Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[Zoz34]

Afrah pov:





Afrah walked ahead of Vishal, the soft sand of the beach warm beneath her bare feet. With each step, she felt his gaze linger on her, the heat of his stare igniting a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration within her. *Pervert,* she thought, shaking her head, but the blush creeping up her cheeks betrayed her. 

There was a wicked thrill in knowing how much he wanted her, and an idea struck her—a playful way to tease him just a little. She decided to sway her hips more provocatively, allowing her denim shorts to ride up slightly, accentuating the curve of her backside. The soft fabric clung to her skin, and with each tantalizing move, it whispered promises of what lay beneath, leaving little to the imagination. 

As she walked, she let her waist twist and turn, enhancing the sensual rhythm of her body, the fabric of her top brushing against her skin, heightening her awareness of her own allure. She could feel the cool breeze caress her bare waist, teasing her with its touch, and the thrill of being so exposed ignited a fire within her. The thought of Vishal watching her, the raw desire burning in his eyes, made her heart race and her skin prickle with anticipation. 

With every step, she felt a rush of confidence, the naughty side of her emerging as she swayed a little more, pushing the boundaries of their flirtation. *How far could she take this?* she wondered, the excitement electrifying her senses. She glanced back over her shoulder, catching his gaze locked onto her rear, a smirk playing on his lips that made her pulse quicken.

Feeling emboldened, she allowed her fingers to dance over the hem of her shorts, teasingly tugging at them as she walked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The act was a silent invitation, a challenge that promised adventure and exhilaration. She loved the way his breath seemed to hitch, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down her spine. 

"Hey, Vishal," she called over her shoulder, her voice laced with playful seduction. "Catch up if you can." With that, she picked up the pace, her legs carrying her with an alluring grace, each step a deliberate tease. She could feel his eyes trailing along her curves, drinking in every inch of her exposed skin, and it fueled her daring.

The tension crackled in the air between them, thick with unspoken desires. Each sway of her hips was a calculated move, meant to ensnare him in her playful web, the thrill of their game pushing her to go further. She could almost feel the weight of his gaze, a palpable heat that left her breathless and craving more. 


""Where are we going?" Afrah asked, her curiosity piqued as Vishal pointed toward a sleek, private yacht glistening in the sunlight.

"Over there," he replied, smirking. The yacht bobbed gently on the waves, exuding luxury and adventure.

Afrah's eyes widened with excitement. "A yacht? Are we really going on that?"

"Absolutely," Vishal said smoothly. "Thought we could enjoy some time away from the crowd, just you and me."

The idea filled her with a thrill. *What would they do on the yacht?* She glanced back at it, taking in its sunbathing deck and cozy seating area, feeling a flutter of anticipation.

Vishal's eyes sparkled as he observed her reaction. "Ready for some fun?"

"Definitely," Afrah replied, her heart racing as she walked toward the yacht, eager to see what adventure awaited them.

As the yacht glided across the water, Afrah couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. The sea breeze kissed her skin, the salty air filling her lungs as she looked out at the endless stretch of blue surrounding them. She felt alive, exhilarated by the freedom of being out in the middle of the ocean, far from the constraints of her everyday life.
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The yacht slowed to a stop in the middle of the water. She turned to Vishal, a question in her eyes.

"Can you swim?" he asked casually, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Here? In the middle of the ocean?" she responded, glancing nervously at the vast expanse of water.

"Yes, here," he said, already removing his shirt with a slow, deliberate motion.

Afrah’s eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. His shirt fell to the deck, revealing a body sculpted by muscle, his chest broad and his abs defined. The sun glistened off his tanned skin, and for a moment, she was speechless, her gaze lingering longer than she intended.

He caught her staring and smirked. "Like what you see?" he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Afrah snapped her gaze back to his face, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "No! I mean... it’s just... you’re... uh, fit," she stammered, trying to compose herself.

Vishal chuckled, stepping closer to her, his presence overwhelming. "Fit, huh?" he said, his voice low, teasing. "I think you were enjoying the view more than you’d like to admit."

She tried to look away, but his teasing tone, combined with the proximity of his bare, muscular body, made her pulse race. The breeze carried his scent, a mix of salt and something distinctly masculine. She felt flustered, but couldn’t deny the magnetic pull she felt toward him.

