Adultery The Husband’s Doubt [Completed]

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Chapter 70 – Nivi's Double Pleasure with Rohan and Adhil


Nivi lay on her back — thin cotton sheet pulled up to her chin, one hand still covering her face as if she could hide from what was happening inside her own skin.
She hadn’t moved since Rohan and Aadhil stepped out to the balcony.


The room was dim — only moonlight spilling through the floor-to-ceiling glass, the faint amber glow of the bedside lamp turning everything soft and golden.
Outside, she could hear their low voices — Rohan’s calm baritone, Aadhil’s quieter replies — but the words didn’t reach her.


She felt exposed even under the sheet.
Nude.
Waiting.


The door opened again — soft click.


Rohan entered first — naked, skin still warm from the night air, erection already half-hard.
Aadhil followed — same state, eyes dark, calm.
They didn’t speak at first.


Rohan sat on the edge of the bed — mattress dipping.
“Nivi…”


She lowered her hand slowly — eyes opening, wet, uncertain.
Rohan — gentle — “Hey… look at me.”


She did — slowly.
He reached out — brushed damp hair from her forehead with his thumb.
“You okay?”


Nivi — voice small, almost lost — “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”
Rohan leaned closer — kissed her forehead, lingering.
“You’re doing what feels right. What you want.”


He pulled the sheet down inch by inch — exposing her collarbone, then the swell of her breasts, nipples already tight from the cool air and nerves.
She didn’t stop him.


Aadhil stayed near the foot of the bed — silent, watching, cock thickening as he looked at her.
Rohan — soft — “We’re here. No judgment. No rush.”


His hand slid down — palm flat between her breasts, feeling her heart galloping.
“We want you to feel safe. Wanted.”


Nivi — breath shaky — “I do… with you.”
She glanced at Aadhil — hesitant, curious.


Rohan followed her gaze — smiled faintly.
“He’s not here to do anything against your wish. He’s here because I called him. I want to show you pleasure you may have deep down wanted. At least… let’s give it a try.”


He leaned in — kissed her lips this time — slow, coaxing.


She kissed back — hesitant, then deeper.


Rohan broke it — whispered against her mouth.


“For now… let’s just sleep under one sheet. Let’s see what we want first.”


Aadhil — quiet, respectful — “I meant what I said earlier. I’ll serve you… if you wish. And if you both only want it… I always respect Rohan’s words.”


Nivi swallowed — eyes flicking between them.


Rohan — “Your phone.”
He reached for it on the nightstand — she didn’t stop him.
He switched it to silent — placed it face-down.
“No interruptions.”


Nivi — voice trembling — “What now?”
Rohan — “Now… we forget everything outside this room. Just us.”


He slid under the sheet — body warm against hers, erection brushing her thigh.
Aadhil — slow — “May I join?”


Nivi — long pause — then a small, almost imperceptible nod.
Aadhil slipped in on her other side — careful, not crowding.


Rohan kissed her again — slow, deep, tongue tracing hers.
He murmured against her lips — “Just watch for now, Aadhil.”


Nivi closed her eyes — breath hitching as Rohan’s hand slid down her stomach, fingers dipping between her thighs.


She was already wet.
The sheet slipped lower.
Hands moved — slow, exploring.
Rohan’s fingers circled her clit — gentle, teasing.
She moaned — soft, surprised.


Aadhil watched — cock hard against her hip, breathing controlled.
After long minutes — Rohan pulled back — looked at her.
“You feel my heat here?” — he pressed his chest to her breasts, crushing them softly.
She nodded — eyes glassy.


“You know what, Nivi… just try. Let Aadhil hug you from behind. His body heat would be different.”
Nivi — knowingly smiled, shy — “I know.”
Rohan — teasing — “I know you know already. But just allow him.”
Nivi — small — “Mmm… as per your wish.”


Aadhil moved — slow — spooning her from behind.
His chest pressed to her back — arms sliding around her waist.
She realized immediately — his manhood, thick and hot, resting against the cleft of her ass, already leaking.


