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Chapter 79 – The Weight of Guilt
The drive back home was silent except for Ramya’s cheerful chatter from the back seat.
Sneha gripped the steering wheel tightly, her mind in complete turmoil.
Did I hurt him?
Last night’s marathon replayed in her head — the sofa, the rough missionary, the anal, the way Gowtham had used her like a toy while Suresh sat just two feet away stroking himself. The rules they broke so casually.
Was that the final straw?
When Suresh hadn’t answered her calls, she had imagined the worst — accident, suicide, walking away forever. Every memory of the past few weeks flashed before her eyes. She had actively manipulated the rules with Gowtham. She had sided with him many times. She had even given a place for Gowtham to call Suresh a “cuck” this morning.
Her heart sank.
Did I push my own husband too far?
But the moment she saw Suresh walking with Ramya on his shoulders, a wave of relief washed over her. Still, something heavy remained in her chest.
As she glanced at the rearview mirror, she saw Suresh playing happily with their daughter — laughing, tickling her, listening to her college stories with full attention. The sight hit her like a slap.
My family…
She had tricked her own husband for Gowtham’s pleasure.
Why? When did she become this person?
She tightened her grip on the wheel until her knuckles turned white.
They reached the flat. Sneha quietly arranged Ramya’s bed while Suresh helped his daughter change clothes.
She started cooking dinner, her mind still restless.
At 8:30 PM, Gowtham arrived.
The four of them sat at the dining table. Suresh was completely focused on Ramya, asking her about college, her friends, what happened with “backbencher Rishika.” Ramya sat glued to her father, giggling and telling stories.
Sneha and Gowtham sat opposite each other.
Under the long tablecloth, Gowtham’s bare foot slowly crept forward. He pushed aside her saree pallu and began rubbing his toes along her calf, then higher, between her thighs. Sneha looked at him sharply. Gowtham just winked playfully and mouthed, “Later.”
A minute later, he said loudly, “Sneha, I had a hectic day at office. Heavy headache. Can you bring me the balm after dinner?”
Suresh didn’t even look up. He was busy laughing with Ramya.
After dinner, Sneha found it strange.
Suresh had never been this invested in Ramya before.
Earlier, it was always her who handled their daughter. Now he was fully present — playing, listening, smiling.
She wanted to join them, but a paper ball landed near her feet. She picked it up.
Come to my room. Now.
Gowtham gave her a flying kiss and a wink when no one was looking.
Sneha took the balm bottle and told Suresh, “Gowtham has a bad headache.
I’ll give him balm and come back in 10 minutes.”
Suresh just nodded without looking at her. “Okay.”
He continued laughing with Ramya as if he hadn’t even heard her properly.
The moment Sneha entered Gowtham’s house, he dragged her inside and locked the door.
He was already completely naked, his cock hard and ready.
He pulled her into a hungry kiss, hands grabbing her ass.
Sneha kissed him back for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled away.
Her sub-conscious mind hated her.
Her face showed clear disappointment for the first time.
“What are you doing, Gowtham?” she said, voice low but sharp.
“My daughter is home and you’re standing here naked, expecting me to have sex?
When did I or my husband allow you today? This is not one of your three days.”
Gowtham smirked, thinking she was playing. He tried to pull her closer.
Sneha stepped back, her expression hardening.
Stop it Gowtham..
“And this afternoon… when I called you crying, scared that Suresh was missing, you cut my call coldly.
You didn’t even call back to ask if everything was okay.
You only care about sex, don’t you?”
Gowtham’s smile slowly faded. The sudden change in her tone sent a warning signal through him.
This wasn’t the obedient, horny Sneha he had grown used to in the past week..
This was something new.
The drive back home was silent except for Ramya’s cheerful chatter from the back seat.
Sneha gripped the steering wheel tightly, her mind in complete turmoil.
Did I hurt him?
Last night’s marathon replayed in her head — the sofa, the rough missionary, the anal, the way Gowtham had used her like a toy while Suresh sat just two feet away stroking himself. The rules they broke so casually.
Was that the final straw?
When Suresh hadn’t answered her calls, she had imagined the worst — accident, suicide, walking away forever. Every memory of the past few weeks flashed before her eyes. She had actively manipulated the rules with Gowtham. She had sided with him many times. She had even given a place for Gowtham to call Suresh a “cuck” this morning.
Her heart sank.
Did I push my own husband too far?
But the moment she saw Suresh walking with Ramya on his shoulders, a wave of relief washed over her. Still, something heavy remained in her chest.
As she glanced at the rearview mirror, she saw Suresh playing happily with their daughter — laughing, tickling her, listening to her college stories with full attention. The sight hit her like a slap.
My family…
She had tricked her own husband for Gowtham’s pleasure.
Why? When did she become this person?
She tightened her grip on the wheel until her knuckles turned white.
They reached the flat. Sneha quietly arranged Ramya’s bed while Suresh helped his daughter change clothes.
She started cooking dinner, her mind still restless.
At 8:30 PM, Gowtham arrived.
The four of them sat at the dining table. Suresh was completely focused on Ramya, asking her about college, her friends, what happened with “backbencher Rishika.” Ramya sat glued to her father, giggling and telling stories.
Sneha and Gowtham sat opposite each other.
Under the long tablecloth, Gowtham’s bare foot slowly crept forward. He pushed aside her saree pallu and began rubbing his toes along her calf, then higher, between her thighs. Sneha looked at him sharply. Gowtham just winked playfully and mouthed, “Later.”
A minute later, he said loudly, “Sneha, I had a hectic day at office. Heavy headache. Can you bring me the balm after dinner?”
Suresh didn’t even look up. He was busy laughing with Ramya.
After dinner, Sneha found it strange.
Suresh had never been this invested in Ramya before.
Earlier, it was always her who handled their daughter. Now he was fully present — playing, listening, smiling.
She wanted to join them, but a paper ball landed near her feet. She picked it up.
Come to my room. Now.
Gowtham gave her a flying kiss and a wink when no one was looking.
Sneha took the balm bottle and told Suresh, “Gowtham has a bad headache.
I’ll give him balm and come back in 10 minutes.”
Suresh just nodded without looking at her. “Okay.”
He continued laughing with Ramya as if he hadn’t even heard her properly.
The moment Sneha entered Gowtham’s house, he dragged her inside and locked the door.
He was already completely naked, his cock hard and ready.
He pulled her into a hungry kiss, hands grabbing her ass.
Sneha kissed him back for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled away.
Her sub-conscious mind hated her.
Her face showed clear disappointment for the first time.
“What are you doing, Gowtham?” she said, voice low but sharp.
“My daughter is home and you’re standing here naked, expecting me to have sex?
When did I or my husband allow you today? This is not one of your three days.”
Gowtham smirked, thinking she was playing. He tried to pull her closer.
Sneha stepped back, her expression hardening.
Stop it Gowtham..
“And this afternoon… when I called you crying, scared that Suresh was missing, you cut my call coldly.
You didn’t even call back to ask if everything was okay.
You only care about sex, don’t you?”
Gowtham’s smile slowly faded. The sudden change in her tone sent a warning signal through him.
This wasn’t the obedient, horny Sneha he had grown used to in the past week..
This was something new.
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