Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Priya’s Bedroom - Desire of A Forbidden Hunger
 
 
Amit lifted her slightly, his hands steady as he drew her closer.
 
Cool air brushed her bare skin, but all she could focus on was the heat between them, the ache deep inside her.
 
Her body throbbed, a constant pulse of longing that only grew stronger the closer they got. She kissed him urgently, pulling him closer as his kisses grew more insistent.
 
Her body responded, heart pounding, but her thoughts drifted back again.
“Ravi had kissed me like he couldn’t wait.”
 
The memory tightened her chest, squeezing the air from her lungs. Ravi’s lips had devoured her, had made her feel claimed in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. Amit’s warmth felt gentle by comparison.
 
There was tenderness in his touch, patience that made her feel safe, but it wasn’t what she needed right now.
 
She kissed Amit harder, urgency driving her movements. Her body sought release, but her thoughts remained tangled in Ravi’s presence. “Why can’t I focus on Amit?” she thought. “Why can’t I feel this like I used to?”
 
Amit’s hands drew her closer, and she responded, craving connection even as her mind rebelled.
 
It felt wrong, and yet, intoxicating. There was something unhinged in her need, an intensity that wasn’t about love, but something darker, more primal.
 
His breath brushed her ear, overwhelming her senses. Her body burned, pressure building, and though Amit’s touch fueled it, Ravi’s memory had lit the spark. The two sensations collided, creating an impossible whirlwind of pleasure and guilt.
 
With a fluid, aggressive movement, she rolled him onto his back, straddling him.
 
She looked down at him, her chest heaving, her eyes blazing. The image of his face blurred and merged with Ravi’s in her mind. "This is power," she thought, feeling a surge of control unlike anything she had ever experienced before. "This is the woman I’ve become."
 
Her beautiful naked body was a canvas for her newfound aggression.
 
Her gorgeous breasts were full, hanging in his face.
 
Her nipples already hard and peaked, challenging Amit to take them inside his mouth.
 
She felt his hands come up to cup them, and he took one of the nipples into his mouth again, licking the sensitive buds, but this time, it wasn’t just passion, it was a challenge. She could feel her desire turning into something fiercer, something she couldn’t hide any longer.
 
"Umm..." she growled, the sound foreign even to her own ears. It wasn’t just that she was participating; she was directing.
 
She leaned down, her hair falling around their faces, and bit his lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. This was not their usual gentle lovemaking. This was something else entirely.

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[shailu4ever]

I am in India now and settled. I will start giving updates now.

[shailu4ever]

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She ground her hips against his, feeling the hard length of his erection straining against his pajama bottoms. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through her that made her head spin. She was slick with desire, her body ready, but her mind was lost in the fantasy of Ravi.
 
She imagined it was Ravi’s hands on her breasts, Ravi’s body beneath hers, Ravi’s cock pressing against her. The thought made her moan, a low, guttural sound of pure need.
 
She wanted more. She wanted everything.
 
She slid down his body, her lips and tongue leaving a wet trail on his chest. She could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that matched her own.
 
She paused to flick her tongue over one of his nipples, feeling it pebble beneath her touch. He gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets, his body responding to the rawness of her actions.
 
She continued her downward journey, her movements purposeful, full of desire, but every action was a twisted blend of passion and rebellion.
 
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pajamas and looked up to him just a second to tease him.
 
Finally, she pulled his pajamas down, his cock springing free, thick and hard.
 
It was Amit’s cock, the one she knew intimately, but in her mind’s eye, it belonged to Ravi. The thought was so potent, so taboo, that it made her dizzy with lust.
 
It was as if she could taste the forbidden, could almost feel the heat of Ravi’s body beneath her, urging her forward.
 
She didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her hand around the base of his hardness, feeling the heat of him already burning hot against her skin.
 
She leaned in, letting her face close to his cock, and slowly let her tongue touch the head of his cock, then she kissed it with affection and desire.
 
She was deliberate, savoring the moment as her mind scrambled to reconcile the two men inside her. This was Amit, but the fantasy, the fantasy of Ravi, was consuming her.
 
She slowly took his hard cock into her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft. She wasn’t gentle. She was voracious.
 
Her movements were controlled but driven by something she couldn’t name.
 
She took him deep, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty bead of pre-come, and in her mind, she imagined Ravi’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her, his voice whispering filthy, wonderful things in her ear.
 
She sucked him with a single-minded intensity, her head bobbing, her hand working in rhythm with her mouth.
 
Amit was writhing on the bed, his hips bucking up to meet her, choked groans escaping his lips.
 
He had never experienced this side of Priya, this aggressive, almost dominant lover.
 
