Adultery Husband's Controlled Fantasy, Wife's Dilemma - Part I & II

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 54: Gowtham Claimed Sneha 

Inside the room 

Unaware of Suresh was taken by a group... Sneha and Gowtham continued.. 

He kept teasing, her entry, his cock in halfway....

Sneha’s heart hammered wildly. She was still on her side, Gowtham’s thick cock lodged halfway inside her soaked pussy, stretching her walls with a delicious, burning fullness. Every second she expected the door to burst open — Suresh storming in, fists flying, dragging Gowtham off her like the jealous husband he was supposed to be. But the hallway outside stayed silent. Only the wet, obscene sound of her own dripping cunt filled the room as Gowtham’s hips gave one shallow, teasing thrust.


“Gowtham… he might come back any second,” she gasped, voice trembling with equal parts fear and unbearable arousal. “Slow down… please…”

But her body betrayed her. Her slick inner walls clenched greedily around his invading shaft, sucking him deeper.


Gowtham’s breath was hot against the back of her neck. His powerful arm tightened around her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her ass flush against his pelvis. “I’ve waited too fucking long for this, Sneha,” he growled, voice raw with pure lust. “I don’t care if he walks in right now. Let him watch. Let him see how deep I’m buried in his wife’s tight little cunt.”

He flexed his hips and drove forward in one smooth, powerful stroke — all the way to the hilt. His heavy balls slapped against her clit as every thick inch of his cock claimed her completely.


“Ahhhhhh! Fuck!” Sneha cried out, a loud, broken moan ripping from her throat. Her eyes rolled back, fingers clawing at the sheets. The sudden, brutal stretch sent shockwaves of pleasure crashing through her body. She was so wet that his cock slid in with almost no resistance, yet she still felt every throbbing vein, every ridge dragging along her sensitive walls.

Gowtham didn’t give her time to breathe. He started fucking her with deep, hungry strokes — fast and relentless from behind. The bed creaked violently under them. Skin slapped loudly against skin. Sneha’s heavy breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples aching. She tried to hold back her moans, still half-waiting for Suresh… but within a minute she was lost.

“Oh gowtham… you’re so deep… so fucking big…” she whimpered, pushing her ass back to meet his pounding cock.

Gowtham’s hand slid up to roughly grope her breast, pinching her nipple hard while his other hand reached around to rub furious circles on her swollen clit.  Their rhythm turned feral. He fucked her like an animal in heat — long, punishing strokes that made her juices coat his balls and drip down her thighs. Sneha’s moans grew louder, shameless, echoing in the room. 


Ten minutes blurred into pure ecstasy. Her first orgasm hit her like lightning. Her walls spasmed violently around his cock as she screamed, body shaking uncontrollably.

A random message came to her mobile. a notification that brought her back to the world.. she realised she was getting fucked by Gowtham but Still no sign of Suresh.

Panting, flushed and dripping, Sneha finally turned her head. “Where… where is he?” she gasped, voice hoarse.

Gowtham took her phone and his phone put both on silent.

Gowtham pulled out with a wet pop, flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, and climbed between her spread thighs in full missionary.

His muscular body hovered over her, cock glistening with her cream. He looked into her eyes with dark, victorious hunger.

“Maybe he wanted this,” he said, voice thick. “Maybe he left us the room so I could properly fuck his beautiful wife.” He rubbed his fat cockhead up and down her soaked slit, teasing her clit. “Maybe deep down he knows you need a real man tonight.”



May be he is a cuckold and we need to respect his willingness to lend you to me. 

If that is what he wanted, why we need to stop.. we like each other, we resist we other for a long.. 

Sneha’s last shred of resistance melted. She grabed his shoulders, pulled him down, and moaned into his mouth as he thrust back inside her — deeper than before. Their bodies locked together. He fucked her hard in missionary, hips slamming down, grinding against her clit with every stroke. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.

He fucked her relentlessly in missionary, sucking and biting her bouncing tits until her nipples were swollen and red.

Meanwhile, 10 km deep into the dense forest...


The black van jolted to a stop on a narrow dirt track surrounded by thick, shadowy trees. Rough hands yanked Suresh out and shoved him onto his knees. The cloth wrapped tightly around his head was finally ripped off. Cold night air hit his face, along with the sharp smell of wet earth and pine.

He blinked hard, chest heaving. A small crowd of about ten people — five men and a few women — stood in a circle under the dim headlights. One woman in her late twenties stepped forward, eyes wide as she stared at him.
“This is not the person!” she cried out.

The group leader, a burly man with a thick beard, froze. “What the fuck do you mean? You said the bastard who cheated you and got you pregnant was wearing a brown sweater. We grabbed the first guy we saw leaving that hotel in a brown sweater!”

Suresh’s heart pounded like a war drum. His wrists were still tied, arms aching. “You’ve got the wrong man!” he shouted, voice hoarse. “I have an important… very important work back at the hotel. You took me at the worst possible moment. Shit!”

The woman shook her head again, stepping closer. “No… this isn’t him. The guy who fucked me and disappeared was taller, fairer, with a different face. This man is innocent.”

The leader cursed under his breath and motioned to his men. They quickly cut the ropes binding Suresh’s hands. “Sorry, brother. Honest mistake. We’ll drop you right back at the hotel. Our bad.”

Suresh rubbed his sore wrists, breathing heavily. As the men guided him toward the van, a sudden dark suspicion clawed its way into his mind. Brown sweater… Gowtham was wearing a brown sweater when we left the car this evening. His stomach twisted.

He turned to the woman. “Wait… just to be sure. Is the guy’s name Gowtham?”