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Chapter 81 - The early signs of detachment
Monday morning arrived with the quiet weight of routine, but beneath it hummed an undercurrent of change. Suresh woke early, his movements deliberate and calm. He helped Ramya pack the last of her things, sharing soft laughter and father-daughter banter that felt lighter than it had in weeks.
While, Sneha was surprised to see Suresh waking up early help packing things. She swiftly got into kitchen, prepared breakfast and lunch for them. The trio had breakfast together as a family . As they prepared to leave, Sneha kissed Ramya and gave few pocket money to buy something in canteen..
Gowtham was getting ready for office but, he was not ready to enter Suresh house, he decided to step in to house after Ramya and Suresh left.
Sneha saw father and daughter, happily going together. a memory she doesn't register for a long.. or just seeing clearing now. It make her look like, she is becoming less attentive compared to Suresh.
The drive to her hostel was filled with her excited chatter about college life, and for those precious hours, Suresh felt anchored—truly present as a father. He hugged her tightly at the gate, watching until she disappeared inside, a small smile lingering on his lips.
Back home, the house felt emptier the moment the car pulled away. Gowtham had timed his arrival perfectly. He stepped in through the door, his eyes already gleaming with anticipation as he found Sneha in the living room, still in her simple morning saree, the fabric clinging softly to her curves from the residual humidity.
“Ramya gone back to hostel?” he asked, voice low.
Sneha nodded, a faint smile touching her lips. “Yeah… just left with her father. You know, watching them together today… it hit me. They share such a great bond. I don’t know how to explain it, but it felt… im very jelous now she is getting an extra special from my husband.. Special that he doesnt give me...”
Gowtham closed the distance in two strides, his strong arms pulling her flush against his chest. “We share a great bond too, darling,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. He tilted her chin up and claimed her mouth in a deep, devouring kiss.
It was a five-minute war of tongues and lips—hungry, wet, breathless. His hands roamed her back, pressing her closer, while hers clutched his shirt. When they finally broke apart, both were flushed, lips swollen.
“You’re not going to the office?” Sneha asked, voice husky, one hand trailing down his chest. “You seem… in the mood today.”
“I am going,” he replied, nipping at her lower lip. “But I wanted to ask something first. Last time… we started in the evening and went till three in the morning, then again at dawn. I want that again. That intensity.”
Sneha’s eyes darkened with memory. “Mmm…
Gowtham continued.. I like that, Especially when your cuck husband stroked himself watching us—”
The words had barely left his lips when something snapped inside her.
Ever since his sudden disappearance, Sneha wanted to be very careful about things, she was not sure why Suresh feels difference but she started looking this with caution..
Her hand shot down, gripping his hardening cock firmly through his pants and squeezing hard enough to make him gasp.
“Next time you call him a cuck or use any harsh words,” she whispered fiercely, eyes locked on his, “I don’t care how much I love this dick—it’s my favorite, but I will cut it off. Understand?”
Gowtham winced, a sharp “Aaahh! It’s paining…” escaping him.
“It’ll pain him the same when he hears it,” she shot back. “He allows this… us. Fantasy aside, we owe him basic respect. I missed enforcing that earlier. Not anymore.”
He breathed through the discomfort, nodding. “You never stopped me from using those words during sex before… I thought it turned you on.”
“It did, in the heat of the moment,” she admitted, loosening her grip but not releasing him. “But maybe I won’t entertain it anymore. Things feel different now.”
“Okay, okay… peace,” he conceded, pulling her back into a gentler kiss. “This evening I’m coming home early. Let’s be naked on the sofa, fucking when he walks in. What do you say?”
Sneha pulled back, eyes narrowing. The thrill of the fantasy clashed with a sudden pang in her chest. “What do you get out of making things hard for my husband? I know it was Suresh’s fantasy at first. We did it. I needed it… and yeah, I liked parts of it. But why keep pushing for same again and again? Can’t we just have sex without dragging him into every moment?
You will leave me one day.. Even now, After we finish sex, I need him—as my partner, my person. I’m his wife. I love him.
Whatever the answer is right now… it’s no.”
Gowtham’s expression flickered, but he backed off. “You kind of agreed just a minute ago…”
“Yes, but not now.
Why is is because i called your husband cuck.
Sneha Yes. but not just that.. I’m not spending enough time with Suresh. I need that.
