28-04-2026, 11:02 PM
Adultery Husband's Controlled Fantasy, Wife's Dilemma - Part I & IIRunning
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28-04-2026, 11:14 PM
Chapter 80 – Shifting Tides
Gowtham was momentarily stunned by Sneha’s sudden strictness, but he recovered quickly. He knew he had to play this carefully.
He gently held her shoulders and showed her his phone.
“Look, baby,” he said softly, opening the boss’s morning message. “See this? He cornered me badly at the office. New joinees, urgent training, and that Marathi girl’s file. I was stuck in back-to-back meetings. That’s why I couldn’t call you back. I rushed home as early as possible the moment work eased up. When I reached, I saw Suresh was already back with Ramya, so I didn’t want to create any scene by asking you what happened. I’m sorry.”
Sneha looked at the message, then at his face. Her anger softened slightly, but the disappointment didn’t fully leave her eyes.
Gowtham pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. “I care about you. Don’t think I only want sex. But right now… I really need you.”
Sneha stepped back. “Not today. Ramya is home. And after what happened today, I’m not in the mood.”
Gowtham nodded understandingly, though inside he was alarmed. She’s changing. I need to be very careful from now on. Suresh’s disappearance and return has shaken her.
Sneha returned to the master bedroom. Suresh was arranging Ramya’s clothes in the cupboard.
She tried casual conversation. “Ramya has grown so much in these few weeks… Did you see how she was talking non-stop today?”
Suresh smiled lightly. “Yes. She’s becoming very smart.”
“The new bedsheet looks good on her bed, right?” Sneha continued, trying to keep the talk going.
“Hmm. It’s fine,” Suresh replied casually, without any coldness or resistance. His tone was normal, almost polite.
Sneha felt a little relieved. Maybe everything is fine. He doesn’t seem angry.
She consoled herself and decided she would be more careful going forward — more attentive towards Suresh and stricter with Gowtham.
That night, she slept with Ramya in her room, leaving Suresh alone in the master bedroom. It was the first time in many days she had done so on a “Gowtham day.”
Sunday Night
Suresh took a chilled beer and went up to the rooftop.
He sat on the pabangt, staring at the city lights, trying to find some peace.
A few minutes later, Gowtham joined him.
Gowtham tried his usual tactic. He sat beside Suresh and showed his phone. “Want to see something interesting?”
It was a short video clip — a rehearsal of him penetrating Sneha deeply from behind.
“Want to know the full story behind those old photos?” Gowtham asked with a smirk. “I’ll tell you everything… but you have to watch us again properly.”
Suresh took a slow sip of his beer and didn’t even glance at the phone.
“I don’t care,” he said flatly. “You two had sex. You’re both adults. I don’t have a say, and I don’t have any interest in knowing.”
Gowtham was taken aback. This was not the reaction he expected.
“Won’t you even ask me anything? Aren’t you tempted?”
Suresh finally turned and looked at him. “No.”
Gowtham sensed the dangerous shift. He tried to recover. “Bro, you started being unpredictable nowadays. I’m still your brother. If you have any grudge, put it on me openly!”
Suresh gave a small, tired smile. “One time you call me Suresh, another time ‘anna’. I really don’t want anything, Gowtham. I’m having my beer peacefully. Just leave me alone.”
Gowtham hesitated, then pushed further. “Okay, my fault. I kept postponing telling you the full story. I promise — tomorrow after my session with her, I’ll tell you everything. But I have one small condition…”
Suresh raised an eyebrow.
“You have to bring her to me yourself. Carry her in your arms, throw her on my bed, and tell her yourself to enjoy me.”
Suresh let out a low, dry laugh. “Nice try.” but why you want me to do?
Gowtham was visibly uncomfortable now. “Why the fuck is everyone questioning me these days? It’s just a thrill, nothing else.”
Suresh stood up, finishing the last sip of his beer. “If you want thrill, find it somewhere else. I’m going to my room.”
He walked away without another word.
Gowtham stood there alone on the rooftop, phone still in his hand, feeling genuinely puzzled for the first time.
Something has changed.
Suresh is no longer playing the game.
Gowtham was momentarily stunned by Sneha’s sudden strictness, but he recovered quickly. He knew he had to play this carefully.
He gently held her shoulders and showed her his phone.
“Look, baby,” he said softly, opening the boss’s morning message. “See this? He cornered me badly at the office. New joinees, urgent training, and that Marathi girl’s file. I was stuck in back-to-back meetings. That’s why I couldn’t call you back. I rushed home as early as possible the moment work eased up. When I reached, I saw Suresh was already back with Ramya, so I didn’t want to create any scene by asking you what happened. I’m sorry.”
Sneha looked at the message, then at his face. Her anger softened slightly, but the disappointment didn’t fully leave her eyes.
Gowtham pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. “I care about you. Don’t think I only want sex. But right now… I really need you.”
Sneha stepped back. “Not today. Ramya is home. And after what happened today, I’m not in the mood.”
Gowtham nodded understandingly, though inside he was alarmed. She’s changing. I need to be very careful from now on. Suresh’s disappearance and return has shaken her.
Sneha returned to the master bedroom. Suresh was arranging Ramya’s clothes in the cupboard.
She tried casual conversation. “Ramya has grown so much in these few weeks… Did you see how she was talking non-stop today?”
Suresh smiled lightly. “Yes. She’s becoming very smart.”
“The new bedsheet looks good on her bed, right?” Sneha continued, trying to keep the talk going.
“Hmm. It’s fine,” Suresh replied casually, without any coldness or resistance. His tone was normal, almost polite.
Sneha felt a little relieved. Maybe everything is fine. He doesn’t seem angry.
She consoled herself and decided she would be more careful going forward — more attentive towards Suresh and stricter with Gowtham.
That night, she slept with Ramya in her room, leaving Suresh alone in the master bedroom. It was the first time in many days she had done so on a “Gowtham day.”
Sunday Night
Suresh took a chilled beer and went up to the rooftop.
He sat on the pabangt, staring at the city lights, trying to find some peace.
A few minutes later, Gowtham joined him.
Gowtham tried his usual tactic. He sat beside Suresh and showed his phone. “Want to see something interesting?”
It was a short video clip — a rehearsal of him penetrating Sneha deeply from behind.
“Want to know the full story behind those old photos?” Gowtham asked with a smirk. “I’ll tell you everything… but you have to watch us again properly.”
Suresh took a slow sip of his beer and didn’t even glance at the phone.
“I don’t care,” he said flatly. “You two had sex. You’re both adults. I don’t have a say, and I don’t have any interest in knowing.”
Gowtham was taken aback. This was not the reaction he expected.
“Won’t you even ask me anything? Aren’t you tempted?”
Suresh finally turned and looked at him. “No.”
Gowtham sensed the dangerous shift. He tried to recover. “Bro, you started being unpredictable nowadays. I’m still your brother. If you have any grudge, put it on me openly!”
Suresh gave a small, tired smile. “One time you call me Suresh, another time ‘anna’. I really don’t want anything, Gowtham. I’m having my beer peacefully. Just leave me alone.”
Gowtham hesitated, then pushed further. “Okay, my fault. I kept postponing telling you the full story. I promise — tomorrow after my session with her, I’ll tell you everything. But I have one small condition…”
Suresh raised an eyebrow.
“You have to bring her to me yourself. Carry her in your arms, throw her on my bed, and tell her yourself to enjoy me.”
Suresh let out a low, dry laugh. “Nice try.” but why you want me to do?
Gowtham was visibly uncomfortable now. “Why the fuck is everyone questioning me these days? It’s just a thrill, nothing else.”
Suresh stood up, finishing the last sip of his beer. “If you want thrill, find it somewhere else. I’m going to my room.”
He walked away without another word.
Gowtham stood there alone on the rooftop, phone still in his hand, feeling genuinely puzzled for the first time.
Something has changed.
Suresh is no longer playing the game.
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28-04-2026, 11:15 PM
(28-04-2026, 11:09 PM)JohnS112 Wrote: The reason that she is still in his room for the headache….says a lot about her determination….
She will succumb to his pressure….Gowtham will find a way to convince her….as always…..
Stage is set for divorce….Alas….
Who got fucked in all this….suresh….lol
She didn't see Suresh was moving out, she didn't know he is going to divorce her when time comes.
She still thinks everything is fine and she can continue both sex and family.
29-04-2026, 12:05 PM
Chapter 81 - The early signs of detachment
Monday morning arrived with the quiet weight of routine, but beneath it hummed an undercurrent of change. Suresh woke early, his movements deliberate and calm. He helped Ramya pack the last of her things, sharing soft laughter and father-daughter banter that felt lighter than it had in weeks.
While, Sneha was surprised to see Suresh waking up early help packing things. She swiftly got into kitchen, prepared breakfast and lunch for them. The trio had breakfast together as a family . As they prepared to leave, Sneha kissed Ramya and gave few pocket money to buy something in canteen..
Gowtham was getting ready for office but, he was not ready to enter Suresh house, he decided to step in to house after Ramya and Suresh left.
Sneha saw father and daughter, happily going together. a memory she doesn't register for a long.. or just seeing clearing now. It make her look like, she is becoming less attentive compared to Suresh.
The drive to her hostel was filled with her excited chatter about college life, and for those precious hours, Suresh felt anchored—truly present as a father. He hugged her tightly at the gate, watching until she disappeared inside, a small smile lingering on his lips.
Back home, the house felt emptier the moment the car pulled away. Gowtham had timed his arrival perfectly. He stepped in through the door, his eyes already gleaming with anticipation as he found Sneha in the living room, still in her simple morning saree, the fabric clinging softly to her curves from the residual humidity.
“Ramya gone back to hostel?” he asked, voice low.
