Adultery Wife with friend

[samanthasam]

Ravi's chuckle rumbled low against Priya's ear, his breath hot as he nuzzled her neck, lips brushing the sensitive spot just below her earlobe. He kept his hand flat on her stomach, fingers splaying wide to feel the rapid rise and fall of her breaths. 'Not here, you say? But your hand's still on Ram's belt, jaan. Feels like you're deciding where.' His voice dipped, teasing, as he rocked his hips forward once, pressing his erection firmer against her ass, the friction making her gasp softly.

Ram's gaze locked onto hers, intense and unblinking, his fingers now tracing lazy circles on the small of her back, dipping just under the edge of her sari's waistband. The touch was light, almost innocent, but it sent sparks racing up her spine, her skin prickling with awareness. He leaned in, his lips hovering near her mouth, close enough that she could taste the mint on his breath. 'Akka, you're trembling. Is it fear... or want? Let me kiss you here—soft, just to see if your lips part for me like they do for Ravi.' He didn't close the distance, holding back, his hand sliding up to rest on her hip, thumb pressing into the dip where her blouse met her skirt.

Priya's heart hammered, her palm warm against the leather of Ram's belt, feeling the subtle shift of his muscles as he held still, waiting for her move. She could pull away—should pull away—but her body betrayed her, thighs clenching as a fresh wave of heat flooded her pussy, her panties dampening further. Memories crashed in: the movie night, Ram's leg against hers while the screen showed a woman on her knees, mouth wrapped around a thick cock; the balcony, his eyes devouring her curves; and last night's bed, Ravi's thrusts deep and relentless, his words painting Ram's hands on her breasts, squeezing until she arched and cried out.

She swallowed hard, her free hand clutching Ravi's wrist tighter, not to stop him but to ground herself. 'We... we should go home,' she whispered, but even she heard the lack of conviction, the way her voice cracked on the last word. Ravi's fingers flexed against her stomach, inching downward toward her navel, circling the exposed skin there. 'Home sounds good. But imagine the drive—Ram in the back with you, his hand on your thigh, sliding higher while I watch in the mirror. You'd spread your legs for him, wouldn't you? Let him finger your wet slit until you soak the seat.'

Ram's hand joined Ravi's at her hip, their fingers overlapping, a united front that made her pulse throb in her clit. He squeezed gently, pulling her closer to him, her chest brushing his. 'Or stay a bit longer, Priya. Let me unhook that blouse, just one hook, to feel your heartbeat under my palm. Bet your nipples are begging for a pinch right now.' His words were a caress, rough around the edges, and he dipped his head to trail his nose along her jawline, inhaling her scent—jasmine and arousal.

The shop felt smaller, the air thicker with their combined heat, shelves of gadgets forgotten witnesses to her unraveling. Priya's eyes fluttered shut for a second, her body leaning into both men, caught between them like a flame fanned by two winds. She shook her head, but it was weak, her hand finally slipping away from Ram's belt only to trail up his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. 'You're both... impossible.' A small laugh escaped her, breathless, as Ravi's lips found her shoulder, sucking lightly, marking her with a faint red bloom.

They didn't push harder—not yet—but the promise lingered, heavy and electric, as Ram's thumb stroked her hipbone, Ravi's hand pressing her back against his chest. The seduction coiled tighter, each touch a step closer to the edge, her resistance fraying thread by thread in the dim light of the electronics shop.