But We’ll have sex in the bed, like normal, a then sleep. Got it?”
He sighed but nodded. “Okay.”
Evening:
Evening settled over the house like a heavy curtain. Suresh returned from work, exhaustion and something deeper etched into his face. Sneha greeted him warmly, handing him fresh coffee, updating him on bills and Ramya’s tuition fees.
She just truly wanted to spend some time, but she herself fell awkward to speak normally just like that, but she is clear even her sex marathon with gowtham, where she saw Suresh has been mastrubating on them thrice.. things had changed they didnt have a proper conversation. There was an unease between them, but Suresh doesnt make an issue out of it , pains her more.
She wanted to start conversation, so she bring some random general things to speak with him
But Suresh barely spoke. His replies were polite, functional. He sat glued to the news channel, eyes distant, as if the world on screen was more real than the one in his living room.
She ironed his shirts with care, cooked his favorite dishes, moving around him like the devoted wife she still wanted to be.
She prepared his favorite dishes, expecting a happy smile from him, he used to come to kitchen and open vessels telling how the smell reaching bedroom.. but Suresh continued to pretend like he was busy seeing feed in his mobile.
During dinner, while the trio have food on the table.. Gowtham played his dangerous game under the table—his foot sliding up Sneha’s leg, toes teasing her inner thigh while Suresh sat just across from them, oblivious. Sneha’s breath hitched, a rush of forbidden heat mixing with guilt.
After dinner, they moved to the TV.
Gowtham’s patience finally snapped.
“I’m heading to bed, guys,” he announced, standing. His eyes burned into Sneha.
“Sneha, join me. Let’s have a quick session before we sleep.”
Sneha’s gaze darted to Suresh, heart twisting.
He looked… different. Distant.
He answered her questions, spoke when needed, but the warmth was gone. It ached.
“Aren’t you coming to sleep?” she asked softly.
Suresh didn’t even look away from the screen.
“There’s a big story breaking. I’ll come later.
You two carry on.” His voice was flat, dismissive.
Something cold settled in Sneha’s stomach. She felt it—something wrong, unusual.
But Gowtham was already tugging her toward the bedroom.
Monday morning arrived with the quiet weight of routine, but beneath it hummed an undercurrent of change. Suresh woke early, his movements deliberate and calm. He helped Ramya pack the last of her things, sharing soft laughter and father-daughter banter that felt lighter than it had in weeks.
While, Sneha was surprised to see Suresh waking up early help packing things. She swiftly got into kitchen, prepared breakfast and lunch for them. The trio had breakfast together as a family . As they prepared to leave, Sneha kissed Ramya and gave few pocket money to buy something in canteen..
Gowtham was getting ready for office but, he was not ready to enter Suresh house, he decided to step in to house after Ramya and Suresh left.
Sneha saw father and daughter, happily going together. a memory she doesn't register for a long.. or just seeing clearing now. It make her look like, she is becoming less attentive compared to Suresh.
The drive to her hostel was filled with her excited chatter about college life, and for those precious hours, Suresh felt anchored—truly present as a father. He hugged her tightly at the gate, watching until she disappeared inside, a small smile lingering on his lips.
Back home, the house felt emptier the moment the car pulled away. Gowtham had timed his arrival perfectly. He stepped in through the door, his eyes already gleaming with anticipation as he found Sneha in the living room, still in her simple morning saree, the fabric clinging softly to her curves from the residual humidity.
“Ramya gone back to hostel?” he asked, voice low.
Sneha nodded, a faint smile touching her lips. “Yeah… just left with her father. You know, watching them together today… it hit me. They share such a great bond. I don’t know how to explain it, but it felt… im very jelous now she is getting an extra special from my husband.. Special that he doesnt give me...”
Gowtham closed the distance in two strides, his strong arms pulling her flush against his chest. “We share a great bond too, darling,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. He tilted her chin up and claimed her mouth in a deep, devouring kiss.
It was a five-minute war of tongues and lips—hungry, wet, breathless. His hands roamed her back, pressing her closer, while hers clutched his shirt. When they finally broke apart, both were flushed, lips swollen.
“You’re not going to the office?” Sneha asked, voice husky, one hand trailing down his chest. “You seem… in the mood today.”
