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Chapter 104 - First Crack in Bhrath's Game
Same day in the morning.. 10-12 hours before Vikram's Call
She is still furious..
No one noticed her inner turmoil when Bhrath casually said in her ear
"See the thrill. Your husband on the phone, my cock inside you. It is time for the face-fuck lesson"
It might be thrill for him
but for Mirna, its landed like a mockery,
Her eyes are watery
Bharath might thought she cried in ectasy or pleasure
Nothing she felt disgusted like Bharath showing a new face
shitting and making her and vikram like low.
She was unsure what was happening..
minutes passed the pone was thrown and he grabbed her head and does it faster that aches her..
Her mind was filled like, why he is not allowing me to speak with him
One word why cant he let me speak and then continue whatever we do?
Why he is so roughly handling me. The thoughts accumulated her.
He fucked her face for ten full minutes, steady and deep, until he unloaded all his cum, hot and thick, filling her mouth completely.
She swallowed some, spit some , eyes wide, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Afterward, voice hoarse, she questioned him:
“Why do you behave so rude since the session?”
Bharath noticed her face had changed a little. Doubt had crept in.
She asked:
“I have not spoken with him for days.
What makes you think you can stop me from speaking to him?
Ten minutes — can’t you give it for us?”
She tensed, stood up quickly, walked to her phone, and turned it on.
The screen lit up immediately — notifications flooding in.
Vikram’s messages.
Missed calls.
She felt a pain.. Bharath watched her in silence, calculating every shift in her expression.
Bharath didn't realize Mirna this time doesn't enjoy it, she did enjoyed when started but after the Vikram's call something hits her.
The blowjob training session had ended. One Hour Passed.
She is still furious..
Her jaw still ached faintly.
Her throat felt raw.
The taste of him lingered on her tongue — salty, thick, unmistakable even after she had swallowed everything he demanded.
She had done it.
She had taken him deep gagged struggled — but she had finished.
And yet the moment Bharath had hung up the phone after lying so casually to Vikram something inside her had snapped.
She felt odd.
Used.
Not in the way she had accepted before — not in the thrilling, forbidden way that had made her body respond even when her mind hesitated.
This time it felt different.
Wrong.
Her mind kept replaying the scene her mouth full of him, lips stretched, cheeks hollowed
while Vikram’s voice came through the speaker asking how she was.
Bharath had not even paused.
He had kept thrusting slow, deliberate while answering Vikram like nothing was happening.
While she struggled to breathe.
While she fought the urge to pull away and speak.
She had wanted to ask Vikram how he doing, nothing else.
She also had in mind to speak about the physical part, its an agreement betweem the sex, the training, the way she had started to crave it — so she could at least be honest.
So she could stop hiding.
But Bharath had stopped her.
His hand had gripped her ponytail tighter kept her head in place — silenced her with his cock while he lied to her husband.
Mirnaa stared at her phone again.
No calls.
No messages.
She picked it up — fingers trembling — and dialed Vikram’s number.
Switched off.
She tried again.
Same result.
Again.
Again.
Panic rose in her chest — sharp, sudden.
Something felt really off.
Why was his phone off?
Why had Bharath lied so easily?
Why had he mocked Vikram like that “she is eating something in restaurant” while she was literally on her knees?
Insecurities crept in like cold fingers.
Had she been naive?
Had she let herself be used?
Had the “training” the pleasure, the surrender all been part of some bigger game she had not seen?
Which person who claim to love gets a thrill in making wife know husband on call and still used for sex.
This was core which made her furious..
So is that not love
does Bharath used her for his sexual fantasies?
She stood up — legs shaky — and walked to the balcony railing.
The sea stretched dark and endless below.
She hugged herself — suddenly cold despite the warm night air.
Bharath watched her from the doorway — silent — stunned.
It was unbelievable to him.
A sudden shift in the game.
She had actively participated in the sexual journey with him enjoyed every bit — begged for rough, promised to drink his cum and now one phone call, one interruption, and she reacted this way?
He stepped closer — careful voice low.
“Mirnaa.”
She did not turn.
She stayed facing the sea — shoulders tense — little tears overflowing and tracing silent paths down her cheeks.
He tried again — softer.
“Mirnaa, please tell me what is wrong.”
She still did not answer.
