Adultery Wife with friend

[samanthasam]

Ravi's lips lingered on Priya's shoulder, his teeth grazing the fabric of her blouse before he pulled back slightly, his hand sliding up from her stomach to trace the curve of her side. He caught the faint lift of her arm as she shifted, trying to create space, and his eyes darkened at the glimpse of smooth skin under her arm—the soft hollow of her armpit, slightly damp from the shop's humid air and her rising heat. 'Look at you, jaan,' he murmured, voice thick with want, his fingers brushing upward along her ribcage, stopping just short of that intimate spot. 'Even here, you're tempting. Lift your arm for me—let Ram see how sensitive you get when I touch you there.'

Priya froze, her breath hitching as his thumb hovered near the edge of her blouse, the threat of exposure making her pulse race. She kept her arm down, but the movement only pressed her body closer to Ram, who took the cue, his hand on her hip tightening as he guided her arm up gently, pretending to adjust her pallu. The sari fabric slipped a fraction, revealing more of that vulnerable skin, and Ram's gaze fixed there, hungry. He leaned in, his breath warm against her side, and pressed a light kiss to the exposed curve, his tongue flicking out just once to taste the salt of her skin. 'So soft, akka. Bet it makes you shiver when someone licks right here, doesn't it? While your nipples harden and your pussy aches.'

The touch was fleeting, but it ignited a spark low in her belly, her thighs squeezing together as a fresh gush of wetness soaked her panties. Priya's free hand flew to cover the spot, but Ravi caught it, pinning it lightly to her side with his own. 'Don't hide, Priya. Let him worship you a little. Imagine his mouth there later, sucking while I pinch your tits.' Her body trembled, the dual assault of their words and touches unraveling her further, her clit throbbing with need she couldn't ignore.

Ram pulled back, but his fingers lingered on her waist, tracing the line where blouse met skin, occasionally dipping toward that newly teased area. 'You're flushing everywhere,' he said, his voice a low rumble, eyes flicking to her face then down to where her chest heaved. He stepped closer, sandwiching her more firmly between them, his erection nudging her thigh through his pants. Ravi mirrored him from behind, grinding slowly once more, his hand now cupping her breast over the blouse, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked stiffly against the fabric.

Priya's mind spun, protests dying on her lips as she arched involuntarily into Ravi's palm, her other arm lifting slightly despite herself, granting accidental access. Ram didn't hesitate, his nose brushing her armpit again, inhaling deeply before planting another soft kiss, his hand sliding to squeeze her ass cheek. 'We could lock the door, Priya. Just us three, exploring every inch—no rush, just your body opening up for what it craves.'

The shop's counter dug into her hip, a reminder of the risk, but the thrill only heightened her arousal, her breaths coming in shallow pants. She shook her head weakly, but her fingers tangled in Ram's shirt, pulling him nearer instead of pushing away. Ravi chuckled softly, nipping her earlobe. 'See? Your body's saying yes. Let's take this to the back room—cooler there, more private. You can sit on my lap, let Ram kneel and kiss your thighs... or higher.'

Priya's resolve cracked a little more, the image flashing vivid: Ram's lips trailing up her leg, tongue dipping under her petticoat, while Ravi held her open. 'I... okay,' she whispered finally, voice barely audible, her body already turning toward the back, led by their guiding hands. The door clicked shut behind them, the dim storeroom enveloping them in shadows, the air thick with unspoken promises as Ram's fingers tugged at her sari's fold, Ravi's mouth finding her neck once more.