Adultery Wife with friend

[samanthasam]

In a small electronics shop in Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu, Ravi sat behind the counter, fiddling with a customer's old radio. The afternoon heat made the air thick, and the fan whirred lazily overhead. His friend Ram walked in, wiping sweat from his forehead. Ram was a regular, often stopping by to chat while picking up small gadgets for his own repair work.

"Anna, how's business today?" Ram asked, leaning on the counter. He pulled out his phone to check something quickly.

"Not bad, Ram. Just fixed this one. You look tired—long day at the mill?" Ravi replied, glancing up.

They talked about the usual: rising prices, cricket scores, and the latest local festival. But Ravi noticed Ram scrolling absently, his eyes glued to the screen. Curiosity piqued, Ravi leaned over. "What you reading, da? Some news?"

Ram's face flushed a bit, but he chuckled. "Ah, nothing much. Just browsing Xossipy. You know, those stories people share. Keeps the mind off work."

Ravi's heart skipped. He'd been deep into cuckold porn lately, watching videos of husbands watching their wives with other men. The thrill had grown into an obsession, making him fantasize about his own wife, Priya. She was beautiful, with curves that turned heads, and they'd been married five years without kids yet. The idea of sharing her excited him in ways he couldn't explain.

"Xossipy? Those sex stories?" Ravi said, keeping his voice casual. "I've heard of it. What kind you like?"

Ram shrugged, pocketing his phone. "Oh, you know, the hot ones. Wife sharing, swapping—real steamy stuff. But it's all fantasy, anna. I'm married too, remember? Lakshmi would kill me if she knew."

Ravi swallowed, his mind racing. This was his chance. "Yeah, fantasy. But... I have this feeling sometimes. Like, what if it wasn't just stories? You ever think about it for real? Like, with a friend?"

Ram raised an eyebrow, surprised. "What? Me? Nah, anna. I'm no bull or anything. Why you asking?"

Ravi leaned in closer, voice low. "Listen, Ram. I've been watching some... videos. Cuckold stuff. Husband lets his friend take his wife. It turns me on. Priya's amazing, you know that. What if... I shared her with you? Just once. For the thrill. You're married, but it could be our secret."

Ram stared, mouth open. "Ravi, you serious? Priya? That's... wild. But yeah, she's hot. You really want that?"

Ravi nodded, pulse quickening. "Dead serious. Think about it. Come over tonight. We'll talk more."

[samanthasam]

That evening, after closing the shop, Ravi drove home to their modest two-bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood of Coimbatore. Priya was in the kitchen, stirring dal on the stove, her long hair tied back in a simple ponytail. She wore a plain cotton saree, the kind that hugged her full figure without trying too hard. At 28, she was the picture of innocence—soft-spoken, devoted to her husband, and content with their simple life. Sex for her was always gentle, just between them in the dark of their bedroom, nothing wild or adventurous.

Ravi walked in and kissed her cheek. 'Priya, Ram is coming over tonight. Just for dinner and chat. Okay?'

She smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. 'Sure, Ravi. I made extra rice. He’s your good friend from the shop.'

A knock came soon after. Ram arrived with a bottle of cheap whiskey, his usual grin in place. He hugged Ravi at the door and nodded politely to Priya. 'Akka, you look as beautiful as ever. Smells great in here.'

Priya blushed lightly, serving them plates of rice, dal, and vegetable curry. They ate at the small dining table, talking about work and the weather. Ram kept stealing glances at Priya, noticing how her saree dbangd over her ample breasts and the curve of her hips as she moved.

After dinner, Ravi poured small glasses of whiskey for himself and Ram. 'Priya, join us? Just a little sip.'

She shook her head, laughing softly. 'No, Ravi. You know I don’t drink. I’ll make tea.'

But Ravi insisted gently. 'Come on, akka,' Ram added with a wink. 'One small glass won’t hurt. It’s a special night.'

Priya hesitated, then sat down, taking a tiny sip that made her cough. 'Okay, just this once.' Her cheeks warmed from the alcohol, and she relaxed a bit, chatting about the neighbor’s new baby.

As the whiskey loosened their tongues, Ravi steered the talk. 'Priya, Ram was telling me today about these stories he reads. On Xossipy. You know, fun ones.'

Priya’s eyes widened. 'Stories? What kind?'

Ram chuckled, leaning back. 'Oh, nothing much. Just adventures. Couples trying new things. Makes life exciting, no?'

She fidgeted with her glass, innocent curiosity mixing with discomfort. 'New things? Like what?'

Ravi put his hand on her knee under the table, squeezing lightly. 'Like... sharing moments with friends. Close friends. It’s all in fun, Priya. Builds trust.'

Priya pulled her knee away slightly, frowning. 'Sharing? Ravi, what are you saying? I don’t understand. We’re married. I only... you know, with you.'

Ram nodded, playing it cool. 'Akka, don’t worry. It’s just talk. But you’re so pretty. Any man would be lucky to even hold your hand.'

She stood up abruptly, clearing the plates. 'I think I should wash these. It’s late.'

Ravi followed her to the kitchen, whispering. 'Priya, relax. Ram’s a good guy. Just imagine... him touching you a little. Kissing your neck. While I watch. It’d make me happy.'

Her face turned red, and she pushed him away gently. 'Ravi! No. I love you. I won’t let anyone else touch me like that. It’s wrong. Only you, always.'

He backed off, smiling to ease her. 'Okay, okay. Just thinking out loud. Come back, we’ll watch TV.'

