29-04-2026, 02:29 PM
Chapter 83 - Cryptic Message
Sneha stepped into the dimly lit hallway, heart hammering against her ribs. The cool air wrapped around her naked body like invisible fingers. Her breasts, still flushed and heavy from Gowtham’s rough attention, swayed with every hurried step. Thick strands of his cum continued to leak slowly down her inner thighs.
Where is he? Did he disappear again like last time?
She checked the kitchen — empty. Then Ramya’s room — empty.
Panic rising, she moved toward the guest bedroom.
A thin line of blue light glowed from underneath.
She quietly opened the door.
There he was.
Suresh sat on the small single bed, laptop screen casting a cold glow across his face. He slowly looked up.
Sneha stood in the doorway — completely naked, skin still glowing, nipples swollen and red, pussy visibly used and leaking.
“Suresh… what are you doing here?” she asked softly, stepping closer. “Why didn’t you come to the bedroom?”
Suresh raised his hand sharply. “Stay there. Don’t come closer.”
“I just finished an online client meeting,” he said calmly. “They might call back anytime.”
“Online meeting?” Sneha frowned. “Since when does your company do late-night calls?”
“New client. New project. Marketing targets don’t wait. You never understood this part of my work.”
No i mean i have not seen you working online earlier like this? it is new to me!
Suresh: Then you will see more of it from now. Everything will be new.
At-least “You could have worked in our bedroom
Suresh’s voice turned cold. “While you and Gowtham fuck two feet away from me?
Do you want my clients to accidentally see my wife moaning like a slut? I need privacy. This room is better. Alone.”
Sneha swallowed hard. The explanation slowly sank in. He’s just working… I overthought everything.
“Okay… I’ll sleep in the master bedroom then. Come after you’re done?”
“Don’t bother me,” he replied flatly. “Next time, knock before entering. Now go.”
Sneha hesitated. “Shall I sleep here?”
“It’s a single bed. How will I work?”
She bit her lip. “You’re not angry with me, right?
Should I sleep with Gowtham then?”
Suresh looked straight into her eyes, his tone calm yet final.
“Sneha, I’ve taken a decision for myself. You have no space in my bedroom anymore. I mean this guest room.
The rest… you decide for yourself.”
He paused, then added:
“One more thing. You are a married woman, not a slut. Next time you come out, dress properly.
I don’t want anyone seeing you walking around naked. anyone i mean the clients i meet online.. i could work anywhere in the house except hat bedroom. if you come out nude, you would put me in embracement.”
Sneha’s legs trembled for the first time that night.
A cold shiver ran through her body. Without another word, she turned and left.
Back in the master bedroom, she quickly wore her panties, bra, and a thin satin nighty. Confusion clouded her mind.
Was he just stressed about work… or was he accusing me?
She made a hot drink, knocked on the guest room door, and kept it on the table.
“For you,” she said softly. Suresh noticed she had dressed.
Both bedroom doors locked with quiet clicks.
Sneha lay beside Gowtham, staring at the ceiling, mind racing. The nighty clung to her still-damp skin. Gowtham pulled her closer, sensing the shift in her energy. He didn’t push for more sex. Instead, he stayed unusually calm, watching her with calculating eyes. Something was off. He could smell it.
Gowtham realized something, Like Sneha said, everything was off for almost a week, the first thing he witnessed for Suresh coldness to him on Sunday, then his disappearance, then Sneha's strict yet half minded approach. He fears his control on them is slowly fading.. and he knows Suresh cannot be controlled again.. he was not tempted.. only positive thing for him is, Sneha is on his side. he just wanted to hold on it tightly, he hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek and assured he is here and together, lets figure out what's with Suresh. He assured he will support her at any cost and will do things that will fix things if needed.
In the guest room, Suresh finally closed his laptop, switched off the lights, and lay down on the narrow bed. A strange, icy peace settled over him. Seeing her naked and leaking another man’s cum had stirred nothing but disgust. No jealousy. No pain. Just… nothing.
He knew the nighty was only a temporary show. The moment she stepped back into that room, it would come off again. But it no longer mattered.
Chapter 84 - Empty Bed
Morning light filtered weakly through the curtains at 6:10 AM.
Sneha stirred awake with a soft gasp. Gowtham’s thick cock was still buried deep inside her, rock-hard even in his sleep. The memories of midnight came rushing back — his whispered consolations slowly turning into slow, deep thrusts, her nighty being torn off roughly as he fucked her again while she was lost in confusion and guilt.