It was overwhelming, and it was incredible.
 
The way she moved, with such unrelenting need, sent him into a frenzy.
 
She could feel his control fraying, his body tensing as he neared his release.
 
But she wasn’t ready for him to come yet. She pulled back, leaving him gasping and panting.
 
Her own need was a burning fire, demanding to be quenched.
 
She moved back up his body, straddling his chest this time.
 
She looked down at him, at the dazed, worshipful look on his face.
 
In her fantasy, Ravi looked at her just like that.
 
"Your turn," she whispered, her voice low and husky, a quiet authority that matched the turmoil churning inside her.
 
She wasn’t sure anymore who she was doing this for, Amit, or the phantom of Ravi.
 
But it didn’t matter.
 
The need was too great, the desire too overwhelming.

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[Strangerstf]

Oh god...You are such a tease.

Can't wait to read next updates.

[shailu4ever]

Excellent updates andi..
And have a great holiday.

Story can wait.You have a great time andi.

Thank you for continuous updates and your efforts.

Hi Strangerstf

Thank you so much for the kind words and understanding. I really appreciate your support. I’m definitely enjoying the holidays. 

But I also enjoy writing.  As I am in India now and getting back to normal, I will continue to give updates to the stories.

Thanks again for your patience and encouragement.

With thanks and warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Oh god...You are such a tease.

Can't wait to read next updates.

Hi Strangerstf

Haha, I’ll take that as a compliment. I’m glad the story has you hooked and curious for what’s coming next. 

Thank you for the excitement and patience, the next updates will be worth the wait.  I am working on that and I will give you the update soon.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Oh god...You are such a tease.

Can't wait to read next updates.

Hi Strangerstf

Haha, I’ll take that as a compliment. I’m glad the story has you hooked and curious for what’s coming next. 

Thank you for the excitement and patience, the next updates will be worth the wait.  I am working on that and I will give you the update soon.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Priya’s Bedroom - Lost in Between

 
The shift of her weight was a silent command, a nonverbal plea that required no words.
 
As she moved forward, the soft light of the room caught the glistening evidence of her arousal, a testament to the desire that had been building between them.
 
Every movement, every breath felt heavy with need.
 
She positioned herself directly over his face, her thighs bracketing his head, her scent a potent, intoxicating perfume that filled his senses. The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with anticipation and heat.
 
Amit’s response was immediate and primal. A low groan rumbled in his chest as his hands, strong and sure, found her hips.
 
His fingers dug into the soft flesh, not roughly, but with a possessive urgency that sent a thrill through her.
 
He pulled her down, closing the final inch of distance until she was settled against his mouth.
 
The sensation was instant, overwhelming. The warmth of his mouth, the pressure of his lips, his tongue flicking against the folds of her clit, everything was heightened by the knowledge that he had her right where he wanted her.
 
The first touch of his tongue was electric. It wasn't a tentative flick but a deliberate, confident stroke against her clit.
 
The sensation was a direct jolt to her nervous system, a current of pure pleasure that made her gasp. The soft sound was like a release, an answer to a need she hadn’t fully articulated, yet was desperate to satisfy.
 
A sharp, piercing cry escaped her lips, a sound that was part surprise, part overwhelming relief. It was everything, everything she had been craving but couldn't voice.
 
Amit took her cry as encouragement. His grip tightened, his hands holding her firm as he began his work in earnest. He was a man who had always known how to touch her, but now, there was something more to it.
 
Something urgent. Something almost desperate.
 
He started with broad, flat strokes, his tongue laving her entire sex, tasting her essence.
 
It was a slow, worshipful exploration that built the heat within her core, setting fire to her veins.
 
His tongue glided over her sensitive folds of her pussy, pulling and coaxing at her as though savoring every inch of her.

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[srinivasulu]

What a update Shailu, eagerly waiting next action with Ravi next day

[shailu4ever]

What a update Shailu, eagerly waiting next action with Ravi next day

Hi Srinivasulu

Thank you so much for your compliments. I’m really happy the update kept you engaged. The next day with Ravi will definitely bring some interesting turns, looking forward to sharing it soon. 

Thank you once again for the eagerness and support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[Strangerstf]

Just looking at the word "pussy" and realising we are talking about Priya's pussy...God..my cock has twitched...
Finally...we are gonna explore Priya's love hole !!

Bring it on ma'am.

[shailu4ever]

Just looking at the word "pussy" and realising we are talking about Priya's pussy...God..my cock has twitched...
Finally...we are gonna explore Priya's love hole !!

Bring it on ma'am.

Hi Strangerstf

Thank you for your feedback and excitement. 