They settled in the living room, Priya sandwiched between them on the worn sofa. The TV played some old Tamil movie, but no one paid attention. Ram’s arm brushed hers accidentally—or not—as he reached for the remote. She shifted away, but Ravi dbangd his arm over her shoulders, pulling her close.

'See, Priya? We’re all friends here,' Ravi murmured, his fingers tracing her arm.

Ram leaned in from the other side, his breath warm. 'Akka, your skin is so soft. Like silk.'

Priya froze, her heart pounding. 'Ram, please. Don’t say that.' But the whiskey made her head fuzzy, and she didn’t move right away.

Ravi kissed her temple. 'It’s okay. Let him compliment you. Feels good, right?'

She shook her head, standing up again. 'I’m going to bed. You two talk.' She hurried to the bedroom, closing the door firmly.

Ravi and Ram exchanged looks. 'She’s shy,' Ravi said. 'But we’ll take it slow. Tomorrow, maybe invite her for a walk or something. Build it up.'

Ram grinned. 'Yeah, anna. She’ll come around. Innocent like that, but I can see the spark.'

[sahebraopawar]

Nice story please update more

[Gitaranjan]

super start

[tomdickharry2024]

Lovely start!

[samanthasam]

The next morning, Ravi woke up with Priya curled against him, her breathing steady and soft. He kissed her forehead, his mind already racing with plans. Last night's attempt had been a start—her blushes, the way she'd hesitated before pulling away. She was innocent, yes, but curiosity lingered in her eyes. He needed to nurture that, make her feel safe while the thrill built.

At breakfast, Priya served idlis and chutney, her saree from yesterday still on, a bit wrinkled. 'Ravi, about last night... Ram's visit was nice, but your talk was strange. Don't say those things again.'

He nodded, squeezing her hand. 'Sorry, Priya. Just joking. Ram's coming to the shop today. Maybe you can drop by with lunch? He likes your cooking.'

She smiled faintly. 'Okay, if you want.'

The shop buzzed with midday customers, fans whirring against the Coimbatore heat. Ram arrived around noon, helping Ravi stock shelves. 'Anna, how's akka? She seemed tense last night.'

Ravi grinned. 'Shy, that's all. We'll ease her in. See her today?'

Just then, Priya entered, carrying a tiffin box tied in a cloth. Her simple salwar kameez clung lightly to her curves from the walk, dupatta dbangd modestly. 'Hi, Ram. I brought sambar rice.'

Ram's eyes lit up. 'Akka! Perfect timing. Sit, sit.' He pulled a stool near the counter for her.

She perched on it, opening the box. The three shared the meal, rice steaming in the humid air. Ram sat close, his knee brushing hers under the counter as he reached for a spoon. 'This is delicious, akka. You have magic hands.'

Priya shifted slightly, but didn't move away. 'Thank you. It's just home food.'

Ravi watched, heart pounding. 'Priya, Ram was saying how lonely it gets without family here. You make him feel welcome, no?'

She nodded politely, spooning rice. 'Of course. Friends are family.'

After eating, customers slowed. Ram offered to show Priya some new gadgets—a small radio, a fan. He stood behind her as she examined the radio, his hand grazing her waist to adjust her hold. 'Like this, akka. Turn the dial.'

She stiffened, glancing at Ravi. 'Ram, careful.' But her voice was soft, not angry.

Ravi stepped in, smiling. 'It's fine, Priya. He's just helping. Feels nice to have friends close, right?' He placed his hand on her shoulder, thumb rubbing gently.

Priya set the radio down, cheeks pink. 'I should go home. Chores.' She gathered the empty tiffin and left quickly, but not before Ram called, 'Come again soon, akka!'

That evening, back home, Priya chopped vegetables while Ravi lounged nearby. 'You seemed comfortable at the shop today. Ram likes you a lot.'

She paused, knife hovering. 'He's polite. But his touch... it was odd.'

Ravi moved behind her, arms around her waist, lips to her ear. 'Odd how? Did it tingle? Imagine if he did more. Just a hug. While I hold you.' His hands slid up, cupping her breasts lightly through the fabric.

Priya gasped, dropping the knife. 'Ravi, stop. I don't want that. Only us.' She turned, pushing his chest, but her eyes darted away, conflicted.

He kissed her neck. 'Think about it. Makes our nights hotter. No one else knows.'

She pulled free, stirring the pot. 'No. It's sin. I love you too much for that.'

Later, as they lay in bed, Ravi's hand wandered between her legs, fingers teasing her folds until she moaned softly. 'Priya, picture Ram watching us. Or touching you here.'

She arched, whispering, 'No... Ravi...' But her hips bucked, body betraying a flicker of heat.

The following day, Ravi invited Ram for tea at home again. Priya protested mildly but agreed, serving chai in the living room. This time, she wore a fresh saree, the blouse a bit tighter around her chest.

Ram complimented her openly. 'Akka, that color suits you. Makes your eyes shine.'

She sat across from them, sipping tea. 'Thank you.'

Ravi suggested a game—something innocent, like antakshari, the singing game. They played, voices filling the room. During a round, Ram moved to her side of the sofa to 'hear better,' his thigh pressing against hers.

Priya sang a line, then stopped, aware of the contact. 'Ram, space.'

He smiled. 'Sorry, akka. Your voice is sweet. Like you.'

Ravi joined in, his arm around her. 'See? Fun together.' As the game went on, Ravi's hand rested on her thigh, inching up slowly under the saree pallu. Ram mirrored on the other side, fingers brushing her knee.

Priya's breath hitched. 'What are you doing?' She tried to stand, but Ravi held her gently.

'Just relaxing, Priya. Feels good, doesn't it? Warm hands on you.'

