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Chapter 75: Midnight Cheating
At 12:10 AM, Rahul stirred in his sleep and turned to his left. His arm reached out instinctively, searching for the familiar warmth of Anandhi’s body.
She wasn’t there.
The bed felt suddenly cold. His eyes snapped open. A sharp wave of unease hit him instantly. He knew exactly where she had gone.
He sat up slowly, careful not to wake the children who were sleeping soundly on the other side of the large bed. His heart was already pounding. Without making a sound, he reached for his phone, slipped in the wireless earbuds, and opened the app connected to the hidden Wi-Fi bug speakers he had planted all over the house.
He switched channels one by one. Ground floor — nothing but the soft breathing of the kids. Hallway — silence. Then he switched to the first floor.
The moment the audio connected, his breath caught.
Even through the earbuds, he could clearly hear the wet, passionate sounds of deep kissing. Lips moving hungrily against each other, soft moans escaping between breaths. The unmistakable sound of two people who had been starving for each other.
Rahul felt an instant, powerful hard-on. For weeks when he had been in Jeeva’s young body, he had secretly watched them through the hidden camera. That same dark curiosity surged through him again, stronger than before. He couldn’t resist.
He quietly got out of bed, wearing only his loose night shorts, and crept up the stairs to the first floor. His bare feet made no sound on the cool marble. When he reached Suriya’s bedroom door, he stopped. His heart hammered wildly.
He bent down and peered through the keyhole.
What he saw made his throat go dry.
Anandhi and Suriya were tangled in a hot, desperate kiss. Their lips moved passionately, tongues visibly dancing, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Anandhi was still in her simple nighty, but it had already slipped off one shoulder.
Through the earbuds, he heard Suriya’s husky voice, thick with longing.
“How long I have been waiting for you… you know that?”
Anandhi pulled back slightly, breathing hard. “Rahul didn’t sleep for hours. I had to wait until he fell into deep sleep.”
Suriya let out a frustrated groan. “We have been living like husband and wife for months… and now we have to have secret sex like this? We are not even legally married yet.”
Anandhi gave a soft, nervous giggle. “Not yet.”
Suriya’s tone turned serious. “But I am serious, Anandhi. I want to marry you. I realized you will eventually choose only Rahul…”
Anandhi didn’t reply with words. Instead, she leaned in and kissed him deeply again, trying to shift his focus away from the painful conversation.
“It’s been so long since you came hard on me,” she whispered against his lips. “I don’t want to waste time on random talk tonight. I need to go back soon. Let’s just have good sex…”
Suriya’s voice was rough with emotion. “I hate this. I don’t want sneaky sex. I want you fully… for myself.”
Anandhi didn’t argue. She stood up from the bed, caught the hem of her nighty, and pulled it off in one smooth motion. She stood before him in just her black bra and matching panties, her full breasts straining against the fabric, her soft curves glowing in the dim light.
Suriya still looked lost in thought about marriage.
Anandhi smirked, grabbed the front of his t-shirt, and pulled him closer. In a low, teasing Tamil accent she whispered,
“Dei badava… nalla dress potrukapave enna avalo disturb pannuva? Bra-jatti oda nikkuren… chumma ukkanthu irukka? Nee ambla thana…edho oru sinthanaya mind la vachutu, yen interest ilana inga iruka un kooda paduka thana vandhen. nee Rahul mela gandula iruka nu theriyum, adhuku enna yen punish panra. Inga paru ne ambalaya irundhaa un kovatha bed-la kaami…”
(You idiot… you used to disturb me sexually when i wear normal dress? I’m standing here in just bra and panties… and you’re just sitting there? i came here to have sex with you.. you seemed like getting distracted by random thought…i know you are disappointed with Rauhl. if you’re a real man, show that anger on the bed…)
That was all it took.
Rahul, still watching through the keyhole with his earbuds in, knew exactly what she was doing — deliberately infuriating Suriya to pull his focus back to raw sex and away from marriage talk.
Suriya’s eyes darkened with lust. In one swift motion, he yanked off his t-shirt and V-cut brief, revealing his hard, muscular body. He lifted Anandhi effortlessly into his arms.
“For the way you speak tonight… let me punish you properly,” he growled.
Anandhi smiled knowingly, the smile of a woman who had successfully redirected him.
He threw her onto the bed. She bounced once with a soft laugh that quickly turned into a gasp as Suriya pounced on her. He yanked her panties down roughly and unhooked her bra in seconds, tossing them aside. His hand moved between her thighs and he realized she was already soaking wet.
Without any more waiting, Suriya positioned himself and pushed his thick cock into her with one powerful, full thrust.
“Aaahhh…!” Anandhi let out a loud moan before quickly clamping her own hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.
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Rahul remained crouched at the keyhole, breathing hard through his nose, his cock throbbing painfully in his night shorts as he watched the intense one-hour marathon inside Suriya’s room.
Suriya had taken Anandhi in every position he craved — missionary with her legs wrapped around his waist, doggy style while he gripped her hips and pounded deep, her riding him reverse cowgirl with her full breasts bouncing, and finally from behind while he held her long hair like reins, slamming into her until her muffled cries filled the room.
The wet, rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, the low possessive grunts from Suriya, and Anandhi’s stifled moans echoed through the earbuds straight into Rahul’s brain. Tears of guilt and overwhelming pleasure glistened at the corners of Anandhi’s eyes even as her body arched and trembled beneath him, completely surrendered to the moment.
