Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Sirisha let her eyes flutter closed as well, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of Neetu’s chest against her cheek. Her pulse slowed, her breath evening out, a quiet hum of connection thrumming beneath her skin.
 
"Feel how close we are," Neetu murmured, her lips brushing against Sirisha’s temple. Her voice held an almost reverent edge, as though she were savoring the moment, imprinting it on her soul. "Our breaths mingle. Our bodies pressed together like petals of a single flower."
 
The delicate imagery sent a warm, flushed wave across Sirisha’s skin, and she couldn’t suppress the small, nervous laugh that bubbled up, a nervousness that quickly transformed into something more, something tender. She could feel her face heat under Neetu’s words, a soft blush creeping up her neck, even as Ravi’s fingers brushed against the back of her hand, gently intertwining their fingers.
 
The touch was light, almost teasing, but it stirred something deep within her, a subtle shift. His fingers slid lower, tracing the curve of her back with the barest touch. She shivered in response, her breath catching.
 
Ravi’s presence was steady, unwavering, but the heat building between them was undeniable. She had never been this close to either of them before, not quite like this. The mingling of their touches, the shared warmth, the way their bodies seemed to mold together naturally, it felt almost too much, in the best way possible.
 
Sirisha inhaled deeply, the scents of them, of everything, swirling together, filling her senses. The firelight danced across their skin, casting soft shadows, while the steady thrum of their hearts beat in unison, slow and steady, a harmonious rhythm that pulled her deeper into this moment.
 
Her own heart was racing now, faster than before. But there was no panic, only wonder. It was as though they had created a cocoon around her, a soft, safe space that held nothing but affection, nothing but warmth, nothing but the quiet pull of shared belonging.
 
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, but it carried all the weight of her feelings. She couldn’t look away from the way their bodies pressed together so effortlessly, so perfectly, like puzzle pieces finally finding their fit.
 
Neetu’s smile widened at her response, a knowing look passing between them. Without breaking the tender hold, Neetu slowly began to draw them both closer, her arms weaving around them until they were a tight, comforting circle, their bodies held in a gentle embrace that seemed to transcend words.
 
Sirisha felt the heat of Ravi’s chest against her back, felt the pulse of his hand resting possessively on her hip, while Neetu’s arms sheltered them, offering a soft cocoon of protection. Every inch of her body was pressed into theirs, the warmth of their skin a tangible thing, wrapping her in affection.
 
The world outside this intimate bubble seemed to fall away. There was no past, no future, just this present moment, so full of tenderness it felt like a quiet miracle. Sirisha closed her eyes again, letting herself be cradled between them, each heartbeat a reminder of how safe, how cherished, how utterly at home she felt in this circle of shared love.

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