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

[Parthibajeeva]

Chapter 93 - Hidden Agendas

Saturday morning turned into a restless day for Gowtham.

Gowtham stepped out of the elevator on Saturday morning. His tie felt tighter than usual, and the weight of the weekend’s chaos pressed down on his shoulders like an invisible hand. He nodded mechanically at the security guard and walked straight to his cubicle, but his mind was anywhere but on the quarterly reports waiting on his laptop.

How can a woman—or a girl, really—have a mind this crooked? The thought looped in his head like a bad song. He had heard the office gossip for years: stories of ambitious women who would do anything—anything—to climb the corporate ladder. Flirt, manipulate, sleep their way up, spread half-truths like butter on toast. He had always dismissed them as jealous exaggerations from bitter colleagues. Until now. Until Varsha.

She was sharp, no doubt. The kind of sharp that cut both ways. Gowtham knew the information she held could explode at any moment if she got irritated. One irritated WhatsApp voice note, one calculated leak, and his career, his reputation—everything—could go up in flames. 

The memories of her demand keep coming to his mind..
He clenched his jaw. A woman like her doesn’t deserve to be in this company. Period.


He pulled out his phone and opened WhatsApp. His thumb hovered over his boss’s chat. Sir, any chance we can meet today? It’s important. He typed the message but didn’t send it yet. Instead, the app loaded the previous conversation automatically, and his eyes froze on the old messages he had barely noticed in the heat of the moment.

The messages from a few days ago — the ones he had barely read while he was in the middle of sex with Sneha — now stared back at him.

Varsha wasn’t just any trainee.

She was the daughter of his boss’s ex-boss.  

Coming from a family like that… why would she resort to such cunning games? Why not play fair? The question burned. She had connections most people would kill for. Yet here she was, playing dirty, pulling strings in the dark. He wasn’t sure anymore how to bring this up with his boss. The meeting suddenly felt dangerous. Instead of fear, a strange curiosity took root. What exactly is she up to? Why is she like this? Maybe his boss—the “head”—had the answers. He closed the app without sending the message.

He decided to meet him on pretext of some work and try to get a clue from him .. He was curious about Varsha what's her real game?!!


At Lawyer office

Across the city, in a quiet lane off DRX Road, Suresh pushed open the glass door of Manohar & Associates at exactly 12:17 p.m. The lawyer’s office smelled of old files, filter coffee, and air freshener struggling to win. Manohar Sharma, a balding man in his late fifties with a crisp white shirt and sharper eyes, rose from behind his cluttered desk.


“Suresh ji, please sit. You said it was urgent.”

Suresh dropped into the chair like a man who hadn’t slept in days. His hands trembled slightly as he clasped them together. “I want a divorce. Quick. The fastest way possible.”

Manohar leaned back, adjusting his spectacles. “Alright. Tell me the details.”

Suresh hesitated. The words stuck in his throat. He gave the bare minimum—married Eleven years, one daughter, wife had been a housewife the entire time. Manohar listened without interruption, then spoke plainly.

“If you are insistent on divorce, you will have to pay alimony or maintenance. Under Indian law, given her status as a homemaker, the court will look at your income, her needs, and the child’s future. But if speed is what you want…”

“I don’t care about the money,” Suresh cut in. “I’ll pay whatever is fair. I just want out. Fast.”

Manohar nodded slowly. “Then the only realistic quick route is mutual consent divorce. Both of you must agree. You sit down, decide on maintenance, custody, property division—everything in black and white. Once the terms are settled and both of you are on the same page, the court process is smooth. Six months cooling-off can sometimes be waived if the judge is convinced. It can be done in a few months, even weeks if prepared well.”

Suresh let out a bitter laugh. “She won’t agree.”
Manohar’s expression didn’t change. “Then it has to be contested divorce. Cruelty, desertion, or… adultery.
But contested means a long battle. Years, not months.”

