Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Neetu turned to her at once, cupping her face between warm palms. “You’re safe here, beta. You belong.” Her voice was hushed but sure, carrying both love and quiet authority.
 
She leaned forward, pressing her lips to Sirisha’s tender lips in a warm, lingering kiss.
 
This time it was deeper, filled with more desire. The softness of it sent Sirisha’s breath fluttering. Her eyes fell closed, and a tiny sigh slipped free as the last tension in her body began to melt away.
 
A slow, spreading warmth unfurled in her chest, calming her racing thoughts, quieting every fear.
 
Ravi followed, leaning forward to brush his lips gently over Sirisha’s smooth, wet lips. He could feel the wetness left by Neetu’s kiss, the slight warmth of it still lingering.
 
The kiss was warm, more comfort than hunger, yet still charged with an intimacy that left her trembling. His hand stayed firm on her shoulder, anchoring her as though to say: you are held, you are wanted, you are here with us.
 
Sirisha exhaled softly into the kiss, her body surrendering fully to the warmth of the circle, the rare sensation of being cherished on every side.
 
Neetu’s hand moved slowly on Sirisha’s head, slightly pressing her closer towards Ravi’s face.
 
Time seemed to slow. The three of them remained together, foreheads nearly touching, lips brushing now and then, hands resting lightly on shoulders, arms, cheeks. The air grew charged, humming with restrained sensuality. It was not urgent; it was a quiet fire, burning steady, fed by tenderness and unspoken desire. Each breath carried the intimacy deeper, threading them together in ways that words could not touch.
 
Neetu broke the silence first, her lips brushing Ravi’s temple, then Sirisha’s cheek, as she whispered: “Step by step… together. Nothing felt here is wrong. We care for each other. Always.”
 
Her words wrapped around them like a vow. 

Sirisha’s lips curved into a serene smile, her pulse finally steadying, her heart fluttering with relief and a new, gentle pleasure. Ravi breathed deeply, his chest rising with a release that sounded like freedom, while Neetu’s eyes softened with a protective glow.

In that suspended moment, the three of them felt anchored, bound by trust, affection, and a restrained yet undeniable sensuality.
 
They stayed like that for long minutes, breaths entwined, warmth flowing through the fragile circle they had made. Eventually, Neetu leaned back, allowing them to ease into their places, Ravi and Neetu on the couch, Sirisha still close on the floor. The energy had shifted. The tension had drained away, leaving intimacy behind, delicate, safe, glowing like the earth after rain.
 
Ravi let out a shaky laugh, his voice breaking the quiet. “I… I feel lighter. Somehow… this all feels… right.”
 
Neetu brushed his shoulder with her hand, smiling softly. “It is right. We’re okay. We’re together, and that’s what matters.”
 
Sirisha lifted her gaze to both of them, her expression unburdened at last. “Thank you… Bhabhi, Ravi… for this.”
 

And so, for the first time, all three allowed themselves simply to be, close, safe, trusted, and tenderly, beautifully entwined.

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