Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Amit’s fingers traced the curve of her hip, a familiar path, but her body refused to let go of memory. Ravi’s hands had held her differently—firm, demanding, making her feel alive in a way that unsettled her now.
 
Her mind was a battlefield. Was it possible to love two men? “No, that's absurd. She loved Amit—he was her husband. But Ravi... Ravi awakened something in her. Something new, something raw.”
 
The taste of Ravi’s kiss, so urgent and unrestrained, still lingered on her lips, despite the sweetness of Amit’s careful affection.
 
His hands were tender, yes, but there was something desperate in the way Ravi had touched her—a heat, a fire that made her feel... uncontained.
 
Amit’s touch was steady, his kiss lingering, but her body couldn’t forget Ravi’s fierceness. The way he’d kissed her with a hunger that had made her forget herself entirely. Ravi's hands had claimed her, as though he had always known where to touch to make her lose control.
 
Amit shifted, his body pressing against hers, his hand sliding down her back, but the warmth of his touch felt like a distant echo. The memory of Ravi’s grasp—tight, possessive—burned in her mind like a brand.
 
Why was it so hard to let go? Her body should have been responding fully to Amit, should have been lost in the rhythm of their shared intimacy. But instead, she felt torn, pulled in two directions. Amit, with his steady love, and Ravi, with his wild, untamed passion.
 
Amit took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, and Priya’s back arched involuntarily.
 
Amit’s hand slid lower, tracing the curve of her butt, his fingertips brushing over the sensitive skin above her thigh, but Priya’s thoughts were somewhere else, with Ravi’s hands gripping her, exploring her with a hunger that had made her feel like something more than just a wife.
Ravi had made her feel alive.
 
She wanted to focus, to ground herself in the warmth of Amit’s embrace, but the image of Ravi, his lips desperate against her skin, his hands holding her as though he couldn’t get enough of her, made it almost impossible. Ravi’s kiss, his touch, still burned beneath her skin.
 
She could feel Amit’s body pressing into hers, the heat building between them, but she couldn’t escape the memory of Ravi. The comparison was like a constant ache, pulling at her, reminding her of what she couldn’t have, what she shouldn’t want.
 

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