Adultery Wife with friend

[Pvzro]

Wow so super specially the armpits one woe

[Arunrhaja]

Super story nicely wrote
Keep writing

[samanthasam]

Thanks for your comments

[samanthasam]

Ram's lips inched higher along Priya's inner thigh, his breath ghosting over the damp fabric of her panties, close enough that she could feel the warmth seeping through. He paused there, nose brushing the edge of the sari's fold, inhaling deeply as if savoring her arousal. 'Akka, you're soaking through everything. That scent... it's driving me crazy,' he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. His hands gripped her knees, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, urging them apart a fraction more. Priya's legs trembled, parting just enough to give him access, her pussy throbbing with the need for more direct pressure.

Ravi shifted beneath her, his cock straining against her ass through their clothes, a hard ridge that made her squirm on his lap. He released her arm, letting it drop, but not before planting one last open-mouthed kiss on the slick skin of her armpit, his tongue darting out to lap at the fresh sheen of sweat. 'Good girl, lifting for us like that. Your body's honest, even if your words aren't.' His hand returned to her midriff, slipping fully under the blouse now, fingers splaying across her bare stomach. They dipped lower, tracing the waistband of her petticoat, teasing the sensitive skin just above her pubic bone without venturing further.

Priya's head lolled against Ravi's shoulder, her eyes half-lidded as Ram's mouth pressed a firm kiss to the inside of her thigh, teeth grazing lightly before soothing with his tongue. The sensation rippled up her spine, making her clit pulse insistently. 'Ram... higher, but not... oh god,' she breathed, her hand flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands—not pushing away, but holding him there, conflicted pull warring within her. The storeroom's confines amplified every sound: the wet smack of his lips on her skin, her ragged breaths, the faint rustle of fabric as Ravi's free hand worked the sari higher, bunching it around her hips.

'Not what, Priya? Not too much? Or not enough?' Ravi whispered, his lips brushing her earlobe before nipping it sharply. He palmed her breast again, this time pushing the blouse aside to cup it directly over the bra, feeling the lace rasp against her hardened nipple. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger, tugging just enough to elicit a sharp gasp from her. 'Tell Ram what you want. He wants to hear you beg for his mouth on your pussy lips, tasting how wet we make you.'

Ram lifted his head slightly, eyes dark with hunger as he watched her face contort in pleasure-pain. His fingers hooked into the petticoat string, loosening it incrementally, the fabric slacking around her waist. 'Say it, akka. Let me lick that dripping slit while Ravi pinches your tits raw.' He leaned in again, but instead of her thigh, his cheek rested against the sari-covered mound, the pressure indirect but maddening, his stubble scbanging through the layers.

Priya's hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against his face for a split second before she caught herself, cheeks burning. 'I... I don't know. It's too fast,' she whimpered, but her body arched toward Ram, seeking more. The arm she'd lifted earlier now dbangd over Ravi's neck, pulling him closer as his tongue traced her jawline, down to the pulse point in her throat, sucking lightly to mark her skin.

Ravi's hand on her stomach ventured bolder, fingers slipping under the petticoat's edge to brush the damp edge of her panties. He didn't penetrate, just stroked the outer lips through the thin cotton, feeling them swell under his touch. 'Feel that? Your pussy's begging for fingers, for cocks. Imagine Ram's tongue flicking your clit while I finger-fuck you deep.' His other hand abandoned her breast to join the first, both now teasing her core's entrance, circling without entering, building the ache to unbearable levels.

Ram rose slightly on his knees, his mouth finding her exposed armpit this time—Ravi had lifted her arm again, guiding it up to bare the hollow. Ram's tongue delved in, lapping broadly from the side of her breast to the crease, tasting the mix of sweat and arousal that had gathered there. 'So sensitive here, akka. Makes your whole body light up,' he groaned, his free hand sliding up her other thigh, mirroring Ravi's touches but from the front, fingertips grazing her clit through panties in tandem.

Priya cried out softly, the dual assault on her armpit and pussy sending sparks through her nerves. Her thighs quivered, spreading wider as the stool creaked under their weight. The air thickened with their combined scents—musk, sweat, desire—her panties now a sodden mess clinging to her folds. 'Please... touch me properly,' she finally whispered, the words tumbling out unbidden, her resistance cracking under the relentless teasing.

Ravi chuckled darkly, his fingers pressing harder against her slit, outlining it fully. 'Properly? Like this?' He rubbed in slow circles, the friction making her hips roll into his hand. Ram pulled back from her armpit, lips glistening, and captured her mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue plunging deep as his fingers joined Ravi's, two sets now stroking her through the fabric, alternating pressures that had her moaning into his mouth.

The seduction coiled tighter, no release in sight, just endless layers of touch and whispered filth, drawing her deeper into their grasp. Priya's body surrendered inch by inch, the storeroom a cocoon of building ecstasy, the outside world a distant memory.

