Adultery Husband's Controlled Fantasy Gone Wrong: Wife's Dilemma, Neighbor's Gain

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New Story: Sneha - Gautham - Suresh (As in AI Generated Image order)

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Suresh - Sneha - Gautham 

A Quick Dive into their world. 

Chapter 0 - Backstory

In the upscale high-rise apartments of Whitefield, Bangalore, Suresh (38) and Sneha (36) shared a marriage that surprised everyone around them. Theirs was a completely arranged match — two strangers who met only a few times before the wedding. Yet within years they had built such a warm, open friendship and deep emotional bond that most people assumed it must have been a love marriage. They communicated freely, laughed easily, and in their early married life explored every sexual fantasy and kink together with excitement. But after their daughter Ramya was born ten years ago, and especially as she grew older, the passionate heat between them gradually faded. Sneha, a graceful and curvaceous woman with deep expressive eyes and a naturally alluring 34D-30-36 figure, quietly chose to become the perfect dutiful wife and devoted mother. She never entertained any outside thoughts or temptations — she simply accepted the cooling routine as her new normal. Suresh, a sharp and ambitious marketing executive, grew more and more frustrated with their quick, mechanical sex and the growing emotional gap.

Frustrated by the fading spark, the past few years had been especially tough on Suresh’s sexual life. Ever since Sneha’s mother passed away two years ago, little Ramya had started preferring to sleep with her mother every night. What began as comfort slowly became a habit, completely breaking their intimate nights. Suresh would occasionally take leave from work just to steal some daytime moments with Sneha, but those encounters had become rushed, mechanical, and unsatisfying — Sneha would simply lie there, fulfilling her duty with little passion or response. He started feeling that both of them were losing the spark entirely and believed the root cause was Ramya always occupying their bed at night.

Determined to reclaim his wife, Suresh made the hard decision a year ago to send 10-year-old Ramya to a reputed boarding college hostel for her better education and future. Sneha had fought bitterly against it, but he remained firm. Though Sneha initially believed it was purely for Ramya’s benefit, she later understood Suresh’s deeper intention. Without blaming him, she promised she would take better care of his needs. On weekends, Suresh himself would bring Ramya home, hoping the extra privacy during the week would reignite their fire. Yet even after a year, their sex remained cold and mechanical. Recently, Suresh had even begun struggling with occasional erectile issues, a humiliating reminder that time was running out. He was only hoping for the best — desperate to save their once-passionate married life.

That hope took an unexpected turn one evening when the doorbell rang. Their opposite flat had a new neighbor. When Suresh opened the door, he found himself face to face with Gowtham — a 26-year-old sturdy and athletic IT engineer with broad shoulders, thick muscular arms, and a confident masculine presence that immediately commanded attention. Freshly relocated to Bangalore, Gowtham smiled politely… but his eyes had already noticed Sneha standing behind her husband.

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Chapter 1 - The Bell Rang.

Suresh was still lost in thought, staring at the half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand, replaying last night’s humiliating failure. He had been rock hard with desire, pulling Sneha into bed after weeks of planning. But the moment he tried to enter her, his cock had softened halfway. Sneha had gently stroked him, whispering that it was just work pressure, but nothing worked. The erection had died completely. She had kissed his forehead and told him not to worry, yet the shame still burned in his chest. Am I getting old? Is our fire really gone forever?

The doorbell rang again.

Sneha called from the kitchen, “Suresh, door!”

He opened it and found a tall, sturdy young man standing there with a warm smile. Broad shoulders filled out his simple black t-shirt, thick muscular arms visible even in the relaxed stance, and a confident posture that instantly made Suresh feel… smaller.
“Hi Sir, I’m Gowtham. Just moved into the opposite flat today,” the young man said in perfect Tamil, extending his hand. “I wanted to invite both of you for the milk ceremony tomorrow morning. It’s nothing big — just boiling milk for the new house.”

Sneha came to the door wiping her hands on her saree pallu. The moment Gowtham’s eyes landed on her, something flickered in them — a quick, hungry glance that Suresh didn’t miss.
“Oh, you’re Tamil too!” Sneha exclaimed with a surprised smile. “We thought you must be Kannadiga or something. We are also Tamilians — Suresh and Sneha.”

Gowtham grinned, showing perfect white teeth. “Yes akka, from Chennai. Shifted for a new startup here in Whitefield. I have to be in Bangalore only three days a week. Rest I can manage from here.”

They chatted for a couple of minutes — light, friendly talk about the apartment complex, the traffic, and how Gowtham was still unpacking. But Suresh’s mind was elsewhere. The shame from last night kept replaying: his limp cock slipping out of Sneha, her polite but disappointed silence, the way she had turned to her side afterwards. He barely heard the conversation.

Gowtham suddenly looked at him and said casually, “Bro, we are all from the same state. Don’t worry about anything. If you have any trouble, just tell me. I’ll fix it for you… I’ll do what you cannot do.”
The words landed like a spark on dry grass.

