18-05-2026, 12:22 AM
Chapter 138 - Rejected Advances
Before she could speak, he grabbed her by the waist, yanked her against his hard body, and crushed his mouth on hers. The kiss was brutal — teeth clashing, tongues fighting, his saliva mixing with hers as he devoured her like a starving animal. One of his large hands gripped the back of her neck possessively, the other sliding down to squeeze her plump ass hard, pulling her crotch against the thick bulge in his pants.
Sneha gasped into his mouth. For a few dangerous seconds her body betrayed her — her nipples stiffened instantly, her tongue slid against his, and a hot gush of wetness flooded her panties. Gowtham groaned like a beast, tasting her submission.
He lifted her effortlessly carried her straight to the master bedroom, his hard cock grinding against her soaked core with every step. The moment they reached the bed, he threw her down with a heavy thud. Sneha’s nighty rode up her thighs as she bounced on the mattress.
Gowtham was on her instantly, pinning her beneath his muscular frame. He kissed her again — deeper, filthier — sucking on her tongue while his hand roughly yanked the nighty up to her waist, exposing her lacy black bra and the tiny matching panties already darkened with her arousal.
“Fuck, I’ve been dying to stretch this cunt all day,” he growled against her lips, grinding his thick, veiny erection against her thigh.
But when he tried to kiss her again, Sneha turned her face away sharply. The guilt crashed over her like ice water.
her eyes fell on the familiar sheets — the same bed where she and Suresh had shared their deepest confessions, their tears, their renewed promises just the night before. A sharp wave of guilt crashed over her like cold water.
“No… Gowtham, stop,” she whispered, pushing at his chest.
“Sorry, Gowtham… we can’t do this,” she said breathlessly, pushing against his chest.
“Not when Suresh is not here… not without him knowing.”
Gowtham froze for a second, then let out a low, mocking laugh.
“Oh? So now you need his permission to get fucked?” he teased, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “You’ve developed a sudden kick for letting him know about our love-making?”
He didn’t stop. In one swift, rough motion, he yanked her nighty up to her waist, exposing her black bra and matching panties. Sneha resisted, trying to pull the fabric back down, but he pinned both her wrists above her head with one powerful hand.
“You can’t resist my power and sex, darling,” he growled, his naked, hard body pressing down on her. His thick, throbbing cock rubbed insistently against her inner thigh as he leaned in and attacked her neck — sucking hard, biting, leaving fresh red marks on her skin.
Sneha’s breath hitched. Her body reacted despite herself — nipples hardening, a rush of wetness between her legs — but her mind was screaming.
“Gowtham… I said no,” she said sternly, turning her face away from his next kiss. Her legs clamped shut tightly, denying him entry. Her hands pushed firmly against his chest.
“If you want to spend time normally, stay. If you want sex, it will be only the way I want — when I want. Not like this.”
Gowtham stared down at her in disbelief. For the first time in their entire relationship, Sneha was rejecting him outright — and with such firmness.
He searched her eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation or playfulness. There was none.
With a frustrated, angry grunt, he pushed himself off her. He dressed quickly, his movements sharp and irritated. Without another word, he stormed out of the house, slamming the door hard behind him.
At Gowtham's friend place
Gowtham didn’t go to the office. Instead, he headed straight to his friend’s place, still fuming from the unexpected rejection.
But the day had more shocks waiting for him.
When he reached there, his friend was in the middle of a conversation with another person — one of his other contacts. Gowtham overheard the words “60% share” and froze in the doorway.
“60%?” he burst in, voice raised. “For my idea? You’re giving him 60% when I’m the one bringing the core concept?”
The argument escalated quickly. His friend tried to calm him, saying the new partner was bringing most of the funding.
Gowtham felt deeply betrayed. He had poured his heart, time, and ideas into this plan, and now it felt like he was being pushed aside.
He left the meeting furious, the entire day turning into a complete disaster.
Evening at Home
Dinner was unusually quiet.
Gowtham joined the family but barely spoke. He was lost in his thoughts, Sneha’s sudden resistance, his friend’s betrayal.
Sneha tried to engage him, but even she sensed something was off.
After dinner, he excused himself early and went back to his house without lingering.
Night in the Master Bedroom
Suresh and Sneha lay in bed together. The room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp, casting soft golden shadows across the walls. The atmosphere felt intimate, safe, and fragile like the first real peace they had shared in weeks.
Sneha hesitated for a long moment, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Suresh’s chest.
Suresh understood, there was something sneha wanted to tell him.
He said, Sneha guess you wanted to share something, go ahead.
She asked how do you know?
Wont i know my wife's behavior?
She took a deep breath, then spoke softly.
I don’t want to hide anything anymore.
I don’t want to hurt you again.
