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Chapter 60: The Keyhole reveals a new version of Anandhi.
The days had slowly returned to Anandhi, but the nights remained Suriya’s undisputed territory.
Thursday had passed in a gentle rhythm of college runs, park time, and quiet family moments. Anandhi had felt the warmth of holding her children again, the simple joy of helping Riya with her drawings and Rohan with his shoelaces. Yet as 10 PM approached, that familiar pull returned — stronger than guilt, quieter than shame.
At exactly 10 PM, Anandhi stood up from the sofa where she had been sitting with Jeeva. The kids were already asleep. She walked over to him, her voice soft.
“Take care of them tonight,” she said. Then she stepped closer and hugged him quickly — a brief, warm embrace filled with unspoken gratitude. “Thank you for understanding me. You will marry someone better one day.”
Jeeva returned the hug gently. “Don’t worry about me. Stay loyal to him… and take care of the kids." and im leaving this Sunday, i wish we have more time to spend, nevertheless im happy with how im spending time with kids. I Will miss you and kids.
Before she could reply, Suriya arrived at the door, holding a large glossy shopping bag with a confident smile. What are you still doing with this Kiddo anandhi?
Hey kid, its sensual time, guard kids properly !
“I bought her lingerie and lace dresses,” he announced playfully, eyes gleaming. “She is more than I thought.”
Anandhi felt a sharp sting in her chest. She believed the words would hurt Jeeva. She quickly said, “That’s personal, Suriya. Let’s go… leave him.”
Suriya didn’t argue. In one smooth motion he lifted her into his arms — one hand under her knees, the other supporting her back.
Lets go baby! Suriya said.
Suriya carried her across the corridor. Jeeva stood frozen in the hall long after they disappeared. The echo of that giggle and the image of her exposed skin burned behind his eyes.
Something hits harder in Jeeva, the words lingerie lace, she is more than i thought, all made him curioius, the chemical energy came back, his penis grows harder,
he wanted to see what they are upto, he first wanted to ignore it
but he could not hold it up.
Twenty minutes later, the chemical storm inside him had grown unbearable. His cock was painfully hard, throbbing with every heartbeat. He decided to see their act in sex. he knew Suriya never locked the door.
His cock was rock-hard, throbbing painfully, leaking pre-cum in thick strands with every heartbeat. The chemical reaction had turned feral tonight. He crossed the corridor like a ghost, pushed Suriya’s door open silently, and slipped inside.
Soft, breathy giggles and low, filthy voices drifted from the bedroom.
Jeeva crouched at the bedroom door and pressed his eye to the keyhole, heart slamming against his ribs.
Inside, Anandhi stood near the bed in her creamy saree, cheeks already flushed. Suriya stood close, holding the glossy shopping bag with a wicked grin.
“Strip for me, you expensive little whore,” Suriya growled. “I want to see how my personal cum-dump looks in the slutty lingerie I bought.”
Anandhi bit her lip, breathing faster. “Suriya… these cost a fortune…”
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He didn’t wait. He yanked her saree off in one rough pull, letting it pool at her feet. Petticoat next. Then he tore open her blouse buttons, making her heavy 34D breasts spill out. He unhooked her bra and ripped her panties down her thighs, leaving her completely naked.
Anandhi stood there, nipples stiff, thighs pressed together, trying to cover herself.
Suriya’s eyes burned with raw hunger. He picked up the expensive black lace bra and panty set and helped her into it slowly, deliberately. He cupped her breasts roughly as he fastened the bra, pushing them up into deep, obscene cleavage. The sheer lace made her dark nipples completely visible. He knelt and slid the tiny thong up her legs, snapping the thin string deep between her ass cheeks.
“Turn around, slut. Show me that fat ass.”
Jeeva was shocked to hear such words, when they even become this shameless, he is using such unpleasent words on his wife and she just enjoy hearing it.
Jeeva saw how Anandhi obeyed.
Anandhi obeyed, turning slowly. The lace hugged her curves obscenely. Her full breasts strained against the bra, nipples poking shamelessly. Her ass looked round and fuckable in the tiny thong.
Suriya’s control snapped.
Suriya’s control finally broke.
He pulled her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He kissed her deeply, then thrust into her in one smooth, deep stroke.
“Ahhh… Suriya…” Anandhi moaned, back arching, her heavy breasts bouncing with the impact.
Suriya started fucking her with long, powerful strokes, the wet slapping sounds filling the room. Her breasts jiggled heavily beneath him with every thrust. He leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, licking and biting the sensitive bud while pounding deeper.
