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

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 121 - The Trick and the Gift


Gowtham froze the moment they stepped into the master bedroom.
Suresh was already there — sitting calmly on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, watching them with that cold, unreadable expression.

Gowtham’s voice came out hoarse. “You usually sleep in the guest room, right?”
Sneha answered smoothly, “His meetings are over, so he’s back in his room tonight.”
The word “his room” sent a flicker of alarm through Gowtham, but before he could process it, Sneha turned to him, cupped his face, and kissed him deeply on the lips — a slow, deliberate kiss meant to silence his doubts. When she pulled back, Gowtham was smiling again, the brief unease forgotten.

“Oh… Suresh is here,” he said with a cocky grin. “Well, bro… then you’re going to have a feast tonight. It’s been long since you saw us. You must be missing it… right?”
Sneha turned to Suresh and gave him a quick, secret wink — a silent message: Trust me. Hold on to it.

Suresh sat there, visibly uncomfortable, jaw tight, but he didn’t move or speak.
Gowtham couldn’t wait any longer. He stepped aside, stripped off his shorts and t-shirt in one fluid motion, and stood there in just his boxers, his erection straining hard against the fabric, the outline of his thick cock clearly visible.


Sneha walked over to Suresh first. She leaned down, her voice soft but commanding. “Remove your clothes.”

Suresh blinked, stunned. “What? Why?”


Sneha didn’t answer. Instead, she reached down and started pulling at his tracksuit pants. Suresh hesitated for a moment, then let her. She stripped him efficiently, leaving him in just his brief. His cock was already half-hard, betraying his conflicted arousal.


Gowtham, growing impatient, threw his boxer briefs aside too. He stood completely naked, his thick cock rock-hard and throbbing, veins pulsing with need. He hungrily pulled Sneha into his arms for a deep, possessive kiss, his hands roaming over her body.


She reciprocated for a moment, then gently broke it.


Gowtham’s patience snapped. He stepped forward, voice husky. “Both of us almost naked, baby… why are you still dressed?” He hooked a finger into her pallu and yanked it free in one smooth pull. The silk whispered down her body like liquid. Before she could react, he scooped her up, strong arms under her thighs, and carried her to the bed. He laid her down right beside Suresh, then climbed over her, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. His bare cock dragged hot and heavy across her stomach, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum on her skin.


Sneha moaned into his mouth, arching up for a moment
then gently pushed at his chest. “Wait…”

Gowtham smirked , he knew what it meant. 

He asked.. Sorry baby, let me undress you.. He began unbuttoning her blouse, making her heavy breasts spill out, still cupped in her black bra. He pulled her up so she was sitting on the bed in just her bra and petticoat. His hard cock pressed hot and heavy against her back as he fondled her breasts from behind, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs circling her stiff nipples through the lace. He kissed her neck and cheeks possessively, grinding against her.

“Gowtham… enough,” she breathed, though her body betrayed her with a shiver. She crawled forward on all fours toward Suresh, her ass brushing teasingly against Gowtham’s cock. 


“Suresh needs me right now. Just a minute, baby. Be patient.”

She didn’t wait for permission. Her fingers hooked into Suresh’s briefs and pulled them down. His cock sprang up—thick, veined, and fully hard now. Without a word, Sneha lowered her head and took him into her warm, wet mouth. The obscene sound of her sucking filled the room: slow, wet slurps as her lips stretched around his girth, tongue swirling around the swollen head. She bobbed deeper, cheeks hollowing, taking more of him with every stroke until her nose brushed his pelvis.

Gowtham’s cock twitched angrily in the air. He grabbed her hips, trying to pull her back onto him, but she held firm, moaning around Suresh’s length, the vibrations making the other man groan.

She finally pulled off with a filthy pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. Turning her head, she looked back at Gowtham with heavy-lidded eyes. “Why are you pulling me? Can’t you see I’m servicing him right now?”
Gowtham was speechless, his erection bobbing, leaking.

Sneha turned back to Suresh and kissed him—deep, passionate, tongues tangling hungrily. Suresh finally broke, gripping her hair and devouring her mouth like a starved man. Their kiss grew wet and desperate, moans mingling. Sneha whispered against his lips, “The gift is right here for you…”

Ten long minutes passed. Gowtham stood there, forced to watch as his lover lost herself in her husband. His once-proud cock slowly softened, the aching need twisting into something sharper—humiliation mixed with unwanted arousal. He was reduced to a spectator in his own fantasy.

Sneha noticed. She broke the kiss, lips shiny and swollen, and looked at him with feigned innocence. “Gowtham… I need more time with him tonight. We haven’t had each other properly since the hill station. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you too…”
She crawled back, her heavy breasts swaying, and wrapped her soft hand around his semi-hard cock. Her grip was perfect—firm, fast strokes, thumb teasing the sensitive underside and smearing his pre-cum. For five torturous minutes she pumped him while lying on her back, breasts jiggling enticingly with every motion.

Then she turned her head toward Suresh, voice husky and commanding. “Come here. Missionary.”