She froze, torn between pulling away and the strange warmth spreading. 'This isn't right. Stop.' Her voice wavered, but she didn't shove them off immediately.

Ram leaned closer, voice low. 'Akka, you're tense. Let us help. A small massage?'

Priya shook her head, standing finally. 'No. I need air.' She went to the balcony, heart racing.

Ravi followed, hugging her from behind. 'You're curious, aren't you? It's okay. We'll go slow.'

She leaned back into him slightly. 'Ravi... it's confusing. I don't want to hurt you.'

'This won't hurt. It'll bring us closer.' He kissed her shoulder, leaving her to ponder as Ram watched from inside, eyes hungry.

[samanthasam]

The days blurred into a humid rhythm in Coimbatore, the sun baking the streets while Ravi's obsession simmered beneath the surface. Priya moved through her routines—sweeping the veranda, folding laundry—with a new quietness, her mind replaying the touches, the whispers. She loved Ravi deeply, her body responding only to him in the dark of night, but the confusion gnawed at her like an uninvited guest.

That afternoon, after the balcony moment, Ram left with a nod and a lingering glance at Priya. She busied herself in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes harder than necessary. Ravi approached from behind again, his hands on her hips, pulling her against his growing hardness. 'Priya, you felt it today. The spark. Admit it excites you a little.'

She rinsed a plate, water splashing. 'Ravi, no. It's wrong. Ram is your friend, but he's not... us.' Her voice trembled, but she didn't step away as his fingers traced her sides.

He ground slowly against her ass, voice husky. 'Imagine his hands here instead. Rougher than mine. While I watch you squirm.' His palm pressed flat on her stomach, dipping lower to rub over her mound through the saree.

Priya's breath caught, a soft whimper escaping. She gripped the sink edge, thighs clenching. 'Stop talking like that. I can't think.' But her body heated, pussy tingling from the friction.

He released her with a chuckle, kissing her cheek. 'Soon, you'll beg for it. Trust me.'

The next evening, Ravi planned another casual gathering. 'Ram's dropping by for movies. Nothing big. Wear that blue salwar—you look sexy in it.'

Priya hesitated in front of the mirror, adjusting the dupatta over her full breasts. 'Ravi, why him again? We can watch alone.'

He wrapped arms around her from the mirror's reflection. 'He's family now. It'll be fun.' His lips brushed her neck, making her shiver.

Ram arrived with a bottle of cheap whiskey and some DVDs—old Tamil films mixed with a hidden adult one Ravi had slipped him. They settled in the living room, fans oscillating lazily. Priya sat between them on the worn sofa, her knee inches from Ram's.

The first movie played, a family drama. Laughter filled the room at the dialogues. Halfway through, Ravi poured drinks. 'Priya, try a sip. Loosens you up.'

She took a small glass, the burn making her cough. 'Too strong.' But she sipped again, warmth spreading through her limbs.

Ram leaned in during a quiet scene, his shoulder touching hers. 'Akka, this part's boring. Want to switch?'

Priya nodded, eyes on the screen. As Ram reached for the remote on the table, his arm brushed her breast accidentally—or not. She jolted, crossing her arms. 'Watch where you're going.'

'Sorry, akka.' His eyes twinkled, hand lingering a second too long on the remote.

Ravi noticed, his cock twitching in his pants. He dbangd an arm over Priya's shoulders, pulling her closer. 'Relax. It's just a movie.' His fingers played with the end of her dupatta, exposing a sliver of her midriff.

The film ended, and Ravi popped in the next—supposedly another drama, but it quickly veered into steamy territory. A couple on screen kissed passionately, hands roaming. Priya's cheeks flushed, shifting uncomfortably. 'Ravi, change it. This isn't right.'

Ram chuckled softly. 'It's just acting, akka. Look how she moans when he touches her there.' He pointed vaguely, his thigh now pressed firmly against hers.

Priya's eyes widened at the screen, where the man sucked the woman's nipple, her back arching. A forbidden heat pooled between Priya's legs, her nipples hardening under the kameez. She squeezed her thighs together, whispering, 'Turn it off. Please.'

Ravi's hand slid down her arm, then to her thigh, squeezing gently. 'Watch a bit more. See how she enjoys it. Like you do with me.' His fingers inched higher, brushing the edge of her salwar waistband.

Ram mirrored on the other side, his hand resting on her knee, thumb circling slowly. 'Akka, your skin's so soft. Bet it feels even better higher up.'

Priya's heart hammered. She grabbed Ravi's hand, stopping it. 'No. This is too much.' But the alcohol dulled her resolve, and the on-screen woman's cries echoed her own suppressed urges. She didn't pull away from Ram's touch entirely, her body frozen in conflicted desire.

The scene escalated—the man thrusting into the woman, her legs wrapped around him. Priya averted her eyes, but Ravi turned her face gently. 'Look, Priya. Imagine that's you. Me fucking you while Ram strokes your tits.'

She gasped, a rush of wetness soaking her panties. 'Ravi... I can't.' Her voice was breathy, hips shifting involuntarily.

Ram's hand crept up her thigh, fingers grazing the fabric over her inner leg. 'Let me feel how wet you are, akka. Just a touch.'

Priya slapped his hand away lightly, standing on shaky legs. 'Enough! I'm going to bed.' She fled to the bedroom, slamming the door, but not before hearing Ravi murmur to Ram, 'She's close. Tomorrow, we push more.'

Alone, Priya stripped off her clothes, fingers trembling. She lay on the bed, hand slipping between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously. Images flashed—Ravi's cock in her, Ram's hands on her breasts. She came hard, biting her lip to stifle moans, guilt flooding her after.