Suresh’s eyes hardened. “What if she is cheating? What if she is in adultery? The court should grant me the divorce immediately, right?”
The lawyer gave a small, tired smile—the smile of a man who had heard this a thousand times. “That’s the common misconception, Suresh ji. When both parties want to separate, the court has no interest in keeping you together. They will suggest counselling, but if everything is prepared, it moves. In a contested case, only one side wants out and is proving fault. The other side will fight tooth and nail. Counter-arguments, more proofs, cross-examinations, appeals… it becomes a long, ugly road. And after the decree, child custody, visitation, maintenance battles continue for years.”

Suresh leaned forward, voice low. “I have proofs. My wife has slept with a friend of mine.”

Manohar’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Bring me the proofs. For adultery under the ***** Marriage Act—or whichever personal law applies—there are requirements. It must be voluntary sexual intercourse with another person after marriage. A single act can sometimes suffice, but courts prefer evidence of a pattern—‘living in adultery.’ You may also have to name the co-respondent in the petition.”

Suresh’s face tightened. He could bring proofs. Chat screenshots, the photos on both phones… but naming Gowtham? Dragging everything into open court? His daughter would grow up hearing the whispers. The shame. He shook his head.

“I don’t want to destroy anyone’s name. Especially not my daughter’s future.”

Manohar folded his hands. “Then collect solid evidence quietly. Use it to convince your wife and the other man to come to the table for mutual consent. Threaten the adultery case if needed. People often agree to mutual terms when they realise their names will be dragged through the mud otherwise. But…” He paused, studying Suresh’s face. “You still seem to care about protecting them even after what they did.”
Suresh looked away. “It’s… complicated. They did it after my consent. Kind of. It’s not simple.”

The lawyer exhaled sharply. “Forget complicated. If they can prove you gave consent, the adultery ground collapses. The court will see it as a choice between consenting adults. The case will be thrown out or weakened badly.” He tapped the desk once. “So give it a try. Gather whatever you have and push for mutual consent. It’s still your fastest exit.”

Suresh left the office twenty minutes later, the heavy wooden door clicking shut behind him. The meeting had not gone the way he hoped. No magic wand. No quick stamp of divorce. Only more complications.

As he walked towards the parking lot, one thought crystallized in his mind. 
He remembered the chats on his wife’s phone.
The photos on Gowtham’s phone.
He needed those files. Solid, undeniable proof.



He got a plan... He can get only messages and screenshots from wife's phone but... Gowtham phone has a lot more. Getting his hand on it will give him the upper hand he thought. 

Tomorrow is Sunday. He would message Gowtham casually. Suggest a beer. 
Catch up like old friends. Get him talking. 
Maybe get him to hand over the photos willingly… or find a way to take them.

One way or another, Suresh was getting out of this marriage.
Even if it meant playing the same crooked game everyone else seemed to be playing.

Did Suresh copy only Gowtham's chat & screenshots with Sneha from that mobile? In that case, did he miss to see Gowtham's chat (if any) about the payment with that hill station rowdy gang? I was expecting Suresh to see that very badly!!

This is the exact thing which I don't want to indicate purposely.. because this author doesn't like the readers guessing correctly.. so then he would change the course in against the readers  guessing... Alas you indicate it.. feel pity for both of us.. ha ha ha

[me.you]

Cant stop laughing for this.. :D:D:D:D:D

I agree some women, take serious issue as a fun thing, and fun thing as serious. :D

some humans are like that.. like me hehe

[heygiwriter]

This is the exact thing which I don't want to indicate purposely.. because this author doesn't like the readers guessing correctly.. so then he would change the course in against the readers  guessing... Alas you indicate it.. feel pity for both of us.. ha ha ha

When you can guess This. 
as a writer wont i think about it?

Suresh just had 10 mins, As a reader you know Gowtham's link to the kidnappers.

But as a character. 
From Suresh point of view, its only photos or videos, which would help him.. + the knowin information is Rakesh.
He wont even have an idea of kindaper, or names he saved. 

lets say his name is x, kidnapper name is X. Will Gowtham save his name as X kidnapper or just X? 
How will Suresh identity the contact as a kidnapper.

