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

[sat200322]

Totally agree with you, looking forward to the story and climax!!

[RCF]

“You have to bring her to me yourself. Carry her in your arms, throw her on my bed, and tell her yourself to enjoy me.”


Something has changed.
Suresh is no longer playing the game.



Suresh will do exactly that now despite his reluctance. He is emotionally disconnected so to make him do that Gautham will do something that he will regret in the end. He will do something really dangerous and turn dark, so far Suresh is only giving half blame to Gautham and Sneha and rest on himself but this time it is going to break Suresh and he will go to war and try to destroy Gautham but not before gifting him his wife on his bear hands as asked by Gautham and he will witness a marathon of sex again unlike anything he has seen so far.....that's my prediction based on his previous stories lol. 

~RCF

[fuckandforget]

Suresh should do something to make Gowtham lose his job to bring some control. What abt Gowtham family parents siblings any. Who is marathi girl. What's her role

[Ragasiyananban]

Great going.

For gowtham the game lost its interest. Time to do something

Suresh seems to have given up just like that.

He should do something to show sneha that he is capable enough to make love to a girl and bring a new girl in his life.
If the girl is either ex of Gowtham or sister of Gowtham, it would be very good.

Also, suresh is now not bothered about Rakesh story that Gowtham blackmailing with nor with the photos in Gowtham phone
He has made his mind to divorce sneha anyway sometime. More than Gowtham, Sneha is turning manipulative now trying to read the mind of Suresh as she does not want to miss the bed time with lover with 10 years age difference.

[scorpia95]

ugh, i hate how the story is so obviously Ai assisted..

[Parthibajeeva]

First of all Sneha- Did she ever lusted or longed for it??No!! Even dreamed of it?? Never... It all started as a solution for her husband but converted into worst.. She still thinks that her husband is liking it and she is continuing it for her own pleasure too after all she is a human too.. If husband would have said no in the hill station itself it would have stopped.. It would have been in control.. I agree she has flows too.. is it any part it she didn't started.. No.. Now She has become  pawn in two males game.. Feel pity for her..
Then the Husband Suresh -It all started  from him..Even a fool  could have suspected the hill station kidnap.. But he never.. Still all this happening still he had not suspected Gowtham.. As I said even amad man could have suspected.. He asked Gowtham not to reveal Rakesh story so that his wife could suffer now he is ready for a divorce to made it worse.. Nonsense.. He never had the gut to say his a single word STOP.. that would end all.. instead he sits there and mastrubating for his own pleasure.. Then where is the self-respect for him.. He can't stop or control this.. Neither Sneha too.. If only both the couples understand each other and fight back that's the only chance..
Gowtham - All readers who expect punishment for him just dig a hole and put your head inside it . Because this author would never do that.. He always makes alpha wins.. He make the good character into bad or worse to make win his Alpha... He will change hi as a good man and he will get a send of gift as a good fuck to finish this story.. You can count me on that..
Yov Author you good at it man.. Well written.. keep it up..

[Mukul@99]

This is amazing ! The plot is so engaging, keeping the readers on the edge throughout the entire story. Such a fantastic read. Beautiful descriptive writing that doesn’t hold back. Very crafty, not a single gorgeous word is wasted. A story that is invading the mind. The illustrations are so appealing and complement the narrative so well, adding to the surreal reading experience. Your writing is so engaging; no one can hold themselves back from reading ! Thank you.

[fuckandforget]

Rules are meant to be broken
Wimp should not set rules. It's alpha responsibility

[fuckandforget]

Suresh who call himself not a cuck made a grave mistake of masturbating in front of Gowtham and sneha and proved he is.

[Thangaraasu]

Very nice

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 81 - The early signs of detachment 

Monday morning arrived with the quiet weight of routine, but beneath it hummed an undercurrent of change. Suresh woke early, his movements deliberate and calm. He helped Ramya pack the last of her things, sharing soft laughter and father-daughter banter that felt lighter than it had in weeks. 

While, Sneha was surprised to see Suresh waking up early help packing things. She swiftly got into kitchen, prepared breakfast and lunch for them. The trio had breakfast together as a family . As they prepared to leave, Sneha kissed Ramya and gave few pocket money to buy something in canteen.. 


Gowtham was getting ready for office but, he was not ready to enter Suresh house, he decided to step in to house after Ramya and Suresh left. 


Sneha saw father and daughter, happily going together. a memory she doesn't register for a long.. or just seeing clearing now. It make her look like, she is becoming less attentive compared to Suresh.


