Adultery Husband's Controlled Fantasy, Wife's Dilemma - Part I & II

[Mukul@99]

I humbly bow for your determination. I have never seen or followed a writer with such persistence. I am truly honored to be reading what you are writing. Thank you. Such a fantastic read. I can tell you have put in a lot of work into this. Love the way you structured it with such a unique perspective & made it so interesting ! You are a great storyteller. Thank you for an absolute surreal reading experience.
Pardon my ignorance but is this the end ?

[Rangushki]

Sneha is now in full control of Gowtham. He should make her humiliate suresh. Make her tell suresh that your cock can't satisfy me henceforth. I have Gowtham to take care of my pussy. My hands will help you. While fucking with Gowtham at home she should ask suresh to cook, prepare tea for both, put her dress in washing machine and wash her undies in hand.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 59 - Sneha's Assurance


Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, painting the hotel room in soft golden hues. Suresh stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open. His cock was already rock-hard, standing proud and throbbing against his stomach — a morning erection he hadn’t experienced in years, is regular now.. for past few weeks, ever since their schema begin.. The old problem that had haunted him for so long seemed to have vanished overnight like forever.

But the victory felt hollow.

He turned his head. The bed was empty except for him. Gowtham and Sneha were gone. The sheets beneath him told the whole filthy story — massive wet patches, dried and fresh cum stains, and the unmistakable creamy residue of Sneha’s multiple orgasms mixed with Gowtham’s thick loads. The entire bed smelled strongly of raw, passionate sex.

A single night had completely changed everything.

Suresh sat up slowly, staring at the ruined bedsheet. Do I really need to keep acting like this? His mind raced. Gowtham fucked her like he owned her… and I lost her to a much younger man. Is he still my friend, or has he become the culprit? We planned this together… but he claimed her before i could claim her first, just because i was not available at the right moment... Now he wants me to play along just because Sneha said she liked it?

The weight of his own lies crushed him.

I only wanted a roleplay… some fear, some thrill. Gowtham twisted it into full cuckoldry and lied to her that this was my fantasy. I know it, im okay with lie, provided it should be reversed with a strong drama of me claiming her last night , fighting him off, kicking him out, but i was absent at right time making him to claim her... she was fucked by him.. will my fight matters any more?  now she thinks i like cuckold fantasy, i even once said her i want it.. she is embracing it now, she actively doing it.. If I tell her the truth now, she’ll be devastated. She’ll look at me with disgust. How do I explain that I orchestrated everything just to feel like an alpha again?

The questions tore him apart. Should I play along like Gowtham said? Then I’ll truly become a cuckold…
No i looked like already became one..
how would i turn this back?

The bathroom door clicked open.

Sneha stepped out, completely naked, her skin still glistening from the shower. Water droplets traced sensual paths down her heavy breasts, over her soft belly, and down her smooth thighs. The red bite marks and hickeys from last night stood out beautifully against her fair skin. Her pussy looked slightly swollen, still bearing the signs of being thoroughly used.

“Good morning, Suresh,” she said softly, her voice warm and affectionate.

He forced a small smile. 

Sneha noticed the tension on his face immediately.
She crawled onto the bed on all fours, her breasts swaying heavily, and came close to him.

“What happened, baby?”
 she asked, gently cupping his cheek.
 “You look worried.”
“Nothing,” he muttered.

Sneha’s eyes dropped to his hard cock and she smiled knowingly. “Look at you… your erection problem seems to be completely gone. 
That’s good, right?” She leaned in to kiss his lips, but he turned his face slightly.

“I haven’t brushed yet.”
“So what?” 
she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “Haven’t we kissed with morning breath before?” 

Suresh looking elsewhere gave Sneha a sign that he is worried?
She thought it could be because of sudden changes since last night 

She caught his face with both hands and looked deep into his eyes. 
“Stop worrying, Suresh. 
I know what you’re feeling. 
It was you who wanted this. 
I’m into it now. 
Its just sex, 
Did it disturb you when it turned real?”

Once you got me vibrator to enjoy right..
imagine Gowtham as human version of it.
That's the place i have for him..

The word make him look at Sneha, with a hope.. 

She pressed her soft, naked body against his, her hard nipples brushing his chest.
“No matter how much I enjoy being with him in bed… my heart belongs to you. 
I will always crawl back into your arms after every session. 

We have a family. Pleasures may come and go, but our family stays.
I know my limits.”