Suresh’s mind twisted them instantly into something filthy. I couldn’t fuck her last night… so you’re going to do it? You’ll do what I cannot?
A strange, disgusting heat rushed through his body — part shame, part unexpected twitch in his groin. He panicked.

“Sorry, Gowtham… I’m a little distracted today,” Suresh muttered quickly. “We’ll definitely come tomorrow morning.”
As Gowtham turned to leave, he hesitated at the door, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Sneha noticed. “What happened? Anything else?”
Gowtham gave a sheepish smile. “Actually… I don’t know how to cook properly. Tomorrow some friends and colleagues are coming for the ceremony. If you could just help me make some tea… I’d really appreciate it, akka.”

Sneha laughed softly, the sound warm and melodic. “Of course! Don’t worry. I’ll come early and help you with everything.”
Something twisted deeper inside Suresh’s chest. The image of his beautiful, curvaceous wife moving around in Gowtham’s kitchen, wearing her simple home saree, while this young, muscular Tamil guy watched her… it hit him harder than it should have.
He forced a smile and closed the door.

Later that night, as Sneha slept peacefully beside him, Suresh lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His hand unconsciously moved to his cock, which was now half-hard just from the strange thoughts swirling in his head.
What the hell is wrong with me?

Tomorrow he would go to the doctor after helping at Gowtham’s place. He needed to fix this. He needed his wife back.
But deep down, a dangerous new spark had already been lit — one that would change everything.

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Chapter 2 – The Milk Ceremony  

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The next morning, Suresh and Sneha stepped out of their flat at 8:15 AM.

Sneha had chosen a beautiful bright orange silk saree that perfectly complemented her fair skin and curvaceous figure. The saree clung elegantly to her 34D breasts and wide hips, with a deep maroon blouse that showed just a hint of her deep cleavage whenever she moved. Her long hair was neatly braided with fresh jasmine flowers, and a small red bindi adorned her forehead. She looked traditionally beautiful — every bit the graceful Tamil wife.

When they knocked on Gowtham’s door, it opened to reveal the young man in a crisp white veshti (dhoti) and a simple white sattai (shirt), the traditional Tamil look for auspicious occasions. The veshti sat low on his waist, and even through the thin cotton, his sturdy, athletic build was impossible to ignore — broad shoulders, thick muscular arms, and a strong chest that strained slightly against the shirt buttons.
“Vanakkam anna… vanakkam akka!” Gowtham greeted them with a bright smile, his deep voice warm and respectful.

Suresh chuckled, trying to sound light-hearted. “Dei Gowtham, you’re calling me ‘anna’ and her ‘akka’? People will think we are brother and sister, not husband and wife! If you’re calling me anna, then call her Anni from now on.”

Gowtham paused for a second, then grinned widely, showing his perfect teeth.

“Anni…” he tested the word, letting it roll slowly off his tongue while looking straight at Sneha. “Yes, that sounds much better. Vanakkam Anni.”
Sneha blushed slightly at the new address but smiled politely. “Come on, let’s start the ceremony before the milk boils over.”

Inside, the small pooja began. Sneha took charge naturally, moving gracefully in her orange silk saree. Every time she bent to arrange the fruits or light the lamp, the pallu shifted, giving Gowtham teasing glimpses of her deep cleavage and the soft curve of her waist. Gowtham’s eyes followed her hungrily, though he kept his tone respectful.

“Anni, the way you’re doing everything… it feels like home already,” he said while standing close, helping her with the brass pot. His strong arm brushed lightly against hers as he poured the milk.

Suresh noticed everything.

After the milk boiled over successfully (a good omen), a few of Gowtham’s colleagues arrived. While the men sat in the hall talking, Sneha stayed back in the kitchen preparing tea and snacks in her elegant orange saree.

Gowtham soon joined her.

“Anni, let me help,” he said, standing right behind her. His tall, sturdy frame towered over her as he reached for the tray above her head. For a moment, his muscular chest nearly pressed against her back, and Sneha could feel the heat radiating from his body.

She laughed softly, unaware of the storm building. “You don’t have to, Gowtham. I can manage.”
“But Anni, you’re my neighbor now. I should learn from you,” he replied, his voice low and smooth, the word “Anni” sounding dangerously intimate now.

When they finally returned to their flat after the ceremony, Suresh was unusually quiet.
That night, after Ramya’s weekend call ended and Sneha had changed into her nighty, Suresh pulled her close on the bed. His hands roamed over her still-saree-scented body, squeezing her heavy breasts.

But once again, his cock only managed a weak semi-hard state.
Sneha gently stroked his chest. “It’s okay, Suresh… don’t force it.”
As she turned to sleep, Suresh lay awake, heart racing.

His mind kept replaying the scene — Gowtham in his white veshti, calling his wife “Anni” with that deep voice… the way the young man’s eyes devoured Sneha in that orange silk saree… how close he had stood behind her in the kitchen.

