Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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“Bhabhi… your… your touch… it’s…” Sirisha’s voice faltered, soft and trembling, betraying the heat pooling in her chest.
 
Neetu smiled gently, her hand sliding down Sirisha’s back, tracing slow, tender circles. “Shh… it’s okay, beta. You don’t have to explain. You’re safe here. Feel it, if you need to.” Her voice was velvet, low, intimately close, each word wrapping around Sirisha like a warm, reassuring cocoon.
 
Sirisha leaned into the press of Neetu’s body, her cheek still warm from the brush of lips, and whispered, “I… I’ve never felt… like this before.”
 
Neetu tilted her head, lips brushing lightly near Sirisha’s temple again, whispering softly, “It’s alright, beta… you’re not alone. You don’t need to be afraid of how you feel. This… this closeness, this warmth, it’s all safe here.”
 
Sirisha’s eyes fluttered closed, a trembling sigh escaping her lips. She melted into Neetu’s touch, body softening in the security of the embrace, the subtle erotic charge of skin against skin igniting a quiet, almost forbidden awareness. “So… I don’t have to feel ashamed? I don’t have to bury it?”
 
Neetu pulled back just slightly to meet her gaze, intensity in her eyes unwavering, magnetic. She brushed a stray lock of hair from Sirisha’s face, thumb lingering against her cheek.

The contact was soft, deliberate, electric. “Exactly, Sirisha. You can be honest here, fully and without fear. That’s the point of this circle. We hold each other up. We listen. We support. We don’t let judgment or fear come between us. This…” She leaned in, her breath mingling with Sirisha’s, almost imperceptibly, close enough to stir her pulse. “This is safe. And you belong here… completely.”
 
Ravi, standing close, let his hand rest warmly on Sirisha’s other shoulder, grounding her further. His voice was low, steady, resonant. “She’s right. I told Bhabhi everything, and she still accepts me. She accepts us. Whatever comes next, we face it as a team. Nothing you say, nothing that happens, will change that.”
 
Sirisha let out a long, shivering sigh, her body softening fully, surrendering to the dual warmth and protection of Neetu and Ravi’s presence. A genuine, fragile smile curved her lips, radiant and tentative, as if a heavy weight she had carried for days had finally dissolved.
 
For the first time since Priya Didi’s call, she felt safe, seen, and deeply desired in the intimacy of belonging. 

Not as someone flawed, not as someone who had erred, but as someone fully embraced in this unshakable circle of trust, the sensual, almost erotic closeness weaving silently between them, grounding and awakening in equal measure.
 
The room seemed smaller now, the air heavier yet sweeter, filled with warmth, tactile reassurance, and quiet, thrilling intimacy. Each subtle touch, the slide of a hand, a brush of hair, a shared breath, spoke volumes without words, letting trust, desire, and vulnerability coexist in the delicate, charged silence.

 
 

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