Suresh was almost convinced by her choice of words!
Am i thinking too much, 
Yes its just sex right?
She always belongs to me.. 

Suresh liked how Sneha was putting effort to convince him.
More than convincing for accepting the new norm, its about how she had in her heart.. 
That got a weightage. 

He wanted a hug from her...
Sneha saw his eyes. Not sure how she got it understand
She hugged him tightly. Their nude bodies pressed together, skin on skin. 

Suresh could feel the heat radiating from her freshly bathed body.
In his ear, she whispered seductively, “You want me now?”

Without waiting for an answer, Sneha pushed him onto his back and straddled him in cowgirl position. 

She reached down, grabbed his hard cock, and slowly sank onto it with a soft moan.

“Mmm… you still feel so good inside me,” she breathed, starting to ride him with slow, sensual rolls of her hips. 
Her heavy breasts bounced beautifully with every movement.

But Suresh could feel the difference immediately. 
Her pussy felt noticeably looser, warmer, and wetter than before — clearly stretched and shaped by Gowtham’s much thicker cock. 
The realization sent a sharp sting of jealousy through him, yet it also made him throb harder.

He suddenly flipped her onto her back and entered her in missionary, thrusting with desperate need. 
Sneha wrapped her legs around him, moaning sweetly, her nails gently raking his back.

“I’ll never leave you out, baby,” she whispered between moans. 
“I’ll always be available for you… whenever I go to him, I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

Suresh fucked her harder, trying to reclaim what he had lost. But after just ten minutes, he groaned and came inside her — a powerful but quick orgasm. Sneha held him close, patting his back lovingly as he emptied himself.

She know he was disturbed, she knows it was her duty to resolve him, 
after all in their young days, they did the same..
they stood for each other.

She herself doesn't know what happened last night, like how it turned like this from original plan
but she decided this is how her life going to be for some days.
She had a new partner, she feel it was her duty to give special care to her love of life Suresh and make sure he never feel ignored or taken for granted. Be a dutiful wife and lover to him.

They stayed locked in that embrace, breathing heavily.

At that moment, the main door opened.
Gowtham walked in, looking fresh and confident. He saw them still joined together — Suresh on top of Sneha, his cock softening inside her.
“Looks like the love birds are having morning action,” he said with a casual smirk. “Cute.”

I just went for a walk. He dropped his keys on the table and continued, “We need to start back home in two hours if we want to reach by night. Tomorrow is Friday — we have to pick up Ramya from her hostel, remember?”

Sneha smiled at Gowtham warmly, still gently stroking Suresh’s hair. Suresh, still buried inside his wife, could only lie there silently, trapped between the warmth of Sneha’s body and the cold reality of the new dynamic.

The weekend was coming.
And their new reality was only just beginning.

[heygiwriter]

I humbly bow for your determination. I have never seen or followed a writer with such persistence. I am truly honored to be reading what you are writing. Thank you. Such a fantastic read. I can tell you have put in a lot of work into this. Love the way you structured it with such a unique perspective & made it so interesting ! You are a great storyteller. Thank you for an absolute surreal reading experience.
Pardon my ignorance but is this the end ?

few more chapters left

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 60 - The First Taste of Insecurity


The journey back to Bangalore took nearly nine exhausting hours. The car was filled with heavy silence, broken only by occasional small talk and forced smiles. Everyone was drained — from the long drive, from the nonstop sex, and from the emotional weight of everything that had happened.

By the time they reached home, it was past midnight. They barely spoke. Sneha gave Suresh a long, loving hug and whispered, “I’m still yours, baby,” before they all collapsed into bed. Gowtham took the guest room. No one had the energy for anything more.

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The next morning felt deceptively normal.

Sneha woke up early like the dutiful housewife she always was. She moved around the house in her simple cotton nightie, collecting the laundry from the trip, washing dishes, and cleaning the rooms that had been left messy. Gowtham left for office after a quick breakfast, kissing Sneha on the cheek casually in front of Suresh before heading out. Suresh went to work, trying hard to focus.

By evening, the familiar weekend routine called.
Suresh left office early to pick up Ramya from her hostel. As always, Sneha used to accompany him. He dialed her number while driving.
Sneha picked up on the third ring.

“Hey, I’m on the way to pick Ramya. You’re coming, right?”
There was a slight pause.

“I have so much work here, Suresh. We left the house in such a mess when we went to the hill station. I’m still cleaning. You pick her up directly and come home.”
The words “hill station” hit Suresh like a trigger.