"Come on, let’s swim," he said, standing at the edge of the yacht, his back to her, flexing slightly, as if showing off on purpose. "Unless you’re too shy to keep up?"

Afrah swallowed, torn between nervousness and the undeniable attraction pulling her toward him.



Afrah shook her head, a nervous smile playing on her lips. "No, I’m not swimming here," she said firmly, backing away from the edge of the yacht.

Vishal raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Come on, Afrah. It’s just water."

"I said no," she repeated, her voice more insistent this time. But Vishal was already climbing over the railing, shrugging.

"Alright then, suit yourself," he said, before leaping into the ocean with a graceful dive.

She watched as he surfaced a few feet away, water streaming down his muscular body as he swam effortlessly. His head popped up, and he grinned at her. "Afrah! You’re missing out," he called out teasingly, floating lazily on his back, his toned chest glistening in the sunlight.

She rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile. "I’ll pass."

Vishal swam closer to the yacht, treading water. "Afrah, I need help!" he called out suddenly, his tone more serious.

Her heart skipped a beat. "What? What happened?" She rushed to the edge, her hands gripping the railing as she looked down at him.

"Just give me your hand," he said, reaching up toward her. His face was an exaggerated mix of innocence and charm.

Afrah hesitated for a moment, but then, sighing, she extended her hand toward him. As soon as their fingers touched, he grinned devilishly and, with a quick yank, pulled her off balance. Before she could protest, she felt herself being tugged forward, her feet slipping out from under her.

"Vishal! No!" she squealed, but it was too late. She tumbled over the railing, plunging into the cool ocean water with a splash.

She resurfaced, sputtering and glaring at him. "You—!"

Vishal’s laugh echoed across the water, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Told you it’d be fun!" he said, his arms wrapping around her to keep her steady in the water. 

Afrah couldn’t help but laugh despite herself, the thrill of the moment and the ocean surrounding them washing away her hesitation.




As they splashed each other in the water, the playful atmosphere quickly turned into something more charged. Vishal lunged toward Afrah, pretending to catch her off-guard, and she instinctively pushed back, laughing. The water rippled around them as they wrestled, their bodies brushing up against one another. 

His hands "accidentally" grazed her waist, the contact sending an electric shiver through her. Afrah’s laughter faltered slightly, but she kept up the playful façade, splashing him again. Vishal, however, closed the distance, his grip sliding from her arms down to her hips as if to "steady her." His fingers lingered, tracing the curve of her waist just under the water's surface, the light touch making her body tense.

As they grappled, his hand slipped lower, brushing the top of her thighs, and he held her just a little closer, his chest pressing against her back. Every time she tried to pull away, he found a way to catch her again, his fingers trailing over her bare skin. The sensation of his hands moving over her underwater, almost hidden from sight but very much felt, heightened the intensity of the moment. 

The tension was palpable now, the playful splashing forgotten as his fingers slipped along her thighs, occasionally brushing just a little too high, lingering a little too long, under the guise of helping her "balance" in the water. Afrah’s breath hitched as she felt his body pressing against hers from behind, his hands steady but teasing, holding her in place, leaving her unsure of whether she wanted to break free or let him continue.


As they wrestled in the water, Vishal's hands grazed Afrah's waist, his fingers briefly sinking into the soft skin there before drifting lower. The sensation made her pulse quicken, but she kept up the playful act, splashing him in retaliation. His movements, however, were calculated—every touch deliberate. 

He reached out to "steady" her, his hands slipping down from her sides to her hips, fingers lightly tracing the curve of her body. The feeling of his fingertips skimming over her bare skin, just above the surface of the water, sent a ripple of heat through her. His palm brushed the soft dip of her waist before his hand slid lower, grazing the top of her thighs under the water. Each touch was fleeting yet lingering, his fingers teasing her in ways that felt far too intimate for the moment.

Afrah's breath caught as she felt his chest brush against her back, the heat of his skin warming her through the cool water. His strong grip on her hips, the firmness of his body pressing against hers, made her feel the unspoken tension more intensely. Every time she tried to move away, he caught her again, his hands slipping around her waist once more, lingering just above her thighs. The contact was subtle yet suggestive, his fingers hovering in that dangerous territory between playful and purposeful. 