“Fuck… your pussy feels so good,” he growled. “So tight… so wet for me. You like getting fucked like this, don’t you?”
Anandhi moaned louder, hips moving to meet him. “Yes… it feels so deep…”
Suriya’s pace grew rougher. He grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing them as he thrust harder. “These big tits are mine now. Look at them bouncing while I fuck you. Such a beautiful whore body.”
Anandhi’s moans turned sharper, her body trembling under him.
In the middle of the intense thrusting, Suriya suddenly grabbed the front of the expensive lace bra and ripped it apart with one savage yank. The delicate fabric tore loudly.
“Ahhhh!” Anandhi cried out in sharp pain, eyes widening. “Suriya! Why did you tear it? It was so costly!”
Suriya laughed darkly, still thrusting deep inside her. “Because I love destroying expensive shit on my woman. The cupboard is going to be full of torn lingeries before you carry my baby, you understand?”
Anandhi gasped, a mix of shock and strange thrill flashing across her face. “You’re really going to ruin everything I wear?”
“That’s right,” he growled, ripping the tiny thong off her hips in one brutal pull, leaving red marks on her skin. “I want you walking around leaking my cum in my torn lace like the slut you are for me.”
He continued fucking her mercilessly, her now fully naked breasts bouncing wildly. He sucked and bit her nipples harder, making her cry out again and again.
Jeeva’s hand was already pumping his leaking cock furiously outside the door. Watching his once-modest wife get fucked so roughly, her breasts shaking, her moans growing louder, made guilt and unbearable arousal crash through him. He came the first time within minutes — thick ropes spilling over his fingers as Anandhi’s body trembled beneath Suriya.
Suriya kept going, pounding her deeper. “Feel that? This pussy is mine now. Say it.”
Anandhi moaned loudly, lost in pleasure. “It’s yours… it feels so good…”
Jeeva came a second time, knees shaking violently, thick ropes of cum spilling over his fist and dripping onto the floor. His eyes never left the keyhole. The guilt was crushing — this was his wife, the woman he had loved and sacrificed everything for — yet the sight of her body surrendering so completely made his cock twitch again almost instantly.
Inside the room, Suriya was far from finished.
He reached for the padded handcuffs lying on the bedside table. With a wicked grin, he grabbed Anandhi’s wrists and locked them securely to the headboard above her head. The metallic click echoed loudly.
Anandhi’s eyes widened, a fresh wave of nervousness mixing with raw excitement. “Suriya… what are you doing?”
“Shhh,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Tonight you’re not my shy neighbour anymore. Tonight you’re my personal fucktoy.”
Anandhi giglled, am i not your wife, am i a neighbour now?
Suriya said, you are my wife by day, my slut by night, we agreed last time right
She giggled again.
Jeeva realised a lot thing progressed between them since they started sharing bed in nights. Still its unbelievable the kind of word sharing between them feel like he missed a lot to notice.
He spread her legs wide again and slammed back inside her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust.
“Ahhhhhh!” Anandhi screamed, her back arching sharply off the bed. Her heavy 34D breasts bounced violently with the force of his entry, nipples rock-hard and glistening with sweat.
Suriya didn’t give her any time to adjust. He started pounding her mercilessly, hips slapping loudly against her ass, the wet, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. He reached for the vibrator, turned it on the highest setting, and pressed the buzzing head directly against her swollen clit while continuing to destroy her pussy with deep, savage strokes.
The combination was devastating.
“Ahhh! Fuck! Too much… it’s too intense!” Anandhi screamed, her voice breaking into desperate, high-pitched cries. Her body jerked violently against the cuffs, wrists pulling hard at the restraints. “Suriya… I can’t… I’m going to cum again… please… don’t stop!”
Her full breasts shook and jiggled wildly with every powerful thrust. Sweat ran down her cleavage, making her skin shine under the lamplight. Her nipples were swollen and dark from his earlier sucking and biting.
Suriya leaned down, biting one nipple hard while grinding the vibrator harder against her clit. “That’s it, scream for me. Let your husband’s replacement hear what a loud, cock-hungry slut you’ve become. Your tight little married pussy is gripping me so fucking hard. You love being used like this, don’t you?”
Anandhi’s head thrashed from side to side, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her flushed cheeks. “Yes… yes… I’m cumming! I’m cumming so hard!” she wailed, her entire body convulsing. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his thick cock as another powerful orgasm ripped through her, her juices squirting slightly around his shaft.
