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

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Chapter 99 - Midnight Indulgence  


Gowtham sat on the edge of the king-sized bed in the master bedroom, legs spread wide, shirtless, his powerful chest rising and falling with barely restrained hunger. The dim lamp cast seductive shadows across his muscles and the massive, throbbing bulge in his pants. He had been waiting for her.

Sneha stepped inside after finishing the kitchen work, still wearing the special sexy saree she had chosen earlier that evening — a deep maroon silk that clung to every curve of her voluptuous body. The blouse was deliberately low-cut, tight, and revealing, pushing her heavy breasts up and together, creating a deep, tempting cleavage with just a hint of her dark areolas peeking at the edges. She had worn it hoping Suresh would finally notice her, touch her, want her. But he had barely glanced at her before muttering about work and shutting his door. She wanted to treat Suresh special, but he rejected her, she was not disappointed, but she went to Gowtham.

Now, that same saree was going to be ruined by Gowtham.

The moment she closed the bedroom door, Gowtham’s dark, authoritative eyes raked over her body slowly, drinking in the sexy saree and the slutty little blouse she had worn for another man.

“Come here,” he commanded, voice low and rough. She instantly realised the game, she wanted it, the dominance. The hardness Gowtham gives.

Sneha’s heart raced wildly as she walked toward him, the silky maroon saree whispering against her thighs with every step. Her heavy breasts strained against the tight, low-cut blouse she had worn for Suresh, the deep neckline offering a sinful view of her cleavage.

Before she could even speak, Gowtham’s large hand shot out and grabbed her wrist in a powerful grip. He yanked her forward roughly, pulling her between his spread thighs until her body was pressed flush against him.

“You dressed like a sexy little whore for him,” he growled, his voice thick with dark, possessive jealousy. His eyes burned as they dropped to her chest. “This tight, low-cut blouse… these deep necklines practically begging to show off my tits. And that bastard didn’t even look at you, did he? What a fucking waste.”

His hands roamed over her body possessively — sliding up her waist, cupping and squeezing her heavy breasts through the thin fabric, thumbs deliberately brushing over her already hardened nipples.
Sneha’s breath hitched. She quickly placed a trembling finger on his lips, trying to silence him.

“Watch your words,” she whispered, voice soft but firm. “He is my husband… You are just my friend.”

The moment the words left her mouth, something dangerous flashed in Gowtham’s eyes. The shame and frustration from that morning surged through him like fire. He was done with her little games, done with her trying to put him in a box. He wanted to remind her exactly who was in control tonight.

He was no longer in the mood for nonsense.

Without warning, Gowtham surged to his feet, towering over her. In one brutal motion, he slammed her back against the bedroom door with enough force to make her gasp. His mouth crashed down on hers in a savage, dominating kiss — his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, claiming her completely, tasting every inch of her. One strong hand fisted tightly in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck, while his other hand roughly squeezed and kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples hard through the blouse.

He pulled back just enough to stare into her eyes, his gaze feral.

Then, with deliberate, almost cruel slowness, he hooked two fingers into the edge of her pallu. He didn’t pull it away gently. He ripped it off her shoulder in one violent tug. The silky maroon fabric tore slightly as it slid down her body in a sensual cascade, pooling uselessly around her feet and fully exposing the scandalously low-cut blouse that was barely containing her massive, heaving breasts.

Gowtham’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. He grabbed the front of the tight blouse with both hands and tore it open violently. The buttons flew across the room like tiny bullets, scattering on the floor. Her heavy, round breasts spilled out freely into the cool air, bouncing heavily with the sudden movement. Her dark, swollen nipples were already painfully erect, begging for his mouth.

“Fuck… look at these big, juicy tits,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. He immediately buried his face between them, inhaling her scent before latching onto one stiff nipple. He sucked it hard, tongue flicking rapidly, then bit down possessively, making her cry out sharply. His hands mauled the soft, overflowing flesh roughly, squeezing, kneading, and slapping them lightly so they jiggled for him.



