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

[heygiwriter]

Updated and few pics added. Thats all for the day. Good night guys!

[Hotgiri]

This is what we are waiting for…awasome writing with each action in details making reader feel it’s happening in front of them, pics are adding suger on it. Awaiting for many more such encounters between Sneha and Gowtham

[laestat]

Great work bro.. the effects of cuckoldry are stimulating and makes me wonder how bad this could turn the marital life..

[RCF]

What good would it do to claim your wife back from here lol
Once lost its lost forever! The moment he is allowing to break a rule, he will allow to break more and more until there is nothing left to claim or protect. She is already gone as she is perfectly playing the role Gautham wanted her to play, she is crying and blaming him, though its the truth the timing she is using it spoils her truth. She is now using it only to sleep with Gautham more rather than take a stand for herself, if she had this argument in the morning it would be pure now its manipulation.

Gautham manipulated everything which is a hidden truth unless Suresh starts digging more but my point is to claim Sneha is not going to fix anything, the game that started from her to protect or help her husband has turned to addiction and pathetic game from her end, While Suresh is mostly to blame to be in this situation, Sneha is solely responsible to break this marriage if it ever does eventually. She knows she is manipulating him now...so that's a equal sin or more than what he committed so far....

~RCF

[NityaSakti]

Awesome update.

Going to chennai is another lie. Suresh told gowtham that in few years sneha will turn old.
Gowtham knows that another girl in the house would be fully grown, ripe and ready to get fucked at that time.
He can show his cock to her and bed her easily. Like mother like daughter.

[DuraiBabu]

I think more than Gowtham, you - higiwriter is manipulating and mesmerizing the readers with your story! What a writing. Keep up!! I think Sneha's bold side is less explored in the whole story except for that theatre incident. If you can add kinks and surprises from her side that both men feels irresistible, it would make this even spicier.

[Priya.]

Please please please kill Gowtham. He is dangerous for the society at large. 

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 72 – The Long Night: Rules Shattered


It was past midnight. The room was wrapped in heavy silence except for the occasional creak of the massive bed.
Gowtham was still lazily thrusting into Sneha from behind in spooning position when he suddenly paused and looked toward Suresh, who was pretending to sleep.

“Suresh… are you sleeping?” Gowtham asked, voice low but clear. “Should we stop? We don’t want to disturb you.”

Suresh turned slightly. “Not an issue. You guys continue. Let me have a nap.”
Gowtham chuckled darkly. “You never know her, bro. When I spoon her from behind, Sneha becomes wild. She shakes the entire bed with her hips and moans so loud the neighbours might hear.”

Suresh muttered, “It’s all fucking anyway. What’s the difference?”
Gowtham stopped moving completely. “Okay… you’re being generous. But I’m worried for you. Let’s stop for now. We’ll have a drink, watch something, and continue only after you’ve slept properly.”

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Fifteen minutes later, Gowtham carried a tired but glowing Sneha out of the bedroom. They switched off the main lights, leaving only a faint 0-volt night bulb glowing in the far corner — barely enough to see shadows.
Suresh turned toward their side of the bed. It was empty.

He lay there in the darkness, mind storming. What the hell have I done? He had willingly walked into this. Gowtham had manipulated him with those secret photos, making him feel he was “in control.” Patience… that was what he kept telling himself. I’ll get the truth soon. I’ll stop this whenever I want.

But deep down, a terrifying question grew: Can I actually stop them now?

Exhausted by confusion and conflicting emotions, Suresh finally drifted into a restless sleep filled with dreams of the hill station — where he reclaimed Sneha… only for her to still moan Gowtham’s name.

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Around 2:00 AM, the bed started shaking violently.
Thud… Thud… Thud… Thud…

Suresh’s eyes snapped open. In the near-darkness, he strained to see.

Sneha was on her back again, legs wrapped tightly around Gowtham’s waist like a vice. Her ankles were locked behind his back as he fucked her with machine-like intensity — hips slamming down brutally, again and again. The heavy, wet slapping of skin echoed loudly in the quiet room.
“Ahh… Gowtham… yes… harder… fuck me deeper!” Sneha moaned shamelessly, her voice hoarse and dripping with lust.

