Adultery The Husband’s Doubt [Completed]

[Muralimm]

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

Take time waiting for the dramatic updates after this update

How she behaves in front of her husband

[Paul5]

Woh great yaar what a imagination marvles I think this story has been going on top stories of this site good job

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 34 – The Morning Messages


2 AM — Chennai

Prem never knew when he fell asleep.

The phone had slipped from his hand onto the pillow, screen still glowing faintly with the last message he’d sent.
Love you. Come home soon. I’m trying to be better. For us.

He had typed and deleted a dozen times before that.

Apologies for the years of control.
Promises to listen more, trust more.

Memories of their early days — the elopement thrill, the tiny room, her smile when he brought home his first paycheck.
Finally, exhaustion took him.

He slept deeply — dreaming of Nivi smiling like she used to, eyes bright with the fire he’d long forgotten.
Hoping tomorrow she’d see his effort.

Feel his change.

2 AM — Bangalore Penthouse



The moaning still filled the room — low, breathless, uncontrolled, a symphony of surrender that echoed off the high ceilings and glass walls.
They were on the second round — after a short break to catch their breath, bodies slick with sweat, sheets twisted and damp beneath them, clinging to skin like a second layer.

Rohan felt it this time.
Nivi was different.
Not just responding — taking.

Her hips rising to meet his thrusts with urgency, grinding back against him, demanding more.
Nails digging deeper into his back, leaving red trails that burned sweetly.

Mouth hungry on his neck, his chest — biting, sucking, marking him as hers with wet, possessive kisses.
She was too much into him.
Lost in him.

Completely surrendered to the rhythm — body moving in perfect sync, every roll of her hips pulling him deeper.
He moved slower now — deeper strokes, grinding against her with every plunge, feeling her clit rub against him, watching her face in the dim light filtering from the city below.

Every gasp that escaped her parted lips — soft, sharp, building.
Every flutter of her closed eyes — lashes trembling.
Every time her brows furrowed in pleasure — lost in the sensation.
She was his.
Completely.

The thought fueled him — thrusts steady, powerful, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing softly in the quiet suite, rhythmic and primal.
Her walls clenched around him — tight, hot, pulling him deeper with every withdrawal, as if refusing to let go.

He groaned into her hair — low, guttural.

She whispered his name — broken, desperate, a plea and a claim.

They came again — her body shuddering beneath him, back arching off the bed, walls pulsing and milking him in waves as he spilled inside, hot pulses filling her, marking her from within.

Collapsed together.

Breaths mingling — heavy, syncing slowly.
Sweat-slick skin cooling in the night air.

No words.

Just the quiet afterglow — hearts pounding in unison, bodies entwined, the world outside forgotten.

Morning — 6 AM, Chennai


Prem woke early, before the sun fully rose.
The room still quiet, shadows long.  He reached for his phone — habit.
No reply from Nivi.

He smiled anyway. She’d be tired. Travelling. Meetings.
Busy.

He lay there a moment, thinking.
How Nivi used to wake early — coffee brewing, Aara’s lunch packed, everything ready before he stirred.

He had taken it for granted.
Pushed her dreams aside.

Today, he’d make dinner.
Surprise her when she returned.

Show her the change was real.

He got up quietly — careful not to wake Aara in the next room.
Started the coffee machine.

The aroma filled the kitchen.
Felt good.
Like hope.

7 AM — Bangalore Penthouse


Sun rays scattered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, golden light spilling across the tangled sheets, warming bare skin.
Nivi woke slowly — body heavy, deliciously sore.
Felt the weight.
Heavy.
Warm.

Rohan — asleep on top of her, face buried in the curve of her neck, breath steady against her skin.
Arm dbangd possessively across her waist, holding her close.

His body still joined to hers — cock nestled deep inside, semi-hard from the night, filling her even in sleep.
She froze.

Memories flooded — the passion, the surrender, the multiple rounds until exhaustion.
Then shifted slightly — testing, adjusting.

The movement woke him.
He stirred — morning erection swelling instantly, thickening inside her, stuffing her fuller, stretching the sensitive walls anew.
A moan escaped her lips — involuntary, surprised, pleasure-pain sharp.

He lifted his head, eyes sleepy but darkening with want.
“Good morning, baby…”
Baby?

