Adultery 100 Days with My Wife: One Women, Two Desires, One Eternal Love [Completed]

[Mukul@99]

Pure craft: strong structure, precise language, and real feeling. On Edge. Eagerly awaiting the next update.

[Deepak_The_Writer]

What happened no updates from past 2-3 days

[Deepak_The_Writer]

Writer, hope you are fine.. he used to give updates daily , don't know what happened suddenly?

[Mukul@99]

This hasn't happened before. Hope all is well.

[laljal]

I think we are heading in correct direction now. Just any one solid twist will make this story great. Before that we need to have a proper fuck, after all this is a sex story, we can't miss that part. She had a sex long time ago, she should be seduced in a way that, she feel like she had to touch herself, even after having a kid. She had to crave for a dick without thinking who's the man hanging it infront off her. Once the act starts, Her innocence should stay and as well as lust. All the best, your giving the best shot.

[Sanjay Sen]

[Mukul@99]

Hey .. Heygi
Eagerly awaiting & Looking forward for the next chapter.

[rhtkumar672]

Update please?

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 48: The Line We Crossed


Anandhi stepped out of Suriya’s flat as if the ground beneath her feet had suddenly become unstable. Her creamy saree felt too tight against her skin, her lips still swollen and warm from the kiss. The corridor light flickered faintly above her, casting long shadows that seemed to mock her confusion.

She had barely taken a few steps when she heard Suriya’s quiet footsteps behind her. He followed without saying a word, closing his door with a soft click.
Near her own door, Anandhi stopped abruptly and turned around. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, a storm of guilt, shame, and lingering heat swirling inside her chest.
“We crossed the boundary today,” she whispered, her voice barely holding steady. “We are doing this for his betterment… for Jeeva’s future. Please don’t take advantage of me. I know you love me and you want to marry me, but I’m still with Rahul emotionally. I may need time… Please don’t complicate it. Once Jeeva moves out, we need to stop this act. If… if something real develops between us later, we can speak about it then. But right now… this is only for show. Please understand.”
Her words hung in the air between them. She searched Suriya’s face, looking for reassurance, for any sign that he would respect the line she was desperately trying to draw.
Suriya stood still, his expression calm and composed as always, but his eyes held a quiet intensity that made her stomach tighten. He gave a slow nod, but didn’t speak immediately. The silence felt heavier than any words.
What neither of them knew was that Jeeva had stepped out of the flat just moments earlier.

He had been unable to sit still after witnessing the kiss. The image of Anandhi’s body softening against Suriya, the soft involuntary moan that had escaped her lips — it had torn something deep inside him. The chemical storm raging in his blood only made it worse: arousal and jealousy twisting together into something sickening.

He had come out for fresh air and a cigarette, hoping the night wind would cool the fire in his veins. Instead, he froze near the corner of the corridor when he heard their voices.
He caught every single word.
They had just put on an act…

The realization hit him like ice water. The photos, the sudden closeness, the deep kiss — it was all staged to make him back off. But Suriya had really kissed her. Deeply. Possessively. And Anandhi’s body had responded, even if only for a moment.

Jeeva’s jaw clenched hard. Who wouldn’t try to take advantage of a woman like her? He himself had planted the idea in Suriya’s mind — to seduce her, to make her his. Yet now, hearing them speak like this, something shifted inside him. His original plan resurfaced with painful clarity: he needed to set her up with Suriya for her better future. He couldn’t be selfish. Not with time running out.

Anandhi and Suriya suddenly noticed him standing there in the dim light.
Both of them froze. Fear flashed across their faces — clear, unmistakable. Had he heard everything?

Jeeva quickly masked his expression. He pretended he had just stepped out and hadn’t caught a single word of their conversation. With a forced casual shrug, he muttered, “Couldn’t sleep,” and walked past them toward the stairs, as if he was simply going out for some air.
Suriya and Anandhi exchanged a worried glance, but neither said anything as he disappeared down the corridor.

That night, sleep refused to come to Anandhi.
She lay on her bed in the darkness, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slowly above her. The kiss kept replaying in her mind like a cruel loop — the warmth of Suriya’s firm lips, the slick, intimate slide of their saliva mixing, the way his tongue had explored her mouth so thoroughly, licking, sucking, claiming every corner. She could still taste him. Still feel the heat that had flooded her body against her will.

Shame burned hot in her chest, twisting with something far more dangerous — a lingering spark of arousal that refused to die.
Tears slipped silently down her cheeks.

She turned her face into the pillow and whispered brokenly into the darkness:
“Rahul… why did you cheat on me? Why did you leave me like this? From the bottom of my heart, I still feel you love me… I still believe you will come back for me. No matter what happens, I will wait for you. Please… come back.”
Her soft, muffled cries filled the quiet room, raw and full of longing.

In the next room, Jeeva lay awake, staring at the wall. He heard every sob, every whispered prayer.
His heart twisted violently. She still hadn’t moved on. She was still waiting for him — for Rahul.
The weight of his plan pressed down on him harder than ever before.

Tomorrow, he decided, he would speak to Suriya.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 49: The Morning After


Jeeva woke up the next morning with a dull ache in his chest and a familiar heaviness between his legs. The chemical storm never really slept. He rubbed his eyes and walked toward the kitchen, hoping a simple cup of tea would help him steady his thoughts.

What he saw stopped him cold.

Suriya stood directly behind Anandhi in the small kitchen, his tall, muscular frame pressed close against her back in what looked far too intimate to be casual. One of his arms was wrapped loosely around her waist, fingers resting just below her navel, while his other hand rested on the counter near hers. Anandhi was stirring the tea, but her body was tense, her creamy saree pallu slightly disheveled from the closeness.

The scene was undeniably erotic.

Jeeva felt his cock twitch and harden instantly, the chemical reaction betraying him again. But something about it felt… calculated. Too perfect. Too convenient.
He took another quiet step closer.

That was when Suriya leaned in, tilted his head over Anandhi’s shoulder, and captured her lips in a deep kiss from behind.

Anandhi stiffened for half a second, her spoon freezing mid-stir. But she didn’t pull away. Suriya’s mouth moved slowly, deliberately against hers — warm, possessive, tasting her like he had been starving for this moment. His hand on her waist tightened just enough to hold her in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently coaxing hers.

Jeeva could read Anandhi's mind just by looking at her. 

it should be something like this his mind instantly told. 
This is wrong… we said it was only an act… I’m still married… Rahul…

And actually that's the thing happening there. 

She felt it was only an act but her body was already responding. A rush of heat flooded low in her belly. Her nipples tightened against the thin fabric of her blouse. A shameful wetness bloomed between her thighs. She hated how easily her body remembered the taste of him from yesterday — the slick slide of saliva, the confident stroke of his tongue. Her free hand clutched the edge of the counter, knuckles whitening, as an involuntary soft sound escaped her throat.

Jeeva watched from the doorway, jealousy slicing through him like a blade.
My wife…

The sight of Suriya’s lips on hers, the way Anandhi’s body subtly leaned back into him, the quiet little moan she tried to suppress — it all burned. His cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, pre-cum already leaking as rage and unwanted arousal crashed together. He had planned this. He had pushed Suriya toward her. Yet seeing it happen in real time felt like someone was ripping his heart out.

Anandhi and Suriya suddenly pulled apart, as they had just noticed Jeeva standing there.

Anandhi’s cheeks were flushed deep red. She quickly adjusted her pallu with trembling fingers and said, her voice slightly breathless, “Sorry…we didnt see you, you woke early? see tea is ready for you, Jeeva.”

Suriya turned toward him with a calm smile, though his eyes still held a quiet heat.

