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

[shailu4ever]

The Reach – Warrior II with Partner Assistance


They stood now, the shift from grounded to vertical charged with new energy.

Meghana circled him slowly, eyes scanning his form.

Her touch was no longer clinical—it lingered, slid, appreciated.

“Let’s go wide,” she said, stepping into a mirrored lunge. “Warrior II.”

Their feet grounded into the mat, knees bent, arms stretched in opposite directions.

She moved behind him, guiding his arm into the right line, adjusting his wrist with a featherlight touch that sent a ripple of heat down his spine.

“Sink deeper,” she urged, hands steady on his hips.

He obeyed, feeling her adjust his posture with a sensual precision—every correction a caress in disguise.

Her thigh brushed his.

She stood close behind, and the press of her body against his made concentration nearly impossible.

He tried to focus—on form, on breath.

But she was too close, too warm, too intentional.

“Open through the chest,” she whispered, sliding a hand down the center of his back. “There’s power in vulnerability.”

He almost laughed, but it came out as a breath.

When she stepped to face him, they mirrored the pose again. Her gaze caught his, steady and fierce.

Their fingertips hovered just inches apart. Their arms stretched toward each other, unwavering. Her voice lowered: “Hold.”

He held. Not just the pose—but the moment.

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Meghana’s Feelings

As they gently separated from the close fold, Meghana moved her hands to her knees and drew in a steady breath.

But nothing about her breath felt steady.

The closeness of Abhi’s body still lingered against her skin—the heat of his thigh brushing hers, the softness of his fingers resting over hers, how naturally his back had curved toward her when she leaned forward.

The physical connection had been simple in form, but the silence between them...

It wasn’t empty.

It was charged.

A hum stretched just beneath it, just beneath her.

She hadn’t meant for the pose to feel that intimate.

Or maybe, she admitted silently, she had.

He hadn’t pulled away. Not once.

He’d moved with her, allowed the rhythm between them to build.

And when their heads had come close—almost brushing foreheads in the forward bend—she felt it: that flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.

The way he looked at her like he didn’t want to look away.

And she hadn’t wanted to either.

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What am I doing? 

She wondered—but the question wasn’t laced with regret.

It was laced with curiosity. Hunger.

A softness she hadn’t let herself feel in far too long.

For weeks now, she’d held the line between playfulness and distance.

She’d been the instructor. The one in control. But now, her skin ached where he’d touched her.

Her breath still hadn’t returned to normal.

And most of all—she didn’t want the session to end.

There was something in Abhi’s quiet, respectful presence that made her feel seen in a way she hadn’t felt in years.

Not just admired—but understood.

Responded to.

As she adjusted the edge of her mat, buying herself a second, she found herself wondering how he’d respond to tonight.

Not the dinner itself—but what it might lead to.

She wasn’t rushing anything. But she wasn’t hiding anymore either.

Her fingers still tingled from the moment his had slid along hers.

And that simple, honest touch had felt more intimate than any words they’d spoken all morning.

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[shailu4ever]

The Silence That Spoke – Back-to-Back Breathing Sync


They ended where they had begun—in silence, seated back-to-back once again, legs crossed, palms resting gently on their knees.

This time leaning into each other fully.

The contact felt natural now.

Necessary.

Only now, the stillness between them was different.

Her back was warm against his.

Her ponytail tickled his neck.

He allowed himself the comfort of leaning—his spine supported by hers.


He could feel the curve of her spine resting lightly along his.

Every time he inhaled, her breath followed.

Every time she exhaled, his chest responded.

Their breathing began to sync without instruction—no need for guidance now.

Meghana closed her eyes and felt his presence behind her like a tide.

There was comfort in it, yes, but also a slow-burning ache.

A desire she hadn’t expected when they first met on this rooftop.

Not so soon.

Not like this.

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She could feel the thrum of energy between their backs, the nearness that was no longer just physical.

Abhi, for his part, let his mind drift somewhere quiet.

He didn’t think of the mat or the pose or even her words.

He thought of her scent, her touch, the slow, careful way she had moved with him—taught him not just form but rhythm.

Invitation.

Trust.


“Close your eyes,” she whispered. “Let your breath guide you.”

They inhaled together.

Then exhaled.

Over and over, until the pattern was seamless.

A rhythm older than words.

He felt her ribs expand with each breath.

He felt her pulse through the soft cotton of her top.

They were no longer two bodies—they were one shared breath.

One shared space.


Her hand brushed his knee.

Not instruction.

Not correction.

Just… being.

“You feel different now,” she murmured.

“How so?” he asked softly.