Sneha nodded, a faint smile touching her lips. “Yeah… just left with her father. You know, watching them together today… it hit me. They share such a great bond. I don’t know how to explain it, but it felt… im very jelous now she is getting an extra special from my husband.. Special that he doesnt give me...”
Gowtham closed the distance in two strides, his strong arms pulling her flush against his chest. “We share a great bond too, darling,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. He tilted her chin up and claimed her mouth in a deep, devouring kiss.
It was a five-minute war of tongues and lips—hungry, wet, breathless. His hands roamed her back, pressing her closer, while hers clutched his shirt. When they finally broke apart, both were flushed, lips swollen.
“You’re not going to the office?” Sneha asked, voice husky, one hand trailing down his chest. “You seem… in the mood today.”
“I am going,” he replied, nipping at her lower lip. “But I wanted to ask something first. Last time… we started in the evening and went till three in the morning, then again at dawn. I want that again. That intensity.”
Sneha’s eyes darkened with memory. “Mmm…
Gowtham continued.. I like that, Especially when your cuck husband stroked himself watching us—”
The words had barely left his lips when something snapped inside her.
Ever since his sudden disappearance, Sneha wanted to be very careful about things, she was not sure why Suresh feels difference but she started looking this with caution..
Her hand shot down, gripping his hardening cock firmly through his pants and squeezing hard enough to make him gasp.
“Next time you call him a cuck or use any harsh words,” she whispered fiercely, eyes locked on his, “I don’t care how much I love this dick—it’s my favorite, but I will cut it off. Understand?”
Gowtham winced, a sharp “Aaahh! It’s paining…” escaping him.
“It’ll pain him the same when he hears it,” she shot back. “He allows this… us. Fantasy aside, we owe him basic respect. I missed enforcing that earlier. Not anymore.”
He breathed through the discomfort, nodding. “You never stopped me from using those words during sex before… I thought it turned you on.”
“It did, in the heat of the moment,” she admitted, loosening her grip but not releasing him. “But maybe I won’t entertain it anymore. Things feel different now.”
“Okay, okay… peace,” he conceded, pulling her back into a gentler kiss. “This evening I’m coming home early. Let’s be naked on the sofa, fucking when he walks in. What do you say?”
Sneha pulled back, eyes narrowing. The thrill of the fantasy clashed with a sudden pang in her chest. “What do you get out of making things hard for my husband? I know it was Suresh’s fantasy at first. We did it. I needed it… and yeah, I liked parts of it. But why keep pushing for same again and again? Can’t we just have sex without dragging him into every moment?
You will leave me one day.. Even now, After we finish sex, I need him—as my partner, my person. I’m his wife. I love him.
Whatever the answer is right now… it’s no.”
Gowtham’s expression flickered, but he backed off. “You kind of agreed just a minute ago…”
“Yes, but not now.
Why is is because i called your husband cuck.
Sneha Yes. but not just that.. I’m not spending enough time with Suresh. I need that.
But We’ll have sex in the bed, like normal, a then sleep. Got it?”
He sighed but nodded. “Okay.”
Evening:
Evening settled over the house like a heavy curtain. Suresh returned from work, exhaustion and something deeper etched into his face. Sneha greeted him warmly, handing him fresh coffee, updating him on bills and Ramya’s tuition fees.
She just truly wanted to spend some time, but she herself fell awkward to speak normally just like that, but she is clear even her sex marathon with gowtham, where she saw Suresh has been mastrubating on them thrice.. things had changed they didnt have a proper conversation. There was an unease between them, but Suresh doesnt make an issue out of it , pains her more.
She wanted to start conversation, so she bring some random general things to speak with him
But Suresh barely spoke. His replies were polite, functional. He sat glued to the news channel, eyes distant, as if the world on screen was more real than the one in his living room.
She ironed his shirts with care, cooked his favorite dishes, moving around him like the devoted wife she still wanted to be.
She prepared his favorite dishes, expecting a happy smile from him, he used to come to kitchen and open vessels telling how the smell reaching bedroom.. but Suresh continued to pretend like he was busy seeing feed in his mobile.
During dinner, while the trio have food on the table.. Gowtham played his dangerous game under the table—his foot sliding up Sneha’s leg, toes teasing her inner thigh while Suresh sat just across from them, oblivious. Sneha’s breath hitched, a rush of forbidden heat mixing with guilt.
After dinner, they moved to the TV.
Gowtham’s patience finally snapped.
“I’m heading to bed, guys,” he announced, standing. His eyes burned into Sneha.
“Sneha, join me. Let’s have a quick session before we sleep.”
Sneha’s gaze darted to Suresh, heart twisting.
He looked… different. Distant.
He answered her questions, spoke when needed, but the warmth was gone. It ached.
“Aren’t you coming to sleep?” she asked softly.
Suresh didn’t even look away from the screen.
“There’s a big story breaking. I’ll come later.
You two carry on.” His voice was flat, dismissive.
Something cold settled in Sneha’s stomach. She felt it—something wrong, unusual.
But Gowtham was already tugging her toward the bedroom.
Monday morning arrived with the quiet weight of routine, but beneath it hummed an undercurrent of change. Suresh woke early, his movements deliberate and calm. He helped Ramya pack the last of her things, sharing soft laughter and father-daughter banter that felt lighter than it had in weeks.
While, Sneha was surprised to see Suresh waking up early help packing things. She swiftly got into kitchen, prepared breakfast and lunch for them. The trio had breakfast together as a family . As they prepared to leave, Sneha kissed Ramya and gave few pocket money to buy something in canteen..
Gowtham was getting ready for office but, he was not ready to enter Suresh house, he decided to step in to house after Ramya and Suresh left.
Sneha saw father and daughter, happily going together. a memory she doesn't register for a long.. or just seeing clearing now. It make her look like, she is becoming less attentive compared to Suresh.
The drive to her hostel was filled with her excited chatter about college life, and for those precious hours, Suresh felt anchored—truly present as a father. He hugged her tightly at the gate, watching until she disappeared inside, a small smile lingering on his lips.
Back home, the house felt emptier the moment the car pulled away. Gowtham had timed his arrival perfectly. He stepped in through the door, his eyes already gleaming with anticipation as he found Sneha in the living room, still in her simple morning saree, the fabric clinging softly to her curves from the residual humidity.
“Ramya gone back to hostel?” he asked, voice low.
Sneha nodded, a faint smile touching her lips. “Yeah… just left with her father. You know, watching them together today… it hit me. They share such a great bond. I don’t know how to explain it, but it felt… im very jelous now she is getting an extra special from my husband.. Special that he doesnt give me...”
Gowtham closed the distance in two strides, his strong arms pulling her flush against his chest. “We share a great bond too, darling,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. He tilted her chin up and claimed her mouth in a deep, devouring kiss.
It was a five-minute war of tongues and lips—hungry, wet, breathless. His hands roamed her back, pressing her closer, while hers clutched his shirt. When they finally broke apart, both were flushed, lips swollen.
“You’re not going to the office?” Sneha asked, voice husky, one hand trailing down his chest. “You seem… in the mood today.”
“I am going,” he replied, nipping at her lower lip. “But I wanted to ask something first. Last time… we started in the evening and went till three in the morning, then again at dawn. I want that again. That intensity.”
Sneha’s eyes darkened with memory. “Mmm…
Gowtham continued.. I like that, Especially when your cuck husband stroked himself watching us—”
The words had barely left his lips when something snapped inside her.
Ever since his sudden disappearance, Sneha wanted to be very careful about things, she was not sure why Suresh feels difference but she started looking this with caution..
Her hand shot down, gripping his hardening cock firmly through his pants and squeezing hard enough to make him gasp.
“Next time you call him a cuck or use any harsh words,” she whispered fiercely, eyes locked on his, “I don’t care how much I love this dick—it’s my favorite, but I will cut it off. Understand?”
Gowtham winced, a sharp “Aaahh! It’s paining…” escaping him.
“It’ll pain him the same when he hears it,” she shot back. “He allows this… us. Fantasy aside, we owe him basic respect. I missed enforcing that earlier. Not anymore.”
He breathed through the discomfort, nodding. “You never stopped me from using those words during sex before… I thought it turned you on.”
“It did, in the heat of the moment,” she admitted, loosening her grip but not releasing him. “But maybe I won’t entertain it anymore. Things feel different now.”
“Okay, okay… peace,” he conceded, pulling her back into a gentler kiss. “This evening I’m coming home early. Let’s be naked on the sofa, fucking when he walks in. What do you say?”
Sneha pulled back, eyes narrowing. The thrill of the fantasy clashed with a sudden pang in her chest. “What do you get out of making things hard for my husband? I know it was Suresh’s fantasy at first. We did it. I needed it… and yeah, I liked parts of it. But why keep pushing for same again and again? Can’t we just have sex without dragging him into every moment?
You will leave me one day.. Even now, After we finish sex, I need him—as my partner, my person. I’m his wife. I love him.
Whatever the answer is right now… it’s no.”
Gowtham’s expression flickered, but he backed off. “You kind of agreed just a minute ago…”
“Yes, but not now.
Why is is because i called your husband cuck.
Sneha Yes. but not just that.. I’m not spending enough time with Suresh. I need that.
But We’ll have sex in the bed, like normal, a then sleep. Got it?”
He sighed but nodded. “Okay.”
Evening:
Evening settled over the house like a heavy curtain. Suresh returned from work, exhaustion and something deeper etched into his face. Sneha greeted him warmly, handing him fresh coffee, updating him on bills and Ramya’s tuition fees.
She just truly wanted to spend some time, but she herself fell awkward to speak normally just like that, but she is clear even her sex marathon with gowtham, where she saw Suresh has been mastrubating on them thrice.. things had changed they didnt have a proper conversation. There was an unease between them, but Suresh doesnt make an issue out of it , pains her more.