Morning after you left, Gowtham came at 10.00 Am.
He usually leave at your timing but today he came late
he informed me, he is not going to office and wanted to spend sometime.!!
“Its actually, he came to me expecting sex but I refused him.”
Suresh turned his head toward her, genuinely surprised.
His eyebrows rose slightly.
“You did?”
She nodded, biting her lip.
She paused, her fingers tightening on his shirt.
“He was so aggressive. He kissed me the second he walked in, lifted me, carried me here… He was already undressing, pinning me down. But I pushed him away. I told him clearly — if he wants sex, it has to be with your knowledge. Otherwise, we can just talk normally. He didn’t like that at all. He tried to convince me, teased me, even mocked me for suddenly needing your permission. But I stood firm. He got frustrated, dressed, and stormed out.”
I… I couldn’t do it on our bed. The same bed where we talked last night. Where we promised each other we’d face everything together. The guilt hit me so hard the moment he laid me down. It felt… wrong. Like I was betraying everything we’re trying to rebuild.”
She snuggled deeper into his chest.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, the weight of the day slowly easing.
Suresh was genuinely surprised.
He looked at her for a long moment, searching her face in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
There was a quiet admiration in his eyes — mixed with relief.
“You were really that determined… not to do anything behind my back,”
he said softly, almost to himself.
Then he asked, his voice gentle but direct, “Do you want to do it with him?”
Sneha shook her head without hesitation.
“No,” she whispered. “Not right now. Not like this.”
A small, warm smile tugged at Suresh’s lips.
He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek.
“What if he comes and asks?” he asked, a hint of playful challenge in his tone.
Sneha met his eyes, a shy but mischievous smile forming on her lips.
“If you let me go… then I will,” she replied softly, her voice carrying both honesty and a touch of teasing.
They both smiled at each other — a quiet, knowing, slightly mischievous smile that spoke volumes. The air between them felt lighter, more intimate, like they were slowly rediscovering their old rhythm.
Suresh let out a soft chuckle, pulling her closer and they sealed a lip to lip kiss.
Suresh let out a soft, warm chuckle, the sound vibrating gently against her skin. He pulled her closer, one hand sliding up her back to cradle the nape of her neck as their lips met in a deep, lingering kiss.
It started slow — tender and full of quiet affection — but quickly grew heated. Their mouths moved together with growing urgency, tongues brushing, tasting, exploring. Sneha melted into him, her fingers threading through his hair as a soft, needy sigh escaped her.
In his mind, Suresh’s inner voice was clear and affectionate:
“I know my wife needs it sometimes… But I’m glad… you’re guarding yourself enough. You’re controlling your needs to protect what we’re trying to preserve.”
He broke the kiss slowly, their lips parting with a soft, wet sound. His forehead rested against hers, breathing slightly heavier as he looked into her eyes with a mix of love and playful seriousness.
“But don’t go without him asking you first… okay?” he murmured, his thumb brushing her lower lip. “He would see you as easy… and I don’t want that.”
Sneha laughed softly against his chest — a warm, relieved sound that made her whole body relax further into his embrace. She snuggled deeper, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, feeling safe, loved, and truly understood in a way she hadn’t in a long time.
For a moment, they simply held each other, hearts beating in sync.
Then the air between them shifted.
Two minutes later, their clothes were scattered across the floor.
The quiet room filled with the sounds of their love — soft, breathy moans, the rustle of sheets, the wet sound of skin meeting skin. Suresh moved over her with slow, deep thrusts, savoring every gasp and whimper that left her lips. Sneha’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer as her nails gently dragged down his back.
Their lovemaking was passionate yet tender — full of eye contact, whispered “I love you”s, and the kind of closeness that healed old wounds. Suresh kissed her neck, her breasts, her lips, moving inside her with steady, loving rhythm. Sneha arched beneath him, moaning his name softly as pleasure built between them.
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They came together — trembling, clinging to each other, bodies locked in ecstasy — before collapsing in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
Suresh stayed inside her for a long moment, holding her close as their breathing slowly calmed. He kissed her forehead, her closed eyelids, and finally her lips once more.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Sneha smiled, eyes still closed in bliss, and whispered back, “I love you too… only you.”
They fell asleep like that — tangled in each other’s arms, the weight of the past slowly fading into the background.
Meanwhile, in Gowtham's house…
Gowtham lay awake on his bed, staring at the ceiling with dark, frustrated eyes.
He had expected Sneha to come crawling to him after his angry departure — guilty, needy, eager to make up for rejecting him.
But the night passed in silence.
She never came.
For the first time he sensed a pattern shifting.. their entire twisted relationship, he felt the sharp, stinging pain of real rejection from her.
He decided to test suresh and sneha, what they are upto, he know they know the truth.. He cant remain losser.
and that thought burned.