Gowtham grunted like an animal with every powerful thrust. “Take it… take every inch, baby.”

Suresh could barely make out the details in the dim glow, but he saw enough — Sneha’s heavy breasts bouncing wildly with each impact, her nails digging into Gowtham’s back, her hips rising desperately to meet his cock.

Gowtham noticed Suresh was awake. Without missing a beat, he taunted indirectly, loud enough for him to hear:
“See how much your wife is enjoying this? She’s dripping all over me.”

Sneha was completely lost. The homely, reserved housewife had transformed into a shameless slut — moaning loudly, begging, her body thrashing under the younger man. For the next twenty minutes, Suresh watched in stunned silence as they fucked like starving lovers.
Finally, Gowtham buried himself to the hilt and roared, “I’m cumming… cum with me!”

Sneha screamed his name as her orgasm exploded. Her entire body convulsed violently, toes curling, thighs quivering. Gowtham pumped load after load deep inside her, grinding hard to push every drop in.
They collapsed together, panting.

Then, instead of separating, Gowtham pulled her into his arms. They started kissing — slow, deep, romantic kisses. Lips sucking, tongues dancing lazily. Soft moans escaped between kisses.

“You were amazing tonight, baby,” Gowtham whispered lovingly. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“I felt so full… so wanted,” Sneha replied breathlessly, nuzzling his neck. “Don’t stop loving me like this…”

Suresh watched everything in the faint light — the tender cuddling, the whispered love words, the way they kept licking and sucking each other’s lips like real lovers.

After a few minutes, Gowtham said softly, “Go sleep with your husband now.”

Sneha hesitated. “He asked for no physical contact for at least 24 hours… That rule is already broken, but still…” She looked down at her body — covered in sweat, bite marks, and thick streams of Gowtham’s cum leaking from her swollen pussy. “Look how you’ve spoiled me. I can’t hug him like this. I haven’t bathed. I feel odd… dirty.”

Gowtham smiled and pulled her tighter against his chest. “Then let’s sleep here, baby.”
He hugged her possessively, kissed her once more, and they fell asleep wrapped around each other.

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Morning – 6:00 AM

Suresh woke first. The scene hit him like a slap.

Gowtham and Sneha were still entangled — her head on his chest, one leg thrown over his thigh, his hand cupping her bare ass. Her body looked thoroughly used: hair messy, lips swollen, breasts marked with hickeys, and dried cum stains on her thighs. The heavy, musky smell of sex filled the entire room.

Disgusted and heartbroken, Suresh quietly left the bedroom.

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Later, when Sneha finally came out to the hall, she was completely nude. Her hair was wild, body still bearing the marks of the long night. She froze when she saw Suresh.

“Good morning…” she said softly, then immediately felt shy and turned slightly to avoid his direct gaze.
Gowtham walked out behind her, also naked, his semi-hard cock swinging proudly. “Fuck… I’m exhausted after that marathon,” he laughed, flaunting himself without shame. “Need a break today.”

After breakfast, as both men were about to leave for work, Gowtham pulled Sneha into a long, passionate kiss right in front of Suresh. Two full minutes — deep, tongue-filled, possessive. His hands roamed her bare back and squeezed her ass.

“Baby, that was a fantastic night. I’m going to miss you for weeks,” Gowtham murmured against her lips before finally pulling away.
Suresh watched it all in silence.

While driving to office, his mind kept repeating the same thought: He could not come to terms. 

All rules broken on the very first night.
Rule No. 3 – No contact for 24 hours, shower first, come to him clean. Broken.
Rule No. 4 – No sleeping the entire night together. Broken.
Rule No. 8 – No romantic talk, no cuddling, no “I love you”, purely physical. Completely shattered.

Everything he had carefully written had collapsed in hours.
And the worst part? He had allowed it.

[heygiwriter]

Please please please kill Gowtham. He is dangerous for the society at large. 

Adultery and cheating, extra marital sex is dangerous for society. It may sound a a nice fantasy outside . but in reality it destory families. 

for xossipy,  Its just a story :) read it here and forget it here. any way even in story i try to bring the balance and a fitting closure to them.

dont worry he will get his due for all manipulations done.. he will taste his own medicine.

