Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Circle of Love



"Come closer, my loves," Neetu murmured, her voice soft as silk, a whisper that seemed to melt into the crackling firelight. Her smile was radiant, glowing in the shadows cast by the flickering flames. "Let us feel each other."
 
Her hand stretched toward Sirisha, palm open, fingers curling with an inviting softness, as though calling her into a quiet, sacred space.
 
Then, Neetu turned her gaze to Ravi, who watched with a lazy grin that spoke of something far deeper than mere amusement.
 
He rose fluidly from the couch cushions, his movements smooth and deliberate, before bending down to scoop up Sirisha’s discarded crop top from the floor.
 
With a gentle, almost reverent gesture, he placed it beside her sandals at the edge of the rug, his touch lingering on the fabric for a moment as though grounding himself in the closeness of this shared moment. He stood again, eyes meeting Sirisha’s, and offered her a hand.
 
Sirisha took it without hesitation, her skin prickling where his warmth seeped into hers.
 
She rose, slow, feeling the weight of his hand steadying her, sending a ripple of warmth up her arm. But it wasn’t just his touch that pulled her in, it was the pull of something else, something quiet and undeniable, between them.
 
With a soft sigh, she stepped closer to Neetu, her body trembling with the vulnerability of surrendering herself into this delicate circle. She could feel the magnetic pull of both their presence, the space between them charged with something both unfamiliar and intoxicating.
 
Ravi followed behind her, his hand still wrapped around hers, guiding her to the space where they had settled. The softness of the cushions beneath them felt like a promise, a haven.
 
Neetu’s voice broke through her thoughts, a balm of affection. "Now," she whispered, drawing Sirisha against her chest, tilting her head just enough to press their foreheads together. The touch was gentle, intimate, a quiet gesture that felt like a sanctuary.
 
"Let us hold each other."
 
The words settled into the air like a sacred vow. Neetu’s arms, strong yet tender, folded around them both. She let out a slow, contented sigh, eyes fluttering closed as she nestled Sirisha deeper into the warmth of her embrace, as though trying to hold her closer than the world ever could.
 
For a heartbeat, Sirisha just breathed, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke from the hearth, the earthy undertones of sandalwood from Ravi’s skin, and the sweet coconut cream and jasmine that always clung to Neetu like a whispered promise of comfort. 

Her senses felt heightened, each inhale drawing the fragrances deeper into her bones, grounding her, calming the frantic flutter of her heart.
 
The touch of Ravi’s hand at her lower back was a quiet anchor, fingers splayed just above the curve of her butt, just above her panties. It was a soft pressure, possessive yet gentle, reminding her of the unity they were creating, something far more than the sum of their parts.

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