Adultery Priya Didi

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The faint brush of Neetu’s lips against hers made her stomach tighten, her chest flutter, a delicious tension spreading through her in a way that was new, bewildering, and intoxicating.
 
Sirisha’s mind raced, torn between the memory of Ravi’s lips, familiar, comforting, protective, and the intoxicating novelty of Neetu’s touch, soft, patient, authoritative in the gentlest way.
 
It made her feel like she was standing between two worlds of desire and affection, each so different, each so necessary, yet somehow forming a triangle of warmth, trust, and longing that enveloped her entirely.
 
She wanted to gasp, to cry, to laugh with relief, but all she could do was melt into Neetu’s embrace, letting the kiss wash over her like sunlight, gentle yet awakening.
 
Her fingers clutched at Neetu’s arms, memorizing the subtle warmth, the soft weight, the delicious pull of closeness that made her knees weak.
 
She realized she was not only desired, but cherished, every hesitation, every guilt-laden thought dissolving under the quiet intensity of Neetu’s attention.
 
The softness of the lips, the warmth of the hands, the steadiness of the heart behind them, it all pressed into her, rooting her in a moment that felt eternally hers, and yet shared with the ones she loved.
 
 
For Neetu, the sensation was just as startling. She had not planned to kiss Sirisha, yet the moment her lips touched the younger woman’s, a wave of emotions crashed over her. She felt her pulse racing, her body tingling with an awareness that was at once frightening and exhilarating.
 
It was softer than anything she had shared with Ravi, fragile, delicate, as though Sirisha might break if she pressed too hard. And that fragility drew her in even closer. Neetu realized she was kissing not out of desire alone, but out of a fierce tenderness that surprised her.
 
She wanted to protect Sirisha, to soothe her guilt, to show her that she was safe here. And yet, beneath the tenderness, a dangerous warmth stirred, something that made her lips linger, her breath quicken, her heart stumble against her ribs.

The kiss lingered, stretching into long, suspended seconds. It wasn’t hungry, but it carried weight, a quiet mixture of comfort and intimacy, of reassurance and something deeper they both felt but did not name.
 
Neetu’s heart raced; she had been wanting for this, but never thought it will be this beautiful, it felt natural, necessary, a fire that is melting her, a way of showing Sirisha she was truly wanted here.

Sirisha, caught between nerves and relief, felt her guilt dissolving under the warmth of Neetu’s lips. She wasn’t being judged; she was being held, embraced, kissed with care that carried no blame. For the first time since the turmoil began, she felt light.