“You’re not holding back anymore.”

Neither was she.

He could feel it in the way her spine curved just a bit more into his.

The way her breath caught when he shifted slightly.

The way her hand didn’t move away.

He opened his eyes.

But didn’t move.

The wind lifted again, brushing between them like a sigh.

He didn’t want to leave.

Neither did she.

The silence stretched, but it never felt empty.

It was full of everything they hadn’t yet said—yet.

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The Invitation, and Something More

The yoga session had ended, but neither of them moved quickly.

The sky was a pale, blossoming blue now, the heat of the sun just starting to warm the terrace tiles beneath their feet.

The world had returned to stillness, but a charge lingered in the air between them—like static before a storm.  Or after one.

They rolled up their mats side by side, their hands brushing occasionally, their eyes meeting and then sliding away again—playful, loaded.

Meghana folded her mat with slow, practiced ease, then crouched to tuck it under her arm.

Her ponytail had loosened slightly, strands of hair now framing her face in a way that made her look both effortlessly alive and disarmingly soft.

She glanced over at Abhi, the corner of her mouth curling with quiet mischief.


“I’m cooking tonight,” she said lightly, as though commenting on the weather.

But her tone had weight—deliberate, carefully placed.

“Just something simple. You’re free… right?”


Abhi straightened, dusting his palms on his shorts, searching her eyes.

“I can be,” he said, half a smile forming. “Depends on what’s cooking.”

Her gaze didn’t flinch. “Flat 403,” she said, almost too casually. Then, after a beat:

“My husband’s out of town for a few days.”

She said it as if it meant nothing at all.

But it landed with gravity.

Abhi held her eyes a second longer, the moment thickening with every heartbeat.

He didn’t look away.

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“I’ll bring dessert,” he said,

voice softer now. “Something sweet to follow your main course.”


At that, her expression shifted—something warmer, deeper, flickering behind her eyes.

As if she heard what he wasn’t saying.

As if she felt it too.


She stepped closer.

He caught the scent of jasmine again, this time mingled with the sun-warmed skin of her neck.

Their mats hung at their sides like afterthoughts.

She stopped just in front of him, close enough that her shoulder brushed his arm, close enough that their breath met halfway between them.


“I’ll see you at eight,” she said.

But she didn’t leave right away.

Her gaze lingered on his mouth before drifting up again, as if deciding something in the quiet of her own thoughts.

Then, with a slow, fluid movement, she leaned in—her lips pressing lightly to his cheek.

Not a peck. Not quite a kiss.

It was deliberate. Warm. Lingering just long enough to make his breath stutter in his throat.

And when she pulled away—just slightly—he turned his face instinctively toward her, caught in the gravity of her.

For one heartbeat, their lips hovered too close. Not touching, but full of everything that might.

Then she smiled.

Not the teasing one she wore when she corrected his poses.


This smile was quieter.

Older.

Like a secret.


And without a word more, she turned and walked toward the stairwell.

Her hips moved with that easy confidence that needed no audience.

But he watched anyway, each step taking her farther and yet leaving something behind with him—an imprint, a promise.


She didn’t look back.

She didn’t need to.

Because whatever had started that morning… it wasn’t ending with goodbye.


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[shailu4ever]

Hi,

I've been writing since yesterday evening and worked through the night without sleep to deliver a meaningful update.

I would like to know if you want to know how Abhi and Meghana spend the night and how the dinner will be. 

A feedback would really be appreciated, even if it is a single line.



-- Shailu

[Thewarrior100]

Don't worry about the feedback... Most of the readers are exciting for your updates like me... You are writing a great story... The story is unfold... Your writing skills are amazing... Keep it up madam...

[Thewarrior100]

Madhavi's episodes are also good madam... Don't forget her

[tweeny_fory]

The small space between their bodies shrinking as the bus jolted over a pothole. His arm shifted instinctively, and for a brief, electric moment, his hand brushed against the smooth, warm skin of Madhavi’s waist—bare just below the edge of her blouse where the saree’s pallu had slipped slightly.

Time seemed to slow. Abhi froze, heart pounding, unsure whether to pull back or linger just a fraction longer. The softness beneath his fingers was undeniable—the subtle curve of her waist revealed a skin glowing with golden warmth, untouched and silky.

Madhavi’s breath caught softly, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, her hand moved lightly to rest near his, a quiet invitation wrapped in the warmth of the moment. Her eyes met his, dark and steady, with a flicker of something tender and unspoken.

Abhi swallowed hard, the rush of heat flooding his cheeks. His fingers twitched but remained still, afraid to break the fragile connection.

