Adultery Priya Didi

[prasannas2001]

Poor people they couldn't watch and concentrate in the movie but their move is an entertain for us  


Keep going waiting for the next

Hahaha.  That's true

[prasannas2001]

Hey everyone. 

I’ve noticed I haven’t been getting much feedback on the movie scenes I’ve been sharing. I wanted to reach out and check in with you.

Even though I’m traveling right now, I still see your messages. I’m always reading them, no matter where I am.

I would really appreciate hearing your thoughts, what you enjoyed, what didn’t quite work, what made you feel something, or even what left you unsure. 

Your feedback helps me grow, so if you have a moment, please let me know what you think.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

Hi Shailu

The movie scenes are very interesting. 
Great job.

   

[prasannas2001]

His lips brushed hers.
 
A soft, feather-light touch.
Accidental.
A mistake in the most painful, most beautiful way.
 
A kiss that should never have happened.
And yet…
In that fragile moment…
It felt like everything.
 
Wet
Soft.
Fragile.
Impossible to define.
 
A brush of warmth.
A whisper against the lips.
Electric.
 
The taste of her, sudden, fleeting, unforgettable.

The softness of her lips.
The tremor in her breath.

Wow! First Kiss. Ravi kissing Priya Didi

Amazing

[shailu4ever]

Hahaha.  That's true

Thank you Prasanna.

I really appreciate your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Hi Shailu

The movie scenes are very interesting. 
Great job.

   

Hi Prasanna

Thank you so much for your compliments

I’m really glad you found the movie scenes interesting. Your encouragement truly means a lot and motivates me to keep improving.

With gratitude and warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Wow! First Kiss. Ravi kissing Priya Didi

Amazing

Hi Prasanna

Thank you for your compliments

I’m really glad that moment stood out for you. It was an important turning point in the story, and it means a lot to know it connected with you. I truly appreciate your encouragement.

Thank you once again for your continued support and ratings.

With gratitude and warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Priya’s Bedroom - Fires That Cannot be Extinguished.

 
She collapsed beside him, her body trembling and spent.
 
For a moment, the world went hazy, the only sound their ragged breathing. The air around them was thick with the remnants of their passion, the heat between their bodies still lingering.
 
Priya's limbs felt heavy, her chest heaving as she tried to steady herself, but there was no escaping the hunger that still simmered inside her.
 
Amit rolled over, his body covering hers, his cock still hard, nudging against her entrance.
 
It felt like everything was about to explode again, and yet she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hold back or lose herself completely.
 
He looked down at her, his eyes dark with a need that mirrored her own. "Priya," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, the rawness in it sending a shiver down her spine.
 
"I need you." The words, so simple, yet so full of longing, wrapped themselves around her like a chains of fire, making her pulse quicken.
 
Priya’s body reacted before her mind could process it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
 
The room blurred into warmth and breathless tension. The weight of guilt began to fade, replaced by sensation alone. She stopped fighting.
 
“I can’t keep pretending,” she thought. “I can’t live like this.”
 
She closed her eyes and allowed herself, for the first time, to imagine Ravi fully, his hands, his urgency, the way his kiss had left no room for doubt. The desire she had felt with him surged again, and she didn’t push it away.
 
Amit’s kisses faded into the background as Ravi’s memory took center stage. Her body moved instinctively, pressing closer, seeking release.
 
“Why does this feel so right?”
 
Amit’s tenderness felt like a lullaby compared to the fire Ravi had ignited. The comparison no longer hurt, it fueled her.
 
“This is wrong,” a voice whispered.
 
She ignored it.
 
She was done pretending. Done fighting.
 
She was already half lost, her desire so powerful, so primal, that it had completely overwhelmed her.
 
"Then take me," she breathed.
 
It was more than an invitation.
It was a command.
A surrender, but one that felt like a victory.
This was her fantasy
Her control
And she was going to ride it until the very end
Even if she was riding a lie.

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[shailu4ever]

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He needed no further invitation.
 
He positioned himself at her entrance of her pussy, the head of his cock teasing her slick, swollen folds.
 
He pushed inside her, a slow, deliberate glide that filled her completely.
 
There was no hesitation. She was so wet, so ready, that he sank in to the hilt without any resistance, and a deep, low moan escaped her lips.
 
The sensation of fullness was familiar, but tonight it felt different, tonight, it was tainted with something darker, something forbidden.
 