The drive to her hostel was filled with her excited chatter about college life, and for those precious hours, Suresh felt anchored—truly present as a father. He hugged her tightly at the gate, watching until she disappeared inside, a small smile lingering on his lips.

Back home, the house felt emptier the moment the car pulled away. Gowtham had timed his arrival perfectly. He stepped in through the door, his eyes already gleaming with anticipation as he found Sneha in the living room, still in her simple morning saree, the fabric clinging softly to her curves from the residual humidity.

“Ramya gone back to hostel?” he asked, voice low.



Sneha nodded, a faint smile touching her lips. “Yeah… just left with her father. You know, watching them together today… it hit me. They share such a great bond. I don’t know how to explain it, but it felt… im very jelous now she is getting an extra special from my husband.. Special that he doesnt give me...”

Gowtham closed the distance in two strides, his strong arms pulling her flush against his chest. “We share a great bond too, darling,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. He tilted her chin up and claimed her mouth in a deep, devouring kiss.

It was a five-minute war of tongues and lips—hungry, wet, breathless. His hands roamed her back, pressing her closer, while hers clutched his shirt. When they finally broke apart, both were flushed, lips swollen.

“You’re not going to the office?” Sneha asked, voice husky, one hand trailing down his chest. “You seem… in the mood today.”
“I am going,” he replied, nipping at her lower lip. “But I wanted to ask something first. Last time… we started in the evening and went till three in the morning, then again at dawn. I want that again. That intensity.”
Sneha’s eyes darkened with memory. “Mmm…



Gowtham continued.. I like that, Especially when your cuck husband stroked himself watching us—”


The words had barely left his lips when something snapped inside her. 

Ever since his sudden disappearance, Sneha wanted to be very careful about things, she was not sure why Suresh feels difference but she started looking this with caution.. 


Her hand shot down, gripping his hardening cock firmly through his pants and squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. 


“Next time you call him a cuck or use any harsh words,” she whispered fiercely, eyes locked on his, “I don’t care how much I love this dick—it’s my favorite, but I will cut it off. Understand?”

Gowtham winced, a sharp “Aaahh! It’s paining…” escaping him.

“It’ll pain him the same when he hears it,” she shot back. “He allows this… us. Fantasy aside, we owe him basic respect. I missed enforcing that earlier. Not anymore.”

He breathed through the discomfort, nodding. “You never stopped me from using those words during sex before… I thought it turned you on.”
“It did, in the heat of the moment,” she admitted, loosening her grip but not releasing him. “But maybe I won’t entertain it anymore. Things feel different now.”

“Okay, okay… peace,” he conceded, pulling her back into a gentler kiss. “This evening I’m coming home early. Let’s be naked on the sofa, fucking when he walks in. What do you say?”

Sneha pulled back, eyes narrowing. The thrill of the fantasy clashed with a sudden pang in her chest. “What do you get out of making things hard for my husband? I know it was Suresh’s fantasy at first. We did it. I needed it… and yeah, I liked parts of it. But why keep pushing for same again and again? Can’t we just have sex without dragging him into every moment?

You will leave me one day.. Even now, After we finish sex, I need him—as my partner, my person. I’m his wife. I love him. 
Whatever the answer is right now… it’s no.”

Gowtham’s expression flickered, but he backed off. “You kind of agreed just a minute ago…”

“Yes, but not now. 

Why is is because i called your husband cuck.

Sneha Yes. but not just that.. I’m not spending enough time with Suresh. I need that.

But We’ll have sex in the bed, like normal, a then sleep. Got it?”
He sighed but nodded. “Okay.”



Evening:

Evening settled over the house like a heavy curtain. Suresh returned from work, exhaustion and something deeper etched into his face. Sneha greeted him warmly, handing him fresh coffee, updating him on bills and Ramya’s tuition fees. 

She just truly wanted to spend some time, but she herself fell awkward to speak normally just like that, but she is clear even her sex marathon with gowtham, where she saw Suresh has been mastrubating on them thrice.. things had changed they didnt have a proper conversation. There was an unease between them, but Suresh doesnt make an issue out of it , pains her more. 

She wanted to start conversation, so she bring some random general things to speak with him



But Suresh barely spoke. His replies were polite, functional. He sat glued to the news channel, eyes distant, as if the world on screen was more real than the one in his living room.

She ironed his shirts with care, cooked his favorite dishes, moving around him like the devoted wife she still wanted to be.