Nivi’s eyes widened.
Shocked.
“When did you start calling me…”
He silenced her with a slow grind of his hips — deep, deliberate circle that made her gasp.
From now on.

She stopped him — hand on his chest, fingers pressing.
“No… today we need to return. At least give me time to fresh up…”
But Rohan pulled her closer, lips brushing hers.
Kissed her — deep, lazy, morning taste of sleep and sex.

Round four started.
Slow.
Intense.



He moved with purpose — long strokes, grinding clit on every push, hand cupping breast, thumb teasing nipple.
She surrendered again — legs wrapping his waist, pulling deeper.

Felt spoiled by him.

A happiness — raw, new, better than anything with Prem.
When they came — shuddering together, quiet cries into each other’s mouths, bodies clenching in unison.
She reached for her phone on the nightstand — hand trembling slightly.
Screen lit up.


Dozens of notifications.
Prem.

No questions. Just presence.
The messages unread.
But there. Accusing..

[heygiwriter]

Woh great yaar what a imagination marvles I think this story has been going on top stories of this site good job

Thanks a lot..

[readersp]

Your pacing the story superbly.. keep going

[heygiwriter]

Your pacing the story superbly.. keep going

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

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 .

Thank you brother..

[tomdickharry2024]

Highly erotic update.. showing prem's desperation alongside Nivi's debauchery with Rohan is brilliant..  makes the scene so much more erotic. In my opinion this story doesn't require any additional pics.. highly erotic writing!

[Muralimm]

Absolute erotic update bro wonderful narration excellent work

Keep going like this

[Deepak.kapoor]

Thank you brother..

good work again . Your imagination is good .You have hooked me to your story .

[heygiwriter]

Highly erotic update.. showing prem's desperation alongside Nivi's debauchery with Rohan is brilliant..  makes the scene so much more erotic. In my opinion this story doesn't require any additional pics.. highly erotic writing!

Thanks a lot i just want to pass viewers an idea about visuals..

[heygiwriter]

Absolute erotic update bro wonderful narration excellent work

Keep going like this

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

good work again . Your imagination is good .You have hooked me to your story .

Glad you liked it :)

[tweeny_fory]

Thanks for the feedback

lovely writing friend.. enjoying the story as well as the novela.
i wanted to read till end and provide my reply, but cant hold myself.
story plot is going good, narrative is perfect
and loved the way the romance and sex came up and went

[tweeny_fory]

Brief Revisit: Chapters 1–9 of The Husband’s Doubt


Prem, now 30 and on the cusp of launching his own IT company, starts the 9th anniversary morning full of hope — a surprise office key for Nivi. But a suspicious phone call from her and a shocking reunion with Aaravind (the college rival who once tried to assault Nivi and still bears Prem's scar) reignite old insecurities. Prem rejects the deal, convinced Aaravind wants Nivi again, and seeks counsel from his old boss Pratap, whose ambiguous warning about men like Prakash plants new doubts.

Flashbacks reveal the couple’s origins: secret college love, brutal beating by Nivi’s father, Prem’s overthinking ruining his own father’s willingness to accept her, leading to theft, elopement, disownment, and desperate start in Chennai. Their tender first night, struggles for survival, and Prem’s growing protectiveness set the pattern. Prakash, the creepy colleague with a hidden craze for married women, manipulates friendship, moves them in, and nearly assaults an unconscious Nivi — stopped at the last moment by Prem. Pratap eliminates Prakash, Prem hides the truth to spare Nivi more trauma, and her surprise pregnancy brings joy amid guilt. Years pass: Prem builds his empire, overprotects Nivi (caging her dreams), raises Aara, and vows independence. The story loops back to the present sofa moment — doubts creeping again as Nivi is late, leading to the scooty accident and anniversary ahead.


Author’s Note / Disclaimer

So far, the story has been told almost entirely through the eyes of men — Prem’s memories, fears, and perceptions dominating the narrative, with Prakash’s dark thoughts adding another male lens. Nivi’s inner world remains largely unseen, her actions filtered through what Prem knows or imagines. This was deliberate: the flashbacks are Prem’s recollections, limited to his overthinking gaze, making her loyalty feel unbreakable and her beauty an object of obsession. 



Going forward, perspectives will broaden — Nivi’s voice, thoughts, and conflicted desires will emerge naturally, alongside Prem’s torment and the stranger’s calculated dominance, as the present-day events unfold from multiple angles. The slow-burn continues, but the plates are about to turn.