Her body felt heavy, used, and exhausted.
She gently tried to slide off him, thinking she should bathe quickly and cook breakfast for Suresh. But before she could move further, Gowtham stirred and pulled her back lazily.
“Coffee, baby…” he mumbled, voice thick with tiredness. “I need one now. Last night drained me.”
Sneha was tired too — her thighs sticky, pussy sore from the second round — but she nodded. “Okay.”
She climbed out of bed and walked toward the door, completely naked.
Her breasts swayed, nipples still sensitive, and a fresh trickle of Gowtham’s cum ran down her inner thigh.
Two steps from the door, Suresh’s cold words from last night echoed sharply in her mind:
“You are a married woman, not a slut. Next time, dress properly. I don’t want anyone seeing you naked.”
She froze. A strange shame twisted in her chest. She quickly turned back, picked up her bra and panties, and slipped them on. When she reached for the torn satin nighty, she saw how badly Gowtham had ripped it in his hurry at midnight. She threw it aside and pulled on a fresh, modest nighty that covered her properly.
Only then did she step out.
In the kitchen, she prepared two cups of strong coffee. She expected Suresh to come out any moment — maybe from the guest room, maybe already in the hall. But the house was strangely silent.
After a few minutes, she carried one cup toward the guest bedroom. The door was slightly open.
“Suresh?” she called softly.
No answer.
She pushed the door wider. The bed was neatly made. Laptop gone. No sign of him.
Her heartbeat quickened.
She checked the attached bathroom — empty.
Then the hall, Ramya’s room, even the rooftop terrace. Nowhere.
He was gone.
For the second time.
Her hands started shaking so badly that hot coffee spilled over her fingers.
She rushed back to the sofa, placed the cups down, and dialed his number with trembling fingers.
It rang… and rang… then went to voicemail.
She tried again. Same result.
Tears flooded her eyes. She collapsed onto the sofa, clutching her phone tightly.
Suresh… please pick up.
“I knew it… I knew something was wrong the whole day yesterday,” she whispered brokenly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I should never have had sex with Gowtham. I should have stayed with him… talked to him. My pleasure… my selfishness… it’s pushing him away from me.”
Her chest tightened painfully. The guilt was crushing.
“He’s missing again. For unknown reasons. And it’s all because of me…” She cried curled up in sofa
Sneha stepped into the dimly lit hallway, heart hammering against her ribs. The cool air wrapped around her naked body like invisible fingers. Her breasts, still flushed and heavy from Gowtham’s rough attention, swayed with every hurried step. Thick strands of his cum continued to leak slowly down her inner thighs.
Where is he? Did he disappear again like last time?
She checked the kitchen — empty. Then Ramya’s room — empty.
Panic rising, she moved toward the guest bedroom.
A thin line of blue light glowed from underneath.
She quietly opened the door.
There he was.
Suresh sat on the small single bed, laptop screen casting a cold glow across his face. He slowly looked up.
Sneha stood in the doorway — completely naked, skin still glowing, nipples swollen and red, pussy visibly used and leaking.
“Suresh… what are you doing here?” she asked softly, stepping closer. “Why didn’t you come to the bedroom?”
Suresh raised his hand sharply. “Stay there. Don’t come closer.”
“I just finished an online client meeting,” he said calmly. “They might call back anytime.”
“Online meeting?” Sneha frowned. “Since when does your company do late-night calls?”
“New client. New project. Marketing targets don’t wait. You never understood this part of my work.”
No i mean i have not seen you working online earlier like this? it is new to me!
Suresh: Then you will see more of it from now. Everything will be new.
At-least “You could have worked in our bedroom
Suresh’s voice turned cold. “While you and Gowtham fuck two feet away from me?
Do you want my clients to accidentally see my wife moaning like a slut? I need privacy. This room is better. Alone.”
Sneha swallowed hard. The explanation slowly sank in. He’s just working… I overthought everything.
“Okay… I’ll sleep in the master bedroom then. Come after you’re done?”
“Don’t bother me,” he replied flatly. “Next time, knock before entering. Now go.”
Sneha hesitated. “Shall I sleep here?”
“It’s a single bed. How will I work?”
She bit her lip. “You’re not angry with me, right?
Should I sleep with Gowtham then?”
Suresh looked straight into her eyes, his tone calm yet final.
“Sneha, I’ve taken a decision for myself. You have no space in my bedroom anymore. I mean this guest room.
The rest… you decide for yourself.”
He paused, then added:
“One more thing. You are a married woman, not a slut. Next time you come out, dress properly.