His mind instantly flashed back — Sneha’s loud moans, Gowtham pounding her ass, the bed shaking violently, her screaming another man’s name. His grip tightened on the steering wheel.
What if she’s not cleaning? What if Gowtham is there right now? What if she’s spreading her legs for him instead of coming to pick up her own daughter?

Anger and suspicion burned in his chest. But he controlled his voice.
“Okay,” he said tightly and cut the call.
He immediately dialed Gowtham.

No answer.
He tried again. Still no pickup.

His heart started racing. He pressed the accelerator harder.

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By the time he reached the hostel, picked up Ramya, and drove back, his mind had already painted the worst pictures. As soon as he parked in the apartment basement, Ramya jumped out excitedly and ran toward the lift.

Suresh quickly dialed Gowtham again.
This time he picked up.

“I’ve picked Ramya. We’re coming up right now,” Suresh said sharply. “If you two are doing anything, stop and leave. Now.”

Gowtham sounded genuinely confused. “Are you mad, Suresh? I just came back from office. I was driving earlier, that’s why I couldn’t pick up. I’m not even at your house.”

Suresh didn’t believe him.

Suresh sprinted up the stairs to the fourth floor, skipping the lift. His heart pounded wildly.
He reached the floor before the lift goes up..

He stopped Ramya who just came out of life, “Sweetie, Appa forgot his purse in the car. Can you go get it?”

As soon as Ramya turned back toward the car,
He unlocked the door quietly and burst inside.

The house looked normal. No strange sounds. No clothes scattered.
He rushed straight to the bedroom.
Empty.

He checked the guest room. Also empty.
Then he heard movement in Ramya’s room. He pushed the door open.

Sneha was there — fully dressed in a simple salwar kameez, hair tied in a bun, arranging Ramya’s books and clothes. She looked fresh, slightly sweaty from cleaning, but there were no signs of recent sex. No flushed face, no messy hair, no hickeys visible.

Sneha turned, surprised. “What happened? Why did you come running like this?”
Suresh stood there panting, feeling foolish.

“Nothing… I’ll tell you later,” he muttered.
Just then Ramya walked in, holding the purse. “Appa, your purse wasn’t in the car.”
Suresh forced a smile. “Oh… I found it here only. Must have kept it in my pant pocket.”

Sneha gave him a long, searching look. She understood something was off, but she didn’t push in front of Ramya.

---

Later that night, after Ramya went to sleep, Suresh sat on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Sneha came and lay beside him, gently placing her head on his chest.
"is everything alright?” she asked softly.
Suresh didn’t reply.
She sighed. “whatever bugs you tell yourself it will be alright soon!"
He stayed silent.

The new norm had just begun — and Suresh was already realizing how painful and exhausting it was going to be. Every time Sneha was alone, every time she didn’t pick up a call immediately, every innocent delay… his mind would torture him with images of her moaning under Gowtham.
He had set himself on fire.

And now he had to live in the flames.

[laestat]

Man.. you are one genius.. feels original bro

[Balu999]

Fantastic updates bro.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 61 - The First Crack


After Ramya returned to the hostel on Monday morning, the house slowly slipped back into its new rhythm.

Sneha was in full “dutiful wife” mode the entire day — waking Suresh with gentle kisses, making his favourite filter coffee, and packing fresh homemade lunch for both him and Gowtham. When Gowtham came over before leaving for office, he pulled Sneha close in the kitchen and gave her a deep, lingering lip kiss right in front of Suresh. Their tongues met briefly. Sneha let out a soft, happy hum.

The sight twisted something sharp in Suresh’s chest, but he stayed silent. This is the new normal, he reminded himself. His cock still twitched traitorously at the sight.

He had the urge, he wanted her, proper, full for himself. He decided tonight he will take her in bed. Almost for a week he feel himself off, he wanted to Surprise her with his new love and energy he had now.. after all the things happend.

He spent the whole day at work fantasizing about reclaiming her that night. He bought her favourite perfume and a box of premium chocolates on the way home, hiding them carefully in the bedroom cupboard. Tonight will be different, he told himself. I’ll remind her why she married me.


Dinner was quiet but civil. Gowtham joined them as usual. After eating, he rubbed his temples and said casually, “I have a terrible headache. Sneha, can you give me a head massage with that balm later?”

“Sure,” Sneha replied softly. “I’ll come after washing the vessels.”