She remained furious quietly furious — staring at her phone as if it might light up with Vikram’s name at any second.
Minutes passed.
Hours passed.
She changed into a loose cotton nightdress — simple, modest — and sat on the couch phone clutched in both hands — waiting.
Bharath sat across from her — elbows on his knees — watching her carefully.
“Mirnaa,” he began again — voice calm, measured.
“Please tell me what is wrong. Vikram told us right any issues we should sort it out and fix it — not bother too much.”
She finally looked at him — eyes red-rimmed, glistening.
“Do you really love me?”
Bharath blinked — caught off guard.
“Why do you get such doubt?”
Mirnaa’s voice cracked — quiet but steady.
“I crossed everything. Not just for you — for Vikram as well. I cannot tolerate even a single thing that even remotely hurts him.
I volunteered myself because I wanted to serve him better. Satisfy him.
But what you are doing — what we are doing — is wrong.
I allowed it that way. I thought let this slide in Goa and let’s begin new in Chennai.
But you seem to hurt Vikram by your actions.
I am not that naive that I don’t get the simplest thing.
What you said? "See the thrill. Your husband on the phone, my cock inside you. It is time for the face-fuck lesson"
are you playing us Bharath?
What is that thrill you getting us humiliated? what you are reffering to?
What is that choice of words — ‘she is eating something in restaurant’ — when your penis was in my mouth?
You wanted to indirectly tease him?
I won’t allow that.
If this is going to be this way — let’s stop.
Even if you feel i secretly crave sex and roughness from you and okay label me as bad as you want.. still i dont allow this.
Once Vikram calls, I will tell him and go to Chennai.”
Bharath stared at her — stunned.
He did not know how to respond.
They had sex.
She had loved it.
She had enjoyed every bit begged for rough swallowed willingly..
But now this?
He realized — with a cold jolt — that he had miscalculated.
She had been falling — yes — but not all the way.
Not into blind surrender.
She had been doing it for Vikram.
Always for Vikram.
Even if its for her, she is not ready into humiliating Vikram..
Mirnaa looked at him — eyes steady despite the tears.
“Nothing is above my Vikram.”
Bharath swallowed — throat tight.
He had never expected to be beaten by Mirnaa just like that.
He was surprised by the sudden enlightenment.
Was she really naive or had she acted all the way?
Bhrath reached near her his hand tried to calm her shoulder..
Mirnaa declared — voice firm:
“Nothing between us until Vikram calls.”
Hours passed.
Bharath tried — many times soft words, apologies, explanations.
She did not listen.
She stayed furious quietly furious — waiting for Vikram’s call.
At 11:30 PM her phone lit up.
Vikram’s name on the screen.
Mirnaa panicked heart slamming against her ribs.
She wanted to speak to him open up tell him the truth — but she did not know how.
Words failed her.
She kept staring at the screen thumb hovering over “answer.”
Bharath came near her slow careful.
“I am sorry,” he said voice low, almost pleading. “Let us speak first. I agree let us open to Vikram. Not now — tomorrow.
Let us speak first.
Just for the sake of our togetherness — give me one chance.
I really did not know how and why this is happening.
Give me one chance.
It hurts when you doubt my love and sincerity… please…”
He pleaded.
Mirnaa looked at him eyes conflicted then at the ringing phone.
She answered.
“Vikram… how are you?”
Vikram’s voice came through warm, tired, relieved.
“What is happening, Mirnaa? Any issues? Too many calls and messages…”
Mirnaa swallowed — throat tight.
“No… I missed speaking with you… so thought of a call.”
Vikram: “Didn’t you sleep?”
Mirnaa: “I was… but woke up to your call.”
Vikram: “Nothing issue right?”
Mirnaa looked at Bharath.
He did not plead.
He did not stop her.
He just looked at the phone — silent — waiting.
She wanted to tell Vikram everything right then — but the words would not come.
Not yet.
Not like this.
She said instead:
“I will call you tomorrow then. Hope you are having a good time there… good night.”
Vikram:“Sweet dreams. Love you.”
“Love you,” she whispered.
The call ended.
Mirnaa set the phone down hands shaking.
She looked at Bharath — voice steady now.
“I am not giving you a chance.
I have decided to tell him.
Just help me how to open with him.”
Both looked at each other.
For the first time — Bharath’s action had backfired.
