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Chapter 166 - THE HOMECOMING - THE END.
The evening sun filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a warm golden hue over the marble countertops. Jay stood at the chopping board, his knife moving with practiced ease as he diced vegetables for dinner. The rhythmic chop-chop-chop filled the air, mingling with the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional giggle from Sharmi.
She had driven over here today to help with their baby, giving Jay some breathing room while Nikkitha was away. Sharmi moved around him gracefully, her saree dbangd elegantly over her curves, occasionally brushing against him as she reached for spices. There was a comfortable familiarity between them—old friends who had shared secrets, laughter, and more than a few stolen moments over the past year.
Jay’s phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced at the screen, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.
“Excuse me for a minute,” he said, wiping his hands on a towel. He stepped out onto the balcony, closing the sliding door behind him.
“Yes, madam darling… Have you reached the place safely?”
Nikkitha’s voice came through, relaxed and playful, with that teasing lilt he loved so much. “Yes. The resort is beautiful. Private villas, lush gardens, and It looks safe and really nice.”
Jay leaned against the railing, gazing out at the city lights beginning to twinkle in the distance. “Why not the house like before? why at a new place?
“I don’t know, she teased, tharun might wanted it to feel different this time.
But i feel like today is my real homecoming.
Jay chuckled softly. “I don’t believe it. Six months ago you told me things had improved a lot with Mithra and told me that was going to be your homecoming. How are you so confident about tonight?
Then he teased... Look, I won’t feel odd or bad if you just want some fun. Just don’t put it all on Mithra’s name.”
Nikkitha’s laughter was bright and unfiltered. “If I want something, Jay, no one can stop me. Not even you.”
“I know, I know, you little demon,” Jay said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You ride me so hard for hours when you’re in the mood… I still remember how you left me sore for days last time.”
Nikkitha burst into laughter again. Their conversation flowed easily—teasing, trusting, laced with the unique understanding they had built over years of marriage and exploration. No jealousy, no hidden resentment. Just raw honesty wrapped in affection.
“But why do you call it a ‘homecoming’?” Jay asked after a comfortable pause.
She teased back immediately. “Aww, looks like someone’s disappointed now? Is it the secret thrill of sort allowing me with some one? Tell me you want it to go further.”
Jay grinned, even though she couldn’t see it. “Yeah… maybe. I need reasons to spend quality time with Sharmi too, you know.”
“Don’t turn my homecoming into a warzone,” Nikkitha warned, though her tone was playful. “I’ll leave Sharmi right now, but I’ll break your legs first.”
Jay laughed heartily. “This is ridiculous. You keep having sex with him whenever you want, but I can’t have any fun outside our circle?”
Her tone shifted suddenly—serious, possessive, and surprisingly tender. “No. I want you for myself. I won’t give you to anyone else. Not really.”
Jay smiled softly, warmth blooming in his chest. “Now I know this is truly your homecoming.”
She laughed immediately, again only they know what they are laughing at .
Hours later, the house was quiet. Sharmi and Jay sat across from each other at the dinner table, enjoying a simple meal. She looked at him curiously, fork paused mid-air.
“Are you sure it will end tonight?” she asked.
Jay smiled, that same mischievous glint in his eyes. “Do me a favor. Can you go buy lots of flowers from the nearby shops? Red roses, jasmine, marigolds—whatever looks romantic.”
Sharmi raised an eyebrow and laughed. “What? Are you planning a first-night scenario while your wife is busy with another man?” She mockingly adjusted the pallu of her saree to better cover her cleavage, giving him a dramatic side-eye.
“Or do you just want me in bed tonight, Jay?”
He simply smiled, refusing to give her more. “Just do what I say.
As soon as Sharmi left, Jay called Nikkitha. The call connected for half a second and then cut off. His face turned pale. He knew exactly what was happening twenty kilometers away.
At the Resort
The villa was luxurious and secluded, with soft golden lighting spilling across the king-sized bed. Nikkitha lay completely naked, her smooth skin glowing under the warm lamps. Her full breasts rose and fell with anticipation, nipples already hardened.