For the first time in many months, Suresh’s cock grew fully hard on its own.
He closed his eyes and slowly started stroking himself, shame and excitement mixing dangerously in his mind.

What if I tell Sneha tonight… just as fantasy?
What if I tell her how Gowtham was looking at her… how he called her Anni?

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super start

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Chapter 3 – The Doctor and the Decision


The next morning, Suresh left early, telling Sneha he had an important meeting. Instead, he drove straight to a discreet clinic in Koramangala.
Dr. Arvind Menon — his old college friend — sat across the table, reviewing the reports after a full check-up.

“Nothing alarming, Suresh,” Arvind said calmly. “Your testosterone levels are slightly low for your age, but nothing critical. This is mostly stress-related ED combined with performance anxiety. The more you worry about it, the worse it gets.”
Suresh nodded, ashamed.

Arvind leaned forward. “Talk openly with Sneha. Spend more time on foreplay — kissing, touching, teasing. Don’t rush into penetration. And if you both feel comfortable… try some harmless role play. Keep it in your control. Fantasy is powerful medicine, but never let it cross into reality. Understand?”

Suresh left the clinic with mixed feelings — relief that nothing serious was wrong, but heavy anxiety about what he had to do next.

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It was the weekend. Ramya was back home.

The moment Suresh entered the flat, he saw Sneha glowing. She was sitting on the floor with their daughter, helping her with craftwork, laughing freely in a simple blue saree. The happiness on Sneha’s face whenever Ramya was around always hit him hard. This was exactly why he had sent their daughter to hostel — and yet, seeing them together made him feel guilty.

He quietly went into the bedroom and locked the door.

Opening his laptop, Suresh started searching forums — “erectile dysfunction roleplay”, “hotwife fantasy safe”, “ED cured by fantasy”. He spent nearly two hours reading thread after thread.

Most people warned strongly:

“Never bring a real person into your bedroom. Roleplay with celebrities or imaginary characters only.”
“Real third-party fantasies often destroy marriages.”
“Affairs start as ‘just fantasy’ and end in disaster.”

But some threads spoke about successful couples who used bold kinks and stayed strong.
Suresh’s mind drifted back to their wilder days.

When Ramya was five, they had dropped her at Sneha’s mother’s place and gone on a long drive. In a deserted stretch near paddy fields, he had made Sneha get half-naked in the car. They had fucked like animals in the hidden fields, the thrill of possible discovery making them crazy. Another time, he had “accidentally” let a delivery guy see Sneha in just a towel that slipped. She had pretended to be angry later, but her wetness that night told a different story. She used to secretly click photos of busty women in malls and send them to him with naughty captions. They had even bought masks of their favorite actors and actresses and roleplayed entire scenarios.

They were shameless with each other. Best friends who shared the darkest desires.
But they had one golden rule — never bring a real third person inside their boundary.
And yet…

Today, Suresh’s cock was rock hard only when he thought of Gowtham calling Sneha “Anni”… Gowtham’s strong body pressed behind her in that orange silk saree… Gowtham’s thick arms around his wife.
He hated himself for it.

That evening, after Ramya went to sleep in her room, Suresh finally gathered courage.
He sat beside Sneha on the bed. She was applying moisturizer on her arms, still in her blue saree.
“Sneha… we need to talk,” he said softly.

She turned, noticing the seriousness in his voice. “What happened?”
Suresh took a deep breath.
“I went to a doctor today. It’s stress and age… nothing serious. He said we should talk openly. Spend more time on foreplay… and if needed… try some roleplay. Just fantasy. Nothing real.”

Sneha looked at him quietly for a long moment.
“You want to bring back our old games?” she asked gently.
Suresh nodded, then hesitated.

“Not exactly our old games…” His voice dropped. “There’s this new neighbor… Gowtham. Yesterday, when he called you ‘Anni’… and the way he looked at you in that orange saree… I… I got hard for the first time in weeks just thinking about it.”
Sneha’s eyes widened in shock.
“Suresh… what are you saying?”

“I know it sounds disgusting,” he said quickly, holding her hand. “I don’t want anything real. Just harmless roleplay. Like we used to do with actors. You can be the innocent Anni… and I’ll be the husband who notices how the young neighbor looks at his wife. Just talk. Just fantasy. Nothing more. I promise I’ll keep full control.”

Sneha stared at him, cheeks flushed. A mix of surprise, hesitation, and something else — something she quickly buried.
She looked down at her hands.

“I… I don’t know, Suresh. I know its just fantasy. We have done worse than this? you remember 5 years back you made me half nude before a stranger.. but we are getting aged, we need to be more more responsible..”


But she didn’t outright refuse.

Suresh’s heart pounded. His cock was already straining in his pants just from saying Gowtham’s name out loud.

“Sneha… lets just try once. lets see if this works?!.”

