Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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For Ravi, the sight was nothing less than a shockwave. He had leaned closer out of instinct, ready to steady Sirisha if she faltered, but instead he watched, wide-eyed, breath frozen, as Neetu’s lips pressed softly to Sirisha’s.
 
The world seemed to tilt. For a moment, his guilt about Priya Didi’s discovery roared back, hot and sharp in his chest. But then, just as quickly, it was drowned by something far stronger: wonder.
 
It wasn’t the raw hunger of an affair, nor the secret thrill of a forbidden touch. What Ravi witnessed between them was gentler, deeper, an intimacy so pure it stripped the room of every shadow.
 
Neetu’s tenderness, Sirisha’s trembling surrender… the beauty of it left him shaken. He had never seen anything so vulnerable, so achingly sensual.
 
His eyes locked on their mouths, the soft curve of two sets of beautiful lips, lips he had known and longed for in different ways, now melting into each other. The sight made his breath stutter, his chest tighten, as if he were watching two rivers flow together into one endless stream.
 
Neetu’s lips moved with quiet assurance, guiding, nurturing, while Sirisha’s trembled and then yielded, the smallest parting of her mouth carrying more weight than any words could.
 
Ravi felt his pulse hammer as he drank in the vision, the slow, unhurried joining of his two favorite women, an image so delicate yet so charged it branded itself into his memory.
 
The gentle movement of their mouths, the subtle tilt of Neetu’s lips as they traced Sirisha’s, the soft, yielding parting of Sirisha’s lips under Neetu’s care, the faint shiver that ran through her.
 
Every delicate press, every tiny tremor in their kiss, struck him like a physical pulse, stirring his own heat and longing while igniting an almost sacred awe. He felt lightheaded, drunk on the intimacy, and a slow, insistent thrum of desire coiled low in his stomach, his pulse echoing the rhythm of their breathing.
 

He couldn’t look away. The sight of Sirisha yielding into Neetu’s kiss, of Neetu cupping her face as if she were the most fragile, precious thing in the world, struck him with a force that unraveled his guilt.
 
The heaviness of being caught, the shame that Priya’s knowledge had pinned to him, all of it seemed small in comparison to this truth unfolding before his eyes: here was acceptance made flesh, desire without cruelty, closeness without fear.
 
Ravi’s breath came uneven, his chest rising in ragged pulls as he realized what this moment was doing to him. It wasn’t just arousal, though his body stirred with urgency he couldn’t deny. 

It was awe. Deep, reverent awe. 

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