[VinodV]

This is the exact thing which I don't want to indicate purposely.. because this author doesn't like the readers guessing correctly.. so then he would change the course in against the readers  guessing... Alas you indicate it.. feel pity for both of us.. ha ha ha

Lol...you are right...and I also thought exactly the same about writer's thinking and waited for the whole long day! I mentioned it finally because, it will lead to unnecessary other dramatic turns, if he skips this simple and easy way. 

However I also want to get this story concluded soon to avoid diluting and losing interest. Thanks for coinciding with my thoughts and hope this clarifies!

[VinodV]

When you can guess This. 
as a writer wont i think about it?

Suresh just had 10 mins, As a reader you know Gowtham's link to the kidnappers.

But as a character. 
From Suresh point of view, its only photos or videos, which would help him.. + the knowin information is Rakesh.
He wont even have an idea of kindaper, or names he saved. 

lets say his name is x, kidnapper name is X. Will Gowtham save his name as X kidnapper or just X? 
How will Suresh identity the contact as a kidnapper.

This awesome answer sir..and clarified very nicely! Kudos!!

[VinodV]

Lol...you are right...and I also thought exactly the same about writer's thinking and waited for the whole long day! I mentioned it finally because, it will lead to unnecessary other dramatic turns, if he skips this simple and easy way. 

However I also want to get this story concluded soon to avoid diluting and losing interest. Thanks for coinciding with my thoughts and hope this clarifies!

I changed my opinion after reading Heygi's above response! However would like to see conclusion very soon, atleast in next 7 to 10 episodes

[heygiwriter]

I changed my opinion after reading Heygi's above response! However would like to see conclusion very soon, atleast in next 7 to 10 episodes

That's not at all possible :)

They have just started

[Muhammad Hasan]

When you can guess This. 
as a writer wont i think about it?

Suresh just had 10 mins, As a reader you know Gowtham's link to the kidnappers.

But as a character. 
From Suresh point of view, its only photos or videos, which would help him.. + the knowin information is Rakesh.
He wont even have an idea of kindaper, or names he saved. 

lets say his name is x, kidnapper name is X. Will Gowtham save his name as X kidnapper or just X? 
How will Suresh identity the contact as a kidnapper.

Dear Author, can you please ignore these comments and continue your story. It's going very well as you see 80% of readers liking this story. 
Thank You.

[VinodV]

That's not at all possible :)

They have just started

Hmmm... I am happy on one side that Baahubali-2 is still there... unhappy that I will have to lose focus on office work for few more weeks... :-) 

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 94 - Quiet Moves

When Suresh woke up at 5:20 AM, he realized Sneha was on his chest, sleeping peacefully. For the second day in a row, She came to him and slept with him, Opposite to her regular pattern of sleeping with Ramya, when she is around.

Her arm was wrapped around him possessively, her warm breath brushing softly against his skin with every exhale. For a fleeting moment, the old familiarity felt comforting — the weight of her body, the scent of her hair, the way she instinctively curled into him like she used to in the early days of their marriage.


But then the guilt hit him like a cold wave. Every time she came this close, it reminded him of what he was planning to do. The divorce papers. The lies. The final break.

He lay still for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, before gently lifting her arm and placing it beside her. He slipped a pillow under her face so she wouldn’t wake up uncomfortable, then quietly got out of bed. He needed fresh air. He changed into his tracks and went for a long morning walk, the cool pre-dawn breeze doing little to clear the storm in his head.

During his long walk, he was thinking about the schedule for the day, with lawyer and at office. 

When he returned to the house, Sneha was already up and moving around the kitchen, getting things ready for Ramya — packing her college bag with neat precision, preparing her favorite breakfast of idli and chutney. Suresh felt a small, unexpected sense of relief. At least when Ramya is around, she seems sensible, he thought. It was one of the few things that still felt normal.

Sneha looked at him as he entered and asked casually, Coffee?
Suresh nodded. 

