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Chapter 82 - Sex and the Detachment
Once Sneha and Gowtham entered the master bedroom and closed the door with a soft, final click, Suresh switched off the TV.
The sudden silence in the apartment felt heavier than before, like the house itself was holding its breath.
He walked straight into the guest bedroom, locked the door, and lay down on the small single bed.
The tiny mattress creaked under his weight, but it felt strangely liberating—narrow, private, his own.
This feels so much more comfortable than that oversized marital bed, he thought, staring at the ceiling.
Within minutes, exhaustion pulled him under into a deep, deceptively peaceful sleep.
[b]10 minutes later…[/b]
The dream began innocently enough.
Suresh was still in the guest bedroom when the door creaked open. A sliver of hallway light spilled in, and then Sneha stepped inside—completely naked, her full breasts swaying heavily with each deliberate step, nipples already stiff in the cool air. Her skin glowed under the dim light, thighs glistening faintly. Gowtham followed right behind her, his cock thick and fully erect, veins pulsing, a predatory smile on his face.
“Why didn’t you come to the bedroom?” Sneha whispered, her voice husky, seductive.
She climbed onto the narrow bed, straddling Suresh’s thighs, her wet heat pressing against him through his clothes.
“I don’t like watching,” Suresh replied in the dream, his voice tight. “And I sure as hell don’t like being a cuck.”
Sneha’s expression shifted. She leaned down, her breasts brushing his chest, lips hovering near his ear. “But I need you there…” she breathed.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She glanced at it, and Gowtham did the same—secretive texts flashing across their screens. Her face crumpled. Tears welled up. “No… if this is hurting you, I’ll stop. Please don’t divorce me…” She begged desperately, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the master bedroom against his will.
Suresh realized it was a drama, she wanted him as cuck, want to watch them, looking at my rejection.. they quickly planned a way to drag him in.. In dreams he can see it very clear.. but he was already there inside the bedroom.
Inside, the massive cot was already shaking violently. Sneha was on all fours, moaning loudly as Gowtham slammed into her from behind, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. They didn’t stop even when Suresh was pulled onto the bed beside them. The mattress bounced with every brutal thrust. Sneha’s breasts swung wildly, sweat flying, her eyes half-lidded in ecstasy while she reached out and gripped Suresh’s hand. “Stay… watch me cum for him…” Gowtham grinned darkly, pounding harder, the wet sounds obscene and relentless.
Sneha no more wanted me. All she cared is Gowtham and his sex..
He was don with it, He woke up shouting only to release it was a dream...
He sat up, breathing fast, chest tight with a strange, lingering dread. Something felt… off.
The apartment was too quiet. He went to the hall, drank water with shaking hands.
Fifteen minutes had passed in real time. The dream had felt eternal.
No more drama, he decided. I’m done.
The dream gives him an idea of what would happen, if he tell her straight she would act stopping for a moment. But she would sneak behind his back. He believed so, he lost trust in her.
Anyway i'm going to divorce her..
If i tell her, she would do another drama, beg for forgiveness but nothing will be same again.
He decided he is going to keep her clueless of his state of mind, his decision.
He would share the house - the space for Ramya’s sake, but live separately. Carefree. Detached.
If anyone asked why he slept here, he’d say he is working over time.. a smooth lie that will be believable.
What if Sneha ask him to come inside the master bedroom and work?
He decided to fake a reason online client meet? new clients, new procedures..
He don't want them to see these, so he is staying at guest room
he prepared a smooth lie.
For few days, he would pretend having client meet after dinner, open his laptop, watch movies, then sleep there peacefully without any emotional damages.
Perfect he patted himself.
He took his laptop bag near his sofa and took it inside the guest bedroom.
Opening his laptop, he tested the webcam. His own tired face stared back—messy hair, visible grey strands in his beard and at the temples. He looked older. Defeated.
He set the laptop aside and stood in front of the mirror. His reflection was unflinching: a man who had slowly surrendered. The greying hair was proof he was losing his edge, his desirability.
Suresh looked himself dead in the eyes and said firmly, “Hey grey heroes… tomorrow you will be gone.” He winked at his reflection, forcing confidence. “Good night.”
