Adultery Revathi: Unwrapped

[xiomidev]

This story is written from the perspective of Revathi — a woman, a mother, a wife... but also something far more dangerous.
In the quiet alleys of a South Indian apartment, behind the clink of tumblers and the rustle of starched sarees, lives a secret no one dares name. A story not about cheating, but about choosing. Not just lust, but power.
Revathi is not looking for love. She’s looking to be seen. Touched. Worshipped.
And the man who does it?
He's older. Forbidden. But patient. Hungrier than she ever imagined.
This isn’t just about sex. It’s about reclaiming a body that was given away — and taking back every inch, every moan, every secret soaked in silence.
If you’ve ever fantasized about what lies behind half-closed curtains and whispered “akka,” this one’s for you.
Slow burn. High heat. No apologies.
Revathi is done waiting.

[xiomidev]

The thick smell of paint and old wood still lingered in the stairwell as Revathi carried her two-year-old son up to the first floor of their new rental. The iron gate creaked open, revealing the narrow corridor leading to their portion. Her husband, Murugan, followed with a rolled-up mat under one arm and a bag of kitchen utensils in the other.

"Careful with that, kanna," Revathi called out, glancing back at her son toddling across the chipped tiles. "Don’t touch the wall, it's still wet!"

Murugan exhaled sharply, sweat lining his forehead. "Phew! This house smells like it's been locked up for years. But at least it's spacious."

"You just like it because the kitchen is far from the bedroom. No more sambar smell waking you up," she teased, placing a hand on her hip.

"No, no," Murugan grinned, "I like it because now I can chase you around that hallway without your amma hearing us."

"Aiyo! Behave, husband! Our son’s watching," she whispered with mock scandal, though the blush on her cheeks was real.

He leaned in, whispering, "Let him watch. He should know how much his appa loves his amma."

She rolled her eyes. "Romantic fool. You’re more tired than loving right now. You’ve been sweating like you ran the marathon."

"For you, I'd run two," Murugan said dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. Inside, he was thinking: Damn, she still looks fine even in that crumpled old nightie. How do I focus on work with this woman parading around the house?

Revathi caught his lingering stare and smirked. He thinks I don’t know. I can still make him trip over his tongue. Good.

The first floor was quiet, the corridor half-lit by the dying afternoon sun. Revathi noticed a closed wooden door at the far end with a rusted nameplate that simply read: Ramu. A muted hum came from behind it—TV perhaps, or some old devotional song on loop.

She didn't dwell long. The first few days passed in a blur. Mornings were the same: she woke at dawn, cooked idlis and sambar, packed lunch for Murugan who left sharply at 8:30am to catch his local train to the port. Then she bathed her son, played with him, sometimes video-called her sister, folded laundry, browsed random reels, cleaned corners already clean. The rhythm of her life had changed, but the notes felt strangely familiar.

[xiomidev]

This story is written from the perspective of Revathi — a woman, a mother, a wife... but also something far more dangerous.
In the quiet alleys of a South Indian apartment, behind the clink of tumblers and the rustle of starched sarees, lives a secret no one dares name. A story not about cheating, but about choosing. Not just lust, but power.
Revathi is not looking for love. She’s looking to be seen. Touched. Worshipped.
And the man who does it?
He's older. Forbidden. But patient. Hungrier than she ever imagined.
This isn’t just about sex. It’s about reclaiming a body that was given away — and taking back every inch, every moan, every secret soaked in silence.
If you’ve ever fantasized about what lies behind half-closed curtains and whispered “akka,” this one’s for you.
Slow burn. High heat. No apologies.
Revathi is done waiting.

[Gopal Ratnam]

Great start

[Johnnythedevil]

Nice, continue

[Hotyyhard]

excellent start

[srider69]

Eagerly awaiting updates

[Yesudoss]

I read another story with character as sakshi and other characters same as this. Is this same author writing story in two different names?