As he began to move, she closed her eyes, her mind slipping into the fantasy. She gave herself over to the illusion, even if it wasn’t Amit.
 
It was Ravi’s cock inside her, Ravi’s body moving against hers, Ravi’s breath hot on her neck.
 
The thought twisted in her chest, and a fresh wave of arousal surged through her.
 
It wasn’t just the physicality of the act anymore; it was the fantasy that fueled it, the illicit, burning desire she could no longer suppress.
 
The thought was a catalyst. The sudden aggression returned, stronger than before, and Priya felt the power surge through her veins like electricity.
 
"Harder," she whispered, her voice a raw, urgent plea. "Don't hold back, Amit. Give me everything you have."
 
There was a fire in her now, a need to feel something deeper, something more consuming. She wanted to feel in control of this moment, even if the control was nothing more than an illusion.
 
Amit’s control snapped. The gentle, loving husband was gone, replaced by a primal, lust-driven animal.
 
He grabbed her legs, hooking them over his shoulders, opening her up to him completely.
 
The new angle allowed him to go deeper, and he began to thrust, his movements powerful and relentless.
 
The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies colliding growing louder as Amit lost himself to the rhythm.
 
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, their harsh, panting breaths, the creak of the bedframe protesting the force of their coupling.
 
It was a symphony of raw, unbridled passion, and Priya was at the center of it, her body a willing vessel, eager for whatever this wild, reckless moment would bring.
 
Priya met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet his, her body an eager, open channel for his desire. Her hands were everywhere, clawing at his back, gripping his ass, pulling him deeper, harder, faster. 

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[srinivasulu]

Awesome Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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Priya was no longer just imagining Ravi; she was channeling him. She was the woman from the bookstore, the woman who took what she wanted, unapologetically sexual and in control of her own needs.
 
A new orgasm began to coil deep inside her, a tension so tight, so intense, that it felt like it could snap at any moment.
 
Amit’s pace was punishing, his cock pounding into her, hitting that magical spot deep inside with every thrust. He was grunting with effort, his face a mask of concentration and ecstasy, but Priya's focus was elsewhere.
 
Her eyes locked with his, and for a moment, she saw the love there, undeniable, unwavering, the devotion that was the foundation of their life.
 
But that truth was fleeting, replaced by the aching desire to be dominated, to be consumed in a way that only Ravi had made her feel.
 
A flicker of guilt tried to rise, but it was swept away by the rising tide of lust. She was giving Amit the most passionate sex of his life, was it really so wrong that her mind was wandering?
 
She reached up and pulled his face down to hers, kissing him brutally, her teeth scbanging his lip, her tongue dueling with his.
 
It was a kiss of possession, of power, a kiss that said, You are mine tonight, body and soul, even if my mind is elsewhere. Her body was his, but her heart, her thoughts, were still caught in the fantasy of Ravi.
 
Amit broke the kiss, his head thrown back as a guttural groan tore from his throat.
 
His rhythm increased, desperate now, each thrust deeper, more forceful, until finally, he drove into her one last time, his body shuddering as he found his release.
 
The feeling of his hot seed pulsing inside her was the final trigger.
 
It was a jarring, overwhelming sensation, but it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a transition, like there was something more, something she was still chasing.
 
Her second orgasm exploded through her, a violent, all-consuming fire that burned away every thought, every sensation.
 
She screamed Ravi’s name, but in the secret confines of her mind, she was screaming Ravi’s. It was raw. It was primal. And it was everything she hadn’t allowed herself to feel until now.
 
They collapsed together, a tangled, sweaty heap of limbs.
 
The room fell silent, the only sound their slowing heartbeats and the distant hum of the city outside.
 
Amit’s weight was a comforting pressure on top of her, his body still joined with hers in the aftermath, but Priya wasn’t fully present.
 
She was still floating in the haze of her own desires, the guilt a fleeting shadow in the back of her mind.
 
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
 
Priya stared at the ceiling, her body humming with a profound and deeply satisfying exhaustion.
 
The moonlight had shifted, now illuminating the foot of the bed. The silver stripe on the wall was gone, replaced by a new reality.
 
Her body was still trembling, but her mind was lost in the haze of the memory of Ravi.
 
The hunger for him was still there, hidden beneath the surface, threatening to rise again.

