10-04-2026, 08:17 AM
Chapter 55: The New Reality
Suriya realised he no longer needed to fake anything.
Anandhi was his.
The resort had broken the final barrier. The way she had moaned his name, the way her body had surrendered completely, the way she had cum around him again and again with shaking legs and broken cries — it was no longer an act. She belonged to him now, even if she hadn’t admitted it to herself yet.
He utilised one more full day at the resort sexually.
He kept her in the room most of the day, fucking her whenever he wanted. In the morning, he took her slow and deep against the glass window, her breasts pressed against the cool surface while he thrust into her from behind, making her watch the misty hills as she came. In the afternoon, he was rough and possessive, bending her over the bed and pounding her hard until her moans turned into screams and her knees gave out. Later, he made her ride him on the chair, hands gripping her hips as he watched her full breasts bounce with every desperate movement. Anandhi was exhausted, guilty, and addicted all at once. She cried after each orgasm, tears mixing with sweat, but she never told him to stop. Her body had learned to crave him.
The next day morning, they left the resort and drove back to town in heavy silence.
Back in town, only Anandhi truly realised that Jeeva was indeed leaving.
He openly said it during dinner that night, his voice quiet but final: “I will leave soon. By Wednesday.”
Suriya, sitting beside Anandhi with his hand casually resting on her thigh under the table, looked at Jeeva and said calmly, “Leave on Sunday instead.”
Jeeva raised an eyebrow. Suriya continued, his voice steady and practical.
“We just entered into a relationship. We need someone to take care of the kids. I need you to act as a gate for them — spend time with them so they don’t feel lonely. We will have our time. You can stay until Sunday.”
Anandhi was not comfortable. The way Suriya spoke to Jeeva — so casually, so possessively — made her stomach twist. She thought he might have got hurt. She glanced at Jeeva, searching for any sign of pain, but he only nodded quietly, his face unreadable.
Tuesday Evening – The First Night Back
The very next day — Tuesday evening — Suriya and Anandhi could not control themselves.
As soon as they returned home, Suriya from gym and Anandhi from college, they asked Jeeva to guard the house.
“Stay with the kids,” Suriya said casually. “We need some time alone.”
Jeeva understood exactly what they meant. He stayed in Anandhi’s flat with Riya and Rohan, playing with them, reading stories, trying to keep his mind occupied while the sounds from across the corridor grew louder.
Meanwhile, in Suriya’s flat across the corridor, the door was locked.
Suriya didn’t waste time. He pushed Anandhi against the wall the moment they entered, kissing her hungrily, hands roaming under her saree. Within minutes he had her bent over the sofa, saree bunched around her waist, blouse open, fucking her from behind with deep, hard strokes. Anandhi moaned loudly, no longer trying to stay quiet. The guilt was still there, but the pleasure was stronger, drowning it out.
They finished after a long, intense session. It was past 9 PM when Anandhi finally returned to her flat for dinner.
Jeeva had already bought food from outside. He had noticed she wasn’t available for cooking and wanted to have some good moment, a nice talk with her like old times. But Anandhi looked fully invested in Suriya after the sex — tired, flushed, distant. She ate quietly, barely speaking, her mind still lingering on the feeling of Suriya inside her.
Jeeva wanted to talk, to reconnect, but he saw how exhausted she was. He decided to wait until morning.
Wednesday Morning – The Peak of Humiliation
On Wednesday morning, Jeeva decided to speak with her.
As soon as he came out of his room, he searched for Anandhi. She wasn’t in the kitchen or the hall. He doubted if they would be doing some sexual act or having coffee in Suriya’s place. He picked up one of the kids’ toys as an excuse and went to Suriya’s house. The door seemed to be already open slightly.
He entered without making noise.
The sounds alerted him immediately — they were in the act.
He went near the bedroom door and peeked through the gap.
He got the shock of his life.
Anandhi was riding Suriya on the bed, completely naked, her full breasts bouncing heavily with every movement. Her head was thrown back, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, loud, unrestrained moans escaping her lips as she moved up and down on his thick cock. Suriya’s hands were gripping her hips, guiding her rhythm, occasionally slapping her ass hard enough to leave red marks.
