Adultery The Husband’s Doubt [Completed]

[heygiwriter]

Excellent writing again and slow buildup is really good.

As for the characters, Shameless people..trying to find reasons for their affair...

"The cage isn't always bars. Sometimes it's love... that forgets to let you breathe."

Who asked them not to confide their true pain and intentions to their partners and confront the cage? Their loved one's will understand and change their ways provided these two give them the chance...but No they want dreams fulfilled by some one else, planning their kisses and nights together and showing to each other we are doing it because we are alone...such bullshit....cheating is a choice not accident.

Some day she will realize the pain when she loses Prem and Aara lol

~RCF

Thanks for the feedback.. As you said yes its a choice, reasons are for convenient to hide their flaws.. im just showcasing stories where characters finds the reaons..

[Kkkhot861]

Only one word.... Excellent....

[desihunter]

Story is really going well

[Paul5]

I think it's love story of wife and husband so far but most of the people's her's is only some exciting movement ex sex adultery cuck and other type of fun me too on same boat if it's simple wife husband story most of peoples disappointed anyhogh it's writers wish I appreciate writer story is good ??? going

[readersp]

Keep rocking boss!!!

[heygiwriter]

Only one word.... Excellent....

Thanks a lot

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 30 – Prem’s Change



Prem’s change wasn’t sudden.
He had been watching Nivi carefully for months.
Two Bangalore trip return — the way she and Rohan spoke only business, no lingering glances, no whispers, no suspicion.


Nothing to grasp.
He had overthought, as always.
Male pride had stopped him from admitting it earlier — that she was more than he had allowed her to be.  


All those years, he had kept her naive.
Safe. Unappreciated.
The cage he built in the name of protection.
This week, something cracked. He decided to warm up. Be supportive.


He thought just saying “okay” instead of “no” would show change.
But she barely noticed it.. As everything was office matters.. She was just thankful as she got an instant yes reply or okay reply..


His ego still whispered — she’s just a woman…earning because of my company, my contacts.


But last night — the day before Rohan and Nivi left for Bangalore — Pratap met him.
They talked business first.
Pratap asked for client links, support.


Topic drifted to family.
“I miss playing with Aara,” Pratap said, eyes distant. “Heard you moved to Rohan’s place.”
Prem nodded.


Pratap was the only elder they had left in their lives. The man who had stood by them when no one else did. Prem felt the old guilt — for doubting Pratap’s intentions years ago.
He opened up. Spilled it all. The insecurities. The control. The fear.
Pratap listened.
Then laughed softly.
Man she is your wife,, your better half you must be happy if she grew why do you think she is small and you are big just because of th gender.
Any way glad you understood her. Her needs. Her Dreams.. 
Its irony that you should have pushed her to pursue it however Rohan did.. Good and glad.


Prem said.. Yea i know but i wish she sees my changes.. How supportive.


Pratap interrupted 
“If you want to show you’ve changed… you were her right choice — turn it into words.”


Prem frowned.
Pratap leaned forward.
“Women need words and action. They don’t grab your actions like we do. Only when it’s against them — that they remember. Pin it on you forever.” He chuckled.


“Continue to shower love on the person you love. When you stop… they feel different. Some confront. Some don’t.”
He paused.


“The ones who confront — you know how they react. But the ones who don’t… you never know their saturation point. Before she’s pissed off forever… change it.”


Prem asked, voice low. “How?”
Pratap smiled.
“Fall in love again. Undo what you’ve done.”

The words landed.

That morning, the impact showed.
When Nivi said she was leaving for Bangalore.

Prem didn’t fight.
“Take care. Eat on time. Don’t walk alone — take Rohan’s help wherever you go.”
Soft. Supportive. To show the Prem she had wanted.


It got an instant outcome.. She kissed his cheeks.. 
That simple??


Now, alone in the empty guest room — Aara asleep on her own — Prem stared at the ceiling.
11:30 PM.


She would be asleep in Bangalore.
He wanted to apologise. For years of control. For the call earlier — “Are you sleeping alone?”
Stupid.
Why spoil it? He cursed himself. 


After nine years… he was behaving like a new lover.
Trying.
He picked up the phone.
Thumb hovered. What to send? How to console?
How to impress her again? 
He typed.
Deleted.
Typed again.