Tharun hovered over her, his muscular body taut with desire. He started low, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her navel, then licked upward in long, sensual strokes, savoring the taste of her skin. He reached her breasts, cupping them possessively as he sucked and gently bit her sensitive nipples. Nikkitha moaned loudly, arching her back, fingers threading through his hair.
![[Image: kissing-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/179953/kissing-scaled.webp)
He spread her legs wide, exposing her completely. Positioning himself, he thrust forward in one smooth, powerful motion, burying himself deep inside her in missionary position. Nikkitha gasped sharply, her walls stretching around his thick cock.
Tharun set a hard, deep rhythm—pounding into her with raw hunger. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as his hips drove against hers. He pulled out after several minutes, only to worship her body further—licking down her neck, sucking on her breasts, kissing her stomach, and finally burying his face between her thighs.
His tongue worked expertly on her swollen clit and slick folds, lapping and sucking until she was writhing beneath him, gripping his hair tightly and moaning uncontrollably. “Fuck… yes, right there…”
![[Image: passionate-love-315-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/118196/passionate-love-315-scaled.webp)
Tharun climbed back up, re-entered her in one forceful thrust, and fucked her harder—deep, relentless strokes that made the bed creak loudly. Sweat slicked their bodies. He pinned her hands above her head, staring into her eyes as he drove into her again and again.
They reached climax together. Nikkitha cried out, her orgasm crashing through her, walls clenching rhythmically around him. Tharun groaned deeply, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard, pulsing inside her and filling her with his release. His cock stayed buried deep as semen slowly leaked out around him while they panted together.
They smiled at each other with a knowing, bittersweet look.
“It’s been so long… I really needed this,” Tharun admitted, still catching his breath.
Nikkitha smiled. He started to say “I love—” but she quickly rose and covered his mouth with a deep kiss, shaking her head gently.
Tharun laughed softly. “I mean… I love this. Not you.
Soon tharun face turned pale, his charm down, he said with a pain...
I must admit… I’ve failed Mithra. I don’t deserve her.”
Nikkitha laughed softly, tracing a finger along his jaw. “Well done. You finally reached the same point as me. She will accept you—just shamelessly admit you love her.”
After a pause, she asked, “If you love her that much, why did you want this with me?”
“Because it’s just sex,” Tharun replied honestly. “I wanted to feel it one final time. No strings. No future.”
Nikkitha stroked his cheek tenderly. “Pleasure starts like this. It asks for one time… but it can slowly take away everything precious in life if you’re not careful.”
Tharun nodded quietly, reflecting but he asked but you do.
Nikkitha said because we are different, the understanding and trust came after we lost everything. Not every can become a Jay or Nikitha.
A text notification lit up her phone. She smiled when she saw the photo Jay had sent: a beautiful red carpet lined with vibrant flowers leading through their hall, and a video camera set up on a tripod, ready to capture whatever came next.
Back home, Jay and Sharmi worked together to decorate the hall. Flowers adorned every surface—rose petals scattered across the floor, jasmine garlands hanging from the lights, and the red carpet creating a romantic pathway. The camera stood ready. He had just sent a message to Nikkitha.
Sharmi was still confused but clearly enjoying the playful mystery of the evening. She knelt on the floor carefully arranging clusters of red roses along the edges of the carpet, her saree pallu slipping slightly off her shoulder. The soft floral fragrance filled the hall, mixing with the warm glow of the fairy lights Jay had strung up.
“You’re really going all out for this,” she said with a soft laugh, glancing up at him. “A red carpet, flowers everywhere, camera on a tripod… It looks like you’re preparing for a wedding night. Should I be worried?”
Jay smirked but didn’t answer directly. He was busy adjusting the angle of the camera when Sharmi’s phone started buzzing again. It wasn’t the first time tonight. In fact, he had noticed the frequent calls and messages right from the moment she arrived that morning—her phone lighting up every few hours, her stepping away with a secretive little smile.
When it rang for the fourth time in the last hour, Jay raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the device. “What happened? Your phone hasn’t stopped since morning.”
Sharmi picked it up, cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink as she silenced the call. She laughed lightly, though there was a hint of breathlessness in her voice. “My husband wants another baby, it seems. He’s getting impatient. Keeps asking when I’m coming back home… and what I’m wearing right now.”