Jeeva stood there, unable to look away. The sight of his wife — his Anandhi — riding another man so shamelessly, her body glistening with sweat, her breasts jiggling, her moans filling the room… it broke something inside him. His cock twitched painfully from the chemical storm, but his heart felt like it was being crushed.
By Thursday, Anandhi took leave from college and stayed with Suriya the entire day.
Jeeva didn’t know this at first. She actually left for college in the morning — it was Jeeva who dropped her in Suriya’s car along with the kids. Suriya had asked him to take care of accounts in his gym that day, but by 10:30 AM, he left in the car, telling Jeeva he had an important client meet.
But he didn’t know Anandhi and Suriya had planned to have a day off. Suriya had picked Anandhi up from college, claiming their relative had some emergency.
By 1 PM, the entire week of too much happenings had made Jeeva digest things. The repetitive thoughts and worrying, the new humiliations for his sacrifice, caused a headache. He decided to take a nap in the noon and come back. He started on Suriya’s bike and reached their place.
As Jeeva entered his house with keys in hand, the hall told the story — clothes scattered everywhere.
Jeeva could hear only her moan sounds from across the corridor — loud, unrestrained, almost constant. The wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh, of Suriya’s low groans, of Anandhi crying out in pleasure.
He sneaked through the keyhole and watched their fuck session.
Anandhi was on all fours on Suriya’s bed, her creamy saree bunched uselessly around her waist, blouse completely open, breasts hanging and swinging heavily with every brutal thrust. Suriya was behind her, gripping her hips hard, pounding into her from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Her face was flushed, mouth open in a constant moan, eyes half-lidded in overwhelming pleasure. Every time Suriya slammed into her, her breasts jiggled heavily, and a fresh, broken moan tore from her throat.
Jeeva watched as Suriya pulled her hair, making her arch her back, then reached around to roughly squeeze her breasts while continuing to fuck her mercilessly. Anandhi’s moans grew louder, more desperate. She was pushing back against him, meeting every thrust, completely lost in the pleasure.
The sight was burned into Jeeva’s mind — his wife being taken like a slut by another man, enjoying it, moaning his name without shame.
He stepped away from the door, chest tight, eyes burning. Without alerting them, he went back to the gym.
The plan had succeeded.
But it had destroyed him in the process.
Suriya realised he no longer needed to fake anything.
Anandhi was his.
The resort had broken the final barrier. The way she had moaned his name, the way her body had surrendered completely, the way she had cum around him again and again with shaking legs and broken cries — it was no longer an act. She belonged to him now, even if she hadn’t admitted it to herself yet.
He utilised one more full day at the resort sexually.
He kept her in the room most of the day, fucking her whenever he wanted. In the morning, he took her slow and deep against the glass window, her breasts pressed against the cool surface while he thrust into her from behind, making her watch the misty hills as she came. In the afternoon, he was rough and possessive, bending her over the bed and pounding her hard until her moans turned into screams and her knees gave out. Later, he made her ride him on the chair, hands gripping her hips as he watched her full breasts bounce with every desperate movement. Anandhi was exhausted, guilty, and addicted all at once. She cried after each orgasm, tears mixing with sweat, but she never told him to stop. Her body had learned to crave him.
The next day morning, they left the resort and drove back to town in heavy silence.
Back in town, only Anandhi truly realised that Jeeva was indeed leaving.
He openly said it during dinner that night, his voice quiet but final: “I will leave soon. By Wednesday.”
Suriya, sitting beside Anandhi with his hand casually resting on her thigh under the table, looked at Jeeva and said calmly, “Leave on Sunday instead.”
Jeeva raised an eyebrow. Suriya continued, his voice steady and practical.
“We just entered into a relationship. We need someone to take care of the kids. I need you to act as a gate for them — spend time with them so they don’t feel lonely. We will have our time. You can stay until Sunday.”
Anandhi was not comfortable. The way Suriya spoke to Jeeva — so casually, so possessively — made her stomach twist. She thought he might have got hurt. She glanced at Jeeva, searching for any sign of pain, but he only nodded quietly, his face unreadable.
Tuesday Evening – The First Night Back
The very next day — Tuesday evening — Suriya and Anandhi could not control themselves.
As soon as they returned home, Suriya from gym and Anandhi from college, they asked Jeeva to guard the house.
“Stay with the kids,” Suriya said casually. “We need some time alone.”