“You wore this tiny, slutty blouse for him…” he snarled against her wet skin, teeth grazing her nipple again, “and now I get to destroy it. I get to destroy you.”

Sneha’s head fell back against the door with a moan. A fresh gush of wetness flooded her pussy. For once, she didn’t want to fight. She didn’t want to be in control. She loved how Gowtham was taking over completely — his raw dominance, his rage, his possessiveness. She decided right then to submit herself fully to him tonight.

Her hands gripped his hair tightly as she arched her chest into his hungry mouth, offering her breasts to him completely. Her thighs pressed together, trying to ease the throbbing ache between them, but it was useless. Her swollen pussy was dripping, soaking her inner thighs.

Gowtham didn’t stop. With one final rough yank, he shoved the rest of her saree and petticoat down her wide hips. The fabrics pooled at her ankles. In seconds, Sneha stood completely naked before him — her curvy, flushed body fully exposed. Her massive breasts heaved with every breath, nipples glistening with his saliva. Her smooth, swollen pussy lips were visibly wet, her clit peeking out, thighs trembling with desperate need.

She was his to ruin.

Gowtham lifted her effortlessly, her thick legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the bed. He threw her down and stood over her for a moment, admiring the sight of her naked, aroused body — the same body she had dressed so sexily for her husband, now completely his to ruin.



“I’m going to fuck you harder than he ever could,” he snarled, shoving his pants down. His thick, veined cock sprang free, rock-hard and leaking.

He climbed on top of her, spread her legs wide, and slammed balls-deep into her soaked pussy in one dominant thrust.


Sneha screamed in pleasure as Gowtham took her hard and fast in missionary. He pinned her wrists high above her head with one powerful hand, completely immobilizing her. His muscular hips slammed forward relentlessly, driving his thick, veined cock balls-deep into her soaked pussy with every brutal stroke. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as her heavy breasts bounced wildly in rhythm with his pounding.

 Her dark nipples were swollen and glistening. Gowtham kept his mouth latched onto them the entire time — sucking hard, biting possessively, tugging them with his teeth until she cried out. Each deep thrust made her juices squirt out around his cock, coating his balls and dripping down to soak the sheets. “You’re mine,” he growled against her breast, “say it.” Sneha could only moan brokenly, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being completely dominated.


At 12:40 AM, Gowtham flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing. He yanked her hips up high, forcing her into a deep, arched doggy-style position — ass up, face pressed into the pillow, back curved like a bitch in heat. He spread her plump ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing her dripping pussy and tight little hole, then slammed back inside her in one savage thrust. The new angle let him reach even deeper, his thick cock bullying her cervix with every powerful stroke. 

Her heavy breasts swung heavily beneath her, nipples brushing the sheets. Gowtham’s hips slapped loudly against her juicy ass, the sound echoing obscenely. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles while pounding her mercilessly. Sneha’s moans turned into loud, broken cries as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching and gushing around his cock.



At exactly 1:00 AM, Sneha was panting and trembling, her voice hoarse. She tried to push back weakly against his chest.

“Gowtham… stop… please,” she gasped between moans. “It’s already 1 AM… I need to go and join my husband in the morning…” We should stop and go for sleep after this. 

Gowtham’s eyes flashed with dark amusement and raw possessiveness. He didn’t slow down even for a second. Instead, he gripped her hips harder and slammed into her even deeper, making her cry out.


“Today it’s my turn,” he growled, voice low and commanding. “Last night you played everything according to your rules. Today you will agree to my terms.” He leaned down, biting her shoulder possessively as he continued pounding her soaked cunt. “I’m not leaving you tonight. You’re staying right here with me.”

Inside, Gowtham smirked with wicked satisfaction. I won’t let you join him in the morning, he thought, thrusting harder, determined to exhaust her completely so she wouldn’t have the strength to leave his bed.


