Adultery The Untold Story of Abhiram's Erotic Journey - Part 1

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The storm inside Meghana




Her pulse throbbed even now.

She rolled over on the mat, then lay on her back, hand stretched above her head.

Tomorrow’s session, she thought.

Partner yoga again.

She’d planned poses

she could physically support him in—more shifts of balance,

more trust-based contact.

She’d feel his weight again...


his breath near her ear...


the quick heat of his skin under her fingers...


Her stomach fluttered.

She was teetering between two lives.


One safe.


One electric.

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This feels like a good point to decide which direction the story should take.
Should we:

• Slowly build the tension between Abhi and Meghana?
  
• Let her take the bold, electric route?
  
• Or have her talk to Abhi and put an end to this?
  

I could really use the insight of experienced writers

But unfortunately , I am not getting enough suggestions guys. please help me.

-- Shailu

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OK, 

I will go with one of them.  Hope this works fine.

-- Shailu

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She Makes a Move



That thought—like a distant thunder—sent a thrill through her.

She sat up and opened her closet.

Short sports bra.

Leggings.

The ones that sat low enough to give him that view.

She fingered the waistband gently.

He’s going to touch me again,

she thought...  and...

something in her stirred, urgent and warm.


But there was guilt too.

A gentle sting when she thought of her husband.

Later, she told herself.

For now, this was her moment.

This spark she hadn’t allowed herself in her life.

She deserved it.

Or so she reasoned.


Setting out tomorrow’s yoga clothes neatly by the door, she lay back and closed her eyes.


This is just yoga...
This is just yoga...
This is just yoga...


She whispered—but her heart pounded in disagreement.

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Monsoon Clouds and Unspoken Fire

The sky over Hyderabad had been smudged gray all afternoon. 

The city moved slower under the thick, humid air—as though it knew what was coming.

By early evening, a warm breeze had started to sweep between the apartment blocks, scattering leaves and tugging gently at clotheslines.


Abhi stood at his window in flat 203, watching the clouds churn low and heavy.

His mind was elsewhere—rooted in that morning, in the feel of Meghana's waist beneath his fingers,

In the slow intake of her breath when he touched her.

The memory had stayed with him like heat after a fever.

Lingering.

Making him restless.


The first thunderclap rolled in—not loud, but enough to stir him.

Without overthinking it, he grabbed his hoodie and climbed the stairs to the terrace.


The moment he opened the door to the roof, a gust of air hit him—warm, alive, carrying the smell of oncoming rain.

And there she was.


Meghana


Meghana stood at the edge of the terrace wall, facing the sky.

Her hair was down tonight, wind-blown and wild.

She wore a soft black tank and gray leggings that shimmered slightly in the dim light, clinging to her every line.

Her silhouette was carved against the storm, tall and fluid, like she belonged in it.


He froze.


She turned before he could speak. “You come to watch the clouds too?”

“I think I came because I couldn’t sit still,” he admitted.

She smiled, stepping back from the wall. 

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they? Right before they break.”



A pause passed between them—like thunder held in a breath.

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The Denial

“I wasn’t expecting anyone else,” she added, brushing her hair from her face. 

Her fingers were delicate, slow.

Her eyes, however, were fixed on his.

They stood there as the wind picked up, raising goosebumps on their arms.

“You looked… distracted this morning,” she said, almost teasing.

“Was I?” He met her gaze. 

“Or just… paying attention?”

Meghana’s lips curved slightly, but she didn’t reply. 

The wind answered instead—bringing with it the first cool drops of rain.

It started lightly. 

Almost like mist. 

Then within moments, the sky opened.


The rain came warm and heavy, soaking them both.


She laughed—head tilted back, eyes closed, hands stretched out to the sky. 

Her tank clung tighter now, revealing the lines of her torso, the smooth curve of her stomach as it rose and fell.

Abhi couldn’t look away.

He came for a fresh air to cool down...

“Come on,” she called to him, voice raised above the storm. “You’re already here!”

He stepped closer. 

Water ran down his arms, across his face. 

When he was just a foot away from her, the rain between them felt more like a veil than a wall.

The gap

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She took his hand—and with it, the moment

Then suddenly, she took his hand.

It was a small gesture, but bold. 

Skin on skin—wet and warm.

She pulled him gently under the overhang.

Their backs pressed to the terrace wall. 