[Pvzro]

Beautiful very sexy keep writing 

Fantastic story

[eagerseeker]

great job, very captivating.

[opheliyaa]

superbbb

[DuraiBabu]

WoW! Nice, please continue. Keep the heat going!!

[samanthasam]

Ram broke the kiss, his tongue lingering on Priya's lower lip before pulling back, a string of saliva connecting them briefly. He watched her eyes flutter open, dazed and glassy with lust. 'That's it, akka. Taste yourself on me? No, not yet—but soon.' His fingers pressed firmer against her panties, dipping into the soaked crease, outlining her swollen folds without breaching the barrier. The cotton clung transparently now, molded to her shape, and he traced the seam up to her clit, circling it with deliberate slowness that made her thighs clamp around his wrist instinctively.

Ravi's mouth found her neck again, sucking harder this time, teeth scbanging the tender skin as his fingers mirrored Ram's from behind. He hooked one digit under the panty edge, grazing the bare outer labia, feeling the slick heat directly for the first time. 'Fuck, Priya, you're dripping down your thighs. This pussy wants to be spread open, doesn't it? Ram's gonna lap it all up while I hold you down.' His cock throbbed against her ass, the friction of her subtle shifts grinding her cheeks along its length, but he kept his hips still, letting her movements betray her need.

Priya's breath hitched, a low whine escaping as the dual strokes intensified, their fingertips syncing in a rhythm that had her hips rolling forward into Ram's hand, backward into Ravi's. The stool wobbled slightly under the motion, but Ravi's arm around her waist steadied them. 'Ravi... Ram... we shouldn't be in here like this. The shop—' Her protest dissolved into a gasp when Ram's free hand slid up her side, pushing the blouse higher to expose more of her midriff, his palm flat against the warm skin.

'Forget the shop. No one's coming back here,' Ram growled, his mouth descending to her collarbone, licking a path toward the hollow of her throat. He nipped there, then lower, his lips brushing the swell of her breast above the bra. But instead of going for the obvious, he detoured, lifting her arm once more with gentle insistence. 'Arm up, akka. Let me taste that sweet spot again. It makes you clench so tight around our fingers.' Priya complied without thinking, her elbow bending as she raised it, baring the damp crease of her armpit to the dim light.

Ravi took the opportunity, his nose nuzzling into the exposed area first, inhaling the musky tang before his tongue followed, flat and broad, stroking from the edge of her ribcage upward. The sensation was electric, a shiver racing down her spine straight to her core, making her pussy flutter against their teasing digits. 'Mmm, salty and perfect. Your armpits get so sensitive when you're aroused—look how it makes your nipples poke through that bra.' He sucked lightly on the tender skin, his teeth grazing without biting, while his fingers below delved a fraction deeper under the panties, the tip of one brushing her entrance but not entering, just collecting her wetness to slick the touch.

Ram joined in, his mouth watering at the sight. He leaned across her body, tongue darting out to lap at the other armpit—Ravi had guided her other arm up now, both hollows exposed like offerings. Ram's licks were hungrier, swirling in circles that had Priya arching her back, pressing her breasts forward. 'God, akka, this skin... so soft, so responsive. Every flick here echoes right to your clit, doesn't it?' His hand abandoned her thigh to pinch her nipple through the bra, twisting it sharply to punctuate his words, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.

Priya's body betrayed her fully now, legs splaying wider on Ravi's lap, her panties tugged aside just enough for their fingers to glide along her bare slit. No penetration yet, but the direct contact—Ravi's thumb on her perineum, Ram's on her clit—sent jolts of pleasure radiating outward. Sweat beaded on her skin, mixing with the saliva they left on her armpits, the combined assault overwhelming her senses. 'Oh... it's too much. I feel like I'm going to... please, don't stop,' she moaned, her hands clutching at their shoulders, nails digging in as the tension coiled low in her belly.

Ravi pulled his mouth from her armpit with a wet pop, lips shiny, and captured her earlobe between his teeth. 'Don't stop? Good. We're just getting started. Imagine when we finally slide inside—Ram's cock stretching your pussy while I claim your ass.' His words painted vivid pictures, his fingers pressing harder against her hole, the muscle yielding slightly under the pressure but not allowing entry. Ram's tongue delved deeper into the armpit opposite, sucking the flesh as if it were her most intimate spot, his free hand kneading her breast, pushing the bra cup down to expose one dark nipple to the air.

He latched onto it immediately, sucking hard while his fingers rubbed her clit in tight, fast circles. Priya's hips bucked wildly, the storeroom echoing with her whimpers and the slick sounds of their touches. The armpit play continued intermittently—licks and kisses alternating with the core stimulation—keeping her on the edge, body trembling, pussy clenching around nothing as the anticipation built to a fever pitch. Release hovered just out of reach, the men's control absolute, drawing out every quiver, every plea, until she was lost in the haze of their dominance.