-- oOo --

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[prasannas2001]

Shailu...
There are simply no words to fully capture how much I appreciate your incredible talent and writing style. You are a breath of fresh air in the world of erotic storytelling, and your work has breathed new life into these forums. If there were an equivalent of an Oscar for erotic literature, you would undoubtedly be sweeping every category... Best New Writer, Best Story, Best Direction... you name it, you'd have it all.

While there are many talented and well known writers here, the level of respect and admiration they have for you is undeniable, and I wholeheartedly agree with them. I think what sets you apart is not only your skill, but the unique flair you bring to every scene and interaction. When I first started reading the latest storyline between Priya and Ravi, I’ll admit I was a bit apprehensive. The idea of them having a scene with Priya’s husband in the room felt like it could be a stretch. But you, as the brilliant writer that you are, managed to pull it off with such finesse that it not only felt natural but incredibly sensual. That’s a rare skill... taking something potentially uncomfortable and turning it into something beautiful and arousing.

Your ability to weave together the smallest details... the play of light and shadow, the rich colors, the subtle emotional nuances, the heat in every touch is absolutely unparalleled. Every word you choose, every sentence you craft, immerses me as a reader in a world of vivid sensations. It’s not just eroticism, it’s art!!

As a reader and a fan, I find myself eagerly awaiting each new update, checking in multiple times a day, hoping that the next chapter of this wonderful journey is ready to devour. Your stories captivate, excite, and leave us hungry for more. Thank you, truly, for sharing your remarkable talent with us. Your daily updates are the highlight of my day, and I can’t wait to see where you take us next in this incredible narrative.

That's absolutely true. I agree with you 100%

[prasannas2001]

The Drive Home – Part 1
 
The perfect blind spot.
 
Amit couldn’t see her except for a small part of her face in the rearview mirror, and Ravi couldn’t resist the opportunity the tight space offered him. .

This is a perfect setup. I love it

[shailu4ever]

The Night She Couldn’t Forgive Herself
 

Priya lay motionless in the dark, her body still faintly trembling, still echoing with sensations she did not want to remember, still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but her mind was a storm.
 
The room was quiet, too quiet, broken only by the soft, rhythmic sound of Amit’s breathing beside her. His chest rose and fell steadily, peacefully, as if the world had not shifted beneath her feet just moments ago.
 
His arm rested around her waist, familiar and warm, a gesture that had once made her feel safe. Tonight, it felt like a weight she did not deserve to carry.
 
Her eyes remained open, fixed on the darkness above, unblinking. Her body had found release, but her soul felt heavier than ever. The warmth between her thighs faded slowly, replaced by a hollow ache that spread through her chest and settled deep in her stomach.
 
“What have I done?”
 
The question echoed inside her, sharp and relentless.
 
She tried to focus on Amit, on the man beside her, on the husband who loved her, who trusted her without question.
 
She listened to his breathing, counted it, clung to it, hoping it would anchor her. He had no idea. He was asleep, content, believing everything between them was as it should be.
 
That thought alone made her throat tighten.
 
Guilt rose in her chest like poison, thick and suffocating. It crawled upward, burning her throat, making it hard to breathe.
 
“How could I let this happen?”
“How could I betray him like this?”
 
Her mind refused to stay still. It dragged her backward, replaying moments she wished she could erase.
 
The movie theater.
 
The dim lights. The closeness. Ravi sitting beside her.
 
The accidental brush of fingers.
The pause that followed.
The way her breath had caught when he didn’t pull away.
 
She squeezed her eyes shut, but it only made the images clearer.
 
“I should have moved.”
“I should have stopped him.”
 
But she hadn’t.

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[shailu4ever]

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His touch had been tentative at first, almost innocent, but it lingered just long enough to ask a question her body answered before her mind could intervene.
 
When his hand rested at her waist, steady and sure, something inside her had stirred. A heat she hadn’t felt in a long time.
 
And that frightened her.
 
“Why didn’t I pull away?”
“Why did my body respond?”
 
She turned her face slightly toward Amit, watching him sleep. His expression was relaxed, unguarded.
 
This was the man who had stood by her through everything. The man who had loved her patiently, consistently, without conditions.
 
And yet,
 
Her chest tightened painfully.
 
“I love him.”
“I love my husband.”
 
She told herself that again and again, as if repetition could undo what had already been done.
 
Her thoughts drifted further, against her will.
 
The car.
The quiet.
Ravi’s presence beside her.
 
The brief kiss.
 
So small. So quick.
 