At 10 PM, Suresh went into the bedroom, placed the perfume bottle and chocolate box neatly on the bed, dimmed the lights, and waited. He kept checking the time, imagining how he would take her slowly, make love to her like old times.

By 10.30 PM, he dozed off while scrolling Instagram.

He woke up at 11:10 PM.

The bed was still empty. 
Sneha hadn’t come back. 
He went out to check, the house was silent.

The vessels in the kitchen were already washed and neatly arranged. 
He then remembered Gowtham calling her to massage his head..

He wanted to check them but trusted she will be back.. she wont leave him like this, uninformed..
he trusted her and went back to bed.. 
waiting for her he dozed off again.

He woke up with a jerk at 12:10 AM.

The bed beside him was cold. Empty.

The perfume and chocolates sat untouched exactly where he had placed them. The house was eerily silent.

Suresh sat up, rubbing his face. He walked into hall... Sneha had went to massage him long ago… but she hadn’t come to him.
A cold, sinking dread twisted in his stomach. He knows what it is.. 

He stepped out of the flat, heart already racing, and crossed the short corridor to Gowtham’s door. 
It was unlocked.
The moment he pushed it open, the sounds assaulted him.

Soft, breathy female moans.
The wet, rhythmic creaking of a bed.
Deep masculine grunts.
The unmistakable sound of flesh meeting flesh.

Suresh’s legs moved on their own. 
He walked down the passage and pushed open the bedroom door.

The sight hit him like a burning knife straight to the heart.

Sneha was gloriously naked, straddling Gowtham in deep cowgirl position. Her thick, juicy ass rolled in slow, sensual circles as she impaled herself again and again on his thick cock. Every time she sank down, her swollen pussy lips stretched obscenely around his girth, glistening with her creamy juices that coated his shaft and dripped down his balls.

Her heavy breasts bounced heavily with each movement, nipples dark and hard. One of Gowtham’s strong hands gripped her ass cheek, spreading it, while the other squeezed her breast. Their mouths were locked in a filthy, passionate kiss — tongues visibly sliding and sucking, saliva glistening on their chins.

They looked completely lost in each other. Like real lovers.
Suresh stood frozen in the doorway, unable to speak.

Sneha finally sensed his presence. She broke the kiss with a wet pop, her swollen, shiny lips parting. Her eyes were glassy with lust, cheeks flushed deep red. She was still gently grinding on Gowtham’s cock, her hips moving in tiny circles as if she couldn’t bear to stop.

“Sorry, Suresh…” she breathed, voice husky and thick with arousal. “We didn’t plan this… it just happened. You go sleep, baby. I’ll come soon.”


Before Suresh could even process her words, Sneha turned back to Gowtham as if her husband wasn’t even there. She cupped his face with both hands and kissed him again — deeper, hungrier — moaning loudly into his mouth as she resumed riding him with slow, deliberate strokes.

Suresh felt his stomach drop.

A minute later, Sneha pulled away just enough to look at him again, still impaled on Gowtham.

She realized Suresh was hurt.. her mind battled.. 
is he hurt, should i have informed him?
but she lost in heat she needed some privacy..

“Suresh, please…” she whispered, almost pleading, but her hips never stopped moving. 
“Give us some privacy tonight. Just this once. I’ll come back soon, okay?”

Suresh stood unmoved.. You should have informed me,
i waited for you for hours. from 10PM .... 3 hours..

She lifted herself off Gowtham’s cock with a long, wet schlick. A thick string of her creamy arousal stretched between her dripping pussy and his glistening shaft before breaking. She walked toward Suresh completely naked — breasts swaying heavily, thighs shiny with juices, fresh bite marks glowing on her neck and breasts.



She reached him, stood on her toes, and kissed his cheek tenderly, almost maternally.
I'm sorry, i did'nt plan it else i would have sought your permission and told you in advance..

We just stated with a good night kiss unplanned we got into it.
“Please, baby… just this night, next time i will tell you in advance.” she whispered softly against his ear.
Please i feel odd and guilt.. with the guilt i Could'nt focus...let me finish this soon and come back soon.. i promise..

Suresh decided to leave he said okay.. come soon..

Behind her, Gowtham lay on the bed with a dark, satisfied smirk, his massive wet cock standing proud and throbbing.

As Suresh turned to leave, his heart shattering, Gowtham suddenly rose from the bed like a predator. In one smooth motion, he grabbed Sneha’s waist from behind and lifted her effortlessly. She let out a surprised, playful giggle as he carried her back to the bed and dropped her onto her back.

