Adultery Wife with friend

[samanthasam]

The days blurred into a humid rhythm in Coimbatore, the sun baking the streets while Ravi's obsession simmered beneath the surface. Priya moved through her routines—sweeping the veranda, folding laundry—with a new quietness, her mind replaying the touches, the whispers. She loved Ravi deeply, her body responding only to him in the dark of night, but the confusion gnawed at her like an uninvited guest.

That afternoon, after the balcony moment, Ram left with a nod and a lingering glance at Priya. She busied herself in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes harder than necessary. Ravi approached from behind again, his hands on her hips, pulling her against his growing hardness. 'Priya, you felt it today. The spark. Admit it excites you a little.'

She rinsed a plate, water splashing. 'Ravi, no. It's wrong. Ram is your friend, but he's not... us.' Her voice trembled, but she didn't step away as his fingers traced her sides.

He ground slowly against her ass, voice husky. 'Imagine his hands here instead. Rougher than mine. While I watch you squirm.' His palm pressed flat on her stomach, dipping lower to rub over her mound through the saree.

Priya's breath caught, a soft whimper escaping. She gripped the sink edge, thighs clenching. 'Stop talking like that. I can't think.' But her body heated, pussy tingling from the friction.

He released her with a chuckle, kissing her cheek. 'Soon, you'll beg for it. Trust me.'

The next evening, Ravi planned another casual gathering. 'Ram's dropping by for movies. Nothing big. Wear that blue salwar—you look sexy in it.'

Priya hesitated in front of the mirror, adjusting the dupatta over her full breasts. 'Ravi, why him again? We can watch alone.'

He wrapped arms around her from the mirror's reflection. 'He's family now. It'll be fun.' His lips brushed her neck, making her shiver.

Ram arrived with a bottle of cheap whiskey and some DVDs—old Tamil films mixed with a hidden adult one Ravi had slipped him. They settled in the living room, fans oscillating lazily. Priya sat between them on the worn sofa, her knee inches from Ram's.

The first movie played, a family drama. Laughter filled the room at the dialogues. Halfway through, Ravi poured drinks. 'Priya, try a sip. Loosens you up.'

She took a small glass, the burn making her cough. 'Too strong.' But she sipped again, warmth spreading through her limbs.

Ram leaned in during a quiet scene, his shoulder touching hers. 'Akka, this part's boring. Want to switch?'

Priya nodded, eyes on the screen. As Ram reached for the remote on the table, his arm brushed her breast accidentally—or not. She jolted, crossing her arms. 'Watch where you're going.'

'Sorry, akka.' His eyes twinkled, hand lingering a second too long on the remote.

Ravi noticed, his cock twitching in his pants. He dbangd an arm over Priya's shoulders, pulling her closer. 'Relax. It's just a movie.' His fingers played with the end of her dupatta, exposing a sliver of her midriff.

The film ended, and Ravi popped in the next—supposedly another drama, but it quickly veered into steamy territory. A couple on screen kissed passionately, hands roaming. Priya's cheeks flushed, shifting uncomfortably. 'Ravi, change it. This isn't right.'

Ram chuckled softly. 'It's just acting, akka. Look how she moans when he touches her there.' He pointed vaguely, his thigh now pressed firmly against hers.

Priya's eyes widened at the screen, where the man sucked the woman's nipple, her back arching. A forbidden heat pooled between Priya's legs, her nipples hardening under the kameez. She squeezed her thighs together, whispering, 'Turn it off. Please.'

Ravi's hand slid down her arm, then to her thigh, squeezing gently. 'Watch a bit more. See how she enjoys it. Like you do with me.' His fingers inched higher, brushing the edge of her salwar waistband.

Ram mirrored on the other side, his hand resting on her knee, thumb circling slowly. 'Akka, your skin's so soft. Bet it feels even better higher up.'

Priya's heart hammered. She grabbed Ravi's hand, stopping it. 'No. This is too much.' But the alcohol dulled her resolve, and the on-screen woman's cries echoed her own suppressed urges. She didn't pull away from Ram's touch entirely, her body frozen in conflicted desire.

The scene escalated—the man thrusting into the woman, her legs wrapped around him. Priya averted her eyes, but Ravi turned her face gently. 'Look, Priya. Imagine that's you. Me fucking you while Ram strokes your tits.'

She gasped, a rush of wetness soaking her panties. 'Ravi... I can't.' Her voice was breathy, hips shifting involuntarily.

