27-04-2026, 07:38 PM
Chapter 62 - Suresh Realization and determination
Sneha froze.
The moment the words “We need to talk” left Suresh’s mouth, her warm smile vanished. A visible shiver ran through her body. She was still wearing only a towel, her skin damp from the shower, fresh love bites from Gowtham clearly visible on her neck and the swell of her breasts.
She suddenly felt exposed — not just physically, but emotionally.
Oh no... it must be about last night, she thought, panic rising. I really messed up.
Her mind raced desperately for excuses. I should have been careful, i should'nt taken his permission as taken for granted, I should have told him I was going to Gowtham’s flat. But It wasn’t planned right… I only went to give a head massage. How did it turn into full sex? will he believe if i tell him its unplanned.. did this hurt him bad...
Suresh sat on the edge of the bed, looking tired and serious. He pointed toward the cupboard.
“Did you see the sweets and perfume I kept on the bed last night?”
Sneha nodded slowly. “Yes… I kept them inside.”
“I bought them for you,” Suresh said, his voice low and heavy. “You know why?”
Sneha looked puzzled.
“In ten-plus years of marriage, whenever I was in the mood and wanted to make love to you properly, I always brought something like this. Last night… I wanted you. I waited for you like a fool. Three hours just hoping you’d come back after finishing your works in kitchen.. then after knowing you are with him, i still believed... but another three hours waiting for you to return to our bed went for no use.
Six hours, Sneha. I lost sleep. I lost peace.”
Each word landed on Sneha like a hammer.
Her eyes filled with tears. Shit… how did I let heat take over like that? I completely forgot about him.
“I’m really disappointed,” Suresh continued, his voice cracking slightly.
“I don’t think this will work out.”
The moment those words left his mouth, Sneha’s knees gave way.
She dropped down in front of him on the floor, still in her towel, and held his hands tightly.
“I’m sincerely sorry, Suresh,” she said, voice trembling. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I didn’t know you had plans for us last night. Gowtham and I… it wasn’t planned at all. I went to give him a head massage because he said he had a headache. Things just… happened. If you had given me even one hint that you wanted me, I would have stayed with you. I swear on Ramya. Please don’t think Gowtham or sex is more important than you. It hurts that you feel this way.”
Suresh looked at his wife kneeling before him, genuinely remorseful, and felt a storm inside his chest.
He didn’t want to be a cuckold anymore, even when he took the role it was forced on him not by anyone but by situation.. Ever since he witnessed their sex, its an unsaid thing that they were in open relationship.. He had already shared his wife... He didn’t want to keep pretending he was fine sharing her.
But another fear gripped him even tighter — What if I ban it completely? What if i say no to her to have sex with gowtham or any fantasies or kink or open relationship.
The visuals of last night flashed in his mind — Sneha riding Gowtham, kissing him passionately, moaning his name even after seeing her husband at the door. The chemistry between them was dangerous.
The visual send him a warning.. no she wont agree to it, even if she agree, she may stay silent for someday and she may choose to cheat him.. the chemistry they shared was such a dangerous one. His mind strongly believed.
He couldn’t trust anyone. Not even his loyal wife. Heat and pleasure had a way of breaking even the strongest bonds.
So he made a decision.
He wouldn’t end it abruptly.
He would control it. Slowly. Smartly.
He would set rules that looked fair but would gradually choke the fire until Sneha herself lost interest.
He would reclaim his position as the head of the house.
Suresh took a deep breath and spoke with calm authority.
“Sneha… if we are going to continue this… then I need respect.
Respect as your husband.
Respect as your lover.
Respect as the head of this family.”
Sneha looked up at him, still kneeling, listening carefully.
“I cannot allow things to keep happening without any boundaries.
Today you had ‘no plan.’ Tomorrow you might have another reason.
I refuse to live like this.
So I’m going to set some rules and boundaries for this… open relationship.
If both of you can follow them, we can proceed. If not, we’ll have to rethink everything.”
Sneha nodded immediately, relief washing over her face.
“I’ll do anything, Suresh. I’m really sorry I hurt you.
Tell me the rules. Let’s talk about them.”
Suresh smirked, i know it, his mind shouted.
If she really valued him, she would have said, we shall stop it Suresh, i dont want anything..
but the words were like this "Tell me the rules. Let’s talk about them"
She like him, his sex, every bit.. He realized its really really tough to break them.
He came back to reality..
Suresh spoke after a minute
“I haven’t finalized them yet.
I have just thought we should have one, a disciplined rule to keep our relastionship healthy..
don't forget we have a family.
But I will by evening.
When I come back from office, I want both you and Gowtham to sit with me in the hall.
We will discuss everything properly.”
Sneha squeezed his hands. “Okay. I’ll tell Gowtham too.”
Suresh stood up without another word and walked toward the bathroom. Before closing the door, he looked back at his wife — still kneeling on the floor, towel barely covering her body, eyes red from crying.
He felt a strange mix of pain, power, and determination.
This ends on my terms, he thought. Slowly. One rule at a time.