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Jeeva came a third time right there in the corridor, groaning softly, his cock pulsing painfully in his hand as he watched his once-modest wife lose complete control — screaming, shaking, and squirting while handcuffed and vibrator-tortured by another man.
![[Image: handcuffs-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/113700/handcuffs-scaled.webp)
Suriya kept fucking her through her orgasm, not slowing down even for a second. “Good girl. Keep cumming on my cock like the dirty whore you are now.”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of relentless pounding, Suriya pulled out. He uncuffed her wrists, grabbed a fistful of her long black hair, and yanked her up into a kneeling position on the bed.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, voice rough with lust.
Anandhi, breathing hard, face flushed and messy with sweat and tears, obeyed instantly. She opened her mouth wide, tongue out like an eager slut.
Suriya thrust his thick, glistening cock straight into her throat and started face-fucking her with deep, controlled strokes. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and onto her bouncing breasts. Her eyes watered, but she never pulled away — she took him deeper, gagging and moaning around his shaft.
“That’s it… suck your new owner’s cock like a good little cocksucker,” Suriya groaned, holding her head firmly. “Swallow every drop when I cum.”
Anandhi moaned loudly around him, her hands gripping his thighs for support as he used her mouth relentlessly.
Jeeva came for the fourth time — a long, painful, shuddering orgasm that left his legs weak and his vision blurry. Thick cum continued to leak from his spent cock as he watched his wife willingly deepthroating another man, her cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping everywhere.
Suriya finally exploded down her throat with a deep, satisfied groan. Anandhi swallowed greedily, coughing and gasping when he finally pulled out. A small dribble of cum escaped the corner of her lips and ran down her chin.
She looked completely wrecked — hair messy, lips swollen, breasts red from sucking and biting, thighs shiny with her own juices, a satisfied, dazed smile on her face.
Suriya pulled her gently into his arms. Anandhi curled against his broad chest, breathing hard, a small, blissful smile playing on her flushed lips.
Jeeva stayed frozen at the keyhole for a long moment, watching the woman he once knew — the shy, loyal, modest wife — now looking completely claimed, satisfied, and strangely content in another man’s arms.
The shy, loyal woman he had married had been utterly transformed tonight.
She had become Suriya’s eager, loud, dripping slut.
Jeeva quietly slipped away, back to the silent flat, his heart shattered into pieces and his body completely drained.
The nights now truly, completely belonged to Suriya.
The days had slowly returned to Anandhi, but the nights remained Suriya’s undisputed territory.
Thursday had passed in a gentle rhythm of college runs, park time, and quiet family moments. Anandhi had felt the warmth of holding her children again, the simple joy of helping Riya with her drawings and Rohan with his shoelaces. Yet as 10 PM approached, that familiar pull returned — stronger than guilt, quieter than shame.
At exactly 10 PM, Anandhi stood up from the sofa where she had been sitting with Jeeva. The kids were already asleep. She walked over to him, her voice soft.
“Take care of them tonight,” she said. Then she stepped closer and hugged him quickly — a brief, warm embrace filled with unspoken gratitude. “Thank you for understanding me. You will marry someone better one day.”
Jeeva returned the hug gently. “Don’t worry about me. Stay loyal to him… and take care of the kids." and im leaving this Sunday, i wish we have more time to spend, nevertheless im happy with how im spending time with kids. I Will miss you and kids.
Before she could reply, Suriya arrived at the door, holding a large glossy shopping bag with a confident smile. What are you still doing with this Kiddo anandhi?
Hey kid, its sensual time, guard kids properly !
“I bought her lingerie and lace dresses,” he announced playfully, eyes gleaming. “She is more than I thought.”
Anandhi felt a sharp sting in her chest. She believed the words would hurt Jeeva. She quickly said, “That’s personal, Suriya. Let’s go… leave him.”
Suriya didn’t argue. In one smooth motion he lifted her into his arms — one hand under her knees, the other supporting her back.
Lets go baby! Suriya said.
Suriya carried her across the corridor. Jeeva stood frozen in the hall long after they disappeared. The echo of that giggle and the image of her exposed skin burned behind his eyes.
Something hits harder in Jeeva, the words lingerie lace, she is more than i thought, all made him curioius, the chemical energy came back, his penis grows harder,
he wanted to see what they are upto, he first wanted to ignore it
but he could not hold it up.
Twenty minutes later, the chemical storm inside him had grown unbearable. His cock was painfully hard, throbbing with every heartbeat. He decided to see their act in sex. he knew Suriya never locked the door.