Ram's hand crept up her thigh, fingers grazing the fabric over her inner leg. 'Let me feel how wet you are, akka. Just a touch.'

Priya slapped his hand away lightly, standing on shaky legs. 'Enough! I'm going to bed.' She fled to the bedroom, slamming the door, but not before hearing Ravi murmur to Ram, 'She's close. Tomorrow, we push more.'

Alone, Priya stripped off her clothes, fingers trembling. She lay on the bed, hand slipping between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously. Images flashed—Ravi's cock in her, Ram's hands on her breasts. She came hard, biting her lip to stifle moans, guilt flooding her after.

Ravi entered later, sliding into bed naked. He pulled her close, his erection pressing against her ass. 'You liked it, didn't you? The movie. His hand.'

She turned, burying her face in his chest. 'It was wrong. But... my body reacted. I hate it.'

He rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs. His fingers found her still-slick pussy, sliding in easily. 'Good. That's the start.' He pumped slowly, thumb on her clit. 'Tell me what you pictured.'

Priya moaned, hips bucking. 'You... inside me. Him watching.' She came again, clinging to him.

The weekend brought rain, pattering against the tin roof. Ravi suggested a drive to a nearby temple, but detoured to a secluded park on the outskirts. Ram met them there, thermos of coffee in hand. 'Thought we'd picnic, anna.'

Priya, in a modest churidar, spread a mat under a banyan tree. The air was fresh, mist rising from the ground. They ate dosas she packed, chatting about village life.

As thunder rumbled, Ram scooted closer. 'Rain's coming. Huddle up, akka.' His arm went around her waist, pulling her against his side.

Priya tensed but stayed, the group warmth comforting. 'It's just a shower.'

Ravi watched, sipping coffee. Drops began falling, and he joined the huddle, sandwiching her between them. Rain soaked through clothes, her churidar clinging to her curves, outlining her bra and the dark patch between her legs.

Ram's hand rubbed her back, dipping lower to her ass cheek. 'Wet and cold. Need to warm you.' He squeezed gently.

Priya squirmed. 'Ram, stop.' But the rain masked her soft protest, and Ravi's hand joined, cupping her other cheek.

'Feels good in the rain, Priya. No one's watching.' Ravi's fingers kneaded, pressing her against Ram's thigh.

She felt Ram's hardness poke her hip, her own arousal building despite the chill. 'We should go home.' Her voice lacked conviction.

The rain intensified, forcing them under the thicker branches. In the dim light, Ram's lips brushed her ear. 'Akka, you're beautiful like this. Let me kiss your neck—just once.'

Before she could respond, he did, tongue flicking her skin. Priya gasped, pushing half-heartedly. 'No... Ravi, make him stop.'

Ravi kissed her mouth instead, deep and possessive. 'Let him. For me.' His hand slipped under her top, pinching her nipple.

Priya whimpered into the kiss, body arching as Ram sucked her neck, leaving a mark. Her pussy throbbed, aching for more, but she broke free. 'I can't. It's too fast.' Tears mixed with rain on her cheeks.

They drove home in silence, Priya in the back, legs pressed together. That night, Ravi fucked her roughly, describing Ram's cock entering her while he pounded her pussy. She came screaming, nails digging into his back, the fantasy taking root deeper.

Monday at the shop, Priya visited again, this time unprompted, carrying sweets for Diwali prep. Ram greeted her with a hug, longer than friendly, his groin brushing hers. 'Akka, you came! Missed you.'

She pulled back, blushing. 'Just sharing.' But she lingered, helping sort items.

Ravi locked the shop early, claiming a break. In the back room, amid boxes, he pulled Priya onto his lap on a stool. 'Show Ram how you kiss me.'

She shook her head. 'Here? No.'

Ram stepped closer, unbuckling his belt slightly. 'Please, akka. One kiss.'

The air thickened with tension. Priya's eyes flicked to the bulge in Ram's pants, curiosity winning a sliver. She leaned in hesitantly, lips brushing Ram's cheek—innocent, but a start.

Ravi groaned, hand between her legs, rubbing her through clothes. 'Good girl. Now his mouth.'

She hesitated, then pressed her lips to Ram's, soft and tentative. His tongue slipped in, tasting her, while Ravi fingered her clit over the fabric.

Priya moaned into the kiss, breaking it gasping. 'That's all. No more.' But her eyes were glazed, body humming.

As she left, legs wobbly, Ravi whispered to Ram, 'Next time, we taste her for real.'

The seduction coiled tighter, Priya's resistance cracking like dry earth under the relentless Tamil sun.