But would Bharath stop?
Same day in the morning.. 10-12 hours before Vikram's Call
She is still furious..
No one noticed her inner turmoil when Bhrath casually said in her ear
"See the thrill. Your husband on the phone, my cock inside you. It is time for the face-fuck lesson"
It might be thrill for him
but for Mirna, its landed like a mockery,
Her eyes are watery
Bharath might thought she cried in ectasy or pleasure
Nothing she felt disgusted like Bharath showing a new face
shitting and making her and vikram like low.
She was unsure what was happening..
minutes passed the pone was thrown and he grabbed her head and does it faster that aches her..
Her mind was filled like, why he is not allowing me to speak with him
One word why cant he let me speak and then continue whatever we do?
Why he is so roughly handling me. The thoughts accumulated her.
He fucked her face for ten full minutes, steady and deep, until he unloaded all his cum, hot and thick, filling her mouth completely.
She swallowed some, spit some , eyes wide, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Afterward, voice hoarse, she questioned him:
“Why do you behave so rude since the session?”
Bharath noticed her face had changed a little. Doubt had crept in.
She asked:
“I have not spoken with him for days.
What makes you think you can stop me from speaking to him?
Ten minutes — can’t you give it for us?”
She tensed, stood up quickly, walked to her phone, and turned it on.
The screen lit up immediately — notifications flooding in.
Vikram’s messages.
Missed calls.
She felt a pain.. Bharath watched her in silence, calculating every shift in her expression.
Bharath didn't realize Mirna this time doesn't enjoy it, she did enjoyed when started but after the Vikram's call something hits her.
The blowjob training session had ended. One Hour Passed.
She is still furious..
Her jaw still ached faintly.
Her throat felt raw.
The taste of him lingered on her tongue — salty, thick, unmistakable even after she had swallowed everything he demanded.
She had done it.
She had taken him deep gagged struggled — but she had finished.
And yet the moment Bharath had hung up the phone after lying so casually to Vikram something inside her had snapped.
She felt odd.
Used.
Not in the way she had accepted before — not in the thrilling, forbidden way that had made her body respond even when her mind hesitated.
This time it felt different.
Wrong.
Her mind kept replaying the scene her mouth full of him, lips stretched, cheeks hollowed
while Vikram’s voice came through the speaker asking how she was.
Bharath had not even paused.
He had kept thrusting slow, deliberate while answering Vikram like nothing was happening.
While she struggled to breathe.
While she fought the urge to pull away and speak.
She had wanted to ask Vikram how he doing, nothing else.
She also had in mind to speak about the physical part, its an agreement betweem the sex, the training, the way she had started to crave it — so she could at least be honest.
So she could stop hiding.
But Bharath had stopped her.
His hand had gripped her ponytail tighter kept her head in place — silenced her with his cock while he lied to her husband.
Mirnaa stared at her phone again.
No calls.
No messages.
She picked it up — fingers trembling — and dialed Vikram’s number.
Switched off.
She tried again.
Same result.
Again.
Again.
Panic rose in her chest — sharp, sudden.
Something felt really off.
Why was his phone off?
Why had Bharath lied so easily?
Why had he mocked Vikram like that “she is eating something in restaurant” while she was literally on her knees?
Insecurities crept in like cold fingers.
Had she been naive?
Had she let herself be used?
Had the “training” the pleasure, the surrender all been part of some bigger game she had not seen?
Which person who claim to love gets a thrill in making wife know husband on call and still used for sex.
This was core which made her furious..
So is that not love
does Bharath used her for his sexual fantasies?
She stood up — legs shaky — and walked to the balcony railing.
The sea stretched dark and endless below.
She hugged herself — suddenly cold despite the warm night air.
Bharath watched her from the doorway — silent — stunned.
It was unbelievable to him.
A sudden shift in the game.
She had actively participated in the sexual journey with him enjoyed every bit — begged for rough, promised to drink his cum and now one phone call, one interruption, and she reacted this way?
He stepped closer — careful voice low.
“Mirnaa.”
She did not turn.
She stayed facing the sea — shoulders tense — little tears overflowing and tracing silent paths down her cheeks.
He tried again — softer.
“Mirnaa, please tell me what is wrong.”
She still did not answer.
She remained furious quietly furious — staring at her phone as if it might light up with Vikram’s name at any second.