Ravi entered later, sliding into bed naked. He pulled her close, his erection pressing against her ass. 'You liked it, didn't you? The movie. His hand.'

She turned, burying her face in his chest. 'It was wrong. But... my body reacted. I hate it.'

He rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs. His fingers found her still-slick pussy, sliding in easily. 'Good. That's the start.' He pumped slowly, thumb on her clit. 'Tell me what you pictured.'

Priya moaned, hips bucking. 'You... inside me. Him watching.' She came again, clinging to him.

The weekend brought rain, pattering against the tin roof. Ravi suggested a drive to a nearby temple, but detoured to a secluded park on the outskirts. Ram met them there, thermos of coffee in hand. 'Thought we'd picnic, anna.'

Priya, in a modest churidar, spread a mat under a banyan tree. The air was fresh, mist rising from the ground. They ate dosas she packed, chatting about village life.

As thunder rumbled, Ram scooted closer. 'Rain's coming. Huddle up, akka.' His arm went around her waist, pulling her against his side.

Priya tensed but stayed, the group warmth comforting. 'It's just a shower.'

Ravi watched, sipping coffee. Drops began falling, and he joined the huddle, sandwiching her between them. Rain soaked through clothes, her churidar clinging to her curves, outlining her bra and the dark patch between her legs.

Ram's hand rubbed her back, dipping lower to her ass cheek. 'Wet and cold. Need to warm you.' He squeezed gently.

Priya squirmed. 'Ram, stop.' But the rain masked her soft protest, and Ravi's hand joined, cupping her other cheek.

'Feels good in the rain, Priya. No one's watching.' Ravi's fingers kneaded, pressing her against Ram's thigh.

She felt Ram's hardness poke her hip, her own arousal building despite the chill. 'We should go home.' Her voice lacked conviction.

The rain intensified, forcing them under the thicker branches. In the dim light, Ram's lips brushed her ear. 'Akka, you're beautiful like this. Let me kiss your neck—just once.'

Before she could respond, he did, tongue flicking her skin. Priya gasped, pushing half-heartedly. 'No... Ravi, make him stop.'

Ravi kissed her mouth instead, deep and possessive. 'Let him. For me.' His hand slipped under her top, pinching her nipple.

Priya whimpered into the kiss, body arching as Ram sucked her neck, leaving a mark. Her pussy throbbed, aching for more, but she broke free. 'I can't. It's too fast.' Tears mixed with rain on her cheeks.

They drove home in silence, Priya in the back, legs pressed together. That night, Ravi fucked her roughly, describing Ram's cock entering her while he pounded her pussy. She came screaming, nails digging into his back, the fantasy taking root deeper.

Monday at the shop, Priya visited again, this time unprompted, carrying sweets for Diwali prep. Ram greeted her with a hug, longer than friendly, his groin brushing hers. 'Akka, you came! Missed you.'

She pulled back, blushing. 'Just sharing.' But she lingered, helping sort items.

Ravi locked the shop early, claiming a break. In the back room, amid boxes, he pulled Priya onto his lap on a stool. 'Show Ram how you kiss me.'

She shook her head. 'Here? No.'

Ram stepped closer, unbuckling his belt slightly. 'Please, akka. One kiss.'

The air thickened with tension. Priya's eyes flicked to the bulge in Ram's pants, curiosity winning a sliver. She leaned in hesitantly, lips brushing Ram's cheek—innocent, but a start.

Ravi groaned, hand between her legs, rubbing her through clothes. 'Good girl. Now his mouth.'

She hesitated, then pressed her lips to Ram's, soft and tentative. His tongue slipped in, tasting her, while Ravi fingered her clit over the fabric.

Priya moaned into the kiss, breaking it gasping. 'That's all. No more.' But her eyes were glazed, body humming.

As she left, legs wobbly, Ravi whispered to Ram, 'Next time, we taste her for real.'

The seduction coiled tighter, Priya's resistance cracking like dry earth under the relentless Tamil sun.

[samanthasam]

Thanks for your comments guys

[Joseph Rayman]

Excellent writing

[dragonslair]

nice start

[tomdickharry2024]

Great build up.. wife is thoroughly enjoying the foreplay.. waiting for more!

[Pvzro]

Superb put some armpit seduction also

[samanthasam]

After some days The dim fluorescent lights of the electronics shop buzzed softly overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered shelves of wires, gadgets, and dusty circuit boards. Ravi leaned against the counter, his eyes fixed on Priya as she browsed the aisles, her fingers trailing lightly over a display of phone cases. She was oblivious to the way his gaze lingered on the curve of her hips, the subtle sway in her step that made his pulse quicken. Ram was in the back room, pretending to inventory stock, but Ravi knew better—his friend was listening, waiting for the signal to join in this delicate game they were weaving.

'Priya,' Ravi called out softly, his voice laced with that familiar warmth she always melted into. She turned, her dark hair falling over one shoulder, and smiled at him. 'Come here, look at this new gadget I got in. It's supposed to sync with your phone for... intimate reminders.' He held up a small vibrating keychain, innocuous to anyone else, but the way he said 'intimate' made her cheeks flush just a touch.

She approached, her sari brushing against her legs with each step, the fabric whispering promises of what lay beneath. 'What do you mean, intimate?' she asked, her voice curious but edged with that hesitation Ravi loved to exploit. He stepped closer, close enough that she could smell the faint spice of his cologne, and demonstrated the device with a subtle press of his thumb. It hummed to life in his palm, a low vibration that sent a shiver through the air between them.