She prepared his favorite dishes, expecting a happy smile from him, he used to come to kitchen and open vessels telling how the smell reaching bedroom.. but Suresh continued to pretend like he was busy seeing feed in his mobile. 


During dinner, while the trio have food on the table.. Gowtham played his dangerous game under the table—his foot sliding up Sneha’s leg, toes teasing her inner thigh while Suresh sat just across from them, oblivious. Sneha’s breath hitched, a rush of forbidden heat mixing with guilt.

After dinner, they moved to the TV. 


Gowtham’s patience finally snapped.
“I’m heading to bed, guys,” he announced, standing. His eyes burned into Sneha. 
“Sneha, join me. Let’s have a quick session before we sleep.”

Sneha’s gaze darted to Suresh, heart twisting. 
He looked… different. Distant. 
He answered her questions, spoke when needed, but the warmth was gone. It ached.
“Aren’t you coming to sleep?” she asked softly.

Suresh didn’t even look away from the screen. 
“There’s a big story breaking. I’ll come later. 
You two carry on.” His voice was flat, dismissive.

Something cold settled in Sneha’s stomach. She felt it—something wrong, unusual. 
But Gowtham was already tugging her toward the bedroom.

[sat200322]

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[heygiwriter]

Chapter 82 - Sex and the Detachment 

Once Sneha and Gowtham entered the master bedroom and closed the door with a soft, final click, Suresh switched off the TV.

The sudden silence in the apartment felt heavier than before, like the house itself was holding its breath.

He walked straight into the guest bedroom, locked the door, and lay down on the small single bed. 

The tiny mattress creaked under his weight, but it felt strangely liberating—narrow, private, his own. 

This feels so much more comfortable than that oversized marital bed, he thought, staring at the ceiling.

Within minutes, exhaustion pulled him under into a deep, deceptively peaceful sleep.

[b]10 minutes later…[/b]


The dream began innocently enough. 

Suresh was still in the guest bedroom when the door creaked open. A sliver of hallway light spilled in, and then Sneha stepped inside—completely naked, her full breasts swaying heavily with each deliberate step, nipples already stiff in the cool air. Her skin glowed under the dim light, thighs glistening faintly. Gowtham followed right behind her, his cock thick and fully erect, veins pulsing, a predatory smile on his face.

“Why didn’t you come to the bedroom?” Sneha whispered, her voice husky, seductive. 
She climbed onto the narrow bed, straddling Suresh’s thighs, her wet heat pressing against him through his clothes.

“I don’t like watching,” Suresh replied in the dream, his voice tight. “And I sure as hell don’t like being a cuck.”

Sneha’s expression shifted. She leaned down, her breasts brushing his chest, lips hovering near his ear. “But I need you there…” she breathed.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She glanced at it, and Gowtham did the same—secretive texts flashing across their screens. Her face crumpled. Tears welled up. “No… if this is hurting you, I’ll stop. Please don’t divorce me…” She begged desperately, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the master bedroom against his will.

Suresh realized it was a drama, she wanted him as cuck, want to watch them, looking at my rejection.. they quickly planned a way to drag him in.. In dreams he can see it very clear.. but he was already there inside the bedroom.


Inside, the massive cot was already shaking violently. Sneha was on all fours, moaning loudly as Gowtham slammed into her from behind, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. They didn’t stop even when Suresh was pulled onto the bed beside them. The mattress bounced with every brutal thrust. Sneha’s breasts swung wildly, sweat flying, her eyes half-lidded in ecstasy while she reached out and gripped Suresh’s hand. “Stay… watch me cum for him…” Gowtham grinned darkly, pounding harder, the wet sounds obscene and relentless.


Sneha no more wanted me. All she cared is Gowtham and his sex..

He was don with it, He woke up shouting only to release it was a dream...

He sat up, breathing fast, chest tight with a strange, lingering dread. Something felt… off. 
The apartment was too quiet. He went to the hall, drank water with shaking hands.

Fifteen minutes had passed in real time. The dream had felt eternal.
No more drama, he decided. I’m done. 

The dream gives him an idea of what would happen, if he tell her straight she would act stopping for a moment. But she would sneak behind his back. He believed so, he lost trust in her. 

Anyway i'm going to divorce her.. 
If i tell her, she would do another drama, beg for forgiveness but nothing will be same again. 
He decided he is going to keep her clueless of his state of mind, his decision. 


He would share the house - the space for Ramya’s sake, but live separately. Carefree. Detached. 
If anyone asked why he slept here, he’d say he is working over time.. a smooth lie that will be believable. 