I don’t want anyone seeing you walking around naked. anyone i mean the clients i meet online.. i could work anywhere in the house except hat bedroom. if you come out nude, you would put me in embracement.”
Sneha’s legs trembled for the first time that night.
A cold shiver ran through her body. Without another word, she turned and left.
Back in the master bedroom, she quickly wore her panties, bra, and a thin satin nighty. Confusion clouded her mind.
Was he just stressed about work… or was he accusing me?
She made a hot drink, knocked on the guest room door, and kept it on the table.
“For you,” she said softly. Suresh noticed she had dressed.
Both bedroom doors locked with quiet clicks.
Sneha lay beside Gowtham, staring at the ceiling, mind racing. The nighty clung to her still-damp skin. Gowtham pulled her closer, sensing the shift in her energy. He didn’t push for more sex. Instead, he stayed unusually calm, watching her with calculating eyes. Something was off. He could smell it.
Gowtham realized something, Like Sneha said, everything was off for almost a week, the first thing he witnessed for Suresh coldness to him on Sunday, then his disappearance, then Sneha's strict yet half minded approach. He fears his control on them is slowly fading.. and he knows Suresh cannot be controlled again.. he was not tempted.. only positive thing for him is, Sneha is on his side. he just wanted to hold on it tightly, he hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek and assured he is here and together, lets figure out what's with Suresh. He assured he will support her at any cost and will do things that will fix things if needed.
In the guest room, Suresh finally closed his laptop, switched off the lights, and lay down on the narrow bed. A strange, icy peace settled over him. Seeing her naked and leaking another man’s cum had stirred nothing but disgust. No jealousy. No pain. Just… nothing.
He knew the nighty was only a temporary show. The moment she stepped back into that room, it would come off again. But it no longer mattered.
Chapter 84 - Empty Bed
Morning light filtered weakly through the curtains at 6:10 AM.
Sneha stirred awake with a soft gasp. Gowtham’s thick cock was still buried deep inside her, rock-hard even in his sleep. The memories of midnight came rushing back — his whispered consolations slowly turning into slow, deep thrusts, her nighty being torn off roughly as he fucked her again while she was lost in confusion and guilt.
Her body felt heavy, used, and exhausted.
She gently tried to slide off him, thinking she should bathe quickly and cook breakfast for Suresh. But before she could move further, Gowtham stirred and pulled her back lazily.
“Coffee, baby…” he mumbled, voice thick with tiredness. “I need one now. Last night drained me.”
Sneha was tired too — her thighs sticky, pussy sore from the second round — but she nodded. “Okay.”
She climbed out of bed and walked toward the door, completely naked.
Her breasts swayed, nipples still sensitive, and a fresh trickle of Gowtham’s cum ran down her inner thigh.
Two steps from the door, Suresh’s cold words from last night echoed sharply in her mind:
“You are a married woman, not a slut. Next time, dress properly. I don’t want anyone seeing you naked.”
She froze. A strange shame twisted in her chest. She quickly turned back, picked up her bra and panties, and slipped them on. When she reached for the torn satin nighty, she saw how badly Gowtham had ripped it in his hurry at midnight. She threw it aside and pulled on a fresh, modest nighty that covered her properly.
Only then did she step out.
In the kitchen, she prepared two cups of strong coffee. She expected Suresh to come out any moment — maybe from the guest room, maybe already in the hall. But the house was strangely silent.
After a few minutes, she carried one cup toward the guest bedroom. The door was slightly open.
“Suresh?” she called softly.
No answer.
She pushed the door wider. The bed was neatly made. Laptop gone. No sign of him.
Her heartbeat quickened.
She checked the attached bathroom — empty.
Then the hall, Ramya’s room, even the rooftop terrace. Nowhere.
He was gone.
For the second time.
Her hands started shaking so badly that hot coffee spilled over her fingers.
She rushed back to the sofa, placed the cups down, and dialed his number with trembling fingers.
It rang… and rang… then went to voicemail.
She tried again. Same result.
Tears flooded her eyes. She collapsed onto the sofa, clutching her phone tightly.
Suresh… please pick up.
“I knew it… I knew something was wrong the whole day yesterday,” she whispered brokenly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I should never have had sex with Gowtham. I should have stayed with him… talked to him. My pleasure… my selfishness… it’s pushing him away from me.”
Her chest tightened painfully. The guilt was crushing.
“He’s missing again. For unknown reasons. And it’s all because of me…” She cried curled up in sofa
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