Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Tenderly, he let his palm rest on her shoulder, thumb brushing gently in slow, grounding circles. The heat of his touch was immediately felt, a soft current connecting him to both women.
 
Neetu’s eyes sparkled, a quiet, approving smile curling her lips. 

She shifted slightly, leaning back just enough to invite Ravi in, letting him feel the warmth between them without overwhelming the delicate intimacy. Sirisha’s small gasp of pleasure at his touch made his pulse surge, an intoxicating mixture of relief, desire, and admiration flooding him.
 
With measured care, Ravi leaned closer, placing a tentative kiss just above Sirisha’s collarbone, near her neck.

Her head tilted back slightly, lips parting in a soft exhale, the subtle shiver that ran through her spine sending a thrill up his chest. Neetu’s hand traced his arm, guiding him, reinforcing that this closeness was safe, wanted, and cherished.
 
Sirisha’s fingers found his hair, threading through it lightly, pulling him gently closer. His lips moved slowly, brushing hers in a soft, exploratory kiss, different from before, deeper, more knowing, aware of the energy between all three.
 
Sirisha let out a small, shaky sigh against his mouth, her body melting into the tenderness of it. Ravi’s lips lingered, moving slowly, carefully, a kiss that was more comfort than passion, but deep enough to stir something inside her, a reminder that she was wanted, accepted, cherished.
 
The warmth of Neetu at her back, the steady grounding touch of Ravi in front, enveloped her in a triangle of trust, intimacy, and desire that was breathtaking in its depth.
 
Ravi lifted his gaze briefly, eyes meeting Neetu’s. The shared understanding and silent encouragement reflected there sent another ripple through him. Slowly, deliberately, he let his hand glide down Sirisha’s arm, resting near hers, fingertips brushing her skin lightly, a caress that was electric yet reassuring.
 
Neetu leaned in, lips grazing the side of Sirisha’s neck, and the synchronized warmth of both women pressed against him, anchoring him in the moment, making him feel part of something sacred, sensuous, and infinitely human.
 
The kisses grew longer, more confident, yet remained tender, deliberate, and consensual. Sirisha’s chest rose and fell unevenly, breath mingling with both of theirs. She felt cherished, desired, safe yet exhilarated, her heart expanding in the intimacy of the threefold connection. Neetu’s hands traced subtle patterns along her back and shoulders, Ravi’s fingers lingered along her arm, and in the gentle pressure and warmth of their touches, she surrendered fully to the moment, free from guilt, free from fear, fully present in the triangle of trust and desire.
 
Ravi’s lips left a soft trail down her neck, brushing her collarbone, while his eyes remained locked on Neetu’s, silently asking permission, silently communicating his reverence and admiration. Neetu’s soft hum of approval, the gentle press of her lips against Sirisha’s temple, encouraged him further. He felt alive in a way he hadn’t in months, the mix of lust, respect, awe, and love coursing through him in waves.

 
As their breaths mingled, the three of them slowly sank into the shared embrace, bodies leaning together, touches lingering, hearts beating in a quiet, synchronized rhythm. The world outside ceased to exist, the room, the warmth, the intimacy, the trust, and the soft erotic hum of desire wrapped them in a cocoon of human connection.

 
Ravi realized, with each passing heartbeat, that this moment was more than physical, it was emotional, sacred, and profoundly grounding, a shared experience none of them would ever forget.
 
Sirisha, caught between the two anchors of her trust and desire, let herself melt into them, eyes closed, lips trembling with the soft shivers of pleasure and comfort. Neetu, guiding and savoring, let her own heart soar with the beauty of their connection, thrilled by the intimacy and the tenderness of this first shared kiss.
 
And Ravi, watching, feeling, and slowly joining, drank in the sight of two sets of beautiful lips merging, the rhythm of breaths and sighs, the vulnerability and trust made visible, a vision of desire, care, and belonging that left him both breathless and reverent.

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