What if Sneha ask him to come inside the master bedroom and work?
He decided to fake a reason online client meet? new clients, new procedures..
He don't want them to see these, so he is staying at guest room
he prepared a smooth lie. 

For few days, he would pretend having client meet after dinner, open his laptop, watch movies, then sleep there peacefully without any emotional damages. 

Perfect he patted himself. 
He took his laptop bag near his sofa and took it inside the guest bedroom.

Opening his laptop, he tested the webcam. His own tired face stared back—messy hair, visible grey strands in his beard and at the temples. He looked older. Defeated.


He set the laptop aside and stood in front of the mirror. His reflection was unflinching: a man who had slowly surrendered. The greying hair was proof he was losing his edge, his desirability.

Suresh looked himself dead in the eyes and said firmly, “Hey grey heroes… tomorrow you will be gone.” He winked at his reflection, forcing confidence. “Good night.”

He returned to bed, opened his laptop, and started a movie—calm on the surface, detached. He would share the house with Sneha for their daughter Ramya’s sake, but he was done. No more drama. No more nights of listening through the walls.

Yet that dream clung to him like a shadow. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something darker was unfolding just beyond the locked door. but he was not bothered, because Sneha is nothing to him any more. 


15 Minutes before - Same time Inside the Master Bedroom


The moment the door clicked shut, Gowtham grabbed Sneha like a man starved. He crushed his mouth to hers in a hungry, bruising kiss that lasted nearly ten minutes—tongues battling, teeth nipping, hands roaming possessively.

Gowtham does a magic in her, the moment their lips locked, she forget the battle she had in the hall.. He pushed her backward onto the massive bed, climbing over her, his hard cock pressing insistently against her thigh through his clothes.

Sneha placed a hand on his chest. “Slow tonight,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. “I want to feel everything.”

He smirked, but obeyed… at first. He peeled her clothes off slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin—her neck, collarbone, the soft undersides of her heavy breasts. 

Sneha’s breathing grew ragged, but her eyes kept darting to the closed door. The silence from the rest of the house felt unnerving. Why isn’t Suresh coming? Is he really okay with this?


Gowtham noticed her distraction. His grip tightened. In one swift motion, he flipped them so she was on top in cowgirl position. He pulled her down for a deep, devouring kiss while unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, then biting—rough enough to make her gasp and arch. Pleasure shot through her, but so did that nagging unease.

He yanked her panties aside, rubbing the thick head of his cock along her slick folds, teasing her clit until she was dripping. Sneha moaned, grinding against him involuntarily, but suddenly froze.

“Suresh still hasn’t come… I should check on him.”

She tried to climb off. Gowtham’s strong arms locked around her waist like iron bands. “He’s fine,” he growled against her breast, attacking her nipples again—licking, sucking, biting her weak spot until her resistance melted into desperate whimpers. 

While she was lost in the sensation, he thrust upward, burying his thick cock deep inside her wet, clenching pussy in one powerful stroke.


Sneha cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. For the next forty minutes, the room filled with raw, filthy sounds—skin slapping skin, wet squelching, her uncontrollable moans. He fucked her in missionary, legs over his shoulders, pounding so deep she felt him in her stomach. Then he flipped her to spooning, one hand choking her throat lightly, the other rubbing her clit while he took her from behind with slow, grinding thrusts that built unbearable tension.


Every thrust carried a dark edge tonight. Gowtham’s whispers were possessive: “You’re mine when this door closes… he doesn’t get this version of you.” Sneha came hard, shuddering, but even in orgasm her mind flickered to the hallway. Is Suresh listening? Watching through a crack? Why does the silence feel so… threatening? is he enjoying? or He hates me now?

They climaxed together—Gowtham burying himself to the hilt, groaning as he filled her. 
Panting, bodies slick with sweat, Sneha glanced at the clock. 
Over an hour had passed.


Suresh still hadn’t come.

Her post-orgasm haze shattered into cold anxiety. This wasn’t normal. A dark thrill mixed with fear twisted in her belly—part guilt, part forbidden excitement, part genuine dread. What if something was wrong? something unease caught her even before they entered the room, but the sex blinds her eyes.

“No… this is unusual,” she whispered, voice hoarse.


She tried to climb off. Gowtham’s strong hand caught her wrist in a tight grip. “Shall we go for a second round, baby?” he winked, voice thick with lust, pulling her back down onto his throbbing cock.


Sneha’s eyes flashed with irritation. She forcefully removed his hand from her wrist. “Not now.”

