24-04-2026, 08:35 AM
Chapter 11 – The Flood of Memories
That night, after returning from office, Suresh sat alone in the bedroom while Sneha was busy in the kitchen. His mind refused to stay quiet.
Is it really believable?
Gowtham’s story about his friend kept repeating in his head. A younger man who only gets hard when another guy talks to his wife… and they made it work. No affair. No suspicion. Everything safe.
Suresh leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes. Memories from their early married life rushed in like a wave.
They had been fearless once.
In their prime, Sneha had willingly gotten half-naked in front of a delivery guy because Suresh wanted the thrill. She had stood there in just a towel that “accidentally” slipped while Suresh watched from the next room. That night they had fucked like animals.
They had done intense roleplays — wearing masks of their favourite actors and actresses, acting out full dirty scenarios without any shame.
Once, Suresh had openly told Sneha that he was sexually attracted to a colleague. She had disapproved but never made it a big issue. They had even turned that into dirty talk during sex.
Then there was that phase in Chennai during the 6th year of their marriage.
Suresh’s immediate manager had started visiting their house with silly excuses, clearly simping hard for Sneha. At first, the couple laughed about it. They used to mock the manager in bed — calling him a desperate simp while Suresh fucked her. It became part of their dirty talk.
But things crossed a line.
One evening the manager purposely kept Suresh busy at work and came to their house alone. He tried to kiss Sneha and even molested her. Sneha had pulled out a kitchen knife in fear and threatened him. That incident shook her badly. For the first time, she felt real danger. She told Suresh that same night, crying, that their games had gone too far.
That was the beginning of the end of their wild phase.
They moved to Bangalore soon after. After Ramya was born, Sneha became more and more dutiful and careful. The fear of something going wrong, of losing respect, of affecting their daughter’s future — everything made them shut down that side completely.
Now, years later, Suresh felt like a completely different person from the bold, adventurous husband he once was. He felt low. Insecure. Every failed erection reminded him that he was aging and losing his wife’s desire. Sneha’s disinterest in sex felt like silent rejection, even though she never said it aloud.
He had read hundreds of forum threads.
But there were only two response.
1. Many warned against real people or trying to bring a new person even in roleplays.
2. its like send me your wife nudes, whats her size, does milk comes in?
Suresh was frustrated this was not help he wanted on online forums. He felt very insecure and the image of his manager in past floated.
Then he rememberd Gautham again.
here was Gowtham — a real, living example. A trustworthy guy who had actually seen it work in real life.
A guy who was helping him with fruits, showing genuine concern, and not misusing the secret.
Suresh’s heart beat faster.
He seems different. Caring. He didn’t judge me. He even tried to help me fix it.
The more he thought, the stronger the urge became. he just wanted to know how things got fixed for his friend, is that was safe? were his friend wife didnt go through any issue? he wanted to have a open talk.
He couldn’t wait till Sunday.
He checked the time. It was 8:45 PM. Gowtham must have returned from the gym by now.
Suresh stood up, took a deep breath, and walked out of the house. He crossed the corridor and rang Gowtham’s doorbell.
When the door opened, Gowtham stood there in his vest and tracks, looking surprised but welcoming.
“Hey bro what a surprise.. you would remember me only in weekdays, Gautham just joked?”
Suresh stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“Gowtham… I want to talk,” he said, its a kind of serious.. actually, .....
He looked at the young, sturdy man standing in front of him.
“I need your help.”
gowtham nodded. He knows what to do next
That night, after returning from office, Suresh sat alone in the bedroom while Sneha was busy in the kitchen. His mind refused to stay quiet.
Is it really believable?
Gowtham’s story about his friend kept repeating in his head. A younger man who only gets hard when another guy talks to his wife… and they made it work. No affair. No suspicion. Everything safe.
Suresh leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes. Memories from their early married life rushed in like a wave.
They had been fearless once.
In their prime, Sneha had willingly gotten half-naked in front of a delivery guy because Suresh wanted the thrill. She had stood there in just a towel that “accidentally” slipped while Suresh watched from the next room. That night they had fucked like animals.
They had done intense roleplays — wearing masks of their favourite actors and actresses, acting out full dirty scenarios without any shame.
Once, Suresh had openly told Sneha that he was sexually attracted to a colleague. She had disapproved but never made it a big issue. They had even turned that into dirty talk during sex.
Then there was that phase in Chennai during the 6th year of their marriage.
Suresh’s immediate manager had started visiting their house with silly excuses, clearly simping hard for Sneha. At first, the couple laughed about it. They used to mock the manager in bed — calling him a desperate simp while Suresh fucked her. It became part of their dirty talk.
But things crossed a line.
One evening the manager purposely kept Suresh busy at work and came to their house alone. He tried to kiss Sneha and even molested her. Sneha had pulled out a kitchen knife in fear and threatened him. That incident shook her badly. For the first time, she felt real danger. She told Suresh that same night, crying, that their games had gone too far.
That was the beginning of the end of their wild phase.
They moved to Bangalore soon after. After Ramya was born, Sneha became more and more dutiful and careful. The fear of something going wrong, of losing respect, of affecting their daughter’s future — everything made them shut down that side completely.
Now, years later, Suresh felt like a completely different person from the bold, adventurous husband he once was. He felt low. Insecure. Every failed erection reminded him that he was aging and losing his wife’s desire. Sneha’s disinterest in sex felt like silent rejection, even though she never said it aloud.
He had read hundreds of forum threads.
But there were only two response.
1. Many warned against real people or trying to bring a new person even in roleplays.
2. its like send me your wife nudes, whats her size, does milk comes in?
Suresh was frustrated this was not help he wanted on online forums. He felt very insecure and the image of his manager in past floated.
Then he rememberd Gautham again.
here was Gowtham — a real, living example. A trustworthy guy who had actually seen it work in real life.
A guy who was helping him with fruits, showing genuine concern, and not misusing the secret.
Suresh’s heart beat faster.
He seems different. Caring. He didn’t judge me. He even tried to help me fix it.
The more he thought, the stronger the urge became. he just wanted to know how things got fixed for his friend, is that was safe? were his friend wife didnt go through any issue? he wanted to have a open talk.
He couldn’t wait till Sunday.
He checked the time. It was 8:45 PM. Gowtham must have returned from the gym by now.
Suresh stood up, took a deep breath, and walked out of the house. He crossed the corridor and rang Gowtham’s doorbell.
When the door opened, Gowtham stood there in his vest and tracks, looking surprised but welcoming.
“Hey bro what a surprise.. you would remember me only in weekdays, Gautham just joked?”
Suresh stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“Gowtham… I want to talk,” he said, its a kind of serious.. actually, .....
He looked at the young, sturdy man standing in front of him.
“I need your help.”
gowtham nodded. He knows what to do next
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