Jay burst out laughing, the sound rich and genuine at first. But soon his smile faded. The real meaning behind her words settled in
Meanwhile, at the resort, Nikkitha’s phone lit up with another message from Jay. She read it, a warm, affectionate smile spreading across her lips. She didn’t reply immediately
Tharun noticed and asked, “You keep texting Jay even now. Why is he asking all sort of questions, you said high about him.. its just in words? like Is he insecure?”
“No,” Nikkitha said softly, full of affection. “We trust each other completely.”
Tharun looked at her with open jealousy. “I’m very jealous… I don’t feel like leaving this room.” His cock was already hardening again, throbbing visibly. He looked into her eyes with renewed hunger.
“Can we go for round two?”
Nikkitha didn’t even pause. She pulled him closer, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist.
“Yes.”
Tharun was genuinely surprised.
In all these years, she had never once agreed to a second round. Even when her body was still willing, something always came up .. But tonight, she said yes without hesitation.
The moment the word left her lips, his cock surged to full, throbbing hardness again. A surge of masculine pride and possessiveness flooded him.
![[Image: fucking-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/91652/fucking-scaled.webp)
He started pounding her vigorously, his hips slamming against hers with brutal force. The sex turned savage — deep, punishing strokes that made the heavy bed creak loudly and slam against the wall. The wet, obscene sound of his cock driving into her cum-slick pussy echoed through the entire villa.
Nikkitha’s moans quickly escalated into loud, ecstatic cries. She clawed at his back, her body shaking with every violent thrust. Tharun fucked her like a man trying to claim something he knew he could never fully own — harder, faster, deeper. He pinned her wrists above her head and drove into her with raw, animalistic power, his balls slapping loudly against her ass.
![[Image: going-hard-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/140313/going-hard-scaled.webp)
For the first time, he felt a strange sense of completeness — something that had been missing in their previous encounters. This time she was fully here, fully surrendering, giving him a second round she had never given anyone else.
Nikkitha’s voice cracked in pleasure as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her walls clenched violently around his cock, her entire body convulsing in ecstasy while the room filled with her unrestrained screams and the relentless, brutal rhythm of their love making.
The evening sun filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a warm golden hue over the marble countertops. Jay stood at the chopping board, his knife moving with practiced ease as he diced vegetables for dinner. The rhythmic chop-chop-chop filled the air, mingling with the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional giggle from Sharmi.
She had driven over here today to help with their baby, giving Jay some breathing room while Nikkitha was away. Sharmi moved around him gracefully, her saree dbangd elegantly over her curves, occasionally brushing against him as she reached for spices. There was a comfortable familiarity between them—old friends who had shared secrets, laughter, and more than a few stolen moments over the past year.
Jay’s phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced at the screen, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.
“Excuse me for a minute,” he said, wiping his hands on a towel. He stepped out onto the balcony, closing the sliding door behind him.
“Yes, madam darling… Have you reached the place safely?”
Nikkitha’s voice came through, relaxed and playful, with that teasing lilt he loved so much. “Yes. The resort is beautiful. Private villas, lush gardens, and It looks safe and really nice.”
Jay leaned against the railing, gazing out at the city lights beginning to twinkle in the distance. “Why not the house like before? why at a new place?
“I don’t know, she teased, tharun might wanted it to feel different this time.
But i feel like today is my real homecoming.
Jay chuckled softly. “I don’t believe it. Six months ago you told me things had improved a lot with Mithra and told me that was going to be your homecoming. How are you so confident about tonight?
Then he teased... Look, I won’t feel odd or bad if you just want some fun. Just don’t put it all on Mithra’s name.”
Nikkitha’s laughter was bright and unfiltered. “If I want something, Jay, no one can stop me. Not even you.”
“I know, I know, you little demon,” Jay said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You ride me so hard for hours when you’re in the mood… I still remember how you left me sore for days last time.”
Nikkitha burst into laughter again. Their conversation flowed easily—teasing, trusting, laced with the unique understanding they had built over years of marriage and exploration. No jealousy, no hidden resentment. Just raw honesty wrapped in affection.