Heart racing with worry and a strange, growing unease, she quickly wiped the sweat and cum from her thighs with a towel but stayed completely naked—breasts flushed deep red, nipples swollen and marked from his rough bites, her freshly fucked pussy still glistening and leaking his load down her inner thighs.

Barefoot and exposed, she rushed out of the room.

The cool hallway air kissed her overheated skin, raising goosebumps across her naked breasts, stomach, and ass. Her nipples tightened even more. Every soft pad of her feet on the floor sounded too loud in the unnatural silence.

She could not find him in hall?
Where does he gone?
Disappeared again like last time?.

[Vishal Ramana]

Has Gowtham become uninvited guest. Sneha cooks for him like wife. After all these how can this even happen. Let suresh attain sanyasa

[me.you]

Honestly i dnt want to comment on this story because it will ruin writer plan. But every one blame sneha. What she did wrong here. Initially Suresh only insist her to role play and Make affair with Gowtham. she was manupulated by both and Gowtham lied to suresh and Sneha.. Now she think still suresh like that voyeur or cuck feel. Suresh did not told the truth he is not cuckold or gowtham did not tell her the complete true.. 

Why every one blame Sneha? I dnt get the point here. If husband enjoying and mastrubate himself while she have sex with other person, what she will think? she will guess he like all this kinky. Dnt blame guys sneha. She is the main victim in this story.. Yes she is enjoying with Gowtham,, but for whos sake? Suresh only started all this.. By the way , suresh trust Gowtham, But he break all trust..

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 83 - Cryptic Message


Sneha stepped into the dimly lit hallway, heart hammering against her ribs. The cool air wrapped around her naked body like invisible fingers. Her breasts, still flushed and heavy from Gowtham’s rough attention, swayed with every hurried step. Thick strands of his cum continued to leak slowly down her inner thighs.

Where is he? Did he disappear again like last time?

She checked the kitchen — empty. Then Ramya’s room — empty. 
Panic rising, she moved toward the guest bedroom. 
A thin line of blue light glowed from underneath.
She quietly opened the door.
There he was.

Suresh sat on the small single bed, laptop screen casting a cold glow across his face. He slowly looked up.

Sneha stood in the doorway — completely naked, skin still glowing, nipples swollen and red, pussy visibly used and leaking.
“Suresh… what are you doing here?” she asked softly, stepping closer. “Why didn’t you come to the bedroom?”
Suresh raised his hand sharply. “Stay there. Don’t come closer.”

“I just finished an online client meeting,” he said calmly. “They might call back anytime.”
“Online meeting?” Sneha frowned. “Since when does your company do late-night calls?”
“New client. New project. Marketing targets don’t wait. You never understood this part of my work.”

No i mean i have not seen you working online earlier like this? it is new to me!
Suresh: Then you will see more of it from now. Everything will be new. 

At-least “You could have worked in our bedroom

Suresh’s voice turned cold. “While you and Gowtham fuck two feet away from me?
Do you want my clients to accidentally see my wife moaning like a slut? I need privacy. This room is better. Alone.”
Sneha swallowed hard. The explanation slowly sank in. He’s just working… I overthought everything.

“Okay… I’ll sleep in the master bedroom then. Come after you’re done?”
“Don’t bother me,” he replied flatly. “Next time, knock before entering. Now go.”
Sneha hesitated. “Shall I sleep here?”
“It’s a single bed. How will I work?”

She bit her lip. “You’re not angry with me, right? 
Should I sleep with Gowtham then?”
Suresh looked straight into her eyes, his tone calm yet final.
“Sneha, I’ve taken a decision for myself. You have no space in my bedroom anymore. I mean this guest room.
The rest… you decide for yourself.”

He paused, then added:
“One more thing. You are a married woman, not a slut. Next time you come out, dress properly. 

I don’t want anyone seeing you walking around naked. anyone i mean the clients i meet online.. i could work anywhere in the house except hat bedroom. if you come out nude, you would put me in embracement.”

Sneha’s legs trembled for the first time that night. 
A cold shiver ran through her body. Without another word, she turned and left.

Back in the master bedroom, she quickly wore her panties, bra, and a thin satin nighty. Confusion clouded her mind.
Was he just stressed about work… or was he accusing me?

She made a hot drink, knocked on the guest room door, and kept it on the table. 
“For you,” she said softly. Suresh noticed she had dressed.
Both bedroom doors locked with quiet clicks.

---

Sneha lay beside Gowtham, staring at the ceiling, mind racing. The nighty clung to her still-damp skin. Gowtham pulled her closer, sensing the shift in her energy. He didn’t push for more sex. Instead, he stayed unusually calm, watching her with calculating eyes. Something was off. He could smell it.

