Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The Second Draw
 

The room seemed to hum with a rhythm all its own, the faint sound of breath quickening, and the wet whisper of Sirisha’s mouth as it lingered against Neetu’s breast. 

The five minutes Ravi had set ticked by unnoticed, lost in the haze of warmth and sensation.
 
And then his voice cut through, low, steady, yet carrying an edge of restraint.
“Time’s up.”
 
The words fell like a gentle command, and yet to Sirisha they felt almost cruel.

Her lips tightened softly around the taut peak of Neetu Bhabhi’s nipple one last time before she pulled away, a thin strand of warmth breaking as she released Neetu’s breast.
 
Her mouth tingled, her tongue heavy with the taste of her Bhabhi’s skin.
 
She leaned back reluctantly, her eyes still fixed on the rise and fall of Neetu’s chest, where the nipple glistened brightly in the daylight, flushed from her attention.
 
Every fiber of her wanted to stay, to keep tasting, to keep exploring, but Ravi’s voice anchored her back to the rules of the game.
 
Neetu exhaled slowly, her breath shaky, a faint smile curving her lips. 

She could see the hesitation in Sirisha’s face, the hunger still burning there.


Leaning closer, she brushed a hand lightly across Sirisha’s arm, a gesture of reassurance, of encouragement. “Later, beta,” her eyes seemed to say.

There is still time, there is still more.
 
Ravi cleared his throat softly, as though steadying himself. He had been as captivated as either of them, his pulse still hammering at the sight of Sirisha’s lips against Neetu. 

But the rules mattered. The game mattered. 

It was the only thing keeping them all from tumbling headlong into something wild and unrestrained.
 
Neetu, still composed despite the flush in her cheeks and the quickness of her breath, reached for the small wooden bowl on the table. 

Her fingers dipped gracefully inside, rustling among the slips of folded paper.