His cock was rock-hard, throbbing painfully, leaking pre-cum in thick strands with every heartbeat. The chemical reaction had turned feral tonight. He crossed the corridor like a ghost, pushed Suriya’s door open silently, and slipped inside.
Soft, breathy giggles and low, filthy voices drifted from the bedroom.
Jeeva crouched at the bedroom door and pressed his eye to the keyhole, heart slamming against his ribs.
Inside, Anandhi stood near the bed in her creamy saree, cheeks already flushed. Suriya stood close, holding the glossy shopping bag with a wicked grin.
“Strip for me, you expensive little whore,” Suriya growled. “I want to see how my personal cum-dump looks in the slutty lingerie I bought.”
Anandhi bit her lip, breathing faster. “Suriya… these cost a fortune…”
He didn’t wait. He yanked her saree off in one rough pull, letting it pool at her feet. Petticoat next. Then he tore open her blouse buttons, making her heavy 34D breasts spill out. He unhooked her bra and ripped her panties down her thighs, leaving her completely naked.
Anandhi stood there, nipples stiff, thighs pressed together, trying to cover herself.
Suriya’s eyes burned with raw hunger. He picked up the expensive black lace bra and panty set and helped her into it slowly, deliberately. He cupped her breasts roughly as he fastened the bra, pushing them up into deep, obscene cleavage. The sheer lace made her dark nipples completely visible. He knelt and slid the tiny thong up her legs, snapping the thin string deep between her ass cheeks.
“Turn around, slut. Show me that fat ass.”
Jeeva was shocked to hear such words, when they even become this shameless, he is using such unpleasent words on his wife and she just enjoy hearing it.
Jeeva saw how Anandhi obeyed.
Anandhi obeyed, turning slowly. The lace hugged her curves obscenely. Her full breasts strained against the bra, nipples poking shamelessly. Her ass looked round and fuckable in the tiny thong.
Suriya’s control snapped.
Suriya’s control finally broke.
He pulled her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He kissed her deeply, then thrust into her in one smooth, deep stroke.
“Ahhh… Suriya…” Anandhi moaned, back arching, her heavy breasts bouncing with the impact.
Suriya started fucking her with long, powerful strokes, the wet slapping sounds filling the room. Her breasts jiggled heavily beneath him with every thrust. He leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, licking and biting the sensitive bud while pounding deeper.
“Fuck… your pussy feels so good,” he growled. “So tight… so wet for me. You like getting fucked like this, don’t you?”
Anandhi moaned louder, hips moving to meet him. “Yes… it feels so deep…”
Suriya’s pace grew rougher. He grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing them as he thrust harder. “These big tits are mine now. Look at them bouncing while I fuck you. Such a beautiful whore body.”
Anandhi’s moans turned sharper, her body trembling under him.
In the middle of the intense thrusting, Suriya suddenly grabbed the front of the expensive lace bra and ripped it apart with one savage yank. The delicate fabric tore loudly.
“Ahhhh!” Anandhi cried out in sharp pain, eyes widening. “Suriya! Why did you tear it? It was so costly!”
Suriya laughed darkly, still thrusting deep inside her. “Because I love destroying expensive shit on my woman. The cupboard is going to be full of torn lingeries before you carry my baby, you understand?”
Anandhi gasped, a mix of shock and strange thrill flashing across her face. “You’re really going to ruin everything I wear?”
“That’s right,” he growled, ripping the tiny thong off her hips in one brutal pull, leaving red marks on her skin. “I want you walking around leaking my cum in my torn lace like the slut you are for me.”
He continued fucking her mercilessly, her now fully naked breasts bouncing wildly. He sucked and bit her nipples harder, making her cry out again and again.
Jeeva’s hand was already pumping his leaking cock furiously outside the door. Watching his once-modest wife get fucked so roughly, her breasts shaking, her moans growing louder, made guilt and unbearable arousal crash through him. He came the first time within minutes — thick ropes spilling over his fingers as Anandhi’s body trembled beneath Suriya.
Suriya kept going, pounding her deeper. “Feel that? This pussy is mine now. Say it.”
Anandhi moaned loudly, lost in pleasure. “It’s yours… it feels so good…”
Jeeva came a second time, knees shaking violently, thick ropes of cum spilling over his fist and dripping onto the floor. His eyes never left the keyhole. The guilt was crushing — this was his wife, the woman he had loved and sacrificed everything for — yet the sight of her body surrendering so completely made his cock twitch again almost instantly.
Inside the room, Suriya was far from finished.
