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

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 85 - The lie and the Trap

Sneha lay curled on the sofa like a broken doll, knees drawn to her chest, her silk nighty riding up her smooth thighs. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, tears tracing glistening paths down her flushed cheeks. The house felt too quiet, too empty, the front door still ajar from Suresh’s unexplained disappearance. Every breath she took hitched in her throat, a raw, aching sound that echoed off the walls.

From the bedroom doorway, Gowtham watched her. His cock was already rock-hard, throbbing angrily against his bare stomach, veins pulsing like live wires under the taut skin. Pre-cum beaded at the swollen tip, catching the dim light in a slick, obscene shine. He didn’t care about her tears right now. He badly wanted a quick morning sex with Sneha.

All he saw was the curve of her full breasts straining against the thin fabric, the way her plump lips trembled, parted just enough to make his balls tighten with need.  Fuck her mouth, the thought roared through him, primal and urgent. He stroked himself once, twice, his fist gliding over the hot, veined length, and stepped out.

He crossed the room in three long strides, silent as a predator. Instead of asking why she was crying, he simply grabbed her shoulder—firm, possessive, fingers digging into the soft flesh. 

Sneha’s head snapped up, eyes wide and red-rimmed, mascara streaking like dark rivers down her face.


“Suresh… he’s gone again,” she choked out, voice cracking. “He’s missing. I can’t find him anywhere”

Gowtham’s jaw tightened.

The words hit like cold water, but his dick didn’t soften. Not even a little. 

Oh No Not now, you bitch, I want to fuck you and you are worrying on him.. he thought, cursing her silently even as his hand stayed on her shoulder.

He suddenly remembers.. She’d already thrown that accusation at him once—You only care about sex, Gowtham. 
That’s all you ever want. He couldn’t be the villain here. Not now. But his urges he couldn't control it

He sank onto the sofa beside her, naked, his thick erection jutting upward like a weapon, heavy and unapologetic. The open door let in a cool breeze that teased across his bare skin, making his cock twitch visibly. But the moment realize the door is open & Anyone could walk in. The thrill of it sent a dark surge of heat straight to his groin. He pulled her against him, guiding her head to rest on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around her trembling form. “Shh, baby. I’ve got you.”

He decided to put an act .. His free hand fished out his phone, dialing Suresh’s number. 
It rang into silence. 
Again. And again.

Sneha poured out her fears in a broken whisper—how Suresh had been distant, unreadable, how she worried he was pulling away, how his actions felt like rejection after him watching them fuck so openly. Did we do anything wrong Gowtham. Isn't not that always Suresh wanted? it is what you said right. He himself admitted once he wanted it.. 

Gowtham murmured reassurances, his voice low and steady, even as his mind burned with filthy impatience. You’re overthinking, sweetheart. He’s just a chill guy. His erection pressed hot and insistent against her hip, the head leaving a wet smear on her nighty. The contrast thrilled him to the core: her crying for her missing husband while his cock ached to stretch her throat.

In his head, the curses flowed freely. You stupid, crying bitch. I want to fuck that pretty mouth raw right now, and you’re whimpering over that cuckold husband of yours.

Gowtham couldn't control his urge.. she looked so hot and vulnerable.. he was tempted to fuck her.. How will i stop her sobbing..

Then the idea struck—sharp, perfect, wicked.


“Hey… sorry, I forgot to tell you,” he said suddenly, voice casual as if it had just occurred to him. “Suresh did message. You were sleeping so deep. He said there was an emergency at the office. He didn’t want to wake you. Just slipped out quietly.”
Sneha lifted her tear-streaked face, blinking up at him. “What? He… he told you that?”

“Yeah,” Gowtham lied smoothly, his hand stroking her hair. “I was half-awake. 
He opened the door, whispered it, and left. See? You’re worrying for nothing.”