She wanted to start conversation, so she bring some random general things to speak with him
But Suresh barely spoke. His replies were polite, functional. He sat glued to the news channel, eyes distant, as if the world on screen was more real than the one in his living room.
She ironed his shirts with care, cooked his favorite dishes, moving around him like the devoted wife she still wanted to be.
She prepared his favorite dishes, expecting a happy smile from him, he used to come to kitchen and open vessels telling how the smell reaching bedroom.. but Suresh continued to pretend like he was busy seeing feed in his mobile.
During dinner, while the trio have food on the table.. Gowtham played his dangerous game under the table—his foot sliding up Sneha’s leg, toes teasing her inner thigh while Suresh sat just across from them, oblivious. Sneha’s breath hitched, a rush of forbidden heat mixing with guilt.
After dinner, they moved to the TV.
Gowtham’s patience finally snapped.
“I’m heading to bed, guys,” he announced, standing. His eyes burned into Sneha.
“Sneha, join me. Let’s have a quick session before we sleep.”
Sneha’s gaze darted to Suresh, heart twisting.
He looked… different. Distant.
He answered her questions, spoke when needed, but the warmth was gone. It ached.
“Aren’t you coming to sleep?” she asked softly.
Suresh didn’t even look away from the screen.
“There’s a big story breaking. I’ll come later.
You two carry on.” His voice was flat, dismissive.
Something cold settled in Sneha’s stomach. She felt it—something wrong, unusual.
But Gowtham was already tugging her toward the bedroom.
29-04-2026, 01:12 PM
Chapter 82 - Sex and the Detachment
Once Sneha and Gowtham entered the master bedroom and closed the door with a soft, final click, Suresh switched off the TV.
The sudden silence in the apartment felt heavier than before, like the house itself was holding its breath.
He walked straight into the guest bedroom, locked the door, and lay down on the small single bed.
The tiny mattress creaked under his weight, but it felt strangely liberating—narrow, private, his own.
This feels so much more comfortable than that oversized marital bed, he thought, staring at the ceiling.
Within minutes, exhaustion pulled him under into a deep, deceptively peaceful sleep.
[b]10 minutes later…[/b]
The dream began innocently enough.
Suresh was still in the guest bedroom when the door creaked open. A sliver of hallway light spilled in, and then Sneha stepped inside—completely naked, her full breasts swaying heavily with each deliberate step, nipples already stiff in the cool air. Her skin glowed under the dim light, thighs glistening faintly. Gowtham followed right behind her, his cock thick and fully erect, veins pulsing, a predatory smile on his face.
“Why didn’t you come to the bedroom?” Sneha whispered, her voice husky, seductive.
She climbed onto the narrow bed, straddling Suresh’s thighs, her wet heat pressing against him through his clothes.
“I don’t like watching,” Suresh replied in the dream, his voice tight. “And I sure as hell don’t like being a cuck.”
Sneha’s expression shifted. She leaned down, her breasts brushing his chest, lips hovering near his ear. “But I need you there…” she breathed.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She glanced at it, and Gowtham did the same—secretive texts flashing across their screens. Her face crumpled. Tears welled up. “No… if this is hurting you, I’ll stop. Please don’t divorce me…” She begged desperately, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the master bedroom against his will.
Suresh realized it was a drama, she wanted him as cuck, want to watch them, looking at my rejection.. they quickly planned a way to drag him in.. In dreams he can see it very clear.. but he was already there inside the bedroom.
Inside, the massive cot was already shaking violently. Sneha was on all fours, moaning loudly as Gowtham slammed into her from behind, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. They didn’t stop even when Suresh was pulled onto the bed beside them. The mattress bounced with every brutal thrust. Sneha’s breasts swung wildly, sweat flying, her eyes half-lidded in ecstasy while she reached out and gripped Suresh’s hand. “Stay… watch me cum for him…” Gowtham grinned darkly, pounding harder, the wet sounds obscene and relentless.
Sneha no more wanted me. All she cared is Gowtham and his sex..
He was don with it, He woke up shouting only to release it was a dream...
He sat up, breathing fast, chest tight with a strange, lingering dread. Something felt… off.
The apartment was too quiet. He went to the hall, drank water with shaking hands.
Fifteen minutes had passed in real time. The dream had felt eternal.
No more drama, he decided. I’m done.
The dream gives him an idea of what would happen, if he tell her straight she would act stopping for a moment. But she would sneak behind his back. He believed so, he lost trust in her.
Anyway i'm going to divorce her..
If i tell her, she would do another drama, beg for forgiveness but nothing will be same again.
He decided he is going to keep her clueless of his state of mind, his decision.
He would share the house - the space for Ramya’s sake, but live separately. Carefree. Detached.
If anyone asked why he slept here, he’d say he is working over time.. a smooth lie that will be believable.
What if Sneha ask him to come inside the master bedroom and work?
He decided to fake a reason online client meet? new clients, new procedures..
He don't want them to see these, so he is staying at guest room
he prepared a smooth lie.
For few days, he would pretend having client meet after dinner, open his laptop, watch movies, then sleep there peacefully without any emotional damages.
Perfect he patted himself.
He took his laptop bag near his sofa and took it inside the guest bedroom.
Opening his laptop, he tested the webcam. His own tired face stared back—messy hair, visible grey strands in his beard and at the temples. He looked older. Defeated.
He set the laptop aside and stood in front of the mirror. His reflection was unflinching: a man who had slowly surrendered. The greying hair was proof he was losing his edge, his desirability.
Suresh looked himself dead in the eyes and said firmly, “Hey grey heroes… tomorrow you will be gone.” He winked at his reflection, forcing confidence. “Good night.”
He returned to bed, opened his laptop, and started a movie—calm on the surface, detached. He would share the house with Sneha for their daughter Ramya’s sake, but he was done. No more drama. No more nights of listening through the walls.
Yet that dream clung to him like a shadow. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something darker was unfolding just beyond the locked door. but he was not bothered, because Sneha is nothing to him any more.
15 Minutes before - Same time Inside the Master Bedroom
The moment the door clicked shut, Gowtham grabbed Sneha like a man starved. He crushed his mouth to hers in a hungry, bruising kiss that lasted nearly ten minutes—tongues battling, teeth nipping, hands roaming possessively.
Gowtham does a magic in her, the moment their lips locked, she forget the battle she had in the hall.. He pushed her backward onto the massive bed, climbing over her, his hard cock pressing insistently against her thigh through his clothes.
Sneha placed a hand on his chest. “Slow tonight,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. “I want to feel everything.”
He smirked, but obeyed… at first. He peeled her clothes off slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin—her neck, collarbone, the soft undersides of her heavy breasts.
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Sneha’s breathing grew ragged, but her eyes kept darting to the closed door. The silence from the rest of the house felt unnerving. Why isn’t Suresh coming? Is he really okay with this?
Gowtham noticed her distraction. His grip tightened. In one swift motion, he flipped them so she was on top in cowgirl position. He pulled her down for a deep, devouring kiss while unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, then biting—rough enough to make her gasp and arch. Pleasure shot through her, but so did that nagging unease.
He yanked her panties aside, rubbing the thick head of his cock along her slick folds, teasing her clit until she was dripping. Sneha moaned, grinding against him involuntarily, but suddenly froze.
“Suresh still hasn’t come… I should check on him.”
She tried to climb off. Gowtham’s strong arms locked around her waist like iron bands. “He’s fine,” he growled against her breast, attacking her nipples again—licking, sucking, biting her weak spot until her resistance melted into desperate whimpers.
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While she was lost in the sensation, he thrust upward, burying his thick cock deep inside her wet, clenching pussy in one powerful stroke.
Sneha cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. For the next forty minutes, the room filled with raw, filthy sounds—skin slapping skin, wet squelching, her uncontrollable moans. He fucked her in missionary, legs over his shoulders, pounding so deep she felt him in her stomach. Then he flipped her to spooning, one hand choking her throat lightly, the other rubbing her clit while he took her from behind with slow, grinding thrusts that built unbearable tension.
Every thrust carried a dark edge tonight. Gowtham’s whispers were possessive: “You’re mine when this door closes… he doesn’t get this version of you.” Sneha came hard, shuddering, but even in orgasm her mind flickered to the hallway. Is Suresh listening? Watching through a crack? Why does the silence feel so… threatening? is he enjoying? or He hates me now?
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They climaxed together—Gowtham burying himself to the hilt, groaning as he filled her.
Panting, bodies slick with sweat, Sneha glanced at the clock.
Over an hour had passed.
Suresh still hadn’t come.
Her post-orgasm haze shattered into cold anxiety. This wasn’t normal. A dark thrill mixed with fear twisted in her belly—part guilt, part forbidden excitement, part genuine dread. What if something was wrong? something unease caught her even before they entered the room, but the sex blinds her eyes.
“No… this is unusual,” she whispered, voice hoarse.
She tried to climb off. Gowtham’s strong hand caught her wrist in a tight grip. “Shall we go for a second round, baby?” he winked, voice thick with lust, pulling her back down onto his throbbing cock.
Sneha’s eyes flashed with irritation. She forcefully removed his hand from her wrist. “Not now.”
Heart racing with worry and a strange, growing unease, she quickly wiped the sweat and cum from her thighs with a towel but stayed completely naked—breasts flushed deep red, nipples swollen and marked from his rough bites, her freshly fucked pussy still glistening and leaking his load down her inner thighs.
Barefoot and exposed, she rushed out of the room.
The cool hallway air kissed her overheated skin, raising goosebumps across her naked breasts, stomach, and ass. Her nipples tightened even more. Every soft pad of her feet on the floor sounded too loud in the unnatural silence.
She could not find him in hall?
Where does he gone?
Disappeared again like last time?.
Once Sneha and Gowtham entered the master bedroom and closed the door with a soft, final click, Suresh switched off the TV.
The sudden silence in the apartment felt heavier than before, like the house itself was holding its breath.