The air was thick now. 

The rain softened slightly. 

But

The storm inside him only grew.

She is not in a better place either...

“I don’t mind getting wet,” she whispered.

Voice husky “But this is warmer.”

They were too close now. 

Her shoulder brushed his chest

He could smell the faint lavender of her hair, darkened by rain. 

Her skin glistened in the low light

Every line of her body defined by dampness and shadow.

Rain continued...

Her dress became her second skin

He could trace every curve of her body clearly

...

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What She Didn't Say

“Your heart’s racing,” she said suddenly.

He froze. 

Her palm had moved

slow ... careful ... just above his chest...

resting gently on the damp fabric of his shirt.

“Is it?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “And I haven’t even touched you properly.”

Abhi’s throat tightened.

Her hand dropped, but slowly. 

She brushed past his abdomen barely a touch

and lingered near his hip before retreating.


“I should go change,” she murmured. “Before I catch a cold.”

He couldn’t speak.

She leaned in just a little -- enough for her lips to almost graze his cheek.

“Tomorrow morning,” she said, barely a breath. “You’ll need more balance.”


And then she walked away—

Wet

Glowing

Absolutely untouchable.


Abhi stayed on the terrace, rain beating around him, heart thudding in his chest like thunder against stone.

She hadn't kissed him.

But she hadn’t needed to.

She’d touched something deeper—and left him trembling in her wake.


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Hi All 

How do you like the option I choose for Meghana? 

Let me know your thoughts.


-- Shailu

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The Morning After – Partner Yoga – The Final Poses



The terrace had changed overnight—not just polished by rain, but transformed by atmosphere.

The air felt thick with possibility: wet stone warmed by the rising sun, jasmine vines dripping beads of moisture like tiny jewels, and something electric lingering in every breath. 

It was as if the rain had washed everything clean except the chemistry left between them.

Abhi arrived early, noticing how the fresh air tasted sweeter than usual.

His heart thrummed in his chest—anticipation or something else, he couldn’t be sure. 

His favorite workout tee—the one Meghana had teased him for in the gym—clung to his shoulders. 

He’d chosen it deliberately, remembering the look she’d given him, admiring without quite saying it. 

He slung her gift mat under his arm, inhaling the familiar trace of sandalwood and rain.

He unrolled the mat with a calm he didn’t feel. His gaze drifted to the stairwell, and he wondered if her presence could change everything again.


And then—there she was.


She stepped into the light like a promise. 

Her ponytail bounced in rhythm with her confident stride, the burgundy leggings hugging every curve—enough to set his whole body alert. 

That black crop top: short,

just short enough to tempt the view, revealing her sculpted stomach and the elegant line down her torso. 

He caught a flash of her hip, and warmth pooled low in his stomach. 

She knew exactly what she was doing, and he was captivated.

She paused beside his mat, unrolling hers with a quiet grace. 

“You’re early today,” she said, voice soft, teasing.

He let the moment stretch. “I wanted extra time,” he managed, sliding his gaze to hers.

Her eyes glinted. “We’ll see about that,” she replied, lips curving—but there was promise in the way she said it.


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Folded Together – Seated Forward Fold

They sat facing each other now, legs extended, soles of their feet meeting gently in the middle.

Meghana adjusted the angle between them with a slight nudge of her heel, then reached forward, offering both her hands to him.

Abhi took them.

Her fingers curled easily around his—warm, sure, unhurried.

There was no need to rush.

The city was still wiping the sleep from its eyes, but here on this quiet terrace, time had slowed to something slower.

Something deliberate.

“Now exhale, and lean forward,” she instructed, her voice a soft murmur. “Let your spine follow your breath.”

She tugged gently, guiding him forward into the stretch.

As he moved toward her, their arms lengthened, forearms brushing.

His legs tensed slightly with the stretch, but it was her presence—so close, so calm—that kept him steady.

He folded forward, feeling the gentle pull in his hamstrings, but his mind kept returning to the way her hands held his—grounded, intentional, almost intimate. 

Meghana smiled slightly, watching his breath slow.

“Good,” she said, and leaned forward too, deepening the pose. Their foreheads nearly touched.

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Now they were close. Very close.

Her face hovered just inches from his, their bodies meeting in the middle like two halves of an unfinished thought.

Melting them inside out.

The exposed part of her breasts caught the sunlight, drawing his eye downward for just a second.