She searched his eyes, doubt flickering, but the tears slowed. He pulled her closer, pressing her cheek tight against his chest, her breath warm on his skin. Her body softened a fraction, a deep sigh escaping her lips. “But… something feels wrong. Strange. Maybe he didn’t like us… doing it. He watched us, Gowtham. I saw him masturbating while you were inside me. But then he was so cold afterward. It hurts.”

Gowtham’s cock jerked at the memory, leaking more pre-cum. “It’s all in your head, baby. He’s just busy—new clients, new projects. He’s adapting. If he had a real problem, he would’ve said something. Fought me. Fought you. He didn’t.” His voice dropped, husky. “Come here. Lie on my lap for a bit. Just relax.”

He guided her down, her head settling on his thigh, dangerously close to his throbbing erection. The thick shaft bobbed inches from her cheek, the musky scent of him filling her senses. Gowtham’s hand caressed her hair, then trailed lower—over her shoulder, down the swell of her breast. He circled her nipple through the silk, slow and deliberate, feeling it pebble under his touch. “All is good. You’re just confusing yourself.”

His hands pressed her breast once, like a possession. 

Sneha’s breath hitched, a mix of lingering sorrow and the slow stir of arousal. 
“Gowtham… I know what you want right now.
I’m sorry. 
I just… need a little breathing space.”

Gowtham smirked,  bitch realised what i wanted, she is my smart bitch he said in his head.

Gowtham then continued
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, voice velvet and command. 
“Everything will be alright.”


She obeyed, lashes fluttering shut, trying to find calm in the darkness. Gowtham’s hand grew bolder. He tugged the strap of her nighty lower, exposing one full, heavy breast to the cool air. The nipple stood dark and stiff, begging. 

Sneha opened his eyes.

Gowtham told, close your eyes baby, i'm just calming you down.. everything is all right..my touches will make you forego the worry and pain..im changing your mood baby..

He fondled it openly now—kneading the soft flesh, pinching the peak until she let out a soft, involuntary whimper. Her body betrayed her, relaxing into his touch even as her mind still churned.

That's when he heard it - a beep sound in the floor below them..
Their lift make noises.. and he had practiced to know the sounds. 
and what he hear now was the distinct beep of the lift arriving at their floor.

It must be Suresh... 

The door is open.
He will come in few minutes..
This gave give an excitement and dark thrill 


“Baby, you need a mood shift,” he murmured hotly against her ear, his cock now brushing her temple, leaving a sticky trail. He shifted his hips, lowering himself so her head rested against his lower stomach. His fingers tilted her chin upward. In one smooth motion, the swollen head of his cock pressed against her lips—hot, velvet-smooth, insistent.

Sneha’s eyes flew open in surprise, but he was already there, thumb gently parting her mouth. “Let me in,” he breathed. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed forward. The thick crown slipped past her lips, stretching them wide, filling her mouth with his throbbing heat. She tasted the salty pre-cum, felt the heavy vein pulsing against her tongue.

“That’s it,” he groaned, eyes half-lidded with dark pleasure. “He likes this. He likes watching us. I told you.” His hips rocked gently at first, then faster, pumping deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. Her lips glistened, stretched obscenely around his girth. Saliva dripped down her chin as he held her head in place, fucking her face with slow, deliberate strokes.

The lift beeped faintly from the hallway outside—the open door letting the sound drift in like a warning. Gowtham’s lips curled into a dark, triumphant smile. Perfect timing.

“Baby, I’m gifting this to cool you down,” he rasped, pushing another inch deeper.
It was the moment Sneha lost her control too.. she responded.. her mouth started to service him...

Then footsteps. The door creaked wider.

Suresh stepped in.

He froze for a second, eyes locking onto the scene: his wife’s head in Gowtham’s lap, lips wrapped tight around the other man’s cock, Gowtham’s hand fisted in her hair, hips still moving in shallow thrusts. He had froze not in heartbreak but in disgust.. 