He walked straight into the guest bedroom, locked the door, and lay down on the small single bed.
The tiny mattress creaked under his weight, but it felt strangely liberating—narrow, private, his own.
This feels so much more comfortable than that oversized marital bed, he thought, staring at the ceiling.
Within minutes, exhaustion pulled him under into a deep, deceptively peaceful sleep.
[b]10 minutes later…[/b]
The dream began innocently enough.
Suresh was still in the guest bedroom when the door creaked open. A sliver of hallway light spilled in, and then Sneha stepped inside—completely naked, her full breasts swaying heavily with each deliberate step, nipples already stiff in the cool air. Her skin glowed under the dim light, thighs glistening faintly. Gowtham followed right behind her, his cock thick and fully erect, veins pulsing, a predatory smile on his face.
“Why didn’t you come to the bedroom?” Sneha whispered, her voice husky, seductive.
She climbed onto the narrow bed, straddling Suresh’s thighs, her wet heat pressing against him through his clothes.
“I don’t like watching,” Suresh replied in the dream, his voice tight. “And I sure as hell don’t like being a cuck.”
Sneha’s expression shifted. She leaned down, her breasts brushing his chest, lips hovering near his ear. “But I need you there…” she breathed.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She glanced at it, and Gowtham did the same—secretive texts flashing across their screens. Her face crumpled. Tears welled up. “No… if this is hurting you, I’ll stop. Please don’t divorce me…” She begged desperately, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the master bedroom against his will.
Suresh realized it was a drama, she wanted him as cuck, want to watch them, looking at my rejection.. they quickly planned a way to drag him in.. In dreams he can see it very clear.. but he was already there inside the bedroom.
Inside, the massive cot was already shaking violently. Sneha was on all fours, moaning loudly as Gowtham slammed into her from behind, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. They didn’t stop even when Suresh was pulled onto the bed beside them. The mattress bounced with every brutal thrust. Sneha’s breasts swung wildly, sweat flying, her eyes half-lidded in ecstasy while she reached out and gripped Suresh’s hand. “Stay… watch me cum for him…” Gowtham grinned darkly, pounding harder, the wet sounds obscene and relentless.
Sneha no more wanted me. All she cared is Gowtham and his sex..
He was don with it, He woke up shouting only to release it was a dream...
He sat up, breathing fast, chest tight with a strange, lingering dread. Something felt… off.
The apartment was too quiet. He went to the hall, drank water with shaking hands.
Fifteen minutes had passed in real time. The dream had felt eternal.
No more drama, he decided. I’m done.
The dream gives him an idea of what would happen, if he tell her straight she would act stopping for a moment. But she would sneak behind his back. He believed so, he lost trust in her.
Anyway i'm going to divorce her..
If i tell her, she would do another drama, beg for forgiveness but nothing will be same again.
He decided he is going to keep her clueless of his state of mind, his decision.
He would share the house - the space for Ramya’s sake, but live separately. Carefree. Detached.
If anyone asked why he slept here, he’d say he is working over time.. a smooth lie that will be believable.
What if Sneha ask him to come inside the master bedroom and work?
He decided to fake a reason online client meet? new clients, new procedures..
He don't want them to see these, so he is staying at guest room
he prepared a smooth lie.
For few days, he would pretend having client meet after dinner, open his laptop, watch movies, then sleep there peacefully without any emotional damages.
Perfect he patted himself.
He took his laptop bag near his sofa and took it inside the guest bedroom.
Opening his laptop, he tested the webcam. His own tired face stared back—messy hair, visible grey strands in his beard and at the temples. He looked older. Defeated.
He set the laptop aside and stood in front of the mirror. His reflection was unflinching: a man who had slowly surrendered. The greying hair was proof he was losing his edge, his desirability.
Suresh looked himself dead in the eyes and said firmly, “Hey grey heroes… tomorrow you will be gone.” He winked at his reflection, forcing confidence. “Good night.”
He returned to bed, opened his laptop, and started a movie—calm on the surface, detached. He would share the house with Sneha for their daughter Ramya’s sake, but he was done. No more drama. No more nights of listening through the walls.
Yet that dream clung to him like a shadow. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something darker was unfolding just beyond the locked door. but he was not bothered, because Sneha is nothing to him any more.
15 Minutes before - Same time Inside the Master Bedroom
The moment the door clicked shut, Gowtham grabbed Sneha like a man starved. He crushed his mouth to hers in a hungry, bruising kiss that lasted nearly ten minutes—tongues battling, teeth nipping, hands roaming possessively.
Gowtham does a magic in her, the moment their lips locked, she forget the battle she had in the hall.. He pushed her backward onto the massive bed, climbing over her, his hard cock pressing insistently against her thigh through his clothes.
Sneha placed a hand on his chest. “Slow tonight,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. “I want to feel everything.”
He smirked, but obeyed… at first. He peeled her clothes off slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin—her neck, collarbone, the soft undersides of her heavy breasts.
Sneha’s breathing grew ragged, but her eyes kept darting to the closed door. The silence from the rest of the house felt unnerving. Why isn’t Suresh coming? Is he really okay with this?
Gowtham noticed her distraction. His grip tightened. In one swift motion, he flipped them so she was on top in cowgirl position. He pulled her down for a deep, devouring kiss while unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, then biting—rough enough to make her gasp and arch. Pleasure shot through her, but so did that nagging unease.
He yanked her panties aside, rubbing the thick head of his cock along her slick folds, teasing her clit until she was dripping. Sneha moaned, grinding against him involuntarily, but suddenly froze.
“Suresh still hasn’t come… I should check on him.”
She tried to climb off. Gowtham’s strong arms locked around her waist like iron bands. “He’s fine,” he growled against her breast, attacking her nipples again—licking, sucking, biting her weak spot until her resistance melted into desperate whimpers.
While she was lost in the sensation, he thrust upward, burying his thick cock deep inside her wet, clenching pussy in one powerful stroke.
Sneha cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. For the next forty minutes, the room filled with raw, filthy sounds—skin slapping skin, wet squelching, her uncontrollable moans. He fucked her in missionary, legs over his shoulders, pounding so deep she felt him in her stomach. Then he flipped her to spooning, one hand choking her throat lightly, the other rubbing her clit while he took her from behind with slow, grinding thrusts that built unbearable tension.
Every thrust carried a dark edge tonight. Gowtham’s whispers were possessive: “You’re mine when this door closes… he doesn’t get this version of you.” Sneha came hard, shuddering, but even in orgasm her mind flickered to the hallway. Is Suresh listening? Watching through a crack? Why does the silence feel so… threatening? is he enjoying? or He hates me now?
They climaxed together—Gowtham burying himself to the hilt, groaning as he filled her.
Panting, bodies slick with sweat, Sneha glanced at the clock.
Over an hour had passed.
Suresh still hadn’t come.
Her post-orgasm haze shattered into cold anxiety. This wasn’t normal. A dark thrill mixed with fear twisted in her belly—part guilt, part forbidden excitement, part genuine dread. What if something was wrong? something unease caught her even before they entered the room, but the sex blinds her eyes.
“No… this is unusual,” she whispered, voice hoarse.
She tried to climb off. Gowtham’s strong hand caught her wrist in a tight grip. “Shall we go for a second round, baby?” he winked, voice thick with lust, pulling her back down onto his throbbing cock.
Sneha’s eyes flashed with irritation. She forcefully removed his hand from her wrist. “Not now.”
Heart racing with worry and a strange, growing unease, she quickly wiped the sweat and cum from her thighs with a towel but stayed completely naked—breasts flushed deep red, nipples swollen and marked from his rough bites, her freshly fucked pussy still glistening and leaking his load down her inner thighs.
Barefoot and exposed, she rushed out of the room.
The cool hallway air kissed her overheated skin, raising goosebumps across her naked breasts, stomach, and ass. Her nipples tightened even more. Every soft pad of her feet on the floor sounded too loud in the unnatural silence.
She could not find him in hall?
Where does he gone?
Disappeared again like last time?.
29-04-2026, 02:29 PM
Chapter 83 - Cryptic Message
Sneha stepped into the dimly lit hallway, heart hammering against her ribs. The cool air wrapped around her naked body like invisible fingers. Her breasts, still flushed and heavy from Gowtham’s rough attention, swayed with every hurried step. Thick strands of his cum continued to leak slowly down her inner thighs.
Where is he? Did he disappear again like last time?
She checked the kitchen — empty. Then Ramya’s room — empty.
Panic rising, she moved toward the guest bedroom.
A thin line of blue light glowed from underneath.
She quietly opened the door.
There he was.
Suresh sat on the small single bed, laptop screen casting a cold glow across his face. He slowly looked up.
Sneha stood in the doorway — completely naked, skin still glowing, nipples swollen and red, pussy visibly used and leaking.
“Suresh… what are you doing here?” she asked softly, stepping closer. “Why didn’t you come to the bedroom?”
Suresh raised his hand sharply. “Stay there. Don’t come closer.”
“I just finished an online client meeting,” he said calmly. “They might call back anytime.”
“Online meeting?” Sneha frowned. “Since when does your company do late-night calls?”
“New client. New project. Marketing targets don’t wait. You never understood this part of my work.”
No i mean i have not seen you working online earlier like this? it is new to me!
Suresh: Then you will see more of it from now. Everything will be new.
At-least “You could have worked in our bedroom
Suresh’s voice turned cold. “While you and Gowtham fuck two feet away from me?
Do you want my clients to accidentally see my wife moaning like a slut? I need privacy. This room is better. Alone.”
Sneha swallowed hard. The explanation slowly sank in. He’s just working… I overthought everything.
“Okay… I’ll sleep in the master bedroom then. Come after you’re done?”
“Don’t bother me,” he replied flatly. “Next time, knock before entering. Now go.”
