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

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Chapter 95 - Make-Up Pleasure


Sneha had been thinking about it all day. The guilt from the previous night still lingered. She had stopped Gowtham from touching her for days — especially after that morning when he had tried to push his cock deep into her throat while Suresh walked in. She had felt small, exposed, and ashamed in that moment. In her anger and confusion, she had punished him, setting strict rules and pushing him away.
But now she understood. Gowtham hadn’t done anything wrong. He had only tried to calm her down in the only way he knew. And she had hurt him.

Tonight, she decided to treat him. To give him the best.
During Dinner. 


The moment her toe touched gowtham was shocked, he coughed and almost choked on food. Bitch this is unexpected… I was just planning to lure you into bed, you are volunteering.. Okay if you want to take the lead then let me play hard to get.. 


He quickly got up and said.. He had finished and went to the master bedroom. Sneha laughed, idiot putting up an act.. smart.. Wait da badava im coming for you..


The night was quiet, almost too quiet.
She waited until Suresh had locked himself in the guest room. Then she walked into the master bedroom where Gowtham was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone, pretending to be uninterested. But she knows he was expecting her..

Sneha closed the door softly behind her and locked it.

Gowtham didn’t even look up.


She stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, then slowly climbed onto it, crawling toward him on all fours like a cat. Her light nighty rode up her thighs, showing the smooth skin beneath.


Gowtham finally glanced at her but kept his face neutral. “What do you want?”

“Won’t you know what I want?” Sneha asked, her voice soft but teasing.

Gowtham looked at her, pretending ignorance. “I don’t know.”

Sneha tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “I want answers.”



Gowtham was slightly shocked. “What is that now? Did I carelessly leave any loopholes?”

“What?”



Sneha continued, her eyes locked on his. 

“Why do you neglect me for days? I hoped you would make a move… especially the day when you noticed me and Suresh were back on terms.”



Gowtham’s jaw tightened. “I won’t… why should I? You thought me so low…”

Sneha laughed inside. He is still playing hard… how cute.



She didn’t answer with words. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, pushing him gently but firmly onto his back. Gowtham resisted for a second, pretending indifference, but she was determined.



She straddled his waist, her nighty slipping further off one shoulder, fully exposing the soft, full curve of her breast. Gowtham’s breathing changed instantly. His eyes darkened with desire, but he still tried to act cool. “Sneha… I thought you had rules.”



“Shhh…” she whispered, her voice low and husky, full of promise. 

“Tonight, there are no rules.”



She winked at him playfully.
Gowtham swallowed hard. “I’m not interested…”


Sneha’s fingers traced slowly down his stomach, teasing every ridge of muscle, until they reached the waistband of his boxers. She could already feel how hard he was beneath the fabric.

She grabbed his cock over the boxer and gave it a firm, slow squeeze. “Your dick says something else… and you say you’re not interested?” She pressed it again, feeling it throb under her palm.

Gowtham felt like he was in a dream. A woman taking the initiative like this — bold, hungry, unapologetic — left him completely overpowered. His usual control was slipping fast.



Sneha leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “I know I hurt you,” 
she whispered. “Today, let me give you pleasure you’ll never forget.”


She kissed his neck, then moved lower, trailing soft, wet kisses down his chest and stomach. When she reached his boxers, she slowly pulled them down, freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang up, already leaking precum at the tip.

Sneha licked his dick slowly, dragging her warm, wet tongue from the base all the way up to the swollen head. “I know how it must have hurt when I held your penis like that to find the truth…” she whispered, her voice husky and full of regret.


She wrapped her soft fingers around the thick base and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke, squeezing just enough to make him throb in her hand. “The same dick… I will give my utmost attention with love.”


Gowtham groaned despite himself, his hips jerking slightly. His hand moved instinctively to her hair, fingers threading through the strands, not forcing her yet, but clearly fighting the urge to.

Sneha looked up at him with sultry, half-lidded eyes, her lips glistening. “You like that?”

Without waiting for an answer, she opened her mouth and took the head inside. She sucked gently at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, tasting every drop. Then she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his thickness as she bobbed her head slowly, taking more of him with each downward stroke.


The wet, obscene sounds filled the room — soft slurping, her tongue working eagerly, the occasional quiet gag as she pushed herself further. Saliva dripped down his shaft, making everything slick and messy.

Gowtham’s breathing grew heavier. “Fuck… Sneha…”

She moaned around his cock, the vibration sending pleasure shooting through him. She was completely focused on him now — sucking harder, taking him deeper, her hand stroking the part she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her eyes never left his face, watching every reaction, every twitch of pleasure she drew from him.


She pulled off for a moment, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. “You tried to fuck my throat that morning… remember?” she whispered, voice hoarse with lust. “I stopped you then. Tonight, I won’t.”


Before he could respond, she took him deep again — relaxing her throat and pushing forward until her nose pressed against his pelvis. She held him there, eyes watering slightly, then pulled back slowly, gasping for air, before diving down once more.

She sucked him with pure hunger now — long, sloppy strokes, occasional deep-throating, teasing the underside with her tongue. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t take, while her other hand gently massaged his balls.

Gowtham’s control was slipping fast. His fingers tightened in her hair as he groaned, “Fuck… you’re so good at this…”

He started fucking her mouth deeper, faster, his hips thrusting upward with raw need. Sneha took it eagerly, relaxing her throat, letting him use her. The wet, filthy sounds of her gagging and slurping filled the room as saliva dripped down her chin and onto his balls. Her eyes watered, but she never pulled away, moaning around his thick cock, the vibrations driving him wild.

His thighs started trembling. His breathing turned ragged. With a low, guttural groan that vibrated through his entire body, he came hard down her throat. Thick, hot spurts flooded her mouth as he held her head firmly in place, pulsing again and again, emptying himself completely.



Sneha swallowed every drop, her throat working around him, milking him until he had nothing left. Only then did she slowly pull off, gasping for air. A thin string of saliva and cum connected her swollen lips to the tip of his cock before breaking. She licked her lips clean, savoring the taste of him, and looked up at him with a satisfied, slightly shy smile.


Gowtham was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, staring down at her in pure disbelief and raw, hungry lust. His hand was still tangled in her hair, gently stroking now, almost tenderly.

Sneha crawled up his body like a satisfied cat, her nighty completely disheveled, breasts brushing against his chest. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips, letting him taste himself on her tongue.

“I’m sorry for punishing you,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice husky and sincere. “This is my way of saying I trust you again.”
Gowtham pulled her close with a low growl, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. His hand slid down possessively to squeeze her full, round ass, pulling her tighter against his still-hard cock.

“The night is far from over,” he murmured, voice thick with renewed desire, already thinking about all the ways he wanted to repay her.