Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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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.
 
“See?” Neetu said softly, tilting her head ever so slightly as if offering an unspoken invitation for Sirisha’s scrutiny. “Not so scary now, is it?”
 
Sirisha managed to offer a shy smile back, though she couldn't quite meet Neetu’s gaze directly yet.
 
The warmth that flooded through her at the sight of both their bare arms and shoulders, exposed in this intimate way, was both thrilling and overwhelming.
 
Her gaze drifted from Neetu’s delicate clavicle down to her softly rounded hips, the smooth curve accentuated by the dark lines of her bikini line, before finally settling on the slight dip beneath Neetu's navel, where Ravi's fingers lingered playfully, tracing patterns on her skin with his thumb.
 
Ravi followed her gaze for a moment, catching Sirisha’s shy look and offering a subtle smirk in response to Neetu's playful jab.
 
“Now it’s time for my turn,” he murmured, turning back towards the couch where he had discarded his own shirt earlier. He reached down to retrieve the garment, pulling it over his head with practiced ease and letting it fall carelessly beside him on the floor.
 
Sirisha watched, breathlessly, as he unbuttoned his jeans at the waist, the fabric pooling around his knees like a dark shadow in the firelight.
 
As the denim slid down his legs, revealing the smooth lines of his thighs and calves, Sirisha felt a sudden flush creep up her neck again.
 
It was both exciting and intimidating to see them all so vulnerable now, stripped down to their most basic essentials in this intimate circle of trust.
 
His dark eyes met hers once more as he pulled his jeans free, lingering for a moment on the way she seemed to be holding her breath in anticipation before finally letting out a soft sigh that was half-nervous, half-relieved.
 
“Better?” He asked gently, tilting his head in query, a teasing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
 
He shifted slightly on the couch cushions, settling back against the worn velvet as he pulled up his briefs, revealing lean legs and well-defined hips.
 
Sirisha’s gaze followed him instinctively, the curve of his stomach, the way his muscles tensed beneath the soft cotton fabric, before finally landing again on the faint dusting of hair that peeked out above his waistband.
 
She blinked rapidly as if trying to catch her breath, a blush deepening across her cheeks as she struggled to articulate what she felt, a strange mixture of awe and shy pleasure at this unexpected display.
 
Finally, she managed a small, breathless reply.
 
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire in the hearth. “Better.”
 
And for Sirisha, that felt like enough, for now.
 

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