[Gladiator967]

Almost every story here is like cheating or adultery but it's more like manipulation, non - consensual forced , humiliation, insults it's like how movies are turning towards genre of violence and glorifying heros vicious and brutal character by justifying it as Alpha male. That's how society gets more impact the more we glorify the more heroics

[heygiwriter]

Almost every story here is like cheating or adultery but it's more like manipulation, non - consensual forced , humiliation, insults it's like how movies are turning towards genre of violence and glorifying heros vicious and brutal character by justifying it as Alpha male. That's how society gets more impact the more we glorify the more heroics

i Agree. 

just curious ... does my story looks like glorifying it, anywhere?

my husband characters suffers so much that, 
im carefully pinning after effects to it. 

Any one reads it should forget such idea in real life..

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 73 – Tuesday Night: The One-Hour Trap

Tuesday Night – The “Headache” Excuse


The day had been strangely calm. After Monday’s explosive night, Suresh expected some tension, but Gowtham acted normal during dinner.
Around 10:00 PM, Gowtham rubbed his temples dramatically. “Damn… headache again. Sneha, can you bring the balm?”

Sneha stood up immediately. “I’ll be back in 10 minutes, Suresh.”

Suresh nodded silently.
But 10 minutes became 30…
then 60… 
At 11:25 PM, Sneha finally returned, 
her hair slightly messy, cheeks flushed, and wearing a different nighty.

1 Hour before


Sneha entered Gowtham’s room at 10:05 PM carrying the balm bottle.

“Head still hurting?” she asked softly, closing the door behind her.

Gowtham was lying on his bed in a vest and shorts, looking genuinely tired. “It’s bad today. Can you apply it properly?”

She sat on the edge of the bed and started massaging his temples with gentle fingers. After a few minutes, Gowtham winced. “The balm isn’t helping much. Can you use the oil instead?”

Sneha hesitated for a second, then poured a little warm coconut oil on her palm and began working it into his scalp. Her fingers moved slowly through his thick hair. The strong fragrance filled the room.

While she was focused, a generous amount of oil spilled from her hand and dripped straight onto the front of her light blue nighty, right over her breasts. The fabric turned semi-transparent instantly, clinging to her skin and clearly showing the shape of her bra and nipples.

Sneha gasped. “Oh no… Suresh will definitely doubt if he sees this.”

Gowtham opened his eyes and looked at her chest. A small smile played on his lips. “Go change before you go back. I have a spare nighty in the cupboard — the one you left here last time.”

But instead of getting up immediately, Sneha continued massaging, now more carefully. “Just two more minutes…”

That “two more minutes” stretched.

Gowtham suddenly started speaking in a low, emotional voice. “You know… my ex played me really badly. She used to do the same — come to my room at night, give me head massages, act all caring… and then sleep with my best friend behind my back.”

Sneha’s hands slowed. “That’s terrible.”

They started talking. First about his painful breakup, then about family pressure, about how lonely he felt in this new city. Sneha listened with genuine sympathy, her fingers still gently moving through his hair.

After some time, she asked softly, “Don’t you see anyone these days? You’re young, good-looking… you should find a nice girl.”

Gowtham looked straight into her eyes and said with a mischievous smile, “I am already fucking that beauty.”

Sneha froze. Her cheeks turned red. She became serious instantly. “Gowtham… don’t say such things. You should seriously find someone. This thing between us is only temporary. Three months and you’ll be gone. You need to settle down.”
The conversation shifted to priorities in life.

Sneha opened up more than she intended. She told him about her family connections — how both sides of their families had strong links, about her cousins who were doing very well in business and government jobs. She spoke about her old friend circle, the kind of life they were living. Then she unconsciously started talking about Suresh.

“If Suresh wanted, he could have easily entered into big cash businesses through family links. But he chose this simple, normal life. Sometimes I feel he is too content… too safe.”

She kept talking, lost in the flow. Gowtham listened attentively, occasionally asking questions, making her feel heard. The emotional intimacy between them grew with every passing minute.

Suddenly Sneha glanced at the clock on the wall.