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Chapter 4 – The Reluctant Talk


Sneha sat on the edge of the bed, her blue saree slightly crumpled. The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp. She listened quietly as Suresh finished explaining his conversation with the doctor and the wild idea that had taken root in his mind.
After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice soft but firm.

“Ramya is here, Suresh… we shouldn’t even be talking about this now. We can’t make any noise.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “I’m not rejecting you. Or your idea. But we need to slow down. Think about it. In ten years she will be of marriageable age. We had our prime time already — we did everything we wanted. And now… it’s just one day since we met Gowtham. One single day. You’re already bringing him into our bedroom talk.”

She looked at him with worried eyes.
“He is not some random delivery guy I’ll never see again. He is our neighbor, Suresh. He lives right opposite. How will I face him normally from tomorrow? Even if he doesn’t know what we talked about, I will feel odd every time I see him. It will be awkward. And if I start avoiding him, that boy might feel hurt. Let’s not rush into this. We’ll speak again properly after two days… after Ramya leaves for hostel. Okay?”
Suresh nodded slowly, but his face looked defeated. The excitement he had built up crashed hard.

They both lay back on the bed. The silence felt heavy.
After a few minutes, Sneha turned towards him. “I’ll move to Ramya’s room in half an hour. Anything else you want to speak?”
Suresh stayed mute, staring at the ceiling, clearly sad and lost.

Sneha sighed softly. She hated seeing him like this. She shifted closer, her hand gently sliding over his chest, then lower, over his lungi. She cupped his penis softly on top of the thin fabric.
It was soft.

She slipped her fingers inside the lungi, her warm palm directly touching his bare cock. She gave it a slow, gentle squeeze. For the first time in many days, she felt a little heat building in it.
A mischievous, slightly hesitant smile appeared on her lips.

“Gowtham… you want this Anni ah?” she whispered teasingly, her voice low and playful, testing the fantasy for the first time.
To her complete surprise, Suresh’s cock twitched strongly in her hand and started swelling rapidly. Within seconds it grew thick and fully erect, throbbing against her fingers.

Sneha’s eyes widened. She pulled her hand away instantly and burst into quiet laughter, covering her mouth.
“Dei…what is this??!” she whispered, half shocked, half amused. “Just saying his name made it stand like this?”

Suresh smiled back with deep shame, his face burning red. “This is exactly what’s happening nowadays…”
The laughter slowly faded from Sneha’s face. She looked at him seriously again.

“I’m sorry,” she said gently. “After Ramya goes back, we’ll talk properly. Okay?” She leaned in and kissed his cheek lovingly. “I love you.”
She got up, adjusted her saree, and quietly left the room, closing the door behind her.
Suresh lay there alone, his cock still painfully hard, throbbing in the darkness.
The fantasy had worked.

But now the real complication had begun — because even after Sneha left, the only image burning in his mind was Gowtham standing behind his wife in that white veshti, calling her “Anni” with that deep, confident voice.

[chellaporukki]

Very hot

[NovelNavel]

She should cheat her husband and fuck with him in her marital bed. Make her husband lick and drink the well fucked pussy by the neighbor. great start dude.

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Chapter 5 – Bonding and Secret Fixation


The next two days passed quickly.

While Sneha was completely occupied with Ramya — cooking her favourite meals, helping with homework, and spending every possible minute with her daughter — Suresh found himself spending more and more time with Gowtham.

He helped the young neighbor shift heavy boxes, install the split AC in the bedroom, fix a leaking tap in the bathroom, and even assemble a new wardrobe. Within a single day, the two men were moving like real brothers. Gowtham was respectful, hardworking, and surprisingly mature for 26. He kept calling Sneha “Anni” whenever she passed by, always with a polite smile.

That evening, after finishing the AC installation, Gowtham insisted, “Anna, come da. Let’s have a couple of drinks at the local bar. My treat for all your help.”

Suresh hesitated for a second but agreed. They ended up at a quiet rooftop bar nearby. Over whiskey and grilled chicken, they talked about everything — work pressure, Chennai vs Bangalore, cricket, and even marriage. Gowtham openly admitted he was still single and found it difficult to find the “right kind of girl.”

Suresh found himself genuinely liking the boy. He’s a good kid, he thought. Respectful, helpful, well-mannered. The earlier dirty fantasy about him and Sneha now made Suresh feel awkward and guilty.

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When Suresh returned home at 11:30 PM with the smell of alcohol on him, Sneha was waiting.
She was furious.

“You went out to drink after ten years of marriage?” she whispered angrily so Ramya wouldn’t wake up. “You have a full mini bar inside the house! I never stopped you from drinking here. Even I sometimes sit with you for one peg. But going outside to a bar? That too with the new neighbor?”
Suresh apologised repeatedly. “Sorry da… it just happened. He insisted.”

Sneha’s eyes were sharp. “If you want to drink, do it on the rooftop or bring him home. Never go out again. Understand?”
Suresh nodded like a scolded child.

