Adultery Wife with friend

[samanthasam]

The next morning, Ravi woke up with Priya curled against him, her breathing steady and soft. He kissed her forehead, his mind already racing with plans. Last night's attempt had been a start—her blushes, the way she'd hesitated before pulling away. She was innocent, yes, but curiosity lingered in her eyes. He needed to nurture that, make her feel safe while the thrill built.

At breakfast, Priya served idlis and chutney, her saree from yesterday still on, a bit wrinkled. 'Ravi, about last night... Ram's visit was nice, but your talk was strange. Don't say those things again.'

He nodded, squeezing her hand. 'Sorry, Priya. Just joking. Ram's coming to the shop today. Maybe you can drop by with lunch? He likes your cooking.'

She smiled faintly. 'Okay, if you want.'

The shop buzzed with midday customers, fans whirring against the Coimbatore heat. Ram arrived around noon, helping Ravi stock shelves. 'Anna, how's akka? She seemed tense last night.'

Ravi grinned. 'Shy, that's all. We'll ease her in. See her today?'

Just then, Priya entered, carrying a tiffin box tied in a cloth. Her simple salwar kameez clung lightly to her curves from the walk, dupatta dbangd modestly. 'Hi, Ram. I brought sambar rice.'

Ram's eyes lit up. 'Akka! Perfect timing. Sit, sit.' He pulled a stool near the counter for her.

She perched on it, opening the box. The three shared the meal, rice steaming in the humid air. Ram sat close, his knee brushing hers under the counter as he reached for a spoon. 'This is delicious, akka. You have magic hands.'

Priya shifted slightly, but didn't move away. 'Thank you. It's just home food.'

Ravi watched, heart pounding. 'Priya, Ram was saying how lonely it gets without family here. You make him feel welcome, no?'

She nodded politely, spooning rice. 'Of course. Friends are family.'

After eating, customers slowed. Ram offered to show Priya some new gadgets—a small radio, a fan. He stood behind her as she examined the radio, his hand grazing her waist to adjust her hold. 'Like this, akka. Turn the dial.'

She stiffened, glancing at Ravi. 'Ram, careful.' But her voice was soft, not angry.

Ravi stepped in, smiling. 'It's fine, Priya. He's just helping. Feels nice to have friends close, right?' He placed his hand on her shoulder, thumb rubbing gently.

Priya set the radio down, cheeks pink. 'I should go home. Chores.' She gathered the empty tiffin and left quickly, but not before Ram called, 'Come again soon, akka!'

That evening, back home, Priya chopped vegetables while Ravi lounged nearby. 'You seemed comfortable at the shop today. Ram likes you a lot.'

She paused, knife hovering. 'He's polite. But his touch... it was odd.'

Ravi moved behind her, arms around her waist, lips to her ear. 'Odd how? Did it tingle? Imagine if he did more. Just a hug. While I hold you.' His hands slid up, cupping her breasts lightly through the fabric.

Priya gasped, dropping the knife. 'Ravi, stop. I don't want that. Only us.' She turned, pushing his chest, but her eyes darted away, conflicted.

He kissed her neck. 'Think about it. Makes our nights hotter. No one else knows.'

She pulled free, stirring the pot. 'No. It's sin. I love you too much for that.'

Later, as they lay in bed, Ravi's hand wandered between her legs, fingers teasing her folds until she moaned softly. 'Priya, picture Ram watching us. Or touching you here.'

She arched, whispering, 'No... Ravi...' But her hips bucked, body betraying a flicker of heat.

The following day, Ravi invited Ram for tea at home again. Priya protested mildly but agreed, serving chai in the living room. This time, she wore a fresh saree, the blouse a bit tighter around her chest.

Ram complimented her openly. 'Akka, that color suits you. Makes your eyes shine.'

She sat across from them, sipping tea. 'Thank you.'

Ravi suggested a game—something innocent, like antakshari, the singing game. They played, voices filling the room. During a round, Ram moved to her side of the sofa to 'hear better,' his thigh pressing against hers.

Priya sang a line, then stopped, aware of the contact. 'Ram, space.'

He smiled. 'Sorry, akka. Your voice is sweet. Like you.'

Ravi joined in, his arm around her. 'See? Fun together.' As the game went on, Ravi's hand rested on her thigh, inching up slowly under the saree pallu. Ram mirrored on the other side, fingers brushing her knee.

Priya's breath hitched. 'What are you doing?' She tried to stand, but Ravi held her gently.

'Just relaxing, Priya. Feels good, doesn't it? Warm hands on you.'

She froze, torn between pulling away and the strange warmth spreading. 'This isn't right. Stop.' Her voice wavered, but she didn't shove them off immediately.

Ram leaned closer, voice low. 'Akka, you're tense. Let us help. A small massage?'

Priya shook her head, standing finally. 'No. I need air.' She went to the balcony, heart racing.

Ravi followed, hugging her from behind. 'You're curious, aren't you? It's okay. We'll go slow.'

She leaned back into him slightly. 'Ravi... it's confusing. I don't want to hurt you.'

'This won't hurt. It'll bring us closer.' He kissed her shoulder, leaving her to ponder as Ram watched from inside, eyes hungry.