“But why do you call it a ‘homecoming’?” Jay asked after a comfortable pause.
She teased back immediately. “Aww, looks like someone’s disappointed now? Is it the secret thrill of sort allowing me with some one? Tell me you want it to go further.”
Jay grinned, even though she couldn’t see it. “Yeah… maybe. I need reasons to spend quality time with Sharmi too, you know.”
“Don’t turn my homecoming into a warzone,” Nikkitha warned, though her tone was playful. “I’ll leave Sharmi right now, but I’ll break your legs first.”
Jay laughed heartily. “This is ridiculous. You keep having sex with him whenever you want, but I can’t have any fun outside our circle?”
Her tone shifted suddenly—serious, possessive, and surprisingly tender. “No. I want you for myself. I won’t give you to anyone else. Not really.”
Jay smiled softly, warmth blooming in his chest. “Now I know this is truly your homecoming.”
She laughed immediately, again only they know what they are laughing at .
Hours later, the house was quiet. Sharmi and Jay sat across from each other at the dinner table, enjoying a simple meal. She looked at him curiously, fork paused mid-air.
“Are you sure it will end tonight?” she asked.
Jay smiled, that same mischievous glint in his eyes. “Do me a favor. Can you go buy lots of flowers from the nearby shops? Red roses, jasmine, marigolds—whatever looks romantic.”
Sharmi raised an eyebrow and laughed. “What? Are you planning a first-night scenario while your wife is busy with another man?” She mockingly adjusted the pallu of her saree to better cover her cleavage, giving him a dramatic side-eye.
“Or do you just want me in bed tonight, Jay?”
He simply smiled, refusing to give her more. “Just do what I say.
As soon as Sharmi left, Jay called Nikkitha. The call connected for half a second and then cut off. His face turned pale. He knew exactly what was happening twenty kilometers away.
At the Resort
The villa was luxurious and secluded, with soft golden lighting spilling across the king-sized bed. Nikkitha lay completely naked, her smooth skin glowing under the warm lamps. Her full breasts rose and fell with anticipation, nipples already hardened.
Tharun hovered over her, his muscular body taut with desire. He started low, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her navel, then licked upward in long, sensual strokes, savoring the taste of her skin. He reached her breasts, cupping them possessively as he sucked and gently bit her sensitive nipples. Nikkitha moaned loudly, arching her back, fingers threading through his hair.
He spread her legs wide, exposing her completely. Positioning himself, he thrust forward in one smooth, powerful motion, burying himself deep inside her in missionary position. Nikkitha gasped sharply, her walls stretching around his thick cock.
Tharun set a hard, deep rhythm—pounding into her with raw hunger. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as his hips drove against hers. He pulled out after several minutes, only to worship her body further—licking down her neck, sucking on her breasts, kissing her stomach, and finally burying his face between her thighs.
His tongue worked expertly on her swollen clit and slick folds, lapping and sucking until she was writhing beneath him, gripping his hair tightly and moaning uncontrollably. “Fuck… yes, right there…”
Tharun climbed back up, re-entered her in one forceful thrust, and fucked her harder—deep, relentless strokes that made the bed creak loudly. Sweat slicked their bodies. He pinned her hands above her head, staring into her eyes as he drove into her again and again.
They reached climax together. Nikkitha cried out, her orgasm crashing through her, walls clenching rhythmically around him. Tharun groaned deeply, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard, pulsing inside her and filling her with his release. His cock stayed buried deep as semen slowly leaked out around him while they panted together.
They smiled at each other with a knowing, bittersweet look.
“It’s been so long… I really needed this,” Tharun admitted, still catching his breath.
Nikkitha smiled. He started to say “I love—” but she quickly rose and covered his mouth with a deep kiss, shaking her head gently.
Tharun laughed softly. “I mean… I love this. Not you.
Soon tharun face turned pale, his charm down, he said with a pain...
I must admit… I’ve failed Mithra. I don’t deserve her.”
Nikkitha laughed softly, tracing a finger along his jaw. “Well done. You finally reached the same point as me. She will accept you—just shamelessly admit you love her.”