She spread her legs wide, knees bent, exposing her glistening, swollen pussy. Suresh moved between her thighs like a man possessed. He lined up and thrust in deep—one smooth, powerful stroke that buried him to the hilt. 

Sneha cried out in pleasure as he started fucking her hard, their bodies slapping together loudly, the wet sounds of her soaked cunt echoing.

She released Gowtham’s cock. “Stroke yourself for me, darling,” she moaned, eyes hazy with lust. “It turns me on so much when you watch…”


Gowtham’s hand moved almost against his will, pumping his cock as he stared at Suresh’s thick shaft plunging in and out of Sneha’s tight pussy. Her juices coated him, dripping down with every thrust. Her breasts bounced wildly. She dug her nails into Suresh’s back, pulling him deeper, moaning louder with every powerful stroke.

The bed creaked violently. Sweat glistened on Suresh’s muscles as he claimed her like an animal—relentless, deep, possessive. Sneha’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
That’s when it hit Gowtham like ice water. The fruit basket on the side table. The neatly arranged condoms and lube. The way Suresh had been waiting so calmly. This wasn’t spontaneous. Something was off.. 

His hand stopped. His cock softened further. “What the fuck is this?” he muttered. He realised he was stroking to a visual of his lover with her husband. 

He doesn't want to seem like a loser. He tried to push Suresh off and climb on her himself, but Sneha’s hand shot out, pressing firmly against his chest. “No,” she said sharply, voice breathless but commanding.

It's been a long time since we have been like this… her voice was shaky as she spoke.. “Today is his turn. I can’t leave him like this. He needs me. You better relax yourself, Keep stroking… please.”

Gowtham’s face burned with rage and shame. “I didn’t come here to watch like some fucking cuckold while you ”

Why are you so worked up darling..Suresh had once stroked seeing us right.. Itsokay you can do it to.. 

I'm not a cuck he said..  If you feel bad then go to the guest room, and sleep tight i will see you in the morning.. Sneha cut him off, her voice cold even as Suresh kept thrusting into her, making her gasp. 

For a long, agonizing second, Gowtham stared at them—his lover’s face twisted in raw pleasure, her body writhing under another man’s cock. Then, with a furious curse, he snatched his clothes and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

The sound of Sneha’s loud, unrestrained moans followed him down the hall and he entered the guest room. 

After he sat on the bed, he could still listen to their noises, Gowtham realised, Suresh could hear his sex with Sneha, everynight a strange victorious smile appeared. 

He tried to rest but their noise kept disturbing him. 

Thirty more minutes passed. The marathon continued — deep, wet, passionate sex. Sneha’s moans filled the room, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin, heavy breathing, soft laughter between kisses, and the wet sounds of Suresh’s cock moving in and out of her.

Finally, the intense session slowed. Suresh collapsed beside Sneha, both of them breathing heavily, bodies glistening with sweat. Sneha turned to Suresh, kissed him softly on the lips, and smiled.

Gowtham lay on the bed in guestroom, listening.

He could hear clearly 

“So… this is your gift? Having sex with me in the master bedroom?” Suresh asked

Sneha laughed lightly, a sweet, almost playful sound.

“You idiot,” she whispered to Suresh, but Gowtham heard it perfectly.
“I made him a cuck. Tricked him to be a cuck, didn’t you notice? 

Yeah… he stroked seeing us.”

“Exactly,” she continued. 

“You said he showed you the old photo and made a deal with you — if you masturbate watching us, he’ll tell you the story? 

I did a similar trick, and made him unknowingly a Cuck.

I made him to undress me for you, then he watched us having sex, he stroked seeing us having sex. 

Happy.? Hows my gift.. Suresh seemed to have pulled her in for a kiss. 

Gowtham lay there frozen, every word landing like a sharp knife in his chest.

She planned this… She used me…

Sneha’s voice turned even softer, almost loving toward Suresh.
“Bonus… I pushed him to the guest room. Now this is truly our space.”

Gowtham’s heart shattered. He realized the full extent of her intention. is this revenge? does they know the truth?.

Same day — Varsha had chosen Rahul for stability and money.
Tonight — Sneha had chosen Suresh to revenge him.

He couldn’t believe it. He was already broken, and this visibly destroyed him.

But what happened next turned the knife even deeper.

Suresh’s voice came low and serious. “Don’t consider this as victory. Only when we figure out who kidnapped me… that is the day I would be free of this - the agony”

But im sure, he might be behind this.. 

Sneha promised softly, “Don’t worry. I will continue to pretend friendly with him. 
I will continue my sexual relationship, then lure him.
I will reach his mobile and figure out the truth with the transaction IDs and all.”

As i said if he is guilty or not i would stop after this. 


A villainous smile slowly spread across Gowtham’s face in the dark.
Oh… you guys are almost nearing the truth, but did know the truth yet. 

He thought coldly, eyes glinting with dark determination.
[i]No matter what, Sneha… I will make sure you will crave for my cock again… and [/i]
[i]i will make you call your husband worthless.[/i]