Priya's pleas grew more desperate, her voice a husky whisper that echoed off the cluttered shelves. 'Please... I need... more,' she gasped, her hips grinding against their hands in a rhythm she couldn't control. Ravi's fingers circled her entrance teasingly, the tip dipping just inside the slick opening before withdrawing, coated in her arousal. He brought it to his lips, sucking it clean with a deliberate slurp that made her cheeks burn. 'Taste so fucking good, Priya. Ram, you gotta try this.'

Ram's eyes darkened with hunger as he withdrew his fingers from her clit, strings of her wetness stretching between them. He leaned in, capturing Ravi's offered digit between his lips, tongue swirling around it while maintaining eye contact with Priya. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her pussy throbbing emptily. 'Mmm, akka, you're like honey. Sweet and addictive.' His free hand trailed back down, but instead of returning to her core, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her thighs inch by inch. The fabric peeled away from her soaked skin, exposing her fully to the cool air of the storeroom.

Ravi shifted beneath her, his cock straining against his pants as he helped Ram slide the panties off completely, bunching them at her ankles. Now bare, her pussy lips glistened, swollen and parted slightly from the earlier attention. Ram's gaze locked there, his breath hot against her inner thigh as he knelt between her legs, spreading them wider with firm hands. 'Look at that pretty pussy, all pink and wet for us. But not yet—first, let's make you beg properly.' He blew a stream of air directly onto her clit, watching it twitch in response, then licked a slow stripe up her inner thigh, stopping just short of her folds.

From behind, Ravi's hands roamed upward, pushing her blouse and bra higher until her breasts spilled free, heavy and flushed. He cupped them roughly, thumbs flicking the hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them until she arched into his touch. 'These tits are begging to be sucked, aren't they? Ram, come here—share with me.' But Ram shook his head, his mouth ghosting over her thigh, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. 'In a minute. I want to hear her whine first.' He nuzzled closer, his nose brushing her outer labia, inhaling deeply. 'Smells like pure sex, akka. Your arousal is driving me crazy.'

Priya's arms trembled as she held them up, the armpit exposure leaving her feeling utterly vulnerable. Ravi noticed, his mouth returning to one hollow, tongue lapping at the damp skin in long, languid strokes. The dual sensations—his licks there and Ram's proximity below—had her squirming, her pussy clenching visibly. 'Ravi... that spot... it makes everything feel so intense,' she moaned, her free hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer even as shame flickered in her eyes.

Encouraged, Ravi sucked harder on the tender crease, his teeth nibbling lightly while one hand descended to part her ass cheeks, a finger circling her tight rear entrance without pressure. 'Yeah? Your armpits are like a direct line to your holes. Lick here, and your pussy and ass both pulse for us.' Ram mirrored the armpit attention on the other side, rising slightly to drag his tongue across it while his fingers traced feather-light patterns along her pussy lips, spreading them open to expose her clit fully. He flicked it once with his thumb, then twice, each touch sending sparks up her spine.

Her body was a live wire now, every nerve alight. Legs quivering, she pressed her thighs against Ram's shoulders, urging him closer, but he resisted, content to tease the edges—dipping a finger into her entrance shallowly, then pulling out to rub the wetness along her perineum. 'Tell us what you want, Priya. Say it—beg for our tongues on your pussy, our fingers deeper.' Ravi's words were hot against her ear, his cock nudging insistently between her cheeks as he rocked subtly.

'I... I want your mouths... everywhere. Lick me, please... make me cum,' she finally whimpered, the admission breaking free as her resistance shattered under the onslaught. Ram grinned wickedly, lowering his head at last, his tongue extending to lap flat against her clit in one broad stroke. The contact was electric, her hips jerking forward as pleasure exploded outward. Ravi joined the feast from behind, his fingers spreading her wider for Ram while his mouth returned to her armpit, sucking and licking in time with Ram's tongue.

Ram's licks grew bolder, circling her clit before delving lower to trace her folds, tasting every inch without fully penetrating. He sucked her clit gently between his lips, humming vibrations against it, while two fingers pressed at her entrance, sliding in just the first knuckle before retreating. Priya's moans filled the room, her body undulating between them—forward into Ram's mouth, backward onto Ravi's lap. Sweat slicked her skin, her armpits glistening from their attentions, the combined stimulation pushing her relentlessly toward the brink.

But they held her there, slowing whenever her breaths quickened too much, drawing out the torment. Ravi's hand replaced Ram's briefly, fingering her shallowly while Ram stood to kiss her deeply, sharing her taste on his tongue. 'Soon, akka. We'll fill you up—but first, let's see how many times we can make you shake without letting you tip over.' The promise hung heavy, their touches relentless, her surrender complete in the dim confines of the storeroom.