“Darling,” he said softly to Anandhi, the word carrying a subtle weight, “come to my house before you take your bath. I’ll help you with something.”

He gave her a small, intimate wink — gentle, but loaded with meaning.

Anandhi felt her stomach flutter nervously. Her thighs pressed together instinctively as a fresh wave of unwanted warmth spread through her core. She nodded quickly, not trusting herself to speak.

Later, when she was alone for a moment, Anandhi pulled out her phone and texted Suriya with shaky fingers:

Anandhi: Hope Jeeva will trust us now and believe us.
Suriya replied almost instantly:

Suriya: That was the hottest scene yet. He won’t suspect anything now. But thank you… your lips, the way you responded — you’re giving my youth back.

Anandhi stared at the message. A strange discomfort settled in her chest. She didn’t like how real it was starting to feel. She didn’t reply.

Meanwhile, Suriya recalled the earlier conversation that morning.


He had come very early and texted Anandhi: “Jeeva might have heard us speaking near the door last day. We need to make a stronger act today.”

He spoke the plan, 

Anandhi listen carefully, the moment i hear the door opening creak sound, i will hug you from behind, be calm and casual, when he steps near me i will kiss you. 

Anandhi: What kiss , i already said no kiss. 

Suriya: We already did once and he is doubting us, we have to do it real and im doing what you asked me, inform you prior and im doing it.

Anandhi looked at him, he said dont worry i will keep this short this time, we pretend we have not seen him and lets kiss, when you feel its longer, pinch me, lets act like we just caught in act and act normal. 

Anandhi looked at him and said keep it short. Dont make obvious noise and have an eye onkids room too, they wont awake now, but lets be cautious. 

he said okay. 

end of their conversation, Anandhi had reluctantly agreed, still torn between guilt and the need to make Jeeva back off.

Suriya knew very well that Anandhi was not truly ready for adultery or a new relationship. But he was determined to slowly induce those thoughts in her — using every method possible.

and it happend exactly like the bothe wanted. 

What Anandhi and Surya doesnt know is, Jeeva has strong doubt now, its too perfect to call out as a drama. Jeeva decided to confront Suriya in the evening when no one around. 

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Evening – The Confrontation

That evening, while Suriya was on a phone call in the corridor, Jeeva approached him.

He waited until the call ended, Suriya noticing it, he put his mobile down, he didnt cut the call but he decided to ask what Jeeva had to say. 

Suriya signaled? anything important you want to speak with me?

Jeeva took a deep breath and then said directly, his voice tight with barely controlled emotion, “I doubt if you two are really acting… or if something is actually happening between you and Anandhi.”

Suriya paused for a moment, then replied with quiet confidence, “I don’t need to prove myself with my Anandhi.”

The words “my Anandhi” landed like a punch.

Jeeva’s fists clenched at his sides. Fury and jealousy surged through him so strongly that his vision blurred for a second. My wife. My Anandhi. The possessiveness in Suriya’s voice made something primal twist inside him.

Suriya continued She is mine, my personal, whatever affair between us is personal, and i don't want you to anymore interfere  in our affair. and i dont wish to continue any conversation regarding this. 

Jeeva felt really bad, on how Suriya had dismissed him, he conveniently forgets how he had helped him to get near Anandhi. 

Jeeva said Okay, all i need to know is, if you two are real, i just want her to start a real family.. if you play around her like getting into just act to shut me, then i need to approach her, i don't need permission, i just need her and i will get her if i need. 

Suriya turned anger and said, she is not an object, she is a human and for the good sake of our friendship you can leave now before my anger goes to my head. 

Jeeva quietly left the place. 


What Jeeva didn’t know was that Anandhi was on the other end of the speakerphone, listening to every word.

When Suriya declared he didn’t need to prove their love — that it was personal — a small, unexpected spark of relief and confidence bloomed inside Anandhi’s chest.


For the first time since the kiss, she felt a strange sense of safety with Suriya. Unlike Jeeva, who kept pushing and declaring he didn’t need permission, Suriya handled it with maturity and strength. She thought, Trusting him might be the right thing.

She didn’t say anything out loud. She cut the call, opened her phone gallery, and looked at Rahul’s photo. Her finger gently traced his image. Deep down, she was torn.

She whispered softly to the screen, “Soon… I will fix this.”

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 50: The Planned Accident


That same night, after the kids had gone to sleep, Anandhi quietly slipped across the corridor to Suriya’s flat. Her heart was beating fast. She found him waiting, calm as always.

“I’m worried,” she whispered the moment the door closed. “Jeeva is going overboard. He looked so hurt today. What if this is getting too dangerous?”

Suriya gently took her hand and pulled her a little closer, his voice low and soothing.
“He is just testing us. Don’t worry. Maybe we should push a little more… make it look even more real. That’s the only way he will finally believe and leave you alone.”

Anandhi was stunned. Her eyes widened.
“Did you already have a plan?”
Suriya nodded. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered the next step.

“Tomorrow morning, you give him coffee and casually tell him you’re going to give me a towel and soap because I’m having a bath. He will silently follow you — I know he will. Once you reach my bathroom door, knock loudly so he can see you. When he’s watching, I’ll pull you inside and close the door — but not fully. You close your eyes. I’ll drop my towel and become completely nude. He’ll see me, but he won’t see you clearly because you’ll be standing opposite me. He’ll think you saw me naked. Then we kiss briefly… just enough to look real. After a few minutes, you come out with your clothes wet and half-transparent. That should be enough for him to believe how deep we are in this relationship.”

Anandhi’s breath caught. She felt uncomfortable, her cheeks burning.

“But… a kiss again? And wet clothes?”
Suriya’s voice remained gentle, almost reassuring.

“It has to look natural. Wear a simple white saree tomorrow… with a red bra inside the blouse. Once you’re wet, he’ll be able to see the outline clearly. But I promise — I’ll keep it short. Just enough to convince him. Nothing more.”

Anandhi stood there quietly, heart racing. She was uncomfortable, yet she trusted him. She didn’t fully realise what she was about to witness — or how much her own body might betray her again.

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The Next Morning – The Bathroom Scene

The next morning, Anandhi prepared coffee with slightly trembling hands. She carried a cup to Jeeva and said softly, “Here… I need to give Suriya a towel and soap. He’s having a bath.” You wash the cup yourself after sipping she said and left

Jeeva’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing. As soon as she left with the towel and soap, he silently followed her across the corridor, staying just out of sight.

Anandhi reached Suriya’s bathroom door. She knocked softly.
The door opened just a crack.

Before she could react, Suriya’s strong hand reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her inside. The door closed behind her — but not completely. A gap remained to make Jeeva see them, but Suriya can be seen more prominently.


Anandhi closed her eyes tightly, as planned, her breathing already quick and shallow.

What happened next was not entirely planned.

Suriya, pretending to reach for the towel she was holding, “accidentally” lost his balance on the wet floor. He stumbled forward with a low grunt. In the chaos, his hand shot out to steady himself — catching first her pallu, then instinctively grabbing the edge of her blouse.
The pallu slipped down sharply, almost tearing. The thin fabric of her blouse gave way under the sudden pull, the hooks popping open with a soft rip. The material parted, revealing a deep, full cleavage and half of her heavy breasts straining against the wet red bra, the upper curves of her areolas peeking shamelessly into view.

At the same moment, the shower curtain slipped further.
Anandhi’s eyes flew open in shock.

