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

[Mukul@99]

The way you are writing and narrating is making the story absolutely compelling & riveting. This is amazing ! Such a fantastic read. Feeling privileged to be reading what you are writing. Only space where the readers opinion are not only respected but also reacted too and responded as well. Thank you.

[Munda007]

The way Sneha is performing is killer. She is a woman in full CONTROL

[oxy.raj]

What an incredibly moving and beautifully written story. My heartfelt respect to the writer—every episode pulls me in completely, leaving me restless and longing for what comes next.

At the heart of it all is Sneha. Her innocence is not just a trait, but the very soul of the story. Watching her journey—from being gently drawn into role-play to slowly, almost becoming a part of something far more complex with Goutham—feels both tender and tragic. What makes it more painful is Suresh’s silence, his passive acceptance, as if he too was swept away by forces he couldn’t control.

Suresh, to me, feels like a deeply conflicted man. Not strong enough to confront, not clear enough to understand his own emotions. Instead of standing firm or protecting what he truly values, he turns inward, letting his pain twist into something else. His thoughts of divorce don’t feel like strength—they feel like surrender. A quiet, aching escape from a situation he no longer knows how to face. And in doing so, he begins to lose himself.

What hurts even more is the contradiction—he once gave Sneha the space that allowed all of this to unfold, and now he longs to reclaim his place in her life, to be seen and respected again. But emotions don’t simply reset. Sneha, in her own fragile way, seems to believe this is temporary, something that will pass like a fleeting phase. It reminds me of promises we make to ourselves, believing we’ll change, yet finding ourselves unable to let go.

Goutham, too, is not entirely a villain in my eyes. He feels more like a catalyst—young, impulsive, driven by desire, but not necessarily malicious. And yet, it’s easy for readers to place blame on him, or even on Sneha, without fully understanding the emotional voids and silent struggles that led her here.

Sneha’s state now feels deeply human—conflicted, searching, trying to separate love from physical need. She believes she is still loved, still respected, even within this blurred reality. And that belief makes everything even more heartbreaking.

But when she learns of Suresh’s decision to leave, something shifts. Her true emotions begin to surface—raw, undeniable, and powerful. In that moment, it becomes clear that she is not just part of the story—she is the story. Everything revolves around her choices, her feelings, her awakening.

As for Suresh, I can’t help but wonder—will he realize what he has lost and grow from it, or will he remain trapped in his own misunderstandings? That uncertainty lingers heavily.

I truly hope the writer continues this story with the same emotional depth and honesty, staying true to its essence rather than being influenced by outside voices.

Wishing the writer not just success, but the recognition this deeply touching story. truly deserves!!

[Rajani Rajendran]

How suresh going to open up on the invite to sneha. She doesn't know about his new job, boss etc.

[Rajani Rajendran]

Whenever Gowtham fuck sneha he is not using condom. No fear of her getting pregnant?

[heygiwriter]

What an incredibly moving and beautifully written story. My heartfelt respect to the writer—every episode pulls me in completely, leaving me restless and longing for what comes next.

At the heart of it all is Sneha. Her innocence is not just a trait, but the very soul of the story. Watching her journey—from being gently drawn into role-play to slowly, almost  becoming a part of something far more complex with Goutham—feels both tender and tragic. What makes it more painful is Suresh’s silence, his passive acceptance, as if he too was swept away by forces he couldn’t control.

Suresh, to me, feels like a deeply conflicted man. Not strong enough to confront, not clear enough to understand his own emotions. Instead of standing firm or protecting what he truly values, he turns inward, letting his pain twist into something else. His thoughts of divorce don’t feel like strength—they feel like surrender. A quiet, aching escape from a situation he no longer knows how to face. And in doing so, he begins to lose himself.

What hurts even more is the contradiction—he once gave Sneha the space that allowed all of this to unfold, and now he longs to reclaim his place in her life, to be seen and respected again. But emotions don’t simply reset. Sneha, in her own fragile way, seems to believe this is temporary, something that will pass like a fleeting phase. It reminds me of promises we make to ourselves, believing we’ll change, yet finding ourselves unable to let go.

Goutham, too, is not entirely a villain in my eyes. He feels more like a catalyst—young, impulsive, driven by desire, but not necessarily malicious. And yet, it’s easy for readers to place blame on him, or even on Sneha, without fully understanding the emotional voids and silent struggles that led her here.

