24-04-2026, 12:11 AM
Chapter 7 – Eavesdropping
Gowtham’s lust had now become an obsession.
What started as a shocking accidental view on the rainy terrace had completely changed him. He began finding excuses to spend more time around Sneha — casually, without raising any suspicion.
He bought a new chessboard and invited Sneha to play on his off days. She agreed casually, treating him like a younger brother. They would sit in the hall, laughing over moves, while Gowtham stole glances at her deep neckline and the way her saree dbangd over her heavy breasts. He also started bringing small gifts for Ramya whenever she came home — chocolates, storybooks, toys — just to stay longer in their house and win Sneha’s warmth.
Sneha remained friendly and warm, but she always maintained a clear, invisible boundary. She never let conversations turn personal. She was the same dutiful wife — helpful, smiling, but never flirtatious.
Still, Gowtham’s hunger only grew.
At night, he started listening.
Whenever the corridor was empty, he would quietly step out and stand near their door, ear pressed close, trying to catch any sound of them making love. Most nights he could hear nothing as, the bedroom sounds cannot be heared outside, only the hall watch clock sound max he can hear..
he tries every time but no good results.
Until one stormy night.
The entire apartment complex suddenly plunged into darkness. A major power cut. No inverters in either flat. The silence was absolute.
He wanted to go out and eavesdrop.. but he knows he cant hear anything. until he hears a sound of clock ticking in flat below.. the pin drop silent made it possible.. he looked at watch it was just 12.10 AM.. he knows they could be at least making some love if he is lucky..
Gowtham’s heart raced. He quietly opened his door and moved to theirs, pressing his ear firmly against the wooden surface.
He could hear everything. A very mild talk in their bedroom. but nothing audible..
soon he heared a door cracking sound... suresh opens his bedroom door to enter hall..
Suresh’s voice floated clearly:
“Sneha… where did you keep that mosquito bat?”
Sneha’s anklets tinkled as she moved. “On the sofa, I think.”
There was the sound of Suresh settling on the sofa.
“Ahh… the hall is much cooler. Bedroom is like an oven tonight.”
Sneha laughed softly. “Why? Is it because of me? Am I that hot?”
“Mmm… you are hot too. What to do? My erection trouble is killing me these days.”
Gowtham’s breath caught. His cock twitched hard inside his shorts.
Then came the words that made his head spin.
Suresh’s voice dropped, but still audible:
You are too hot, but never consider me...
Sneha said what this is about.. ??
“Just once, Sneha… allow me to play the role of Gowtham. It will be such a thrill. Please da…”
Sneha’s tone turned serious.
“Ayo… don’t bring that again. You know what? These days we have become too close as friends. I can’t even think of him that way. But you keep pushing me. This is not right. We should not do this.
See… you saw that new Bollywood movie, right? Let that hero fuck me tonight instead.”
She giggled playfully.
The conversation continued for a few more minutes, but Gowtham’s mind was already exploding.
They are talking about me… openly.
Suresh wants me to fuck his wife in fantasy…
And Sneha is refusing… but not angrily. Just carefully.
Power suddenly returned. Lights flickered on. Gowtham quickly slipped back into his flat, heart pounding like a drum.
He sat on his bed, stunned.
“Shit…” he whispered to himself, a dangerous smile slowly spreading across his face. “So Suresh is already in the game… but Sneha is still resisting. What is their actual game?”
His thick cock was rock hard again.
He stroked himself slowly, replaying every word he had heard.
Anni… you say you can’t think of me that way… but your husband wants it.
He stopped himself from cumming. He wanted to stay edged.
He baldy wanted to know what is happening around them and why suresh used his name...
he got a plan to get truth directly from Suresh through a trick...
Gowtham looked at the calendar on his phone.
Sunday is only three days away.
He made up his mind.
This Sunday, I’ll make Suresh drink more than usual. I’ll get him properly drunk and pull out every dirty detail. Slowly.
He lay back, eyes dark with lust.
Sneha, my dear Anni… I never knew the stepping stone to fuck you was this close. I wasted so much time being careful.