She saw Suriya completely naked — his tall, muscular body glistening with water, broad shoulders, defined abs, thick thighs… and his cock, big, thick, and already semi-hard from the tension of the moment, hanging heavy between his legs, veins prominent, the head flushed dark.
Her breath caught in her throat.
… it’s so big……

For the first time in her life, she was looking at another man’s cock — not in a photo or a dream, but right in front of her, inches away, wet and alive. A wave of shame crashed over her. I’m looking at it like a slut… I shouldn’t be staring… I’m married… Rahul… Yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away. The size, the thickness, the way it twitched slightly under the running water — it was overwhelming.
At the same instant, she became acutely aware of her own state.

Her pallu was half-torn and hanging loosely down her back. Her blouse was gaping open, the red bra now fully exposed, the wet fabric making her erect nipples clearly visible through the lace, half her breasts shamelessly spilling out of the cups. Water from the shower had already soaked her completely, turning the white saree almost transparent, clinging to every curve of her body like a second skin.

She felt horribly exposed. He can see me… half-naked… my breasts are almost out… my nipples are hard… he’s looking at me like this…
Suriya’s eyes darkened the moment he saw her breasts. For the first time, he was seeing them — full, heavy, creamy-white with a faint pink flush, the nipples stiff and begging for attention. A raw hunger flashed across his face, quickly masked, but not before Anandhi caught it. His cock twitched visibly, growing thicker and harder in front of her eyes.

He quickly caught her waist with both hands to “balance” both of them. His palms were large and warm against her wet skin, fingers almost brushing the underside of her exposed breasts, nearly caressing the soft, heavy curves that were spilling out.
Water from the shower poured over them in a steady cascade, soaking her creamy saree completely. The thin fabric turned completely transparent, clinging to every curve — her red bra now clearly visible, nipples hardened into tight peaks from the cold water and the sudden rush of adrenaline and shame.

Anandhi stood frozen, breathing fast and shallow, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. Her pallu was half-torn and hanging loosely, her breasts almost fully exposed, the wet red bra doing almost nothing to hide them.
Suriya whispered urgently, his voice low and husky against her ear, “It happened accidentally… but it’s perfect. He might see how deep we are in this relationship. Let’s make it look even more real.”

Before she could protest, he pulled her fully under the shower stream. Water cascaded over both of them in sheets. He leaned in and kissed her deeply — warm, wet, possessive. Their lips moved together, tongues brushing, saliva mixing under the running water. His hands stayed on her waist, thumbs slowly stroking the soft skin just below her breasts, almost but not quite cupping them.

Anandhi’s mind screamed stop, but her body reacted again. Heat pooled low in her belly. Her nipples stiffened painfully against the wet bra. A shameful wetness bloomed between her thighs despite the shower. The feel of his hard cock brushing against her stomach through the thin wet fabric made her thighs tremble.

After a long, intense minute, she pushed him away, tears mixing with the water on her face.

She rushed out of the bathroom, clothes completely soaked and transparent, pallu slipping, red bra clearly visible, hair wet and messy, breasts heaving with every breath.



Jeeva, who had been watching from the corridor, saw everything clearly. He didn’t miss the tears mixed with the water on her face. He knew that look on his wife’s face — it was sorrow, not just embarrassment. He wanted to beat Suriya for forcing her into his schemes. But then the cruel reminder hit him: Isn’t this what I wanted?


He calmed himself with great effort. Let him take her fully. But he felt heavy realising Anandhi’s turmoil. He didn’t miss her emotional breakdown on the other side.

Anandhi felt intense guilt crashing over her, mixed with an unwanted, throbbing arousal that refused to fade. She spent the rest of the day avoiding both men, her mind in turmoil.

In the afternoon, when she was finally alone, she sat quietly with Rahul’s photo in her hands. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she traced his face with her finger.

“I let another man kiss me… touch me… and my body responded again,” she whispered brokenly. “I’m so sorry, Rahul… But it’s just an act… right?”
She also wondered how such contrasting behaviour was happening. Two men wanted her. One seemed forceful, yet nothing had really happened between them (Jeeva). The other seemed supportive, understanding, gentle, and a big protector — but things were sexually happening only between her and the protector.

She could not understand why, or what she was missing.

Yet deep down, she also felt a strange, growing sense of safety with Suriya — he was calm, he wasn’t forcing her the way Jeeva was. That realisation scared her more than anything. The thought of too much dependency and trust on a man who wanted her, with whom she was crossing too many boundaries, terrified her.

The seed had been planted.
Despite everything, she was still inside his zone. Inside his plan.

She was slowly starting to trust Suriya more than she wanted to admit.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 51: The Resort Plan


The next day at college, Anandhi moved through her classes like a ghost. Her mind kept drifting back to the bathroom — the accidental slip of her pallu, the shocking sight of Suriya’s naked body, the way water had made everything transparent, the deep kiss under the shower. She felt a constant low hum of guilt mixed with an unwanted warmth that refused to leave her body.

At lunch time, as usual, Suriya picked her up in his car. They drove to their regular rooftop restaurant and sat at their usual table. Anandhi couldn’t face him. From morning onward she had barely looked at him, her eyes fixed on her plate or the view outside.
Suriya watched her for a long moment, then spoke gently.

“I won’t apologise for the accidents. It happened just like that.”

Anandhi finally looked at him, her eyes filled with a storm of emotions. Before she could say anything, a familiar voice cut through the air.
"Hello fake love birds"

Both of them turned, shocked.
Jeeva stood at their table, calm but with an intensity in his eyes. He pulled out a chair and sat down uninvited.
Suriya’s jaw tightened slightly. “How are you here?”
“I saw the photos you once showed me. I knew about this place. Thought you two would be here.”

Jeeva ignored him and looked straight at Anandhi.
“I saw how down you’ve been since yesterday. He forced something on you — I can sense it. Anandhi, just tell me honestly… did this man behave badly with you?”

Anandhi was torn. Should she say it was an accident (which would reveal their plan)? Or make up a different reason for her dullness? Her mind went blank. She couldn’t think of anything clever.

She immediately said, “Nothing… he is my would-be. It’s just a moment of disagreement.”
Jeeva looked at both of them, his expression softening a little.

“See? You two mistake me. Yes, it’s true — I wanted Anandhi to marry me. But if she loves you, I’m okay with that. It has to be genuine. It has to be sincere. It has to be consented, not forced. I got a different feel yesterday, so I volunteered to question you.”
He looked at Suriya.

Anandhi, sensing the rising tension, quickly added, “Whatever is between us is between us. You please stay away.”
But she couldn’t deny it — even though Jeeva looked harsh from the outside, he had thought about her emotions and preferences. A small part of her wanted to thank him, but she couldn’t.

Jeeva then asked her directly, “What makes you delay marriage?”
Anandhi blinked. “Why… what marriage?”

Jeeva said, “Yes. He has been sincere. He saved you many times secretly, without expecting anything back. He scored above me. I understand why you love him.”

He showed her videos on his phone — old footage of Suriya beating John and the others, the silent protection he had given her for years.
The old stories flashed inside Anandhi’s mind. She looked at both men — one who had been forceful but nothing had happened, and the other who had been supportive, understanding, gentle, and a big protector. Her eyes locked on Suriya in a quiet, thankful way.

Suriya cut the conversation short. “Thanks for speaking out, but we are fine and good. We hate interference from anyone. Let’s just have food.”

Suriya and Anandhi never gave a time for him to speak further, they cut short him , kept him at distance and avoided him. 

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That Night

The night came. Jeeva found a quiet moment and said to Anandhi, “I want to speak with you.”
Anandhi hesitated, then nodded. “Okay.”

They stood in the corridor. Jeeva spoke softly but firmly.

“Remarry. Marry Suriya quickly. I just have a few more days before I reach abroad. I wish to see you getting married.”

