Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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As though he had stumbled into a sacred place, a secret world he had no right to see, and yet was being invited into all the same. Watching them, he felt not the shame of betrayal but the tremor of belonging, this was his circle too, and it was bigger, deeper, more beautiful than he had ever dared to dream.
 
And in that quiet, charged moment, Ravi realized the depth of the circle he belonged to, the intensity of love, care, and longing intertwining between them. It wasn’t just erotic, it was sacred, grounding, and exhilarating, and he knew that this vision, this connection, would imprint itself in him forever.
 
 
 
When Neetu finally pulled back, she didn’t retreat far. Her forehead pressed gently to Sirisha’s, her hands still cradling her cheeks. Her voice came soft, her lips brushing against Sirisha’s as she spoke:
 
“Everything is fine, beta. You don’t have to hide your feelings. You will never be judged here. Not by me. Not by Ravi. This circle, it belongs to you as much as it belongs to us.”
 
Sirisha’s lips curved into a trembling smile, her chest rising with a deep, shaky breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her body humming with a warmth that was more than comfort, it was release, acceptance, belonging.
 
And as Ravi’s hand rested reassuringly on her shoulder, grounding her further, she felt it, the circle was whole, and she was finally, truly part of it.
 
Neetu’s lips lingered on Sirisha’s lips for a moment longer before she finally pulled back, her forehead resting softly against hers.
 
She cupped her face with both hands, her thumbs stroking slow circles along Sirisha’s jaw. “Everything is fine, beta,” she whispered, her breath warm and steady. “You don’t have to hide your feelings. You will never be judged here. Not by me, not by Ravi. This circle, it belongs to you as much as it belongs to us.”
 
Sirisha’s lips trembled into a fragile smile, her eyes glistening as she let out a shaky breath. For a moment, she just stayed there, soaking in the warmth, the affirmation, the truth of Neetu’s words. She leaned in once more, brushing her lips lightly against Neetu’s in a softer, briefer kiss, grateful, unguarded, free.
 
Ravi’s chest rose and fell unevenly, the warmth in his body mirroring the heat radiating from Sirisha and Neetu. He knew he could no longer remain a mere observer, his heart, his desire, his need to connect was too strong.
 
Yet he approached with care, letting patience and respect guide each step. Every movement, every breath, was deliberate, conscious of the trust and intimacy that had been painstakingly built.

Slowly, he reached out, his hand hovering above Sirisha’s shoulder, a silent question in his eyes. Sirisha’s gaze lifted, meeting his, uncertainty and anticipation mingling there. A tiny nod, a breathless sigh, gave him the subtle permission he craved.

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