Sneha’s state now feels deeply human—conflicted, searching, trying to separate love from physical need. She believes she is still loved, still respected, even within this blurred reality. And that belief makes everything even more heartbreaking.

But when she learns of Suresh’s decision to leave, something shifts. Her true emotions begin to surface—raw, undeniable, and powerful. In that moment, it becomes clear that she is not just part of the story—she is the story. Everything revolves around her choices, her feelings, her awakening.

As for Suresh, I can’t help but wonder—will he realize what he has lost and grow from it, or will he remain trapped in his own misunderstandings? That uncertainty lingers heavily.

I truly hope the writer continues this story with the same emotional depth and honesty, staying true to its essence rather than being influenced by outside voices.

Wishing the writer not just success, but the recognition this deeply touching story. truly deserves!!

BIG THANKS.. Feels Motivated. You were spot on in most of the places :)

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 99 - Midnight Indulgence  


Gowtham sat on the edge of the king-sized bed in the master bedroom, legs spread wide, shirtless, his powerful chest rising and falling with barely restrained hunger. The dim lamp cast seductive shadows across his muscles and the massive, throbbing bulge in his pants. He had been waiting for her.

Sneha stepped inside after finishing the kitchen work, still wearing the special sexy saree she had chosen earlier that evening — a deep maroon silk that clung to every curve of her voluptuous body. The blouse was deliberately low-cut, tight, and revealing, pushing her heavy breasts up and together, creating a deep, tempting cleavage with just a hint of her dark areolas peeking at the edges. She had worn it hoping Suresh would finally notice her, touch her, want her. But he had barely glanced at her before muttering about work and shutting his door. She wanted to treat Suresh special, but he rejected her, she was not disappointed, but she went to Gowtham.

Now, that same saree was going to be ruined by Gowtham.

The moment she closed the bedroom door, Gowtham’s dark, authoritative eyes raked over her body slowly, drinking in the sexy saree and the slutty little blouse she had worn for another man.

“Come here,” he commanded, voice low and rough. She instantly realised the game, she wanted it, the dominance. The hardness Gowtham gives.

Sneha’s heart raced wildly as she walked toward him, the silky maroon saree whispering against her thighs with every step. Her heavy breasts strained against the tight, low-cut blouse she had worn for Suresh, the deep neckline offering a sinful view of her cleavage.

Before she could even speak, Gowtham’s large hand shot out and grabbed her wrist in a powerful grip. He yanked her forward roughly, pulling her between his spread thighs until her body was pressed flush against him.

“You dressed like a sexy little whore for him,” he growled, his voice thick with dark, possessive jealousy. His eyes burned as they dropped to her chest. “This tight, low-cut blouse… these deep necklines practically begging to show off my tits. And that bastard didn’t even look at you, did he? What a fucking waste.”

His hands roamed over her body possessively — sliding up her waist, cupping and squeezing her heavy breasts through the thin fabric, thumbs deliberately brushing over her already hardened nipples.
Sneha’s breath hitched. She quickly placed a trembling finger on his lips, trying to silence him.

“Watch your words,” she whispered, voice soft but firm. “He is my husband… You are just my friend.”

The moment the words left her mouth, something dangerous flashed in Gowtham’s eyes. The shame and frustration from that morning surged through him like fire. He was done with her little games, done with her trying to put him in a box. He wanted to remind her exactly who was in control tonight.

He was no longer in the mood for nonsense.

Without warning, Gowtham surged to his feet, towering over her. In one brutal motion, he slammed her back against the bedroom door with enough force to make her gasp. His mouth crashed down on hers in a savage, dominating kiss — his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, claiming her completely, tasting every inch of her. One strong hand fisted tightly in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck, while his other hand roughly squeezed and kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples hard through the blouse.

He pulled back just enough to stare into her eyes, his gaze feral.

Then, with deliberate, almost cruel slowness, he hooked two fingers into the edge of her pallu. He didn’t pull it away gently. He ripped it off her shoulder in one violent tug. The silky maroon fabric tore slightly as it slid down her body in a sensual cascade, pooling uselessly around her feet and fully exposing the scandalously low-cut blouse that was barely containing her massive, heaving breasts.

Gowtham’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. He grabbed the front of the tight blouse with both hands and tore it open violently. The buttons flew across the room like tiny bullets, scattering on the floor. Her heavy, round breasts spilled out freely into the cool air, bouncing heavily with the sudden movement. Her dark, swollen nipples were already painfully erect, begging for his mouth.