At 1:10 AM, still refusing to let her go, Gowtham lay on his back and dragged her exhausted body on top of him. “Ride me,” he ordered. Sneha, breathless and trembling, straddled his hips. She slowly lowered herself onto his massive, glistening cock, moaning loudly as it stretched her swollen pussy wide open again. Once fully seated, she began bouncing — her heavy breasts jiggling and slapping together hypnotically with every drop.

Her wet hair clung to her flushed skin. Gowtham gripped her wide hips tightly, fingers digging into her soft flesh, guiding her movements faster and harder. He occasionally slapped her ass, the sharp sound mixing with her moans. He sat up suddenly, sucking and biting her bouncing nipples while she rode him desperately, her juices running down his shaft and balls. Sneha’s head fell back in ecstasy, completely lost in the feeling of being used by him.

At 1:35 AM, Gowtham rolled her onto her side. He spooned her from behind, pressing his hard, sweaty body flush against her back. He lifted her top leg high, exposing her dripping pussy, and slid back inside her in one smooth, deep thrust. This position allowed slow, grinding strokes that dragged his thick cock perfectly against her sensitive walls. 

One of his strong hands wrapped around her throat, squeezing lightly, possessively, while the other reached down to rub her clit in lazy, teasing circles. He kissed and bit the back of her neck, whispering filthy words into her ear. “Feel how deep I am inside you? You’re not going anywhere.” Sneha whimpered helplessly, her body trembling with yet another orgasm as his cock throbbed inside her, owning her completely in the most intimate way.


Finally, at 1:50 AM, Gowtham flipped her onto her back once more. He hooked her shaky legs over his broad shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove into her with raw, animalistic force. This final missionary was the most intense — deep, punishing, relentless strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce violently. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her glistening skin. Sneha’s eyes rolled back, her voice hoarse from screaming, her pussy red, swollen, and twitching around his thick cock.

Gowtham fucked her like he wanted to break her, his hips slamming forward mercilessly. “Cum with me,” he growled. Their bodies tensed together violently. Sneha screamed his name as her final, most powerful orgasm crashed through her — her pussy spasming wildly, gushing around his cock. At the exact same moment, Gowtham buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural roar and exploded inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb in powerful, endless spurts. They came together violently, bodies shaking and locked in ecstasy, her walls milking every drop from him as he filled her completely.

By 2:05 AM, Gowtham collapsed beside her with a satisfied groan. Within minutes, he was fast asleep, breathing deep and heavy, completely spent after the long, brutal sex marathon.

Sneha lay there for a few moments longer, her body limp and trembling, thighs sticky with his cum. Thick white seed slowly leaked from her swollen, well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. She quietly moved away from Gowtham’s sleeping form, her legs shaky as she stood up.

She picked up a soft, short black nighty from the cupboard and headed to the attached bathroom. She took a long, hot shower, letting the steaming water wash over her marked body — rinsing away the sweat, saliva, and strong scent of sex, though the redness and bite marks on her breasts, neck, and thighs remained clearly visible. Her hair became wet and heavy. More of Gowtham’s cum continued to drip out of her as the water ran down between her legs.


After drying herself lightly, she slipped into the thin black nighty that barely reached mid-thigh and clung to her still-damp skin.
Quietly, Sneha left Gowtham’s room and walked to Suresh’s smaller bedroom. Just like last weekend when Ramya was around, she didn’t say a word. She gently climbed onto the bed, carefully straddled Suresh’s sleeping body, and lay down on his chest. Her face rested softly against his warm chest, her wet hair spreading across his shoulder and neck, one of her legs dbangd over his.

Suresh stirred mildly from the sudden movement and added weight on the small bed. He woke up just enough to feel her damp hair and the cool wetness of her freshly showered body pressed against him. He realized instantly, she had taken a bath in the middle of the night. He could smell the faint soap on her skin.

Without speaking, Suresh slowly wrapped one arm around her, pulling her tighter against his chest. His other hand rested on her back, holding her possessively.

Neither of them said anything. They didn’t need to. Each of them pretended in their own way, They simply lay there in silence, breathing softly, holding each other close… and slowly drifted back to sleep.