The continuous talks about her private life and better half irritated her. 

Anandhi could not control herself anymore. 

She shouted at him, “What do you think of me? Do you think I cannot stand on my own feet? Do I always need a man to share my life and bed? Because of you, I’m doing all these unwanted things. Shit!”

A slip from Anandhi, casually landed, she realised and shocked. 

The cat was finally out. 

Anandhi had indirectly admitted she had been doing all this just to avoid him.

She panicked, thinking he would corner her again and ask for a chance. 

but to her surprise, Instead, Jeeva looked at her with surprisingly calm eyes and spoke, “I knew this already. You two are acting. I hate this even more, but I have less time. You won’t understand my worry and feeling.”

She saw him scared imagining what would be his next 

He caught her hand gently.

“Suriya is best for you. He is gentle, calm. He loves you. He takes care of the kids.” so Say yes to him. 

The sudden change in his tone and thoughts, really surprised her. She looked at him and asked, why are you speaking like this as you are really caring for me.. 

 “Where was this Jeeva all these days?”

He said quietly, “I was always there. But I got into the heat. The heat of sexual thoughts on you blinded me. (He wanted to tell a believable reason) 

Now as the days near, I see the larger picture. 

Trust me — you need to move on with Suriya. Say yes to his proposal and marry him. 

But you guys are faking it. 


Anandhi said no no you misunderstood, we are truly lovers, we are marrying. 

Stop this act. 

I never saw any real love in your eyes or his eyes, even the kisses are fake. and that bathroom drama, ahve you ever said me what you gonna do after giving me coffee? you did that day, that's a deliberate attempt. 

okay lets agree you and him are loving each other. 

I need to see one true moment between you two. Once I see that, I won’t even ask for marriage between you two. 
I will just catch the flight and leave this place for pursuing my career.”

Hope you understand, i don't want you to marry immediately if you fear of society or some other factors, at-least i need something strong like you are in safe hand like a real men or love for yourself. as i could not see it i urgue you to marry him.

If you marry him early thinsg will go smooth , marry him make it legal. 

Anandhi listened silently. She said softly, see i love him truly and he too. but the thing is i cannot think of marriage. “I could not move away from thoughts of Rahul. I could not give his space to anyone…”

this is what pulls me down. 

She genuinely answered it and looking out for a clarity from Jeeva, like their good old days. 

Jeeva replied, “You need to give that space — for yourself. You need to give that space for Suriya and try. You always stuck here in this place. Same place same happenings, First we need to move from this place for a trip, use that place for having new moments with suriya. 

I already thought about this. 

He showed her the booked tickets and hotel reservation on his phone.

“I have booked a trip for us to a nearby hill station resort — this Friday to Sunday. Let’s go there and enjoy. I will take care of the kids. I will spend time with them. You spend time with Suriya. When I see you two as a real thing, I promise I will leave immediately in the next couple of days.” if i dont feel anything closer between you too exactly on the day of departure to abroad i will stay here, wont move. 


Anandhi looked at him for a long moment. Then she said, “Okay. Let’s give it a try about marriage. You promise me you will leave the place for your own good and career if you see our love for real?okay?”

“Yes,” he said.

Anandhi decided she needed to speak with Suriya — to plan something good for him.
She was unaware of what Suriya would plan when he heard this.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 51: The Resort Plan - continuation

That same night, after the kids had gone to sleep, Anandhi quietly called Suriya from her room. Her voice was low and tense.
“Jeeva just spoke to me. He has booked a trip for all of us to a hill station resort — this Friday to Sunday. He wants to see us as a real couple. He said if he sees genuine love between us, he will leave immediately for abroad and never interfere again.”
There was a short silence on the other end.
Suriya’s voice came through, calm but with a quiet edge of excitement.
“Just two days to go for the trip. Let’s plan something… something that will finally convince him.”
Anandhi’s stomach tightened. She didn’t like how eager he sounded, but she had already crossed too many lines. She simply said, “Okay,” and ended the call.

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The Next Morning
The next morning, Suriya found a private moment with Anandhi while Jeeva was busy with the kids.
He spoke softly, his eyes steady on hers.
“Let’s consider this trip as a real moment for us. Like in foreign countries, where a date is a good option to know each other better. We will stay in the same room. We will go around together. You will get to know me better.”
Anandhi was not interested. The thought of sharing a room, of being alone with him for three days, made her nervous. But she forced herself to nod.
“Okay… only to act before Jeeva.”
Suriya smiled faintly, but his eyes held something deeper — a quiet hunger he was careful not to show too openly.

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The Journey
Two days passed in a blur of preparation. On Friday morning, they all boarded Suriya’s car for the 12-hour drive to the hill station resort.
The journey was long and quiet. The kids played in the back seat. Anandhi sat in the front passenger seat, occasionally glancing at Suriya’s hands on the steering wheel. Jeeva sat behind, watching everything with a heavy heart.
They reached the resort as the sun was setting. It was nestled in the middle of the hills, isolated and peaceful. The resort itself looked unusual — each room was designed like an elevated tomb, with the front face made entirely of glass. Because of the scheduled private zone, no outsiders could see inside unless invited. The glass walls offered complete privacy… or complete exposure, depending on whether the curtains were drawn.
The first night, they settled in. The kids and Anandhi chose one tomb. Jeeva and Suriya stayed in another.
After dinner, Jeeva and Suriya had a quiet talk outside their tomb.
Jeeva spoke first, his voice low and urgent.
“Utilise this moment. Marry her quickly. I need to see you two as a real couple before I leave.”
Suriya listened calmly, but his deeper intention was clear in his mind. He replied, “Just inform her in the morning. If I cannot see real love between you two by the end of this trip, I might change my mind as soon as we reach back to town.”
Jeeva looked confused but nodded. “Okay.”
Suriya then added with a small smile, “I will challenge you something… and you need to challenge me back.”
Jeeva was puzzled. “What kind of challenge?”
Suriya didn’t explain further. He simply said, “You’ll see.”
Jeeva agreed, though a strange unease settled in his chest.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 52: The Challenge

The next morning at the hill station resort, the group split naturally. Jeeva took the kids to explore the nearby park and play area, giving them space to run around and enjoy the fresh mountain air. Anandhi and Suriya walked together along the quiet, winding paths lined with tall trees and wildflowers.

Anandhi felt increasingly nervous as they walked along the quiet, winding path that snaked through the resort gardens. The morning air was crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of pine and wildflowers, but she barely noticed it. Suriya stayed very close — closer than she was comfortable with. His hand occasionally brushed against hers as they walked side by side, sending small electric jolts up her arm. When the path narrowed between two flowering bushes, his arm slipped lightly around her waist to guide her, the warmth of his palm pressing through the thin fabric of her creamy saree. His voice was low and intimate as he pointed out small things — a bright orange bird perched on a branch, a cluster of purple wildflowers blooming beside the path — each comment soft, almost tender.