Gowtham realized something, Like Sneha said, everything was off for almost a week, the first thing he witnessed for Suresh coldness to him on Sunday, then his disappearance, then Sneha's strict yet half minded approach. He fears his control on them is slowly fading.. and he knows Suresh cannot be controlled again.. he was not tempted.. only positive thing for him is, Sneha is on his side. he just wanted to hold on it tightly, he hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek and assured he is here and together, lets figure out what's with Suresh. He assured he will support her at any cost and will do things that will fix things if needed.

In the guest room, Suresh finally closed his laptop, switched off the lights, and lay down on the narrow bed. A strange, icy peace settled over him. Seeing her naked and leaking another man’s cum had stirred nothing but disgust. No jealousy. No pain. Just… nothing.

He knew the nighty was only a temporary show. The moment she stepped back into that room, it would come off again. But it no longer mattered.


Chapter 84 - Empty Bed


Morning light filtered weakly through the curtains at 6:10 AM.

Sneha stirred awake with a soft gasp. Gowtham’s thick cock was still buried deep inside her, rock-hard even in his sleep. The memories of midnight came rushing back — his whispered consolations slowly turning into slow, deep thrusts, her nighty being torn off roughly as he fucked her again while she was lost in confusion and guilt.

Her body felt heavy, used, and exhausted.

She gently tried to slide off him, thinking she should bathe quickly and cook breakfast for Suresh. But before she could move further, Gowtham stirred and pulled her back lazily.
“Coffee, baby…” he mumbled, voice thick with tiredness. “I need one now. Last night drained me.”
Sneha was tired too — her thighs sticky, pussy sore from the second round — but she nodded. “Okay.”

She climbed out of bed and walked toward the door, completely naked. 
Her breasts swayed, nipples still sensitive, and a fresh trickle of Gowtham’s cum ran down her inner thigh.

Two steps from the door, Suresh’s cold words from last night echoed sharply in her mind:
“You are a married woman, not a slut. Next time, dress properly. I don’t want anyone seeing you naked.”

She froze. A strange shame twisted in her chest. She quickly turned back, picked up her bra and panties, and slipped them on. When she reached for the torn satin nighty, she saw how badly Gowtham had ripped it in his hurry at midnight. She threw it aside and pulled on a fresh, modest nighty that covered her properly.

Only then did she step out.
In the kitchen, she prepared two cups of strong coffee. She expected Suresh to come out any moment — maybe from the guest room, maybe already in the hall. But the house was strangely silent.

After a few minutes, she carried one cup toward the guest bedroom. The door was slightly open.
“Suresh?” she called softly.
No answer.

She pushed the door wider. The bed was neatly made. Laptop gone. No sign of him.
Her heartbeat quickened. 
She checked the attached bathroom — empty. 
Then the hall, Ramya’s room, even the rooftop terrace. Nowhere.

He was gone.
For the second time.
Her hands started shaking so badly that hot coffee spilled over her fingers. 
She rushed back to the sofa, placed the cups down, and dialed his number with trembling fingers.

It rang… and rang… then went to voicemail.
She tried again. Same result.

Tears flooded her eyes. She collapsed onto the sofa, clutching her phone tightly.
Suresh… please pick up.

“I knew it… I knew something was wrong the whole day yesterday,” she whispered brokenly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I should never have had sex with Gowtham. I should have stayed with him… talked to him. My pleasure… my selfishness… it’s pushing him away from me.”
Her chest tightened painfully. The guilt was crushing.

“He’s missing again. For unknown reasons. And it’s all because of me…” She cried curled up in sofa

[Xossipyan]

Fantastic story
Wat makes this one is so spl is the regular update
Kudos to author heygiwritter
Superbbbb???

[Vishal Ramana]

Simply excellent

[JohnS112]

It’s looks amazing that she can’t understand her husband. When he said you have no place in my bedroom….this Guestroom….


But she can understand everything Gowtham says……


Again a fantastic update……pls continue with regular updates….it is keeping me hooked on to the superbly written story

[jiivawonderland]

One of the best erotica you have written on this platform.  

Every one at fault. Once an open couple now started hiding all because of one intruder. 

classic setup for cheating but cuckold.. i never t hought it would go this way. 

The best thing with your stories is when wife goes too far, the post sex scenarios are beautifully handled by you.. 


Ignore some comments. just write your way. 

Frankly you keep surprising with every updates..