The morning coffee session was one of the excuses, Sneha nowadays use to have a quick chat with Suresh 
after some quite random conversation. 

Sneha asked him a question: “How long will these meetings go on like this?” Your Night Client meetings!?
“A few months,” Suresh replied, keeping his tone even.
She nodded. “Okay.”
The question was not ordinary! it had something to do with her plan for the night

During breakfast, Gowtham joined them at the table. He acted like he had no memory of what had happened the previous night — completely normal, chatting lightly with Ramya about her college stories and avoiding any awkwardness with Sneha. Sneha had a quiet laugh inside. Smart idiot. You’re acting with me? Let me unmask your drama soon.

Suresh took Ramya to the hostel, dropping her off with a tight hug and a promise to call later. Gowtham left for office shortly after.

With his boss away in Delhi, Gowtham once again let the training session slip. He didn’t care about the trainees or Varsha today. All he was doing was running permutations and combinations in his head on how to get Sneha back on the bed. His obsession had returned full force — vivid images of her body, her moans, her surrender.

Suresh, on the other hand, was stuck with office work. The new role at V-Activate was demanding and fast-paced. He couldn’t find even a small window to meet the lawyer. The accounts and reports took far longer than expected, and he reached home only by 8 PM, exhausted.
Gowtham came back around the same time for dinner.

While everyone was having dinner, Sneha noticed Gowtham was still putting up an act — polite, normal, as if nothing had happened. She remembered his emotional, slurred words from the rooftop the previous night. He must have been hurt when I stopped having sex with him. She decided to bring him back.

Under the table, for the first time in days, she initiated. Her toe slowly brushed against his leg, moving up his calf with deliberate softness, tracing a light, teasing path.

Gowtham coughed suddenly, nearly choking on his food. His eyes widened in shock at her unexpected initiative.

[Ajay Kailash]

With her pussy stretched long and wide many times by Gowtham, it is very difficult to keep herself away from his cock. Lets see what happens next.

[Parthibajeeva]

When you can guess This. 
as a writer wont i think about it?

Suresh just had 10 mins, As a reader you know Gowtham's link to the kidnappers.

But as a character. 
From Suresh point of view, its only photos or videos, which would help him.. + the knowin information is Rakesh.
He wont even have an idea of kindaper, or names he saved. 

lets say his name is x, kidnapper name is X. Will Gowtham save his name as X kidnapper or just X? 
How will Suresh identity the contact as a kidnapper.

Can he could not  guessed the dates and the messages about the amount.. He was there when he is messaging and he himself asked who is he messaging.. if he can't recognise it then how now he knows that he is acting.. Either Suresh is fool or innocent?? Is he!!

[Ajay Kailash]

All the encounters happening within the four walls of the house. Let Gowtham take sneha out for more adventures. She must be missing those badly from suresh. Just fuck off the outside rule set by suresh like other rules.

[heygiwriter]

Kind request don't post any images, it may get misunderstood by other readers.

[Mrmoon]

All the encounters happening within the four walls of the house. Let Gowtham take sneha out for more adventures. She must be missing those badly from suresh. Just fuck off the outside rule set by suresh like other rules.

I like.the story very much but it seens writer is.dragging the story as i lost imtrest on story as  as tgere is no logic and writer isndraghing the story
.

Suresh initiates this act and if he doesnt like it..he must be open with sneha and after that also id sneha cheats suresh then suresh is correct..but he is not doing like that..

Writer always supports the charecter like gautham thats the reason he is not willing to punish him or his acts.

He dont want suresh and sneha be happy thats the reason he has no intension to make them happy.


Writer...looks like writern dont want happy couple thats the reason u r making crrak

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 95 - Make-Up Pleasure


Sneha had been thinking about it all day. The guilt from the previous night still lingered. She had stopped Gowtham from touching her for days — especially after that morning when he had tried to push his cock deep into her throat while Suresh walked in. She had felt small, exposed, and ashamed in that moment. In her anger and confusion, she had punished him, setting strict rules and pushing him away.
But now she understood. Gowtham hadn’t done anything wrong. He had only tried to calm her down in the only way he knew. And she had hurt him.