Suresh paused at the doorway and looked back one last time.

Gowtham was already between Sneha’s spread legs, pushing her thighs wide apart. With one powerful thrust, he buried his thick cock back inside her soaked pussy.

Sneha’s back arched, her mouth fell open in a loud, shameless moan that echoed through the flat.

“Fuuuck… Gowtham…” she cried out as he started fucking her hard in missionary, her breasts bouncing violently with every deep stroke.

The wet slapping sounds and her rising moans followed Suresh as he stepped out of the flat and closed the door behind him.

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He walked back to his own empty flat like a ghost.

The perfume and chocolates were still waiting on the bed, untouched.

Suresh sat on the edge of the mattress, staring at them with dead eyes. His cock was painfully hard, his heart was bleeding, and his mind kept replaying the image of his wife willingly going back to Gowtham’s cock even after seeing him standing there.

He waited.
1 AM…
2 AM…
3 AM…


He finally drifted into a restless sleep around 3:30 AM.

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At 6:10 AM, sunlight streamed into the room.

Suresh woke up to the sound of running water in the bathroom. The perfume bottle and chocolate box were gone from the bed — Sneha must have moved them.
The bathroom door opened.

Sneha stepped out, fresh from a shower, wearing only a towel. Her skin was glowing, hair wet, fresh bite marks visible on her neck and breasts.
She saw him sitting at the edge of the bed and smiled tenderly. She walked over, stood between his legs, and hugged his head to her chest.
“Sorry, baby… it was completely unplanned,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head.

Suresh stayed still for a moment.
Then he gently pushed her arms away and looked up at her with tired, determined eyes.
“Sneha,” he said, voice low but firm. “We need to talk.”

Sneha’s smile faded slightly. 
She searched his face, sensing the seriousness in his tone.

[Rangushki]

Let Gowtham fuck sneha in her House during week days and in his house during weekends.

[heygiwriter]

I can sense a closure for this story in next 5-10 chapter, should i extend or give a nice closure?

also no drama of love.. just sex , realisation, good closure. 

[Hotgiri]

Hi

The story going very well, don’t close this in 5-10 chapters, extended this story as long as possible with many sexual encounters with hot pics and details explaining all the positions and moning

All your stories are masterpieces and give erection while reading, just add few more hot pics to make it very erotic

[Rangushki]

Take to another 25 chapters at least. Bring in more humiliation before realisation. Final acceptance of defeat and Gowtham impregnating sneha and both make suresh accept.

[prshma]

I can sense a closure for this story in next 5-10 chapter, should i extend or give a nice closure?

also no drama of love.. just sex , realisation, good closure. 

It would be best if it ends with Sneha shooting Gowtham dead with her own hands for hurting her husband.

[Rangushki]

It would be best if it ends with Sneha shooting Gowtham dead with her own hands for hurting her husband.

No violence needed for bloody cuckold. Doesn't worth it.

[Rangushki]

During hi weekoff Gowtham should fuck sneha in her marital bed take pics and videos and send it to suresh. He should call during the mating and make suresh hear Sneha moaning and begging for his cock.

[Vineeth412]

First of all, I want to thank you for your dedication towards your stories and the consistent updates with such details. o not make it a regular cuckold story with a wimp husband please. He was tricked into it. And I think it's time for husband to talk to her seriously about ending it. It's just my opinion

[Runer]

I can sense a closure for this story in next 5-10 chapter, should i extend or give a nice closure?

also no drama of love.. just sex , realisation, good closure. 

Extend

[Xhusb]

Thanks for posting the story and really a agreat admirable work.

[sat200322]

Heygi, thanks for a wonderful story. The way I see it now, Sneha will come to know of Gowtham's plan through his own mouth and then she will repent heavily. If Gowtham makes a girlfriend or get married, Sneha will take sweet revenge through Cucking Gowtham with Suresh.

I leave it to your discretion on the story but very well crafted story, hats off to your writing skills!
PS: I keep on refreshing the feed for updates, I am addicted :) :P

[Priya.]

It would be best if it ends with Sneha shooting Gowtham dead with her own hands for hurting her husband.

Very well said indeed. Gowtham deserves punishment. Suresh is getting punished for his misdeeds already. Therefore it will be unjust if Gowtham escapes without receiving any befitting punishment. A homewrecker cannot be tolerated.