The bus jerked again, and their hands parted almost reluctantly. Madhavi adjusted her saree with a gentle grace, the fabric sliding back into place as if nothing had happened. Yet the electric charge between them remained — a silent promise hanging in the air.

Neither spoke for a moment, but the unspoken language of that fleeting touch lingered deeply, weaving a thread of anticipation neither could ignore.

The warmth of her waist still lingered on his fingertips, like a secret etched into his skin. Abhi sat still, eyes fixed forward, but inside his mind, everything was in motion—spinning, burning, alive with what had just happened. He slowly palmed her waist and his fingers moved along her bare skin sending electric waves to both of them

She didn’t move away.

She let it happen.

She felt it too.

His thoughts replayed the moment with hungry precision—the softness of her bare skin under his fingers, the gentle inward curve of her waist, where blouse ended and saree dipped low enough to reveal a narrow band of golden flesh. That skin had felt impossibly smooth, warm, and almost too perfect to be real.


His eyes drifted down, openly now, but through flickering glances. The blouse she wore, though simple and elegant, hugged her body in all the right ways. Her breasts, full and mature, filled the fabric with graceful volume, and the neckline dipped just low enough to offer fleeting glimpses of the shadowed valley between them. Not too open—she wasn’t careless—but the kind of woman who knew her beauty and let it speak without words.

She knows what he’s doing.

She must’ve caught me looking. Maybe she wanted me to.

He remembered her smile—that calm, almost teasing curve of her lips when she caught him staring earlier. Not offended. Not cold. Just… aware. It had felt like she had reached across the space between them and touched him, not with hands, but with that subtle power only women like her possess.

Her posture was relaxed but composed, back straight, shoulders drawn slightly back, letting the blouse stretch lightly across her chest. The way her saree wrapped her lower body made her curves look even more alluring—soft, round hips that swayed gently with each movement of the bus, and thighs hidden beneath layers of fabric, yet unmistakably full and womanly.

The chain around her neck rested between her breasts, occasionally swaying with the motion of the ride. It drew his eyes again and again to that forbidden spot—where the blouse dipped, where skin glowed.

And then there was her scent. Even now, as the bus crowded more and strangers pressed in, that warm mix of jasmine and something deeper—sandalwood, maybe—clung to her like a second skin. Every breath he took pulled more of her into his lungs, filling his senses.

Abhi tried to keep his hands still, his body calm, but his heart was anything but. Every accidental brush of her arm, every sigh she let out, every shift in her seat made his body ache with anticipation.

He wasn’t sure what this was yet. But he was certain of one thing: this woman—Madhavi—was beginning to take over his thoughts in ways he hadn’t imagined. Slowly. Deeply. Seductively.

And she wasn’t stopping him.

Abhi’s fingers still tingled from the brief brush against Madhavi’s bare waist, the memory alive in his mind like a whispered secret. He caught her eyes once again, those deep, knowing pools reflecting a calm strength, yet flickering with something softer—an invitation wrapped in caution.

Madhavi’s breath came slowly, steadying herself. She adjusted the pallu of her saree with deliberate grace, the fabric sliding over her hips, the movement sending a subtle wave of warmth that Abhi could feel more than see. Her skin gleamed softly, a warm golden hue that seemed to glow even in the dim light.

The space between them felt smaller with every passing moment. Neither spoke, but the silence was heavy with unspoken words.

The bus neared their stop. His heart raced as they prepared to leave this charged cocoon. She turned slightly to face him, just enough to catch the curve of her neck and the soft swell of her breast beneath the delicate blouse.

As the bus slowed and he stood, their hands brushed lightly — a fleeting contact, electric and lingering. Madhavi didn’t pull away immediately, letting the moment stretch a heartbeat longer.

They got down the bus and walk silently towards their houses. When they reach

“Abhi,” she said softly, her voice low and intimate, “take care.”

Her words were simple, but the warmth behind them wrapped around him like a caress.

He nodded, feeling the weight of the moment press down on his chest.

Then, with a gentle smile, she stepped into her apartment. Abhi watched go into her home, the subtle sway of her hips beneath the saree imprinting itself on his mind.

As the doors closed — but inside, Abhi’s thoughts were quiet, filled with the memory of warmth, skin, and the promise of something just beginning.



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Wow Shailu, those bus ride between Abhi and Madhavi were erotically detailed and captivating! The way you narrated the feelings and emotions of each character truly showcases the maturity of your imagination and writing skills. The subtle imitations and unspoken desires came alive on the story. 

