Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The Third Round Begins



“Time’s up.”

 
Ravi’s voice broke the spell like a stone dropped into still water. The words were gentle, almost reluctant, yet final.
 
Sirisha froze, her lips still tingling, her breath still mingling with Neetu’s skin. Every fiber of her body screamed against stopping, but she knew she had to obey. With trembling hesitation, she drew back, releasing Neetu’s breast from her mouth. Her chest ached immediately, an ache of emptiness, of wanting more. 

Her tongue still remembered the taste, her palms still remembered the weight, her body still hummed with need. It felt wrong to stop, like waking from a dream before it was finished. Her heart raced, caught between shame and a molten longing she couldn’t name.
 
Neetu exhaled softly, her chest rising and falling as though she too was unwilling to let go. She cupped Sirisha’s cheek with a tender hand, her thumb stroking along her jawline. “You did so well, beta,” she murmured, her voice husky, still vibrating with desire. “I didn’t want it to end either.” Her gaze held warmth and something darker, a hunger restrained behind a veneer of calm.
 
Sirisha’s eyes shimmered with unspoken words. I want more. I don’t want to stop. Please don’t let it end here. But she swallowed them down, lowering her gaze, trembling as a flush spread across her chest and cheeks. She was acutely aware of Ravi’s presence, the weight of his gaze, the ache it stirred in her, making her chest feel impossibly tight.
 
Ravi sat very still, trying to steady his breathing. His chest ached with the beauty and tension of what he had just witnessed, Sirisha, innocent and trembling, tasting Neetu with such tentative hunger; Neetu, confident and tender, offering herself so freely. 

His pulse hadn’t slowed; if anything, it hammered harder now, because the air between the three of them had grown heavier, thicker, alive with unfinished need. 

His stomach knotted with guilt, fascination, and a strange, desperate anticipation.

Breaking the silence, Neetu finally leaned back, her eyes still glittering with fire. She straightened herself and reached toward the small bowl on the table. 

With a playful tilt of her lips, she asked softly, “Shall we see what comes next?” Her eyes met Ravi’s for a brief moment, a cunning smile flashing, proof that their plan to draw Sirisha in was working.

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