Sneha jerked back in shock, looking at Suresh arrived at the doorstep, but Gowtham’s grip held firm for one wicked second longer,
letting her pull off with a wet, obscene pop. 

Strings of saliva connected her lips to his glistening shaft.

She scrambled upright, wiping her mouth frantically, yanking her nighty back over her exposed breast.
“It’s not what you think! 
I was crying—I was looking for you— and and”

Suresh’s laughter cut through the tension like a blade—low, amused, almost cruel. 
“Searching for me in his dick? 
That’s a new one.” 

He shook his head, stepping fully inside and closing the door behind him with a soft click.

 “Calm down. You two… continue whatever you were doing but it has to be in that bedroom. Not here, I remember telling you that, right?”



Sneha’s voice trembled. “I’m truly sorry. 
I didn’t mean— I was shocked, not seeing you, searching for you. 
You didn’t pick up the calls…”


That’s when she really looked at him.

Suresh looked… different. Sharper. His once mixed black-and-grey hair was now a deep, glossy jet black, styled in a crisp, modern cut that sharpened his jawline and made his eyes look darker, hungrier. He carried himself with a new confidence, shoulders straighter, the faint lines of age smoothed by the fresh trim. 

He looked years younger. Dangerous. Hotter.

He glanced at his watch. “I’ve got a meeting at the office soon. Need to head out again.” 

Im Sorry i think i need to speak with you in open.
Suresh waved his hand in NO!

A smirk played on his lips. “By the way, I don’t care about any of this anymore.
I’ve got far more important things on my mind.” 


He smiled again,  
“As for me ‘missing’? im not a child to miss like that randomly. 
Im a grown up and i perfectly know what iam doing.

and for not answering your calls
I was getting a haircut,  You both called while I was in the chair.

Why the hell would I just vanish like some child?”

Gowtham’s hand was still loosely wrapped around his aching cock, the disappointment clear on his face as Sneha had pulled away.
His erection hadn’t flagged—still rigid, angry, slick with her spit.

Suresh’s eyes flicked to it, then to Sneha, then back.
 “Carry on,” he said casually, as if commenting on the weather. 

He turned and disappeared into the guest room, the door clicking shut behind him.


Gowtham, still rock-hard and frustrated, tried to calm her down..

“Baby, calm down. He’s fine. See? Nothing’s wrong.”

Sneha pushed his hand away. 
Her eyes were sharp now. 

She turned to him and signaled him with a tilt of her head toward the master bedroom.

Gowtham Smirked, this bitch needs me even now.

They moved inside. Sneha sat on the edge of the bed.

Gowtham followed, standing in front of her with his throbbing erection inches from her face, a smug smirk playing on his lips.
Once a bitch, always a bitch, he thought proudly.

Sneha suddenly grabbed his ass with both hands and yanked him closer, pulling his hips forward.
Gowtham’s eyes lit up with triumph.
oh she is ready to suck my cock, my bitch loves my cock so much

But the moment his cock neared her mouth, 
Sneha’s hand shot up and wrapped tightly around his shaft — squeezing hard.
Gowtham groaned, half in pleasure, half in pain. “Ahh— fuck, baby…”

Use your mouth baby.. But Gowtham could not see the spark in her eyes.. it was something else. 

She squeezed even tighter, her grip almost punishing. 
Her eyes locked onto his with cold intensity.

“Why did you lie to me?” she demanded, voice low and dangerous. 
“You told me Suresh went for an office emergency… 
but he just said he went for a haircut.”

The pleasure vanished instantly. He was caught.
Gowtham’s smug face twisted in shock.

Sneha’s grip tightened even more, almost painful enough to make his vision blur. 
Her fingers threatened to crush the very cock she had been sucking moments ago.

“Tell me the truth, Gowtham,” she whispered dangerously, twisting her hand slowly.
“Or I’ll make sure this dick never works again.”

The intensity in her eyes sent a chill down his spine — even as his cock throbbed helplessly in her merciless grip.