Tonight, she decided to treat him. To give him the best.
During Dinner. 


The moment her toe touched gowtham was shocked, he coughed and almost choked on food. Bitch this is unexpected… I was just planning to lure you into bed, you are volunteering.. Okay if you want to take the lead then let me play hard to get.. 


He quickly got up and said.. He had finished and went to the master bedroom. Sneha laughed, idiot putting up an act.. smart.. Wait da badava im coming for you..


The night was quiet, almost too quiet.
She waited until Suresh had locked himself in the guest room. Then she walked into the master bedroom where Gowtham was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone, pretending to be uninterested. But she knows he was expecting her..

Sneha closed the door softly behind her and locked it.

Gowtham didn’t even look up.


She stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, then slowly climbed onto it, crawling toward him on all fours like a cat. Her light nighty rode up her thighs, showing the smooth skin beneath.


Gowtham finally glanced at her but kept his face neutral. “What do you want?”

“Won’t you know what I want?” Sneha asked, her voice soft but teasing.

Gowtham looked at her, pretending ignorance. “I don’t know.”

Sneha tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “I want answers.”



Gowtham was slightly shocked. “What is that now? Did I carelessly leave any loopholes?”

“What?”



Sneha continued, her eyes locked on his. 

“Why do you neglect me for days? I hoped you would make a move… especially the day when you noticed me and Suresh were back on terms.”



Gowtham’s jaw tightened. “I won’t… why should I? You thought me so low…”

Sneha laughed inside. He is still playing hard… how cute.



She didn’t answer with words. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, pushing him gently but firmly onto his back. Gowtham resisted for a second, pretending indifference, but she was determined.



She straddled his waist, her nighty slipping further off one shoulder, fully exposing the soft, full curve of her breast. Gowtham’s breathing changed instantly. His eyes darkened with desire, but he still tried to act cool. “Sneha… I thought you had rules.”



“Shhh…” she whispered, her voice low and husky, full of promise. 

“Tonight, there are no rules.”



She winked at him playfully.
Gowtham swallowed hard. “I’m not interested…”


Sneha’s fingers traced slowly down his stomach, teasing every ridge of muscle, until they reached the waistband of his boxers. She could already feel how hard he was beneath the fabric.

She grabbed his cock over the boxer and gave it a firm, slow squeeze. “Your dick says something else… and you say you’re not interested?” She pressed it again, feeling it throb under her palm.

Gowtham felt like he was in a dream. A woman taking the initiative like this — bold, hungry, unapologetic — left him completely overpowered. His usual control was slipping fast.



Sneha leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “I know I hurt you,” 
she whispered. “Today, let me give you pleasure you’ll never forget.”


She kissed his neck, then moved lower, trailing soft, wet kisses down his chest and stomach. When she reached his boxers, she slowly pulled them down, freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang up, already leaking precum at the tip.

Sneha licked his dick slowly, dragging her warm, wet tongue from the base all the way up to the swollen head. “I know how it must have hurt when I held your penis like that to find the truth…” she whispered, her voice husky and full of regret.


She wrapped her soft fingers around the thick base and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke, squeezing just enough to make him throb in her hand. “The same dick… I will give my utmost attention with love.”


Gowtham groaned despite himself, his hips jerking slightly. His hand moved instinctively to her hair, fingers threading through the strands, not forcing her yet, but clearly fighting the urge to.

Sneha looked up at him with sultry, half-lidded eyes, her lips glistening. “You like that?”

Without waiting for an answer, she opened her mouth and took the head inside. She sucked gently at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, tasting every drop. Then she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his thickness as she bobbed her head slowly, taking more of him with each downward stroke.


The wet, obscene sounds filled the room — soft slurping, her tongue working eagerly, the occasional quiet gag as she pushed herself further. Saliva dripped down his shaft, making everything slick and messy.