He returned to bed, opened his laptop, and started a movie—calm on the surface, detached. He would share the house with Sneha for their daughter Ramya’s sake, but he was done. No more drama. No more nights of listening through the walls.
Yet that dream clung to him like a shadow. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something darker was unfolding just beyond the locked door. but he was not bothered, because Sneha is nothing to him any more.
15 Minutes before - Same time Inside the Master Bedroom
The moment the door clicked shut, Gowtham grabbed Sneha like a man starved. He crushed his mouth to hers in a hungry, bruising kiss that lasted nearly ten minutes—tongues battling, teeth nipping, hands roaming possessively.
Gowtham does a magic in her, the moment their lips locked, she forget the battle she had in the hall.. He pushed her backward onto the massive bed, climbing over her, his hard cock pressing insistently against her thigh through his clothes.
Sneha placed a hand on his chest. “Slow tonight,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. “I want to feel everything.”
He smirked, but obeyed… at first. He peeled her clothes off slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin—her neck, collarbone, the soft undersides of her heavy breasts.
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Sneha’s breathing grew ragged, but her eyes kept darting to the closed door. The silence from the rest of the house felt unnerving. Why isn’t Suresh coming? Is he really okay with this?
Gowtham noticed her distraction. His grip tightened. In one swift motion, he flipped them so she was on top in cowgirl position. He pulled her down for a deep, devouring kiss while unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, then biting—rough enough to make her gasp and arch. Pleasure shot through her, but so did that nagging unease.
He yanked her panties aside, rubbing the thick head of his cock along her slick folds, teasing her clit until she was dripping. Sneha moaned, grinding against him involuntarily, but suddenly froze.
“Suresh still hasn’t come… I should check on him.”
She tried to climb off. Gowtham’s strong arms locked around her waist like iron bands. “He’s fine,” he growled against her breast, attacking her nipples again—licking, sucking, biting her weak spot until her resistance melted into desperate whimpers.
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While she was lost in the sensation, he thrust upward, burying his thick cock deep inside her wet, clenching pussy in one powerful stroke.
Sneha cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. For the next forty minutes, the room filled with raw, filthy sounds—skin slapping skin, wet squelching, her uncontrollable moans. He fucked her in missionary, legs over his shoulders, pounding so deep she felt him in her stomach. Then he flipped her to spooning, one hand choking her throat lightly, the other rubbing her clit while he took her from behind with slow, grinding thrusts that built unbearable tension.
Every thrust carried a dark edge tonight. Gowtham’s whispers were possessive: “You’re mine when this door closes… he doesn’t get this version of you.” Sneha came hard, shuddering, but even in orgasm her mind flickered to the hallway. Is Suresh listening? Watching through a crack? Why does the silence feel so… threatening? is he enjoying? or He hates me now?
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They climaxed together—Gowtham burying himself to the hilt, groaning as he filled her.
Panting, bodies slick with sweat, Sneha glanced at the clock.
Over an hour had passed.
Suresh still hadn’t come.
Her post-orgasm haze shattered into cold anxiety. This wasn’t normal. A dark thrill mixed with fear twisted in her belly—part guilt, part forbidden excitement, part genuine dread. What if something was wrong? something unease caught her even before they entered the room, but the sex blinds her eyes.
“No… this is unusual,” she whispered, voice hoarse.
She tried to climb off. Gowtham’s strong hand caught her wrist in a tight grip. “Shall we go for a second round, baby?” he winked, voice thick with lust, pulling her back down onto his throbbing cock.
Sneha’s eyes flashed with irritation. She forcefully removed his hand from her wrist. “Not now.”
Heart racing with worry and a strange, growing unease, she quickly wiped the sweat and cum from her thighs with a towel but stayed completely naked—breasts flushed deep red, nipples swollen and marked from his rough bites, her freshly fucked pussy still glistening and leaking his load down her inner thighs.
Barefoot and exposed, she rushed out of the room.
The cool hallway air kissed her overheated skin, raising goosebumps across her naked breasts, stomach, and ass. Her nipples tightened even more. Every soft pad of her feet on the floor sounded too loud in the unnatural silence.
She could not find him in hall?
Where does he gone?
