Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Ravi smiled softly, his lips brushing the top of her hand, the kiss gentle but full of promise.


“I won’t rush you,” he whispered, his voice low, like velvet against her skin. “Take your time, I’m here with you.”

Sirisha’s hand slowly slid from his wrist, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against his skin. 

She nodded, her eyes glistening with a mixture of anticipation and shy vulnerability.

The look in her eyes was both a plea and a surrender, as if she wanted this but was still unsure how far she was ready to go.


Ravi’s heart raced as he gently slid the crop top upward again, this time with her body’s quiet permission. 

She didn’t stop him, but he could feel the way her body tensed with each movement. 

Sirisha’s breath hitched, a soft, shaky sound escaping her lips as the fabric slid over her smooth skin. Her body tightened, as though each inch revealed was a delicate unveiling of something precious and deeply personal.

She didn’t look at him. Instead, her gaze was fixed on his hands, her eyes tracing the slow, deliberate movement of his fingers as he pulled away the layers. 

Each inch revealed more of her, but it was as if she were still unsure, still testing how much of herself she was ready to share.

“I’ve seen Bhabhi… completely,” Ravi whispered, his voice thick with desire, low and full of promise. “Let me see you, Sirisha.”

His words lingered between them, like a soft caress. 

He continued to pull the fabric upward, inch by inch, his fingertips brushing against the soft curve of her waist. 

The touch was tender, reverent, but it held an undeniable heat, a building pressure that made her breath catch in her chest.

With every inch, he could sense her body tighten, her muscles clenching, holding herself back as if unsure of what would come next. But there was a soft surrender, too, a yielding in the way her body moved with his hands, even as her chest rose and fell more rapidly.

“I won’t rush, Sirisha,” he murmured again, his voice soft but insistent. “This moment is yours as much as it is mine. We’ll go as slow as you need.”

She closed her eyes for a brief second, her chest trembling with each breath, the hesitation still clear in the way her body reacted. But her soft exhale told him all he needed to know.

“Can I see you, Sirisha?” he asked again, his voice a whisper, barely audible, as he pulled the fabric higher. “Just like I saw Neetu Bhabhi?”

“I don’t know, Bhayya…” Sirisha whispered, her voice a breathless tremble, full of need but layered with shyness. “Maybe… But I feel shy…”

Her words were soft, almost lost in the air between them.

She was giving him permission, but it was still wrapped in uncertainty, a quiet hesitation that lingered in her tone. 

There was a palpable vulnerability in the way she spoke, as if she were unsure how much of herself she could give him.

The words left her lips, but they felt like an invitation to explore the depths of her shyness and her desire, both parts of her fighting for control. She bit her lip, the tension in her body betraying her inner conflict.

Ravi smiled softly, the heat between them growing, his hands gentle but firm as he lifted the crop top higher.

Slowly, carefully, he exposed the top of her bra, the lace peeking from beneath the fabric like an intimate secret. The delicate softness of it took his breath away, and his heart raced as he saw the outline of her bra, the way it clung to her curves so perfectly, emphasizing the soft swell of her breasts beneath it.

His breath caught in his throat. 

The sight of her, even partially exposed, felt like a slow unraveling of something beautiful, something delicate that only he could touch.

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