Gowtham’s breathing grew heavier. “Fuck… Sneha…”

She moaned around his cock, the vibration sending pleasure shooting through him. She was completely focused on him now — sucking harder, taking him deeper, her hand stroking the part she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her eyes never left his face, watching every reaction, every twitch of pleasure she drew from him.


She pulled off for a moment, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. “You tried to fuck my throat that morning… remember?” she whispered, voice hoarse with lust. “I stopped you then. Tonight, I won’t.”


Before he could respond, she took him deep again — relaxing her throat and pushing forward until her nose pressed against his pelvis. She held him there, eyes watering slightly, then pulled back slowly, gasping for air, before diving down once more.

She sucked him with pure hunger now — long, sloppy strokes, occasional deep-throating, teasing the underside with her tongue. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t take, while her other hand gently massaged his balls.

Gowtham’s control was slipping fast. His fingers tightened in her hair as he groaned, “Fuck… you’re so good at this…”

He started fucking her mouth deeper, faster, his hips thrusting upward with raw need. Sneha took it eagerly, relaxing her throat, letting him use her. The wet, filthy sounds of her gagging and slurping filled the room as saliva dripped down her chin and onto his balls. Her eyes watered, but she never pulled away, moaning around his thick cock, the vibrations driving him wild.

His thighs started trembling. His breathing turned ragged. With a low, guttural groan that vibrated through his entire body, he came hard down her throat. Thick, hot spurts flooded her mouth as he held her head firmly in place, pulsing again and again, emptying himself completely.



Sneha swallowed every drop, her throat working around him, milking him until he had nothing left. Only then did she slowly pull off, gasping for air. A thin string of saliva and cum connected her swollen lips to the tip of his cock before breaking. She licked her lips clean, savoring the taste of him, and looked up at him with a satisfied, slightly shy smile.


Gowtham was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, staring down at her in pure disbelief and raw, hungry lust. His hand was still tangled in her hair, gently stroking now, almost tenderly.

Sneha crawled up his body like a satisfied cat, her nighty completely disheveled, breasts brushing against his chest. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips, letting him taste himself on her tongue.

“I’m sorry for punishing you,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice husky and sincere. “This is my way of saying I trust you again.”
Gowtham pulled her close with a low growl, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. His hand slid down possessively to squeeze her full, round ass, pulling her tighter against his still-hard cock.

“The night is far from over,” he murmured, voice thick with renewed desire, already thinking about all the ways he wanted to repay her.

[chellaporukki]

Suresh and sneha did not get physical long time. Sneha is not in mood to initiate with suresh. She is getting better pleasure from this young man. Only when suresh fuck her he will come to know how much the monster cock of Gowtham stretched her that there is no grip inside her. That will break all his confidence to fuck a woman.

[VinodV]

Gone...There is no way that Sneha character will gain sympathy (if anyone is expecting) hereafter!

Only two objectives left for this story to move forward - 

1) Regain Sneha from Gowtham by Suresh by opening her eyes - either by divorce threatening or Gowtham mobile's chats
2) Punishment to Gowtham - this can be done by:
   a) Adithya / Varsha squad
   b) Sneha & Suresh together making Gowtham a mad cuckold eventually as a reverse treat 

[Hornytamilan23]

Hey heygiwriter,
If you have Already planned the story till end, keep the plot intact. Don't Change it for the readers. Only you know the ending, but make it interesting. If possible Change the dynamics, till now suresh and Gowtham have the steering wheel. Change it and let sneha have the upper hand and power over these guys.

Women can be dumb sometimes, but she knows suresh is the provider and gowtham cannot do that for her. So at some point she has to think properly

[laestat]

Clearly Sneha prioritizes Gowtham over Suresh. A desperate neglect of Suresh by Sneha.
Sneha has not yet been punished or felt any remorse.
Pain of detachment is yet to strike her.
Vividly, Suresh has to man-up.

Request the author for a LENGTHY post.

Good Writing