Disappeared again like last time?.
Once Sneha and Gowtham entered the master bedroom and closed the door with a soft, final click, Suresh switched off the TV.
The sudden silence in the apartment felt heavier than before, like the house itself was holding its breath.
He walked straight into the guest bedroom, locked the door, and lay down on the small single bed.
The tiny mattress creaked under his weight, but it felt strangely liberating—narrow, private, his own.
This feels so much more comfortable than that oversized marital bed, he thought, staring at the ceiling.
Within minutes, exhaustion pulled him under into a deep, deceptively peaceful sleep.
[b]10 minutes later…[/b]
The dream began innocently enough.
Suresh was still in the guest bedroom when the door creaked open. A sliver of hallway light spilled in, and then Sneha stepped inside—completely naked, her full breasts swaying heavily with each deliberate step, nipples already stiff in the cool air. Her skin glowed under the dim light, thighs glistening faintly. Gowtham followed right behind her, his cock thick and fully erect, veins pulsing, a predatory smile on his face.
“Why didn’t you come to the bedroom?” Sneha whispered, her voice husky, seductive.
She climbed onto the narrow bed, straddling Suresh’s thighs, her wet heat pressing against him through his clothes.
“I don’t like watching,” Suresh replied in the dream, his voice tight. “And I sure as hell don’t like being a cuck.”
Sneha’s expression shifted. She leaned down, her breasts brushing his chest, lips hovering near his ear. “But I need you there…” she breathed.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She glanced at it, and Gowtham did the same—secretive texts flashing across their screens. Her face crumpled. Tears welled up. “No… if this is hurting you, I’ll stop. Please don’t divorce me…” She begged desperately, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the master bedroom against his will.
Suresh realized it was a drama, she wanted him as cuck, want to watch them, looking at my rejection.. they quickly planned a way to drag him in.. In dreams he can see it very clear.. but he was already there inside the bedroom.
Inside, the massive cot was already shaking violently. Sneha was on all fours, moaning loudly as Gowtham slammed into her from behind, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. They didn’t stop even when Suresh was pulled onto the bed beside them. The mattress bounced with every brutal thrust. Sneha’s breasts swung wildly, sweat flying, her eyes half-lidded in ecstasy while she reached out and gripped Suresh’s hand. “Stay… watch me cum for him…” Gowtham grinned darkly, pounding harder, the wet sounds obscene and relentless.
Sneha no more wanted me. All she cared is Gowtham and his sex..
He was don with it, He woke up shouting only to release it was a dream...
He sat up, breathing fast, chest tight with a strange, lingering dread. Something felt… off.
The apartment was too quiet. He went to the hall, drank water with shaking hands.
Fifteen minutes had passed in real time. The dream had felt eternal.
No more drama, he decided. I’m done.
The dream gives him an idea of what would happen, if he tell her straight she would act stopping for a moment. But she would sneak behind his back. He believed so, he lost trust in her.
Anyway i'm going to divorce her..
If i tell her, she would do another drama, beg for forgiveness but nothing will be same again.
He decided he is going to keep her clueless of his state of mind, his decision.
He would share the house - the space for Ramya’s sake, but live separately. Carefree. Detached.
If anyone asked why he slept here, he’d say he is working over time.. a smooth lie that will be believable.
What if Sneha ask him to come inside the master bedroom and work?
He decided to fake a reason online client meet? new clients, new procedures..
He don't want them to see these, so he is staying at guest room
he prepared a smooth lie.
For few days, he would pretend having client meet after dinner, open his laptop, watch movies, then sleep there peacefully without any emotional damages.
Perfect he patted himself.
He took his laptop bag near his sofa and took it inside the guest bedroom.
Opening his laptop, he tested the webcam. His own tired face stared back—messy hair, visible grey strands in his beard and at the temples. He looked older. Defeated.
He set the laptop aside and stood in front of the mirror. His reflection was unflinching: a man who had slowly surrendered. The greying hair was proof he was losing his edge, his desirability.
Suresh looked himself dead in the eyes and said firmly, “Hey grey heroes… tomorrow you will be gone.” He winked at his reflection, forcing confidence. “Good night.”