Enhancing the prominence of her cleavage.

The short sports top rode up slightly with the motion.

Revealing the faint curve of her lower ribs, giving a sneak peak of the bottom part of her milky white breasts

Revealing the flat plane of her stomach—all within the neat frame of her high-waisted burgundy leggings, which, by subtle design or intention, sat just low enough to hint at skin in that space where his gaze now paused.


“Relax your jaw,” she murmured, tilting her head with a small, playful smile. “You're holding tension here.”

He nodded, swallowing hard, aware now of every inch of space—and lack of it—between them.


Her breath mingled with his.

She smelled like early mornings and lavender shampoo and something else—something warm, slightly sweet, possibly dangerous.

The stretch was meant to be grounding, but there was a different kind of pull happening now.


Not physical... or is it?

Not entirely.

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Her hands released his gently, only to slide up his forearms as she pressed her palms briefly to the inside of his elbows.


“Let gravity help you,” she whispered. “Don’t resist.”

He wasn’t sure she was still talking about the pose.

They lingered in the fold, eyes half-closed, breath synchronized without trying.

The silence between them wasn’t empty; it was thick with the weight of what hadn’t yet happened.

Finally, she leaned back first, releasing the stretch with fluid grace. Abhi followed, slower, reluctant to let the moment end.

When their hands parted, the absence was instant and vivid—like music ending mid-note.

“You’re a quick learner,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

He smiled. “Good teacher.”

Her gaze held his for a moment longer than necessary, then drifted down.

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As he sat upright, rolling his shoulders out of the fold, Abhi’s thoughts lingered not on the pose but on her—the closeness of her breath during the stretch, the way her fingertips had curled around his without hesitation.

It hadn’t just steadied his body.

It had stirred something.

Her presence was a blend of confidence and quiet grace, and now, that grace had physical memory: the warmth of her palms, the heat between their forearms when they leaned forward, how her forehead had come within a breath of his.

He’d felt something shift in him as they moved—an opening.

A surrender that wasn’t forced but invited.

She planned this, he thought, not with arrogance but with awe.

The way she dressed today, how carefully she guided him—there was an elegance to it, but also a charge.

It wasn't just about yoga anymore. Not for him.

And maybe not for her either.

He caught himself glancing at her again.

The arch of her back as she stretched, the effortless way her hair fell against her cheek as she smiled.

Everything about her presence felt curated for the moment—but not artificial. It felt… intimate. Intentional.

What are we stepping into? he wondered. And more urgently: What would happen if neither of us stepped away?

He wasn’t sure. But he wasn’t about to pull back now.

Something had shifted.

Something deliberate

Something anticipated


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Spiraling Closer – Back-to-Back Twist

They eased down, sitting cross-legged, their backs pressed firmly together.

There was something unmistakably intimate about the feel of her spine against his.

Her shoulder blades shifting with each breath.

They weren’t looking at each other anymore—but somehow, they felt closer than ever.

“Let your spine grow tall,” Meghana whispered.

Her voice slightly husky now. “Root into your seat. Lift up from the crown.”

Abhi felt the way her voice resonated down through her back, into his.


Each breath she took subtly rocked him. Each exhale warmed the air between them.

“On your next breath,” she said, “twist gently to the right.”


They moved in opposition—her torso turning left, his right—hands resting on the opposite knees.

Their backs curved gently, muscles alive under the light contact.

He could feel the tension in her lower back, the stretch in her waist.

Her scent rose with her motion—earthy, feminine, grounding.

Her sports bra rose more than it should be exposing him a good portion of her milky breasts

“This pose is about connection,” she murmured.

 “Two bodies finding opposite ways… but still staying close.”

Abhi swallowed, tuning into the meaning that lingered beneath her words.

Two people rotating in different directions, yet bound in breath, in body.


After a few breaths, they returned to center.

“Now twist the other way.”

As they turned again, her hand reached behind to lightly catch his—steadying him as he turned.

Their fingers brushed—light contact, but the charge was unmistakable.

She didn’t let go right away. Neither did he.

When they untwisted at last, their backs aligned again, hearts beating steady.

Her breath was slower now. “Still with me?” she asked.

“More than I was before,” he answered.

She smiled at that, and even though he couldn’t see it, he felt it.

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Meghana’s Feelings

They returned to center. Their breath synced again. He turned his head slightly, meeting her gaze without words.