Sneha hesitated. “Shall I sleep here?”
“It’s a single bed. How will I work?”
She bit her lip. “You’re not angry with me, right?
Should I sleep with Gowtham then?”
Suresh looked straight into her eyes, his tone calm yet final.
“Sneha, I’ve taken a decision for myself. You have no space in my bedroom anymore. I mean this guest room.
The rest… you decide for yourself.”
He paused, then added:
“One more thing. You are a married woman, not a slut. Next time you come out, dress properly.
I don’t want anyone seeing you walking around naked. anyone i mean the clients i meet online.. i could work anywhere in the house except hat bedroom. if you come out nude, you would put me in embracement.”
Sneha’s legs trembled for the first time that night.
A cold shiver ran through her body. Without another word, she turned and left.
Back in the master bedroom, she quickly wore her panties, bra, and a thin satin nighty. Confusion clouded her mind.
Was he just stressed about work… or was he accusing me?
She made a hot drink, knocked on the guest room door, and kept it on the table.
“For you,” she said softly. Suresh noticed she had dressed.
Both bedroom doors locked with quiet clicks.
Sneha lay beside Gowtham, staring at the ceiling, mind racing. The nighty clung to her still-damp skin. Gowtham pulled her closer, sensing the shift in her energy. He didn’t push for more sex. Instead, he stayed unusually calm, watching her with calculating eyes. Something was off. He could smell it.
Gowtham realized something, Like Sneha said, everything was off for almost a week, the first thing he witnessed for Suresh coldness to him on Sunday, then his disappearance, then Sneha's strict yet half minded approach. He fears his control on them is slowly fading.. and he knows Suresh cannot be controlled again.. he was not tempted.. only positive thing for him is, Sneha is on his side. he just wanted to hold on it tightly, he hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek and assured he is here and together, lets figure out what's with Suresh. He assured he will support her at any cost and will do things that will fix things if needed.
In the guest room, Suresh finally closed his laptop, switched off the lights, and lay down on the narrow bed. A strange, icy peace settled over him. Seeing her naked and leaking another man’s cum had stirred nothing but disgust. No jealousy. No pain. Just… nothing.
He knew the nighty was only a temporary show. The moment she stepped back into that room, it would come off again. But it no longer mattered.
Chapter 84 - Empty Bed
Morning light filtered weakly through the curtains at 6:10 AM.
Sneha stirred awake with a soft gasp. Gowtham’s thick cock was still buried deep inside her, rock-hard even in his sleep. The memories of midnight came rushing back — his whispered consolations slowly turning into slow, deep thrusts, her nighty being torn off roughly as he fucked her again while she was lost in confusion and guilt.
Her body felt heavy, used, and exhausted.
She gently tried to slide off him, thinking she should bathe quickly and cook breakfast for Suresh. But before she could move further, Gowtham stirred and pulled her back lazily.
“Coffee, baby…” he mumbled, voice thick with tiredness. “I need one now. Last night drained me.”
Sneha was tired too — her thighs sticky, pussy sore from the second round — but she nodded. “Okay.”
She climbed out of bed and walked toward the door, completely naked.
Her breasts swayed, nipples still sensitive, and a fresh trickle of Gowtham’s cum ran down her inner thigh.
Two steps from the door, Suresh’s cold words from last night echoed sharply in her mind:
“You are a married woman, not a slut. Next time, dress properly. I don’t want anyone seeing you naked.”
She froze. A strange shame twisted in her chest. She quickly turned back, picked up her bra and panties, and slipped them on. When she reached for the torn satin nighty, she saw how badly Gowtham had ripped it in his hurry at midnight. She threw it aside and pulled on a fresh, modest nighty that covered her properly.
Only then did she step out.
In the kitchen, she prepared two cups of strong coffee. She expected Suresh to come out any moment — maybe from the guest room, maybe already in the hall. But the house was strangely silent.
After a few minutes, she carried one cup toward the guest bedroom. The door was slightly open.
“Suresh?” she called softly.
No answer.
She pushed the door wider. The bed was neatly made. Laptop gone. No sign of him.
Her heartbeat quickened.
She checked the attached bathroom — empty.
Then the hall, Ramya’s room, even the rooftop terrace. Nowhere.
He was gone.
For the second time.
Her hands started shaking so badly that hot coffee spilled over her fingers.
She rushed back to the sofa, placed the cups down, and dialed his number with trembling fingers.
It rang… and rang… then went to voicemail.
She tried again. Same result.
Tears flooded her eyes. She collapsed onto the sofa, clutching her phone tightly.
Suresh… please pick up.
“I knew it… I knew something was wrong the whole day yesterday,” she whispered brokenly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I should never have had sex with Gowtham. I should have stayed with him… talked to him. My pleasure… my selfishness… it’s pushing him away from me.”
Her chest tightened painfully. The guilt was crushing.
“He’s missing again. For unknown reasons. And it’s all because of me…” She cried curled up in sofa
Sneha stepped into the dimly lit hallway, heart hammering against her ribs. The cool air wrapped around her naked body like invisible fingers. Her breasts, still flushed and heavy from Gowtham’s rough attention, swayed with every hurried step. Thick strands of his cum continued to leak slowly down her inner thighs.
Where is he? Did he disappear again like last time?
She checked the kitchen — empty. Then Ramya’s room — empty.
Panic rising, she moved toward the guest bedroom.
A thin line of blue light glowed from underneath.
She quietly opened the door.
There he was.
Suresh sat on the small single bed, laptop screen casting a cold glow across his face. He slowly looked up.
Sneha stood in the doorway — completely naked, skin still glowing, nipples swollen and red, pussy visibly used and leaking.
“Suresh… what are you doing here?” she asked softly, stepping closer. “Why didn’t you come to the bedroom?”
Suresh raised his hand sharply. “Stay there. Don’t come closer.”
“I just finished an online client meeting,” he said calmly. “They might call back anytime.”
“Online meeting?” Sneha frowned. “Since when does your company do late-night calls?”
“New client. New project. Marketing targets don’t wait. You never understood this part of my work.”
No i mean i have not seen you working online earlier like this? it is new to me!
Suresh: Then you will see more of it from now. Everything will be new.
At-least “You could have worked in our bedroom
Suresh’s voice turned cold. “While you and Gowtham fuck two feet away from me?
Do you want my clients to accidentally see my wife moaning like a slut? I need privacy. This room is better. Alone.”
Sneha swallowed hard. The explanation slowly sank in. He’s just working… I overthought everything.
“Okay… I’ll sleep in the master bedroom then. Come after you’re done?”
“Don’t bother me,” he replied flatly. “Next time, knock before entering. Now go.”
Sneha hesitated. “Shall I sleep here?”
“It’s a single bed. How will I work?”
She bit her lip. “You’re not angry with me, right?
Should I sleep with Gowtham then?”
Suresh looked straight into her eyes, his tone calm yet final.
“Sneha, I’ve taken a decision for myself. You have no space in my bedroom anymore. I mean this guest room.
The rest… you decide for yourself.”
He paused, then added:
“One more thing. You are a married woman, not a slut. Next time you come out, dress properly.
I don’t want anyone seeing you walking around naked. anyone i mean the clients i meet online.. i could work anywhere in the house except hat bedroom. if you come out nude, you would put me in embracement.”
Sneha’s legs trembled for the first time that night.
A cold shiver ran through her body. Without another word, she turned and left.
Back in the master bedroom, she quickly wore her panties, bra, and a thin satin nighty. Confusion clouded her mind.
Was he just stressed about work… or was he accusing me?
She made a hot drink, knocked on the guest room door, and kept it on the table.
“For you,” she said softly. Suresh noticed she had dressed.
Both bedroom doors locked with quiet clicks.
Sneha lay beside Gowtham, staring at the ceiling, mind racing. The nighty clung to her still-damp skin. Gowtham pulled her closer, sensing the shift in her energy. He didn’t push for more sex. Instead, he stayed unusually calm, watching her with calculating eyes. Something was off. He could smell it.
Gowtham realized something, Like Sneha said, everything was off for almost a week, the first thing he witnessed for Suresh coldness to him on Sunday, then his disappearance, then Sneha's strict yet half minded approach. He fears his control on them is slowly fading.. and he knows Suresh cannot be controlled again.. he was not tempted.. only positive thing for him is, Sneha is on his side. he just wanted to hold on it tightly, he hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek and assured he is here and together, lets figure out what's with Suresh. He assured he will support her at any cost and will do things that will fix things if needed.
In the guest room, Suresh finally closed his laptop, switched off the lights, and lay down on the narrow bed. A strange, icy peace settled over him. Seeing her naked and leaking another man’s cum had stirred nothing but disgust. No jealousy. No pain. Just… nothing.
He knew the nighty was only a temporary show. The moment she stepped back into that room, it would come off again. But it no longer mattered.
Chapter 84 - Empty Bed
Morning light filtered weakly through the curtains at 6:10 AM.
Sneha stirred awake with a soft gasp. Gowtham’s thick cock was still buried deep inside her, rock-hard even in his sleep. The memories of midnight came rushing back — his whispered consolations slowly turning into slow, deep thrusts, her nighty being torn off roughly as he fucked her again while she was lost in confusion and guilt.
Her body felt heavy, used, and exhausted.
She gently tried to slide off him, thinking she should bathe quickly and cook breakfast for Suresh. But before she could move further, Gowtham stirred and pulled her back lazily.
“Coffee, baby…” he mumbled, voice thick with tiredness. “I need one now. Last night drained me.”
Sneha was tired too — her thighs sticky, pussy sore from the second round — but she nodded. “Okay.”
She climbed out of bed and walked toward the door, completely naked.
Her breasts swayed, nipples still sensitive, and a fresh trickle of Gowtham’s cum ran down her inner thigh.