Minutes passed.
Hours passed.
She changed into a loose cotton nightdress — simple, modest — and sat on the couch phone clutched in both hands — waiting.
Bharath sat across from her — elbows on his knees — watching her carefully.
“Mirnaa,” he began again — voice calm, measured.
“Please tell me what is wrong. Vikram told us right any issues we should sort it out and fix it — not bother too much.”
She finally looked at him — eyes red-rimmed, glistening.
“Do you really love me?”
Bharath blinked — caught off guard.
“Why do you get such doubt?”
Mirnaa’s voice cracked — quiet but steady.
“I crossed everything. Not just for you — for Vikram as well. I cannot tolerate even a single thing that even remotely hurts him.
I volunteered myself because I wanted to serve him better. Satisfy him.
But what you are doing — what we are doing — is wrong.
I allowed it that way. I thought let this slide in Goa and let’s begin new in Chennai.
But you seem to hurt Vikram by your actions.
I am not that naive that I don’t get the simplest thing.
What you said? "See the thrill. Your husband on the phone, my cock inside you. It is time for the face-fuck lesson"
are you playing us Bharath?
What is that thrill you getting us humiliated? what you are reffering to?
What is that choice of words — ‘she is eating something in restaurant’ — when your penis was in my mouth?
You wanted to indirectly tease him?
I won’t allow that.
If this is going to be this way — let’s stop.
Even if you feel i secretly crave sex and roughness from you and okay label me as bad as you want.. still i dont allow this.
Once Vikram calls, I will tell him and go to Chennai.”
Bharath stared at her — stunned.
He did not know how to respond.
They had sex.
She had loved it.
She had enjoyed every bit begged for rough swallowed willingly..
But now this?
He realized — with a cold jolt — that he had miscalculated.
She had been falling — yes — but not all the way.
Not into blind surrender.
She had been doing it for Vikram.
Always for Vikram.
Even if its for her, she is not ready into humiliating Vikram..
Mirnaa looked at him — eyes steady despite the tears.
“Nothing is above my Vikram.”
Bharath swallowed — throat tight.
He had never expected to be beaten by Mirnaa just like that.
He was surprised by the sudden enlightenment.
Was she really naive or had she acted all the way?
Bhrath reached near her his hand tried to calm her shoulder..
Mirnaa declared — voice firm:
“Nothing between us until Vikram calls.”
Hours passed.
Bharath tried — many times soft words, apologies, explanations.
She did not listen.
She stayed furious quietly furious — waiting for Vikram’s call.
At 11:30 PM her phone lit up.
Vikram’s name on the screen.
Mirnaa panicked heart slamming against her ribs.
She wanted to speak to him open up tell him the truth — but she did not know how.
Words failed her.
She kept staring at the screen thumb hovering over “answer.”
Bharath came near her slow careful.
“I am sorry,” he said voice low, almost pleading. “Let us speak first. I agree let us open to Vikram. Not now — tomorrow.
Let us speak first.
Just for the sake of our togetherness — give me one chance.
I really did not know how and why this is happening.
Give me one chance.
It hurts when you doubt my love and sincerity… please…”
He pleaded.
Mirnaa looked at him eyes conflicted then at the ringing phone.
She answered.
“Vikram… how are you?”
Vikram’s voice came through warm, tired, relieved.
“What is happening, Mirnaa? Any issues? Too many calls and messages…”
Mirnaa swallowed — throat tight.
“No… I missed speaking with you… so thought of a call.”
Vikram: “Didn’t you sleep?”
Mirnaa: “I was… but woke up to your call.”
Vikram: “Nothing issue right?”
Mirnaa looked at Bharath.
He did not plead.
He did not stop her.
He just looked at the phone — silent — waiting.
She wanted to tell Vikram everything right then — but the words would not come.
Not yet.
Not like this.
She said instead:
“I will call you tomorrow then. Hope you are having a good time there… good night.”
Vikram:“Sweet dreams. Love you.”
“Love you,” she whispered.
The call ended.
Mirnaa set the phone down hands shaking.
She looked at Bharath — voice steady now.
“I am not giving you a chance.
I have decided to tell him.
Just help me how to open with him.”
Both looked at each other.
For the first time — Bharath’s action had backfired.
But would Bharath stop?
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