Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Ravi’s Turn to lose his dress
 

Ravi chuckled softly as he noticed the way Sirisha’s gaze lingered on Neetu, her breath hitching ever so slightly with each subtle shift of movement as he worked to free her from her outer layers.
 
“Don’t worry, beta,” Neetu murmured, her voice a balm against Sirisha's evident nervous energy.
 
She leaned forward, pressing a light kiss against Ravi’s cheek before turning back to face Sirisha, her lips curling into an easy, almost mischievous smile.
 
“You are safe here.” She paused for a beat, tilting her head ever so slightly, her gaze locking with Sirisha’s.
 
There was something in her eyes, that familiar knowing look, the kind that always seemed to see right through her carefully constructed walls. “Just as we are safe together.”
 
Ravi was already reaching back for Sirisha’s hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle, yet possessive hold.
 
He gave it a reassuring squeeze before turning his attention back to Neetu.
 
He took the fabric of her lehenga, still dbangd around her shoulders, and gently tugged it forward, allowing him to run his thumb along the smooth curve of her hipbone, adjusting its folds with practiced ease.
 
“My turn,” he murmured against her neck, sending a shiver through her with his warm breath. He knew Neetu loved being pampered by his touch, especially after a long day. “Let me take care of you now.”
 
Neetu laughed softly, the sound like wind chimes dancing in a summer breeze. She leaned into his hand as he continued to smooth the fabric down over her arms before gently easing it from her shoulders.
 
“Don’t rush, darling,” she teased, watching with amusement as Sirisha’s gaze followed every move Ravi made, how his fingers traced her curves, how they lingered on exposed skin, and then finally reached around to unfasten the clasp holding the delicate fabric in place at her back.
 
Sirisha felt her cheeks flush even deeper as Ravi lifted Neetu’s lehenga away from her body, revealing a glimpse of smooth, pale skin beneath.
 
The sight was startlingly beautiful, her Bhabhi’s skin seemed to glow with its own inner light, catching the firelight and sending dancing sparks across her limbs.
 
“Just like you,” Ravi murmured, his voice warm and husky as he reached for the fabric at Neetu's waist. He gently pulled it away from her body until both pieces pooled on the floor beside the discarded saree. “Always so radiant.”
 
Neetu turned to him with a soft smile and pressed a light kiss against his jaw in response before turning back towards Sirisha, catching her eye with a playful glint in hers.

.