Two steps from the door, Suresh’s cold words from last night echoed sharply in her mind:
“You are a married woman, not a slut. Next time, dress properly. I don’t want anyone seeing you naked.”
She froze. A strange shame twisted in her chest. She quickly turned back, picked up her bra and panties, and slipped them on. When she reached for the torn satin nighty, she saw how badly Gowtham had ripped it in his hurry at midnight. She threw it aside and pulled on a fresh, modest nighty that covered her properly.
Only then did she step out.
In the kitchen, she prepared two cups of strong coffee. She expected Suresh to come out any moment — maybe from the guest room, maybe already in the hall. But the house was strangely silent.
After a few minutes, she carried one cup toward the guest bedroom. The door was slightly open.
“Suresh?” she called softly.
No answer.
She pushed the door wider. The bed was neatly made. Laptop gone. No sign of him.
Her heartbeat quickened.
She checked the attached bathroom — empty.
Then the hall, Ramya’s room, even the rooftop terrace. Nowhere.
He was gone.
For the second time.
Her hands started shaking so badly that hot coffee spilled over her fingers.
She rushed back to the sofa, placed the cups down, and dialed his number with trembling fingers.
It rang… and rang… then went to voicemail.
She tried again. Same result.
Tears flooded her eyes. She collapsed onto the sofa, clutching her phone tightly.
Suresh… please pick up.
“I knew it… I knew something was wrong the whole day yesterday,” she whispered brokenly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I should never have had sex with Gowtham. I should have stayed with him… talked to him. My pleasure… my selfishness… it’s pushing him away from me.”
Her chest tightened painfully. The guilt was crushing.
“He’s missing again. For unknown reasons. And it’s all because of me…” She cried curled up in sofa
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29-04-2026, 05:26 PM
(29-04-2026, 02:53 PM)JohnS112 Wrote: It’s looks amazing that she can’t understand her husband. When he said you have no place in my bedroom….this Guestroom….
But she can understand everything Gowtham says……
Again a fantastic update……pls continue with regular updates….it is keeping me hooked on to the superbly written story
Thanks
29-04-2026, 05:30 PM
(29-04-2026, 04:00 PM)jiivawonderland Wrote: The last few episode is best to me. It has everything
Suresh seems redeeming, Sneha started seeing clear pictures, Gowtham control fades and some distraction is happening (Marathi girl - Boss's ex Boss daughter?)
Sneha's issue is she got addicted to Gowtham. Other than that she is still his wife and trying to find a balance. She even thinks these are things suresh wanted
Suresh issue is he is not opening up properly.. his insecurities stopping him.. now his divorce plan silently.. i think it should bring him back confidence.
As for gowtham, he is just cared for sex he really have no care for sneha.
waiting to see how story unfolds.. Honestly i dont want Sneha and Gowtham to stop :D. But also root for Suresh and Sneha again after recent chapters.
Thank you
29-04-2026, 05:36 PM
(29-04-2026, 04:43 PM)Parthibajeeva Wrote: Dear author - Just concentrate on your story .. Don't let readers comment get into your head.. There are readers who would comment very bad than your stories They are doing it because they have emotionaly attached to the story and the characters... Just enjoy the comment and laugh your self Just like that... Keep it up man..
Sure Thanks :)
29-04-2026, 06:00 PM
(29-04-2026, 05:42 PM)me.you Wrote: https://youtube.com/shorts/3VzK33Di1Zw?i...43ij2kJzt5
I just came thru this
Suresh is almost doing that
30-04-2026, 12:16 PM
Chapter 85 - The lie and the Trap
Sneha lay curled on the sofa like a broken doll, knees drawn to her chest, her silk nighty riding up her smooth thighs. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, tears tracing glistening paths down her flushed cheeks. The house felt too quiet, too empty, the front door still ajar from Suresh’s unexplained disappearance. Every breath she took hitched in her throat, a raw, aching sound that echoed off the walls.
From the bedroom doorway, Gowtham watched her. His cock was already rock-hard, throbbing angrily against his bare stomach, veins pulsing like live wires under the taut skin. Pre-cum beaded at the swollen tip, catching the dim light in a slick, obscene shine. He didn’t care about her tears right now. He badly wanted a quick morning sex with Sneha.
All he saw was the curve of her full breasts straining against the thin fabric, the way her plump lips trembled, parted just enough to make his balls tighten with need. Fuck her mouth, the thought roared through him, primal and urgent. He stroked himself once, twice, his fist gliding over the hot, veined length, and stepped out.
He crossed the room in three long strides, silent as a predator. Instead of asking why she was crying, he simply grabbed her shoulder—firm, possessive, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Sneha’s head snapped up, eyes wide and red-rimmed, mascara streaking like dark rivers down her face.
“Suresh… he’s gone again,” she choked out, voice cracking. “He’s missing. I can’t find him anywhere”
Gowtham’s jaw tightened.
The words hit like cold water, but his dick didn’t soften. Not even a little.
Oh No Not now, you bitch, I want to fuck you and you are worrying on him.. he thought, cursing her silently even as his hand stayed on her shoulder.
He suddenly remembers.. She’d already thrown that accusation at him once—You only care about sex, Gowtham.
That’s all you ever want. He couldn’t be the villain here. Not now. But his urges he couldn't control it
He sank onto the sofa beside her, naked, his thick erection jutting upward like a weapon, heavy and unapologetic. The open door let in a cool breeze that teased across his bare skin, making his cock twitch visibly. But the moment realize the door is open & Anyone could walk in. The thrill of it sent a dark surge of heat straight to his groin. He pulled her against him, guiding her head to rest on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around her trembling form. “Shh, baby. I’ve got you.”
He decided to put an act .. His free hand fished out his phone, dialing Suresh’s number.
It rang into silence.
Again. And again.
Sneha poured out her fears in a broken whisper—how Suresh had been distant, unreadable, how she worried he was pulling away, how his actions felt like rejection after him watching them fuck so openly. Did we do anything wrong Gowtham. Isn't not that always Suresh wanted? it is what you said right. He himself admitted once he wanted it..
Gowtham murmured reassurances, his voice low and steady, even as his mind burned with filthy impatience. You’re overthinking, sweetheart. He’s just a chill guy. His erection pressed hot and insistent against her hip, the head leaving a wet smear on her nighty. The contrast thrilled him to the core: her crying for her missing husband while his cock ached to stretch her throat.
In his head, the curses flowed freely. You stupid, crying bitch. I want to fuck that pretty mouth raw right now, and you’re whimpering over that cuckold husband of yours.
Gowtham couldn't control his urge.. she looked so hot and vulnerable.. he was tempted to fuck her.. How will i stop her sobbing..
Then the idea struck—sharp, perfect, wicked.
“Hey… sorry, I forgot to tell you,” he said suddenly, voice casual as if it had just occurred to him. “Suresh did message. You were sleeping so deep. He said there was an emergency at the office. He didn’t want to wake you. Just slipped out quietly.”
Sneha lifted her tear-streaked face, blinking up at him. “What? He… he told you that?”
“Yeah,” Gowtham lied smoothly, his hand stroking her hair. “I was half-awake.
He opened the door, whispered it, and left. See? You’re worrying for nothing.”
She searched his eyes, doubt flickering, but the tears slowed. He pulled her closer, pressing her cheek tight against his chest, her breath warm on his skin. Her body softened a fraction, a deep sigh escaping her lips. “But… something feels wrong. Strange. Maybe he didn’t like us… doing it. He watched us, Gowtham. I saw him masturbating while you were inside me. But then he was so cold afterward. It hurts.”
Gowtham’s cock jerked at the memory, leaking more pre-cum. “It’s all in your head, baby. He’s just busy—new clients, new projects. He’s adapting. If he had a real problem, he would’ve said something. Fought me. Fought you. He didn’t.” His voice dropped, husky. “Come here. Lie on my lap for a bit. Just relax.”
He guided her down, her head settling on his thigh, dangerously close to his throbbing erection. The thick shaft bobbed inches from her cheek, the musky scent of him filling her senses. Gowtham’s hand caressed her hair, then trailed lower—over her shoulder, down the swell of her breast. He circled her nipple through the silk, slow and deliberate, feeling it pebble under his touch. “All is good. You’re just confusing yourself.”
His hands pressed her breast once, like a possession.
Sneha’s breath hitched, a mix of lingering sorrow and the slow stir of arousal.
“Gowtham… I know what you want right now.
I’m sorry.
I just… need a little breathing space.”
Gowtham smirked, bitch realised what i wanted, she is my smart bitch he said in his head.
Gowtham then continued
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, voice velvet and command.
“Everything will be alright.”
She obeyed, lashes fluttering shut, trying to find calm in the darkness. Gowtham’s hand grew bolder. He tugged the strap of her nighty lower, exposing one full, heavy breast to the cool air. The nipple stood dark and stiff, begging.
Sneha opened his eyes.
Gowtham told, close your eyes baby, i'm just calming you down.. everything is all right..my touches will make you forego the worry and pain..im changing your mood baby..
He fondled it openly now—kneading the soft flesh, pinching the peak until she let out a soft, involuntary whimper. Her body betrayed her, relaxing into his touch even as her mind still churned.
That's when he heard it - a beep sound in the floor below them..
Their lift make noises.. and he had practiced to know the sounds.
and what he hear now was the distinct beep of the lift arriving at their floor.
It must be Suresh...
The door is open.
He will come in few minutes..
This gave give an excitement and dark thrill
“Baby, you need a mood shift,” he murmured hotly against her ear, his cock now brushing her temple, leaving a sticky trail. He shifted his hips, lowering himself so her head rested against his lower stomach. His fingers tilted her chin upward. In one smooth motion, the swollen head of his cock pressed against her lips—hot, velvet-smooth, insistent.
