Adultery Wife with friend

[samanthasam]

Ram's lips inched higher along Priya's inner thigh, his breath ghosting over the damp fabric of her panties, close enough that she could feel the warmth seeping through. He paused there, nose brushing the edge of the sari's fold, inhaling deeply as if savoring her arousal. 'Akka, you're soaking through everything. That scent... it's driving me crazy,' he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. His hands gripped her knees, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, urging them apart a fraction more. Priya's legs trembled, parting just enough to give him access, her pussy throbbing with the need for more direct pressure.

Ravi shifted beneath her, his cock straining against her ass through their clothes, a hard ridge that made her squirm on his lap. He released her arm, letting it drop, but not before planting one last open-mouthed kiss on the slick skin of her armpit, his tongue darting out to lap at the fresh sheen of sweat. 'Good girl, lifting for us like that. Your body's honest, even if your words aren't.' His hand returned to her midriff, slipping fully under the blouse now, fingers splaying across her bare stomach. They dipped lower, tracing the waistband of her petticoat, teasing the sensitive skin just above her pubic bone without venturing further.

Priya's head lolled against Ravi's shoulder, her eyes half-lidded as Ram's mouth pressed a firm kiss to the inside of her thigh, teeth grazing lightly before soothing with his tongue. The sensation rippled up her spine, making her clit pulse insistently. 'Ram... higher, but not... oh god,' she breathed, her hand flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands—not pushing away, but holding him there, conflicted pull warring within her. The storeroom's confines amplified every sound: the wet smack of his lips on her skin, her ragged breaths, the faint rustle of fabric as Ravi's free hand worked the sari higher, bunching it around her hips.

'Not what, Priya? Not too much? Or not enough?' Ravi whispered, his lips brushing her earlobe before nipping it sharply. He palmed her breast again, this time pushing the blouse aside to cup it directly over the bra, feeling the lace rasp against her hardened nipple. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger, tugging just enough to elicit a sharp gasp from her. 'Tell Ram what you want. He wants to hear you beg for his mouth on your pussy lips, tasting how wet we make you.'

Ram lifted his head slightly, eyes dark with hunger as he watched her face contort in pleasure-pain. His fingers hooked into the petticoat string, loosening it incrementally, the fabric slacking around her waist. 'Say it, akka. Let me lick that dripping slit while Ravi pinches your tits raw.' He leaned in again, but instead of her thigh, his cheek rested against the sari-covered mound, the pressure indirect but maddening, his stubble scbanging through the layers.

Priya's hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against his face for a split second before she caught herself, cheeks burning. 'I... I don't know. It's too fast,' she whimpered, but her body arched toward Ram, seeking more. The arm she'd lifted earlier now dbangd over Ravi's neck, pulling him closer as his tongue traced her jawline, down to the pulse point in her throat, sucking lightly to mark her skin.

Ravi's hand on her stomach ventured bolder, fingers slipping under the petticoat's edge to brush the damp edge of her panties. He didn't penetrate, just stroked the outer lips through the thin cotton, feeling them swell under his touch. 'Feel that? Your pussy's begging for fingers, for cocks. Imagine Ram's tongue flicking your clit while I finger-fuck you deep.' His other hand abandoned her breast to join the first, both now teasing her core's entrance, circling without entering, building the ache to unbearable levels.

Ram rose slightly on his knees, his mouth finding her exposed armpit this time—Ravi had lifted her arm again, guiding it up to bare the hollow. Ram's tongue delved in, lapping broadly from the side of her breast to the crease, tasting the mix of sweat and arousal that had gathered there. 'So sensitive here, akka. Makes your whole body light up,' he groaned, his free hand sliding up her other thigh, mirroring Ravi's touches but from the front, fingertips grazing her clit through panties in tandem.

Priya cried out softly, the dual assault on her armpit and pussy sending sparks through her nerves. Her thighs quivered, spreading wider as the stool creaked under their weight. The air thickened with their combined scents—musk, sweat, desire—her panties now a sodden mess clinging to her folds. 'Please... touch me properly,' she finally whispered, the words tumbling out unbidden, her resistance cracking under the relentless teasing.

Ravi chuckled darkly, his fingers pressing harder against her slit, outlining it fully. 'Properly? Like this?' He rubbed in slow circles, the friction making her hips roll into his hand. Ram pulled back from her armpit, lips glistening, and captured her mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue plunging deep as his fingers joined Ravi's, two sets now stroking her through the fabric, alternating pressures that had her moaning into his mouth.

The seduction coiled tighter, no release in sight, just endless layers of touch and whispered filth, drawing her deeper into their grasp. Priya's body surrendered inch by inch, the storeroom a cocoon of building ecstasy, the outside world a distant memory.