Before she could speak, he grabbed her by the waist, yanked her against his hard body, and crushed his mouth on hers. The kiss was brutal — teeth clashing, tongues fighting, his saliva mixing with hers as he devoured her like a starving animal. One of his large hands gripped the back of her neck possessively, the other sliding down to squeeze her plump ass hard, pulling her crotch against the thick bulge in his pants.
Sneha gasped into his mouth. For a few dangerous seconds her body betrayed her — her nipples stiffened instantly, her tongue slid against his, and a hot gush of wetness flooded her panties. Gowtham groaned like a beast, tasting her submission.
He lifted her effortlessly carried her straight to the master bedroom, his hard cock grinding against her soaked core with every step. The moment they reached the bed, he threw her down with a heavy thud. Sneha’s nighty rode up her thighs as she bounced on the mattress.
Gowtham was on her instantly, pinning her beneath his muscular frame. He kissed her again — deeper, filthier — sucking on her tongue while his hand roughly yanked the nighty up to her waist, exposing her lacy black bra and the tiny matching panties already darkened with her arousal.
“Fuck, I’ve been dying to stretch this cunt all day,” he growled against her lips, grinding his thick, veiny erection against her thigh.
But when he tried to kiss her again, Sneha turned her face away sharply. The guilt crashed over her like ice water.
her eyes fell on the familiar sheets — the same bed where she and Suresh had shared their deepest confessions, their tears, their renewed promises just the night before. A sharp wave of guilt crashed over her like cold water.
“No… Gowtham, stop,” she whispered, pushing at his chest.
“Sorry, Gowtham… we can’t do this,” she said breathlessly, pushing against his chest.
“Not when Suresh is not here… not without him knowing.”
Gowtham froze for a second, then let out a low, mocking laugh.
“Oh? So now you need his permission to get fucked?” he teased, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “You’ve developed a sudden kick for letting him know about our love-making?”
He didn’t stop. In one swift, rough motion, he yanked her nighty up to her waist, exposing her black bra and matching panties. Sneha resisted, trying to pull the fabric back down, but he pinned both her wrists above her head with one powerful hand.
“You can’t resist my power and sex, darling,” he growled, his naked, hard body pressing down on her. His thick, throbbing cock rubbed insistently against her inner thigh as he leaned in and attacked her neck — sucking hard, biting, leaving fresh red marks on her skin.
Sneha’s breath hitched. Her body reacted despite herself — nipples hardening, a rush of wetness between her legs — but her mind was screaming.
“Gowtham… I said no,” she said sternly, turning her face away from his next kiss. Her legs clamped shut tightly, denying him entry. Her hands pushed firmly against his chest.
“If you want to spend time normally, stay. If you want sex, it will be only the way I want — when I want. Not like this.”
Gowtham stared down at her in disbelief. For the first time in their entire relationship, Sneha was rejecting him outright — and with such firmness.
He searched her eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation or playfulness. There was none.
With a frustrated, angry grunt, he pushed himself off her. He dressed quickly, his movements sharp and irritated. Without another word, he stormed out of the house, slamming the door hard behind him.
At Gowtham's friend place
Gowtham didn’t go to the office. Instead, he headed straight to his friend’s place, still fuming from the unexpected rejection.
But the day had more shocks waiting for him.
When he reached there, his friend was in the middle of a conversation with another person — one of his other contacts. Gowtham overheard the words “60% share” and froze in the doorway.
“60%?” he burst in, voice raised. “For my idea? You’re giving him 60% when I’m the one bringing the core concept?”
The argument escalated quickly. His friend tried to calm him, saying the new partner was bringing most of the funding.
Gowtham felt deeply betrayed. He had poured his heart, time, and ideas into this plan, and now it felt like he was being pushed aside.
He left the meeting furious, the entire day turning into a complete disaster.
Evening at Home
Dinner was unusually quiet.
Gowtham joined the family but barely spoke. He was lost in his thoughts, Sneha’s sudden resistance, his friend’s betrayal.
Sneha tried to engage him, but even she sensed something was off.
After dinner, he excused himself early and went back to his house without lingering.
Night in the Master Bedroom
Suresh and Sneha lay in bed together. The room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp, casting soft golden shadows across the walls. The atmosphere felt intimate, safe, and fragile like the first real peace they had shared in weeks.
Sneha hesitated for a long moment, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Suresh’s chest.
Suresh understood, there was something sneha wanted to tell him.
He said, Sneha guess you wanted to share something, go ahead.
She asked how do you know?
Wont i know my wife's behavior?
She took a deep breath, then spoke softly.
I don’t want to hide anything anymore.
I don’t want to hurt you again.
Morning after you left, Gowtham came at 10.00 Am.
