18-12-2025, 07:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 18-12-2025, 10:16 PM by heygiwriter. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
The Husband’s Doubt
This is 98% fiction. The 2% real thing is a memory from years ago. I went to a friend’s apartment in Bangalore for drinks and found a man from the building sitting there — half-drunk, eyes red, quietly breaking down. My friend was tipsy too, patting his back. After the man left, my friend spilled the reason: the husband was convinced his wife was cheating on him.
He told me the little incidents that had sparked the doubt. I laughed when I heard them — nothing concrete, just ordinary stuff any overthinking husband could twist.
But later that night, alone, those same tiny moments kept replaying in my head. I started wondering… what if there really was something behind them? The more I thought about it, the more I built an entire story around those doubts — weaving in the love, the insecurity, the slow unraveling. It became darker, more gripping, more fascinating than I expected. It hooked me completely.
This is that story — the one I imagined all those years ago, finally written down.
Like always My stories wont have immediate sex.. also considering this is a cheating/cuckold kind of story.. it will take natural escalation and reasoning.. but once that part nears.. i will try to justify what you expect :)
This is 98% fiction. The 2% real thing is a memory from years ago. I went to a friend’s apartment in Bangalore for drinks and found a man from the building sitting there — half-drunk, eyes red, quietly breaking down. My friend was tipsy too, patting his back. After the man left, my friend spilled the reason: the husband was convinced his wife was cheating on him.
He told me the little incidents that had sparked the doubt. I laughed when I heard them — nothing concrete, just ordinary stuff any overthinking husband could twist.
But later that night, alone, those same tiny moments kept replaying in my head. I started wondering… what if there really was something behind them? The more I thought about it, the more I built an entire story around those doubts — weaving in the love, the insecurity, the slow unraveling. It became darker, more gripping, more fascinating than I expected. It hooked me completely.
This is that story — the one I imagined all those years ago, finally written down.
Like always My stories wont have immediate sex.. also considering this is a cheating/cuckold kind of story.. it will take natural escalation and reasoning.. but once that part nears.. i will try to justify what you expect :)
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