With Nivi so far seeing to be unshaken by mens so far will continue to be same?

• Will Aaravind strike a deal and finally claim her?
  
• Will there be a comeback for Prakash?
  
• What did Pratap truly want from the couple?
  
• What happens to Rakesh?
  

So many forces circled her — and she never broke.

Or has something new already begun?… the kind that doesn’t force its way in, but waits for her to open the door herself?



GUESS... & Answer your guesses 

one hell of a ride till now... good that the flashback was right pitch with key chapters and details...
yes we dont' know nivi's perspective.... and would love tounderstand and explore as well

so some of my assumtions
1. Aravind after meeting prem and with their history, i believe he wont easily leave prem and nivi. so he is going to come back
2. Prakash is a dead animal, but he got huge beatings fro other family where he had played. But but but,we don't know what happened to Rakesh at security officer stations. Did he escape? If rakesh is to take revenge it is first on Prakash, but if they both meet and wanted Nivi, the story may take lots of twists
3. Pratap if he wanted nivi (i dont think so), he could have done or tried anything in the 9 years, so we can still consider Pratap as a guide figure for the family

Even though the episodes we done, i wanted to share my thoughs.. let me see where do i stand and where the story has progressed so far

[Paul5]

But my opinion finally goes with pratap i wish final battle he got nivi and her daughter

[heygiwriter]

lovely writing friend.. enjoying the story as well as the novela.
i wanted to read till end and provide my reply, but cant hold myself.
story plot is going good, narrative is perfect
and loved the way the romance and sex came up and went

Thank you friend...

[heygiwriter]

one hell of a ride till now... good that the flashback was right pitch with key chapters and details...
yes we dont' know nivi's perspective.... and would love tounderstand and explore as well

so some of my assumtions
1. Aravind after meeting prem and with their history, i believe he wont easily leave prem and nivi. so he is going to come back
2. Prakash is a dead animal, but he got huge beatings fro other family where he had played. But but but,we don't know what happened to Rakesh at security officer stations. Did he escape? If rakesh is to take revenge it is first on Prakash, but if they both meet and wanted Nivi, the story may take lots of twists
3. Pratap if he wanted nivi (i dont think so), he could have done or tried anything in the 9 years, so we can still consider Pratap as a guide figure for the family

Even though the episodes we done, i wanted to share my thoughs.. let me see where do i stand and where the story has progressed so far

Looks like you are in middle of the story as you said earlier :) Hope it works well till latest chapter

[tweeny_fory]

hata dramatic ride bro
nivi just just had sex, but fully taken over by rohan in the 3d night together...
well manipulated and as i read my previous comment,s nono of them are powerful or manly enough to hold nivi with them...
rohan deserves this and he mastered it (throgh your imagination)

lets see whats in plan for the next episodes

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 34 – The Morning Messages


As Rohan grunted — heavy, final thrusts — his release flooded her, hot pulses deep inside, filling her with warmth that made her body clench one last time.

Nivi's hips ached from the intensity, thighs trembling, body still trembling in aftershocks, slick and spent beneath him.
She reached blindly for the phone on the nightstand — just to check the time, ground herself in reality.

The screen lit up under her fingers.
Dozens of notifications.
Prem.
Love you — countless times.
Long messages.
Apologies.
Promises.
Her heart stopped.
Shock froze her — breath catching, eyes widening in the dim morning light.

Rohan's penis still hard inside her — buried deep, pulsing with lingering aftershocks, keeping them joined.
He crashed on her — hugging tight, face buried in her neck, arms wrapping possessively around her waist, holding her like he never wanted to let go.

Breathing heavy against her skin.

He felt the unease immediately — her body tensing under him, the sudden stiffness where moments ago there had been surrender.

Yet he made small movements — slow rolls of hips, subtle thrusts, stirring the wetness, keeping the connection alive.
Sensing her distraction.

Rohan whispered, voice rough with satisfaction and curiosity.
“Anything wrong, baby?”
Nivi's voice small, barely audible.
“Prem messaged me…”

Hearing her husband's name — Rohan's penis throbbed harder.
Instant.
Thicker.

He hugged tighter — arms like bands, pulling her flush against him.