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Sunday evening arrived. Ramya had been dropped back at the hostel. The house felt empty again.
After dinner, Suresh brought up the topic while they were in bed.
“Sneha… shall we try what we talked about?”

Sneha shook her head clearly.
“I told you already. I won’t entertain the Gowtham fantasy. He is our neighbor. It will feel too real and complicated. If you want, we can try with some actors or serial heroes. Like we used to do before.”
Suresh felt disappointed but didn’t push. He agreed.

That night, they tried.
Sneha roleplayed as a seductive fan girl of a popular Tamil serial hero while Suresh pretended to be the jealous husband. She wore a low-neck nighty, teased him, called him by the actor’s name playfully, and let him touch her freely.
To Suresh’s surprise, it worked… partially.

He got hard — but only when he secretly replaced the actor’s face in his mind with Gowtham’s. Only when he imagined Gowtham’s sturdy body pressing against Sneha, calling her “Anni” in that deep voice, and his thick arms wrapping around her waist.
He fucked Sneha harder than he had in months.

He made her get on all fours, pulled her hair, and thrust deep while imagining Gowtham doing the same. Sneha moaned louder than usual, surprised by his sudden energy.
After they both climaxed, she lay on his chest, breathing heavily, and laughed softly.

“Dei… you were so wild today. How am I still so hot for you even at this age while you struggle sometimes?” she teased, kissing his chest.
Suresh smiled and laughed along with her, but inside his mind was spinning.
He had come hard only because of Gowtham.

Even now, lying with his satisfied wife in his arms, the only image that kept his cock twitching was the young sturdy neighbor fucking Sneha in that orange silk saree.
He kissed Sneha’s forehead and whispered, “I love you.”

But deep down, Suresh had already made a silent decision:
This secret thrill with Gowtham… I’ll continue it in my mind for some time. Just until I find a safer alternative.
He didn’t know it yet, but the fire he was playing with had already started burning beyond his control.

[Priyaram]

You are master of emotions bro,,nice plot and scenes are amazing..,thanks a lot bro..

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Chapter 6 – The Crack 


Weeks turned into months.

Life settled into a comfortable rhythm. Gowtham had become almost like a younger brother to Suresh and a respectful neighbor to Sneha. He joined them for weekend dinners and helped around the house whenever needed. Every Sunday evening, when Ramya was home from hostel, Suresh and Gowtham would drink together — just the two of them. They kept it light and controlled. After a few pegs, Suresh would simply sleep over at Gowtham’s flat so Ramya wouldn’t smell alcohol on her father or get any doubt. This way, mother and daughter could sleep peacefully in their home. It had become their silent arrangement. Friendship had grown strong. Suresh genuinely liked the boy. Sneha found him polite and harmless.

Until that rainy week in July.

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The rains had been relentless for five straight days. Gowtham, who usually went to the gym or played sports on his off days, was stuck inside. He spent hours watching Korean series, playing online games, and flirting randomly with girls from his office on chat. Nothing serious — just boredom.

One late afternoon, the rain eased a little. Gowtham stepped onto the rooftop to smoke a cigarette, standing near the elevated water tank where no one from below could easily see him.

Sneha had hung clothes to dry earlier. When the rain suddenly intensified again, she came rushing up to the terrace in a hurry, wearing a simple maroon cotton saree.
Gowtham froze.

From his higher position, he had a clear, unobstructed view.
Sneha quickly started pulling down the clothes from the line. A fierce gust of wind suddenly caught her saree pallu. It got hooked on a sharp edge of the iron rope.

In one violent tug, the pallu was yanked completely off her shoulder.

Sneha’s heavy breasts, barely contained in a black blouse, spilled forward. The wet fabric clung to her skin. Her deep cleavage was fully exposed, the outline of her lacy bra clearly visible as raindrops rolled down her chest and navel. For a few long seconds, she struggled to free the pallu, her big, soft melons jiggling with every movement.

Gowtham’s eyes widened. His breath caught in his throat.
He had stolen glances at her before, but this… this was different. The way her wet blouse stuck to her skin, the dark circles of her areolas faintly visible, the soft curve of her waist — everything hit him like a thunderbolt.

His cock stiffened instantly inside his shorts, growing painfully hard within seconds. It throbbed aggressively.
He couldn’t look away.

Sneha finally freed her pallu, quickly wrapped it around herself, and hurried downstairs without noticing him.
Gowtham stood there in the rain, heart hammering, cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. His massive erection refused to go down.

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That night, Gowtham locked his bedroom door.

He tried to watch porn like usual. But every woman he saw reminded him of Sneha — her wet blouse, those heavy breasts bouncing in the rain, raindrops sliding into her deep cleavage.

For the first time in years, he wasn’t jerking off to fantasy porn stars.
He was stroking his thick, veiny cock while thinking of a real woman — his neighbor’s wife.