After a pause, she asked, “If you love her that much, why did you want this with me?”
“Because it’s just sex,” Tharun replied honestly. “I wanted to feel it one final time. No strings. No future.”
Nikkitha stroked his cheek tenderly. “Pleasure starts like this. It asks for one time… but it can slowly take away everything precious in life if you’re not careful.”
Tharun nodded quietly, reflecting but he asked but you do.
Nikkitha said because we are different, the understanding and trust came after we lost everything. Not every can become a Jay or Nikitha.
A text notification lit up her phone. She smiled when she saw the photo Jay had sent: a beautiful red carpet lined with vibrant flowers leading through their hall, and a video camera set up on a tripod, ready to capture whatever came next.
Back home, Jay and Sharmi worked together to decorate the hall. Flowers adorned every surface—rose petals scattered across the floor, jasmine garlands hanging from the lights, and the red carpet creating a romantic pathway. The camera stood ready. He had just sent a message to Nikkitha.
Sharmi was still confused but clearly enjoying the playful mystery of the evening. She knelt on the floor carefully arranging clusters of red roses along the edges of the carpet, her saree pallu slipping slightly off her shoulder. The soft floral fragrance filled the hall, mixing with the warm glow of the fairy lights Jay had strung up.
“You’re really going all out for this,” she said with a soft laugh, glancing up at him. “A red carpet, flowers everywhere, camera on a tripod… It looks like you’re preparing for a wedding night. Should I be worried?”
Jay smirked but didn’t answer directly. He was busy adjusting the angle of the camera when Sharmi’s phone started buzzing again. It wasn’t the first time tonight. In fact, he had noticed the frequent calls and messages right from the moment she arrived that morning—her phone lighting up every few hours, her stepping away with a secretive little smile.
When it rang for the fourth time in the last hour, Jay raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the device. “What happened? Your phone hasn’t stopped since morning.”
Sharmi picked it up, cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink as she silenced the call. She laughed lightly, though there was a hint of breathlessness in her voice. “My husband wants another baby, it seems. He’s getting impatient. Keeps asking when I’m coming back home… and what I’m wearing right now.”
Jay burst out laughing, the sound rich and genuine at first. But soon his smile faded. The real meaning behind her words settled in
Meanwhile, at the resort, Nikkitha’s phone lit up with another message from Jay. She read it, a warm, affectionate smile spreading across her lips. She didn’t reply immediately
Tharun noticed and asked, “You keep texting Jay even now. Why is he asking all sort of questions, you said high about him.. its just in words? like Is he insecure?”
“No,” Nikkitha said softly, full of affection. “We trust each other completely.”
Tharun looked at her with open jealousy. “I’m very jealous… I don’t feel like leaving this room.” His cock was already hardening again, throbbing visibly. He looked into her eyes with renewed hunger.
“Can we go for round two?”
Nikkitha didn’t even pause. She pulled him closer, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist.
“Yes.”
Tharun was genuinely surprised.
In all these years, she had never once agreed to a second round. Even when her body was still willing, something always came up .. But tonight, she said yes without hesitation.
The moment the word left her lips, his cock surged to full, throbbing hardness again. A surge of masculine pride and possessiveness flooded him.
He started pounding her vigorously, his hips slamming against hers with brutal force. The sex turned savage — deep, punishing strokes that made the heavy bed creak loudly and slam against the wall. The wet, obscene sound of his cock driving into her cum-slick pussy echoed through the entire villa.
Nikkitha’s moans quickly escalated into loud, ecstatic cries. She clawed at his back, her body shaking with every violent thrust. Tharun fucked her like a man trying to claim something he knew he could never fully own — harder, faster, deeper. He pinned her wrists above her head and drove into her with raw, animalistic power, his balls slapping loudly against her ass.
For the first time, he felt a strange sense of completeness — something that had been missing in their previous encounters. This time she was fully here, fully surrendering, giving him a second round she had never given anyone else.
Nikkitha’s voice cracked in pleasure as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her walls clenched violently around his cock, her entire body convulsing in ecstasy while the room filled with her unrestrained screams and the relentless, brutal rhythm of their love making.
THE END.
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