Adultery Wife with friend

[samanthasam]

That evening, after closing the shop, Ravi drove home to their modest two-bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood of Coimbatore. Priya was in the kitchen, stirring dal on the stove, her long hair tied back in a simple ponytail. She wore a plain cotton saree, the kind that hugged her full figure without trying too hard. At 28, she was the picture of innocence—soft-spoken, devoted to her husband, and content with their simple life. Sex for her was always gentle, just between them in the dark of their bedroom, nothing wild or adventurous.

Ravi walked in and kissed her cheek. 'Priya, Ram is coming over tonight. Just for dinner and chat. Okay?'

She smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. 'Sure, Ravi. I made extra rice. He’s your good friend from the shop.'

A knock came soon after. Ram arrived with a bottle of cheap whiskey, his usual grin in place. He hugged Ravi at the door and nodded politely to Priya. 'Akka, you look as beautiful as ever. Smells great in here.'

Priya blushed lightly, serving them plates of rice, dal, and vegetable curry. They ate at the small dining table, talking about work and the weather. Ram kept stealing glances at Priya, noticing how her saree dbangd over her ample breasts and the curve of her hips as she moved.

After dinner, Ravi poured small glasses of whiskey for himself and Ram. 'Priya, join us? Just a little sip.'

She shook her head, laughing softly. 'No, Ravi. You know I don’t drink. I’ll make tea.'

But Ravi insisted gently. 'Come on, akka,' Ram added with a wink. 'One small glass won’t hurt. It’s a special night.'

Priya hesitated, then sat down, taking a tiny sip that made her cough. 'Okay, just this once.' Her cheeks warmed from the alcohol, and she relaxed a bit, chatting about the neighbor’s new baby.

As the whiskey loosened their tongues, Ravi steered the talk. 'Priya, Ram was telling me today about these stories he reads. On Xossipy. You know, fun ones.'

Priya’s eyes widened. 'Stories? What kind?'

Ram chuckled, leaning back. 'Oh, nothing much. Just adventures. Couples trying new things. Makes life exciting, no?'

She fidgeted with her glass, innocent curiosity mixing with discomfort. 'New things? Like what?'

Ravi put his hand on her knee under the table, squeezing lightly. 'Like... sharing moments with friends. Close friends. It’s all in fun, Priya. Builds trust.'

Priya pulled her knee away slightly, frowning. 'Sharing? Ravi, what are you saying? I don’t understand. We’re married. I only... you know, with you.'

Ram nodded, playing it cool. 'Akka, don’t worry. It’s just talk. But you’re so pretty. Any man would be lucky to even hold your hand.'

She stood up abruptly, clearing the plates. 'I think I should wash these. It’s late.'

Ravi followed her to the kitchen, whispering. 'Priya, relax. Ram’s a good guy. Just imagine... him touching you a little. Kissing your neck. While I watch. It’d make me happy.'

Her face turned red, and she pushed him away gently. 'Ravi! No. I love you. I won’t let anyone else touch me like that. It’s wrong. Only you, always.'

He backed off, smiling to ease her. 'Okay, okay. Just thinking out loud. Come back, we’ll watch TV.'

They settled in the living room, Priya sandwiched between them on the worn sofa. The TV played some old Tamil movie, but no one paid attention. Ram’s arm brushed hers accidentally—or not—as he reached for the remote. She shifted away, but Ravi dbangd his arm over her shoulders, pulling her close.

'See, Priya? We’re all friends here,' Ravi murmured, his fingers tracing her arm.

Ram leaned in from the other side, his breath warm. 'Akka, your skin is so soft. Like silk.'

Priya froze, her heart pounding. 'Ram, please. Don’t say that.' But the whiskey made her head fuzzy, and she didn’t move right away.

Ravi kissed her temple. 'It’s okay. Let him compliment you. Feels good, right?'

She shook her head, standing up again. 'I’m going to bed. You two talk.' She hurried to the bedroom, closing the door firmly.

Ravi and Ram exchanged looks. 'She’s shy,' Ravi said. 'But we’ll take it slow. Tomorrow, maybe invite her for a walk or something. Build it up.'

Ram grinned. 'Yeah, anna. She’ll come around. Innocent like that, but I can see the spark.'