“Anni…” he groaned under his breath as his hand moved faster.
He imagined Sneha on the terrace again, this time without the pallu, her big breasts fully out in the rain, nipples hard. He imagined grabbing those soft tits, sucking them while she moaned “Gowtham…”

With a deep, guttural groan, he came hard — thick ropes of cum shooting across his stomach and chest. Harder than he had cum in a very long time.

He lay there afterwards, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling.
This wasn’t just lust anymore.

Something had cracked inside him.
He wanted Sneha.
For real.

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Sneha 

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Chapter 7 – Eavesdropping


Gowtham’s lust had now become an obsession.

What started as a shocking accidental view on the rainy terrace had completely changed him. He began finding excuses to spend more time around Sneha — casually, without raising any suspicion.

He bought a new chessboard and invited Sneha to play on his off days. She agreed casually, treating him like a younger brother. They would sit in the hall, laughing over moves, while Gowtham stole glances at her deep neckline and the way her saree dbangd over her heavy breasts. He also started bringing small gifts for Ramya whenever she came home — chocolates, storybooks, toys — just to stay longer in their house and win Sneha’s warmth.

Sneha remained friendly and warm, but she always maintained a clear, invisible boundary. She never let conversations turn personal. She was the same dutiful wife — helpful, smiling, but never flirtatious.

Still, Gowtham’s hunger only grew.

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At night, he started listening.

Whenever the corridor was empty, he would quietly step out and stand near their door, ear pressed close, trying to catch any sound of them making love. Most nights he could hear nothing as, the bedroom sounds cannot be heared outside, only the hall watch clock sound max he can hear.. 

he tries every time but no good results. 

Until one stormy night.

The entire apartment complex suddenly plunged into darkness. A major power cut. No inverters in either flat. The silence was absolute.
He wanted to go out and eavesdrop.. but he knows he cant hear anything. until he hears a sound of clock ticking in flat below.. the pin drop silent made it possible.. he looked at watch it was just 12.10 AM.. he knows they could be at least making some love if he is lucky.. 

Gowtham’s heart raced. He quietly opened his door and moved to theirs, pressing his ear firmly against the wooden surface.

He could hear everything. A very mild talk in their bedroom. but nothing audible.. 
soon he heared a door cracking sound... suresh opens his bedroom door to enter hall.. 

Suresh’s voice floated clearly:
“Sneha… where did you keep that mosquito bat?”

Sneha’s anklets tinkled as she moved. “On the sofa, I think.”

There was the sound of Suresh settling on the sofa.
“Ahh… the hall is much cooler. Bedroom is like an oven tonight.”
Sneha laughed softly. “Why? Is it because of me? Am I that hot?”

“Mmm… you are hot too. What to do? My erection trouble is killing me these days.”
Gowtham’s breath caught. His cock twitched hard inside his shorts.

Then came the words that made his head spin.
Suresh’s voice dropped, but still audible:
You are too hot, but never consider me... 
Sneha said what this is about.. ??

“Just once, Sneha… allow me to play the role of Gowtham. It will be such a thrill. Please da…”
Sneha’s tone turned serious.

“Ayo… don’t bring that again. You know what? These days we have become too close as friends. I can’t even think of him that way. But you keep pushing me. This is not right. We should not do this. 

See… you saw that new Bollywood movie, right? Let that hero fuck me tonight instead.”
She giggled playfully.

The conversation continued for a few more minutes, but Gowtham’s mind was already exploding.

They are talking about me… openly.
Suresh wants me to fuck his wife in fantasy…
And Sneha is refusing… but not angrily. Just carefully.

Power suddenly returned. Lights flickered on. Gowtham quickly slipped back into his flat, heart pounding like a drum.
He sat on his bed, stunned.

“Shit…” he whispered to himself, a dangerous smile slowly spreading across his face. “So Suresh is already in the game… but Sneha is still resisting. What is their actual game?”

His thick cock was rock hard again.
He stroked himself slowly, replaying every word he had heard.
Anni… you say you can’t think of me that way… but your husband wants it.

He stopped himself from cumming. He wanted to stay edged.

He baldy wanted to know what is happening around them and why suresh used his name... 
he got a plan to get truth directly from Suresh through a trick...

Gowtham looked at the calendar on his phone.


Sunday is only three days away.
He made up his mind.

This Sunday, I’ll make Suresh drink more than usual. I’ll get him properly drunk and pull out every dirty detail. Slowly.
He lay back, eyes dark with lust.

Sneha, my dear Anni… I never knew the stepping stone to fuck you was this close. I wasted so much time being careful.
Now, the real game had begun.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 8 – The Drunken Confession


That Sunday evening arrived exactly as Gowtham had planned.

Ramya was back at the hostel. The sky was clear. Suresh and Gowtham sat on the rooftop with a full bottle of whiskey, ice, and snacks. Gowtham kept refilling Suresh’s glass again and again, laughing and encouraging him.

“Anna, one more… today you’re fully free. No tension. Drink properly,” Gowtham said with a charming smile, pouring generously.
Suresh, who was already in a relaxed mood, didn’t refuse. Glass after glass went down. Within two hours, he was heavily drunk — slurring words, laughing loudly, and repeating old stories.

