Adultery Wife with friend

[samanthasam]

After some days The dim fluorescent lights of the electronics shop buzzed softly overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered shelves of wires, gadgets, and dusty circuit boards. Ravi leaned against the counter, his eyes fixed on Priya as she browsed the aisles, her fingers trailing lightly over a display of phone cases. She was oblivious to the way his gaze lingered on the curve of her hips, the subtle sway in her step that made his pulse quicken. Ram was in the back room, pretending to inventory stock, but Ravi knew better—his friend was listening, waiting for the signal to join in this delicate game they were weaving.

'Priya,' Ravi called out softly, his voice laced with that familiar warmth she always melted into. She turned, her dark hair falling over one shoulder, and smiled at him. 'Come here, look at this new gadget I got in. It's supposed to sync with your phone for... intimate reminders.' He held up a small vibrating keychain, innocuous to anyone else, but the way he said 'intimate' made her cheeks flush just a touch.

She approached, her sari brushing against her legs with each step, the fabric whispering promises of what lay beneath. 'What do you mean, intimate?' she asked, her voice curious but edged with that hesitation Ravi loved to exploit. He stepped closer, close enough that she could smell the faint spice of his cologne, and demonstrated the device with a subtle press of his thumb. It hummed to life in his palm, a low vibration that sent a shiver through the air between them.

'Imagine this,' he murmured, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned in, 'tied to your thoughts of us... or maybe someone else watching, waiting.' His words were careful, planting seeds without uprooting her reservations. Priya's eyes widened slightly, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch the device, but Ravi guided her fingers to it instead, letting the buzz transfer through her skin. She pulled back just a fraction, but not before he saw the way her lips parted, the quick intake of breath.

From the back, Ram emerged quietly, wiping his hands on a rag as if he'd just finished some mundane task. 'Everything alright up here?' he asked, his tone casual, but his eyes locked onto Priya with an intensity that made her shift uncomfortably—or was it excitement? Ravi caught it, the subtle dilation of her pupils, the way her chest rose a little faster.

'Just showing Priya this new toy,' Ravi replied, winking at his friend. Ram nodded, stepping behind the counter and positioning himself so he was in her line of sight, his broad shoulders filling the space. 'Looks useful. Priya, you should try it out properly. Ravi's always got the best ideas for... testing things.' Ram's voice was deeper, more gravelly, and he let his gaze drop briefly to the neckline of her blouse, where the edge of her blouse dipped just enough to hint at the swell beneath.

Priya swallowed, her fingers twisting the edge of her sari pallu, a nervous habit that only drew Ravi's attention to the soft skin of her midriff. 'I... I don't know,' she whispered, but her body betrayed her, leaning ever so slightly toward Ravi, toward the vibration still humming faintly in his hand. He turned it off but didn't put it away, instead slipping it into her palm, closing her fingers around it.

'Keep it,' he said, his thumb stroking the back of her hand in a slow circle. 'Think about what it could do when you're alone tonight. Or... when Ram and I are here, talking about how beautiful you look right now.' Ram chuckled low in his throat, adding, 'Yeah, Priya, you've got this glow. Makes a man wonder what it'd be like to see more of it.'

Her breath hitched, and she pressed her thighs together subtly, the heat building low in her belly as their words wrapped around her like invisible threads, pulling tighter. She wanted to protest, to laugh it off as their usual teasing, but the shop felt smaller now, the air thicker, charged with unspoken possibilities. Ravi watched her closely, seeing the conflict in her eyes—the desire warring with restraint—and he knew they were getting closer. Just a little more push, and she'd be teetering on the edge, unable to pull away.