Every sudden closeness made her heart race. Her breath would catch for a second, and she would feel a strange flutter low in her belly. She started feeling odd about the entire dynamic. Suriya’s affection was gentle, persistent, and patient — nothing like the fiery, passionate intensity she had once known with Rahul in their early days. Rahul had been bold, teasing, full of laughter and sudden hugs that felt like home. Suriya’s touches were careful, almost reverent, like he was savouring every second. It felt… different. Too steady. Too real. Too fast. She didn’t know how to slow it down.
They passed a small souvenir shop tucked beside the path — a quaint wooden stall selling handmade mountain jewellery, scarves, and small wooden carvings. Suriya stopped and gently guided her inside. The shop was empty except for an old lady dozing behind the counter. He picked up a delicate silver anklet with tiny bells and held it near her ankle, his fingers lightly brushing her skin as he imagined how it would look on her.
“Would look beautiful on you,” he murmured, his voice low. “The sound would be soft… like you.”
Anandhi felt her cheeks heat up. The casual intimacy of the gesture made her stomach twist. Rahul used to buy me anklets too… but he would make me wear them right there and then, laughing while he tied them. Suriya’s touch was different — slower, more deliberate. It felt caring, but also possessive in a way that made her feel oddly exposed. She couldn’t fit him into the space Rahul once occupied in her heart. Rahul’s love had been loud, playful, and familiar. Suriya’s felt quiet, steady, and dangerously comforting. The contrast made her feel strange — almost disloyal.
They continued walking. A little further ahead, they reached a small open play area where children were running around on the grass. Suriya’s eyes softened as he watched them. He stopped and stood close behind her, his chest lightly brushing her back as he pointed out a little girl laughing while chasing a ball.
“Look at her joy,” he said softly, his breath warm against her ear. “Kids need that kind of happiness every day.”
His hand rested lightly on her shoulder, thumb tracing a small circle. The closeness, the gentle tone, the way he spoke about the kids — it all felt too natural. Too husband-like. Anandhi’s heart raced again, but this time it was mixed with a deep, uncomfortable ache. Rahul used to talk about our future like this… planning picnics, imagining the kids running around us. Suriya was filling that space too easily, too smoothly. She felt odd — like she was betraying Rahul’s memory by letting someone else’s affection feel this comforting. Yet she couldn’t deny the strange safety she felt standing there with him. It scared her how quickly her body and mind were starting to accept his presence.
Every gentle touch, every low word, every caring glance made her feel more conflicted. She didn’t know how to slow it down. She didn’t know how to push him away without hurting the plan. And worst of all, she didn’t know why a small part of her didn’t want to push him away at all.

She pushed herself away from him, moving a inch away from their closness, she mainained a distance when noon arrived, they stood apart but stand in same place, Suriya thought something got into her so he gave her the space. 

By noon, Jeeva returned with the kids, who immediately ran off to the small playground near the tombs, their laughter echoing across the quiet hill. He looked at both Anandhi and Suriya with a tired but sharp expression, his eyes scanning their faces for any sign of discomfort or closeness.

“You two look tired,” he said, voice edged with mockery. “Where did you go this morning?”
Suriya answered calmly, without missing a beat. “We are just creating moments.”
Jeeva let out a short, mocking laugh that cut through the mountain air.
“She always maintains a distance. Almost one day is going to end, and you are still warming up. At this rate, I might have to change my mind when we return home.”
Suriya’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice stayed composed, almost dangerously steady.
“Kiddo, we may look old-fashioned and distant outside… but let me challenge you, if you dare.”

Anandhi’s heart skipped a beat. A cold wave of fear washed over her. She looked scared, her fingers instinctively tightening around the edge of her saree pallu.

Suriya continued, his tone low but firm.
“Dare to check on us. Come to my tomb tonight. See us in action.”

Anandhi was shocked. Her breath caught in her throat. She instinctively caught Suriya’s hand, her fingers tight with fear, nails digging slightly into his skin. What is he doing? This is too much… unwanted one, not at all necessary… Suriya gave her a subtle hint with his eyes — Don’t worry. Trust me.
Jeeva raised an eyebrow, a mix of suspicion and dark curiosity flashing across his face.

“Oh, challenge? The tomb curtains are generally covered, so you are suggesting it, right?”
Suriya replied with a small, confident smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“I will just move a 1-inch gap for you. My darling hates people seeing us, but you are complete nonsense — you are not giving us privacy anyway. We treat it like a dog or cat watching us. But once you see us, you need to immediately go abroad. Deal?”

Jeeva stared at him for a long, heavy moment. The air between the three of them felt thick with tension. Finally, he nodded slowly.
“If you truly show something that proves you two are real close… I will withdraw and move to abroad by Wednesday. Deal.”

Anandhi stood frozen as Jeeva walked away toward the playground. The moment he was out of earshot, she turned to Suriya, her voice trembling with panic.
“I am not in for this.”

Suriya looked at her calmly, his expression gentle but resolute.
“It’s a staged act. Let’s close this once and for all. One last attempt to shut him.”

Anandhi was tense, her heart hammering against her ribs. She asked, almost whispering, “How are you going to pull it off?”
Suriya leaned closer, his voice low and steady, his breath brushing her ear.
“Let’s go nude under the bedsheet for the night.”

“What?!” Anandhi screamed softly, her eyes wide with disbelief and horror. Her hand flew to her mouth as if she could take the word back.
She was just a few inches away from seeing the reality of what Suriya was planning.

Would she see it?
Would she allow it?

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 53: Suriya Convince Anandhi with a heart to heart open talk


The sun had dipped behind the hills, painting the resort in soft orange and purple hues. The kids were already asleep in their tomb after a long day of playing. Anandhi stood outside Suriya’s tomb, arms wrapped tightly around herself, the cool mountain breeze doing nothing to calm the storm inside her chest.

Suriya stepped out, his expression calm but serious. He could see the fear and reluctance in her eyes. He gestured gently toward the small wooden bench near the glass wall of his tomb.

“Come. Sit with me for a moment.”

Anandhi hesitated, then sat down, keeping a small distance between them. Her creamy saree felt too thin in the night air.

Suriya looked at her for a long moment, his voice low and sincere.

“Anandhi… I know you’re scared. I know this is all moving too fast for you. I’m not here to force you into anything you don’t want. I respect you — more than you can imagine. You’re not just a beautiful woman to me. You’re a mother who has carried everything alone for years. You’re strong, dignified, and loyal even when the world has been unfair to you. I see you as someone who deserves to be cherished, not used.”

He paused, letting his words sink in. His eyes were gentle, but there was a quiet intensity behind them.

“I see you as the woman I want to protect. Not just for today, but for the future. I know you still carry Rahul in your heart. I’m not asking you to forget him. I’m only asking you to let me stand beside you while you heal. That’s why this act is important. Jeeva is not going to stop unless he truly believes we are real. If we don’t push harder tonight, he will keep pressuring you, keep doubting, keep interfering in your life. You deserve peace. The kids deserve stability. And I… I want to give you both.”

Anandhi’s eyes welled up. His words were logical, respectful, and strangely comforting. She felt the weight of his sincerity. For the first time, she didn’t feel like she was being pushed — she felt like she was being seen.

Suriya continued softly, “We already crossed some lines by accident in the bathroom. You saw me fully. I saw you half-naked. The damage is done. If we stop now, Jeeva will think it was all fake. But if we go one step further tonight — under the bedsheet, truly nude but hidden from his eyes — he will finally believe. He will see movement, he will hear us, he will think we are making love. That’s all we need. One strong moment to convince him. After that, he will leave. You will be free.”

Anandhi’s heart pounded. She looked down at her hands, voice barely a whisper.
“I… I’m not ready for this. It feels wrong. I feel like I’m betraying Rahul every time I let you close.”

Suriya nodded, his expression full of understanding.

“I know. And I respect that more than anything. I won’t look at you if you don’t want me to. We will stay completely under the bedsheet. We will remove our clothes there, throw them aside when Jeeva is watching, and act like we are making love. You can keep your eyes closed the whole time. I will stay on my side. No touching unless you allow it. This is only to end the drama once and for all.”

Anandhi sat in silence for a long time, her mind racing. The logical reasons piled up — Jeeva’s pressure, the kids’ future, her own exhaustion from the constant tension. She was tired of fighting. Tired of the guilt. Tired of feeling stuck.