She could feel the strength in his arms as they encircled her, keeping her close. His fingertips grazed the inside of her thighs under the water, barely noticeable but enough to make her skin tingle. The sensation of his body against hers—his firm chest, the light pressure of his hands—made her hyper-aware of every inch of her exposed skin, the water amplifying every touch as they floated together in the ocean.






Vishal pov:


Vishal couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on Afrah as they stood on the yacht, drying off. Her white crop top, now soaked, clung to her body in a way that made his pulse quicken. The fabric had turned nearly transparent, revealing the outline of her lacy bra beneath, the wet material hugging the curve of her breasts, accentuating her figure. His eyes traveled lower, taking in the sight of her waist—the smooth skin glistening with droplets of water. They trailed down, catching the sunlight as they followed the curve of her hips, then onto her toned thighs, where the denim shorts stuck to her like a second skin, highlighting every inch of her legs.
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Her hair, damp and tousled, framed her flushed face perfectly, the dark strands sticking to her neck and shoulders. The sight of her like this—disheveled yet utterly captivating—sent a rush of heat through him. The breeze teased her wet clothes, but it only heightened the way the fabric clung to her skin, revealing more than she might have intended. He could barely tear his eyes away, entranced by the way the water still glistened on her body, tempting him to reach out and touch her again.

The memory of their playful wrestling in the ocean flashed in his mind—the way her soft, wet skin had felt under his hands. Her waist had been so smooth, her thighs firm but yielding to his touch. As they grappled, the heat of their bodies mixed with the coolness of the water, every graze of skin electric. He remembered how her body had pressed against his, how her laughter had turned breathless with the unspoken tension between them.

Afrah caught him staring, a slight frown creasing her brow. "What are you looking at?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and embarrassment.

Vishal let a slow, teasing smile spread across his face. "You look so damn sexy when you’re wet," he said, his voice low and filled with suggestion. His gaze dropped deliberately back to her chest, then slid over her waist and hips, making no effort to hide his appreciation. "That top of yours... it’s barely covering anything," he added, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Afrah glanced down, suddenly aware of just how revealing her soaked outfit was, but she didn’t move to cover up. Instead, she met his gaze again, her eyes wide and unsure, but there was something else there too—something that made him want to push just a little further.

He took a step closer, closing the distance between them, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "Need some help drying off?" he asked, his fingers lightly brushing the edge of the towel she held in her hands. "I’ve got a pretty good technique... I can make sure you’re warm and dry in no time," he added, his tone teasing but layered with a deeper intent.

He could see the way her breath hitched at his words, her body reacting even if her mind was still resisting. He wanted to feel the warmth of her skin again, to let his hands trace the water droplets still clinging to her. His eyes roamed over her, imagining his fingers moving over that buttery smooth waist of hers, slowly drying her off, inch by inch. He’d start at her waist, letting his hands linger just a little too long as he slid the towel up to her chest, savoring the feel of her body under the fabric. Then, he’d move lower, tracing the curve of her hips, before moving down to her thighs, taking his time with every touch.

"You know," he murmured, stepping even closer so that their bodies were almost touching, "I’m pretty good with my hands... I could make sure you’re all warm and dry, and maybe enjoy the process a little bit myself."

"No",she said playfully.

Afrah pov:


Afrah glanced down at herself, feeling the cool cling of her wet clothes against her skin. The white crop top was almost transparent now, molding to her chest, and her denim shorts stuck to her legs uncomfortably. She tugged at the fabric, trying to make it sit more modestly, but it was no use. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized how exposed she looked.

"My clothes are all wet," she murmured, glancing at Vishal. "What am I supposed to wear now?"

Vishal leaned back against the railing of the yacht, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We just have to stay in the sun until we dry off," he said casually, his gaze trailing over her body, not bothering to hide his admiration. "Although..." He paused, a slow smile spreading across his face, "I could watch you like this all day."

Her breath caught at his words, her heart fluttering with a mixture of embarrassment and something else—something she didn’t want to name. She bit her lip, feeling her face grow even hotter under his gaze. He wasn’t just teasing her; his eyes lingered on her like he was savoring the sight, and it sent an unexpected thrill through her.

"You’re such a pervert," she muttered, her voice shaky as she tried to sound annoyed. But even she could hear the waver in her tone, betraying how his attention was affecting her.