“Fuck… look at these big, juicy tits,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. He immediately buried his face between them, inhaling her scent before latching onto one stiff nipple. He sucked it hard, tongue flicking rapidly, then bit down possessively, making her cry out sharply. His hands mauled the soft, overflowing flesh roughly, squeezing, kneading, and slapping them lightly so they jiggled for him.



“You wore this tiny, slutty blouse for him…” he snarled against her wet skin, teeth grazing her nipple again, “and now I get to destroy it. I get to destroy you.”

Sneha’s head fell back against the door with a moan. A fresh gush of wetness flooded her pussy. For once, she didn’t want to fight. She didn’t want to be in control. She loved how Gowtham was taking over completely — his raw dominance, his rage, his possessiveness. She decided right then to submit herself fully to him tonight.

Her hands gripped his hair tightly as she arched her chest into his hungry mouth, offering her breasts to him completely. Her thighs pressed together, trying to ease the throbbing ache between them, but it was useless. Her swollen pussy was dripping, soaking her inner thighs.

Gowtham didn’t stop. With one final rough yank, he shoved the rest of her saree and petticoat down her wide hips. The fabrics pooled at her ankles. In seconds, Sneha stood completely naked before him — her curvy, flushed body fully exposed. Her massive breasts heaved with every breath, nipples glistening with his saliva. Her smooth, swollen pussy lips were visibly wet, her clit peeking out, thighs trembling with desperate need.

She was his to ruin.

Gowtham lifted her effortlessly, her thick legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the bed. He threw her down and stood over her for a moment, admiring the sight of her naked, aroused body — the same body she had dressed so sexily for her husband, now completely his to ruin.



“I’m going to fuck you harder than he ever could,” he snarled, shoving his pants down. His thick, veined cock sprang free, rock-hard and leaking.

He climbed on top of her, spread her legs wide, and slammed balls-deep into her soaked pussy in one dominant thrust.


Sneha screamed in pleasure as Gowtham took her hard and fast in missionary. He pinned her wrists high above her head with one powerful hand, completely immobilizing her. His muscular hips slammed forward relentlessly, driving his thick, veined cock balls-deep into her soaked pussy with every brutal stroke. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as her heavy breasts bounced wildly in rhythm with his pounding.

 Her dark nipples were swollen and glistening. Gowtham kept his mouth latched onto them the entire time — sucking hard, biting possessively, tugging them with his teeth until she cried out. Each deep thrust made her juices squirt out around his cock, coating his balls and dripping down to soak the sheets. “You’re mine,” he growled against her breast, “say it.” Sneha could only moan brokenly, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being completely dominated.


At 12:40 AM, Gowtham flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing. He yanked her hips up high, forcing her into a deep, arched doggy-style position — ass up, face pressed into the pillow, back curved like a bitch in heat. He spread her plump ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing her dripping pussy and tight little hole, then slammed back inside her in one savage thrust. The new angle let him reach even deeper, his thick cock bullying her cervix with every powerful stroke. 

Her heavy breasts swung heavily beneath her, nipples brushing the sheets. Gowtham’s hips slapped loudly against her juicy ass, the sound echoing obscenely. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles while pounding her mercilessly. Sneha’s moans turned into loud, broken cries as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching and gushing around his cock.



At exactly 1:00 AM, Sneha was panting and trembling, her voice hoarse. She tried to push back weakly against his chest.

“Gowtham… stop… please,” she gasped between moans. “It’s already 1 AM… I need to go and join my husband in the morning…” We should stop and go for sleep after this. 

Gowtham’s eyes flashed with dark amusement and raw possessiveness. He didn’t slow down even for a second. Instead, he gripped her hips harder and slammed into her even deeper, making her cry out.


“Today it’s my turn,” he growled, voice low and commanding. “Last night you played everything according to your rules. Today you will agree to my terms.” He leaned down, biting her shoulder possessively as he continued pounding her soaked cunt. “I’m not leaving you tonight. You’re staying right here with me.”

Inside, Gowtham smirked with wicked satisfaction. I won’t let you join him in the morning, he thought, thrusting harder, determined to exhaust her completely so she wouldn’t have the strength to leave his bed.


At 1:10 AM, still refusing to let her go, Gowtham lay on his back and dragged her exhausted body on top of him. “Ride me,” he ordered. Sneha, breathless and trembling, straddled his hips. She slowly lowered herself onto his massive, glistening cock, moaning loudly as it stretched her swollen pussy wide open again. Once fully seated, she began bouncing — her heavy breasts jiggling and slapping together hypnotically with every drop.

