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

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Chapter 73 – Thursday Evening : The Start of an Unstoppable Ride.


Suresh reached home at 7:15 PM, exhausted from the long day and the heavy tension in his chest. 
The moment he opened the door, he saw them both sitting on the sofa in the hall.

Gowtham was wearing only a loose t-shirt and shorts. Sneha sat beside him in a tiny, lavender color slip top that barely reached her mid-thighs. No panties. Just a black bra underneath.

“Welcome home, buddy,” Gowtham said with a relaxed smile. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Suresh raised an eyebrow. “For me?”

“Yes,” Gowtham replied. “Late-night sex makes me sleepy the next day. 
I couldn’t focus at work. So we decided to do it early today… the right way.”
Suresh’s jaw tightened. “Then continue. Why are you waiting for me?”
Gowtham smirked and winked. “You forgot, bro? 
Suresh realised,  to know the truth he has to watch...
Suresh stood there with a hard face and nodded once.

Gowtham didn’t waste a second. He pulled Sneha closer.
Sneha stood up quickly. “Wait…” She went into the kitchen, she had already made a coffee. she had expected Suresh to be coming.. and brought it to Suresh along with a plate of biscuits — her usual wifely care even in this twisted situation. 

Suresh took the cup silently.
Meanwhile, Gowtham pulled her back toward the sofa. “The sofa will be perfect for the evening.”
Sneha looked at him, slightly nervous. “For what?”

Gowtham removed his shorts, and came nude in the bottom, while the T Shirt was still on.
“You need to give him the best view,” Gowtham said, stroking his hard cock slowly.

Suresh locked the main door, and when he turned back, the scene had already begun.


Sneha was already on all fours on the wide sofa, her body positioned perfectly for maximum exposure. Her tiny black slip had ridden all the way up her back, completely baring her round, smooth ass and glistening pussy. The lips of her cunt were visibly swollen and wet, shining under the hall lights.


She held Gowtham’s thick, veined cock in her soft right hand, stroking it slowly from base to tip. Then, with a hungry moan, she lowered her mouth onto him.

Her lips stretched wide around his girth as she took the first few inches. A wet, obscene gluck sound escaped as she pushed deeper, her cheeks hollowing with effort. She bobbed her head steadily, sucking him with shameless hunger — saliva already dripping down his shaft and onto her fingers.

Because she was right at the edge of the sofa, her balance was shaky. She reached back with her left hand, grabbed Gowtham’s firm ass cheek for support, and pulled him closer. In the heat of the moment, her fingers dug into his flesh, pressing him forward so his cock slid even deeper into her throat.

“Mmmhh… gluck… gluck… mmmph…” The wet, sloppy sounds of her eager sucking filled the entire hall.


Her small, loose slip top hung down loosely from her shoulders, giving Suresh an unobstructed view of her heavy breasts swaying and jiggling inside her black bra with every forward bob of her head. The soft, creamy flesh bounced hypnotically. Her nipples were visibly hard, poking against the thin bra cups.

Suresh’s cock twitched violently in his pants. The sight of his respectable, homely wife on all fours like a bitch in heat, eagerly deep-throating another man while presenting her dripping pussy to the room, was too much to bear.
He couldn’t stop himself.

With trembling fingers, Suresh opened his zip, pulled out his rock-hard erection, and started stroking it right there in the middle of the hall — slow, desperate strokes as he watched.

Gowtham looked straight at Suresh and smiled — a wide, victorious, almost mocking smile. He deliberately removed his hand from the back of Sneha’s head, raising both hands slightly as if to say she’s doing this all by herself.

“Good girl…” he groaned loudly, voice thick with pleasure. “Show your husband how well you suck me. Look at him while you do it, baby.”

Sneha moaned around his cock, her eyes watering slightly from the depth, but she didn’t stop. She pushed even deeper, taking more of him until her nose pressed against his pelvis for a few seconds, then pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock.



In the middle of the blowjob, Gowtham’s breathing grew ragged. He groaned loudly, his abs tightening.
“Enough… come here.”

He suddenly pulled her up by her arms, sat back comfortably on the sofa, and lifted Sneha onto his lap in one smooth motion. She straddled him eagerly, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his thighs.

Sneha reached down between them, held his thick, saliva-coated cock upright, and slowly sank down onto it.

“Ahhhhhhh…” A long, throaty moan escaped her lips as inch after inch disappeared inside her soaked pussy. Her mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut in pure pleasure as she took him to the hilt. Her ass settled fully on his lap, his balls pressed against her.

For a moment she stayed still, adjusting to his size, her inner walls clenching around him. Then she began to ride — slow, sensual rolls of her hips at first, grinding her clit against his base.


Sneha’s riding grew faster. Her breasts bounced wildly in front of Gowtham’s face as she fucked herself on his cock with increasing desperation.
Plap… Plap… Plap…

The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft echoed through the hall. Her moans became louder, more shameless.
“Gowtham… you’re so deep… ahh… fuck…”


After nearly fifteen minutes of intense riding, Gowtham suddenly gripped her waist tightly. In one powerful move, he flipped her onto her back on the same sofa. Her legs spread wide automatically as he positioned himself between them.


He entered her in missionary with a single brutal thrust.
“Ahhhhh!” Sneha cried out, back arching sharply.

Gowtham didn’t hold back. He fucked her rough and fast, hips slamming down with raw power.
Thap… Thap… Thap… Thap…

The loud, wet slapping of skin against skin echoed through the entire hall. Sneha’s breasts bounced violently with every savage thrust. Her face was a picture of pure lust — eyes rolled back, mouth open, moaning shamelessly.

“Gowtham… oh fuck… yes… harder! Please… harder!”
Gowtham pounded her mercilessly, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every stroke. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove even deeper. The sofa creaked dangerously under their violent fucking.

Sneha’s loud, broken cries filled the room. “I’m yours… Gowtham… fuck me… don’t stop… ahhhhh!”
For the next five minutes, he destroyed her pussy in that position — deep, punishing strokes that made her entire body jolt. Her juices were leaking down onto the sofa.

Finally, Gowtham buried himself as deep as possible and roared. “Take it…!”
He came hard, flooding her pussy with thick, hot spurts. At the same moment, Sneha’s body convulsed violently. Her orgasm hit like a tsunami — legs shaking uncontrollably, toes curling, pussy clamping down around his cock as she screamed his name.

Both of them panted heavily, bodies locked together, covered in sweat.

Gowtham looked over at Suresh with a victorious smirk.

Suresh had already cum hard — thick white ropes of semen were splattered on the floor near his feet. His cock was still twitching in his hand.
Gowtham chuckled darkly. “Baby, relax for a bit.” He kissed Sneha’s forehead possessively, then looked at her. “I need coffee too. Suresh probably finished his in seconds. Take your time and make one for me. We’ll continue in the bedroom after.”

Sneha lay on the sofa for a full minute, chest heaving, legs still spread, cum slowly leaking from her well-fucked pussy. She couldn’t bring herself to meet Suresh’s eyes. But she clearly saw his spent cock and the mess he had made on the floor.

Silently, on shaky legs, she stood up, pulled her slip down, and walked to the kitchen without saying a word..