24-12-2025, 07:18 PM
Chapter 34 – The Morning Messages
As Rohan grunted — heavy, final thrusts — his release flooded her, hot pulses deep inside, filling her with warmth that made her body clench one last time.
Nivi's hips ached from the intensity, thighs trembling, body still trembling in aftershocks, slick and spent beneath him.
She reached blindly for the phone on the nightstand — just to check the time, ground herself in reality.
The screen lit up under her fingers.
Dozens of notifications.
Prem.
Love you — countless times.
Long messages.
Apologies.
Promises.
Her heart stopped.
Shock froze her — breath catching, eyes widening in the dim morning light.
Rohan's penis still hard inside her — buried deep, pulsing with lingering aftershocks, keeping them joined.
He crashed on her — hugging tight, face buried in her neck, arms wrapping possessively around her waist, holding her like he never wanted to let go.
Breathing heavy against her skin.
He felt the unease immediately — her body tensing under him, the sudden stiffness where moments ago there had been surrender.
Yet he made small movements — slow rolls of hips, subtle thrusts, stirring the wetness, keeping the connection alive.
Sensing her distraction.
Rohan whispered, voice rough with satisfaction and curiosity.
“Anything wrong, baby?”
Nivi's voice small, barely audible.
“Prem messaged me…”
Hearing her husband's name — Rohan's penis throbbed harder.
Instant.
Thicker.
He hugged tighter — arms like bands, pulling her flush against him.
Prepared for another round — body ready, mind ignited.
Growled low in her ear.
Licked her neck — slow, wet trails along the curve.
Then sucked the weak spot — lips sealing, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough.
Tickling sensation.
Electric pleasure shooting straight to her core.
She shivered — body betraying, hips shifting involuntarily, a soft gasp escaping.
Rohan’s fantasy soared — the cuckold thrill he'd harbored in dark corners.
Prem sending texts while he was buried inside her.
Last night, the message tones had sped his thrusts — the thought alone kicking him into frenzy.
Now — the name on her lips, messages there — perfect fuel.
He could go again.
Forever.
Claim her while her husband begged for love.
But he sensed hesitation — the shift in her breath, the tension returning.
She might turn against him.
Even after everything — the surrender, the ecstasy.
He stopped.
Slowly pulled out — wet slide, both gasping at the sudden emptiness, her walls clenching around nothing.
Turned position.
Sat beside her — sheet pulled up modestly.
Saw the tears welling in her eyes.
“Baby… anything wrong?”
She showed the phone silently — screen full of Prem's desperate love.
She looked slapped — hard, face pale, eyes wide with shock and guilt.
Rohan knew.
Internal curse: Bastard. I just started. Anal, deepthroat, positions left… he's blocking already.
Outward — calm.
Comforting.
“It’s good. Good he’s trying to prove himself.”
She whispered, voice breaking.
“I did this… cheating… when he was returning to me…”
Rohan put a finger on her lips — gentle, silencing.
“This is pleasure. That’s love. Don’t mix.”
“Yes, I love you too. But we know it.”
and i' wont judge you for what you are now... i know how lovely you are.. its just your husband is lucky.. you love him
“You’re practical. We entered this knowing the rules.”
“As long as we hide… nothing he can find.”
“Better I give you back to him.”
“And yes — whenever we’re here, we can be this way. You can be yourself.”
“But in Chennai… live for society.”
Rohan never gave a real Opportunity for her to think .. he feed what he wanted to know.. a practical solution without breaking their affair.. and her marital life.
“One more time — don’t say you cheated him. We chose this.”
“I won’t enter your marriage as long as he treats you good.”
He kissed her forehead — tender, lingering.
Then a quick one on the lips — soft, reassuring.
Her response mixed — confusion, paranoia, lingering want in her eyes.
Then she finally spoke, voice firming.
"We had enough… give me breathing space. Let me think..."
Rohan gave the space he stood.. this is the first time Nivi saw him nude standing around.. he managed to pull a stunt that she barely had a sight of a muscualar man so manly nude before her...
Rohan moved towards pool.. nude dick throbing..
She looked herself then got back to reality.. she had too many question.. what if he catch her.. what if prem get to know.. how will i look at his face.. what i will do.. how i was this mindless.. reckless what have you done Nivii..
Moments later.
Prem called Rohan.
The ring echoed in the quiet room.
Nivi shocked knowing it was prem calling Rohan — eyes wide.
"Why is he calling you? Did he smell something?"
She panicked — heart racing.
Rohan calm. "Calm down. I'll take it. No one will have an idea about us stop panicking"
Nivi: "Put on speaker."
Speaker on.
Prem: “When’s your flight? Thought you’d come early.”
Rohan smooth, lying perfectly: “Sorry, buddy. Last night too much to explore and analyze in new business. Discussed late, slept late.”
Nivi watching — wondering why call Rohan, not her.
Rohan: “Didn’t Nivi tell you?”
Prem: “No, I didn’t call her.”
Rohan: “Okay, I’m yet to see her — maybe still sleeping? She might be tired after your regular calls. Should I knock her door?”
He lied perfectly to maintain the image — separate rooms.
Nivi raised thumbs up subtly — relief, admiration at his quick thinking.
Prem laughed lightly. "No, no — don't disturb her."
“Okay. I’m arriving at airport to pick her, Just text me the arrival time. Don’t tell — surprise.”
Nivi looked at Rohan — eyes wide again.
Then went to bath.
Long.
Hot water pouring over her — trying to wash away the night, the scents, the soreness.
Present better. Forget.
For Prem’s change.
If not for that — it wouldn’t feel like a one-night stand. But he did.
As Prem gave what she expected .. She wanted home.
Where her soul was — or used to be.