Finally, she whispered, her voice shaking, “Okay… but only if you promise you won’t look at me. We stay under the bedsheet. You stay away. No one sees me nude. Not even you.”

Suriya nodded immediately, his voice gentle.
“I promise. I won’t look. We stay under the sheet. This is only to make him believe. Nothing more.”

Anandhi felt a heavy weight settle in her chest. She had agreed. Reluctantly. Fearfully. But she had agreed.


Suriya watched her carefully for a moment, sensing her lingering hesitation. He leaned in just a little closer, his tone still soft but practical.

“Anandhi… to make it look real, I will have to be on top of you — like in missionary position. We need to enact the movement. I will look straight into your eyes, not anywhere else. We can kiss while we do it. That will look the most natural… the most believable. I promise I will keep my eyes on yours the entire time. Nothing else.”

Anandhi’s breath hitched. The image flooded her mind — lying under the sheet, completely naked, Suriya’s body hovering over hers, their eyes locked, lips touching. It felt dangerously intimate. Too close. Too real. Her cheeks burned with shame and a strange, unwanted flutter low in her belly.

She stared at her hands, voice barely audible.

“…Only if you keep your eyes on mine. No looking anywhere else. And we stay completely under the sheet. No one sees anything.”
Suriya gave a slow, understanding nod.

“Only eyes on yours. I promise.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, the plan settling between them like a heavy blanket. They rehearsed the sequence quietly — the timing, the sounds they would make, how they would remove their clothes under the sheet, how they would move to look like they were making love. It felt clinical on the surface, but the reality of what they were about to do hung thick in the air.

They decided the time would be 10:00 PM. They expected Jeeva to arrive anytime after that.

Anandhi’s heart pounded as the clock ticked closer. She kept telling herself it was just one final act. One last performance to end the drama forever. But deep down, a quiet voice whispered that the line between acting and reality was becoming dangerously thin.

[devinnelust]

Chapter 53: Suriya Convince Anandhi with a heart to heart open talk


The sun had dipped behind the hills, painting the resort in soft orange and purple hues. The kids were already asleep in their tomb after a long day of playing. Anandhi stood outside Suriya’s tomb, arms wrapped tightly around herself, the cool mountain breeze doing nothing to calm the storm inside her chest.

Suriya stepped out, his expression calm but serious. He could see the fear and reluctance in her eyes. He gestured gently toward the small wooden bench near the glass wall of his tomb.

“Come. Sit with me for a moment.”

Anandhi hesitated, then sat down, keeping a small distance between them. Her creamy saree felt too thin in the night air.

Suriya looked at her for a long moment, his voice low and sincere.

“Anandhi… I know you’re scared. I know this is all moving too fast for you. I’m not here to force you into anything you don’t want. I respect you — more than you can imagine. You’re not just a beautiful woman to me. You’re a mother who has carried everything alone for years. You’re strong, dignified, and loyal even when the world has been unfair to you. I see you as someone who deserves to be cherished, not used.”

He paused, letting his words sink in. His eyes were gentle, but there was a quiet intensity behind them.

“I see you as the woman I want to protect. Not just for today, but for the future. I know you still carry Rahul in your heart. I’m not asking you to forget him. I’m only asking you to let me stand beside you while you heal. That’s why this act is important. Jeeva is not going to stop unless he truly believes we are real. If we don’t push harder tonight, he will keep pressuring you, keep doubting, keep interfering in your life. You deserve peace. The kids deserve stability. And I… I want to give you both.”

Anandhi’s eyes welled up. His words were logical, respectful, and strangely comforting. She felt the weight of his sincerity. For the first time, she didn’t feel like she was being pushed — she felt like she was being seen.

Suriya continued softly, “We already crossed some lines by accident in the bathroom. You saw me fully. I saw you half-naked. The damage is done. If we stop now, Jeeva will think it was all fake. But if we go one step further tonight — under the bedsheet, truly nude but hidden from his eyes — he will finally believe. He will see movement, he will hear us, he will think we are making love. That’s all we need. One strong moment to convince him. After that, he will leave. You will be free.”

Anandhi’s heart pounded. She looked down at her hands, voice barely a whisper.
“I… I’m not ready for this. It feels wrong. I feel like I’m betraying Rahul every time I let you close.”

Suriya nodded, his expression full of understanding.

“I know. And I respect that more than anything. I won’t look at you if you don’t want me to. We will stay completely under the bedsheet. We will remove our clothes there, throw them aside when Jeeva is watching, and act like we are making love. You can keep your eyes closed the whole time. I will stay on my side. No touching unless you allow it. This is only to end the drama once and for all.”

Anandhi sat in silence for a long time, her mind racing. The logical reasons piled up — Jeeva’s pressure, the kids’ future, her own exhaustion from the constant tension. She was tired of fighting. Tired of the guilt. Tired of feeling stuck.

Finally, she whispered, her voice shaking, “Okay… but only if you promise you won’t look at me. We stay under the bedsheet. You stay away. No one sees me nude. Not even you.”

Suriya nodded immediately, his voice gentle.
“I promise. I won’t look. We stay under the sheet. This is only to make him believe. Nothing more.”

Anandhi felt a heavy weight settle in her chest. She had agreed. Reluctantly. Fearfully. But she had agreed.


Suriya watched her carefully for a moment, sensing her lingering hesitation. He leaned in just a little closer, his tone still soft but practical.

“Anandhi… to make it look real, I will have to be on top of you — like in missionary position. We need to enact the movement. I will look straight into your eyes, not anywhere else. We can kiss while we do it. That will look the most natural… the most believable. I promise I will keep my eyes on yours the entire time. Nothing else.”

Anandhi’s breath hitched. The image flooded her mind — lying under the sheet, completely naked, Suriya’s body hovering over hers, their eyes locked, lips touching. It felt dangerously intimate. Too close. Too real. Her cheeks burned with shame and a strange, unwanted flutter low in her belly.

She stared at her hands, voice barely audible.

“…Only if you keep your eyes on mine. No looking anywhere else. And we stay completely under the sheet. No one sees anything.”
Suriya gave a slow, understanding nod.

“Only eyes on yours. I promise.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, the plan settling between them like a heavy blanket. They rehearsed the sequence quietly — the timing, the sounds they would make, how they would remove their clothes under the sheet, how they would move to look like they were making love. It felt clinical on the surface, but the reality of what they were about to do hung thick in the air.

They decided the time would be 10:00 PM. They expected Jeeva to arrive anytime after that.

Anandhi’s heart pounded as the clock ticked closer. She kept telling herself it was just one final act. One last performance to end the drama forever. But deep down, a quiet voice whispered that the line between acting and reality was becoming dangerously thin.

Awesome writing but It would be far more better if you use more real images or gifs. It really put life to the story. This is to mandatory but this is my advice for you. I really love visualize the story. Especially the erotic events.

[Mukul@99]

Love the way you structured it. A story with heat and substance. Scenes absolutely hot and the circumstances that lead to the scenes quite intricate. Very crafty, not a single gorgeous word is wasted. Highly entertaining & on edge. Eagerly awaiting & Welcome back.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 53: The Staged Night


They noticed Jeeva arriving near the tomb just after 10 PM.

Suriya moved the curtain exactly one inch, creating a narrow vertical slit of visibility. He turned off the main lights, leaving only a single small bedside lamp glowing dimly. The room was now bathed in soft, golden half-light — enough to give a clear idea of shapes and movement if someone focused, but still veiled in shadow. Every color, every curve of skin, every strand of hair could be seen if one strained their eyes.