He usually leave at your timing but today he came late
he informed me, he is not going to office and wanted to spend sometime.!!
“Its actually, he came to me expecting sex but I refused him.”
Suresh turned his head toward her, genuinely surprised.
His eyebrows rose slightly.
“You did?”
She nodded, biting her lip.
She paused, her fingers tightening on his shirt.
“He was so aggressive. He kissed me the second he walked in, lifted me, carried me here… He was already undressing, pinning me down. But I pushed him away. I told him clearly — if he wants sex, it has to be with your knowledge. Otherwise, we can just talk normally. He didn’t like that at all. He tried to convince me, teased me, even mocked me for suddenly needing your permission. But I stood firm. He got frustrated, dressed, and stormed out.”
I… I couldn’t do it on our bed. The same bed where we talked last night. Where we promised each other we’d face everything together. The guilt hit me so hard the moment he laid me down. It felt… wrong. Like I was betraying everything we’re trying to rebuild.”
She snuggled deeper into his chest.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, the weight of the day slowly easing.
Suresh was genuinely surprised.
He looked at her for a long moment, searching her face in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
There was a quiet admiration in his eyes — mixed with relief.
“You were really that determined… not to do anything behind my back,”
he said softly, almost to himself.
Then he asked, his voice gentle but direct, “Do you want to do it with him?”
Sneha shook her head without hesitation.
“No,” she whispered. “Not right now. Not like this.”
A small, warm smile tugged at Suresh’s lips.
He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek.
“What if he comes and asks?” he asked, a hint of playful challenge in his tone.
Sneha met his eyes, a shy but mischievous smile forming on her lips.
“If you let me go… then I will,” she replied softly, her voice carrying both honesty and a touch of teasing.
They both smiled at each other — a quiet, knowing, slightly mischievous smile that spoke volumes. The air between them felt lighter, more intimate, like they were slowly rediscovering their old rhythm.
Suresh let out a soft chuckle, pulling her closer and they sealed a lip to lip kiss.
Suresh let out a soft, warm chuckle, the sound vibrating gently against her skin. He pulled her closer, one hand sliding up her back to cradle the nape of her neck as their lips met in a deep, lingering kiss.
It started slow — tender and full of quiet affection — but quickly grew heated. Their mouths moved together with growing urgency, tongues brushing, tasting, exploring. Sneha melted into him, her fingers threading through his hair as a soft, needy sigh escaped her.
In his mind, Suresh’s inner voice was clear and affectionate:
“I know my wife needs it sometimes… But I’m glad… you’re guarding yourself enough. You’re controlling your needs to protect what we’re trying to preserve.”
He broke the kiss slowly, their lips parting with a soft, wet sound. His forehead rested against hers, breathing slightly heavier as he looked into her eyes with a mix of love and playful seriousness.
“But don’t go without him asking you first… okay?” he murmured, his thumb brushing her lower lip. “He would see you as easy… and I don’t want that.”
Sneha laughed softly against his chest — a warm, relieved sound that made her whole body relax further into his embrace. She snuggled deeper, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, feeling safe, loved, and truly understood in a way she hadn’t in a long time.
For a moment, they simply held each other, hearts beating in sync.
Then the air between them shifted.
Two minutes later, their clothes were scattered across the floor.
The quiet room filled with the sounds of their love — soft, breathy moans, the rustle of sheets, the wet sound of skin meeting skin. Suresh moved over her with slow, deep thrusts, savoring every gasp and whimper that left her lips. Sneha’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer as her nails gently dragged down his back.
Their lovemaking was passionate yet tender — full of eye contact, whispered “I love you”s, and the kind of closeness that healed old wounds. Suresh kissed her neck, her breasts, her lips, moving inside her with steady, loving rhythm. Sneha arched beneath him, moaning his name softly as pleasure built between them.
They came together — trembling, clinging to each other, bodies locked in ecstasy — before collapsing in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
Suresh stayed inside her for a long moment, holding her close as their breathing slowly calmed. He kissed her forehead, her closed eyelids, and finally her lips once more.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Sneha smiled, eyes still closed in bliss, and whispered back, “I love you too… only you.”
They fell asleep like that — tangled in each other’s arms, the weight of the past slowly fading into the background.
Meanwhile, in Gowtham's house…
Gowtham lay awake on his bed, staring at the ceiling with dark, frustrated eyes.
He had expected Sneha to come crawling to him after his angry departure — guilty, needy, eager to make up for rejecting him.
But the night passed in silence.
She never came.
For the first time he sensed a pattern shifting.. their entire twisted relationship, he felt the sharp, stinging pain of real rejection from her.
He decided to test suresh and sneha, what they are upto, he know they know the truth.. He cant remain losser.
and that thought burned.
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