I am working on the next updates and I can't wait to share them with you. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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But he didn’t linger long. Amit understood the delicate balance of pleasure, and he didn’t waste time before zeroing in on the apex of her desire.
 
His focus narrowed, the tip of his tongue circling the sensitive bundle of nerves at her clit.
 
It began slow, methodical, then with increasing speed and pressure.
 
Each pass of his tongue sent a fresh wave of pleasure radiating outward, making her inner muscles clench in anticipation.
 
She could feel the slickness of his saliva mixing with her own wetness, creating a frictionless glide that was maddeningly exquisite.
 
She could feel him, all of him, in every tiny movement.
 
Then, he changed his technique. He pursed his lips and sucked, drawing her clit into his mouth.
 
The pressure was immense, a concentrated point of suction that made her vision blur.
 
He wasn't just licking anymore; he was devouring her.
 
The act was no longer tender, it was primal, raw. His tongue continued its relentless dance, flicking and swirling in a rhythm that quickly became unbearable in its intensity.
 
His nose, pressed hard against her folds, added another point of stimulation, the friction a grounding counterpoint to the chaos his tongue was creating. Every movement sent her closer to the edge.
 
He delved lower then, his tongue spearing into her entrance, fucking her with it in shallow, teasing thrusts that mimicked the act she truly craved.
 
The dual sensations, the deep, probing penetration and the maddening attention to her clit, were almost too much to process.
 
Every inch of her seemed to come alive, ignited by the way his tongue slid in and out of her, a rhythm that felt like a prelude to something more violent, something wilder.
 
She squeezed her eyes shut, her world shrinking to the singular point of contact between his mouth and her pussy.
 
Every touch, every lick, felt like it was pulling her further into oblivion.
 
She tried to focus on Amit, on the man giving her this pleasure, on the scratch of his evening stubble against her inner thighs and the strength of his hands holding her in place.
 
But her mind, treacherous and hungry, betrayed her.
 
The image of Amit dissolved, replaced by one that was sharper, more vivid, and infinitely more potent.
 
It was Ravi.
 
The memory of him was so real, so consuming, that it felt like a ghost inside her body, haunting her senses with a potency she couldn’t escape.
 
It was Ravi’s head between her legs, not Amit’s.

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[Strangerstf]

Oh yesss... You are making me crazy, ma'am.

Can't wait to ejaculate loads lol...

[shailu4ever]

Oh yesss... You are making me crazy, ma'am.

Can't wait to ejaculate loads lol...

Hahaha

Thank you

[marcjstn]

Almost came in my pants !! Can I get one more to finish me off?

[opendoor]

[shailu4ever]

Almost came in my pants !! Can I get one more to finish me off?

[shailu4ever]

Thank you

[shailu4ever]

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Priya could almost feel the difference in the texture of his hair, the shape of his jaw pressing against her. It was Ravi’s mouth she imagined, his lips, his tongue, performing these same devastating acts.
 
The fantasy was so real, so detailed, that it felt like a memory, so sharp, so clear, that it made her shiver with need.
 
She pictured the way Ravi would look up at her, his eyes burning with a possessive fire as he tasted her. The thought of it, the forbidden, illicit nature of it, was like pouring gasoline on the fire already raging inside her.
 
The guilt was there, lurking at the edge of her thoughts, a faint flicker, but it was utterly consumed by the raw power of her desire. Ravi was consuming her thoughts, becoming the center of her universe.
 
This mental image was the catalyst.
 
The pleasure, which had been building steadily, now surged forward with terrifying speed. The familiar tightening in her belly began, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter, promising an explosive release.
 
Her breath hitched in her throat, her body tensing as she teetered on the very precipice of oblivion. The fantasy of Ravi pushed her right over the edge.
 
The orgasm that crashed through her was not a gentle wave, but a tidal wave, a seismic event that shattered her into a million pieces.
 
It started deep in her core, building with intensity until it exploded outward with violent force.
 
A long, drawn-out scream tore from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated release that was raw and animalistic.
 
Her back arched into a painful bow, lifting her away from his mouth as her body convulsed, seized by spasms of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain.
 
Her fingers, which had been resting on the headboard, dug into the wood, her knuckles turning white as she anchored herself against the overwhelming sensation.
 
The pleasure was a blinding, shuddering force, and she was completely at its mercy.
 
It was the most powerful orgasm she had ever had, a cataclysmic release fueled entirely by the illicit, burning fire of her fantasy.
 
It left her breathless, trembling, and utterly spent in its wake. For a moment, there was nothing but the echoes of her own shuddering body, the soft thrum of her heartbeat as she tried to gather herself.
 
But even as she regained her composure, Ravi’s presence still lingered, like the shadow of a fire that refused to die.

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