He closed the bathroom door behind him.
The game of control had just begun.
Sneha froze.
The moment the words “We need to talk” left Suresh’s mouth, her warm smile vanished. A visible shiver ran through her body. She was still wearing only a towel, her skin damp from the shower, fresh love bites from Gowtham clearly visible on her neck and the swell of her breasts.
She suddenly felt exposed — not just physically, but emotionally.
Oh no... it must be about last night, she thought, panic rising. I really messed up.
Her mind raced desperately for excuses. I should have been careful, i should'nt taken his permission as taken for granted, I should have told him I was going to Gowtham’s flat. But It wasn’t planned right… I only went to give a head massage. How did it turn into full sex? will he believe if i tell him its unplanned.. did this hurt him bad...
Suresh sat on the edge of the bed, looking tired and serious. He pointed toward the cupboard.
“Did you see the sweets and perfume I kept on the bed last night?”
Sneha nodded slowly. “Yes… I kept them inside.”
“I bought them for you,” Suresh said, his voice low and heavy. “You know why?”
Sneha looked puzzled.
“In ten-plus years of marriage, whenever I was in the mood and wanted to make love to you properly, I always brought something like this. Last night… I wanted you. I waited for you like a fool. Three hours just hoping you’d come back after finishing your works in kitchen.. then after knowing you are with him, i still believed... but another three hours waiting for you to return to our bed went for no use.
Six hours, Sneha. I lost sleep. I lost peace.”
Each word landed on Sneha like a hammer.
Her eyes filled with tears. Shit… how did I let heat take over like that? I completely forgot about him.
“I’m really disappointed,” Suresh continued, his voice cracking slightly.
“I don’t think this will work out.”
The moment those words left his mouth, Sneha’s knees gave way.
She dropped down in front of him on the floor, still in her towel, and held his hands tightly.
“I’m sincerely sorry, Suresh,” she said, voice trembling. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I didn’t know you had plans for us last night. Gowtham and I… it wasn’t planned at all. I went to give him a head massage because he said he had a headache. Things just… happened. If you had given me even one hint that you wanted me, I would have stayed with you. I swear on Ramya. Please don’t think Gowtham or sex is more important than you. It hurts that you feel this way.”
Suresh looked at his wife kneeling before him, genuinely remorseful, and felt a storm inside his chest.
He didn’t want to be a cuckold anymore, even when he took the role it was forced on him not by anyone but by situation.. Ever since he witnessed their sex, its an unsaid thing that they were in open relationship.. He had already shared his wife... He didn’t want to keep pretending he was fine sharing her.
But another fear gripped him even tighter — What if I ban it completely? What if i say no to her to have sex with gowtham or any fantasies or kink or open relationship.
The visuals of last night flashed in his mind — Sneha riding Gowtham, kissing him passionately, moaning his name even after seeing her husband at the door. The chemistry between them was dangerous.
The visual send him a warning.. no she wont agree to it, even if she agree, she may stay silent for someday and she may choose to cheat him.. the chemistry they shared was such a dangerous one. His mind strongly believed.
He couldn’t trust anyone. Not even his loyal wife. Heat and pleasure had a way of breaking even the strongest bonds.
So he made a decision.
He wouldn’t end it abruptly.
He would control it. Slowly. Smartly.
He would set rules that looked fair but would gradually choke the fire until Sneha herself lost interest.
He would reclaim his position as the head of the house.
Suresh took a deep breath and spoke with calm authority.
“Sneha… if we are going to continue this… then I need respect.
Respect as your husband.
Respect as your lover.
Respect as the head of this family.”
Sneha looked up at him, still kneeling, listening carefully.
“I cannot allow things to keep happening without any boundaries.
Today you had ‘no plan.’ Tomorrow you might have another reason.
I refuse to live like this.
So I’m going to set some rules and boundaries for this… open relationship.
If both of you can follow them, we can proceed. If not, we’ll have to rethink everything.”
Sneha nodded immediately, relief washing over her face.
“I’ll do anything, Suresh. I’m really sorry I hurt you.
Tell me the rules. Let’s talk about them.”
Suresh smirked, i know it, his mind shouted.
If she really valued him, she would have said, we shall stop it Suresh, i dont want anything..
but the words were like this "Tell me the rules. Let’s talk about them"
She like him, his sex, every bit.. He realized its really really tough to break them.
He came back to reality..
Suresh spoke after a minute
“I haven’t finalized them yet.
I have just thought we should have one, a disciplined rule to keep our relastionship healthy..
don't forget we have a family.
But I will by evening.
When I come back from office, I want both you and Gowtham to sit with me in the hall.
We will discuss everything properly.”
Sneha squeezed his hands. “Okay. I’ll tell Gowtham too.”
Suresh stood up without another word and walked toward the bathroom. Before closing the door, he looked back at his wife — still kneeling on the floor, towel barely covering her body, eyes red from crying.
He felt a strange mix of pain, power, and determination.
This ends on my terms, he thought. Slowly. One rule at a time.
He closed the bathroom door behind him.
The game of control had just begun.
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