He reached for the padded handcuffs lying on the bedside table. With a wicked grin, he grabbed Anandhi’s wrists and locked them securely to the headboard above her head. The metallic click echoed loudly.
Anandhi’s eyes widened, a fresh wave of nervousness mixing with raw excitement. “Suriya… what are you doing?”
“Shhh,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Tonight you’re not my shy neighbour anymore. Tonight you’re my personal fucktoy.”
Anandhi giglled, am i not your wife, am i a neighbour now?
Suriya said, you are my wife by day, my slut by night, we agreed last time right
She giggled again.
Jeeva realised a lot thing progressed between them since they started sharing bed in nights. Still its unbelievable the kind of word sharing between them feel like he missed a lot to notice.
He spread her legs wide again and slammed back inside her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust.
“Ahhhhhh!” Anandhi screamed, her back arching sharply off the bed. Her heavy 34D breasts bounced violently with the force of his entry, nipples rock-hard and glistening with sweat.
Suriya didn’t give her any time to adjust. He started pounding her mercilessly, hips slapping loudly against her ass, the wet, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. He reached for the vibrator, turned it on the highest setting, and pressed the buzzing head directly against her swollen clit while continuing to destroy her pussy with deep, savage strokes.
The combination was devastating.
“Ahhh! Fuck! Too much… it’s too intense!” Anandhi screamed, her voice breaking into desperate, high-pitched cries. Her body jerked violently against the cuffs, wrists pulling hard at the restraints. “Suriya… I can’t… I’m going to cum again… please… don’t stop!”
Her full breasts shook and jiggled wildly with every powerful thrust. Sweat ran down her cleavage, making her skin shine under the lamplight. Her nipples were swollen and dark from his earlier sucking and biting.
Suriya leaned down, biting one nipple hard while grinding the vibrator harder against her clit. “That’s it, scream for me. Let your husband’s replacement hear what a loud, cock-hungry slut you’ve become. Your tight little married pussy is gripping me so fucking hard. You love being used like this, don’t you?”
Anandhi’s head thrashed from side to side, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her flushed cheeks. “Yes… yes… I’m cumming! I’m cumming so hard!” she wailed, her entire body convulsing. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his thick cock as another powerful orgasm ripped through her, her juices squirting slightly around his shaft.
Jeeva came a third time right there in the corridor, groaning softly, his cock pulsing painfully in his hand as he watched his once-modest wife lose complete control — screaming, shaking, and squirting while handcuffed and vibrator-tortured by another man.
Suriya kept fucking her through her orgasm, not slowing down even for a second. “Good girl. Keep cumming on my cock like the dirty whore you are now.”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of relentless pounding, Suriya pulled out. He uncuffed her wrists, grabbed a fistful of her long black hair, and yanked her up into a kneeling position on the bed.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, voice rough with lust.
Anandhi, breathing hard, face flushed and messy with sweat and tears, obeyed instantly. She opened her mouth wide, tongue out like an eager slut.
Suriya thrust his thick, glistening cock straight into her throat and started face-fucking her with deep, controlled strokes. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and onto her bouncing breasts. Her eyes watered, but she never pulled away — she took him deeper, gagging and moaning around his shaft.
“That’s it… suck your new owner’s cock like a good little cocksucker,” Suriya groaned, holding her head firmly. “Swallow every drop when I cum.”
Anandhi moaned loudly around him, her hands gripping his thighs for support as he used her mouth relentlessly.
Jeeva came for the fourth time — a long, painful, shuddering orgasm that left his legs weak and his vision blurry. Thick cum continued to leak from his spent cock as he watched his wife willingly deepthroating another man, her cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping everywhere.
Suriya finally exploded down her throat with a deep, satisfied groan. Anandhi swallowed greedily, coughing and gasping when he finally pulled out. A small dribble of cum escaped the corner of her lips and ran down her chin.
She looked completely wrecked — hair messy, lips swollen, breasts red from sucking and biting, thighs shiny with her own juices, a satisfied, dazed smile on her face.
Suriya pulled her gently into his arms. Anandhi curled against his broad chest, breathing hard, a small, blissful smile playing on her flushed lips.
Jeeva stayed frozen at the keyhole for a long moment, watching the woman he once knew — the shy, loyal, modest wife — now looking completely claimed, satisfied, and strangely content in another man’s arms.
The shy, loyal woman he had married had been utterly transformed tonight.
She had become Suriya’s eager, loud, dripping slut.
Jeeva quietly slipped away, back to the silent flat, his heart shattered into pieces and his body completely drained.
The nights now truly, completely belonged to Suriya.
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