He didn’t push — just held her, rubbing slowly, letting her feel the length slide along her skin.


Rohan came closer — semi-hug — his own erection teasing her entrance.
He kissed her lips again — deeper.
Nivi moaned into his mouth.
Rohan broke the kiss — voice husky.


“This is how it feels, Nivi… double pleasure.”
She smiled — shy, breathless.


“Maybe… this is enough. You just said we’d be nude under one sheet, right?”
Rohan — alarmed, but gentle — didn’t push.


“Yes, darling. As you wish. Like you said… we’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable.”
Nivi turned onto her back — looked at the ceiling.
She whispered — almost to herself:


“I’m not sure why I’m doing it. I don’t know why you’re allowing him… and why I’m allowing him.”
Rohan — soft — “Pleasure has no boundary. You liked us both deep inside you… even wanted him. It’s just loyalty toward me stopping you. Why did you allow him to kiss you more than once?”


Nivi had no answer.


Aadhil — quiet — “The day I saw your photo on Rohan’s phone… my cock rose like anything. I just wanted to have sex with you.”


He paused — honest.


“But when Rohan said you were his woman… I stopped. Later he told me the full story of yours. I was touched. That’s the reason I stayed away. Even then… I couldn’t control it. That’s why I kissed you. I’m sorry, Nivi.”
Nivi felt a pang — uneasy.
“Did I hurt you?”


She turned slightly — looked at him.
Aadhil — soft — “That’s okay. Now you’re having some relaxation with me.”
He moved closer — kissed her forehead gently.
Nivi smiled — surprised.


“What are you doing? You being gentle and caring doesn’t suit you.”
Aadhil — playful — “Are you instigating me?”
Nivi — teasing — “No… just what I felt. Being brutal is what matches you.”


Aadhil came over her — slow, deliberate.
“I’m sorry… you made me do this. Let me show you how brutal I am.”


“No—” Nivi laughed — playfully stopped his cock at her entrance with her hand.
He was ready — missionary position, tip nudging her.


She blocked every kiss attempt on her cheek — giggling, squirming.
“If you want it… ask me politely.”


She felt the heat under — his cock rubbing her clit.
Her fight faded — realizing the risk.
Aadhil kissed her lips instead — deep.
She allowed — full response, tongues tangling, eating each other.
Rohan watched — silent, then stood.


“I’ll get the lubrication. I know this is the time.”
He left — quick.


Twenty minutes passed — Nivi and Aadhil still kissing, lost in it.
Rohan returned — small bottle in hand.
He saw them — fully into it.
Dim light showed Aadhil’s chest crushing her breasts, their tongues still invading.
Rohan — quiet — “That’s it.”


He knelt beside them — opened the bottle.
Nivi broke the kiss — breathless.
She looked at Rohan — eyes wide.
Rohan — soft — “Come on… cowgirl moment.”
Nivi burst into laughter — nervous, giddy.
“Your friend tricked me…”


She moved — like a pro — straddled Rohan.
Took his cock inside her — sank down slowly, moaning.
Rohan groaned — hands on her hips.
He opened a video on his phone — DP scene playing silently.
Showed it to her.


“See… this is the position. Now my cock in one of your holes… the asshole is the other.”
Nivi — “Ayoo—” hid her face in his neck.


Rohan — gentle — “Let Aadhil insert in the other. Let’s see how it feels occupied.”
Nivi — voice shaking — “No… I’m okay with kisses. Without penetration with Aadhil.”
Rohan — convincing — “No… I’m not asking for penetrative sex. Just research. Let’s see if two cocks can enter a woman. Let’s try.”


He raised his hips — kept his cock buried deep.
“Just bend a little.”
Nivi — trembling — bent forward.
Her ass lifted — prominent.
Rohan — “Nivi… call Aadhil. Ask him to enter your ass.”
Nivi — tweaking her face, fun tone — “You want me to call?”
Rohan — “Yes. I just want you to do it. It’s psychological. When you want it… the space opens automatically.”
Nivi looked at Aadhil — eyes glassy.
“Enter me,” she whispered.