The screen glowed in the dark.
His heart raced like the early days.
He didn’t know.
Across the state, in a penthouse pool-side bed.
Nivi was far from asleep.
Far from alone.

[heygiwriter]

Keep rocking boss!!!

Thanks boss

[heygiwriter]

I think it's love story of wife and husband so far but most of the people's her's is only some exciting movement ex sex adultery cuck and other type of fun me too on same boat if it's simple wife husband story most of peoples disappointed anyhogh it's writers wish I appreciate writer story is good ??? going

Thanks for feedback

[Deepak.kapoor]

when you asked me for opinion , i was little hesitant as i have read only few portions of story . But now i feel it is coming out good .

Keep the good work .

[heygiwriter]

Story is really going well

Thanks a lot

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 32 - Ultimate Plan

Same time, 11:30 PM at the Bangalore penthouse…


Nivi and Rohan on the bed…

The hug lingered — warm, comforting, their bodies pressed close in the quiet darkness of the suite, the distant hum of the city below barely audible through the thick glass.

Rohan’s body was flush against her back, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with hers, the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric of her nighty.

His arousal — hard, undeniable — brushed against her, a silent confession in the stillness.
He realised immediately — the way his body betrayed him, pressing insistently.

Shifted, pulling away slightly, careful not to make her uncomfortable, not to let desire override the moment.
Nivi felt the deliberate move — the way he created space, even as his arms stayed around her.
The respect in it.
The restraint.

She liked it — the way he always seemed to read her boundaries, even when his own need was obvious.

Unaware of what he had in stock — the careful orchestration, the deeper plan that had led them here step by step.


“Thanks, Nivi,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion, breath warm against her hair.

She turned slightly in his arms, face close to his in the dim light filtering from the city below.
She smiled in the dark — soft, genuine. “Why?”

“It’s been years since I had a birthday night hugging someone.”

“Unbelievable,” she mocked gently, a soft tease in her tone, trying to lighten the heaviness. “You might have ladies… women, as you said once.”

Rohan’s voice dropped, honest, raw — no playfulness now.

“No. Birthday is for loved ones. Not for anyone.”

A pause, heavy with meaning — the weight of unspoken years.

“You are special. The one I love.”

Nivi’s breath caught, heart skipping in the silence.

“Am I special?” i may be your good friend. Not special”

Rohan’s tone shifted — deeper, raw, vulnerable in a way she’d rarely heard from the confident businessman.

“Have you ever seen my wife call on my birthday? Or anyone close?”
Nivi realised — searching her memory.
No.
Never.

“That’s how my marriage life is and personal connection with anyone.. You are the one who cracked it for me you are the special”

He continued, voice breaking slightly, the words spilling like a dam finally giving way.

“Let me admit this… I’ve fallen for you long back. I know you did the same. It’s just… we both know we cannot break marriages. And whenever our partners take us back fully, we’ll move out.”

Nivi couldn’t speak.

She knew it was truth — unspoken, undeniable, hanging between them like the humid Bangalore air.

Rohan went on, holding her gaze in the shadows.

“Until then… at least let’s share the love we want.”

Nivi’s voice small, conflicted — the weight of society, loyalty, fear.

“But you know what… I feel we shouldn’t cross the limit. Society calls it cheating.”

Rohan hugged her harder — eyes watering, tears falling warm on her shoulder, silent but heavy.
Nivi turned fully, concerned, hand touching his cheek.

“What happened?”

"After years I found you.. The one who at least cared for me.. But see the morning let me tell you I was paranoid and happy at same time.. Happy that Prem is changing but paranoid as I feel you will leave me to be like lonely.."

She saw his eyes — vulnerable, wet, glistening in the low light, the powerful man stripped bare.
The sight burdened her — heavy, pulling at her heart, stirring something protective and tender.
She couldn’t leave him like this.
On his birthday. Alone with his pain.

“Don’t worry. I’m with you. We’ll go through this. I will remain your good friend through”

She kissed him. She  initiated... 

Rohan who said no need for a kiss now made her to kiss him.. she completely forget her change of mind from the morning..


The kiss continued
Soft at first — gentle, reassuring, lips brushing with care.
Then deeper — hunger rising, months of tension unleashing.
Ten minutes.
Mad. Passionate.
Tongues dancing, breaths mingling, hands clutching tighter.