Jeeva stopped outside. He opened his phone, turned on the flashlight, and pointed it toward the gap, announcing his presence without words.

Suriya smirked the moment he spotted the light. He leaned close to Anandhi’s ear and whispered, “Showtime, kiddo.”

He pulled her into his embrace and sealed a hungry, lip-to-lip kiss. This one was deeper and hungrier than any he had given her before — his mouth claiming hers with raw need, tongue sliding past her lips, tasting her fully. Anandhi’s hands came up instinctively, resting on his chest, but she didn’t push him away.
They were standing near the head of the bed. 

He pulled her into his embrace and sealed a hungry, lip-to-lip kiss. This one was deeper and hungrier than any he had given her before — his mouth claiming hers with raw need, tongue sliding past her lips, tasting her fully. Anandhi’s hands came up instinctively, resting on his chest, but she didn’t push him away.

They were standing near the head of the bed. With one swift pull, Suriya removed her pallu and let it drop to the floor. Anandhi, following the plan, quickly unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers trembling slightly as she pushed it off his shoulders.
God, his chest… she thought, eyes flickering over the broad, hairy expanse of his manly chest. The dark hair curled across his pectorals, trailing down in a thick line toward his abdomen. It felt so different from Rahul’s smoother, leaner frame. Masculine. Mature. Intimidating. A fresh wave of nervousness hit her. I’m undressing another man… this is really happening…
Suriya’s breath hitched as he watched her fingers work. Finally… she’s touching me. The sight of her delicate hands on his shirt, the way her breasts rose and fell under the blouse, sent a surge of heat straight to his groin. His cock twitched hard inside his V-cut brief. He had waited years for this moment — years of silent longing, years of watching her from afar. Now she was here, in his arms, willingly undressing him for the plan. He forced himself to stay controlled, but the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.
He reached for her blouse next, unbuttoning it slowly, one button at a time. The fabric parted, revealing the red bra underneath. His gaze darkened as he saw the full, heavy swell of her breasts straining against the lace, nipples already faintly visible through the thin material.
Anandhi’s face burned with shame. He’s looking at me… he’s seeing my breasts… She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet a traitorous heat bloomed between her thighs.
Suriya slid the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall. Then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her petticoat and pulled it down her legs. The petticoat pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it, now standing before him in nothing but her red bra and panties.

Suriya’s cock was rock-hard now, straining visibly against the front of his V-cut brief. The thick outline was impossible to ignore.

Anandhi’s eyes flicked downward for a split second before she forced them away. Oh no… it’s so big… so hard… Her face was inches from it as she bent slightly to help him. The masculine scent of him, the heat radiating from his body, the way the fabric tented obscenely — it made her feel dizzy. I’m looking at another man’s erection… I feel like a slut… what am I doing?

Suriya noticed her quick glance. A surge of dark satisfaction ran through him. She saw it… she saw how much I want her. He kept his voice steady. “Keep going… we need to make it look real.”

He pulled her closer and kissed her again, deeper this time, while his hands reached behind her to unhook her bra. The clasp gave way.
She stopped him, not here i feel shy he may see it. 


Suriya raised his voice just enough for Jeeva to hear outside.
“Buddy, my wife is a bit shy. We will do the rest under the bedsheet.”

He kissed her again, deeper this time, as they moved onto the bed. As planned, he came on top of her and covered both of them with a thin white bedsheet. 

First, he unhooked her bra with careful fingers. The red bra came away, and her full, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already tight from the cool air and tension. He didn’t look — he kept his promise, eyes locked on hers — but for the initial moment, he could feel the soft weight brushing against his bare chest. as he was adjusting there. 


Anandhi’s face burned with shame. My breasts are bare under the sheet… he can feel them against him… She felt horribly exposed, even though the sheet hid everything from Jeeva’s view.

Suriya then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs in one smooth motion. She helped him, kicking them off under the sheet. Now she was completely naked beneath him.

Anandhi’s heart pounded. I’m naked… completely naked under the sheet with another man… She struggled not to think about how close his body was, how vulnerable she felt.

Suriya removed his own V-cut brief last, pushing it down and throwing it outside the sheet so Jeeva could see it land.
Now both were fully nude under the thin white bedsheet.

Anandhi was murmuring under her breath, “Look only at my eyes… only my eyes…”
Suriya obeyed, keeping his gaze locked on hers. He made sure there was still a visible gap between their bodies under the sheet so it wouldn’t look too obvious from outside.

Anandhi was smiling nervously inside, thinking how simple and safe the plan was — no real skin contact, no crossing the final line. She felt relieved that she wasn’t being forced into anything slutty.

“Now let’s start,” Suriya whispered.

They began faking it 



Under the thin white bedsheet, Suriya started the rhythmic movement first — slow, deliberate rocking of his hips, the kind that would look like deep, passionate thrusting from outside. The sheet shifted and rippled with each motion, creating convincing shadows and outlines for anyone watching through the small gap in the curtain.

Anandhi followed his lead, her body tense and awkward at first. She let out soft, breathy moans — trying to make them sound natural, but they came out shaky and uncertain. Her hands rested on his shoulders, fingers digging in lightly as she moved her hips in sync with his, lifting and lowering in a simulated rhythm of lovemaking.



Suriya’s jaw was clenched with effort. He kept his promise — his eyes locked on hers the entire time, never drifting down to her naked body. But inside, his mind was on fire.


She’s moving under me… her breasts are brushing my chest… her moans are so soft…

He could feel the heat radiating from her core, so close to his throbbing cock. It took every ounce of control not to close the gap, not to press himself against her wetness. His erection was painfully hard, the head occasionally grazing her inner thigh when their movements synced too perfectly. He wanted her — badly — but he stuck to the plan, keeping the gap clear so it would look convincing from outside without crossing the final line.

From the narrow opening in the curtain, the scene looked intensely real. The sheet rose and fell with their rhythmic motions. Soft, muffled moans escaped — Anandhi’s breathy and hesitant, Suriya’s low and guttural. The dim light cast their silhouettes clearly enough: two bodies tangled together, moving in the unmistakable rhythm of sex.

Jeeva watched, his flashlight beam steady on the gap. His face was pale, his hand gripping the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. The sight burned into him — his wife under another man, moaning, moving, giving herself in the most intimate way. The chemical storm inside him made his own cock throb painfully in response, even as jealousy tore through his chest.
Under the sheet, Anandhi’s mind was a whirlwind.

Suriya whispered against her lips between fake moans, his voice barely audible, “Keep going… make it look real… he’s still watching.”

Anandhi nodded weakly, letting out another soft moan as she moved her hips in time with his. Her hands slid down his back, fingers pressing into his muscles as if anchoring herself.

The fake lovemaking continued — rhythmic, convincing, agonizingly intimate.
From outside, it looked like two lovers lost in passion.

Inside the sheet, it was a careful dance on the edge of something far more dangerous.

But it did'nt last like they thought. 

Jeeva watched from the narrow opening, his face pale. He realized there was still a visible gap between them under the sheet. That moment gave him a better idea of what happening, a drama to make him believe they were a thing.. 

A bitter laugh escaped him inside. 


Even after all these dramas, she never allows him fully. He felt partly happy that Anandhi was still protecting some boundary. But the kids were sleeping alone, and the thought made him uneasy. He decided to ignore the rest of their “performance” and go back to check on them.


He dropped his phone on the ground and walked away urgently toward his own tomb.

Suriya and Anandhi noticed the flashlight beam disappear. Both of them let out a heavy, relieved laugh under the sheet.
“Finally… he’s gone,” Anandhi whispered, smiling.