'Imagine this,' he murmured, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned in, 'tied to your thoughts of us... or maybe someone else watching, waiting.' His words were careful, planting seeds without uprooting her reservations. Priya's eyes widened slightly, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch the device, but Ravi guided her fingers to it instead, letting the buzz transfer through her skin. She pulled back just a fraction, but not before he saw the way her lips parted, the quick intake of breath.

From the back, Ram emerged quietly, wiping his hands on a rag as if he'd just finished some mundane task. 'Everything alright up here?' he asked, his tone casual, but his eyes locked onto Priya with an intensity that made her shift uncomfortably—or was it excitement? Ravi caught it, the subtle dilation of her pupils, the way her chest rose a little faster.

'Just showing Priya this new toy,' Ravi replied, winking at his friend. Ram nodded, stepping behind the counter and positioning himself so he was in her line of sight, his broad shoulders filling the space. 'Looks useful. Priya, you should try it out properly. Ravi's always got the best ideas for... testing things.' Ram's voice was deeper, more gravelly, and he let his gaze drop briefly to the neckline of her blouse, where the edge of her blouse dipped just enough to hint at the swell beneath.

Priya swallowed, her fingers twisting the edge of her sari pallu, a nervous habit that only drew Ravi's attention to the soft skin of her midriff. 'I... I don't know,' she whispered, but her body betrayed her, leaning ever so slightly toward Ravi, toward the vibration still humming faintly in his hand. He turned it off but didn't put it away, instead slipping it into her palm, closing her fingers around it.

'Keep it,' he said, his thumb stroking the back of her hand in a slow circle. 'Think about what it could do when you're alone tonight. Or... when Ram and I are here, talking about how beautiful you look right now.' Ram chuckled low in his throat, adding, 'Yeah, Priya, you've got this glow. Makes a man wonder what it'd be like to see more of it.'

Her breath hitched, and she pressed her thighs together subtly, the heat building low in her belly as their words wrapped around her like invisible threads, pulling tighter. She wanted to protest, to laugh it off as their usual teasing, but the shop felt smaller now, the air thicker, charged with unspoken possibilities. Ravi watched her closely, seeing the conflict in her eyes—the desire warring with restraint—and he knew they were getting closer. Just a little more push, and she'd be teetering on the edge, unable to pull away.

[samanthasam]

Priya clutched the vibrating keychain in her fist, its smooth surface warming against her palm as if it pulsed with her own quickening heartbeat. She glanced between Ravi and Ram, the two men flanking her like shadows she couldn't quite escape. The shop's front door was still unlocked, but the street outside seemed distant, muffled by the hum of the air conditioner and the weight of their stares.

Ravi's hand lingered on hers, his thumb now tracing lazy patterns up her wrist, sending tiny sparks along her skin. 'Feel that buzz in your hand, Priya? That's just the start. Imagine it against your thigh... or higher, when you're thinking of us both.' His voice dropped lower, intimate, as if sharing a secret meant only for her ears. She tried to pull away, but her feet stayed rooted, her body betraying the protest forming on her lips.

Ram stepped closer, his presence filling the narrow space behind the counter. He reached out, not touching her yet, but close enough that she felt the heat radiating from his chest. 'Akka, don't be shy. Ravi's right—you look like you need a little thrill. Let me show you how this thing works better.' He took the keychain from her grasp gently, his fingers brushing hers deliberately, lingering a second too long. Priya's breath caught, her nipples tightening under the thin fabric of her blouse as he flicked it on again, the vibration stronger this time, humming right in front of her.

She shook her head, whispering, 'Ram, no... this is the shop. Anyone could walk in.' But her eyes flicked to the device, then to his hand holding it, and she didn't step back. Ravi moved behind her, his chest pressing lightly against her back, his hands settling on her hips. He didn't squeeze, just rested them there, thumbs circling the soft skin above her sari's waistband. 'No one's coming in, jaan. Door's got the bell— we'd hear. Besides, this is our little secret spot. Relax into it.'

Ram held the keychain out, pressing it lightly against the back of her hand first, then sliding it up her arm, the vibration traveling like a current to her shoulder. Priya's lips parted, a soft exhale escaping as she felt it tease the edge of her collarbone. 'See? Feels good, doesn't it? Like a secret touch you can't ignore.' Ram's eyes locked on hers, dark and intent, as he let the device dip lower, grazing the swell of her breast through her blouse. She gasped, her hand flying up to stop him, but it landed on his wrist instead of pushing away fully.

Ravi's breath was hot on her neck now, his lips almost brushing her earlobe. 'That's it, Priya. Let him. Imagine his fingers instead, stroking your tits while I kiss your neck.' His words painted the picture vividly, and she felt a rush of warmth flood her core, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the thought. She squeezed her thighs tighter, the friction only heightening the ache building there. 'Ravi... please,' she murmured, but it came out more like a plea for more than a stop.

here in the shop, it felt more confined, more urgent. Ram turned off the device but didn't hand it back, instead slipping it into his pocket with a grin. 'Save that for later, akka. When you're home, alone, pressing it where it counts.' He leaned in, his hand now on her waist, mirroring Ravi's, their fingers almost meeting at her navel. Priya's stomach fluttered, her body arching slightly into the dual hold despite herself.

Ravi nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent. 'Tell us, Priya—does it make you wet, thinking about Ram's hands on you? Exploring your ass, your pussy, while I watch?' He didn't touch further, but his words were a caress, wrapping around her resolve. She bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, the shop spinning faintly. The heat between her legs grew insistent, her panties dampening as forbidden images flashed—Ram's thick fingers parting her folds, Ravi's cock hard against her thigh.