He returned to bed, opened his laptop, and started a movie—calm on the surface, detached. He would share the house with Sneha for their daughter Ramya’s sake, but he was done. No more drama. No more nights of listening through the walls.
Yet that dream clung to him like a shadow. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something darker was unfolding just beyond the locked door. but he was not bothered, because Sneha is nothing to him any more.
15 Minutes before - Same time Inside the Master Bedroom
The moment the door clicked shut, Gowtham grabbed Sneha like a man starved. He crushed his mouth to hers in a hungry, bruising kiss that lasted nearly ten minutes—tongues battling, teeth nipping, hands roaming possessively.
Gowtham does a magic in her, the moment their lips locked, she forget the battle she had in the hall.. He pushed her backward onto the massive bed, climbing over her, his hard cock pressing insistently against her thigh through his clothes.
Sneha placed a hand on his chest. “Slow tonight,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. “I want to feel everything.”
He smirked, but obeyed… at first. He peeled her clothes off slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin—her neck, collarbone, the soft undersides of her heavy breasts.
Sneha’s breathing grew ragged, but her eyes kept darting to the closed door. The silence from the rest of the house felt unnerving. Why isn’t Suresh coming? Is he really okay with this?
Gowtham noticed her distraction. His grip tightened. In one swift motion, he flipped them so she was on top in cowgirl position. He pulled her down for a deep, devouring kiss while unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, then biting—rough enough to make her gasp and arch. Pleasure shot through her, but so did that nagging unease.
He yanked her panties aside, rubbing the thick head of his cock along her slick folds, teasing her clit until she was dripping. Sneha moaned, grinding against him involuntarily, but suddenly froze.
“Suresh still hasn’t come… I should check on him.”
She tried to climb off. Gowtham’s strong arms locked around her waist like iron bands. “He’s fine,” he growled against her breast, attacking her nipples again—licking, sucking, biting her weak spot until her resistance melted into desperate whimpers.
While she was lost in the sensation, he thrust upward, burying his thick cock deep inside her wet, clenching pussy in one powerful stroke.
Sneha cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. For the next forty minutes, the room filled with raw, filthy sounds—skin slapping skin, wet squelching, her uncontrollable moans. He fucked her in missionary, legs over his shoulders, pounding so deep she felt him in her stomach. Then he flipped her to spooning, one hand choking her throat lightly, the other rubbing her clit while he took her from behind with slow, grinding thrusts that built unbearable tension.
Every thrust carried a dark edge tonight. Gowtham’s whispers were possessive: “You’re mine when this door closes… he doesn’t get this version of you.” Sneha came hard, shuddering, but even in orgasm her mind flickered to the hallway. Is Suresh listening? Watching through a crack? Why does the silence feel so… threatening? is he enjoying? or He hates me now?
They climaxed together—Gowtham burying himself to the hilt, groaning as he filled her.
Panting, bodies slick with sweat, Sneha glanced at the clock.
Over an hour had passed.
Suresh still hadn’t come.
Her post-orgasm haze shattered into cold anxiety. This wasn’t normal. A dark thrill mixed with fear twisted in her belly—part guilt, part forbidden excitement, part genuine dread. What if something was wrong? something unease caught her even before they entered the room, but the sex blinds her eyes.
“No… this is unusual,” she whispered, voice hoarse.
She tried to climb off. Gowtham’s strong hand caught her wrist in a tight grip. “Shall we go for a second round, baby?” he winked, voice thick with lust, pulling her back down onto his throbbing cock.
Sneha’s eyes flashed with irritation. She forcefully removed his hand from her wrist. “Not now.”
Heart racing with worry and a strange, growing unease, she quickly wiped the sweat and cum from her thighs with a towel but stayed completely naked—breasts flushed deep red, nipples swollen and marked from his rough bites, her freshly fucked pussy still glistening and leaking his load down her inner thighs.
Barefoot and exposed, she rushed out of the room.
The cool hallway air kissed her overheated skin, raising goosebumps across her naked breasts, stomach, and ass. Her nipples tightened even more. Every soft pad of her feet on the floor sounded too loud in the unnatural silence.
She could not find him in hall?
Where does he gone?
Disappeared again like last time?.
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