11:25 PM.
Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh god! One and a half hours! Suresh will kill me.”

She quickly wiped her oily hands, excused herself, and almost ran out. On the way to the master bedroom, she stopped at Ramya’s room (who was fast asleep), quietly took one of her spare nighties from the cupboard, changed in the attached bathroom, and hid the oil-stained nighty.

When she finally entered their bedroom, Suresh was sitting on the bed with a cold, furious expression.



“You were gone for one and a half hours. You had sex with him, didn’t you? Without even asking me!”


Sneha looked genuinely surprised and hurt. “What? No! We were only talking. He was telling me about his ex, his family problems… I got carried away. Do I look like I’ve had sex? Check me if you want!”

The argument grew loud. Finally, Sneha dialled Gowtham in front of Suresh.

“Tell him the truth,” she said firmly.

Gowtham arrived at their doorstep within ten minutes, still in his night clothes. “Bro, relax. We were only talking. Nothing happened. I swear.”

But instead of leaving, Gowtham sighed and dropped the real bomb:
“You saw us together once and your mind is already full of doubt. This is going to keep happening for the next three months. If you can’t trust us, then let me sleep here in your bedroom along with both of you. That way you can see with your own eyes — nothing will happen without your knowledge.”

Sneha immediately supported it. “That’s actually better, Suresh. At least you won’t keep doubting and fighting every day.”

Suresh realised too late that he had been trapped again. He accused them both of planning this deliberately.

Sneha fired back, “You’re the one who started accusing first! We are not doing anything behind your back. We will sleep right in front of you. That’s the only way you’ll believe we’re following your rules.”

After long arguments, Suresh finally gave in.
That night, Sneha slept in the middle. Gowtham took the far left corner, Suresh on the right. The massive bed easily accommodated all three.
Suresh could not sleep. Every 30 minutes he woke up and checked. Both of them appeared to be sleeping peacefully. No movement. No sounds.

But in the morning, after breakfast, when Suresh was about to leave for office, Gowtham pulled Sneha into a long, deep kiss right in front of him — tongues visibly playing, his hand boldly squeezing her ass. It lasted nearly a minute and felt far more passionate than the previous day.

Wednesday Night – Open Bed


Suresh returned home late from work. The moment he entered the bedroom, his heart sank.


Gowtham was already lying on the left side in his boxers. Sneha, wearing a thin satin nighty, climbed into the middle the moment Suresh walked in. No discussion. No permission asked.



Suresh lay down on the right side, seething in silence. The entire night passed with heavy tension. He barely slept.


In the morning, the goodbye kiss between Gowtham and Sneha became even wilder — Gowtham lifted her slightly, sucked on her lower lip, and whispered something in her ear that made her blush and giggle. Suresh watched every second.

Thursday Morning conversation – The Demand


Suresh had planned everything for Thursday night. He wanted alone time with Sneha. He needed to feel her as his wife again, to reclaim some control.

But off late, Gowtham has been sharing their bedroom.



Suresh approached Sneha and said, “Tonight I want time with you. Alone.”. You should ask Gowtham to go to his room.



Sneha said

Sneha nodded. “Okay, I’ll inform him.”

As she turned, Gowtham was already standing at the doorway, arms crossed, watching them calmly.

Sneha smiled at him. “Gowtham, tonight you sleep in your room. We need some private time.”

She gave a quick smile and went back into the bathroom to continue bathing, locking the door behind her.

The moment the lock clicked, Gowtham’s polite expression vanished. He smiled lazily and shook his head.
“Sorry bro… I’m not in the mood to move out tonight.”

Suresh’s blood boiled instantly. “This is my house. I allowed you here for some reasons. Don’t make me come and slap you.”

Gowtham didn’t flinch. He stayed chillingly calm. “Relax, bro. I just want some time too. You should consider increasing my days in the rules — from one to two per week. I promise I’ll follow all the other rules properly.”

Suresh’s mind suddenly flashed back to the secret photos Gowtham had shown him and promise to tell the truth about it, due to mess up & arguments in tuesday he totally forget it. .

Promise my foot? had you followed it?

