Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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His lips trembled as he spoke, raw and tender. “I don’t want you to feel guilty anymore. You are wanted. You are safe, with us, always.”
 
Neetu’s lips curled into a soft smile at his words. She pressed a slow, lingering kiss against Sirisha’s temple, warm, nurturing, like a kiss shared between lovers who had seen each other through the darkest hours.
 
She didn’t pull away, her lips lingering there, before whispering again. “Go on, beta. Let him show you. Let him take away your fear.”
 
Ravi’s breath hitched as he leaned in, each movement slow, deliberate, as if asking for permission with every inch he closed between them.
 
His lips brushed against Sirisha’s cheek first, a whisper of warmth, testing, before finding the softness of her mouth.
 
Sirisha froze at the sensation, a soft gasp escaping her, the heat of his mouth stealing away her breath.
She pulled back, just a fraction, as though still uncertain, but Neetu’s hands never wavered. They slid gently down Sirisha’s spine, offering reassurance, pushing her softly toward Ravi.
 
An unspoken promise passed between Neetu and Sirisha, an affirmation that this was safe, that this was okay. There was no judgment here, no shame. Just the sweet, soothing touch of healing desire.
 
And then, Sirisha surrendered. Her mouth parted against his, not with the boldness of lust, but with the hunger of someone craving to feel something other than guilt, other than regret.
 
Ravi deepened the kiss, his lips gentle but insistent, slowly taking in the sweetness of her mouth, tasting the smoothness of her lips, the softness of her breath.
 
His hand slid down her arm, finding hers, their fingers intertwining with a tenderness that anchored them both in the shared vulnerability of the moment.
 
Sirisha’s chest pressed against his as she whimpered softly into the kiss, her body tingling in the heat of his touch. The guilt that had clung to her for so long seemed to dissolve in the quiet passion of his mouth against hers.
 
She kissed him back, slowly at first, then with increasing confidence, her lips now pressing against his with a deeper, more urgent need.
 
She had longed for this closeness, this connection, and now, as her hands gripped his chest, she could finally feel it, she was cherished. She was wanted.

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