Adultery Wife with friend

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Priya's grip tightened on Ram's arm, her nails digging in just enough to feel the muscle beneath his shirt. She could smell his cologne mixing with the faint scent of solder from the shop's back room, a heady contrast that made her head swim. Ravi's fingers inched higher, the pad of his thumb now grazing the underside of her breast, sending a jolt straight to her core. Her pussy throbbed, slick and needy, but she clamped her legs together harder, fighting the urge to grind against nothing.

Ram's eyes darkened as he watched her reaction, his thumb circling that exposed sliver of hip skin, dipping lower toward the curve of her ass. 'Akka, your skin's so soft here. Bet it's even softer where it counts—between those thighs you're squeezing.' His voice was rough, laced with hunger, and he leaned in closer, his free hand coming up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, his knuckles brushing her cheek.

She shivered, her breath hitching as Ravi's lips finally made contact—not a full kiss, but a soft press against the nape of her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her salt. 'You say you shouldn't, but your body's screaming yes, Priya. Feel how wet you're getting? Imagine Ram's mouth on your neck like this, sucking marks while I slide my hand into your blouse and pinch your nipples.' His words vibrated against her skin, painting the scene in her mind: Ram's teeth grazing her collarbone, Ravi's fingers rolling her hard peaks until she whimpered.

Priya's knees weakened, and she leaned back into Ravi's chest for support, her ass pressing against his growing bulge. The hardness there made her pulse race, a reminder of what she'd felt in their bed last night—Ravi thrusting deep, whispering about Ram joining them. 'Stop... talking like that,' she managed, but it sounded feeble, her voice thick with the arousal she couldn't hide. Her hand slipped from Ram's arm to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under her palm.

Ram caught her hand, guiding it down to rest on his belt buckle, not pushing further but letting her feel the heat emanating from his crotch. 'Touch if you want, Priya. Or let me touch you first—lift that sari just a bit, let me stroke your inner thigh until you beg for my fingers on your clit.' He didn't move, waiting, his breath warm on her face as he stared into her eyes, challenging her resolve.

From the shop's dim corners, memories of earlier days flickered in Priya's mind—the movie night where the screen showed a man devouring a woman's breast, Ram's thigh solid against hers, the unwelcome heat building despite her protests. And the balcony, Ravi's hands on her waist, Ram's gaze lingering too long. It all led here, to this charged moment amid the clutter of wires and gadgets. Ravi's hand finally cupped her breast fully, squeezing gently through the blouse, his thumb circling her nipple without mercy. 'Admit it turns you on, jaan. Us both wanting you, touching you like this.'

A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stifle it, her body arching into his palm. Ram took the cue, his hand sliding around to cup her ass cheek, kneading the flesh firmly. 'Good girl. Feel that? We're just getting started. Next time, we'll have you bent over this counter, skirt up, while we take turns licking your pussy.' His promise hung in the air, explicit and raw, making her clit ache with need.

Priya's eyes darted to the shop door, the bell silent, but the risk only fueled the fire. She pulled Ravi's hand away from her breast, but held it against her stomach instead, her other hand still on Ram's belt. 'Not... here. Not yet.' The words were a surrender wrapped in delay, her body humming with the promise of more. The men exchanged a knowing glance over her shoulder, their seduction weaving tighter around her, pulling her deeper into the web of desire they'd spun.