“What about the photos?” he snapped. “You promised you would tell me the full truth after I watched you on Monday!”

Gowtham leaned back against the wall, completely relaxed. “Exactly. I said I’ll tell you the truth… but you need to cool me down first. I’m not in the mood right now.”

Suresh stared at him in disbelief. “Another session? You want me to watch again?”

Rage took over. Suresh stepped forward aggressively, fist clenched, ready to punch him.

In a flash, Gowtham raised his phone and held it right in front of Suresh’s face.
The screen showed a clear, sharp photo — Gowtham penetrating Sneha in missionary position… right on Suresh’s own marital bed.
Suresh froze, stunned. “What the hell is this?”

Gowtham shrugged casually. “You watch us tonight… properly. Tomorrow morning I’ll tell you everything about those old photos and this new one. Full truth.”
Suresh’s voice shook with anger and pain. “Everything was a lie…?”

Gowtham stepped closer, lowered his voice to a dangerous whisper right next to Suresh’s ear:
“You’re doubting whether she is still your loyal wife or a cheating bitch, right? I will tell you honestly tomorrow morning. Tonight… you must embrace my fantasy. I’ll leave the decision to you tomorrow — whatever you want to do after that, I’ll accept.”
At that exact moment, the bathroom door opened.

Sneha stepped out, wrapped only in a white towel, water droplets still glistening on her shoulders and cleavage. Her hair was wet and messy.

Gowtham immediately pulled her into his arms possessively, one hand around her waist. He looked at Suresh while speaking to her.
“Tonight I’m taking you, baby. Next week I have an official trip, so I asked him and he adjusted the rules.”

Sneha looked at Gowtham, then at her husband’s helpless, defeated face. For the first time in months, a mild doubt flickered in her eyes — the sudden rule change, Suresh’s broken expression, the tension in the air.

She didn’t say anything. She just stood there silently between the two men, towel barely covering her body, caught in the middle of a storm she herself had helped create.

The trap had tightened even more.
Suresh realised tonight would not be about reclaiming his wife.
Tonight would be another long, humiliating watch.

[RCF]

Lol why would loser husband even believe Gautham? To know the truth he keeps allowing them to sleep wherever they want then cry like a baby in the corner, for those who fuck like rabbits, its not a big deal to take pics secretly, its not like Sneha is posing for those pics and hiding that truth from him so this doesn't make sense to me. He is 26 year old guy with no real world experience, one simple phone call with cops he will be on his knees, yet we see this drama over and over...Gautham planning with some thugs seem like a stretch even for him, he doesn't have much darker past nor he is as dangerous as your previous stories antagonists.

Suresh needs humiliation to be able to fight back and gain self respect, claiming his wife is useless at this point. Even with this much humiliation, I feel a 40 yr old guy could not control 26 yr old kid seems like a total stretch. His love for her stopping him seems little too dragged, doesn't he realize at this point, the truth he is trying to protect from her is far weaker than the life altering events before his eyes, The Sneha we see right after hill station and now are totally different, she loved him when she first made mistake of allowing him that day when he didn't return but now she is pleading the case for Gautham convincing him for 3 months only but truth is she won't be same afterwards, she is enjoying with Gautham more than she ever did with Suresh and that alone is the reason she will never be reclaimed back in reality.

Excellent writing, despite the thin story compared to your previous stories, I liked this one in terms of erotica.

~RCF

[sat200322]

Make Sneha understand of the sinister plan and cuckold Gowtham, make him feel his position amongst them. Suresh should not be insulted this much

[Joseph Rayman]

Awesome update

Sneha playing safe. She knows Gowtham will take care of things.

[JohnS112]

It is not understood why Suresh keeps giving in to Gowtham.
Rule was no pics. He should’ve closed the relationship immediately on seeing first pic. Here he is allowing him more freedom even after second pic is shown. Succumbing to him that I am not in mood now.hahaha


He has broken the rules he himself set. One after the other. I don’t understand how can he allow his wife to go to Gowthams flat for head massage. Like really. When he knows what would happen. 

He seems to be enjoying being a loser. Too content.


Please continue.

