Adultery Wife with friend

[samanthasam]

Priya clutched the vibrating keychain in her fist, its smooth surface warming against her palm as if it pulsed with her own quickening heartbeat. She glanced between Ravi and Ram, the two men flanking her like shadows she couldn't quite escape. The shop's front door was still unlocked, but the street outside seemed distant, muffled by the hum of the air conditioner and the weight of their stares.

Ravi's hand lingered on hers, his thumb now tracing lazy patterns up her wrist, sending tiny sparks along her skin. 'Feel that buzz in your hand, Priya? That's just the start. Imagine it against your thigh... or higher, when you're thinking of us both.' His voice dropped lower, intimate, as if sharing a secret meant only for her ears. She tried to pull away, but her feet stayed rooted, her body betraying the protest forming on her lips.

Ram stepped closer, his presence filling the narrow space behind the counter. He reached out, not touching her yet, but close enough that she felt the heat radiating from his chest. 'Akka, don't be shy. Ravi's right—you look like you need a little thrill. Let me show you how this thing works better.' He took the keychain from her grasp gently, his fingers brushing hers deliberately, lingering a second too long. Priya's breath caught, her nipples tightening under the thin fabric of her blouse as he flicked it on again, the vibration stronger this time, humming right in front of her.

She shook her head, whispering, 'Ram, no... this is the shop. Anyone could walk in.' But her eyes flicked to the device, then to his hand holding it, and she didn't step back. Ravi moved behind her, his chest pressing lightly against her back, his hands settling on her hips. He didn't squeeze, just rested them there, thumbs circling the soft skin above her sari's waistband. 'No one's coming in, jaan. Door's got the bell— we'd hear. Besides, this is our little secret spot. Relax into it.'

Ram held the keychain out, pressing it lightly against the back of her hand first, then sliding it up her arm, the vibration traveling like a current to her shoulder. Priya's lips parted, a soft exhale escaping as she felt it tease the edge of her collarbone. 'See? Feels good, doesn't it? Like a secret touch you can't ignore.' Ram's eyes locked on hers, dark and intent, as he let the device dip lower, grazing the swell of her breast through her blouse. She gasped, her hand flying up to stop him, but it landed on his wrist instead of pushing away fully.

Ravi's breath was hot on her neck now, his lips almost brushing her earlobe. 'That's it, Priya. Let him. Imagine his fingers instead, stroking your tits while I kiss your neck.' His words painted the picture vividly, and she felt a rush of warmth flood her core, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the thought. She squeezed her thighs tighter, the friction only heightening the ache building there. 'Ravi... please,' she murmured, but it came out more like a plea for more than a stop.

here in the shop, it felt more confined, more urgent. Ram turned off the device but didn't hand it back, instead slipping it into his pocket with a grin. 'Save that for later, akka. When you're home, alone, pressing it where it counts.' He leaned in, his hand now on her waist, mirroring Ravi's, their fingers almost meeting at her navel. Priya's stomach fluttered, her body arching slightly into the dual hold despite herself.

Ravi nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent. 'Tell us, Priya—does it make you wet, thinking about Ram's hands on you? Exploring your ass, your pussy, while I watch?' He didn't touch further, but his words were a caress, wrapping around her resolve. She bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, the shop spinning faintly. The heat between her legs grew insistent, her panties dampening as forbidden images flashed—Ram's thick fingers parting her folds, Ravi's cock hard against her thigh.

She opened her eyes, meeting Ram's gaze, then Ravi's, her voice barely above a whisper. 'I... I shouldn't want this.' But her hands stayed on their arms, gripping lightly, as if anchoring herself to the temptation. Ram's thumb dipped under her sari edge, just brushing her bare hip bone, while Ravi's hand slid up her side, stopping just below her breast. The anticipation coiled tighter, her body trembling on the brink, every nerve alight and begging for the next whisper, the next touch that would shatter her control.