She nodded once, slight and certain.

No instruction was needed.

Meghana stayed still, sensing the gentle press of his back against hers—how naturally their bodies aligned.

She hadn’t expected to feel this attuned to him so quickly, not outside of words or gestures, but through something as simple as shared breath and presence.

He’s listening to more than just my voice, she realized. He’s listening to me.

There was comfort in the way he moved with her—trusting her lead, yet responding in a way that made her feel seen.

Under the deliberate calm, her pulse had picked up.

The slight brush of his shoulder during the twist, the warmth of his exhale, the barely-there glance he gave her lips when their faces turned close in the rotation—all of it lingered.

She found herself tuning into him more carefully, subtly—watching his hands, the way his body shifted when she spoke, how his breath caught when they touched.

And when he looked at her now, so open and without pretense, she didn’t look away.


Don’t rush, she told herself.

But don’t pull away either.


Because something had shifted.

And she wanted to feel where it would go.

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The Surrender – Supported Backbend

“Let’s try something deeper,” she said softly.

Guiding him to kneel, legs tucked underneath. 

“You’ll need to trust me for this one.”

He mirrored her position, back straight, heart open.

Meghana moved behind him again

Close—her knees straddling his hips as she settled in.

Her thighs cradled him gently from behind, a presence he could feel through every layer of his body.

“Lean back,” she murmured. “I’ve got you.”

He let go slowly, his upper back relaxing into her, the weight of his body surrendering into hers.

Her arms wrapped lightly around his torso, palms flat over his chest.

Like she is hugging him from the back

Her breath pressed against the back of his neck, warm and deliberate.

“There,” she said, lowering him farther until his head rested in the crook of her neck.

His chest rose, exposed to the sky.

Her fingers slid along his ribs, anchoring him, holding him.

His pulse hammered beneath her hand.

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“Feel that?” she whispered.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this aware of my own heartbeat,” he replied.

Her fingers moved in gentle circles, tracing along the lines of muscle just beneath his skin.

The rain-slicked air clung to them.

His breath grew heavier—not from the pose, but from the closeness.

Her chest pressed against his back, thighs still bracketing his hips, body curved around his like an echo.

He could feel the softness of her breasts pressing hard against his back.

He is enjoying the softness in the hardness

He closed his eyes and simply breathed—through tension, through craving.

And when he finally came up, when he straightened slowly.

He didn’t move away.

Neither did she.

Their eyes locked.

“Too much?” she asked, lips tilted upward.

He shook his head slowly. “Nowhere near enough.”

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Abhi’s Feelings


As they gently released the pose and sat upright again, Abhi took a long, quiet breath—partly to center himself, but mostly to steady everything else that was stirring inside.

The moment they’d just shared—the slow twist, the way her arm had curled around his, her hand resting gently on his chest—had left behind a pulse he couldn’t shake.

The sweet pressure of her full size breasts pressing his back

deliberately and studly, melted his back.

He can still fee their soft touch.

He is trying to guess the size of her Breasts.  But he is new to all this.  

It wasn’t just physical. Maybe it is.

He is sure she noticed that he is feeling them.

He is completely aroused down there. 

Not sure if could hold this any longer

It was something else: the intimacy of how she moved with him, how she let herself press into him for just a second longer than necessary.

Now, with space between them again, he could still feel her. 

Not just the warmth of her skin or the softness of her breath near his cheek—but the presence of her, like something that had imprinted.

He wasn’t used to this.

The quiet intensity.

The kind that didn’t ask for permission out loud but waited, slowly, to see if he’d step closer.

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This isn’t just yoga anymore

He is liking this way more than the actual Yoga.  

He don't want to pull away from this

The lines were blurring—beautifully, unmistakably.

And though no boundary had been crossed outright, there were so many moments that hovered just near the edge.

Her touch on his chest.

The softness of her voice.

The way her body fit beside his as if it had always known how to.

His breath was slower now, deeper, but it didn’t bring calm.

It brought awareness—of her scent, of her nearness, of the way she occasionally glanced at him when she thought he wasn’t looking.

There was a quiet daring in her now, and it was magnetic.

She's not just teaching me to move.

She’s showing me how she feels.

And whether she admitted it or not, Abhi was certain of one thing now: they were no longer just practicing poses.

They were rehearsing something else entirely.