[laestat]

i Agree. 

just curious ... does my story looks like glorifying it, anywhere?

my husband characters suffers so much that, 
im carefully pinning after effects to it. 

Any one reads it should forget such idea in real life..

Yep.. my husband character suffers both by the manipulation of the bull and extremely dejected by the betrayal of his own wife. Hope the upcoming chapters uplift Suresh`s priority.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 73 – Thursday Evening : The Start of an Unstoppable Ride.


Suresh reached home at 7:15 PM, exhausted from the long day and the heavy tension in his chest. 
The moment he opened the door, he saw them both sitting on the sofa in the hall.

Gowtham was wearing only a loose t-shirt and shorts. Sneha sat beside him in a tiny, lavender color slip top that barely reached her mid-thighs. No panties. Just a black bra underneath.

“Welcome home, buddy,” Gowtham said with a relaxed smile. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Suresh raised an eyebrow. “For me?”

“Yes,” Gowtham replied. “Late-night sex makes me sleepy the next day. 
I couldn’t focus at work. So we decided to do it early today… the right way.”
Suresh’s jaw tightened. “Then continue. Why are you waiting for me?”
Gowtham smirked and winked. “You forgot, bro? 
Suresh realised,  to know the truth he has to watch...
Suresh stood there with a hard face and nodded once.

Gowtham didn’t waste a second. He pulled Sneha closer.
Sneha stood up quickly. “Wait…” She went into the kitchen, she had already made a coffee. she had expected Suresh to be coming.. and brought it to Suresh along with a plate of biscuits — her usual wifely care even in this twisted situation. 

Suresh took the cup silently.
Meanwhile, Gowtham pulled her back toward the sofa. “The sofa will be perfect for the evening.”
Sneha looked at him, slightly nervous. “For what?”

Gowtham removed his shorts, and came nude in the bottom, while the T Shirt was still on.
“You need to give him the best view,” Gowtham said, stroking his hard cock slowly.

Suresh locked the main door, and when he turned back, the scene had already begun.


Sneha was already on all fours on the wide sofa, her body positioned perfectly for maximum exposure. Her tiny black slip had ridden all the way up her back, completely baring her round, smooth ass and glistening pussy. The lips of her cunt were visibly swollen and wet, shining under the hall lights.


She held Gowtham’s thick, veined cock in her soft right hand, stroking it slowly from base to tip. Then, with a hungry moan, she lowered her mouth onto him.

Her lips stretched wide around his girth as she took the first few inches. A wet, obscene gluck sound escaped as she pushed deeper, her cheeks hollowing with effort. She bobbed her head steadily, sucking him with shameless hunger — saliva already dripping down his shaft and onto her fingers.

Because she was right at the edge of the sofa, her balance was shaky. She reached back with her left hand, grabbed Gowtham’s firm ass cheek for support, and pulled him closer. In the heat of the moment, her fingers dug into his flesh, pressing him forward so his cock slid even deeper into her throat.

“Mmmhh… gluck… gluck… mmmph…” The wet, sloppy sounds of her eager sucking filled the entire hall.


Her small, loose slip top hung down loosely from her shoulders, giving Suresh an unobstructed view of her heavy breasts swaying and jiggling inside her black bra with every forward bob of her head. The soft, creamy flesh bounced hypnotically. Her nipples were visibly hard, poking against the thin bra cups.

Suresh’s cock twitched violently in his pants. The sight of his respectable, homely wife on all fours like a bitch in heat, eagerly deep-throating another man while presenting her dripping pussy to the room, was too much to bear.
He couldn’t stop himself.

With trembling fingers, Suresh opened his zip, pulled out his rock-hard erection, and started stroking it right there in the middle of the hall — slow, desperate strokes as he watched.

Gowtham looked straight at Suresh and smiled — a wide, victorious, almost mocking smile. He deliberately removed his hand from the back of Sneha’s head, raising both hands slightly as if to say she’s doing this all by herself.

“Good girl…” he groaned loudly, voice thick with pleasure. “Show your husband how well you suck me. Look at him while you do it, baby.”

Sneha moaned around his cock, her eyes watering slightly from the depth, but she didn’t stop. She pushed even deeper, taking more of him until her nose pressed against his pelvis for a few seconds, then pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock.