She turned fully in the bedsheet — face to face, bodies aligned, legs tangling.

His hardness pressed her now — insistent, hot through the thin fabric.

She broke the kiss. laughed then mocked softly, breathlessly, trying to lighten the intensity.

“All men are the same…”

Rohan’s hand moved — slow, asking permission with every inch, eyes searching hers.
Slid under her nighty. Found her breast — full, warm.

Thumb circled the nipple — already hardened, sensitive from the charged air.
She gasped, shocked, body arching slightly into his touch.

“What are you doing, Rohan…”
He pinched lightly, voice rough with need.
“What is this, then?”

He whispered against her ear, breath hot, sending shivers down her spine.
“It’s human nature… can’t help.”

The Joke didnt land well she turned mockingly showing her back

Jokes apart… “I expected something more today… but things changed.” His tone was serious, laced with quiet disappointment, eyes searching hers for understanding.

Nivi turned her head — eyes met his.

Something in her gaze — consent, curiosity, care, the shared longing finally breaking through. She turned again facing him in the bedsheet..

He brought her hand down — gentle but firm. My trouble is not your joke... I have been controlling a lot...

Placed it on his hardness — throbbing, hot.
Stroked slowly through fabric.
You are the reason…

As he released her hand, she kept it there — fingers curling instinctively, feeling the pulse, the need.

The moment stretched — charged, inevitable.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 33 - The plan in unfolds.


As he released her hand, she kept it there — fingers curling instinctively around the thick heat of him through the fabric, feeling the pulse, the urgency.

A small, unconscious squeeze.


Rohan's breath hitched.

He looked at her — eyes dark, pleading.

"I need this, Nivi. Please... make my birthday memorable."

His voice was husky, raw with want, but still gentle — asking, not demanding.

She whispered, voice trembling with the weight of her decision — guilt, desire, care all tangled.
"This is the best I can do for you..."

As Rohan was about to remove his night pant, fingers hooking the waistband...

Nivi said softly, "Let me turn away and just give my hand — you place it."
Rohan exhaled, voice husky with relief and restraint.
"Okay..."

Nivi turned opposite way — back to him, heart pounding.

Rohan front pressing her back now — warm skin on skin as he quickly shed the last barrier.

He was stark nude.
He placed his thick, throbbing penis in her waiting hand — hot, velvet over steel, veins pulsing under her fingers.

She was stroking in bare hands… without looking at it — slow at first, tentative, exploring the length, the girth, the way it jumped at her touch.
Learning the heat, the pulse, the slick bead at the tip that she spread with her thumb.
Firm grip now — up and down, rhythm building.

Rohan's breath ragged against her neck, hot puffs sending shivers down her spine.
His hips shifted slightly — instinctive thrusts into her fist.

Five minutes — her hand moving steady, twisting lightly at the head, squeezing base.

His groans low, muffled against her shoulder.

But not enough to unleash his deeper plan…

He whispered, voice pleading, lips brushing her ear.
“Nivi… maybe I should first treat you well..”

She broke into laughter — surprised, light, the sound cutting the tension like a spark in the dark.
“What? What are you going to do?”

He lifted her nighty slowly — fabric bunching at her waist.

Brought his hand between her thighs — warm palm sliding up smooth skin.
Under the nighty. Panty pushed aside gently.

Nivi jerked — body tensing, "No.. I just..."

Rohan said firmly but soft, "NO Nivi we need this… let's do this for each other.. Every time I kiss you I know you miss this heat… don't cheat yourself…"
He gasped as his fingers met slick folds — warm, soaked, betraying her want.

“Nivi… you’re so wet.”

He circled her clit — slow, teasing strokes, feather-light at first, watching her reaction.

Watched her face — every flutter of eyelids, every parted lip, every small gasp.

Learned her — pressure here made her hips twitch, speed there made her breath hitch.

One finger slipped inside — gentle, deep, curling to explore.

Then two — stretching, filling.

Curled perfectly.

Nivi surrendered to the pleasure — body relaxing into him, back arching slightly.

She stopped complaining — her grip on his penis slowly losing strength as waves built, pleasure taking over what she missed for years.
He slowly asked, lips at her ear, "When did you have satisfying sex last.."