Then they got ready for the flight.
As Rohan grunted — heavy, final thrusts — his release flooded her, hot pulses deep inside, filling her with warmth that made her body clench one last time.
Nivi's hips ached from the intensity, thighs trembling, body still trembling in aftershocks, slick and spent beneath him.
She reached blindly for the phone on the nightstand — just to check the time, ground herself in reality.
The screen lit up under her fingers.
Dozens of notifications.
Prem.
Love you — countless times.
Long messages.
Apologies.
Promises.
Her heart stopped.
Shock froze her — breath catching, eyes widening in the dim morning light.
Rohan's penis still hard inside her — buried deep, pulsing with lingering aftershocks, keeping them joined.
He crashed on her — hugging tight, face buried in her neck, arms wrapping possessively around her waist, holding her like he never wanted to let go.
Breathing heavy against her skin.
He felt the unease immediately — her body tensing under him, the sudden stiffness where moments ago there had been surrender.
Yet he made small movements — slow rolls of hips, subtle thrusts, stirring the wetness, keeping the connection alive.
Sensing her distraction.
Rohan whispered, voice rough with satisfaction and curiosity.
“Anything wrong, baby?”
Nivi's voice small, barely audible.
“Prem messaged me…”
Hearing her husband's name — Rohan's penis throbbed harder.
Instant.
Thicker.
He hugged tighter — arms like bands, pulling her flush against him.
Prepared for another round — body ready, mind ignited.
Growled low in her ear.
Licked her neck — slow, wet trails along the curve.
Then sucked the weak spot — lips sealing, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough.
Tickling sensation.
Electric pleasure shooting straight to her core.
She shivered — body betraying, hips shifting involuntarily, a soft gasp escaping.
Rohan’s fantasy soared — the cuckold thrill he'd harbored in dark corners.
Prem sending texts while he was buried inside her.
Last night, the message tones had sped his thrusts — the thought alone kicking him into frenzy.
Now — the name on her lips, messages there — perfect fuel.
He could go again.
Forever.
Claim her while her husband begged for love.
But he sensed hesitation — the shift in her breath, the tension returning.
She might turn against him.
Even after everything — the surrender, the ecstasy.
He stopped.
Slowly pulled out — wet slide, both gasping at the sudden emptiness, her walls clenching around nothing.
Turned position.
Sat beside her — sheet pulled up modestly.
Saw the tears welling in her eyes.
“Baby… anything wrong?”
She showed the phone silently — screen full of Prem's desperate love.
She looked slapped — hard, face pale, eyes wide with shock and guilt.
Rohan knew.
Internal curse: Bastard. I just started. Anal, deepthroat, positions left… he's blocking already.
Outward — calm.
Comforting.
“It’s good. Good he’s trying to prove himself.”
She whispered, voice breaking.
“I did this… cheating… when he was returning to me…”
Rohan put a finger on her lips — gentle, silencing.
“This is pleasure. That’s love. Don’t mix.”
“Yes, I love you too. But we know it.”
and i' wont judge you for what you are now... i know how lovely you are.. its just your husband is lucky.. you love him
“You’re practical. We entered this knowing the rules.”
“As long as we hide… nothing he can find.”
“Better I give you back to him.”
“And yes — whenever we’re here, we can be this way. You can be yourself.”
“But in Chennai… live for society.”
Rohan never gave a real Opportunity for her to think .. he feed what he wanted to know.. a practical solution without breaking their affair.. and her marital life.
“One more time — don’t say you cheated him. We chose this.”
“I won’t enter your marriage as long as he treats you good.”
He kissed her forehead — tender, lingering.
Then a quick one on the lips — soft, reassuring.
Her response mixed — confusion, paranoia, lingering want in her eyes.
Then she finally spoke, voice firming.
"We had enough… give me breathing space. Let me think..."
Rohan gave the space he stood.. this is the first time Nivi saw him nude standing around.. he managed to pull a stunt that she barely had a sight of a muscualar man so manly nude before her...
Rohan moved towards pool.. nude dick throbing..
She looked herself then got back to reality.. she had too many question.. what if he catch her.. what if prem get to know.. how will i look at his face.. what i will do.. how i was this mindless.. reckless what have you done Nivii..
Moments later.
Prem called Rohan.
The ring echoed in the quiet room.
Nivi shocked knowing it was prem calling Rohan — eyes wide.
"Why is he calling you? Did he smell something?"
She panicked — heart racing.
Rohan calm. "Calm down. I'll take it. No one will have an idea about us stop panicking"
Nivi: "Put on speaker."
Speaker on.
Prem: “When’s your flight? Thought you’d come early.”
Rohan smooth, lying perfectly: “Sorry, buddy. Last night too much to explore and analyze in new business. Discussed late, slept late.”
Nivi watching — wondering why call Rohan, not her.
Rohan: “Didn’t Nivi tell you?”
Prem: “No, I didn’t call her.”
Rohan: “Okay, I’m yet to see her — maybe still sleeping? She might be tired after your regular calls. Should I knock her door?”
He lied perfectly to maintain the image — separate rooms.
Nivi raised thumbs up subtly — relief, admiration at his quick thinking.
Prem laughed lightly. "No, no — don't disturb her."
“Okay. I’m arriving at airport to pick her, Just text me the arrival time. Don’t tell — surprise.”
Nivi looked at Rohan — eyes wide again.
Then went to bath.
Long.
Hot water pouring over her — trying to wash away the night, the scents, the soreness.
Present better. Forget.
For Prem’s change.
If not for that — it wouldn’t feel like a one-night stand. But he did.
As Prem gave what she expected .. She wanted home.
Where her soul was — or used to be.
Then they got ready for the flight.
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