It's especially interesting to see how the tension built throughout such a short encounter. And at the end, when Madhavi said "Take care," I'm left wondering about its true meaning. Was it just a casual, polite goodbye, or was there a deeper intention behind it? Is she hinting at a desire for more, or simply acknowledging the connection they shared in that moment? 

It leaves the readers wanting to know what happens next.

[shailu4ever]

Don't worry about the feedback...  Most of the readers are exciting for your updates like me... You are writing a great story... The story is unfold... Your writing skills are amazing... Keep it up madam...

Thank you, Thewarrior100. I truly appreciate your feedback.

Suggestions like yours are especially helpful for first-time writers as they work to improve their stories.

Thanks again for taking the time to share your thoughts!

[shailu4ever]

Madhavi's episodes are also good madam... Don't forget her

Thank you for the suggestion!

I'm planning for Madhavi to be an underlying character who remains throughout the entire story. While other characters will come and go, Madhavi will be a constant presence. She's the emotional anchor for Abhi—someone he can always return to. Her role will gradually take shape in that direction.

You'll see more exciting episodes featuring her as the story unfolds.

[shailu4ever]

Wow Shailu, those bus ride between Abhi and Madhavi were erotically detailed and captivating! The way you narrated the feelings and emotions of each character truly showcases the maturity of your imagination and writing skills. The subtle imitations and unspoken desires came alive on the story. 

It's especially interesting to see how the tension built throughout such a short encounter. And at the end, when Madhavi said "Take care," I'm left wondering about its true meaning. Was it just a casual, polite goodbye, or was there a deeper intention behind it? Is she hinting at a desire for more, or simply acknowledging the connection they shared in that moment? 

It leaves the readers wanting to know what happens next.

Hi tweeny_fory,

Thank you so much for your thoughtful feedback—your words truly mean a lot to me!

I’m really glad you found the bus ride between Abhi and Madhavi captivating and emotionally detailed. It’s encouraging to hear that the subtle emotions and unspoken desires came through effectively in the narration. That’s exactly the kind of connection I hoped to create between the characters and the readers.

You picked up on something important with the line “Take care.” I'm thrilled that it made you pause and reflect. You’re right—it can be read in multiple ways. Whether it’s a simple farewell or a layered expression of something more... that ambiguity is intentional. It’s part of how Madhavi’s character is being shaped—as someone deeply tied to Abhi’s emotional journey, yet still a bit of a mystery herself.

Also, when you have a chance, I’d love for you to read the part of the story with Meghana that I posted last night. There are some emotionally intense scenes there and a bit of a cliffhanger that I’m curious to hear your thoughts on. Your feedback has been incredibly valuable, and I’d really appreciate knowing how those moments landed for you as well.

Thanks again for engaging so deeply with the story. Your reflections give me both encouragement and inspiration as I continue writing the next parts.

-- Shailu

[tweeny_fory]

She didn’t look back.

She didn’t need to.

Because whatever had started that morning… it wasn’t ending with goodbye.


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Shailu, your writing is simply fantastic! This story of yours is truly an erotic masterpiece. I'm absolutely loving it to the core. The story, pacing, and characters are all great.

I like how each encounter has a different feel. Madhavi's episode was soft and sweet like a beautiful morning raga. In contrast, the episodes with Meghna were like a true rockstar performance, building in intensity, escalating passion, and pushing boundaries. 

I also appreciate how you included yoga poses. It's evident you've put in a significant amount of research. In fact, I found myself having to Google each pose to fully understand and then reimagine it within the scene It powerfully showcases the effort and dedication you've poured into this piece. 

The ending, "She didn't look back," is very meaningful. It shows Abhi and Meghna's growing connection. Wondering what's she gonna cook toning specially for him.

[shailu4ever]

Shailu, your writing is simply fantastic! This story of yours is truly an erotic masterpiece. I'm absolutely loving it to the core. The story, pacing, and characters are all great.

I like how each encounter has a different feel. Madhavi's episode was soft and sweet like a beautiful morning raga. In contrast, the episodes with Meghna were like a true rockstar performance, building in intensity, escalating passion, and pushing boundaries. 

I also appreciate how you included yoga poses. It's evident you've put in a significant amount of research. In fact, I found myself having to Google each pose to fully understand and then reimagine it within the scene It powerfully showcases the effort and dedication you've poured into this piece. 

The ending, "She didn't look back," is very meaningful. It shows Abhi and Meghna's growing connection. Wondering what's she gonna cook toning specially for him.

Hi tweeny_fory

Thank you so much for your incredibly kind and encouraging words! I’m genuinely touched that the story connected with you on so many levels—it means a lot to hear that the pacing, character dynamics, and tone shifts between the different encounters came through the way I hoped they would.