She opened her eyes, meeting Ram's gaze, then Ravi's, her voice barely above a whisper. 'I... I shouldn't want this.' But her hands stayed on their arms, gripping lightly, as if anchoring herself to the temptation. Ram's thumb dipped under her sari edge, just brushing her bare hip bone, while Ravi's hand slid up her side, stopping just below her breast. The anticipation coiled tighter, her body trembling on the brink, every nerve alight and begging for the next whisper, the next touch that would shatter her control.

[Rangushki]

Nice update

[samanthasam]

Priya's grip tightened on Ram's arm, her nails digging in just enough to feel the muscle beneath his shirt. She could smell his cologne mixing with the faint scent of solder from the shop's back room, a heady contrast that made her head swim. Ravi's fingers inched higher, the pad of his thumb now grazing the underside of her breast, sending a jolt straight to her core. Her pussy throbbed, slick and needy, but she clamped her legs together harder, fighting the urge to grind against nothing.

Ram's eyes darkened as he watched her reaction, his thumb circling that exposed sliver of hip skin, dipping lower toward the curve of her ass. 'Akka, your skin's so soft here. Bet it's even softer where it counts—between those thighs you're squeezing.' His voice was rough, laced with hunger, and he leaned in closer, his free hand coming up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, his knuckles brushing her cheek.

She shivered, her breath hitching as Ravi's lips finally made contact—not a full kiss, but a soft press against the nape of her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her salt. 'You say you shouldn't, but your body's screaming yes, Priya. Feel how wet you're getting? Imagine Ram's mouth on your neck like this, sucking marks while I slide my hand into your blouse and pinch your nipples.' His words vibrated against her skin, painting the scene in her mind: Ram's teeth grazing her collarbone, Ravi's fingers rolling her hard peaks until she whimpered.

Priya's knees weakened, and she leaned back into Ravi's chest for support, her ass pressing against his growing bulge. The hardness there made her pulse race, a reminder of what she'd felt in their bed last night—Ravi thrusting deep, whispering about Ram joining them. 'Stop... talking like that,' she managed, but it sounded feeble, her voice thick with the arousal she couldn't hide. Her hand slipped from Ram's arm to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under her palm.

Ram caught her hand, guiding it down to rest on his belt buckle, not pushing further but letting her feel the heat emanating from his crotch. 'Touch if you want, Priya. Or let me touch you first—lift that sari just a bit, let me stroke your inner thigh until you beg for my fingers on your clit.' He didn't move, waiting, his breath warm on her face as he stared into her eyes, challenging her resolve.

From the shop's dim corners, memories of earlier days flickered in Priya's mind—the movie night where the screen showed a man devouring a woman's breast, Ram's thigh solid against hers, the unwelcome heat building despite her protests. And the balcony, Ravi's hands on her waist, Ram's gaze lingering too long. It all led here, to this charged moment amid the clutter of wires and gadgets. Ravi's hand finally cupped her breast fully, squeezing gently through the blouse, his thumb circling her nipple without mercy. 'Admit it turns you on, jaan. Us both wanting you, touching you like this.'

A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stifle it, her body arching into his palm. Ram took the cue, his hand sliding around to cup her ass cheek, kneading the flesh firmly. 'Good girl. Feel that? We're just getting started. Next time, we'll have you bent over this counter, skirt up, while we take turns licking your pussy.' His promise hung in the air, explicit and raw, making her clit ache with need.

Priya's eyes darted to the shop door, the bell silent, but the risk only fueled the fire. She pulled Ravi's hand away from her breast, but held it against her stomach instead, her other hand still on Ram's belt. 'Not... here. Not yet.' The words were a surrender wrapped in delay, her body humming with the promise of more. The men exchanged a knowing glance over her shoulder, their seduction weaving tighter around her, pulling her deeper into the web of desire they'd spun.

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Ravi's chuckle rumbled low against Priya's ear, his breath hot as he nuzzled her neck, lips brushing the sensitive spot just below her earlobe. He kept his hand flat on her stomach, fingers splaying wide to feel the rapid rise and fall of her breaths. 'Not here, you say? But your hand's still on Ram's belt, jaan. Feels like you're deciding where.' His voice dipped, teasing, as he rocked his hips forward once, pressing his erection firmer against her ass, the friction making her gasp softly.

Ram's gaze locked onto hers, intense and unblinking, his fingers now tracing lazy circles on the small of her back, dipping just under the edge of her sari's waistband. The touch was light, almost innocent, but it sent sparks racing up her spine, her skin prickling with awareness. He leaned in, his lips hovering near her mouth, close enough that she could taste the mint on his breath. 'Akka, you're trembling. Is it fear... or want? Let me kiss you here—soft, just to see if your lips part for me like they do for Ravi.' He didn't close the distance, holding back, his hand sliding up to rest on her hip, thumb pressing into the dip where her blouse met her skirt.

Priya's heart hammered, her palm warm against the leather of Ram's belt, feeling the subtle shift of his muscles as he held still, waiting for her move. She could pull away—should pull away—but her body betrayed her, thighs clenching as a fresh wave of heat flooded her pussy, her panties dampening further. Memories crashed in: the movie night, Ram's leg against hers while the screen showed a woman on her knees, mouth wrapped around a thick cock; the balcony, his eyes devouring her curves; and last night's bed, Ravi's thrusts deep and relentless, his words painting Ram's hands on her breasts, squeezing until she arched and cried out.

She swallowed hard, her free hand clutching Ravi's wrist tighter, not to stop him but to ground herself. 'We... we should go home,' she whispered, but even she heard the lack of conviction, the way her voice cracked on the last word. Ravi's fingers flexed against her stomach, inching downward toward her navel, circling the exposed skin there. 'Home sounds good. But imagine the drive—Ram in the back with you, his hand on your thigh, sliding higher while I watch in the mirror. You'd spread your legs for him, wouldn't you? Let him finger your wet slit until you soak the seat.'

