Adultery Wife with friend

[samanthasam]

The storeroom's dim light filtered through a small, dusty window, casting long shadows over stacks of cardboard boxes and shelves crammed with wires, gadgets, and forgotten inventory. The air was cooler here, laced with the faint scent of dust and solder, but it did nothing to temper the heat radiating from Priya's skin. Ravi's lips pressed firmly against the nape of her neck, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path along her collarbone as his hands settled on her shoulders, thumbs kneading the tension there. Ram stood before her, his fingers hooked into the pleat of her sari, tugging it just enough to loosen the fabric around her waist without fully unraveling it. The movement pulled the material taut across her hips, outlining the curve of her ass and the subtle swell of her mound.

Priya's back arched slightly against Ravi's chest, her breath escaping in a shaky exhale as Ram's knuckles brushed the sensitive skin just above her petticoat string. 'Ravi... this is the back room, but people might hear,' she murmured, her voice laced with a mix of fear and something deeper, more insistent—a throb that echoed between her legs. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, the dampness in her panties growing as the confined space amplified every touch, every whisper.

Ravi's chuckle vibrated against her ear, low and possessive. 'The shop's locked, jaan. No one's coming. Just relax—let us take care of you.' One hand slid down her arm, lifting it slowly until her elbow bent, exposing the soft underside once more. He nuzzled into the crook, his nose grazing the warm, slightly salty skin of her armpit, inhaling her scent like it was a drug. 'Mmm, you smell so good here. Sweaty from the heat, but sweet. Lift it higher, Priya. Show Ram what makes you squirm.'

She hesitated, her free hand clutching at Ram's shirt for balance, but the command in Ravi's tone sent a shiver racing down her spine. Her arm rose a fraction, enough for Ram to lean in, his mouth hovering near the exposed hollow. He didn't touch right away—instead, he blew a gentle stream of air across it, watching goosebumps erupt on her skin. 'Akka, you're hiding such treasures,' he said, his voice husky, eyes locked on hers before dropping to that intimate spot. His fingers trailed up her side, slipping under the edge of her blouse to caress the rib just below, teasing closer without mercy.

Priya's nipple tightened further under the thin fabric, aching for contact, and she bit her lip to stifle a whimper. The dual attention—from Ravi's breath hot on her neck and Ram's proximity—made her thighs rub together, seeking friction against her swollen clit. 'Please... don't,' she whispered, but her body betrayed her, leaning toward Ram as if drawn by an invisible pull.

Ram's hand finally made contact, his palm cupping the underside of her arm, thumb stroking the tender skin in slow circles. He pressed his lips there lightly, a feather-soft kiss that turned into a lingering lick, his tongue flat and warm against her. The sensation shot straight to her core, making her pussy pulse with fresh need, a trickle of arousal slipping down her inner thigh. 'Tastes like desire,' he murmured against her, pulling back to meet her gaze. 'Imagine me sucking here while Ravi fingers your wet slit from behind. You'd come so hard, wouldn't you?'

Ravi's free hand dipped lower, palming her ass through the sari, squeezing the firm flesh as he ground his hard cock against her lower back. 'That's right. I'd spread your cheeks, slide my fingers into that tight pussy, feel you clench around me while Ram worships your body.' His other hand moved to her waist, fingers splaying across her stomach, inching toward the hem of her blouse. He tugged it up slightly, exposing a sliver of midriff, his pinky brushing the edge of her navel.

Priya's knees weakened, her weight shifting onto Ram as he steadied her with hands on her hips. The storeroom seemed to shrink around them, the boxes a makeshift barrier against the world outside. She could feel the outline of Ram's erection pressing into her belly now, thick and insistent through his pants, and the realization made her gasp. 'Ravi, he's... hard because of me,' she said, voice trembling, not sure if it was accusation or confession.

'Yes, and so am I,' Ravi replied, nipping at her earlobe before soothing it with his tongue. 'Because you're ours to tease, to make beg. Turn around, Priya—kiss Ram. Show him how your tongue feels in his mouth while I lift your sari and rub your thighs.'

Her heart pounded, resistance flickering like a dying flame. She shook her head, but her hands were already on Ram's chest, fingers curling into the fabric. Ram tilted her chin up with one finger, his thumb tracing her lower lip. 'Just a taste, akka. Open for me.' His mouth descended, capturing hers in a slow, exploratory kiss—lips soft at first, then parting to let his tongue slip inside, coaxing hers to dance. Priya moaned into it, the sound muffled, her body melting as Ravi's hands worked the sari higher, exposing her calves, then knees.

The kiss deepened, Ram's hand sliding to the back of her neck, holding her steady as his tongue fucked her mouth in shallow thrusts, mimicking what they all craved. Ravi's fingers danced along her inner thigh, stopping just short of her soaked panties, the heat from his palm making her hips buck. 'Feel that? Your pussy's dripping for us,' he whispered, breath hot on her shoulder. 'Soon, we'll have you on your knees, sucking Ram's cock while I eat your ass.'

Priya broke the kiss with a gasp, her lips swollen and shiny, chest heaving. 'Not yet... I need... more time,' she panted, but her eyes were glazed, body flushed from neck to toes. Ram's hand dipped to her breast, cupping it fully now, his thumb flicking the nipple through blouse and bra until it throbbed. Ravi mirrored him from behind, pinching the other peak lightly, rolling it between fingers.

They guided her to a low stool amid the boxes, Ravi sitting first and pulling her onto his lap, her back to his chest. Her sari bunched around her thighs, legs parting slightly as Ram knelt between them, his face level with her knees. 'Spread a little, Priya,' Ram urged, hands on her calves, massaging upward. 'Let me kiss your skin, inch by inch.'

She did, hesitantly, the anticipation coiling tight in her belly. Ravi's arms wrapped around her waist, one hand slipping under her blouse to caress bare stomach, the other holding her arm up again, exposing that sensitive spot for his mouth. He licked there once more, slow and thorough, while Ram's lips pressed to her knee, then higher, tongue tracing the line of her inner thigh. Priya's head fell back against Ravi's shoulder, a soft cry escaping as the pleasure built, layer by layer, pushing her closer to the brink without tipping over.

The storeroom door remained shut, but the world outside faded, leaving only the three of them in this web of touches and promises, her surrender inching forward with every breath.