Nivi didn't reply — just moaned softly, head falling back against his shoulder.

He found the spot that made her back arch sharp — fingers pressing, rubbing.
Thumb on clit — steady pressure, circles tightening.
Building her slowly. Higher.

Her moans soft — muffled against his neck as she buried her face there, hiding the sounds.
Breaths coming in gasps — short, desperate.
He kissed her ear, whispered.
“Let go for me. I want to feel you come.”

He lifted from the bed slightly and quickly went under the bedsheet — movement fluid, determined.

He pulled panties completely down — slowly, reverently — letting the cool air hit her wetness, making her shiver.
She was soaked — glistening in the low light.
He groaned softly at the sight — low, hungry.

Then lowered his mouth.
The first touch of his tongue — warm, flat, slow — made her gasp loud, body jolting.
He tasted her like she was the only thing that mattered — long, deliberate licks from entrance to clit.
Circles around her clit — tight, focused.

Then gentle sucking — pulling the sensitive bud between lips.
She arched off the bed — hands fisting the sheets, knuckles white.
Under the thin bedsheet, her body moved like a wave — hips rolling, thighs trembling.
He held her thighs open — gentle but firm, not letting her close.
Tongue dipping inside her — fucking her with it slow.

Then back to her clit — relentless, perfect pressure, speed varying to keep her on edge.
She moaned — soft at first, then louder, broken, desperate.

“Rohan…”

He didn’t stop.

He knew this was the right moment.

He crawled back up.
Body over hers.
Skin on skin — sweat-slick, hot.
His cock — hard again, aching — slid along her slick folds.
Pressed at her entrance.
Both wet.
Ready.

He looked into her eyes — pleading, loving, asking without words.
She felt him there — thick, hot, wanting to fill her.
Her breath hitched.

The moment stretched — charged, inevitable.

[tomdickharry2024]

Mind blowing updates!! 
Prem was too slow to realize he's pushing Nivi into doing exactly what he fears most.. Rohan takes the first bite of the forbidden fruit.

Thank you dear author for the super fast and erotic updates!

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 33 – Affair Consumated

The room was thick with the scent of their shared heat — musk and jasmine from her skin, the faint salt of sweat mingling in the air. The bedsheet rumpled beneath them, a tangled mess from their earlier explorations, now the only barrier between their bodies and the cool night.

Rohan's cock — hard again, thick and veined, pulsing with need — slid slowly along her slick folds, teasing the entrance with deliberate pressure. The wet glide was audible in the quiet — a soft, slippery sound that made her shiver. Both of them drenched, her arousal coating him, making every inch ready for what was coming.

He pressed forward just enough to part her slightly, the head nestling at her opening, hot and insistent against her warmth.
Both wet.
Ready.

He looked into her eyes — pleading, loving, the vulnerability in his gaze mixing with raw hunger, begging without words for her to let him in.
She felt him there — thick, hot, wanting, the blunt tip stretching her just a fraction, a promise of fullness that made her core clench involuntarily.
Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples hardened against the nighty fabric.

“No…” she whispered, hand pressing flat on his chest, fingers splayed against the firm muscle, feeling his heartbeat thunder under her palm. “Not now… please.”

The words were soft, conflicted — a last thread of resistance, guilt flickering in her eyes like a dying flame.

But Rohan knew the trick — the secret weakness he'd learned from the Aaravind past story about Nivi, the one spot that unraveled her.

He brought his face down swiftly, mouth latching onto her neck — the sensitive curve where pulse met skin.

Started sucking and licking — wet, hot tongue lapping in slow circles, teeth grazing lightly, lips pulling the flesh into his mouth with rhythmic suction.
The weak point.

He once mentioned it when Rohan offered him CEO posting for details on Nivi , but now he weaponized it — sucking harder, tongue flicking relentlessly, sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core.

Nivi gasped — a sharp, involuntary sound — her body betraying her, arching into him as the sensation overwhelmed.

Her hand on his chest weakened, fingers curling into his skin instead of pushing.

His hips rocked down subtly, hand guiding his cock — continued to try its luck, nudging the entrance, slipping in just the tip amid her growing wetness.

The neck assault intensified — bites now, soft nips that made her moan low, throat vibrating under his mouth.