Aadhil moved — applied more lube.
His cock — long, thin compared to Rohan’s thickness — pressed against her back entrance.

It passed a tingling sensation.
Rohan — “Just enter… keep idle.”
Aadhil pushed — slow.
Nivi shouted — “Aahhhhh—”


Pain flared — sharp.
Rohan — soothing — “Breathe… relax.”


Nivi took a ragged breath — her body trembling between them, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Aadhil stopped — halfway buried in her tight back entrance, his cock throbbing against Rohan’s through the thin wall separating them.


Rohan held her hips steady — his thickness filling her front completely, the fullness almost overwhelming.
“How does it feel, Nivi?” Rohan asked, voice low, eyes locked on hers.


She — tears in eyes — “It’s painful… yet… feels different. Full… so full.”
Aadhil’s hand went to her neck — gentle hold, thumb stroking her pulse point.
Two cocks now inside her — literally stretching her to the limit.


Tears dropped freely — a mix of pain, fear, and something deeper, something electric.
Rohan — soft — “That’s it. You’re getting occupied… like in the video. Just breathe through it.”


He made a gentle motion — rocking his hips upward in a slow, shallow thrust.
Nivi moaned — sharp, surprised — the pain easing into a strange, burning fullness.


Aadhil — unable to hold back any longer — thrust once — deep, deliberate.
Nivi — “Aadhil… wait… we’re just testing…”


But her voice faded — cracking into a whimper as the sensation shifted.
The pain blurred — melting into heat, into pressure that built like a storm.


Rohan — voice husky — “See? Your body’s adjusting. It wants this.”
He thrust again — slower, matching Aadhil’s rhythm.


Nivi’s hands clutched Rohan’s shoulders — nails digging in.
“Oh god… it’s… too much…”




Aadhil — murmuring against her ear — “You’re taking us so well, Nivi. So tight… so perfect.”
He pulled back — then pushed in again, deeper this time.


The trio found a tentative rhythm — slow at first, testing the limits.
Rohan in front — thick, filling her core with steady strokes.


Aadhil in back — long, thin, sliding in and out with increasing ease.
Nivi — lost — moans rising, soft at first, then louder.


The villa stayed silent — only waves crashing far below.
And her gasps — sharp, building.


And their grunts — low, primal.
Rohan — “That’s it… let go. Feel us both.”
He sped up — hips snapping upward, the angle hitting her spot.
Nivi — “Rohan… yes…”


Aadhil — voice rough — “You like this? Two cocks stretching you?”
He thrust harder — hand tightening on her neck, not choking, just holding.
Nivi — “Ah… it hurts… but… don’t stop…”


They moved faster — vigorously now, bodies slick with sweat.
Rohan pounding from below — thick shaft driving deep, balls slapping against her.
Aadhil slamming into her ass — long strokes, pulling almost out before burying fully, the friction burning deliciously.


Nivi’s moans turned to cries — louder, unrestrained.
“Oh yes… fuck me…”


Rohan — growling — “That’s our girl. Take it all.”
Aadhil — “So tight… you’re made for this, Nivi.”


The trio got louder — voices echoing off the glass walls.


Nivi’s screams — high, desperate.
Rohan’s grunts — deep, commanding.
Aadhil’s moans — rough, urgent.


They synced — thrusts in unison, filling her completely.
The pressure built — unbearable, electric.
Nivi came first — hard, shaking, walls clenching around both.
“Coming… oh fuck… yes!”


Her orgasm triggered them — all three hitting high climax at the same time.
Rohan — groaning — “Fuck… Nivi…”
He pulsed inside her — hot release filling her core.


Aadhil — thrusting one last time — “Yes… take it…”
He exploded in her ass — deep, spilling.
Nivi — lost in waves — body convulsing between them, tears mixing with sweat.
They collapsed — tangled, breathless.


The villa silent again — only waves.
And their heavy breathing.
And Nivi’s soft, spent sobs.

She had crossed the line.
And there was no going back.