Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Neetu’s hand moved with aching slowness, fingers hovering at the center of Sirisha’s back. She bent closer, her lips grazing the shell of Sirisha’s ear. “Breathe, beta. Just breathe.”
 
Sirisha obeyed, drawing in a shaky breath that rattled through her chest. Her mind was a whirl of shame and thrill, fear and craving. She’s going to undo it… there’ll be nothing left… And yet, beneath the thought, a darker voice whispered: I want this. I want her to see me. Ravi Bhayya already did see me.  But I want him to see me along with Neetu Bhabhi.  This is giving her thrill and fear at the same time.
 
The clasp gave way with a soft click.
 
The sound rang like thunder in the silence of the room.
 
Sirisha froze, her body taut, as Neetu gently peeled the cups away, her fingers grazing the sides of her breasts before lifting the bra free.
 
The cool air kissed Sirisha’s bare breasts, and her arms instinctively twitched upward, but she stopped herself. She forced them down, trembling, her cheeks burning as she sat exposed before them.
 
Ravi’s breath left him in a rush, almost a groan.
 
The sight stole every word from his mouth.
 
His innocent and bubbly Sirisha, unveiled, her breasts rising and falling with uneven breaths, the glow of daylight painting her skin in gold.
 
It was the most breathtaking image of his life. She’s radiant… more than I ever dreamed…
 
Neetu let the bra slip from her fingers, dropping it onto the growing pile of discarded clothes.
 
Then, with a soft smile, she cupped Sirisha’s cheek, tilting her face upward. “See?” she murmured. “Perfect.”
 
Sirisha’s lips trembled. She felt raw, bared to the core, but the warmth in Neetu’s voice soothed her shame, transformed it into something else, something fierce and thrilling.
 
Her nipples stiffened under the weight of their gazes, a physical confession of her arousal she could not hide.
 
Ravi reached out without thinking, his hand brushing her arm, a silent reassurance.
 
His touch was trembling. He didn’t trust himself to speak, not yet.
 
The world seemed to still.
 
Sirisha’s breasts rose and fell with shallow breaths, the daylight caressing her bare skin, highlighting every curve, every delicate swell.
 
The cool air teased across her nipples, already stiff from anticipation, and she felt a flush burn her entire body.

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