11:55 Pm same time in Chennai 

Prem finally grabbed his courage…
He typed: I know you are brilliant but I'm sorry i was all myself…

He clicked enter..





11:55 Pm Bangalore



Rohan's thick, nerve-running penis finally entered her way — slow at first, the head breaching her tight warmth with a wet, sucking sound as her body yielded.



Nivi let out a big moan — loud, throaty, echoing in the room — that drowned out the faint WhatsApp notification ping from her phone on the nightstand.



The moan stretched — surprised, pleasured, conflicted — as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling her completely.

Nivi realised the thing which she didn't want is happening right away — the penetration, the fullness, the betrayal of her own body clenching around him.



She opened her mouth to say something — "Rohan, wait..." — but he brought his lips crashing down on hers in a lip-lock, swallowing her words, tongue invading deep and insistent.



Started moving his hips faster — thrusts controlled at first, but building, in and out with a steady rhythm.

In control — his body pinning hers, hands on her hips guiding the pace.





11.57 PM In Chennai


Prem typed a long paragraph

Typing deleting

Typing deleting — fingers hesitant, words not coming right.



Same time at Bangalore 


Rohan didn't leave her mouth — it was a long kiss, tongues battling, muffling her moans as he drove deeper.


His penis solidly crushing the pathway that got tight all these years — the stretch burning sweet, her walls gripping him like velvet vice, every thrust parting her with a wet slap of skin on skin.

He was pushing in, pushing out — deliberate, powerful strokes that made her body jolt with each entry.



12.10 Am  In Chennai..


Prem was looking around the room, eyes landing on her belongings — her favorite saree folded on the chair, the photo of them on the dresser. He picked it up, kissed it softly.


Whispered, "How I missed you," to her image, heart full.


He thought — how about write one note on her and send to WhatsApp.. It would evoke nostalgia, his love letter hidden. Then surprise at party hall..


He wrote a long letter but unsatisfied, tore it into pieces — small shreds scattering on the bed like confetti.



In Bangalore at 12.10 AM


Rohan his hands up — tore her nighty into pieces with a rip, fabric giving way under his grip, he unbuttoned her bra and threw away.. exposing her bare skin under to the cool air. 


Hungry, he bit her nipples hard — teeth grazing, pulling the hardened peaks into his mouth, sucking with fierce need while Nivi in ecstasy, her fingers scratching his hair, nails digging into scalp as waves of pleasure-pain shot through her.



All this while his penis still pounding her hard — relentless thrusts, skin slapping skin with wet, rhythmic sounds, the bed creaking under the force.


@ 12.13 In Chennai..

A strange feel Prem got — he thought he is going love again like in old days, he was jumping in bed joy, heart light, excited for her return.


In Bangalore..

As Rohan continues to pound her.. She stretched her leg more — opening wider, allowing him to go deep, her inner walls clenching around him with every plunge.


Her breasts are bouncing and dancing in the heat — full, fair globes jiggling with each powerful thrust, nipples hard and red from his bites.


12.20 In Chennai..

Prem finally resolute to send a big love message..


Love you Love you love you countless times messages keep coming like a machine gun — frantic, repetitive, flooding her chat.


12.20 Am In Bangalore


Rohan heard the frequent message...tone.. he realized it could be Prem.. But unsure the very thought kicked him — the idea of her husband sending something while he claimed her body — spurring him on.





He turned the deep fuck very fast.. He was storming her and pounding and raised the speed.. He was ramming now — hips slamming with force, the slap-slap-slap of flesh echoing under the sheet, bed shaking.

Nivi started shouting in pain — sharp cries mixed with moans, body trembling as the intensity overwhelmed, pleasure edging into ache.




They came together — orgasm was big and loud.. She shattered around him, walls pulsing, milking him as he flooded her with hot release, groans muffled in her neck.

They suppressed the message again — bodies collapsing, breaths ragged, the phone's notifications lost in the aftermath.

[heygiwriter]

Updated Chapters 31, 32, and 33. hopefully these last three were good enough with respect to erotism 

[readersp]

Awesome!!!

[Muralimm]

This was unexpected update for early that too from you

[heygiwriter]

Awesome!!!

Thank you

[heygiwriter]

This was unexpected update for early that too from you

Thanks hope the chapters are good.. I'm just free for a day so thought of finish a big