In the middle of the blowjob, Gowtham’s breathing grew ragged. He groaned loudly, his abs tightening.
“Enough… come here.”

He suddenly pulled her up by her arms, sat back comfortably on the sofa, and lifted Sneha onto his lap in one smooth motion. She straddled him eagerly, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his thighs.

Sneha reached down between them, held his thick, saliva-coated cock upright, and slowly sank down onto it.

“Ahhhhhhh…” A long, throaty moan escaped her lips as inch after inch disappeared inside her soaked pussy. Her mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut in pure pleasure as she took him to the hilt. Her ass settled fully on his lap, his balls pressed against her.

For a moment she stayed still, adjusting to his size, her inner walls clenching around him. Then she began to ride — slow, sensual rolls of her hips at first, grinding her clit against his base.


Sneha’s riding grew faster. Her breasts bounced wildly in front of Gowtham’s face as she fucked herself on his cock with increasing desperation.
Plap… Plap… Plap…

The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft echoed through the hall. Her moans became louder, more shameless.
“Gowtham… you’re so deep… ahh… fuck…”


After nearly fifteen minutes of intense riding, Gowtham suddenly gripped her waist tightly. In one powerful move, he flipped her onto her back on the same sofa. Her legs spread wide automatically as he positioned himself between them.


He entered her in missionary with a single brutal thrust.
“Ahhhhh!” Sneha cried out, back arching sharply.

Gowtham didn’t hold back. He fucked her rough and fast, hips slamming down with raw power.
Thap… Thap… Thap… Thap…

The loud, wet slapping of skin against skin echoed through the entire hall. Sneha’s breasts bounced violently with every savage thrust. Her face was a picture of pure lust — eyes rolled back, mouth open, moaning shamelessly.

“Gowtham… oh fuck… yes… harder! Please… harder!”
Gowtham pounded her mercilessly, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every stroke. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove even deeper. The sofa creaked dangerously under their violent fucking.

Sneha’s loud, broken cries filled the room. “I’m yours… Gowtham… fuck me… don’t stop… ahhhhh!”
For the next five minutes, he destroyed her pussy in that position — deep, punishing strokes that made her entire body jolt. Her juices were leaking down onto the sofa.

Finally, Gowtham buried himself as deep as possible and roared. “Take it…!”
He came hard, flooding her pussy with thick, hot spurts. At the same moment, Sneha’s body convulsed violently. Her orgasm hit like a tsunami — legs shaking uncontrollably, toes curling, pussy clamping down around his cock as she screamed his name.

Both of them panted heavily, bodies locked together, covered in sweat.

Gowtham looked over at Suresh with a victorious smirk.

Suresh had already cum hard — thick white ropes of semen were splattered on the floor near his feet. His cock was still twitching in his hand.
Gowtham chuckled darkly. “Baby, relax for a bit.” He kissed Sneha’s forehead possessively, then looked at her. “I need coffee too. Suresh probably finished his in seconds. Take your time and make one for me. We’ll continue in the bedroom after.”

Sneha lay on the sofa for a full minute, chest heaving, legs still spread, cum slowly leaking from her well-fucked pussy. She couldn’t bring herself to meet Suresh’s eyes. But she clearly saw his spent cock and the mess he had made on the floor.

Silently, on shaky legs, she stood up, pulled her slip down, and walked to the kitchen without saying a word..

[Gladiator967]

i Agree. 

just curious ... does my story looks like glorifying it, anywhere?

my husband characters suffers so much that, 
im carefully pinning after effects to it. 

Any one reads it should forget such idea in real life..

Yes because the pleasure or thrill derived by sex in this story is by the sex scenes of Gowtham and sneha . 

If a villain is killing or hitting some innocent then the tone and bgm should be unpleasant and they should show the cruel and disgusting face of villain.  They shouldn't give elevation of bgm and show his muscles to praise his body by keeping blowing fan on his hair when villain is hitting or punishing innocent. .



This might look as xtreme example 

But it's as worse as showing a r*p* scene as some hot erotic scenes

[Joseph Rayman]

Both shared personal information and now emotionally attached too.