Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Between Desire and Devotion
 

A soft chuckle rumbled deep in Ravi’s chest as he watched the delicate flush bloom across Sirisha’s cheeks, her gaze flickering nervously between him and Neetu.
 
He loved how utterly vulnerable she looked, yet how that very vulnerability seemed to radiate an unexpected beauty.

“Now it’s my turn,” he murmured with a teasing smile, reaching out to caress Neetu’s cheek.
His fingers traced the gentle curve of her jaw, pausing briefly at the corner of her lips before sliding down to rest at the small of her back.
 
Leaning in, he pressed his forehead against hers, brushed a kiss on the tip of her nose, and whispered softly in her ear,
“Let me take care of you now, Bhabhi.”
 
Neetu glanced over her shoulder at Sirisha, her eyes crinkling warmly at the corners.
 
She smiled knowingly, giving Sirisha’s hand a tender squeeze before turning back to Ravi. Tilting her chin slightly in welcome, she murmured with quiet amusement, “Go ahead, darling.”
Sirisha watched as Ravi’s hands glided over Neetu’s shoulders, coaxing the silk saree from its place.
 
The rich burgundy fabric shimmered in the firelight, flowing like molten ruby over Neetu’s graceful frame.
 
The lace border caught the glow as Neetu shifted beneath his touch, allowing his skilled fingers to unravel the intricate dbang at her waist.
 
With care, Ravi lifted the heavy fabric over Neetu’s head and dbangd it across her arm, tucking the end neatly between her hand and body.
 
The saree pooled around her like liquid silk, baring the elegant lines of her form.
 
Sirisha’s eyes lingered on the way Neetu’s blouse embraced her curves, the delicate swell of her breasts, the subtle dip of her waist, the graceful taper of her hips.
 
She had seen Neetu this way countless times in the rhythm of family life, but tonight it felt different, charged, intimate, impossible to look away from.
“Do you want to do the honors with Bhabhi’s lehenga… Sirisha?” Ravi asked, winking at her.
Sirisha nodded with a shy smile.
 
He guided her closer, placing her hands gently at Neetu’s waist.
 
Neetu shivered at the tentative touch of those soft fingers and, meeting Sirisha’s eyes, whispered, “How does it feel, beta?”
 
“I… I like it, Bhabhi. It’s so soft,” Sirisha murmured, her voice trembling with excitement as her palms lingered at Neetu’s waist.
 
Slowly, Sirisha reached for the thin cotton lining beneath, the lehenga, and unfastened the delicate knot at her waist.

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