Vishal chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with playful mischief. "Can you blame me?" he replied, his voice low and teasing. "You look irresistible when you're wet." His words sent a shiver down her spine, even though the sun was warming her skin. 

She glanced away, trying to steady her breath. "Just... stop looking at me like that," she said, though even as the words left her lips, she knew they sounded weak. There was a part of her—an unfamiliar, rebellious part—that liked the way he looked at her. The way his gaze made her feel noticed, desired.

But she pushed that thought away quickly, trying to focus on anything but the way his eyes were still on her.



Afrah crossed her arms over her chest, feeling Vishal’s eyes on her like a warm touch, and bit her lip in frustration. “Stop staring at me like that.”

Vishal smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. “Like what?”

“Like… you’re imagining things,” she said, her voice low, her heart racing as she tried to sound firm.

He chuckled, stepping closer, the air between them charged with tension. “Oh, Afrah,” he said, his voice dripping with playful intent, “you have no idea what I’m imagining.”

Her pulse quickened, her breath catching in her throat. “You’re such a—”

“A what?” He leaned in, his breath brushing her ear. “A pervert? Come on, you know you like the attention.”

Afrah’s cheeks burned, her stomach doing flips. She looked away, trying to ignore the way his words made her feel.

Vishal’s eyes swept over her, lingering on the way her wet crop top clung to her curves, the soft lines of her waist peeking out from the drenched fabric. “You know,” he said, his tone turning more suggestive, “if you need help... toweling off, I’d be more than happy to lend a hand. I could start with that perfect waist of yours.”

Afrah’s breath hitched, and she quickly shook her head, a nervous laugh escaping her. “No way. I’m fine.”

He chuckled again, stepping back just a bit, his eyes still drinking her in. “Suit yourself. But I’m warning you... standing out here in the sun isn’t going to make me look any less.” He winked, leaning casually against the railing again, his playful grin still firmly in place. "Besides, you’ve got a lot more than just the sun heating things up around here." 

Her stomach flipped again, and despite herself, she felt a blush rising up her neck.


Back to the hotel:


As Afrah slipped into her room, she felt a mixture of excitement and guilt twisting in her chest. The evening on the yacht had been thrilling, an escape from the usual, and Vishal’s playful flirtation lingered in her mind. She quickly changed out of her wet clothes into something more comfortable, sneaking out to join her colleagues by the pool. The warm evening air filled with the sound of their laughter as they discussed dinner plans.

Her phone buzzed in her hand—Sohail. She hesitated for a moment before answering, trying to sound casual. “Hey, Sohail. Yeah, it’s been a long day. Just meetings and paperwork, nothing special,” she lied, the weight of guilt creeping in as she heard the concern in his voice.

As Sohail asked more questions, Afrah’s eyes flicked toward the pool where Neha, Nisha, and Aman were already chatting. She shifted uncomfortably, fidgeting with her hair, the words spilling out too easily. “I’m just at the hotel with everyone now. We’re about to grab dinner... I’ll call you later, okay?”

Just then, she heard Vishal’s voice calling her name from across the pool, loud and casual, but it sent a jolt through her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly cut off the conversation with Sohail. “I’ll talk to you soon, bye!” she said, hanging up before he could respond. The guilt was quickly replaced by a nervous excitement as she turned to face Vishal, who was walking toward her with that same confident smile.


Dinner had been a mix of laughter and tension, with the group enjoying seafood and cocktails as the sun set over the horizon. Afrah found herself stealing glances at Vishal, their eyes locking for brief, electric moments that sent butterflies swirling in her stomach. Each time they met, her heart raced, and a flush crept up her cheeks.

As the group planned to hit the nightlife of Goa, Afrah felt fatigue wash over her. The excitement of the day had drained her, and she struggled to keep her composure. “I think I’m going to call it a night,” she finally said. “I’m really tired from the meetings today.”

Neha raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Come on! You can’t miss out on the nightlife.”

“I really can’t. You all have fun!” she replied, forcing a smile as she made her way back to her room.

Once inside, she leaned against the door, taking a deep breath. Guilt washed over her for not being honest about her day with Vishal, but the thrill of their shared moments made it feel worth it. She replayed the day in her mind—the sun glinting off the ocean, the sensation of water against her skin, and Vishal’s teasing words. A smile crept onto her face as she considered what tomorrow might bring.