I love how you described Madhavi’s episode as a “beautiful morning raga” and Meghna’s as a “rockstar performance”, what a vivid and poetic way to put it! It’s really encouraging to know that the contrast and progression in the story are resonating with you.

I'm also really glad you noticed the effort that went into the yoga scenes. I did spend quite a bit of time researching those poses to ensure they felt authentic and meaningful within the narrative, so it’s incredibly rewarding to know that you took the time to explore them and reimagine them in context.

And yes, “She didn’t look back” was meant to say a lot in just a few words—I'm thrilled that it landed the way I intended. Your final line about her cooking something special for Abhi made me smile, it’s those little thoughts that make writing feel so rewarding.

Thanks again for reading so closely and for sharing your thoughts, it’s feedback like this that really keeps me going!

-- Shailu

[Rocky@handsome]

Just carry on..its simply outstanding...the way you are depicting emotions of each character..is just captivating!!

Loved reading each and every single word,.trust me you have got a great writing skills!



Keep rocking !! BRO!!

Take care,best wishes, sending never ending prayers


Rocky❤️

[shailu4ever]

Just carry on..its simply outstanding...the way you are depicting emotions of each character..is just captivating!!

Loved reading each and every single word,.trust me you have got a great writing skills!



Keep rocking !! BRO!!

Take care,best wishes, sending never ending prayers


Rocky❤️

Hi Rocky

I’m really glad you’re enjoying the story, really appreciate you taking time and giving me the feedback.  

These comments and feedback, help me to write with more interest.

thanks so much for the appreciation! Means a lot. ?

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Meghana’s Day – A Quiet Restlessness


The apartment door shut softly behind her, and for a long moment Meghana just stood there, hand still on the knob, eyes closed.

The early morning light had shifted into a warm afternoon glow that filtered through the sheer curtains, washing the living room in amber stillness.

She dropped her yoga mat beside the console, kicked off her sandals, and let out a slow, controlled breath.

But nothing about her felt controlled.

Her entire body still hummed with a strange tension—not from the yoga postures, but from him.

His breath brushing her cheek as he reached forward in that final pose.

His torso leaning into hers, just enough that she could feel the heat through the thin barrier of fabric.

The faint scent of citrus and something deeper.

The stillness in the air when he looked at her after she said “My husband’s out of town.”

And the way he had smiled.

I'll bring dessert, he’d said.

That wasn’t a line. It was a promise.

She pressed a hand to her chest and walked toward the bedroom.

The moment she stepped into the room, she paused and looked around.

This wasn’t just about making the place look nice anymore—it was about feeling ready.


Everything she did today carried a quiet weight, a secret anticipation coiled like silk thread through her breath.

She stood in front of the wardrobe and opened it slowly, her eyes scanning the familiar colors.

Today, she didn’t reach for convenience.

Her fingers lingered—touching, considering.

She finally pulled out a navy-blue cotton dress—soft and subtle, with a deep, clean neckline and a hem that teased just above her knees.

It was something she hadn’t worn in over a year.

Not to work.

Not to dinner with her husband.

Not to... anyone.

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But tonight wasn’t about anyone.

It is all about her and Abhi.

She held the dress against herself in the mirror.

It was simple—but flattering.

And it didn’t scream seduction, which mattered.

This needed to be natural.

Like it just happened.

But beneath the softness was an edge.

She wanted him to see her—not as someone married, distant—but as a woman.

A beautiful, desirable woman who had chosen him to cook for.

It was just dinner.

She reminded herself of that as she pulled open the refrigerator and scanned the ingredients.

But there was nothing casual about the way her fingers moved as she picked curry leaves from their stems, or how she stood back to observe the table she was slowly setting—less like a weekday dinner, more like something she wanted him to remember.

She glanced at the clock: just past five.

There was time still.

But already, something in her chest had begun to stir—like the quick flutter of wind against half-drawn curtains.

She walked into her bedroom, towel-drying her hair absently, and paused by the open window.

The city below moved in its usual rhythm. And yet inside her, nothing felt usual anymore.

She tried not to overthink how the evening would go.

And yet, her mind gently drifted—filling in silences that hadn’t yet arrived.

Abhi would come by, a little early perhaps, with that soft awkward smile he wore when he didn’t know where to place his hands.

He might comment on the aroma in the kitchen or the breeze on the balcony.

They’d talk—about yoga, his work, something from the neighborhood.

But behind her calm poise, she knew she would be watching—watching him take in the space, notice the way she had set things up without trying too hard.

The way her hair fell differently today.

The way her voice might be softer.