted for so long yet had never let herself acknowledge.
 
The Mini Cooper seemed smaller than ever, every movement intimate, every inch of skin brushing a nerve. Ravi hesitated for a heartbeat, feeling the weight of what he was about to do.
 

This was the first time he would touch her breasts, if he could dare, the first truly intimate, irretrievable act of closeness.
 
His breath came in short bursts as he tried to control the rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He could feel the tension in Priya Didi’s body, her thighs slightly tightening, her breath shallow, her fingers resting lightly on his arm as if to brace herself for the inevitable.

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[shailu4ever]

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"It’s so fragile… so perfect… one wrong move, and it could all fall apart… but she wants this too… she can’t hide it… I can feel it in every inch of her skin…" he thought, a mix of excitement and reverence coursing through him.
 
His mind was swimming with both desire and fear, wondering how this delicate dance would play out.
 
As if on cue, Amit turned on the FM radio, the soft romantic song playing in the FM Radio filling the car, a backdrop of normalcy overlaid on the clandestine moment in the back seat. The faint beat of the song seemed to mirror their rising pulse, amplifying the intensity.
 
Ravi closed his eyes as his fingers brushed against the fabric of her saree, tracing the edges of her chest, a movement so light it almost felt like a whisper.
 
Priya’s body stiffened slightly, a tiny gasp catching in her throat that she muffled into the curve of her shoulder. The moment was delicate and electric, a combination of fear, desire, and the undeniable thrill of the forbidden.
 
The warmth of his hand against her was both a comfort and an intrusion, and it made her heart pound even harder. “He just did… he just touched my private part… only Amit ever touched these… I didn’t say anything… this just opened the private gate… There is no stopping for him…”
 
"Oh God… this is it… I’m so close… I can feel her… but she’s tense… she wants this… she does… she wants it… she didn’t stop me.." Ravi’s mind raced as he felt the contours of her body beneath his fingers.
 
He could sense the soft tremble of her skin, a reaction she couldn’t hide even if she tried.
 
Her hand brushed lightly over his, tentative, almost pulling back, a hesitation that spoke louder than words. But it didn’t retreat fully. Instead, it lingered, allowing the contact to continue, a silent agreement that neither could fully articulate.
 
"I’m scared… Amit is just in front of me… I shouldn’t… but… it feels so good… it’s just him… just here… just like this…" Priya’s mind whirled, torn between the heady pull of desire and the oppressive weight of restraint. 

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[LovePookie]

wow getting hotter n hotter

[venkygeethu]

Wonderful narration the journey in car beats the theater sequence one better than the other expecting things to happen while they reach home

Are they going to keep this affair a secret or is Amit going to know their secrets or is he going to allow his wife to sleep with Ravi?

So many questions arise in my mind and the answers belong to Shailu the masterpiece writer..............

[shailu4ever]

wow getting hotter n hotter

Hi LovePookie

Thank you for your compliments. Glad you're enjoying it. I’m definitely trying to keep the heat turned up. Please Stay tuned for more

I really appreciate your support.  Thank you very much again. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Wonderful narration the journey in car beats the theater sequence one better than the other expecting things to happen while they reach home

Are they going to keep this affair a secret or is Amit going to know their secrets or is he going to allow his wife to sleep with Ravi?

So many questions arise in my mind and the answers belong to Shailu  the masterpiece writer..............

Hi Venkygeethu

Thank you so much for your generous feedback. I’m really glad the narration and the car journey drew you in. I like those shifting emotions and unspoken tensions in a story. It means a lot to hear they resonated with you too. 

I love that the story sparked so many questions about the characters and their choices. Their secrets, loyalties, and consequences will continue to shape what comes next. I won’t reveal anything just yet, but I can promise that the answers are on their way, and the road ahead won’t be simple for any of them.

Your unwavering encouragement has been a huge motivation throughout my writing journey. Having your support over such a long time truly strengthens my confidence and inspires me to keep pushing my stories further. Thank you for standing by my work and for reading with such depth and enthusiasm.

With lots of gratitude and warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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The heat between her legs, the rush of excitement, and the soft flutter of her pulse seemed to intensify with each passing moment. Every nerve in her body screamed approval, even as her mind tried desperately to control it.
 
Ravi’s fingers lingered on her chest, brushing the edge of her saree, feeling the warmth beneath the fabric.
 
He could sense her hesitation, the small pull of restraint that she tried to maintain, and he responded with patience, letting his fingers hover and trace, never rushing, never forcing, making every movement measured, reverent, teasing. His hand was trembling, unsure, yet longing to break that delicate barrier.
 
"Her skin is so soft… so warm… she’s letting me… oh God… she’s letting me…" he thought, almost breathless as he tried to control the overwhelming sensation.
 
Priya Didi’s breath grew faster, shallow and uneven, though she tried to keep it silent. She tilted slightly, creating a subtle gap, a small invitation she couldn’t quite suppress. Her hand brushed his wrist ever so lightly, a fleeting, almost accidental touch, a mix of resistance and permission.
 