Prepared for another round — body ready, mind ignited.
Growled low in her ear.
Licked her neck — slow, wet trails along the curve.
Then sucked the weak spot — lips sealing, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough.
Tickling sensation.
Electric pleasure shooting straight to her core.

She shivered — body betraying, hips shifting involuntarily, a soft gasp escaping.

Rohan’s fantasy soared — the cuckold thrill he'd harbored in dark corners.

Prem sending texts while he was buried inside her.

Last night, the message tones had sped his thrusts — the thought alone kicking him into frenzy.

Now — the name on her lips, messages there — perfect fuel.
He could go again.
Forever.

Claim her while her husband begged for love.

But he sensed hesitation — the shift in her breath, the tension returning.

She might turn against him.
Even after everything — the surrender, the ecstasy.
He stopped.

Slowly pulled out — wet slide, both gasping at the sudden emptiness, her walls clenching around nothing.
Turned position.

Sat beside her — sheet pulled up modestly.
Saw the tears welling in her eyes.

“Baby… anything wrong?”
She showed the phone silently — screen full of Prem's desperate love.

She looked slapped — hard, face pale, eyes wide with shock and guilt.
Rohan knew.

Internal curse: Bastard. I just started. Anal, deepthroat, positions left… he's blocking already.
Outward — calm.
Comforting.

“It’s good. Good he’s trying to prove himself.”
She whispered, voice breaking.

“I did this… cheating… when he was returning to me…”
Rohan put a finger on her lips — gentle, silencing.

“This is pleasure. That’s love. Don’t mix.”
“Yes, I love you too. But we know it.”
and i' wont judge you for what you are now... i know how lovely you are.. its just your husband is lucky.. you love him

“You’re practical. We entered this knowing the rules.”
“As long as we hide… nothing he can find.”

“Better I give you back to him.”
“And yes — whenever we’re here, we can be this way. You can be yourself.”
“But in Chennai… live for society.”

Rohan never gave a real Opportunity for her to think .. he feed what he wanted to know.. a practical solution without breaking their affair.. and her marital life.

“One more time — don’t say you cheated him. We chose this.”
“I won’t enter your marriage as long as he treats you good.”

He kissed her forehead — tender, lingering.
Then a quick one on the lips — soft, reassuring.

Her response mixed — confusion, paranoia, lingering want in her eyes.
Then she finally spoke, voice firming.

"We had enough… give me breathing space. Let me think..."

Rohan gave the space he stood.. this is the first time Nivi saw him nude standing around.. he managed to pull a stunt that she barely had a sight of a muscualar man so manly nude before her...

Rohan moved towards pool.. nude dick throbing..


She looked herself then got back to reality.. she had too many question.. what if he catch her.. what if prem get to know.. how will i look at his face.. what i will do.. how i was this mindless.. reckless what have you done Nivii..


Moments later.

Prem called Rohan.
The ring echoed in the quiet room.
Nivi shocked knowing it was prem calling Rohan — eyes wide.

"Why is he calling you? Did he smell something?"
She panicked — heart racing.
Rohan calm. "Calm down. I'll take it. No one will have an idea about us stop panicking"

Nivi: "Put on speaker."

Speaker on.
Prem: “When’s your flight? Thought you’d come early.”
Rohan smooth, lying perfectly: “Sorry, buddy. Last night too much to explore and analyze in new business. Discussed late, slept late.”

Nivi watching — wondering why call Rohan, not her.
Rohan: “Didn’t Nivi tell you?”
Prem: “No, I didn’t call her.”

Rohan: “Okay, I’m yet to see her — maybe still sleeping? She might be tired after your regular calls. Should I knock her door?”

He lied perfectly to maintain the image — separate rooms.

Nivi raised thumbs up subtly — relief, admiration at his quick thinking.

Prem laughed lightly. "No, no — don't disturb her."
“Okay. I’m arriving at airport to pick her, Just text me the arrival time. Don’t tell — surprise.”
Nivi looked at Rohan — eyes wide again.
Then went to bath.
Long.

Hot water pouring over her — trying to wash away the night, the scents, the soreness.
Present better. Forget.
For Prem’s change.

If not for that — it wouldn’t feel like a one-night stand. But he did.

As Prem gave what she expected .. She wanted home.
Where her soul was — or used to be.

Then they got ready for the flight.