By 11 PM, Suresh could barely stand.
He tried to get up, took two unsteady steps, and suddenly collapsed flat on the floor like a sack of rice.
“Anna… Anna!” Gowtham shook him, but Suresh was completely out.

Gowtham cursed under his breath. The sturdy young man had to use all his strength to lift Suresh’s limp body. He half-carried, half-dragged him down the stairs and into his own flat, sweating heavily by the time he dropped Suresh on the bed.

The next morning, Suresh woke up with a terrible hangover. He sat up, confused, in Gowtham’s bedroom.

Gowtham was sitting on a chair nearby, sipping coffee.

“What happened da?” Suresh groaned, holding his head.

“You drank too much last night, anna,” Gowtham said casually. “You fell flat on the terrace. I carried you here. I didn’t want to disturb Anni and Ramya.”
Suresh sat up slowly. “Thanks da… sorry for the trouble.”
Gowtham stayed silent for a few seconds, then looked at him seriously.
“Anna… I need to talk to you about something. It’s… about Anni.”

Suresh’s heart skipped a beat. His face tightened instantly.
“What? What about her?”

Gowtham acted hesitant, rubbing the back of his neck as if uncomfortable

Suresh tensed immediately. “What happened? Tell me clearly.”

Gowtham looked uncomfortable, as if struggling with guilt.

“Last night while you were drunk… you were talking a lot. You kept saying things like ‘Allow Gowtham once please, Sneha…’ and ‘It will be a thrill…’ You even said you’re bored of using actors for fantasy and nothing is working anymore.”
He paused, then continued with a worried expression:

“Anna, ever since I heard all that, I’ve been feeling very guilty. Did I do something wrong? Is there any problem between you and Anni because of me? Are you both in some kind of trouble? Please tell me the truth. If my presence is causing any issue in your marriage, I will completely stay away. I don’t want to come between you two.”

Suresh sat frozen, his face pale with shock. His heart was hammering.

Gowtham leaned forward, looking genuinely concerned and innocent.
“Anna… please don’t hide anything. I’m like your younger brother now. Tell me what’s really going on. Why were you saying all those things about me in your drunk state? Is it some kind of fantasy? Or is there something else?”

He urged gently but firmly, “Be honest with me, anna. I can handle it. Just tell me the full truth.”
Suresh swallowed hard. His mind was spinning. He hadn’t expected Gowtham to remember or confront him like this. The young man’s steady, caring gaze made it hard to lie completely.

He looked down, voice low and hesitant.
“It’s… it’s nothing serious, Gowtham. It’s just… a private fantasy thing between us. Nothing more.”

But Gowtham didn’t let it go easily. He kept pushing softly, acting worried and curious at the same time.
“Fantasy about me? With Anni?”

He waited, eyes locked on Suresh, patiently urging him to open up further.

[aparnajai]

nicely written, and things fly faster. congrats.

lovingly banu

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 9 – Careful Steps


Suresh froze when Gowtham gently pushed for more details.

“It’s… it’s very personal, Gowtham,” he muttered, looking away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Gowtham felt a sharp stab of disappointment but hid it perfectly. He simply nodded with understanding. “Okay anna… I won’t ask again. Sorry for bringing it up.”

---

The entire following week felt awkward for Suresh. He could barely look Gowtham in the eye whenever they crossed paths. Every time the young man smiled and called out “Anna!”, Suresh’s mind flashed back to his drunken words. Shame burned in his chest.

If I’m feeling this uncomfortable just because he heard a few drunk words… how hard would it be for Sneha if we actually did something?

He started avoiding Gowtham slightly. Gowtham, being smart, noticed everything. He deliberately gave them space — no chess invitations, no unnecessary visits, just polite greetings. He played the patient game.

---

Next Sunday evening, Gowtham knocked on their door.
“Anna, rooftop? Just like before?”

Suresh hesitated. “Not today, da. I’m not in the mood.”
But Gowtham insisted with his usual charming smile. “Just one or two pegs, anna. Come on… the weather is nice.”
Suresh finally gave in.

On the rooftop, they settled with whiskey and snacks. For the first few minutes the air felt heavy. Then Gowtham spoke calmly:
“Anna, I won’t pressure you to tell me anything. If you feel uncomfortable around me because of that night, I’ll completely stop asking. Let’s forget it. Today we’ll only talk cricket. Okay?”

Suresh relaxed a little. They slowly slipped into normal conversation — IPL matches, player form, heated arguments about CSK vs RCB. The mojo returned. Laughter came back. Glasses kept getting refilled.

By the time they were on their fourth peg, Suresh was nicely dizzy. He suddenly turned emotional.

“Sorry da… I should have told you the truth that day. It’s not just personal… it brings a lot of shame.” His voice cracked slightly. “Ever since this erectile dysfunction started, I’ve been feeling so tired… so useless. Sneha is not understanding how important this is for me. She keeps refusing…”
He stopped mid-sentence, realising he was going too far again. He quickly changed the topic back to cricket.