Jeeva understood exactly what they meant. He stayed in Anandhi’s flat with Riya and Rohan, playing with them, reading stories, trying to keep his mind occupied while the sounds from across the corridor grew louder.
Meanwhile, in Suriya’s flat across the corridor, the door was locked.
Suriya didn’t waste time. He pushed Anandhi against the wall the moment they entered, kissing her hungrily, hands roaming under her saree. Within minutes he had her bent over the sofa, saree bunched around her waist, blouse open, fucking her from behind with deep, hard strokes. Anandhi moaned loudly, no longer trying to stay quiet. The guilt was still there, but the pleasure was stronger, drowning it out.
They finished after a long, intense session. It was past 9 PM when Anandhi finally returned to her flat for dinner.
Jeeva had already bought food from outside. He had noticed she wasn’t available for cooking and wanted to have some good moment, a nice talk with her like old times. But Anandhi looked fully invested in Suriya after the sex — tired, flushed, distant. She ate quietly, barely speaking, her mind still lingering on the feeling of Suriya inside her.
Jeeva wanted to talk, to reconnect, but he saw how exhausted she was. He decided to wait until morning.
Wednesday Morning – The Peak of Humiliation
On Wednesday morning, Jeeva decided to speak with her.
As soon as he came out of his room, he searched for Anandhi. She wasn’t in the kitchen or the hall. He doubted if they would be doing some sexual act or having coffee in Suriya’s place. He picked up one of the kids’ toys as an excuse and went to Suriya’s house. The door seemed to be already open slightly.
He entered without making noise.
The sounds alerted him immediately — they were in the act.
He went near the bedroom door and peeked through the gap.
He got the shock of his life.
Anandhi was riding Suriya on the bed, completely naked, her full breasts bouncing heavily with every movement. Her head was thrown back, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, loud, unrestrained moans escaping her lips as she moved up and down on his thick cock. Suriya’s hands were gripping her hips, guiding her rhythm, occasionally slapping her ass hard enough to leave red marks.
Jeeva stood there, unable to look away. The sight of his wife — his Anandhi — riding another man so shamelessly, her body glistening with sweat, her breasts jiggling, her moans filling the room… it broke something inside him. His cock twitched painfully from the chemical storm, but his heart felt like it was being crushed.
By Thursday, Anandhi took leave from college and stayed with Suriya the entire day.
Jeeva didn’t know this at first. She actually left for college in the morning — it was Jeeva who dropped her in Suriya’s car along with the kids. Suriya had asked him to take care of accounts in his gym that day, but by 10:30 AM, he left in the car, telling Jeeva he had an important client meet.
But he didn’t know Anandhi and Suriya had planned to have a day off. Suriya had picked Anandhi up from college, claiming their relative had some emergency.
By 1 PM, the entire week of too much happenings had made Jeeva digest things. The repetitive thoughts and worrying, the new humiliations for his sacrifice, caused a headache. He decided to take a nap in the noon and come back. He started on Suriya’s bike and reached their place.
As Jeeva entered his house with keys in hand, the hall told the story — clothes scattered everywhere.
Jeeva could hear only her moan sounds from across the corridor — loud, unrestrained, almost constant. The wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh, of Suriya’s low groans, of Anandhi crying out in pleasure.
He sneaked through the keyhole and watched their fuck session.
Anandhi was on all fours on Suriya’s bed, her creamy saree bunched uselessly around her waist, blouse completely open, breasts hanging and swinging heavily with every brutal thrust. Suriya was behind her, gripping her hips hard, pounding into her from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Her face was flushed, mouth open in a constant moan, eyes half-lidded in overwhelming pleasure. Every time Suriya slammed into her, her breasts jiggled heavily, and a fresh, broken moan tore from her throat.
Jeeva watched as Suriya pulled her hair, making her arch her back, then reached around to roughly squeeze her breasts while continuing to fuck her mercilessly. Anandhi’s moans grew louder, more desperate. She was pushing back against him, meeting every thrust, completely lost in the pleasure.
The sight was burned into Jeeva’s mind — his wife being taken like a slut by another man, enjoying it, moaning his name without shame.
He stepped away from the door, chest tight, eyes burning. Without alerting them, he went back to the gym.
The plan had succeeded.
But it had destroyed him in the process.
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