Suriya laughed softly too. “Yes… our plan worked.”
In that moment of shared relief, Suriya casually shifted his weight and fell fully on top of her, closing the deliberate gap between their bodies.
Their bare skin touched completely for the first time.

Anandhi was still smiling, thinking everything was fine — until she felt it.
Suriya’s hard, thick cock was now pressed directly against her entrance, hot and throbbing. With a slight, almost accidental adjustment of his hips, the head nestled right between her wet folds.

Anandhi’s smile froze.

She realised with shocking clarity that they were no longer acting.

Their bodies were fully naked, tangled together under the thin white sheet, skin against skin, his cock resting intimately against her most private place.

[Deepak_The_Writer]

Erotically written, waiting for more updates

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 54: The Line That Disappeared, Anandhi finally gets fucked.


Their bodies were fully naked, tangled together under the thin white sheet, skin against skin, his cock resting intimately against her most private place.


Suriya looked into her eyes, his gaze steady and intense. He placed a quick lip-to-lip kiss on her mouth — soft, almost tender. Anandhi was lost in the reality of the moment, her mind still reeling from the sudden press of his bare body on hers. When he moved in for another, deeper kiss, she turned her face away, her voice barely a whisper.

“We should stop faking…”

Suriya paused, breathing heavily against her cheek. He searched her eyes for a long moment before replying, his voice low and rough with restrained need.
“Yes… we should stop faking.”

Anandhi’s heart hammered. “We did it for Jeeva. Now he is gone…”
Suriya took a deep breath, his body still hovering over hers, the heat of his skin searing into her. His cock remained pressed against her entrance, throbbing with every heartbeat.

“You know I love you,” he said quietly, his voice thick with years of unspoken longing. “I wanted you with me, but I always felt you looked down on my love. Maybe I should say the truth now.”

Anandhi turned her head back to him, fear flickering in her eyes. She was terrified of what he might say next.
Suriya continued, his tone gentle but honest.
“You know you came all the way here, making yourself nude under me… that’s not something you did only out of fear for Jeeva. You care for him too much. I think… you kind of love him. Don’t see this as an accusation. I just feel what I wanted to tell you. Now you reject me… I was not chasing you for years, but I deeply liked you and loved you. Maybe my gentleness is what women generally don’t like.”
Anandhi’s eyes widened. “No… I didn’t love him. And you… you are a dream man for any woman.”
Suriya shook his head slowly, his body lowering just a fraction more, pressing his weight onto her in a casual but deliberate way.
“We should be honest with each other.”

By saying this, he freely let his body settle fully on top of hers, their bare skin now completely flush — chest to chest, thighs entangled, his thick, hard cock nestled right against her slick entrance.

Anandhi’s breath hitched. “No… you misunderstood me. I don’t love him. Yeah, I like him… just like I like you.”

Suriya’s voice dropped even lower, husky with four long years of suppressed desire.
“For years of love, for years of protecting you without expecting anything… won’t I expect something in return? I expect that as love. Don’t stop me…”
He positioned the thick head of his penis manually against her entrance, rubbing it slowly up and down her wet folds with tiny, teasing movements.

Anandhi realised exactly what he was doing. She wasn’t terrified — but a heavy wave of guilt crashed over her. She felt low, comparing herself, wondering why Suriya felt he had to prove himself against Jeeva. Yet her body responded with a shameful rush of wetness, her pussy clenching involuntarily around nothing.

“Pay back my love with your love,” he whispered, his cockhead scratching teasingly at her entrance with small, deliberate circles. “For four years I had no sex. I know you too would not have had anything for years. You controlled yourself for Rahul… I controlled myself for your dignity, for your love…”

Anandhi was still looking into his eyes, her own wide and conflicted, while his penis continued rubbing insistently against her slick folds.
“I need you tonight,” Suriya continued, voice rough with need. “Pay me back my love, my care — not just for today, but forever.”

Anandhi looked serious. She knew exactly what he was referring to. His penis made a small, testing push — the thick head parting her folds just slightly, stretching her entrance.

She frowned, realising what it meant. Her eyes went wider as she felt the real pressure — his cock making a serious attempt to enter her.

Suriya pulled his hips back slightly, then pushed forward forcefully.
A loud, broken moan tore out of Anandhi’s mouth as he sank deep inside her in one powerful thrust.



It was very different from what Rahul would do. Rahul had always been softer, gentler in bed — asking for permission, preferring to smooch and caress first before making vaginal entry. Suriya was the complete opposite — gentle and respectful outside, but a rough, hungry man in bed. One full, deep push and she realised what was going to happen to her body.


The sudden stretch, the fullness, the way his thick cock filled her completely — it was overwhelming. The thought of Rahul made her eyes wet instantly. Tears rolled down her cheeks even as her walls clenched tightly around him.

Suriya immediately lowered his head, kissing her wet cheeks, then her lips, his hands cradling her head possessively, taking her fully under his body’s control. She lay flat on the bed while he began riding her — slow, deep strokes at first, then building into a steady, powerful rhythm.

Anandhi was in shock, still processing that she was now having sex with her neighbour — her new lover, Suriya. Her mind screamed guilt, but her body was responding helplessly, hips lifting to meet his thrusts.

Suriya threw the bedsheet away with one swift motion, exposing their joined bodies completely to the dim light. Their eyes locked on each other’s naked forms — her full breasts bouncing with every thrust, his muscular chest and abs flexing as he drove into her.

Her hands instinctively hugged his back, nails digging into his skin as he fucked her harder.


Twenty minutes of non-stop, deep riding passed. Anandhi finally came with a loud, broken moan, her walls spasming tightly around him. Suriya followed right after, burying himself deep and cumming inside her with a guttural groan.


At the end of it, he kissed her forehead deeply, then noticed she was full of tears beneath his body, her face wet and conflicted.

He stayed inside her, breathing heavily, looking down at her with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.

The room fell silent except for their heavy breathing.

Anandhi lay beneath him, chest rising and falling rapidly. As the pleasure slowly ebbed, reality crashed over her like a cold wave.
Oh God… I actually had sex with Suriya.

She was not sure how she had permitted it. One moment it was supposed to be fake, the next his thick cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her, claiming her. She had moaned. She had moved with him. She had cum around him.
Silent tears began to flow down her cheeks. She cried uncontrollably, her body shaking with guilt and shame.

That was when she noticed the shadow outside.
Suriya’s head was buried in the crook of her neck, his breathing still ragged. He couldn’t see anything. But she could.

It was Jeeva.

His face was pressed close to the small gap in the curtain. The expression on it was something she could not name — a devastating mix of sorrow, disappointment, pain, and raw betrayal. His eyes were hollow, as if he had just watched his entire world shatter.

Seeing his face, Anandhi lost herself completely. She knew she had deeply hurt him. The man who resembled her husband — the man she still carried in her heart — was standing there, watching her naked and freshly fucked by another man.

She just wanted him to move aborad for his better future, not to see this humilation and betrayls. 

She wanted to dress and run out to console him, to explain, to beg for forgiveness.

But something shifted.
Suriya’s cock, still buried deep inside her, began to harden again. Alarmingly fast. It swelled and thickened, stretching her sensitive walls once more.
He moved his hips just a little — a slow, lazy grind — and her nipple ached as his teeth grazed it gently.
Anandhi looked down in shock.

Her vagina was tightly packed again with his penis, the thick shaft glistening with their mixed fluids. Her nipple was caught between his teeth as he began to suck and bite softly.
Suriya lifted his head, eyes dark with fresh hunger, and whispered against her breast, “Round two…”
Anandhi’s tears continued to fall silently, but her body betrayed her once again — a fresh wave of wetness coating his cock as he started moving inside her.