Gowtham listened quietly, absorbing every word without pushing.

---

The next morning, Suresh woke up in Gowtham’s flat again. He felt nervous.
“Gowtham… did I blurt out anything stupid last night?” he asked hesitantly.

Gowtham smiled gently and shook his head.
“I decided not to give any importance to your drunken words, anna. Our friendship is more important than anything. Whatever you said… just forget it. I’m sorry if my presence is making you uncomfortable. 

Anna i just wanted to say this louder, im not trying something with your truth like I never want to come between you and Anni., i just wanted to fix something if can be able to do, help you in some way.. as my name repeatedly involved between you two.


Suresh felt a strange mix of emotions — relief, happiness, and a little guilt. Here was this young, sturdy guy who knew his deepest shame, yet wasn’t judging him. Instead, he was respecting boundaries and still treating him like an elder brother.

For the first time, Suresh felt oddly comforted.
“You’re a good friend, Gowtham,” he said quietly. “Thank you.”

Gowtham smiled warmly, hiding the dark satisfaction burning inside him.
Perfect, he thought. The seed is planted. Now I just need to water it slowly.
So the entire truth will be out.. only if that comes out he would take a next step towards Sneha

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 10 – The Helpful Neighbor


The very next day, Gowtham knocked on their door in the evening holding a bag.
Suresh opened it. “What’s this, Gowtham?”

he said casually with a smile and handed the bag to Suresh, who had come behind her. Dragon fruit and watermelon. Before Suresh could ask anything, Gowtham simply said “Enjoy” and left.
From that day on, it became a daily ritual.

Every evening Gowtham would bring something — fresh dragon fruit, watermelon, pomegranates, spinach leaves, beetroot, walnuts, or dark chocolate. He would just hand them over with a quick smile and leave without much conversation.
Suresh was both amused and slightly confused by this sudden care.

On Friday evening, when Gowtham came with a bunch of green leaves and bananas, Suresh followed him to Gauthams house, he finally asked him directly.
“Dei Gowtham… why are you bringing all this every day da?”

Gowtham looked at him for a second, then took out his phone. He sat down beside Suresh on the sofa and opened Google.

“Anna, look,” he said, showing a long list. “These are all foods that naturally help with erectile dysfunction and improve blood flow. 

Dragon fruit, watermelon (has citrulline), spinach, beetroot, walnuts… I googled properly. Thought it might help you.”

Suresh’s face turned red with embarrassment. He now understood exactly why Gowtham was doing this.
Gowtham kept his voice low and sincere.

“Anna, this is very normal in today’s stressful world. Don’t feel bad. Just eat these regularly and try with Anni… you will slowly feel better. I just want to fix your issue, nothing else. I’m not judging you.”

The genuine concern in Gowtham’s voice and the effort he had taken impressed Suresh deeply. Instead of taking advantage of the situation, the young man was actually trying to help. Suresh felt a strange warmth mixed with shame.

He didn’t say much. He simply nodded and went back home.

---

Sunday night arrived.
After Ramya slept, Suresh and Gowtham were on the rooftop again, drinking. This time Suresh was more open.
After two pegs, he spoke emotionally.

“Thank you da… for everything. The fruits, the concern… I really appreciate it.”
Midway through the third drink, Suresh’s tongue loosened again.
“You know… it feels very strange, Gowtham. Thinking about you with Sneha… it actually excites me these days. I feel ashamed, but I can’t stop it.”
Gowtham listened calmly, then smiled gently.
“Anna… these things are very normal. Don’t feel guilty. One of my close friends had the exact same problem. He’s actually a senior, his wife is almost a two year younger that Anni.  He told me he only gets hard when he imagines or hears someone talking to his wife, i just filled that place for him. Nothing physical — just normal conversation over phone. That itself gives him a kick.”

Gowtham casually opened his WhatsApp, scrolled, and showed Suresh a photo of a decent-looking couple.

“See… this is my friend and his wife. They are happy. He gets his thrill this way. Remote help. No one suspects anything. Family respect stays safe. Friendship stays safe. Everything remains within control.”

He let the words sink in, then smoothly shifted the topic to cricket as if nothing had happened.
But the seed had been planted deep inside Suresh’s mind.

Here was a young man who knew his darkest secret… yet was helping him without any bad intention. A real person who had seen similar situations and offered a safe way out.
Suresh kept thinking about it again and again that night.

Maybe… just maybe… I can get some help from Gowtham.
Without breaking anything.

[amzad2004]

Nice going so far. Hope the writer do not blunder like previous one where he killed love by lust and made Anandhi a road side cheap whore by devil filthy pervert Suriya, It should be remain lusty sexual relation between Goutham and Sneha without any emotional bonding. Love must not involve between them, only lust. Hope writer's ego would not hurt by my comment.