At 12:10 AM, Rahul stirred in his sleep and turned to his left. His arm reached out instinctively, searching for the familiar warmth of Anandhi’s body.
She wasn’t there.
The bed felt suddenly cold. His eyes snapped open. A sharp wave of unease hit him instantly. He knew exactly where she had gone.
He sat up slowly, careful not to wake the children who were sleeping soundly on the other side of the large bed. His heart was already pounding. Without making a sound, he reached for his phone, slipped in the wireless earbuds, and opened the app connected to the hidden Wi-Fi bug speakers he had planted all over the house.
He switched channels one by one. Ground floor — nothing but the soft breathing of the kids. Hallway — silence. Then he switched to the first floor.
The moment the audio connected, his breath caught.
Even through the earbuds, he could clearly hear the wet, passionate sounds of deep kissing. Lips moving hungrily against each other, soft moans escaping between breaths. The unmistakable sound of two people who had been starving for each other.
Rahul felt an instant, powerful hard-on. For weeks when he had been in Jeeva’s young body, he had secretly watched them through the hidden camera. That same dark curiosity surged through him again, stronger than before. He couldn’t resist.
He quietly got out of bed, wearing only his loose night shorts, and crept up the stairs to the first floor. His bare feet made no sound on the cool marble. When he reached Suriya’s bedroom door, he stopped. His heart hammered wildly.
He bent down and peered through the keyhole.
What he saw made his throat go dry.
Anandhi and Suriya were tangled in a hot, desperate kiss. Their lips moved passionately, tongues visibly dancing, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Anandhi was still in her simple nighty, but it had already slipped off one shoulder.
Through the earbuds, he heard Suriya’s husky voice, thick with longing.
“How long I have been waiting for you… you know that?”
Anandhi pulled back slightly, breathing hard. “Rahul didn’t sleep for hours. I had to wait until he fell into deep sleep.”
Suriya let out a frustrated groan. “We have been living like husband and wife for months… and now we have to have secret sex like this? We are not even legally married yet.”
Anandhi gave a soft, nervous giggle. “Not yet.”
Suriya’s tone turned serious. “But I am serious, Anandhi. I want to marry you. I realized you will eventually choose only Rahul…”
Anandhi didn’t reply with words. Instead, she leaned in and kissed him deeply again, trying to shift his focus away from the painful conversation.
“It’s been so long since you came hard on me,” she whispered against his lips. “I don’t want to waste time on random talk tonight. I need to go back soon. Let’s just have good sex…”
Suriya’s voice was rough with emotion. “I hate this. I don’t want sneaky sex. I want you fully… for myself.”
Anandhi didn’t argue. She stood up from the bed, caught the hem of her nighty, and pulled it off in one smooth motion. She stood before him in just her black bra and matching panties, her full breasts straining against the fabric, her soft curves glowing in the dim light.
Suriya still looked lost in thought about marriage.
Anandhi smirked, grabbed the front of his t-shirt, and pulled him closer. In a low, teasing Tamil accent she whispered,
“Dei badava… nalla dress potrukapave enna avalo disturb pannuva? Bra-jatti oda nikkuren… chumma ukkanthu irukka? Nee ambla thana…edho oru sinthanaya mind la vachutu, yen interest ilana inga iruka un kooda paduka thana vandhen. nee Rahul mela gandula iruka nu theriyum, adhuku enna yen punish panra. Inga paru ne ambalaya irundhaa un kovatha bed-la kaami…”
(You idiot… you used to disturb me sexually when i wear normal dress? I’m standing here in just bra and panties… and you’re just sitting there? i came here to have sex with you.. you seemed like getting distracted by random thought…i know you are disappointed with Rauhl. if you’re a real man, show that anger on the bed…)
That was all it took.
Rahul, still watching through the keyhole with his earbuds in, knew exactly what she was doing — deliberately infuriating Suriya to pull his focus back to raw sex and away from marriage talk.
Suriya’s eyes darkened with lust. In one swift motion, he yanked off his t-shirt and V-cut brief, revealing his hard, muscular body. He lifted Anandhi effortlessly into his arms.
“For the way you speak tonight… let me punish you properly,” he growled.
Anandhi smiled knowingly, the smile of a woman who had successfully redirected him.
He threw her onto the bed. She bounced once with a soft laugh that quickly turned into a gasp as Suriya pounced on her. He yanked her panties down roughly and unhooked her bra in seconds, tossing them aside. His hand moved between her thighs and he realized she was already soaking wet.
Without any more waiting, Suriya positioned himself and pushed his thick cock into her with one powerful, full thrust.
“Aaahhh…!” Anandhi let out a loud moan before quickly clamping her own hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.
Rahul remained crouched at the keyhole, breathing hard through his nose, his cock throbbing painfully in his night shorts as he watched the intense one-hour marathon inside Suriya’s room.
Suriya had taken Anandhi in every position he craved — missionary with her legs wrapped around his waist, doggy style while he gripped her hips and pounded deep, her riding him reverse cowgirl with her full breasts bouncing, and finally from behind while he held her long hair like reins, slamming into her until her muffled cries filled the room.
The wet, rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, the low possessive grunts from Suriya, and Anandhi’s stifled moans echoed through the earbuds straight into Rahul’s brain. Tears of guilt and overwhelming pleasure glistened at the corners of Anandhi’s eyes even as her body arched and trembled beneath him, completely surrendered to the moment.
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