Now, the real game had begun.
Gowtham’s lust had now become an obsession.
What started as a shocking accidental view on the rainy terrace had completely changed him. He began finding excuses to spend more time around Sneha — casually, without raising any suspicion.
He bought a new chessboard and invited Sneha to play on his off days. She agreed casually, treating him like a younger brother. They would sit in the hall, laughing over moves, while Gowtham stole glances at her deep neckline and the way her saree dbangd over her heavy breasts. He also started bringing small gifts for Ramya whenever she came home — chocolates, storybooks, toys — just to stay longer in their house and win Sneha’s warmth.
Sneha remained friendly and warm, but she always maintained a clear, invisible boundary. She never let conversations turn personal. She was the same dutiful wife — helpful, smiling, but never flirtatious.
Still, Gowtham’s hunger only grew.
At night, he started listening.
Whenever the corridor was empty, he would quietly step out and stand near their door, ear pressed close, trying to catch any sound of them making love. Most nights he could hear nothing as, the bedroom sounds cannot be heared outside, only the hall watch clock sound max he can hear..
he tries every time but no good results.
Until one stormy night.
The entire apartment complex suddenly plunged into darkness. A major power cut. No inverters in either flat. The silence was absolute.
He wanted to go out and eavesdrop.. but he knows he cant hear anything. until he hears a sound of clock ticking in flat below.. the pin drop silent made it possible.. he looked at watch it was just 12.10 AM.. he knows they could be at least making some love if he is lucky..
Gowtham’s heart raced. He quietly opened his door and moved to theirs, pressing his ear firmly against the wooden surface.
He could hear everything. A very mild talk in their bedroom. but nothing audible..
soon he heared a door cracking sound... suresh opens his bedroom door to enter hall..
Suresh’s voice floated clearly:
“Sneha… where did you keep that mosquito bat?”
Sneha’s anklets tinkled as she moved. “On the sofa, I think.”
There was the sound of Suresh settling on the sofa.
“Ahh… the hall is much cooler. Bedroom is like an oven tonight.”
Sneha laughed softly. “Why? Is it because of me? Am I that hot?”
“Mmm… you are hot too. What to do? My erection trouble is killing me these days.”
Gowtham’s breath caught. His cock twitched hard inside his shorts.
Then came the words that made his head spin.
Suresh’s voice dropped, but still audible:
You are too hot, but never consider me...
Sneha said what this is about.. ??
“Just once, Sneha… allow me to play the role of Gowtham. It will be such a thrill. Please da…”
Sneha’s tone turned serious.
“Ayo… don’t bring that again. You know what? These days we have become too close as friends. I can’t even think of him that way. But you keep pushing me. This is not right. We should not do this.
See… you saw that new Bollywood movie, right? Let that hero fuck me tonight instead.”
She giggled playfully.
The conversation continued for a few more minutes, but Gowtham’s mind was already exploding.
They are talking about me… openly.
Suresh wants me to fuck his wife in fantasy…
And Sneha is refusing… but not angrily. Just carefully.
Power suddenly returned. Lights flickered on. Gowtham quickly slipped back into his flat, heart pounding like a drum.
He sat on his bed, stunned.
“Shit…” he whispered to himself, a dangerous smile slowly spreading across his face. “So Suresh is already in the game… but Sneha is still resisting. What is their actual game?”
His thick cock was rock hard again.
He stroked himself slowly, replaying every word he had heard.
Anni… you say you can’t think of me that way… but your husband wants it.
He stopped himself from cumming. He wanted to stay edged.
He baldy wanted to know what is happening around them and why suresh used his name...
he got a plan to get truth directly from Suresh through a trick...
Gowtham looked at the calendar on his phone.
Sunday is only three days away.
He made up his mind.
This Sunday, I’ll make Suresh drink more than usual. I’ll get him properly drunk and pull out every dirty detail. Slowly.
He lay back, eyes dark with lust.
Sneha, my dear Anni… I never knew the stepping stone to fuck you was this close. I wasted so much time being careful.
Now, the real game had begun.
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