Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Neetu’s hands never left her. They were steady, sure, like a quiet grounding force at her back. Her lips brushed softly against Sirisha’s ear as she whispered, her breath warm and soothing against her skin:
 
“Yes… that’s it. Don’t hold back. Let it happen. You’re safe here, in our circle. You belong with us. Always.”
 
Sirisha’s body shuddered at the words, her chest rising and falling in soft gasps. She leaned back into Neetu’s embrace, feeling her warmth behind her, feeling Ravi’s body pressing close in front.
 
For the first time, she felt desired on both sides, not just wanted, but needed, her body no longer a burden but a thing of beauty.
 
Ravi pulled back slightly, their breath uneven, as he searched Sirisha’s eyes. His thumb traced the curve of her cheek, tender, almost protective.
 
“Sirisha… I needed this,” he whispered. “We all needed this. Each of us… together.”
 
Neetu’s lips trailed gently up the curve of Sirisha’s neck, slow, deliberate, as though savoring each moment. Her kiss, tender yet possessive, only deepened the intimacy between them.
 
Sirisha let out a soft, involuntary moan, her head tilting to the side as heat rushed through her body, pooling in her stomach.
 
She could feel the pulse of desire growing, but it was different this time, it was no longer rushed, no longer shameful.
 
It was shared, safe, and full of promise.
 
Neetu smiled against her skin. “Hear that, beta? Even now, he craves you. And I…” Her lips found Sirisha’s shoulder, pressing softly there before trailing upward again. “I want only to see you free… happy… unburdened.”
 
The three of them remained tangled in the moment, Ravi’s lips finding Sirisha’s again, deeper this time, more sure, as they both gave themselves to the kiss fully.
 
Neetu held them, her hands steady, her voice encouraging every response, every breath. The air around them grew thick with intimacy, with heat, with the undeniable pulse of desire.

Sirisha’s hands, once hesitant, now moved confidently, one gripping Ravi’s shirt at his chest, the other wrapping around Neetu’s wrist.
 
She anchored herself between them, feeling the warmth of their bodies, their touch, their closeness. For the first time, she no longer felt guilty for wanting it, no longer felt ashamed for wanting this.

The three of them lingered there, breaths mingling, lips tasting, touches reassuring. It was slow, it was tender, and it was deeply human. Not rushed, not urgent, but sensual in the most healing sense.
 
The circle of trust they had built wasn’t just a concept anymore, it was alive, tangible, embodied in their closeness, in the way they held each other, in the way they allowed desire to bloom without shame.
 
For the first time since the chaos began, Sirisha felt whole, cherished, desired, and safe.

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