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Sneha’s eyes flew open in surprise, but he was already there, thumb gently parting her mouth. “Let me in,” he breathed. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed forward. The thick crown slipped past her lips, stretching them wide, filling her mouth with his throbbing heat. She tasted the salty pre-cum, felt the heavy vein pulsing against her tongue.
“That’s it,” he groaned, eyes half-lidded with dark pleasure. “He likes this. He likes watching us. I told you.” His hips rocked gently at first, then faster, pumping deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. Her lips glistened, stretched obscenely around his girth. Saliva dripped down her chin as he held her head in place, fucking her face with slow, deliberate strokes.
The lift beeped faintly from the hallway outside—the open door letting the sound drift in like a warning. Gowtham’s lips curled into a dark, triumphant smile. Perfect timing.
“Baby, I’m gifting this to cool you down,” he rasped, pushing another inch deeper.
It was the moment Sneha lost her control too.. she responded.. her mouth started to service him...
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Then footsteps. The door creaked wider.
Suresh stepped in.
He froze for a second, eyes locking onto the scene: his wife’s head in Gowtham’s lap, lips wrapped tight around the other man’s cock, Gowtham’s hand fisted in her hair, hips still moving in shallow thrusts. He had froze not in heartbreak but in disgust..
Sneha jerked back in shock, looking at Suresh arrived at the doorstep, but Gowtham’s grip held firm for one wicked second longer,
letting her pull off with a wet, obscene pop.
Strings of saliva connected her lips to his glistening shaft.
She scrambled upright, wiping her mouth frantically, yanking her nighty back over her exposed breast.
“It’s not what you think!
I was crying—I was looking for you— and and”
Suresh’s laughter cut through the tension like a blade—low, amused, almost cruel.
“Searching for me in his dick?
That’s a new one.”
He shook his head, stepping fully inside and closing the door behind him with a soft click.
“Calm down. You two… continue whatever you were doing but it has to be in that bedroom. Not here, I remember telling you that, right?”
Sneha’s voice trembled. “I’m truly sorry.
I didn’t mean— I was shocked, not seeing you, searching for you.
You didn’t pick up the calls…”
That’s when she really looked at him.
Suresh looked… different. Sharper. His once mixed black-and-grey hair was now a deep, glossy jet black, styled in a crisp, modern cut that sharpened his jawline and made his eyes look darker, hungrier. He carried himself with a new confidence, shoulders straighter, the faint lines of age smoothed by the fresh trim.
He looked years younger. Dangerous. Hotter.
He glanced at his watch. “I’ve got a meeting at the office soon. Need to head out again.”
Im Sorry i think i need to speak with you in open.
Suresh waved his hand in NO!
A smirk played on his lips. “By the way, I don’t care about any of this anymore.
I’ve got far more important things on my mind.”
He smiled again,
“As for me ‘missing’? im not a child to miss like that randomly.
Im a grown up and i perfectly know what iam doing.
and for not answering your calls
I was getting a haircut, You both called while I was in the chair.
Why the hell would I just vanish like some child?”
Gowtham’s hand was still loosely wrapped around his aching cock, the disappointment clear on his face as Sneha had pulled away.
His erection hadn’t flagged—still rigid, angry, slick with her spit.
Suresh’s eyes flicked to it, then to Sneha, then back.
“Carry on,” he said casually, as if commenting on the weather.
He turned and disappeared into the guest room, the door clicking shut behind him.
Gowtham, still rock-hard and frustrated, tried to calm her down..
“Baby, calm down. He’s fine. See? Nothing’s wrong.”
Sneha pushed his hand away.
Her eyes were sharp now.
She turned to him and signaled him with a tilt of her head toward the master bedroom.
Gowtham Smirked, this bitch needs me even now.
They moved inside. Sneha sat on the edge of the bed.
Gowtham followed, standing in front of her with his throbbing erection inches from her face, a smug smirk playing on his lips.
Once a bitch, always a bitch, he thought proudly.
Sneha suddenly grabbed his ass with both hands and yanked him closer, pulling his hips forward.
Gowtham’s eyes lit up with triumph.
oh she is ready to suck my cock, my bitch loves my cock so much
But the moment his cock neared her mouth,
Sneha’s hand shot up and wrapped tightly around his shaft — squeezing hard.
Gowtham groaned, half in pleasure, half in pain. “Ahh— fuck, baby…”
Use your mouth baby.. But Gowtham could not see the spark in her eyes.. it was something else.
She squeezed even tighter, her grip almost punishing.
Her eyes locked onto his with cold intensity.
“Why did you lie to me?” she demanded, voice low and dangerous.
“You told me Suresh went for an office emergency…
but he just said he went for a haircut.”
The pleasure vanished instantly. He was caught.
Gowtham’s smug face twisted in shock.
Sneha’s grip tightened even more, almost painful enough to make his vision blur.
Her fingers threatened to crush the very cock she had been sucking moments ago.
“Tell me the truth, Gowtham,” she whispered dangerously, twisting her hand slowly.
“Or I’ll make sure this dick never works again.”
The intensity in her eyes sent a chill down his spine — even as his cock throbbed helplessly in her merciless grip.
Sneha lay curled on the sofa like a broken doll, knees drawn to her chest, her silk nighty riding up her smooth thighs. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, tears tracing glistening paths down her flushed cheeks. The house felt too quiet, too empty, the front door still ajar from Suresh’s unexplained disappearance. Every breath she took hitched in her throat, a raw, aching sound that echoed off the walls.
From the bedroom doorway, Gowtham watched her. His cock was already rock-hard, throbbing angrily against his bare stomach, veins pulsing like live wires under the taut skin. Pre-cum beaded at the swollen tip, catching the dim light in a slick, obscene shine. He didn’t care about her tears right now. He badly wanted a quick morning sex with Sneha.
All he saw was the curve of her full breasts straining against the thin fabric, the way her plump lips trembled, parted just enough to make his balls tighten with need. Fuck her mouth, the thought roared through him, primal and urgent. He stroked himself once, twice, his fist gliding over the hot, veined length, and stepped out.
He crossed the room in three long strides, silent as a predator. Instead of asking why she was crying, he simply grabbed her shoulder—firm, possessive, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Sneha’s head snapped up, eyes wide and red-rimmed, mascara streaking like dark rivers down her face.
“Suresh… he’s gone again,” she choked out, voice cracking. “He’s missing. I can’t find him anywhere”
Gowtham’s jaw tightened.
The words hit like cold water, but his dick didn’t soften. Not even a little.
Oh No Not now, you bitch, I want to fuck you and you are worrying on him.. he thought, cursing her silently even as his hand stayed on her shoulder.
He suddenly remembers.. She’d already thrown that accusation at him once—You only care about sex, Gowtham.
That’s all you ever want. He couldn’t be the villain here. Not now. But his urges he couldn't control it
He sank onto the sofa beside her, naked, his thick erection jutting upward like a weapon, heavy and unapologetic. The open door let in a cool breeze that teased across his bare skin, making his cock twitch visibly. But the moment realize the door is open & Anyone could walk in. The thrill of it sent a dark surge of heat straight to his groin. He pulled her against him, guiding her head to rest on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around her trembling form. “Shh, baby. I’ve got you.”
He decided to put an act .. His free hand fished out his phone, dialing Suresh’s number.
It rang into silence.
Again. And again.
Sneha poured out her fears in a broken whisper—how Suresh had been distant, unreadable, how she worried he was pulling away, how his actions felt like rejection after him watching them fuck so openly. Did we do anything wrong Gowtham. Isn't not that always Suresh wanted? it is what you said right. He himself admitted once he wanted it..
Gowtham murmured reassurances, his voice low and steady, even as his mind burned with filthy impatience. You’re overthinking, sweetheart. He’s just a chill guy. His erection pressed hot and insistent against her hip, the head leaving a wet smear on her nighty. The contrast thrilled him to the core: her crying for her missing husband while his cock ached to stretch her throat.
In his head, the curses flowed freely. You stupid, crying bitch. I want to fuck that pretty mouth raw right now, and you’re whimpering over that cuckold husband of yours.
Gowtham couldn't control his urge.. she looked so hot and vulnerable.. he was tempted to fuck her.. How will i stop her sobbing..
Then the idea struck—sharp, perfect, wicked.
“Hey… sorry, I forgot to tell you,” he said suddenly, voice casual as if it had just occurred to him. “Suresh did message. You were sleeping so deep. He said there was an emergency at the office. He didn’t want to wake you. Just slipped out quietly.”
Sneha lifted her tear-streaked face, blinking up at him. “What? He… he told you that?”
“Yeah,” Gowtham lied smoothly, his hand stroking her hair. “I was half-awake.
He opened the door, whispered it, and left. See? You’re worrying for nothing.”
She searched his eyes, doubt flickering, but the tears slowed. He pulled her closer, pressing her cheek tight against his chest, her breath warm on his skin. Her body softened a fraction, a deep sigh escaping her lips. “But… something feels wrong. Strange. Maybe he didn’t like us… doing it. He watched us, Gowtham. I saw him masturbating while you were inside me. But then he was so cold afterward. It hurts.”
Gowtham’s cock jerked at the memory, leaking more pre-cum. “It’s all in your head, baby. He’s just busy—new clients, new projects. He’s adapting. If he had a real problem, he would’ve said something. Fought me. Fought you. He didn’t.” His voice dropped, husky. “Come here. Lie on my lap for a bit. Just relax.”
He guided her down, her head settling on his thigh, dangerously close to his throbbing erection. The thick shaft bobbed inches from her cheek, the musky scent of him filling her senses. Gowtham’s hand caressed her hair, then trailed lower—over her shoulder, down the swell of her breast. He circled her nipple through the silk, slow and deliberate, feeling it pebble under his touch. “All is good. You’re just confusing yourself.”
His hands pressed her breast once, like a possession.
Sneha’s breath hitched, a mix of lingering sorrow and the slow stir of arousal.