Her eyes were unfocused, glazed with desire, and her chest rose and fell with unsteady breaths.
 
"I can’t… I shouldn’t… but I want this… oh, I want this… just a little… just a little more…" she thought, torn between caution and desire. Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body was a different story.
 
Every inch of her skin was alive with anticipation, each brush of his fingers sending a pulse of heat to her core.
 
Slowly, deliberately, Ravi cupped one of her breasts very lightly, letting his hand mold gently over the shape beneath the fabric.
 
The sensation was heady, intimate, and heavy with meaning. He felt the warmth, the softness, the subtle tremor of her body beneath his palm. Every minute motion seemed amplified in the confined back seat, every small touch a message of desire, a signal of their secret intimacy.
 
He could feel her heart racing, mirroring his own, and the intensity of the moment made him pause for a moment, torn between fear and the overwhelming need to continue.
 
Priya’s body tensed at first, a quiet shiver running through her as though she were trying to resist, but the warmth of his hand, the careful pressure, and the undeniable intimacy of the moment made her surrender just a little.
 
Her chest rose and fell more rapidly, her pulse thrumming through her veins like a secret drumbeat only they could hear.
 
"It’s… it’s too much… oh God… but it feels so… right… so perfect… he’s making me feel… oh… I shouldn’t be enjoying this…" she thought, caught in the gravity of the moment. 

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[shailu4ever]

 
Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body refused. Every inch of her wanted him, needed him, this moment.
 
The romantic song from the radio flowed around them, a soft, sensual accompaniment that only added to the weight of the moment.
 
The faint melody seemed almost like a veil over the forbidden, a comforting background as Ravi’s fingers explored with reverent curiosity.
 
The music, the quiet hum of the engine, the barely perceptible shifts of her body against his, each detail felt like it would explode into something more, something irreversible.
 
He shifted slightly, letting his hand move to feel the other breast, cupping gently at first, sensing her reaction, waiting for her consent in every subtle breath, every micro-shift of her body.
 
Her skin was soft and warm, the subtle tremors betraying her desire even as she tried to hold herself in check.
 
"She’s letting me… oh God… she’s letting me… every shiver, every breath… it’s all permission…" Ravi’s thoughts raced. He was teetering on the edge of something profound, something he'd never anticipated.
 
Priya Didi’s hand moved again, brushing his wrist, a delicate, hesitant encouragement. She wanted more, she realized, but the presence of Amit, even though he couldn’t see her, kept her restraint alive.
 
Her mind was a mixture of pleasure and caution, fear and longing, and every nerve ending in her body sang with the intensity of the moment.
 
"I want this… I can’t stop thinking about it… oh God, it’s just him… just this moment… but Amit… I must… I must… keep calm…" she thought, wrestling with herself while her body leaned imperceptibly into him. Her breath came faster now, a mix of heat and fear, yet she couldn't seem to pull away.
 
Ravi moved slowly, letting his hand linger on top of her breast just a little, caress, and mold, never forcing, always attentive to her reactions. He felt the subtle tension, the tremor of desire, the softness of her skin, and the delicate balance of her hesitation.
 
The gravity of the moment pressed down on both of them, making every heartbeat louder, every breath more precious.
 
"This is it… the first time… we’re crossing into something deeper… something irreversible… and yet… it feels like we were always meant to be here… in this stolen intimacy…" he thought, consumed by the sensation of her body beneath his hand.
 
Priya’s breath hitched again, soft and quiet, as she tried to steady herself. Her body leaned slightly, tilting toward him, inviting without surrendering fully, trembling with the intensity of the moment.
 
Every nerve screamed in approval even as her mind whispered caution, a delicious tension that made the moment all the more intoxicating.
 
"It’s too much… it’s everything… he’s touching me… oh God, I want this… I can’t stop… I shouldn’t… but I want it… yes… yes…" she thought, lost in the gravity of the intimacy.
 

The back seat of the Mini Cooper, the darkness around them, and the hum of the engine created a private universe, a bubble in which their desires could exist without consequence, untouched by the world outside.
 
Every brush of skin, every tremor, every breath between them was a secret only they shared, heightened by the soft romantic song from the radio, a sensual soundtrack for the gravity of their first step into this new level of intimacy.

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[prasannas2001]

Ravi, sensing her stillness, let his fingers hover, then rest lightly on her fingers, the faintest of contact, almost as if the universe had paused to hold them in that moment.
 
She kept her hand still, not moving away, not pulling closer, but allowing their fingers to brush, just lightly, like the gentlest of acknowledgments. 

Wow!

What a feeling. But the actual act was his fingers brushed her fingers.

But felt like a great deal of action. Felt very erotic. You totally know how to make any scene feel erotic. Even though they don't do anything sexual.

You are the best writer, I have ever seen.

[prasannas2001]

 
There was still a long way to go, but something had changed.
 
There was a possibility now, a glimmer of hope.
 

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This 2nd auto ride it the next level. This shows how far you came in your writing skills.

Great job, dear. You are really making us feel their moments. You are transporting us into their lives.

So there's a hope for Ravi. Wonderful!