Her wet hair clung to her flushed skin. Gowtham gripped her wide hips tightly, fingers digging into her soft flesh, guiding her movements faster and harder. He occasionally slapped her ass, the sharp sound mixing with her moans. He sat up suddenly, sucking and biting her bouncing nipples while she rode him desperately, her juices running down his shaft and balls. Sneha’s head fell back in ecstasy, completely lost in the feeling of being used by him.

At 1:35 AM, Gowtham rolled her onto her side. He spooned her from behind, pressing his hard, sweaty body flush against her back. He lifted her top leg high, exposing her dripping pussy, and slid back inside her in one smooth, deep thrust. This position allowed slow, grinding strokes that dragged his thick cock perfectly against her sensitive walls. 

One of his strong hands wrapped around her throat, squeezing lightly, possessively, while the other reached down to rub her clit in lazy, teasing circles. He kissed and bit the back of her neck, whispering filthy words into her ear. “Feel how deep I am inside you? You’re not going anywhere.” Sneha whimpered helplessly, her body trembling with yet another orgasm as his cock throbbed inside her, owning her completely in the most intimate way.


Finally, at 1:50 AM, Gowtham flipped her onto her back once more. He hooked her shaky legs over his broad shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove into her with raw, animalistic force. This final missionary was the most intense — deep, punishing, relentless strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce violently. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her glistening skin. Sneha’s eyes rolled back, her voice hoarse from screaming, her pussy red, swollen, and twitching around his thick cock.

Gowtham fucked her like he wanted to break her, his hips slamming forward mercilessly. “Cum with me,” he growled. Their bodies tensed together violently. Sneha screamed his name as her final, most powerful orgasm crashed through her — her pussy spasming wildly, gushing around his cock. At the exact same moment, Gowtham buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural roar and exploded inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb in powerful, endless spurts. They came together violently, bodies shaking and locked in ecstasy, her walls milking every drop from him as he filled her completely.

By 2:05 AM, Gowtham collapsed beside her with a satisfied groan. Within minutes, he was fast asleep, breathing deep and heavy, completely spent after the long, brutal sex marathon.

Sneha lay there for a few moments longer, her body limp and trembling, thighs sticky with his cum. Thick white seed slowly leaked from her swollen, well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. She quietly moved away from Gowtham’s sleeping form, her legs shaky as she stood up.

She picked up a soft, short black nighty from the cupboard and headed to the attached bathroom. She took a long, hot shower, letting the steaming water wash over her marked body — rinsing away the sweat, saliva, and strong scent of sex, though the redness and bite marks on her breasts, neck, and thighs remained clearly visible. Her hair became wet and heavy. More of Gowtham’s cum continued to drip out of her as the water ran down between her legs.


After drying herself lightly, she slipped into the thin black nighty that barely reached mid-thigh and clung to her still-damp skin.
Quietly, Sneha left Gowtham’s room and walked to Suresh’s smaller bedroom. Just like last weekend when Ramya was around, she didn’t say a word. She gently climbed onto the bed, carefully straddled Suresh’s sleeping body, and lay down on his chest. Her face rested softly against his warm chest, her wet hair spreading across his shoulder and neck, one of her legs dbangd over his.

Suresh stirred mildly from the sudden movement and added weight on the small bed. He woke up just enough to feel her damp hair and the cool wetness of her freshly showered body pressed against him. He realized instantly, she had taken a bath in the middle of the night. He could smell the faint soap on her skin.

Without speaking, Suresh slowly wrapped one arm around her, pulling her tighter against his chest. His other hand rested on her back, holding her possessively.

Neither of them said anything. They didn’t need to. Each of them pretended in their own way, They simply lay there in silence, breathing softly, holding each other close… and slowly drifted back to sleep.

[opheliyaa]

Awesome update

Will Gowtham come to the room in the morning and forcefully lift her to master bedroom and fuck her again.

[prshma]

The storytelling quality of this writer is exceptionally good. Every part of the story ends at a place where he keeps the readers guessing and speculating about what's going to happen next. The language is also very free flowing. All in all a great achievement.