Ram's hand joined Ravi's at her hip, their fingers overlapping, a united front that made her pulse throb in her clit. He squeezed gently, pulling her closer to him, her chest brushing his. 'Or stay a bit longer, Priya. Let me unhook that blouse, just one hook, to feel your heartbeat under my palm. Bet your nipples are begging for a pinch right now.' His words were a caress, rough around the edges, and he dipped his head to trail his nose along her jawline, inhaling her scent—jasmine and arousal.

The shop felt smaller, the air thicker with their combined heat, shelves of gadgets forgotten witnesses to her unraveling. Priya's eyes fluttered shut for a second, her body leaning into both men, caught between them like a flame fanned by two winds. She shook her head, but it was weak, her hand finally slipping away from Ram's belt only to trail up his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. 'You're both... impossible.' A small laugh escaped her, breathless, as Ravi's lips found her shoulder, sucking lightly, marking her with a faint red bloom.

They didn't push harder—not yet—but the promise lingered, heavy and electric, as Ram's thumb stroked her hipbone, Ravi's hand pressing her back against his chest. The seduction coiled tighter, each touch a step closer to the edge, her resistance fraying thread by thread in the dim light of the electronics shop.

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Wow so beautiful dear writer ,excellent narration plz do put armpits seduction also don't forget

[samanthasam]

Ravi's lips lingered on Priya's shoulder, his teeth grazing the fabric of her blouse before he pulled back slightly, his hand sliding up from her stomach to trace the curve of her side. He caught the faint lift of her arm as she shifted, trying to create space, and his eyes darkened at the glimpse of smooth skin under her arm—the soft hollow of her armpit, slightly damp from the shop's humid air and her rising heat. 'Look at you, jaan,' he murmured, voice thick with want, his fingers brushing upward along her ribcage, stopping just short of that intimate spot. 'Even here, you're tempting. Lift your arm for me—let Ram see how sensitive you get when I touch you there.'

Priya froze, her breath hitching as his thumb hovered near the edge of her blouse, the threat of exposure making her pulse race. She kept her arm down, but the movement only pressed her body closer to Ram, who took the cue, his hand on her hip tightening as he guided her arm up gently, pretending to adjust her pallu. The sari fabric slipped a fraction, revealing more of that vulnerable skin, and Ram's gaze fixed there, hungry. He leaned in, his breath warm against her side, and pressed a light kiss to the exposed curve, his tongue flicking out just once to taste the salt of her skin. 'So soft, akka. Bet it makes you shiver when someone licks right here, doesn't it? While your nipples harden and your pussy aches.'

The touch was fleeting, but it ignited a spark low in her belly, her thighs squeezing together as a fresh gush of wetness soaked her panties. Priya's free hand flew to cover the spot, but Ravi caught it, pinning it lightly to her side with his own. 'Don't hide, Priya. Let him worship you a little. Imagine his mouth there later, sucking while I pinch your tits.' Her body trembled, the dual assault of their words and touches unraveling her further, her clit throbbing with need she couldn't ignore.

Ram pulled back, but his fingers lingered on her waist, tracing the line where blouse met skin, occasionally dipping toward that newly teased area. 'You're flushing everywhere,' he said, his voice a low rumble, eyes flicking to her face then down to where her chest heaved. He stepped closer, sandwiching her more firmly between them, his erection nudging her thigh through his pants. Ravi mirrored him from behind, grinding slowly once more, his hand now cupping her breast over the blouse, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked stiffly against the fabric.

Priya's mind spun, protests dying on her lips as she arched involuntarily into Ravi's palm, her other arm lifting slightly despite herself, granting accidental access. Ram didn't hesitate, his nose brushing her armpit again, inhaling deeply before planting another soft kiss, his hand sliding to squeeze her ass cheek. 'We could lock the door, Priya. Just us three, exploring every inch—no rush, just your body opening up for what it craves.'

The shop's counter dug into her hip, a reminder of the risk, but the thrill only heightened her arousal, her breaths coming in shallow pants. She shook her head weakly, but her fingers tangled in Ram's shirt, pulling him nearer instead of pushing away. Ravi chuckled softly, nipping her earlobe. 'See? Your body's saying yes. Let's take this to the back room—cooler there, more private. You can sit on my lap, let Ram kneel and kiss your thighs... or higher.'

Priya's resolve cracked a little more, the image flashing vivid: Ram's lips trailing up her leg, tongue dipping under her petticoat, while Ravi held her open. 'I... okay,' she whispered finally, voice barely audible, her body already turning toward the back, led by their guiding hands. The door clicked shut behind them, the dim storeroom enveloping them in shadows, the air thick with unspoken promises as Ram's fingers tugged at her sari's fold, Ravi's mouth finding her neck once more.

[samanthasam]

The storeroom's dim light filtered through a small, dusty window, casting long shadows over stacks of cardboard boxes and shelves crammed with wires, gadgets, and forgotten inventory. The air was cooler here, laced with the faint scent of dust and solder, but it did nothing to temper the heat radiating from Priya's skin. Ravi's lips pressed firmly against the nape of her neck, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path along her collarbone as his hands settled on her shoulders, thumbs kneading the tension there. Ram stood before her, his fingers hooked into the pleat of her sari, tugging it just enough to loosen the fabric around her waist without fully unraveling it. The movement pulled the material taut across her hips, outlining the curve of her ass and the subtle swell of her mound.