[samanthasam]

Ram's tongue danced along the edges of Priya's folds, tracing the slick contours without delving deeper, each pass sending jolts through her core. He alternated between broad laps that coated his chin in her juices and quick flicks against her swollen clit, keeping her teetering on the edge. From behind, Ravi's fingers kneaded her ass cheeks, spreading them occasionally to expose her puckered hole to the air, his breath warm against her neck as he murmured, 'Feel that, Priya? Your body's opening up for us, begging without words.'

She whimpered, her arms still raised high, the position making her armpits a constant target. Ravi's mouth latched onto one again, sucking the salty skin with wet, smacking sounds that mingled with Ram's slurps below. The dual assault had her thighs trembling, muscles clenching as she fought the urge to lower her arms and grab them both. 'Don't stop... gods, it's too much,' she panted, her voice breaking on a sob of pleasure.

Ram pulled back slightly, his lips glistening as he looked up at her, eyes gleaming with mischief. 'Too much? We're just getting started, akka. Your pussy's dripping onto the floor—want me to clean it up with my tongue?' He demonstrated by leaning in to suckle her inner labia, drawing one between his teeth gently, tugging until she gasped. His fingers joined the play, two of them sliding along her slit, parting the wetness to circle her entrance without pushing inside. The teasing pressure built an ache deep within her, her hips bucking involuntarily for more.

Ravi chuckled darkly, his free hand snaking around to pinch her nipple harder, twisting it until she arched. 'Look at her, Ram—tits heaving, armpits slick from our mouths. She's ours to play with.' He switched to her other armpit, tongue probing the sensitive fold, lapping up the fresh sheen of sweat mixed with her arousal's scent. The ticklish yet erotic sensation made her squirm, her pussy clenching around nothing as Ram's fingers dipped just inside her, coating themselves before withdrawing to smear the slickness over her clit.

Priya's mind reeled, fragments of resistance surfacing only to drown in the flood of sensation. 'Ravi... we shouldn't... but it feels...' Her words trailed off into a moan as Ram's thumb pressed firmly on her clit, rubbing in slow circles while his tongue returned to her thigh, biting the soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark. The pain mingled with pleasure, sharpening everything. She felt exposed, vulnerable in the cramped space, boxes pressing against her back, the air thick with their combined musk.

Encouraged by her sounds, Ram rose to his knees, his face level with her breasts now. He captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking deeply while his hand continued its torment below, fingers tracing her perineum toward her ass. 'These nipples are so hard, akka—like little peaks begging to be climbed.' He grazed his teeth over the bud, then soothed it with his tongue, all while watching her face contort in ecstasy. Ravi mirrored him from the side, his mouth leaving her armpit to claim the other breast, both men feasting on her chest as their hands roamed lower.

Ravi's fingers joined Ram's at her core, one slipping alongside to rub her clit while Ram focused on her entrance, the two digits pressing together at her opening, stretching the rim slightly before pulling back. 'Imagine what it'll feel like when we both fill you,' Ravi whispered, his cock throbbing against her backside, the fabric barrier a frustrating tease. Priya's body responded with a gush of wetness, her pussy fluttering at the thought, even as her mind whispered warnings.

She lowered her arms finally, unable to hold them up any longer, wrapping one around Ravi's neck and the other tangling in Ram's hair, pulling them closer. 'More... touch me deeper,' she begged, the words slipping out unbidden. Ram obliged by sliding one finger fully inside her, the intrusion slow and deliberate, curling to stroke her inner walls. He pumped it lazily, adding a second when she clenched around the first, his thumb never leaving her clit.

Ravi's hand ventured to her armpit again, fingers tracing the damp hollow while his mouth sucked bruises into her shoulder. 'That's it, let go. Your armpits are so sensitive—every lick makes your pussy tighten.' He proved it by dipping his head to swipe his tongue there once more, the action syncing with Ram's thrusts, building a rhythm that had her keening. The storeroom seemed to shrink around them, the world narrowing to their hands, mouths, and her quivering form.

But they eased off just as her breaths hitched toward climax, Ram withdrawing his fingers with a wet pop, bringing them to her lips. 'Taste yourself, Priya. See how ready you are.' She parted her mouth hesitantly, tongue darting out to lick the offered digits, the tangy flavor exploding on her taste buds. Ravi watched, his own hand replacing Ram's to circle her empty pussy, keeping the fire stoked without letting it blaze.

'Not yet,' Ram said, standing to press his body against her front, his erection grinding against her belly through his pants. 'We want you desperate, akka—shaking for our cocks.' He kissed her then, deep and possessive, tongue invading her mouth as Ravi's fingers teased her from behind. Priya melted into it, her body a vessel for their desires, the anticipation coiling tighter with every denied release.