Now coming to the story I think now the story has involved a character too many. I assume that the writer didn't have the intention of involving the later added on characters like Aditya in this story from the very beginning of this story. Now the story is poised in such a situation where Sneha, according to me, has become the root cause of all of the pain Suresh is experiencing. Being a wife just cosying upto him is not enough if you can sense that your husband is staying far off. She is so engrossed in getting physical pleasure that she is totally disregarding the fact that majority of men when hurt deeply by the person they love don't cause a scene but just walk away. 

I think it's time Sneha clears her dilemma and understands her husband's mental condition more clearly and make use of whatever little bit of brain she has (she may have big boobs, a big ass but she definitely has a microscopic brain) by shutting out Gowtham fully from coming anywhere near her by even banning his entry from their house and threatening Gowtham with ra.pe and molestation charges if he tries to disturb her family ever again.  

[kaninikamini]

Suresh should just accept he's a cuck at this point , take her back to Gowtham and join them or watch
Either that or he needs man up and claim Sneha for himself or simply just leave

This is just mental torture at this point and Sneha wll break mentally when the divorce hits ,better to rip the band aid off quickly now

[a2011]

I agree Suresh should leave, why is he even there? to gather evidence for a quick divorce that isn't even possible. But it's a very well written story...looking forward to more updates.

[heygiwriter]

Relax guys :) I don't decide anything i just write and it is characters which navigates me :)

[VinodV]

I wasn’t focused on their hard-core sex in the master bedroom. Instead, I was wondering what clues Suresh had already found in the photos and videos in the next room.

Suresh had realized that she was also just a pawn in Gautam’s game....and he went to sleep feeling heartbroken. However, when Sneha came in the middle of the night and put his arm around her affectionately, it seemed to mean something important!!

[me.you]

I wasn’t focused on their hard-core sex in the master bedroom. Instead, I was wondering what clues Suresh had already found in the photos and videos in the next room.

Suresh had realized that she was also just a pawn in Gautam’s game....and he went to sleep feeling heartbroken. However, when Sneha came in the middle of the night and put his arm around her affectionately, it seemed to mean something important!!

me too. Lost the intrest in sneha and gowtham intimacy because same think repeating Like Maanadu Movie (Loop). i hope next updates will move little faster.

[Mahesh12345]

Ultimately sneha is getting benefits.

Because sneha physicaly satisfied by gowtam  and mentally satisfied by suresh and afterwards if Gowtham will go to Chennai then sneha physical needs done by may be suresh boss aaditya.

Suresh will be as a cuck and he will be the witness for sneha physical enjoyment

Sneha run after the cocks one by one first gowtam and then suresh boss aaditya
She will be happy and then mental happiness will be done by suresh also.


Here Gowtham also getting benefits by sneha .he will enjoy sneha thoroughly.


And mental stress for suresh and witnessed person is one and only suresh finally Suresh will be settled as a cuck.he won't have dare to leave sneha.if he tell about his divorce then sneha will play victim card then he will also feel bad and he will withdraw his divorce application.he accepted sneha.i thought this may be conclusion

[Hornytamilan23]

ஆசை 60 நாள், மோகம் 30 நாள். அப்றம் sneha or snake(a) க்கு பால்..

[opheliyaa]

One of the rule says if sneha mates with Gowtham she should not touch suresh for next 24 hours at least. Why this wimp is hugging her knowing she had marathon sex and just taken bath in the midnight. The juices of her lover will still be flowing down her thighs while she hug suresh.

[Hornytamilan23]

One of the rule says if sneha mates with Gowtham she should not touch suresh for next 24 hours at least. Why this wimp is hugging her knowing she had marathon sex and just taken bath in the midnight. The juices of her lover will still be flowing down her thighs while she hug suresh.

Good one

[VinodV]

Since Sneha also immensely enjoyed that long marathon sex - gathering her energy, took a bath at midnight, cleaned herself up and lay down with her head on Suresh's chest... still couldn’t develop much soft-corner toward Sneha character in this episode.

[VinodV]

Since Sneha also immensely enjoyed that long marathon sex - gathering her energy, took a bath at midnight, cleaned herself up and lay down with her head on Suresh's chest... still couldn’t develop much soft-corner toward Sneha character in this episode.

a) She warned Gowtham about his lose talk on her husband in the very beginning of that entire sex episode
b) She tried stopping Gowtham only once at 1:00 AM

... these were the only two instances showing her attention towards the next day morning walk program. At least a couple of more resistances from her or her conflicting thoughts could have been added in between. 

(- just my thoughts only... apologies!)