23-04-2026, 10:46 PM
Chapter 5 – Bonding and Secret Fixation
The next two days passed quickly.
While Sneha was completely occupied with Ramya — cooking her favourite meals, helping with homework, and spending every possible minute with her daughter — Suresh found himself spending more and more time with Gowtham.
He helped the young neighbor shift heavy boxes, install the split AC in the bedroom, fix a leaking tap in the bathroom, and even assemble a new wardrobe. Within a single day, the two men were moving like real brothers. Gowtham was respectful, hardworking, and surprisingly mature for 26. He kept calling Sneha “Anni” whenever she passed by, always with a polite smile.
That evening, after finishing the AC installation, Gowtham insisted, “Anna, come da. Let’s have a couple of drinks at the local bar. My treat for all your help.”
Suresh hesitated for a second but agreed. They ended up at a quiet rooftop bar nearby. Over whiskey and grilled chicken, they talked about everything — work pressure, Chennai vs Bangalore, cricket, and even marriage. Gowtham openly admitted he was still single and found it difficult to find the “right kind of girl.”
Suresh found himself genuinely liking the boy. He’s a good kid, he thought. Respectful, helpful, well-mannered. The earlier dirty fantasy about him and Sneha now made Suresh feel awkward and guilty.
When Suresh returned home at 11:30 PM with the smell of alcohol on him, Sneha was waiting.
She was furious.
“You went out to drink after ten years of marriage?” she whispered angrily so Ramya wouldn’t wake up. “You have a full mini bar inside the house! I never stopped you from drinking here. Even I sometimes sit with you for one peg. But going outside to a bar? That too with the new neighbor?”
Suresh apologised repeatedly. “Sorry da… it just happened. He insisted.”
Sneha’s eyes were sharp. “If you want to drink, do it on the rooftop or bring him home. Never go out again. Understand?”
Suresh nodded like a scolded child.
Sunday evening arrived. Ramya had been dropped back at the hostel. The house felt empty again.
After dinner, Suresh brought up the topic while they were in bed.
“Sneha… shall we try what we talked about?”
Sneha shook her head clearly.
“I told you already. I won’t entertain the Gowtham fantasy. He is our neighbor. It will feel too real and complicated. If you want, we can try with some actors or serial heroes. Like we used to do before.”
Suresh felt disappointed but didn’t push. He agreed.
That night, they tried.
Sneha roleplayed as a seductive fan girl of a popular Tamil serial hero while Suresh pretended to be the jealous husband. She wore a low-neck nighty, teased him, called him by the actor’s name playfully, and let him touch her freely.
To Suresh’s surprise, it worked… partially.
He got hard — but only when he secretly replaced the actor’s face in his mind with Gowtham’s. Only when he imagined Gowtham’s sturdy body pressing against Sneha, calling her “Anni” in that deep voice, and his thick arms wrapping around her waist.
He fucked Sneha harder than he had in months.
He made her get on all fours, pulled her hair, and thrust deep while imagining Gowtham doing the same. Sneha moaned louder than usual, surprised by his sudden energy.
After they both climaxed, she lay on his chest, breathing heavily, and laughed softly.
“Dei… you were so wild today. How am I still so hot for you even at this age while you struggle sometimes?” she teased, kissing his chest.
Suresh smiled and laughed along with her, but inside his mind was spinning.
He had come hard only because of Gowtham.
Even now, lying with his satisfied wife in his arms, the only image that kept his cock twitching was the young sturdy neighbor fucking Sneha in that orange silk saree.
He kissed Sneha’s forehead and whispered, “I love you.”
But deep down, Suresh had already made a silent decision:
This secret thrill with Gowtham… I’ll continue it in my mind for some time. Just until I find a safer alternative.
He didn’t know it yet, but the fire he was playing with had already started burning beyond his control.
The next two days passed quickly.
While Sneha was completely occupied with Ramya — cooking her favourite meals, helping with homework, and spending every possible minute with her daughter — Suresh found himself spending more and more time with Gowtham.
He helped the young neighbor shift heavy boxes, install the split AC in the bedroom, fix a leaking tap in the bathroom, and even assemble a new wardrobe. Within a single day, the two men were moving like real brothers. Gowtham was respectful, hardworking, and surprisingly mature for 26. He kept calling Sneha “Anni” whenever she passed by, always with a polite smile.
That evening, after finishing the AC installation, Gowtham insisted, “Anna, come da. Let’s have a couple of drinks at the local bar. My treat for all your help.”
Suresh hesitated for a second but agreed. They ended up at a quiet rooftop bar nearby. Over whiskey and grilled chicken, they talked about everything — work pressure, Chennai vs Bangalore, cricket, and even marriage. Gowtham openly admitted he was still single and found it difficult to find the “right kind of girl.”
Suresh found himself genuinely liking the boy. He’s a good kid, he thought. Respectful, helpful, well-mannered. The earlier dirty fantasy about him and Sneha now made Suresh feel awkward and guilty.
When Suresh returned home at 11:30 PM with the smell of alcohol on him, Sneha was waiting.
She was furious.
“You went out to drink after ten years of marriage?” she whispered angrily so Ramya wouldn’t wake up. “You have a full mini bar inside the house! I never stopped you from drinking here. Even I sometimes sit with you for one peg. But going outside to a bar? That too with the new neighbor?”
Suresh apologised repeatedly. “Sorry da… it just happened. He insisted.”
Sneha’s eyes were sharp. “If you want to drink, do it on the rooftop or bring him home. Never go out again. Understand?”
Suresh nodded like a scolded child.
Sunday evening arrived. Ramya had been dropped back at the hostel. The house felt empty again.
After dinner, Suresh brought up the topic while they were in bed.
“Sneha… shall we try what we talked about?”
Sneha shook her head clearly.
“I told you already. I won’t entertain the Gowtham fantasy. He is our neighbor. It will feel too real and complicated. If you want, we can try with some actors or serial heroes. Like we used to do before.”
Suresh felt disappointed but didn’t push. He agreed.
That night, they tried.
Sneha roleplayed as a seductive fan girl of a popular Tamil serial hero while Suresh pretended to be the jealous husband. She wore a low-neck nighty, teased him, called him by the actor’s name playfully, and let him touch her freely.
To Suresh’s surprise, it worked… partially.
He got hard — but only when he secretly replaced the actor’s face in his mind with Gowtham’s. Only when he imagined Gowtham’s sturdy body pressing against Sneha, calling her “Anni” in that deep voice, and his thick arms wrapping around her waist.
He fucked Sneha harder than he had in months.
He made her get on all fours, pulled her hair, and thrust deep while imagining Gowtham doing the same. Sneha moaned louder than usual, surprised by his sudden energy.
After they both climaxed, she lay on his chest, breathing heavily, and laughed softly.
“Dei… you were so wild today. How am I still so hot for you even at this age while you struggle sometimes?” she teased, kissing his chest.
Suresh smiled and laughed along with her, but inside his mind was spinning.
He had come hard only because of Gowtham.
Even now, lying with his satisfied wife in his arms, the only image that kept his cock twitching was the young sturdy neighbor fucking Sneha in that orange silk saree.
He kissed Sneha’s forehead and whispered, “I love you.”
But deep down, Suresh had already made a silent decision:
This secret thrill with Gowtham… I’ll continue it in my mind for some time. Just until I find a safer alternative.
He didn’t know it yet, but the fire he was playing with had already started burning beyond his control.
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