“I am going,” he replied, nipping at her lower lip. “But I wanted to ask something first. Last time… we started in the evening and went till three in the morning, then again at dawn. I want that again. That intensity.”
Sneha’s eyes darkened with memory. “Mmm…
Gowtham continued.. I like that, Especially when your cuck husband stroked himself watching us—”
The words had barely left his lips when something snapped inside her.
Ever since his sudden disappearance, Sneha wanted to be very careful about things, she was not sure why Suresh feels difference but she started looking this with caution..
Her hand shot down, gripping his hardening cock firmly through his pants and squeezing hard enough to make him gasp.
“Next time you call him a cuck or use any harsh words,” she whispered fiercely, eyes locked on his, “I don’t care how much I love this dick—it’s my favorite, but I will cut it off. Understand?”
Gowtham winced, a sharp “Aaahh! It’s paining…” escaping him.
“It’ll pain him the same when he hears it,” she shot back. “He allows this… us. Fantasy aside, we owe him basic respect. I missed enforcing that earlier. Not anymore.”
He breathed through the discomfort, nodding. “You never stopped me from using those words during sex before… I thought it turned you on.”
“It did, in the heat of the moment,” she admitted, loosening her grip but not releasing him. “But maybe I won’t entertain it anymore. Things feel different now.”
“Okay, okay… peace,” he conceded, pulling her back into a gentler kiss. “This evening I’m coming home early. Let’s be naked on the sofa, fucking when he walks in. What do you say?”
Sneha pulled back, eyes narrowing. The thrill of the fantasy clashed with a sudden pang in her chest. “What do you get out of making things hard for my husband? I know it was Suresh’s fantasy at first. We did it. I needed it… and yeah, I liked parts of it. But why keep pushing for same again and again? Can’t we just have sex without dragging him into every moment?
You will leave me one day.. Even now, After we finish sex, I need him—as my partner, my person. I’m his wife. I love him.
Whatever the answer is right now… it’s no.”
Gowtham’s expression flickered, but he backed off. “You kind of agreed just a minute ago…”
“Yes, but not now.
Why is is because i called your husband cuck.
Sneha Yes. but not just that.. I’m not spending enough time with Suresh. I need that.
But We’ll have sex in the bed, like normal, a then sleep. Got it?”
He sighed but nodded. “Okay.”
Evening:
Evening settled over the house like a heavy curtain. Suresh returned from work, exhaustion and something deeper etched into his face. Sneha greeted him warmly, handing him fresh coffee, updating him on bills and Ramya’s tuition fees.
She just truly wanted to spend some time, but she herself fell awkward to speak normally just like that, but she is clear even her sex marathon with gowtham, where she saw Suresh has been mastrubating on them thrice.. things had changed they didnt have a proper conversation. There was an unease between them, but Suresh doesnt make an issue out of it , pains her more.
She wanted to start conversation, so she bring some random general things to speak with him
But Suresh barely spoke. His replies were polite, functional. He sat glued to the news channel, eyes distant, as if the world on screen was more real than the one in his living room.
She ironed his shirts with care, cooked his favorite dishes, moving around him like the devoted wife she still wanted to be.
She prepared his favorite dishes, expecting a happy smile from him, he used to come to kitchen and open vessels telling how the smell reaching bedroom.. but Suresh continued to pretend like he was busy seeing feed in his mobile.
During dinner, while the trio have food on the table.. Gowtham played his dangerous game under the table—his foot sliding up Sneha’s leg, toes teasing her inner thigh while Suresh sat just across from them, oblivious. Sneha’s breath hitched, a rush of forbidden heat mixing with guilt.
After dinner, they moved to the TV.
Gowtham’s patience finally snapped.
“I’m heading to bed, guys,” he announced, standing. His eyes burned into Sneha.
“Sneha, join me. Let’s have a quick session before we sleep.”
Sneha’s gaze darted to Suresh, heart twisting.
He looked… different. Distant.
He answered her questions, spoke when needed, but the warmth was gone. It ached.
“Aren’t you coming to sleep?” she asked softly.
Suresh didn’t even look away from the screen.
“There’s a big story breaking. I’ll come later.
You two carry on.” His voice was flat, dismissive.
Something cold settled in Sneha’s stomach. She felt it—something wrong, unusual.
But Gowtham was already tugging her toward the bedroom.
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