“Gowtham… I know what you want right now.
I’m sorry.
I just… need a little breathing space.”
Gowtham smirked, bitch realised what i wanted, she is my smart bitch he said in his head.
Gowtham then continued
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, voice velvet and command.
“Everything will be alright.”
She obeyed, lashes fluttering shut, trying to find calm in the darkness. Gowtham’s hand grew bolder. He tugged the strap of her nighty lower, exposing one full, heavy breast to the cool air. The nipple stood dark and stiff, begging.
Sneha opened his eyes.
Gowtham told, close your eyes baby, i'm just calming you down.. everything is all right..my touches will make you forego the worry and pain..im changing your mood baby..
He fondled it openly now—kneading the soft flesh, pinching the peak until she let out a soft, involuntary whimper. Her body betrayed her, relaxing into his touch even as her mind still churned.
That's when he heard it - a beep sound in the floor below them..
Their lift make noises.. and he had practiced to know the sounds.
and what he hear now was the distinct beep of the lift arriving at their floor.
It must be Suresh...
The door is open.
He will come in few minutes..
This gave give an excitement and dark thrill
“Baby, you need a mood shift,” he murmured hotly against her ear, his cock now brushing her temple, leaving a sticky trail. He shifted his hips, lowering himself so her head rested against his lower stomach. His fingers tilted her chin upward. In one smooth motion, the swollen head of his cock pressed against her lips—hot, velvet-smooth, insistent.
Sneha’s eyes flew open in surprise, but he was already there, thumb gently parting her mouth. “Let me in,” he breathed. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed forward. The thick crown slipped past her lips, stretching them wide, filling her mouth with his throbbing heat. She tasted the salty pre-cum, felt the heavy vein pulsing against her tongue.
“That’s it,” he groaned, eyes half-lidded with dark pleasure. “He likes this. He likes watching us. I told you.” His hips rocked gently at first, then faster, pumping deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. Her lips glistened, stretched obscenely around his girth. Saliva dripped down her chin as he held her head in place, fucking her face with slow, deliberate strokes.
The lift beeped faintly from the hallway outside—the open door letting the sound drift in like a warning. Gowtham’s lips curled into a dark, triumphant smile. Perfect timing.
“Baby, I’m gifting this to cool you down,” he rasped, pushing another inch deeper.
It was the moment Sneha lost her control too.. she responded.. her mouth started to service him...
Then footsteps. The door creaked wider.
Suresh stepped in.
He froze for a second, eyes locking onto the scene: his wife’s head in Gowtham’s lap, lips wrapped tight around the other man’s cock, Gowtham’s hand fisted in her hair, hips still moving in shallow thrusts. He had froze not in heartbreak but in disgust..
Sneha jerked back in shock, looking at Suresh arrived at the doorstep, but Gowtham’s grip held firm for one wicked second longer,
letting her pull off with a wet, obscene pop.
Strings of saliva connected her lips to his glistening shaft.
She scrambled upright, wiping her mouth frantically, yanking her nighty back over her exposed breast.
“It’s not what you think!
I was crying—I was looking for you— and and”
Suresh’s laughter cut through the tension like a blade—low, amused, almost cruel.
“Searching for me in his dick?
That’s a new one.”
He shook his head, stepping fully inside and closing the door behind him with a soft click.
“Calm down. You two… continue whatever you were doing but it has to be in that bedroom. Not here, I remember telling you that, right?”
Sneha’s voice trembled. “I’m truly sorry.
I didn’t mean— I was shocked, not seeing you, searching for you.
You didn’t pick up the calls…”
That’s when she really looked at him.
Suresh looked… different. Sharper. His once mixed black-and-grey hair was now a deep, glossy jet black, styled in a crisp, modern cut that sharpened his jawline and made his eyes look darker, hungrier. He carried himself with a new confidence, shoulders straighter, the faint lines of age smoothed by the fresh trim.
He looked years younger. Dangerous. Hotter.
He glanced at his watch. “I’ve got a meeting at the office soon. Need to head out again.”
Im Sorry i think i need to speak with you in open.
Suresh waved his hand in NO!
A smirk played on his lips. “By the way, I don’t care about any of this anymore.
I’ve got far more important things on my mind.”
He smiled again,
“As for me ‘missing’? im not a child to miss like that randomly.
Im a grown up and i perfectly know what iam doing.
and for not answering your calls
I was getting a haircut, You both called while I was in the chair.
Why the hell would I just vanish like some child?”
Gowtham’s hand was still loosely wrapped around his aching cock, the disappointment clear on his face as Sneha had pulled away.
His erection hadn’t flagged—still rigid, angry, slick with her spit.
Suresh’s eyes flicked to it, then to Sneha, then back.
“Carry on,” he said casually, as if commenting on the weather.
He turned and disappeared into the guest room, the door clicking shut behind him.
Gowtham, still rock-hard and frustrated, tried to calm her down..
“Baby, calm down. He’s fine. See? Nothing’s wrong.”
Sneha pushed his hand away.
Her eyes were sharp now.
She turned to him and signaled him with a tilt of her head toward the master bedroom.
Gowtham Smirked, this bitch needs me even now.
They moved inside. Sneha sat on the edge of the bed.
Gowtham followed, standing in front of her with his throbbing erection inches from her face, a smug smirk playing on his lips.
Once a bitch, always a bitch, he thought proudly.
Sneha suddenly grabbed his ass with both hands and yanked him closer, pulling his hips forward.
Gowtham’s eyes lit up with triumph.
oh she is ready to suck my cock, my bitch loves my cock so much
But the moment his cock neared her mouth,
Sneha’s hand shot up and wrapped tightly around his shaft — squeezing hard.
Gowtham groaned, half in pleasure, half in pain. “Ahh— fuck, baby…”
Use your mouth baby.. But Gowtham could not see the spark in her eyes.. it was something else.
She squeezed even tighter, her grip almost punishing.
Her eyes locked onto his with cold intensity.
“Why did you lie to me?” she demanded, voice low and dangerous.
“You told me Suresh went for an office emergency…
but he just said he went for a haircut.”
The pleasure vanished instantly. He was caught.
Gowtham’s smug face twisted in shock.
Sneha’s grip tightened even more, almost painful enough to make his vision blur.
Her fingers threatened to crush the very cock she had been sucking moments ago.
“Tell me the truth, Gowtham,” she whispered dangerously, twisting her hand slowly.
“Or I’ll make sure this dick never works again.”
The intensity in her eyes sent a chill down his spine — even as his cock throbbed helplessly in her merciless grip.
30-04-2026, 12:37 PM
30-04-2026, 01:40 PM
(30-04-2026, 01:22 PM)Losliyafan Wrote: It is clear that sneha want everything to happen back of suresh. When Gowtham lied she thought suresh is not going to be there till evening and she took the cock in her mouth. Now seeing version 2.0 of suresh she was shocked. Did he take the laptop to haircut???
laptop to haircut?
why?
30-04-2026, 01:44 PM
(29-04-2026, 11:41 PM)laestat Wrote: Wonderfully drafted. It makes me feel connected with the story, as I had undergone a different manner of betrayal and suffered a lot involving Sleepless nights, Insane and absentness at work and many.
Yet, this story has limited lines in detachment and wish this part be stressed to another few new chapters, irrespective of the conclusion.
Although, sexuality had its swing in this story, it is time to stress raw Detachment and the next Moving-on life part.
Wish this story is made in tamil.
Great work.
Thanks a lot
30-04-2026, 01:46 PM
30-04-2026, 02:04 PM
(30-04-2026, 09:09 AM)Losliyafan Wrote: Sneha is still a dutiful housewife. Right from morning coffee to dinner, preparing favourite food for suresh taking care of Ramya and him. However there is a shift inside her only due to the mating in bed she found with Gowtham. The way he make her squirm under him and give multiple orgasm in single night that suresh had never given her in 12 years of marriage and she wants to explore and experience everything she missed as possible as can. Inspite of it, she still think about her husband and check for him and what he is upto. Deep inside she has a fear of losing suresh. She knows that Gowtham only uses her like sex toy and her times with Gowtham is temporary. He did not propose her or give any emotional support. She slowly started realising that her husband is moving away giving more space to her and Gowtham. It means he is ignoring them. This is hurting her feelings. She started this to help for suresh fantasy but lost track of herself. Goes like edge of seat thriller.
Thanks... :)
30-04-2026, 08:43 PM
Thank you every one for the feedback.
I'm in for healthy discussions and pointing out my mistakes. I'm fine with that. My only issue so far with xossipy platform had been like only one thing when some people started asking to go with moral values. when they dont seem to ask that correctness in other stories.
Any way.. yea i wanted to write this as short story but the characters had potential and it keeps going .. You may even get surprise when you read on forcoming chapters. Nothing is planned :).
I had a personal work so could not continue today. Will try to post an update soon :)
I'm in for healthy discussions and pointing out my mistakes. I'm fine with that. My only issue so far with xossipy platform had been like only one thing when some people started asking to go with moral values. when they dont seem to ask that correctness in other stories.
Any way.. yea i wanted to write this as short story but the characters had potential and it keeps going .. You may even get surprise when you read on forcoming chapters. Nothing is planned :).
I had a personal work so could not continue today. Will try to post an update soon :)
30-04-2026, 09:02 PM
(30-04-2026, 08:57 PM)me.you Wrote: The reason we ask the moral values,, To get this story from Good to cult classic. Moral values always live long till humanity lives. Yes its a erotic or sex story. But why still cult classic lovers remembers Judith Mcnaught...
Moral value can be look bore, But that will live long.
And Finaly I hate u writer. U never appreciate my comments while u reply to others. errrrr
You are the me. Me are the You .
Me.You <3 im sorry if i missed you the comment :)
Im not bigger than any of my reader :) Im just writing something and enjoying it along with you guys :)
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