Priya's back arched slightly against Ravi's chest, her breath escaping in a shaky exhale as Ram's knuckles brushed the sensitive skin just above her petticoat string. 'Ravi... this is the back room, but people might hear,' she murmured, her voice laced with a mix of fear and something deeper, more insistent—a throb that echoed between her legs. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, the dampness in her panties growing as the confined space amplified every touch, every whisper.

Ravi's chuckle vibrated against her ear, low and possessive. 'The shop's locked, jaan. No one's coming. Just relax—let us take care of you.' One hand slid down her arm, lifting it slowly until her elbow bent, exposing the soft underside once more. He nuzzled into the crook, his nose grazing the warm, slightly salty skin of her armpit, inhaling her scent like it was a drug. 'Mmm, you smell so good here. Sweaty from the heat, but sweet. Lift it higher, Priya. Show Ram what makes you squirm.'

She hesitated, her free hand clutching at Ram's shirt for balance, but the command in Ravi's tone sent a shiver racing down her spine. Her arm rose a fraction, enough for Ram to lean in, his mouth hovering near the exposed hollow. He didn't touch right away—instead, he blew a gentle stream of air across it, watching goosebumps erupt on her skin. 'Akka, you're hiding such treasures,' he said, his voice husky, eyes locked on hers before dropping to that intimate spot. His fingers trailed up her side, slipping under the edge of her blouse to caress the rib just below, teasing closer without mercy.

Priya's nipple tightened further under the thin fabric, aching for contact, and she bit her lip to stifle a whimper. The dual attention—from Ravi's breath hot on her neck and Ram's proximity—made her thighs rub together, seeking friction against her swollen clit. 'Please... don't,' she whispered, but her body betrayed her, leaning toward Ram as if drawn by an invisible pull.

Ram's hand finally made contact, his palm cupping the underside of her arm, thumb stroking the tender skin in slow circles. He pressed his lips there lightly, a feather-soft kiss that turned into a lingering lick, his tongue flat and warm against her. The sensation shot straight to her core, making her pussy pulse with fresh need, a trickle of arousal slipping down her inner thigh. 'Tastes like desire,' he murmured against her, pulling back to meet her gaze. 'Imagine me sucking here while Ravi fingers your wet slit from behind. You'd come so hard, wouldn't you?'

Ravi's free hand dipped lower, palming her ass through the sari, squeezing the firm flesh as he ground his hard cock against her lower back. 'That's right. I'd spread your cheeks, slide my fingers into that tight pussy, feel you clench around me while Ram worships your body.' His other hand moved to her waist, fingers splaying across her stomach, inching toward the hem of her blouse. He tugged it up slightly, exposing a sliver of midriff, his pinky brushing the edge of her navel.

Priya's knees weakened, her weight shifting onto Ram as he steadied her with hands on her hips. The storeroom seemed to shrink around them, the boxes a makeshift barrier against the world outside. She could feel the outline of Ram's erection pressing into her belly now, thick and insistent through his pants, and the realization made her gasp. 'Ravi, he's... hard because of me,' she said, voice trembling, not sure if it was accusation or confession.

'Yes, and so am I,' Ravi replied, nipping at her earlobe before soothing it with his tongue. 'Because you're ours to tease, to make beg. Turn around, Priya—kiss Ram. Show him how your tongue feels in his mouth while I lift your sari and rub your thighs.'

Her heart pounded, resistance flickering like a dying flame. She shook her head, but her hands were already on Ram's chest, fingers curling into the fabric. Ram tilted her chin up with one finger, his thumb tracing her lower lip. 'Just a taste, akka. Open for me.' His mouth descended, capturing hers in a slow, exploratory kiss—lips soft at first, then parting to let his tongue slip inside, coaxing hers to dance. Priya moaned into it, the sound muffled, her body melting as Ravi's hands worked the sari higher, exposing her calves, then knees.

The kiss deepened, Ram's hand sliding to the back of her neck, holding her steady as his tongue fucked her mouth in shallow thrusts, mimicking what they all craved. Ravi's fingers danced along her inner thigh, stopping just short of her soaked panties, the heat from his palm making her hips buck. 'Feel that? Your pussy's dripping for us,' he whispered, breath hot on her shoulder. 'Soon, we'll have you on your knees, sucking Ram's cock while I eat your ass.'

Priya broke the kiss with a gasp, her lips swollen and shiny, chest heaving. 'Not yet... I need... more time,' she panted, but her eyes were glazed, body flushed from neck to toes. Ram's hand dipped to her breast, cupping it fully now, his thumb flicking the nipple through blouse and bra until it throbbed. Ravi mirrored him from behind, pinching the other peak lightly, rolling it between fingers.

They guided her to a low stool amid the boxes, Ravi sitting first and pulling her onto his lap, her back to his chest. Her sari bunched around her thighs, legs parting slightly as Ram knelt between them, his face level with her knees. 'Spread a little, Priya,' Ram urged, hands on her calves, massaging upward. 'Let me kiss your skin, inch by inch.'

She did, hesitantly, the anticipation coiling tight in her belly. Ravi's arms wrapped around her waist, one hand slipping under her blouse to caress bare stomach, the other holding her arm up again, exposing that sensitive spot for his mouth. He licked there once more, slow and thorough, while Ram's lips pressed to her knee, then higher, tongue tracing the line of her inner thigh. Priya's head fell back against Ravi's shoulder, a soft cry escaping as the pleasure built, layer by layer, pushing her closer to the brink without tipping over.

The storeroom door remained shut, but the world outside faded, leaving only the three of them in this web of touches and promises, her surrender inching forward with every breath.