And yet, it had lingered inside her far longer than it should have.
 
A sharp realization struck her then, sending a fresh wave of nausea through her.
 
Amit had been there.
Nearby.
Close enough.
 
If she had protested loudly…
If she had pushed Ravi away too forcefully…
If she had made a scene…
 
Amit would have noticed.
 
He would have asked questions.
 
And she hadn’t wanted that.
 
The truth settled heavily in her chest, undeniable and ugly.
 
“I didn’t stop it because I didn’t want to.”
 
The admission shattered something inside her.
 
Her lips trembled.
 
“I wanted him to kiss me.”
“I wanted him to touch me.”
“I wanted to feel wanted.”
 
The words felt filthy in her mind.
 
Shame wrapped around her heart like barbed wire, tightening with every breath.
 
She felt split in two, one part of her clinging desperately to the woman she had always been, the other slipping into someone she barely recognized.
 
She loved Amit.
 
She had chosen him.
 
She had promised him everything.
 
So why, why, couldn’t she push Ravi out of her thoughts?
 
Her body betrayed her again as memories surfaced uninvited. 

The way Ravi’s presence had awakened something dormant inside her. 

The way her imagination had filled in gaps she never should have allowed.

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[shailu4ever]

Awesome Shailu

Hi Srinivasulu

Thank you very much for your compliments. Your “Awesome” genuinely made my day, encouragement like this really motivates me to keep going and bring more updates your way.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

That's absolutely true. I agree with you 100%

Hi Prasanna

Thank you very much for your compliments. That means a lot to me. 

Your encouragement truly keeps me motivated to write and post more updates.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

This is a perfect setup. I love it

Hi Prasanna

Thank you very much for your compliments. That means a lot to me. I am glad that you liked the drive back home in the car.  

Your encouragement truly keeps me motivated to write and post more updates.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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When Amit had touched her tonight, when his kisses had deepened, when his need had found her,
 
She swallowed hard.
 
“I wasn’t thinking of him.”
“I was thinking of Ravi.”
 
The realization crushed her.
 
Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the darkness above. She stared at the ceiling, but it dissolved into shadows as the first tear slipped free, trailing silently down her temple and into her hair.
 
Then another.
 
And another.
 
She didn’t make a sound. She didn’t dare. Amit was right there, his arm still around her, his body warm against hers.
 
She pressed her lips together, trapping a sob in her chest as tears continued to fall, soaking into the pillow beneath her head.
 
“This is wrong.”
“Everything about this is wrong.”
 
Her shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly.
 
She felt like she was drowning.
 
Drowning in guilt.
Drowning in desire.
Drowning in the knowledge that she had crossed a line she could never truly uncross.
 
She had never meant for this to happen. Never imagined herself here, lying beside her sleeping husband while another man occupied her thoughts so completely.
 
“What kind of woman does that make me?”
 
The question tore through her, merciless.
 
Had Ravi taken advantage of her?
 
The thought surfaced, fragile and uncertain.
 
There were moments that felt that way, moments where she wondered if he had read her silences too well, if he had pushed knowing she wouldn’t resist.
 
But deeper still, darker and more terrifying, was the truth she couldn’t escape.
 
“I let him.”
 
She had allowed it.
 
She had wanted it.
 
And that knowledge hurt more than anything else.
 
Her tears fell faster now, unchecked, her face pressed into the pillow as her body shook with silent sobs. She felt like a stranger in her own life, like she had woken up inside someone else’s skin.
 
She loved Amit.
 
She truly did.
 
But there was no denying it anymore, a part of her desired Ravi, and that part terrified her.
 
The betrayal felt layered and endless.
 
Betrayal of Amit.
Betrayal of her vows.
Betrayal of the woman she believed herself to be.
 
“Why am I doing this to him?”
 
The question repeated in her mind like a cruel chant.

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[srinivasulu]

Once again you nailed it Shailu. Showing true feeling of a woman.
Thanks for wonderful updates
-Srini

[shailu4ever]

Once again you nailed it Shailu. Showing true feeling of a woman.
Thanks for wonderful updates
-Srini

Hi Srini

Thank you so much for your compliments.

I’m really glad the story connected with you and that the emotions felt true. That means a lot to me as a writer.

Thank you for reading and for taking the time to share your feedback, it truly encourages me to keep writing.

More updates coming soon 

I truly appreciate your continued support. 

-- Shailu